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jfleamont · 2 months

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never, sometimes, all the time

a snippet from my upcoming uni/band au - 1701 words

The kitchen is scarcely lit and there's a faint smell of burnt eggs. Someone cooked during the party, probably Marlene. Nevermind that this isn’t her flat; the boys don’t mind. They’ve known her for a couple of months, but they welcomed her with open arms, just like they did with Lily. They’re good, she thinks. These kids are good. They let her smoke inside the house tonight— well, James did. She only smokes every once in a while. Mostly when she’s nervous.

He's sitting across from her, one arm draped across the chair beside him, his head thrown back. His eyes are closed and his lips are slightly upturned; he looks content. Lily thinks he's smiling.

No, he definitely is.

Maybe it's the alcohol in his system. Or the music, which is still playing, though at a much lower volume than before; the others are already in their rooms, passed out, so they don’t care. This is just for the two of them.

She doesn’t know why she hasn’t left.

“You didn't keep your word,” she tells him. He'd promised Sirius he wouldn't get drunk. They hadn't said why, and only exchanged what looked like a meaningful look that she couldn’t decipher. Not yet, at least.

He chuckles, his eyes still closed. “I've only had one drink. And I didn't know you paid so much attention to me.”

“Remind me not to do it again. Also, it was a Long Island Iced Tea. A strong one, from the looks of it.”

He shrugs. “The situation called for it.”

She leans forward on the table, lowering her voice just a little. “Is this about Peter?”

“No. Maybe. I don't know.”

She waits for him to continue. He does. “It's just that we were so close to being great.” A humourless laugh, “Maybe I'm kidding myself. We weren't close at all.”

She notes the perfectly relaxed line of his brows. Maybe it’s just because he’s tired, but there’s no hint of anger on his face. “You don't seem too bothered by this, though.”

“Oh, well, I'm doing okay now. It's not too bad, I suppose.”

Lily snorts, and knows that he isn’t lying. “Yeah?”

He opens his eyes - they’re tired and soft like she’s never seen them - and fixes them on her.

“Yeah.”

“Always the optimist, you.”

He mirrors her position, resting his chin on his palm. “I had a good night, that's all.”

“I don't think that's all.”

“You’re right, it's not,” he shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. He laughs quietly, a hint of anxiety colours his voice.

“So? Tell me,” she prompts him.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and looks behind her for a moment. “I have a plan. Mind you, not a good one, but it's a plan. It's sort of insane and if I'm being honest, it’s probably the worst idea I've ever had.”

“Are we still talking about the band or…?”

“I found a solution for next week's gig,” he announces grandly, smiling from ear to ear. The only thing that is missing is the jazz hands.

“You found a bassist? That was quick. Who is it?”

“You.”

She blinks. Several times. James’ smile has faded a little, and his expression looks careful.

“You've got to be joking.”

“Told you it was a crazy idea.”

Lily doesn’t want to think about the implications of this. Being friends with the people Severus couldn’t stand was one thing, but actually performing with them? That couldn’t happen. It’s not like she cares about him anymore. No, that’s not it. Maybe a part of her misses him still, and she used to be a people pleaser when she was around him, but this has nothing to do with that. It’s the fact that she has been questioning every single decision she has made ever since she left Severus behind. With him, it felt right… until it didn’t. Who’s to say that this won’t happen again? She doesn’t trust herself anymore, and this is brand new territory.

“You want me to join your band. You?”

James sits up straighter and gives her a funny look. “Why do you sound so surprised? You're brilliant.”

“But… I can't.”

“You can't or you won't?”

“Can't! How am I supposed to learn your entire setlist by next week?” she exclaims. She doesn’t mean to raise her voice, but she can’t help it. The more she thinks about this, the less confident she feels.

“Actually it would be better by Wednesday.”

He doesn’t look apologetic at all. Strange, since he was so worried about asking her a minute ago. Either he’s mad - and this is a very real possibility - or he just believes she can do it, which, really, is another form of insanity.

She tells him so. “You're not right in the head.”

“Evans—”

“I've got two papers to submit by the end of next week! There's no way I can play with you,” she says in a whispered shout, and now she’s the one with her hands in her hair.

He’s grinning. “But you want to.”

She suppresses a smile at his bravado, but he’s right. “I want to help you. But I can't.”

He leans in conspiratorially, and his enthusiasm almost wins her over. Almost. “Come on, it would be fun! And it's just a one time thing, okay? Or at least until we find a new bassist.”

“Can't believe you're asking me this.”

“Please?”

He’s not pouting, but he might as well be, and Lily can’t deny it: she’s thought about this exact scenario. She’s seen them on stage, she knows how good they are: they’re miles better than everyone else in their local music scene, really, and Lily can’t help but wonder if she’ll feel out of place up there. She loves performing, but being in a band with Severus showed her how awful it feels to be overshadowed by someone else, and she doesn’t want a repeat of that.

“… Can I think about it?”

James’ eyes light up. “Is this a yes?”

“It’s a question.”

“Of course you can think about it! Take a couple of days,” he waves a hand around and sits back in his chair, looking triumphant. Lily smiles; she’s about to burst his bubble.

“Hmm,” she rubs her chin contemplatively, “What do I get in return, though?”

He furrows his brows, not expecting her question. “Oh… We're not getting paid for this gig, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“I know, Potter,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes, but there’s no real annoyance in her tone. “I've performed there too. I'm talking about something else.”

The side of his mouth quirks up. Cheeky boy. “Anything in particular?”

“I'll let you know. After the gig,” she adds nonchalantly.

“What if I refuse?”

“These are my terms. Take it or leave it.”

James is thinking hard, by the looks of it. She doesn’t know what kind of favour she’ll ask him, but simply knowing that she has the upper hand in this situation makes her euphoric. He knows he’s signing away his soul if he agrees. She still hasn’t decided if she’s going to mess with him or not. Perhaps she’ll be nice about it.

“Fuck it. It's a deal,” he extends an arm to shake her hand and she’s about to do the same when a thought occurs.

“Hang on, did you say this was the worst idea you’ve ever had? What the fuck?”

“Shot myself in the foot, haven’t I?”

“I’m giving you one chance to recover from this. One.”

“Fuck,” he covers his face with his hands, and she thinks he’s blushing a little but she isn’t sure. “Remus is much better at this. He was supposed to broach the subject but he refused to, thinks I’m mental.”

She drops her smile and freezes. “Is he even okay with this? And Sirius?”

“Don’t worry, they both think you’re great. Sirius says you’re the female Flea.”

She beams at the compliment and relaxes into the seat. “Do you agree?”

His eyes roam around her face and Lily feels warm all over. It only lasts a moment, and then he’s smirking again. “You’re easier on the eyes, so…”

Right. He’s just messing with her.

“Twat,” she responds, and kicks his chair.

His gaze softens. “But to me you’re more Macca than Flea,” James continues, tilting his head to the side as he studies her once again.

“He was fit when he was younger, not going to lie,” she deflects, because she knows she’s talented - she does! - but she feels the impostor syndrome kick in any time she is compared to another great bassist‒ she has a list; Paul McCartney is at the top. Wait, is James aware of this? She hopes not.

He laughs and nods vigorously. “Especially in the late ‘60s with that beard.”

“Shame he never grew it out again after that,” she sighs, and feels the tension dissipate.

James raises an eyebrow. “Wanna watch the Get Back documentary?”

She’s pretty sure he’s joking, but the last time she saw it she cried, and she doesn’t have the strength to hold back the tears in front of him. Besides, her eyelids feel so heavy that she would probably fall asleep ten minutes in, and she’d rather sleep in a bed tonight. “As much as I’d love to, you’re dead on your feet and I’m not doing much better so… I’d better walk home.”

James sits up straight, suddenly very alert. “No.”

“What do you mean no?”

He gets up from the chair and grabs the remote. “I don’t want to walk in the cold and neither do you,” he says with his back to her as he turns off the music, “so just do me a favour and use my bed.”

She can’t possibly sleep on James Potter’s bed. “You don’t have to—”

“It’s not up for debate,” his tone is resolute but he’s wagging his finger at her, which makes him look kind of ridiculous. “The sheets are clean, changed them this morning.”

“I can’t let you—”

“I’ll take the sofa, goodnight.”

And with that he walks to the bathroom and closes the door.

#told you I had a snippet for my uni/band au #I don't have much else written but I have the plotline down lol #this is kinda shit but it'll change the more I work on it #jily #jfleamont rambles #jple #never sometimes all the time #NSATT

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97keanu · 10 months

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hi, I was wondering if you could write something about John wick and the reader being super cutesie and having a self care night where they have a fun little bubble bath and do some skin care to relax after a long day 👤

I love this so much! They deserve a night of rest after all they go through <3!

John Wick x Reader

Tags: pure fluff, bathing together, face masks, bubble bath, some mentions of blood(bloody knuckles, minor cuts and bruises) but nothing outside of typical john wick universe and extremely tame in comparison, loving!John, tender!John

It's another one of those nights where John comes home and as soon as he walks in the door you know it's been a long night already. You don't ask much where the money comes from, but from the state of his bloody knuckles and the bruises and cuts on his face, you have decided you don't want to know the details.

You get a bowl of ice water ready for his hands, and go to the bathroom to grab the well stocked first aid kit you keep around for times like these. John doesn't even say anything, just sets up at one of the stools by the kitchen island and begins dipping his bloody knuckles in, wincing only slightly. You come back in and sit on the stool next to him, beginning to wipe up his cuts on his face with an alcohol pad that is astringent to the senses. You almost associate the smell with him at this point. John looks into your eyes, and you're not quite sure what he's thinking. You never are. He's a silent man, despite this, you know he cares for you deeply. You can tell from how he treats you, how he touches you, like now, where he's putting the hand not in the ice bowl on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. He keeps boring deeply into your eyes with his dark brown ones, before sighing and speeching gruffly.

"I think it's time for a vacation..." He speaks out, nodding as if trying to convince you, or maybe himself?, that he deserves the time off.

You nod back, continuing to white a particularly dirty and deep cut before applying triple antibiotic and placing a bandaid over it.

"I think that would be really nice, John." You say simply, your voice soft, but your hands and head focused on fixing him up. Even though John's line of work obviously takes the greatest toll on him, that much evident by how often he comes home tore up in various ways, it also takes a toll on you. The worry, the wonder if he just won't come home this time.

Loving John Wick is like loving a stray dog. You never know what happens out there in the streets, but you leave the light on and some food out hoping he will continue to come back to you.

John can see you're still so focused on him, and he takes both your hands into his huge ones, gently holding them, and forcing your attention to his eyes and what he's saying.

"I know I worry you...I hope you know it's because I want a better life for you...for us." He's told you this a million times, and you know his line of work is why you two can live in a penthouse in New York, have a lavish lifestyle, anything you could ever want to own at your finger tips. But sometimes it feels like a gilded cage, since you can rarely go out and live with out worrying about looking over your shoulder. John doesn't really allow you out without him, he says you're his weakness. The one thing that can end him if anything were to happen to you. And you know that you would be an easy target, you're not like John, you can't defend yourself as well as he can, even though he does try to give you as many sparring lessons as possible, just in case.

"I know, John...I am always grateful for you and all that you've given me..." You squeeze his hands, your eyes softening as you really look at the man you love.

"That's why I'm taking some time off. To be with you..." John pulls you closer until you're out of your stool, and turned around so you can sit on his lap. He snuzzles into the crook of your neck, his beard tickling you a bit, his lips soft on your skin there. He continues to speak into your neck.

"I love you so much...I want to make sure I'm spending time with you, real time, time you don't have to worry about anything..." You can tell from how he's speaking he also wants this for himself, but he wouldn't ever admit that he needs this break as much as you. He holds you for a while before the two of you continue your night...

✧✧✧

Once John is officially on "vacation" from his job, he is like a different man. Today, he came home with roses, a bottle of champagne, and a bag full of goodies. The best present he gave you today however, was his smile when he walked in that door. Seeing him happy to come home instead of weary and bloody was enough, everything else was just icing on the cake.

Tonight, he has prepared dinner, your favorite dish, and after you two are done dining, he takes you by the hand and softly pulls you past the bedroom and into the master bath.

One thing you love about this apartment is its massive bathtub that over looks the city skyline. John runs the bath first, the tub getting steamy.

John dims the lights and begins placing candles, a small chuckle as he does so.

"I hope it isn't cheesy, the candles, the rose petals..." He says as he reaches into a basket he has some of the goodies he bought today in and throws a hand full of rose petals at you playfully, before tossing more into the bath, and bath bomb that turns the water a light pink. You laugh back, loving seeing him in this playful mood.

He returns to you, and comes behind you, kissing up your neck to your cheek, before planting a long, passionate kiss on your lips. He slowly drags your shirt up before discarding it on the floor, slowly unbuttoning your bra and dropping it to the floor. He isn't a man to half ass anything, so he finishes undressing you until you're completely bare in front of him, the bathroom air a bit chilly on your bare skin. He uses his large hands to give you the best feeling back rub, and you can't help but to hum, pleased from the feeling.

"There's more where came from..." He whispers softly in your ear, easily picking you up and placing you in the tub gently, the warm water so nice and relaxing.

You watch as John undresses himself before setting the basket on the side of the tub, and settling into the water beside you. You're hands are playing with the rose petals as he continues.

"I thought we could both use a bit of a face mask..." He says before pulling out an expensive looking jar. He undoes the cap, and moves closer to you in the water, taking two fingers to dip into the jar and put a light blue translucent jell onto your face. It has a deep cooling effect, contrasting the heat of the bath.

"Oh! It's so cold!" You exclaim as he continues you gently rub it into your face, he's actually really precise with his movements, sure of himself. He chuckles lightly at your reaction.

"That's what the jar said it would do, do you like it?" He tilts his head, looking at you with curiosity. You nod.

"Yes, it feels quite nice...can I do you?" You say as he finishes up and rinses his hands in the steamy pink water. It smells divine in this tub as well, the bath bomb really doing the trick.

"Of course, my love..." He says, one of his pet names for you coming out. You gently rub the face mask onto him, and you feel so relieved to be touching his face in this way instead of cleaning up bloody cuts as usual. You really did need this...

"How do I look?" John says with a giggle when you're done, he is such a "manly" man, but despite that he is incredibly tender and shy even, with you. It melts your heart when you can see this side of him. You move closer in the hot, bubbly water and lean into him, the feeling of his skin touching yours giving you goosebumps.

"You look like you're Spa Day ready..." You say softly. John leans and grabs something else from the basket, and you can see its a very high quality champagne. He makes two glasses for the two of you and hands you one.

You sip the sweet, bubbly drink and relax into him, the steam of the bath making every one of your muscles go jelly. You're grateful for moments like these.

John massages your shoulders gently as you sit in front of him, running kisses along your back and neck every so often. It feels like heaven. Eventually you both just lean into each other, your naked bodies so relaxed and soft against one another, enjoying this moment.

#john wick x reader #john wick x f!reader #john wick fan fic #john wick fic #john wick #my writing #asks

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xoxomoonlightxoxo · 4 months

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P&C | Ch. 16: Peaches and Cream

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December 7

There it was, written in bright red letters with small hearts and doodles surrounding it, the special date. Jungkook's birthday. See, he is only a few months older than me, but apparently, that's enough of a motive for him to never shut up about it. Sure, he might be bigger, stronger and faster than me but at the end of the day, I got the brains and the beauty (not up for a debate, my mental health won't be able to handle it please). Back to what's important, see, Jungkook is not much of a surprise enthusiast, but sucks to suck because I am. So, naturally, I took it upon myself to plan a little party in celebration of his birth. Putting my acting skills to use, I tried to be as nonchalant about it as possible the whole of last week. Anytime someone mentioned something even remotely close to birthdays, the subject of the conversation would diverge immediately by my sympathetic nervous system. It's nothing too big, just our friend group and a few of his Kinesiology friends. Still, I want this to be special. For him.

Jungkook: I think you should come over ;)

Mira: A dick appointment already?

Jungkook: I don’t know, can you handle it?

Mira: I mean, 3 inches should be fine, right?

Jungkook: … ha ha … very funny. I’ll remember this when I finally get to have you.

Mira: Who said, you’ll ever have me?

I can’t help but smile at my screen, I mean it’s pathetic, really. The butterflies in my stomach are not helping the flush rising up my cheeks, as I play the video he sends. Oh God … I knew alcohol and I didn’t go well together but now that idea is solidified as a fact. Looking back at my dumbfounded face is none other than my drunk self from the Winter Formal. The clip is only 5 seconds, but the second-hand embarrassment is enough for me to essentially drink bleach and just cease to exist.

Jungkook: You did. See. “Jungkook, I want youuu”

Mira: Ok, so now I’m a victim of blackmail. Good to know.

Jungkook: I’ll be expecting your cute self at my door in about an hour.

Mira: Ok dad :(

Finishing up my makeup I quickly grab my keys and make my way out the door before packing some snacks to go. The bus ride there is only 20 minutes but I fear that the noise my stomach makes from hunger might not be a crowd favourite. Unfortunately, though, I play the role of a broke college student just a bit too well, as two mandarins and some salt crackers end up being my only options.

For it being December, the weather is surprisingly nice. Global warming is in its full effect, I guess. While the glaciers melt away, I get to wear cute fall outfits for another month. So, I stunt my leather knee-high boots, as I finally reach Jungkook’s apartment building. Jimin and him are roommates but both come from pretty financially comfortable families, so this isn’t your usual college student apartment but more like a bachelor studio. Fixing my curls, I tuck the striped sweater into my skirt before knocking on the door. Which opens almost immediately, as Jungkook’s eyes divert down to the boots.

“Mira …” he says slowly, leaning on the door frame, as a small smirk forms.

“What?” I snap back confused, nibbling on my lips.

“You know this wasn't an actual dick appointment right?” he giggles, pulling me inside.

“YAH, of course, I did,” I yelp, stumbling on my feet as Jungkook’s grip tightens on my waist.

“Well, you’re looking a bit too good,” he whispers, our lips inches apart as his form moves closer, my back now pressed against the door.

“Can’t handle it, pretty boy?” I whisper back, looking up at his darkened orbs.

“Don’t do that,”

“Do what?”

“Don’t tease me,” Jungkook’s words slow and breathless as his forehead rests on mine, giving it a soft kiss. The gesture is sweet, but the heat between us is almost suffocating. That is until a familiar voice echoes in the background as the doorknob begins to open.

“Oh my god!” I yelp, hiding behind Jungkook who was just as dumbfounded.

“Oh, sorry, am I interrupting something?” Jimin chuckles, placing his bag on the table.

“I thought you had practice?” Jungkook says abruptly, fixing his dishevelled hair. My face, now red, is virtually buried in his shirt as I try to regain my cool before Jimin calls my name.

“Yeah, but it ended earlier. Mira? What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I …” I stutter, replying with more of an expression than words. Jimin is not a threat but he also isn’t aware of whatever Jungkook and I are, so the truth would not be the most suitable answer just yet. Trying to pull something out of thin air, my distressed self is saved by the bell as Jungkook buds in.

“She was going to help me study,” he says reassuringly before leading us both to the kitchen. I can feel Jungkook's hand on my back as Jimin lets out a big gasp.

“Wow, so now you're a chef? Mira, I don't know what you're doing to him but please don't stop,” Jimin laughs, shaking his head at the plethora of dishes covering the dining table before diving right in. Sneaking a quick peek at Jungkook sitting across from me, his eyes patiently waiting for my reaction. I can't help but smile as I take a bite out of the steaming shrimp dumplings. My childhood favourite, might I add.

“Do you like it?” he gently asks, doe eyes sparkling under the kitchen lights. His full attention was on me, so much so that he barely even flinched when Jimin choked on a shrimp tail.

“I love it,” I reply with a soft smile, giving him a flying chef's kiss. He giggles, finally allowing his body to relax before leaning back on the chair with a proud smile.

After cleaning up the table, Jungkook and I decided to go on a walk as Jimin passed out from a food coma with the TV on. Covering him with a blanket, Jungkook turns the system on before wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we head out. It seems that everyone is taking advantage of the warm weather as the beach is more populated than usual. Playing tag with their dad, children's laughter fills up the ambience as their mom takes pictures of the beautiful memories.

“Do you want kids?” Jungkook suddenly asks, turning his gaze towards my unfazed self who was busy digging for seashells. To be honest, I didn't hear him properly and thought he was asking if I had fears. A miscommunication fiasco fueled by the playful laughter in the background and the fact that I'm half-deaf in my right ear.

“Yeah, a lot,” I reply with a soft smile, eyes still glued on the mission below me.

“A lot? Really?” he lets out a chuckle, hands now in his pockets as his body stands still. Feeling the intensity of his stare on me I look up confused, raising an eyebrow.

“What? Don't tell me you don't,”

“I mean yeah, but ultimately it would be my wife’s decision,” Jungkook replies softly, looking back at the peaceful beach horizon.

“Huh? Your wife’s decision?” I repeat, the confusion forcing my attention back to him. What does he mean by his wife’s decision? Trying my hardest to decipher his answer, I begin reading between the lines, hoping to connect the dots between the undertones. Maybe, there’s some kind of metaphor tied into this?

“Yeah, I mean it’s not my body. I’m happy with anything as long as she is healthy and happy,”

“Jungkook, what are you on?” I snap back, unable to hold back the laughter any longer.

“What do you mean? You’re the one that wants a lot of kids,” he scoffs, poking the side of his cheek with his tongue.

“PARDON?? When did I say that?” I yelp, arms now folded in disbelief.

“I asked you if you wanted kids and you said yeah, a lot”

“YAH, no I didn't. I thought you said, do you have a lot of fears!” I scoff back before slapping his forearm as his head jerks back from the laughter.

“Thank God, I really thought you were planning on raising a little army,” he smirks before pulling me into his embrace, hands tightening on my waist. As his gaze lowers to my lips, I can feel my cheeks getting red before my hands glide up to his neck.

“I think I want 3, two boys and one girl,” I say softly, looking up at his darkened orbs.

“A little princess,” he whispers, before placing a soft kiss on my forehead as I rest my head on his chest. Enjoying each other's warmth we stay like this for a bit longer, looking out at the beautiful sunset. It's times like these that I can't help but give in to my desires, wanting to mute that fear in the back of my head. Jungkook feels safe, I don't know how to explain it, but it's as if our souls mould into one. When I'm with him, everything just makes sense.

As Tae lights up the last candle on the cake, everyone scatters to find a hiding spot per Jimin's command. Jungkook’s footsteps becoming more and more evident, there is a rising sense of suspense. No one dares to breathe until the doorknob is finally turned and the door swings open.

“Surprise!!!”

“FUCK! What the heck!” he shouts, stumbling back as his eyes widen in shock. Feeling everyone's attention on him, his ears begin to redden as Tae and I make our way towards him with the birthday cake.

“Happy birthday Kookie, now please stop growing,” Tae teases with a boxy smile, putting the Birthday Boy hat on Jungkook who was still in disbelief. Patting his chest, Tae pulls him into a warm hug, as Jungkook’s attention diverts to me. Although no words were exchanged, one look at his furrowed eyebrows was enough for me to understand that he genuinely did not expect any of this. Mission accomplished! To be honest, I felt so bad for making it seem like his birthday was forgotten all these days leading up to the big surprise, that I’m simply relieved it's all over. Unable to hold back a smile, I wait by Jungkook’s side trying to keep the candles from going out, until his attention was back on me.

“Make a wish, Birthday Boy,” I say softly, looking up at his sparkling eyes. Pulling me closer, Jungkook leans down, scrunching his nose before blowing out the candles as the crowd goes wild. Laughter fills the room once everyone joins in the living room decorated in everything Jungkook-related. From a life-size statue of Iron Man to an entire wall filled with special Polaroids of him and his friends, the Birthday Boy can't help but smile at the wholesome feeling. Holding back his tears as Jimin ushers him towards the couch, Jungkook gasps at the table full of gifts.

“You guys, this is really too much. You didn’t have to …” he says before his speech was cut short by Jimin, who was already eyeing the bag placed on Jungkook's lap. Both he and Tae, who plopped himself front and center, seemed more curious about this whole unwrapping than Jungkook himself. Nonetheless, reaching his hand into the sparkly green bag, he pulls out a small box.

“What is it?” Tae asks, moving closer to get a better look. Shaking his head Jungkook opens it, as both of them gasp at the silver Rolex watch staring back at them.

“YAH, Jimin that’s not fair,” Tae whines, leaning his head back on the couch as Jungkook’s mouth drops.

“Don’t say anything, you’re worth it,” Jimin winks, patting Jungkook’s head before leaning in for a hug. Despite Jungkook being the youngest in his friend group, it’s rare to see him act like one, so the sight is refreshing and heartwarming, to say the least.

Making sure everyone was in the frame, I press the timer on the camera before running back to my spot which naturally was beside Jungkook. Looking up at him, his gaze was soft as I wrap my arm around his shoulders, feeling his hand on my waist as Jimin commands everyone to say ‘cheese’ before the flash went off.

–

“You know, today might have been my favorite day of the whole year,” Jungkook says softly before melting into the duvet. After saying goodbye to everyone, we cleaned up the place before helping Jimin pack for his camping trip with his teammates. He planned to depart right after the party in hopes of making it there early in the morning, and although I tried to change his mind he was determined.

“Ok, I’m leaving now,” Jimin says, knocking on Jungkook’s bedroom door. Nodding, we walk him towards the entrance, as I pass him a bag of some leftovers.

“Please be careful, it’s dark,” I say, as Jungkook leans on the door frame, eyes focused on my worried face.

“I’ll be fine, it’s only 6 hours. I’ll be back by Tuesday. Jungkook please don’t break anything,” Jimin exclaims, giving him a teasing smile as Jungkook rolls his eyes, nibbling on his lip ring.

“Ha … ha.. call me when you get there,” he says, waving goodbye as he locks the door before turning towards me.

“It’s late, do you want to stay over or do you want me to drop you off?”

“One more surprise,” I wink, pulling him towards the bedroom. As I place a red bag on his lap, Jungkook can’t help but bite down his lip, trying to suppress the evident excitement.

“Miraya, you’ve already done so much,” he says softly, looking up at my focused expression before pulling out a film camera with an envelope attached to it. Fidgeting with the seal, Jungkook’s curiosity is on full blast as he moves the three polaroids closer to get a better look under the dim lights.

“Oh my god …” he whispers, choking on his spit from the disbelief. Recognizing the red lingerie, he glances up for clarification until a gasp escapes his mouth at the sight before him.

“Happy Birthday, Pretty boy,” I whisper, before moving closer to his dumbfounded self. Although still in shock, his body responds immediately, caressing the soft skin on my thighs before pulling me on his lap.

“Mira …” he whispers, our lips inches away. Looking at his darkened orbs, I caress the side of his cheek before leaving a soft kiss.

“You’ve been so patient, baby,” I say, straddling his thighs as he hisses at the sensitivity. Melting in my embrace, he is unable to hold back any longer, flipping us over, as his chains now dangle over my face.

“Peaches, please let me have you,” he whispers into my ear, voice now breathless. Sucking on my neck, he leaves soft marks of desperate need and desire before looking back at my eyes.

“Jungkook, I want you,”

“Mira, I need you,”

As our bodies become one, Jungkook leaves a trail of soft kisses down my neck before reaching the soft material.

“Wait here,” he says, almost sprinting towards the kitchen before coming back with a can of whipped cream that I used for his birthday cake.

“Thank you for the meal,” he bows his head, before shaking the can. Unclasping my bra, he tosses it on the floor, taking a moment to fully appreciate the sight in front of him.

“Stop staring,” I snap, hiding my face under the duvet, feeling the flush in my cheeks.

“Hard not to when you look this good, Peaches”

Inches away from my breasts, Jungkook draws small circles with the cream, as I hiss at the cold sensation. Arching my back, he sucks on the sweet taste of my nipples, as his hands caress the soft skin, before leaving a long trace of cream on my stomach. Each taste is followed by a sinful kiss, as purple hues paint my body.

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nushy · 1 year

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i won't be a second choice.

pairing: rockstar!Eddie x fem!reader

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of alcohol and drugs, cheating

A/N: i'm sorry for this, but I'm at a strange place in life rn and I need the angst. it's a short one.

part 2 is here

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"When was this?" you asked in a calm manner with a voice you didn't recognize. The room was dark, the only light was coming from the TV and the long-forgotten show you were watching, before Eddie came to see you.

"Last Saturday, after the show in New York." Eddie answered with a shaking voice. His face was hidden behind his ring-covered fingers. His whole pose was showing guilt and regret.

"Was she pretty?" your question made him jump and look you in the eyes.

"I... I don't remember. But I was thinking about you." you choked out a laugh and immediately threw your glass in his direction, breaking it in the wall behind him.

"You fucking idiot." you screamed. "I loved you. You knew I loved you ever since high school, and you threw away all of this for a stupid one-night stand. What? Couple of whiskey shots and a little bit of weed and I am no one?" you knew what you were getting into when you started dating Eddie Munson the Rockstar of Hawkins - you knew that there were going to be fans and groupies and girls that would do anything to sleep with someone famous, but Eddie swore that he had eyes only for you. And you believed him, after all he was your high school crush.

"I'm sorry. I know this won't fix anything, but..." he started talking, but you interrupted him.

"You told me you loved me before that show. You said you couldn't wait to come home to me and kiss me." you stopped for a second, because you felt the tears forming in your eyes. "There's no need to be sorry, because I'm out of here. You fucked the things up, Munson. And you dared to fucking kiss me when I opened the door just a few minutes earlier. And you sat on the couch like nothing happened. And you said "I fucked another girl." Fuck you." you were too emotionally drained to scream. Even though the way he just sat there, looking all sad and sorry, made you even angrier. "Pathetic. Congratulation, now you are a real rock star. A cheater." you grabbed your jacket and headed to the front door.

"Wait." he stood up and stretched out his arm to you. Oh, how you wanted to hug him and forgive him everything.

"No, Eddie, I am sorry. I can't." you couldn't face him as you said that. You opened the door. God, you already missed him, but you had to take care of yourself. You walked out in the cold. What were you supposed to do now? And to think that you were going to tell him the good news - that soon you would be not two, but three.

"Guess we will be two after all." you said quietly as you touched your belly.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Hawk Moskowitz x Best Friend!Reader Blurb Part Two

Part One ○ Fem!Chubby!Reader

CW for questionable situations, illusions to underage drinking, angst in the beginning. (unedited)

Nothing was quite the same after what happened at Hawk's front door. The summer was dreary despite Reader hanging out with other friends, new friends like Sam Larusso and Robby Keene. Though sometimes she didn't want to be around Sam because she was friends with Moon, who would come around from time to time.

There was nothing bad or wrong with that. Moon was a great person, since deciding to ditch her mean girl era. However, Reader didn't want to be around her. It was too much of a reminder of how Hawk didn't want her.

His words that day replayed in her head over and over again. "I don't love you."

She wanted to cry everytime she thought back to that moment. She ended up crying to Demetri and Robby one day when they asked her why she didn't go to the spa with Sam and Moon. She burst into tears and Demetri hugged her, awkwardly rubbing her back as she rehashed the events.

"That's just cruel," Robby had scoffed. He went on to say that Reader deserved a lot better than Hawk anyway, with Demetri later telling his new pal about her long history with Eli. It did little to change Robby's opinion, as he stood by his earlier statements.

Deep down, Reader knew none of it mattered. No amount of crying or comfort was going to change what happened or magically fixed her shattered heart. Though she swore she'd never feel better, time began to heal the wound. It was slow and gradual, but it was something.

By the end of summer vacation, Reader was a little bit more like herself. She had tried out karate with her friends, but wasn't as into it as they were. It was fun to do with them, but when things got too serious was when she wanted out. She didn't understand what the big deal was, and so found herself on the sidelines often.

She tagged along to the end of summer party, but didn't drink or partake in any of the activities like dancing or chatting. She tried to stay close to Demetri and Robby as much as possible, but it was all too easy to get lost in the crowd. She decided that the best thing to do was get a drink from the kitchen, anything she could find that had no alcohol in it. It was then that she ran into the charismatic host of the party.

"Reader, it's so good to see you," Moon gushed as she walked up to her party guest. Her smile was wide and bright, accented perfectly by her cheekbones and the way her hair frames her face. She held a red solo cup, but didn't take a sip from it the entire time she's with Reader. "I'm glad you came."

"I didn't see a point in saying no," Reader told her, though she knew it's an awkward and lame answer. There were a million reasons not to show up, one of the top five being that she didn't want to run into or even see Hawk there. "How have you been?"

"I've been pretty good," Moon told her. She licked her lips for a moment, as if to buy herself time to think about what to say next. "I know that you've been having a hard time lately, so I won't ask you how you've been just for you to feel pressured to give me a good answer."

"How do you know about any of that?" Reader asked, surprised.

Moon, a little flushed, said, "Sam was telling me about it one day."

"Sam... okay," Reader said, trying to process that information. It was hard to wrap her head around, since she had trusted Sam, Robby, and Demetri to keep her feelings to themselves since she had confided in them. Perhaps she had miscalculated. "Well, I'm actually doing better now."

"That's good to hear," Moon said, smiling gently. "Um, and what about us? I mean, I hope the whole Hawk thing doesn't mean we can't be friends."

As she stood there, Reader realized that shutting out Moon wasn't the best idea. It wasn't fair. Her poor, upset feelings weren't directed at or caused by Moon of all people. And up until that moment, she had hardly thought of Hawk since chatting with Moon. She had nothing to do with it and it had everything to do with Hawk and his crushing words. After all, they hadn't lasted very long and from what she heard, Moon was dating someone new.

"I don't see why not," Reader said, smiling at Moon. She was then engulfed in a quick hug by the girl and she returned it.

"I'm so happy to hear that. I was worried you hated me," Moon told her.

"Not at all," Reader said with a small, awkward laugh. "You didn't do anything wrong, Moon."

"I know, but it always seems so easy to blame the other person."

Reader shook her head. "You didn't break my heart that day. Period."

Moon nods in understanding, gently rubbing her arm in a comforting motion. She then turned to the kitchen and opened up her arms to thankfully change the subject. "Well, there's plenty to do around here. The pool is out back with a mini bar, plenty of vegan snacks, and a DJ taking requests. Have all the fun you want to."

"Cool," Reader said and smiled. "Any nonalcoholic drinks?"

"Freshly squeezed lemonade and fruit punch," Moon said, taking her hand and guiding her to the beverages. Being the good host that she was, Moon made her drink for her and passed it on. Then they raised their glasses. "To new friends."

"To new friends."

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Reader was traversing the party looking for her friends when two guys came up to her. They looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place them immediately. They were tall, but one had red hair and the other wore his hair pushed back.

"Hey, Reader, there's this guy in the back trying to chug thirty beers that you gotta see," the redhead said.

She stared at him for a moment, only to realize they're both Cobra Kai, but she couldn't remember their names. She had nothing against the members of the dojo, but she'd be damned if she was going to fall for their ploy. "Do I look stupid to you?"

"No," the other boy said and smiled at her. "But it's really cool, you really should check it out."

"Is it that old guy you guys train with?" she asked.

They looked at each other, then nodded. The second boy spoke again. "Yeah, he's duct taped bottles to his hands, too. It's pretty funny looking."

She still stared at them weirdly. "Then how is he supposed to have thirty drinks? Don't tell me he has someone funneling it into his mouth."

The first boy grabbed her by the arm. "Come on, you're not gonna believe it until you see it."

"Hey, wait a minute," she said, but he started pulling her along.

She stumbled a bit, but the other boy grabbed her other arm to keep her from falling and helped pull her along. The situation was so startling, she didn't know what to think, but she tried to get out of their strong grips. People they passed were too busy to notice she was being taken to the back rooms against her will and just as she was ready to start screaming, they opened a door and pushed her inside. She managed to catch herself and turn to the door just as it was shut, but no one had followed her inside.

Reader tried to open the door, but they were obviously holding it closed on the other side, so she started hitting the wood. "Ha ha! You're so funny, you guys! Now let me out of here!"

"Don't go yet," a voice said behind her.

It was all too familiar and made her stomach drop. She didn't want to turn around, but her body betrayed her and did just that. She was faced with Hawk, who stood on the other side of the room with his new red hair and his hands shoved in pockets.

"Why not?" she scoffed, trying not to cry.

"Because I want to talk to you," he told her.

She rolled her eyes. "So you had your numbskull friends practically kidnap me?"

"They weren't supposed to be rough with you. I'm sorry," he said, taking a step closer. it hardly brought him near her, but she pushed herself up against the door and crossed her arms over her chest. He sighed. "Reader, I'm sorry, okay. I'm sorry for everything. For hurting you and for the way I've been lately. I just..."

"Just don't love me. I get it. It's fine. Let's move past it and act like it never happened," she said, the tears starting to well up in her eyes. She looked away from him, which felt so hard to do because really all she wanted to do was look at him. It had been months, but the only thing that had really changed was his hair. And maybe his attitude. "It's easier that way."

"No, it's not," he said, incredulous. "You act like I don't exist. Like we haven't known each other our entire lives. I don't want to pretend none of that happened."

"Why not? It's so easy for you to act like Demetri was never your friend," she said, spitting venom at him despite him being the Cobra.

He looked down, ashamed, but didn't give up. "I swear it's different."

"Why? Because he's easier to laugh at or what? Is it because he's a big, quote-unquote, nerd? Or maybe it's because he's-"

"It's because I don't love Demetri!"

That shut Reader up real fast and she stared at him. The tears streaked her cheeks like small rivers trying to find a sea, but they ran over her jaw and down her neck. He watched them, sorrow in his eyes all because she was crying.

She shook her head. "No. No, you don't get to do this... why are you doing this?"

Her voice came out in a weak whisper. She hardly heard herself over the rapid beating of her heart in her ears. Her chest was tight and she didn't want it to. She didn't know the heartache was worse or if it was this.

"Because I love you, too, Reader. I just didn't realize it until you were gone," he told her. He walked up to her and she didn't move. When she didn't try to get away from him, he brought his hand up to cradle her face and wipe the tears from her round cheeks. "I love you, Reader, and I'm sorry I made you think I don't."

She cried his hands and he kept wiping the tears away. "You have no idea how much it hurt me when you said the opposite. Why did you say that?"

"It came out wrong," he admitted. He shook his head. "I didn't know what to say that day and I panicked, and I said that and I did't mean it. I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing," she said, unsure if she could hear it again. She didn't even know if she forgave him. Her heavy heart was hurled into a whirlwind of emotions and she didn't know what to do with it all. "I... Eli, I..."

"You don't have to say anything," he told her. He looked down and pulled away from her. "I can't expect you to. I fucked up and I knew it was a long shot trying to fix all of this."

She reached out for him and grabbed his hand. Her other hand calm up to lift his eyes to hers. They stared into each other's eyes for a long time, or at least what felt like a long time. "I still love you just the same. Nothing was ever going to change that."

"Really?"

She nodded.

He didn't say anything else as he leaned into her and caught her lips with his. She kissed back immediately, moved her arms to wrap around him. His rested on her waist and pulled her against his chest, wanting her as close as physically possible. Months without being near each other, without talking to each other, without smiling and laughing together, culminated in a deep, needy kiss.

They couldn't get enough of each other and they never wanted to part, but when they did, they simply rested their foreheads against each other. Reader looked into Hawk's eyes, softly panting. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held a finger to his lips. She didn't need anymore words. All she needed was him.

All they needed was each other.

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violet-fluff · 3 months

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💙 Mike Zacharius x Abused!Reader

Safe In My Squad

Warning: abuse, alcoholism, trauma

Layla, your best friend, was standing in Mike's office. "Thanks again, Mike, for getting her into the Survey Corp."

Mike gives a curt nod. "I still don't see why she would want to join the regiment that is most likely to have her killed."

Layla hums in agreement. "Y/N's at a stand still being in the Military Police. She doesn't get to do much and when she does, it's really for nothing. She wants to be part of the help for humanity. Besides, I'm sure she would love having you as a captain way more than she likes having Nile as one."

A few hours later, you arrive at the Survey Corp. base and change into your new uniform. You touch the new and unfamiliar badge that was stitched to your jacket because what was once a green unicorn, is now a blue and white set of wings sitting in place.

"I like the look of this one better." You smile and perk up when you hear a knock at your door.

When the door opens, and Mike had to bend his head down a bit as to not bump his head on the top of the frame.

"Ah, I meet the gentle giant once again." You laugh and position your fist over your heart to salute.

You and Mike are familiar with each other. Often paired up when training back in boot camp. You would still see him every once in a while, when the Military Police and Survey Corp. grouped together for a meeting.

Mike gives out a quick sniff. "Didn't I tell you years ago that you'd regret joining the Military Police?"

"Everyone makes mistakes I guess." You shrug and look to the side. "Thanks for taking me in. I'm sorry with what happened to Nanaba. She was a great soldier."

Mike shivers at having to remember how his fellow squad member went down. "Yeah, well, this is the reality of being part of this brigade."

Mike then takes the next few hours to give you a tour of the base, introducing you to yours and his squad, and to help you fill out some paperwork.

"Y/N!!!!!!" Layla squeals as she watches you walk into the mess hall.

You flash a big smile when she runs up to hug you.

"Mike! You didn't tell me she was already here!"

Sitting down, Mike takes a sip of his water. "We had to get a lot done."

It’s when sitting to eat dinner, you get to become more familiar with Hanji and Levi while they ask about your time with the Military Police.

"Ah, yes! Those Military Police folk always seem like a stick in the mud!" Hanji laughs.

Levi clicks his tongue. "A bunch of assholes is how I see them."

You nervously laugh as you keep what you really went through in your mind. Layla looks at you with comforting eyes which Mike caught.

A couple weeks pass by, and you are with Mike out on the training grounds as you embarrassingly stand before him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not good at this."

Mike shakes his head. "It's understandable. You've barely had to use your 3D gear so it might take you just a little longer to learn. You won't be going out on any missions unless I approve of it though."

He then notices one of your shoulder straps a bit loose, so he reaches out to tighten it, but retracts his hand in shock when you flinch hard and step back.

"S-sorry!" You apologize quickly as your face heats up when Mike can only stare back at you. "I'll...I'll go fix it myself!"

And you run off, leaving Mike standing there confused.

Your demeaner changes after that day. You've become anxious and you find yourself doing nervous habits like biting at your lips or shaking your leg.

Mike also notices that you don't go around him unless it’s for training or meetings. With you being a member of his squad, he had to get to the bottom of this so he went to Layla.

"Y/N is not herself lately and I know that you know why."

Layla scrunches her face. "It's not my business to give."

Mike's eyes fall flat in annoyance. "As her squad captain, it is my business to know. If it's not handled, she can get herself hurt with her head in the fog."

Layla sighs and takes a seat. "She's also afraid she'll get hurt."

"How so?"

"I guess I'll just rip the bandaid off because this is not an easy conversation..." Layla hesitates for a moment, "Y/N was getting abused during her time with the Military Police."

"Abused?" Mike sits up straighter, "By who?"

"Nile." Kayla sees Mike's face grow dark. He already hates Nile, so this is the icing on the cake. "He would um...hit her a lot, call her names, make her his personal servant."

This gives Mike the answer as to why Y/N flinched away from him that day.

"No one did anything about it?" He asks.

Kayla shakes her head sadly. "She tried to turn him in, but they just laughed and said maybe she needed to be put in her place. I wanted to help her, but she begged me not to or she would get in trouble with Nile."

Mike clears his throat. "She flinched back from me the other day. She knows I won't hurt her right?"

"She doesn't know that yet. Her trust in people isn't very high. Y/N always thinks people will end up hitting her or start talking down to her if she doesn't do a good job. She was conditioned to believe that for a lot of years." Kayla explains as Mike just listens in shock.

"Is that why she hasn't been around me lately? I know she's been upset because she hasn't got 3D maneuvering down, but I would never hurt her."

Kayla hums. "That's partly the reason. The abuse made her depressed and she turned to alcohol for a while. The addiction got pretty bad until I worked with her to get off of it. Addiction stays for life though, and she's been holding herself back from drinking it lately. That is also another reason you might see her so anxious and fidgety."

Mike thanks Kayla for the information and leaves to find you. The base is empty as everyone is in their rooms asleep, except for you. You snuck out of bed and into the mess hall.

You stand on your tippy toes to try and reach a rum bottle on the top shelf when a big hand grabs it instead.

Snapping around, you are face to face with Mike who holds the bottle up high.

“Mike?!”

He grunts. “Were you trying to get this?”

You pale as you stumble on trying to find words to say. “I-I ….I’m sorry! I-“

Mike sets the bottle on the table and you close your eyes, waiting for some sort of impact to hit your face.

You let out a shaky breathe when you feel gentle fingers glide across your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes, you see Mike crouched in front of you.

“Kayla told me everything.”

You don’t speak as his fingers touching your face are making you nervous.

He sighs. “I won’t hurt you. What they did was inhumane and they will be dealt with.”

You can only nod as you have yet to relax your tense body.

“You also don’t need any alcohol to comfort you. Come to me if you need help.”

“O-ok.” You squeak out.

Mike then takes your hands and holds them gently, but you break out into a sob and lean over to hug him.

He hugs you back tightly and sniffs your hair. This was the closest he’s been to you and your scent is lovely to him. Unbeknownst to you, Mike has always had feelings for you. He gave up on those feelings when you decided to split ways by going to the Military Police, but they would always blossom again whenever he would see you.

A few days later, you are in the washroom with Mike as you clean his hands. You gently wash over the cuts and bruises going across his knuckles, and you give him a scolding look, but he can only smile at the fact you won’t ever be hurt again.

#mike zacharius x reader #mike zacharias #miche zacharias #mike zakarius #attack on titan #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction

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squishosaur · 9 months

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i loev your art style so much and your azujamil comics are so cute <33 do you have any hcs for them that you havent drawn out before ?

uwahh thankies,,, they are everything,, i do have so many hcs for them....

azul acts very confident all the time, but he's insecure about his body. jamil, however, likes to snake his arms around him whenever they're alone and tell him how pretty he is.

jamil likes cooking for azul, if he's feeling nice, you'll find some scalding sands dishes on the lounge menu as weekly specials.

azul's terrified of flying; jamil feels more free in the air. azul will go flying with jamil sometimes. Rarely. but he clings on so tight and won't let go even after they land again. jamil teases him about it, but tends to fly lower so azul's not freaked out.

on the flip side, jamil doesn't know much about the deep sea and is fairly weary of it. if they go out swimming, azul will revert to his mer-form and hold him close for a little while as he adjusts.

i know i just made a comic about azul serenading jamil, but i wanna reiterate that i think he'd play music for him. nothing too crazy, but he'd play piano for him.

azul will make mocktails (since the mostro lounge is at school and he cannot serve alcohol) and name them after jamil. jamil does not appreciate this.

neither is big on pda, but they'll hold hands when they're alone.

when azul is jealous, he will literally do anything to get jamil's attention. Literally anything. he'll make a scene if he has to. jamil thinks this is so embarrassing and tells him that he's going to break up with him.

when jamil's jealous, he'll start plotting things. he has to undermine azul's business plans in secret and plot a murder. he never goes through with this. however, if someone comes on to azul, he might grab him and kiss him on the mouth just to get the message across. azul is More than okay with this.

jamil is multilingual and will randomly call azul both petnames and swears/insults in other languages. azul has to use context clues to find out what it means though.

while i think azul would try and fail to ask jamil out first, i think he'd be the one to propose in the future.

jamil would love thrill rides and haunted houses in order to feel something. azul would act casual about it and start screaming and crying.

their dates would be scarce and would usually be just hanging out to play a strategy game or cooking together. sometimes they watch and discuss movies. mostly, their "dates" are unplanned and involve chasing kalim or floyd or trying to fix problems that they cause ajdndnd

azul knows absolutely Nothing about basketball, but will watch the games and cheer literally any time jamil has the ball. he firmly believes that jamil should be allowed to kill people in this game.

azul likes to compliment jamil and is extremely verbally affectionate. when jamil compliments him though he totally melts.

azul likes their outfits to complement each other, so sometimes jamil will wear silver accessories or azul will wear golden ones.

speaking of clothes, jamil will wind up taking any sort of jacket or long sleeved shirt azul has at Least once. they're a little big though,, azul will take jamil's clothes too (not to wear though) and likes getting his things back from jamil because they "feel/smell like him." jamil finds this so crazy but like Whatever, he guesses.

like he does with other people, jamil will let azul win at things (arguments, games, etc.) azul does not like this and says that he has to take things seriously, only for jamil to beat him at it. either way, he fusses for a little bit.

azul cannot dance. jamil LOVES dancing. he teaches him, but azul is still soso bad. azul prefers ballroom dancing because it looks refined and elegant. jamil indulges him in this but sometimes adds a more hip hop spin to the moves.

azul is Always trying to impress jamil and is always visibly impressed by jamil. jamil does not try to impress azul and does not always make a big show when he is impressed. he will smile, azul swoons at this.

#askbox!#headcanons #twst fanart #twisted wonderland #azujami #jamiazu #jamil viper #azul ashengrotto #my art :>#digital art #doodles

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jwowwsboobs · 9 months

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Star-crossed

The thing about a lot of things that are bad for you, is that after you get it once, you want nothing else. Alcohol, coke, heroin...sex. Lots of things. But nothing is like him. Nothing compares to him.

What the fuck could? How could I think of anything but his blood-reddened lips, skin pale, and wispy black hair over his eyes and brushing his cheek and his thin shoulders. His eyes, darker than the starless sky over Hollywood, his mean little laugh. Long, cold fingers covered in sliver rings. Sacred hands. Sorry. Scarred. Scarred hands.

He hasn't touched me in almost two months.

To be honest, I haven't seen him since he bit me. I called him yesterday and he didn't pick up. I call him once a week. Or more. Does it matter how much I call? He doesn't answer.

I spend all day in my room sleeping and get up at night to roam the streets. Most nights. I work part-time as a bartender at this bar that has me working from like 9 PM to 3. It's mostly cleaning tables. Tedious. Odious. And most importantly, lame as shit.

Everything is lame as shit, honestly. The bands I like bore me, beer tastes like piss, new clothes don't excite me, I fuck the hottest girls and can't cum. Nothing looks good. Nothing sounds good. Nothing feels good. It's like I can't feel anything except a hollow, achy hole in my heart.

Used to be I could fix that with sex and booze and music.

But I don't go out anymore. The most I go out is to the beach and watch the sunrise after work. Bar's five miles from the apartment, beach is five miles from the bar. Or something. It doesn't matter to me. I take the bus, six-pack under my arm. Or a bottle of Night Train. It doesn't really matter what it is, as long as I get drunk enough to fall asleep when I get home.

Nothing really matters, as long as I sleep. I see him in my dreams, and that's as close as I can get to being with him. Tripp picks me up most days, with a hot breakfast from McDonalds that he pushes into my hands and some orange juice in an old resealable beer bottle. And his big brown eyes watch me worriedly from the driver's seat when I crawl in the back, slightly sunburned and head pounding from watching the sunrise.

He knows something's wrong.

I think he thinks I'm becoming an alcoholic. Like a big one. He's one to talk. But he won't say anything. I see him watching me when he thinks I can't see him. Or when he thinks I'm too fucked up to notice. The only good thing about being a vampire is it takes way longer to get drunk. And my skin is better.

I lost my tan though. I wonder if Ryan had a tan once. I think about him all the time. It makes me sick. I want to see him again. I want him.

Two months to the day after I'd last seen Ryan, Tripp stayed home. I was getting ready for work, and he sat on the couch, reading a book.

No, wait. Playboy. Reading Playboy. Which sounds stupid, isn't it all girl bare tits and ass?

"Watcha pouring over there?" I asked, grabbing a piece of deli meat from the fridge and shoving it in my mouth.

"Uhhhh," Tripp squinted at the page. "Auther Clark's Playboy interview."

"Thought Playboy had naked girls, what are you reading interviews for?"

Tripp shrugged. "Alice said he was cool. He's supposed to be like, one of the best science fiction writers of our time."

"Since when have you been into science fiction?"

Tripp ignored that. "Listen man, are you working tomorrow?"

"No." I said, gloomily. Going to work was the only thing I had the energy to do. Laying in bed all day and all night when I didn't have work was hell. Sometimes I'd write, but that was worse. It was all about him.

"Cool, listen, me ‘n’ Alice-"

"Who?" I was bored already.

"Alice? Alistar? Me ‘n’ him hang out all the time, dude, haven't I mentioned him?”

"Hm."

How was I supposed to keep track of his friends? He's got like a million of them.

Tripp shrugged. "Well anyway, he's really cool man, come with me tomorrow, me 'n' him are gonna see this band. He wants to meet you. It'll be fun man! Just come with me to the concert. It'll be fun."

I checked the clock. I needed to leave. "Yeah, alright man, I gotta go."

"Think about it at least, dude. You haven't been out in ages. You need to have some fun. Get laid!"

I rolled my eyes and slammed the door behind me. Not true, but he would say that.

Work was mind-numbing. Tables covered in crushed peanut shells, wadded up, snotty napkins, yellow buzzing lights. Beer spills. Condensation rings. Cig burns on the counter tops. I thought I saw Ryan slip into the bathroom, but it was another shaggy, black haired guy in black leather and denim. A girl who would have been fun a couple months ago slipped me her number. I threw it out later. Didn't bother looking at it.

When I got off, I headed straight to the beach. I didn't stop at the liquor store on my way.

I sat on the sand in the dark, watching the waves crash against the shore. Lights from the street and boardwalk behind me reflected off the water. I felt cold and tired and alone, and I was tired of feeling cold and tired and alone. I lit a cigarette and tried to relax. His eyes danced in front of me, and I rubbed my eyes. I dug through my pockets for a pen and my order pad. There was something biting at the inside of my head, some kind of poem or song or something. Something. I scrawled something I hoped would make sense to me later, but I didn't care if it did or not. It was too dark for me to really make out what I was writing but I guess I wasn't thinking about what I was writing. Just putting it out there.

I ran out of sheets on my order pad before the sun rose. I'd needed a new one anyway. Might as well use it up on something kind of important. More important than Bobby and Jack's fucking drink and sides order. I got up, not feeling like waiting for Tripp, and waited at the bus stop. A red-haired guy in sunglasses and dark clothes sat slumped in an alley by the bus stop. I felt like he was watching me, but I knew that was not true. I hoped it was not true.

It took me an hour to get home, like it usually did when I took the bus. I ran my hand through my hair, flipping through the pages while we drove. It looked like there'd be a couple things here and there that would be usable, there was a lot of stuff, but I'd look at it again when I woke up.

I got in the apartment as the sun started to rise over the Strip. Earlier than I normally got in. Tripp wasn't awake, and I had no intention of waking him up. I took my shower as quietly and as fast as I could, and crawled in bed. And passed out.

I woke up around 7 in the evening. Tripp shuffled around the apartment, and I could hear him playing Led Zep. Sounded like Black Dog. That I could identify it was fucked. Never liked Led Zep. Fucking stoner shit. Pink Floyd would be worse, but lucky for me, he didn't like those idiots either. Speaking of stoners, it smelled like weed a little bit, which, if I could smell it from my room, meant that he was smoking the really fucking ass shit and would be whining about needing to get more tomorrow. Fucking idiot. I groaned, pulled my pillow over my head and tried to go back to sleep.

After a couple minutes, I gave up and pulled the closest pair of jeans on. He'd said something about a show yesterday, so I figured while he was gone I could work on whatever shit I'd vomited up last night.

I was dead fucking wrong, of course.

I went to grab something to eat, hungry as hell, and caught him jumping on the furniture, pretending to solo to Rock and Roll. He didn't notice me, completely engrossed in pretending to be Jim Page. I cheered at the end of the solo, and he fell off the couch, hitting the floor HARD.

"Lani!" He yelled, rubbing his shoulder as he got up. I doubled over with laughter.

"Man, not cool," He said, trying not to laugh. "I was fucking killing it."

"In your stoner dork dreams, brother," I said, grabbing a slice of dunno-how-old, left over pizza from the fridge and leaning against the counter.

Tripp laughed. "So you wanna play like that, huh?"

"Huh?" I asked, mid-pizza bite.

He wiggled his eyebrows and I fled.

I heard him jump over the couch and he chased me around the apartment, both of us laughing the whole time.

He finally tackled me onto the couch and kissed my forehead. Well, I say kissed, it's like being kissed by a dog. All drool and spit. Girls seem to love it. But not me.

"C'mon man, eat fast, we gotta head out." He said, getting off me and wandering towards his room. "I wanna get to the club before it's too packed to get in."

"What?" I asked, sitting up and wiping my forehead. Gross.

"What do you mean what, we're gonna go to a show and see some friends! It'll be fun!"

"No way man," I stood, wiping my hand on my jeans. "I've got like, shit. Lyrics. 'N shit. To like, work on."

Tripp grinned. "Yeah, we can work on that later, dude! Let 'em rest. Put some shoes and a shirt on, we're leaving in like, five."

"No seriously man, I, like-," I tried to protest. He closed the door to his room and I flopped against the back of the couch. Fucking jerk. I kicked my feet against the coffee table, littered in beer cans and skin magazines. And my notepad. I'd thrown it on there when I'd come in, knowing Tripp wouldn't touch it. I grabbed it and let myself get lost.

Tripp threw a black shirt at me, and I jumped.

He shrugged his patch-covered denim vest over his cut-off shirt and picked up my boots, abandoned by the door days ago. "C'mon, Lani. Let's go."

He stood, arms folded, grinning. I huffed.

"Dude, I don't want to."

He shrugged, still smiling.

I rolled my eyes, throwing the notepad on the table and picking up the shirt he'd thrown at me. I grabbed the boots out of his hand, and he locked the apartment door as I pulled them onto my feet. Tripp led the way down the stairs. Our building didn't have an elevator, which sucked, but it was also only two floors, and there really wasn't anywhere for an elevator. Everyone's doors faced a center patio with a shitty pool. Y'know Karate Kid? Our building was like that, but ten times worse. At least they'd had a guy on the premises who did maintenance.

I pulled the black wife beater over my head and rolled my eyes as I caught my reflection in a window we'd passed. This was such a shit outfit. At least I was still wearing all my rings.

Tripp bounded up to the front of the very short line, dragging me behind him, and slipped into the club. The band was still setting up, but the house was blasting music. I fiddled with my rings as Tripp scanned the room.

Evidently, he found what he was looking for. He dragged me to the bar, huge fucking grin on his face.

"Alice, dude!" A guy in with long red hair, dark sunglasses, ripped black shirt with the sleeves cut off and fraying ends and black ripped jeans tucked into black cowboy boots turned slightly on the bar stool he was perched on, drink in one hand, leather jacket hanging off the back, and was immediately wrapped in Tripp's bro-hug. I hung back awkwardly, wishing I was home with my notebook and no fucking Tripp.

Tripp finally let go of his friend, and pulled me forward.

"Alice, this is Lani,"

"Hi," Alice said, voice rough with an accent I couldn't place. I didn't care enough to figure it out.

"Sup." I said.

Tripp grinned like a fucking idiot. "Great! I'm gonna go find Crystal!"

"Who?" I asked as Alice turned back to the bar.

"Chick." Alice said, nonchalant. "Wanna drink?"

"Sure."

He flagged the bartender down, and I ordered a beer. It was early. If I stayed sober enough to look like I was miserable, maybe Tripp would let me skip home early. If I stayed sober enough, I'd be able to slip out really fast, really easy. Tripp wouldn't even notice.

Alice took a sip from his drink.

"Tripp tell you what band was playing?"

I shook my head. "No."

He shrugged. "Probably for the better. They're ass. An embarrassment really. Can't believe they're willing to show their faces playing music so fuckin' bad."

I laughed. He couldn't be serious.

"Dead serious man." Alice said, as the bartender slid me my glass. I nodded in thanks and turned back to Alice. His sunglasses obscured his face almost totally. How could he see in them?

"You'll see what I mean."

I took a swig and shook my head. "Man, I fuckin' hope you're right, the bands that suck are so much fuckin' funnier."

Alice scoffed. "You here for music or for fuckin' idiot shit?"

I scratched at my neck, not wanting to look at him. The sunglasses in the dark bar was freaking me out. "Why not both?" I asked.

"Gets'cha killed." Alice drummed his finger against the bar top. "Guess that dund't really bother yer kind though."

"What?"

He turned to look at me. I think. I couldn't see his eyes behind those fucking sunglasses and it was freaking me the fuck out.

"Don't play stupid. You heard what I said."

Gay? Or-

I didn't wanna think about it.

"Thanks for the drink man," I said, pounding my drink back. "I need a cig."

"Suit yourself. I can tell you more than he ever will."

A cold chill raced down my spin.

"What?"

Alice's lips twitched upwards. They were chapped and pale. "You know what. Go take yer smoke. I'm not moving."

Instead, I sat on the stool next to him. "No, tell me. Explain."

"So you were bit, what, a week ago?"

"Two. Months." I corrected.

"No shit? Same night you met him?" But they weren't really questions.

I felt weird with his eyes on me behind the sunglasses. "Night after."

"Interesting."

"Why?"

"Usually you don't live."

I felt sick to my stomach.

"Have you killed?"

I shook my head.

Alice grunted. "Interesting. Most kill about two weeks after they've been turned. Have you seen him?"

"No." I ran a hand through my hair. This was freaking me out. "No. He, um, he comes to me in dreams. And I think I see him when I'm awake too. He's always in my head. I can't get him out of my head."

Alice drummed his fingers on the counter top.

"How do you feel about him?"

I stared at my hands.

"I..."

I was obsessed with the thought of him. He consumed every moment. I hated how he was nowhere to be found. I loved him. I wanted him. I needed him. I loved him. I loved him.

"I think I love him." I whispered.

Alice stopped drumming his fingers against the table-top. "Hm."

I didn't wanna know what that fucking meant. He turned away and drank. I swallowed. My throat felt drier than the dessert and I was freezing cold.

"How do you-?" I choked out.

Alice put his drink down. "I'm supposed to kill you."

"Me?"

He waved one hand dismissively. "You, yer kind, same difference. Except you're not really one of them. Yet. But yer time will come. Every dog has it's day, huh?"

I shook my head. This was too fucking much. "I'm going for a cig."

Alice grabbed my arm. His hand was too warm and tight.

"Listen. If you don't want to live like this, there's ways I can help you."

"I need a fuckin' cig," I spat, trying to wrestle my arm out of his iron grip.

Alice shrugged and let go. He flagged down the bartender, and ordered another drink as I shoved my way through the throng of people filling up the club.

I stumbled to the fire exit near the stage, always propped open, and slumped against the wall of the empty outside alleyway. I took deep breaths, trying to calm down. It didn't work. I dug in my pockets for a pack and my lighter, and light up. I hit, exhaling before I should have, but it didn't fucking matter. Everything felt like it was spinning. I felt sick and lost and pissed the fuck off.

"Well, sunshine..."

I jumped, dropping my cigarette. He ground it up, wearing the blue-black cowboy boots I'd first seen him in.

"You-" I whispered. His lips curled into a tight, mean sneer.

"Me."

I shook my head. I felt ready to fucking scream. "I called you everyday."

He shrugged. "I'm not your fucking dog. I won't come when you call."

I wanted to beat his fucking brains in. I wanted to cry. I wanted his lips on my skin.

"Why are you here?" I finally said. I sounded pathetic and I knew it.

"It's time." Ryan said, the car headlights on the street reflecting in his eyes. I lit another cig.

"For what?"

He rolled his eyes and grabbed the cig out of my hand. Cigarettes had never looked so sexy in someone's grasp.

"There's a tradition to these things, Lani. Did you think that all it takes was a bite and a bit of my blood?"

"I don't know." I snarled, grabbing my cig back. I tapped the ash off and sniffed. "I thought you'd be around."

He didn't say anything. I just wanted him near me. On me. In me. I rubbed my head.

"What do I need to do?"

Only kill for him.

That wasn't too hard. Not too bad. I'd do that in a heartbeat, just to feel his cold breath against my neck, telling me the horrible things I needed to do to be with him forever.

Yeah, I thought it was hot how deeply and vividly he described killing someone and drinking their blood. Something about the perversion of the blood of Christ. Fuck if I know. It sounded hot to me.

He said he'd bring the one to me, and disappeared into the club. I tried to follow him but I lost him. I also got kicked out cuz I tripped over some girl's leg and her meathead boyfriend started with me. Shit, if it's such a fuckin' problem a guy falls over your chick's leg, don't take her to a fuckin' packed club 'n' let her stretch her friggin' legs all where people are trying to walk?

Guess it didn't make that much of a difference anyway. I was thrown on the street anyway. And I was fucking pissed.

I shoved my way through people as I walked down the Strip, all lit up. What the fuck was Ryan's fuckin' deal? The fuck was his fuckin' PROBLEM? He treats me like fucking scum, barely gives me a second glance, won't answer my calls, won't call me back, fucking none of it.

And yet. And fucking yet. Here I am, head over fucking heels, ready to fuck everything up for those dark brown eyes and perfect fucking sneer.

Jesus FUCKING Christ.

I found myself in the middle of a median, cars cruising by. Their headlights were too fucking bright and I was pissed off beyond belief.

I had no money on me, no jacket, fucking nothing. The liquor store across the street beckoned lovingly.

"Y'know, you should just go home."

"What?" I said, turning around. Alice stood next to me, hands shoved in the pocket of his jeans, leather jacket hanging open.

"I said you should just go home. You should get some rest. Think about if becoming a vamp would be everything you wanted. Think about what you'd be losing."

"How the fuck did you find me? Did you fucking follow me?"

"Yeah, I did," He said, digging through his jacket. "Cig?"

I scoffed, and took it. He handed me his lighter too.

"Look," He said as I lit my cig. "I don't know you well, just what Tripp's told me. But he loves you. He wants you to be happy. He'd do anything for you. He would go to the ends of the fuckin' earth just to make you happy for two seconds. And he believes in you. Says you've got a lotta potential. Says yer talented. You believe in shit. You have a fuckin' brain when yer not numbing it out with the stupid shit. Drinking, drugs, women, pickin' fights, whatever the fuck. Tripp sees something big in you, and he's willing to give up anything to be there for you. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. Can you say that about the one that turned you?"

I handed the lighter back to him. His hair blew wildly in the wind from the cars. The fucking glasses didn't move an inch. I could see myself reflected in them, small and shivering.

"What he's asking you to do, you don't have to. You don't need to. You'll be happier if you don't."

"You don't know that."

He tucked the lighter into his jacket and shrugged. "Maybe so. But I feel it. Do you?"

I didn't know what to say. I ran my hand through my hair. He shrugged and took off, weaving through the moving cars.

I looked up and down the street. Cars streamed by, blocking him from my sight for seconds. If I didn't follow him I'd fucking lose the only person who sort of answered my questions. "Wait, come back," I yelled, following him.

Cars honked at me as I ran through the traffic. He was walking quickly down the sidewalk, and I weaved in between the other people on the sidewalk, trying to catch up with him.

"Alistar! Wait!"

He didn't.

I followed him for blocks.

He finally stopped and sat down on a bench outside of a church. I stopped a few feet away, watching him.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Alice looked up at the sky. It was overcast. No stars.

"So I don't have to kill you."

"Why?"

"I'll go to hell if I can't cut down as many of you bastards as possible before I kick it. Dunno about you man, but I'm sick of livin' in hell."

"Says who?"

"God." Alice said, boredom dripping from his voice.

I looked at the church, it's golden spire dark in the night. "Is that why you brought me here? So I can go back to God and repent and go to heaven when I die? What kind of metalhead are you? The fuckin' Jesus Krispies hate us."

Alice scoffed. "Whatever they worship ain't my God. I came here cuz when I shoot up they take me inside. You followed me. If you wanna go in there and repent, by all means. I wanted you to know that there was an off-ramp. It's up to you now. You pick yer own path. Make sure the people that love you can walk on it too."

He took his jacket off and started pulling his shit out. I turned away. I felt a sick, sinking feeling in my gut. This was all so fucked. This was all so, so fuckin' fucked.

I paused on the corner, glancing back at Alice. He was hunched on the bench, tying his arm off, ready to find his God, I guess. I rubbed my face, and turned the corner.

My feet took me all the way home. I barely had to think about it.

I trudged up the stairs, exhaustion weighing on me like a brick in a bag of puppies. I could see a lamp was on inside, and I took a deep breath. This was home. There was nothing to fear. No reason to be uneasy. This was home.

The apartment door was unlocked. I opened it. Tripp sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. Someone was digging through the fridge, but the door blocked them from view.

"Sup dude," I said to Tripp, kicking off my boots.

He didn't reply. My brows furrowed.

"Tripp? You good man?"

"He's fine," Ryan's voice rang out like a shot. "You better finish him off though."

"What?" I asked.

Ryan giggled, and straightened up, beer in hand. He jumped on the counter, wearing his boots. He let the fridge door close behind him, and cracked his beer. "Finish him off, Lani. You wanted to join me, you gotta finish him off."

"What the fuck did you do to him, man?" I asked, frozen by the door. I knew what he'd done. I didn't want to believe it.

Ryan shrugged, drinking from his beer. "Take a look."

I knelt in front of Tripp. It felt like time had stopped. His boots, his dark brown leather cowboy boots, were still on. His ripped, faded blue jeans were spattered with warm blood, dark red and fresh. His hands were limp, but still warm. The right side of his shirt was soaked with blood. It dripped down him from a bite on his neck. Two open punctures, the bloody shape of Ryan's mouth stained on the tan skin of his neck. I choked out a sob.

"Oh, c'mon Lani, don't be a fucking pussy. You knew this was fucking coming. And if you didn't, you're fucking stupider than I thought."

I wanted to kill him.

"Why him?" I yelled. "Of all the fucking winos, hookers, pimps, washouts, why fucking him? He's the only person who's ever fucking been there for me. My only fucking friend. Not you, not anyone else. HIM!"

Ryan shrugged. "Out with the old, in with the new."

"You son of a bitch," I snarled, starting towards him, ready to fucking beat his brains in.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "The longer you put it off the more he suffers, Lani. Let him go."

As if on cue, Tripp gurgled. I turned back to him, tears welling up in my eyes.

"Let him go, Lani," Ryan said softly. "Set him free."

I hugged Tripp, burying my face in his bleeding shoulder.

"I'm so fucking sorry, man," I choked out. "I'm so, so fucking sorry."

I felt him try to raise his arm, trying to hug me back, and I sobbed. Tears and blood mixed on his skin.

I sank my teeth into his neck, and prayed to whatever God was left that He'd take Tripp. And the tears would not stop flowing.

I felt Tripp grow cold, and released my bite on his neck. He lolled in my arms like a rag doll and I buried my face in his bloody chest.

"I love you, man, like a brother."

Ryan's hand was heavy on my shoulder, and I didn't try to shrug him off. I needed him, now more than ever.

#this is longer than the other one btw. anyway hv fun <3 send me hate mail #333 #xoxo #love like heroin hate like heaven

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New Years Fireworks

SHIP: Baptiste / Eira (self insert) (xe/xem/xyr pronouns)

WORDS: 2,406

WARNINGS: mention of alcohol, smoking, and sloppy writing because I rushed this so much to get it done by tonight

AUTHOR NOTE: i got it done with like 10 mins to go baeby <3

Reblogs okay and appreciated, but not at all required! Happy New Years 2023!!!!

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It hadn't been a full year since Eira arrived in Rafta, but it actually felt a bit longer. Xe had shown up months and months before, not aware of how xyr life would end up. Xe had nothing. Xe had no connections, no family or friends or money...

...But now before xem was the Heroes' Guild hall, a place xe viewed as not only their place of employment, but xyr home. And what a busy home it was! People were bustling even more than usual around Rafta, though, thanks to New Years Eve being upon them all. Eira was having a hard time keeping up!

Everyone was helping out. For instance, Muktuk and Saffron had joined forces to create a giant ice sculpture of a slime, with Muktuk's artistic expertise and Saffron's way with ladders and supports while he worked. Another example was Roxanne helping decorate with Quinn - it seemed they were at a bit of odds, though, with what was actually a decoration and what was just disgusting shock humor.

That said, not everyone was busy out in the hall. Someone like Corsac was staying behind the scenes, teaching Mint further survival first aid in case the heroes got too rowdy that evening. Mint was all about first aid, but perhaps even she questioned using seaweed to tend to a wound...

Other notable supporters of the celebration included Luna (who promoted the event), Salt and Pepper (who brought in extra funds for the event, although they didn't exactly specify where those funds came from), and Xid (who was setting up her guitar for some BGM for the event).

Everyone was busy, either way - except for Eira. Xe didn't know where to start helping. Xe didn't know crafts and sculping, décor and first aid weren't xyr calling, and all those other things weren't much use to xem either. Still, xe chose to check in on everyone.

"Um...How's it going, Saffron?" Xe attempted, approaching her where she stood in front of the ice sculpture. It towered over, but was notably intimidating up close.

Saffron's goatish ear twitched, and she turned to Eira with a smile. "Hello Eira. It's great work, isn't it? I didn't think we had so much access to ice here in Rafta...I suppose I'm just used to the forest. Who knew there was an whole arctic region as well?"

Eira gave a small smile. "It really came out so nice."

"That it did." She hummed, then took a whiff of her pipe. "That said, Muktuk is insistent it can be improved more." She hummed. "I can't fault him without sounding a little hypocritical though, can I?"

"You do like to fix things..."

Saffron chuckled now. "I do. I won't deny that. Oh, but..." She glanced around a bit. "Have you seen Baptiste?"

It was natural Baptiste, as the spokesperson administrator type related to the guild's affairs, was also involved. But Eira couldn't tell you - or Saffron - where he was or what he was doing right now. Xe shook xyr head, and Saffron got the message. She sighed, and took another breath of her pipe.

"I see...Well, I'm sure he'll turn up. In the meantime, I've got to get to replacing some of the tables around this place..." She frowned. "Between Mint grinding down the edges for safety and Baptiste constantly cleaning the surfaces, the wood's been worn down."

"I'll leave you to that," Eira tilted xyr head. "I would offer my help, but..."

"But...?"

"I've got a bit of a record of being ...clumsy." Eira's tail curled around xem a bit, tapping xyr fingers together.

"Got two left paws?" Saffron gave another soft laugh. "I don't think that's so bad. But..." She smiled. "You might want to find Baptiste for us. He's got to be around here somewhere."

"Right, right. I'll do that then!" Eira's tail unwrapped, xyr ears perking up with determination. "Thank you, Saffron!"

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For giving me something to do!"

With that, Eira left an amused Saffron to her work, and xe worked on finding the guildmaster...Who doubled as xyr boyfriend.

It wasn't too worrying a concept to have to search for Baptiste, it must be said. As the barkeep was a big part of the Heroes' Guild, Eira knew he was just busy with all the preparations, and that he likely was planning something big and got distracted by whatever it was. Maybe it was fireworks...Eira's ears lowered a bit nervously at that thought, but then returned to their normal position. No matter what he was doing, xe was given a task. And xe would perform it well!

...As soon as xe found a lead to his whereabouts. For that, there was nothing to do but ask the other vendors and volunteers.

......

"Baptiste?" Xid looked up, the fingers of one hand strumming a few acoustic chords, the fingers on her other hand tuning the head of the guitar to perfect the melody. "No, sorry. Can't say I've seen him. Maybe he's practicing his poor ventriloquism act."

"You think?" Eira blinked. "At a time like this?" Xe didn't deny the act's quality, also.

"No, not really." Xid laughed, "I'm just joking. I don't know where he is. But good luck finding him, yeah? I think he ought to be on a leash sometimes, if I'm gonna be brutally honest..."

"A leash wouldn't do us any good," said the voice of Quinn, who was hunched over their clairvoyance orb as usual as they slowly approached. "Well, not unless it's one of those child ones."

"A child leash for Baptiste?" Eira giggled, but then paused. Xe paused a little longer. "...Actually, it...might not be such a bad idea. Oh, but - if you two haven't seen him -"

"He's out with Sylvia, I think." Quinn revealed, leaning on their floating orb.

"Yeah, come to think of it, I hadn't seen Sylvia here either." Xid glanced at Quinn. "...Wait, wait, can I borrow that sphere thing you have?"

"...What?" Quinn held it a bit protectively, pulling back. "What would you need it for? Don't get too close, you'll get glitter on it..."

"I don't use glitter in my stage productions!" Xid shook her head, "Anyway, I thought it might make a good disco ball."

"No way." Quinn scoffed, "That's as bad as the wardrobe demon suggesting we cut it into earrings."

Eira cleared xyr throat. "Um...I think you should both go back to your jobs." Xe was hoping to avoid altercation here. It did seem to settle them both down pretty easily.

Xid bit her pierced lip. "True that. I've only got a short time to write a song for this gig."

"Meh, I'm taking a break. Roxanne is fun, but she's so freakin' picky..." Quinn shrugged. "I don't see why we can't just throw some squid vine around and see how it plays out."

"Tentacles are a bit....much, Quinn." Eira shivered at the thought.

"It's vine, not tentacle."

"Even so...Uh. You said Baptiste was with Sylvia?"

"Last I saw, yeah. He told me not to tell anyone, though...Bragging about the end result being a surprise."

"He asked you to keep it a secret?" Xid raised an eyebrow. "Sounds kinda weird."

"Yeah. He's a weird guy. Still not sure what you see in him, Eira." Quinn grinned in a relaxed, knowing and smug way.

"But he asked you to keep it a secret, Quinn." Eira's tail puffed a little, as xe became a little offended. "You betrayed his trust!"

"Weren't you the one looking for him? I'd feel bad lying to you Eira, cause I don't dislike you. I can't care if Baptiste refuses to sell me his slime earnings...I know he'll come crawling back anyway." Quinn didn't seem malicious about this, but they did seem to have quite the racket going here. They waved their hand though. "Anyway, I never told you what exactly he was doing. Just that it's gonna be a surprise."

"Mh, well...Don't tell me anything else, okay?"

"I won't tell you...Not for free, anyway."

Eira calmed at that, giving an exhale of air xe didn't realize xe was holding in. Xyr fur smoothed out now, as well. "Thank you."

"I just hope his surprise is worth the fuss." Quinn shook their head.

"If not, I'll make up for it with some tunes." Xid gave a big smile, jumping to her feet with her guitar in hand. "Time to plug this baby in and test it out..."

"Time to leave, then." Quinn didn't wait for anyone to comment. They just walked off. It was just their style to enter and leave at their own pleasure...Or displeasure. That too.

Xid looked to Eira, then. "You wanna stay for a song or two?"

"Hm..." Eira frowned, considering it, before nodding. "I think a song wouldn't hurt..."

"It won't hurt a bit, I promise! As long as these amps are volumized well..."

......

Soon, Eira excused xemself due to a headache due to the amplifiers' unnecessary reverb, though the song itself was nice. Xe sat down at the bar counter despite nobody being there, and sighed... Xe could've gone for a smoothie or something, but Baptiste wasn't there to make anything.

What was this surprise Quinn mentioned he had, though? Eira swung xyr pawed feet in excitement (said feet not touching the ground very fully due to xyr shortness) as well as in anxiety. Sylvia was a friend, a potionmaker who was even newer to Rafta than Eira, but was very talented at her brewing...What could Baptiste be doing with her?

Eira would've gotten up, debating dropping in on other friends around, but instead xe was distracted by a gloved hand slipping a glass of colorful liquid xyr way. Eira blinked, and looked up to meet the eyes of a dark-pink haired young lady.

"Sylvia?"

"I thought you looked a little thirsty." Sylvia smiled.

"How long have you been here?" Eira was surprised, eyes widened ever so slightly. "I though you were with - um...That is..." Xe flushed, looking away now.

"It's fine, Eira." Sylvia laughed, "I'm sure Quinn let it slip a little, right? Of course they did. Baptiste is outside. Why don't you go see him?"

"I...But -"

"It's fine, this isn't actually for human consumption I'm pretty sure." Sylvia took the drink back when she noticed Eira's gaze fall to it. "Baptiste made it, so..."

"Ah, uh...Say no more, then." Eira sighed... "He's getting better...I think...But...He's outside, you say?"

"He is. You need to get a coat, though, it's kinda chilly out there. The last thing you need is to start the year with catching a cold, I'd say."

"I'll be okay." Eira giggled, and slid off the barrel upon where xe sat. "Thank you, Sylvia." Xe thanked xyr friend, then moved to go outside.

...It was actually colder than Eira expected, but xe could still handle it; it came in handy being an arctic fox and all. Xe was just glad it wasn't windy, too. Xyr eyes settled on a man eventually though upon glancing around. His blue hair shined in the snowy atmosphere, his body bundled in warm clothes.

"Bappy?" Eira called out to him excitedly, beginning to approach him. However, before he could find himself turning around, Eira had reached him - xe didn't know xyr own speed sometimes.

Wrapping xyr arms around his torso and burying xyr face into his chest, Eira sighed with relief. "You're okay..."

Baptiste was surprised by the sudden embace, but didn't resist. He gave a chuckle that shook his shoulders, a feeling Eira felt being so close. "Hello to you as well, my rose!" He slipped his arms around xyr shoulders. "I am in fact here and okay...Truthfully, I'm here, and more than okay. I'm feeling spectacular."

"Mmh...Come inside with me, Bappy." Eira hadn't let go, and xyr mumble was against his fluffy coat.

"Oh, we should certainly go inside - you don't even have proper wardrobing for this weather, beloved." He rubbed xyr shoulders with his gloved hands, generating some heat for xem.

"I'm fine..." Eira held him tighter. "You're warm enough. Um...But ..." Xe finally pulled back a tad. "What have you been doing?"

"Hm?" Baptiste blinked. He seemed genuinely surprised. "...Quinn didn't let the secret out? I'm impressed."

"Um...They did a little, but...They only said you were out with Sylvia."

"Ahh. Well, my rose...I am thankful they did not spoil the surprise."

"What surprise?" Eira stepped closer again, and Baptiste replied by pushing xem back slightly and giving a soft huff of amusement. "Bappy, let me -"

"Inside, my rose. My rose, whom I wish not to wilt in this chill..."

"Baaaappy...."

But Eira puffed xyr cheeks and admitted defeat. Inside the two went, though Eira was hardly a few inches from him. Finally, Baptiste came to a stop and turned towards xem - a hardly necessary action, but regardless...

"Now then." He brushed some snow flakes off his hair, giving a shiver as they fell. "I have a delightful surprise for you."

Eira's ears lowered slightly. "You didn't set up fireworks, did you?"

"Hmm...A trick question, that one." Baptiste reached to pet xyr ears. The scritch-scratching pressure, even though gloves, was enough to make Eira's tail wag and for xem to just generally relax. "I am aware you are startled by fireworks, so I didn't opt for them..."

"Then ...?"

"I opted for Sylvia's potion making ability, instead, and decided to see if she could help make an explosive concoction of similarity to a firework....Without the sound."

Eira blinked. "...Explosive...Concoction?"

"In simpler terms, we - and her uncle, too - invented a firework we can dowse Rafta's skies in quietly. No disruption to the neighbors, the sky, nor you, my rose..." He lifted his hand and took Eira's, kissing the top of xyr knuckles softly. "Thank you for your patience. I assure you, that tonight shall be a night to remember..."

Baptiste didn't need to wait for the night to fall, actually, for the day to be memorable - for Eira jumped into his arms then, and he swung xem around lovingly before dipping them into a kiss.

This was New Years for Baptiste and Eira in Rafta, and for the rest of the guild too, probably, as they were watching the happy couple indulge...Quinn would probably wish they got a room, but despite their gagging, they'd enjoy the peace and quiet of the "fireworks" as well.

#💙🌹 blue rose (baptiste)#❄️🦊 eira (self insert)#kermitwriting #ok 2 reblog #ask to tag #im sorry if this is like the most incoherent inconsistent mess onthe planet #i literaly wrote liek 1.5k words of it in the past 3 ghours happy hyear

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| The Mafia | ~ Part 5 ~

Genre: Mafia Au, Fanfiction

Pairing: N/A

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Synopsis ~ y/n was just living her life, but when she ran into troubles of her past, she found herself being auctioned off to a mafia named Ateez. Within her time, she soon finds another whom she knows...

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I understood that because I wouldn't want to be left alone anyway. "All of us will be watching over you, and one of us will be by your side the entire time." Yeosang pitched in, nodding at everyone in confirmation. A chorus of agreement went around the room, and I smiled lightly. "You have to wear a black dress though, because that's our color." San said, making me chuckle. "I understand." I said, getting up. "Well, let's all get ready, so we can leave." Hongjoong said, clapping his hands together. I started going upstairs, but decided to go raid the kitchen for a snack. As I made it there, I went straight to the pantry, opening the door to a paradise of snacks. I gawked at the sight of all the snacks and treats, zoning out of reality. However, I was soon brought back to it as I rushed forward, grabbing everything I could fit in my pockets and arms. I ran out the kitchen, stopping at the door to make sure the coast was clear. When I saw nobody, I dashed for the stairs, running all the way up until I bumped into someone turning the corner. I yelped out, grabbing ahold of my snacks to not drop anything.

However, a bag of chips fell, but I kicked it up with my foot, catching it in my arms. San stood there impressed, chuckling a little bit. "What do we have here?" He teased, crossing his arms. "Um, nothing." I smiled brightly. "I won't tell if you can forgive Wooyoung." He said, and I nodded. "Forgiven and forgotten, bye now!" I smiled, running off to my room. "I'm serious, y/n!" San chuckled, shaking his head at my childish antics. I got into my room, noticing something on my bed. I went over to it, seeing a matte black dress, along with a pair of heels. I gently set all the snacks down beside it, looking at the note; 'A pretty dress for a pretty gal.' I laughed out, holding the dress up to my body. I went to the bathroom, putting on a deep red lipstick, mascara, and perfume that was on the counter. I went back to the dress, slipping it on. However, I couldn't reach the zipper, and groaned out. "Need help?" Wooyoung asked, making me turn around. "Yes please." I said, turning back around. I moved my hair out of the way, feeling him zip the dress up. "You dropped this at the waterfall." He said, handing me my butterfly necklace.

I gently grabbed it, smiling slightly. I held it up, turning my head a little. "Can you?" I asked, and he smiled. "Of course." He whispered, taking it and placing it on my neck, clasping the clasp. I turned around, staring at him. "You look beautiful." He said, and I chucked. "Thank you. You clean up well yourself, if you could tie a bow." I joked, and he chuckled, shaking his head. "You caught me." He said as I fixed his bow, and the collar of his jacket. "y/n, I'm sorry for being a dick to you. You didn't ask for any of this." He said, and I smiled. "Forgive and forget, right?" I said, and he smiled. "Though, you do that again, and I won't hesitate to beat the shit out of you." I smiled, patting his chest. "Yes, ma'am." He said, and I smiled. "Let's get going, yeah?" He asked, holding his arm out. I nodded, linking my arm with his. We walked downstairs to where everyone was gathered by the front door. "Ready?" Hongjoong asked, and we both nodded.

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Pulling up to the party, I could already smell the alcohol and drugs from inside the car. "Oh, god." I said, shaking my head in disgust. "Hey, it'll be okay." San said comfortingly from in front of me, patting my knee. "Yeah. One of us will be sticking by your side while the rest of us watch over you." Hongjoong comforted, and I nodded. "Ready?" Wooyoung asked from my side and I nodded. Everyone piled out, and Wooyoung held his hand out for me, and I gently took it, stepping out of the car. I heard a bunch of gasps and murmurs, but I hid my anxiety, keeping my head up. "Just keep it high." Wooyoung whispered to me, squeezing my hand. I smiled, nodding my head.

As we entered, it was quite fancy. There were servers with trays of champagne walking around, and tables of snacks and food to the sides. Wooyoung pulled me with him to the center. As we passed a crowd of people, I noticed a familiar face and froze. Wooyoung stopped, looking back at me. "What is it?" He asked, following my line of sight. "M-my father." I whispered. As if on que, my father looked at me, shocked at first, but then smirking while whispering to another person beside him. "Let's go." Wooyoung pulled me along, but I was focusing on the fact that a bunch of people were now walking in our direction, and ultimately surrounding us.

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y/n's dress and shoes

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mlmxreader · 2 years

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I Spoil It All By Saying Somethin' Stupid Like I Love You | Officer K x m!reader

Anonymous asked: Hehe prompt time

"After everything, I don't think I'm ready to be alone again"

Some with Officer K x male reader and Some with Six x male reader maybe through a kenobi x male reader in there if you feel like it. I need more bedtime stories please 🏎

summary: it's a long night, bad shit happens nearly constantly but at least there's always something to look forward to when K comes home.

tws: swearing, smoking, alcohol consumption

Relationships between Humans and Replicants weren’t exactly uncommon, but that still didn’t stop you from sighing and wishing things were different when you came home every day to find the door plastered and painted with some sort of insult; “skinjob fucker” seemed to be the most common of them all. You could have sworn, you spent more time scrubbing the damn door than you did doing anything else when you got home, but when he walked in, it suddenly all became worth it. Tall, blue eyes, quiet, hardly ever smiled, smoked too many cigarettes. KD9-3.7. Officer K. Your K. A blade runner. When he walked in, dishevelled and tired and with holes in his t-shirt, synthetic blood everywhere and cuts littering his skin, suddenly every fucking insult on the door didn’t mean shit, suddenly, you didn’t give a fuck.

Tonight was no different, you were waiting for him to come home, a quick shower and stripping down to just boxers and a shirt had saved you from getting covered in sweat at least, after hours spent scrubbing the front door you were actually surprised you had not ended up passing out; you perked up when you heard the door go, a small smile on your face as you waited eagerly. You couldn’t help but to grin when K came in, shrugging his coat off and hanging it up; he didn’t look too bad this evening, there wasn’t a lot of damage to him or to his shirt. But he looked hanging, he looked like he was absolutely shattered. At least you didn’t need to repair any synthetic flesh, though, and at least you weren’t stuck with spending all night sewing shirts.

He said nothing, coming to sit beside you and putting his feet up on the table, daring to look at you with a slight smile. “How was your night?”

“I had to scrub the door again,” you told him, shaking your head and biting at the inside of your lip. You tilted your head back, and put your hand out, daring to laugh softly when he slapped a packet of cigarettes against your palm. “We had skinner fucker tonight…”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, lighting two cigarettes and passing one to him. “At least it makes a difference from skinjob fucker, I s’pose… how was work? You retire anyone interesting?”

K shook his head, taking a long drag from the cigarette and sighing heavily. “Just some old models.”

“That all?” You hummed, raising a brow.

K nodded, getting up and fixing himself a glass of whisky, he knocked it back and poured himself another. “Put some music on.”

You nodded, going over to the little console and flicking through what music was available; the choice was between a multitude of genres and artists, but you chose Frank Sinatra, and you smiled when the sound of your favourite song by him echoed throughout the thin walls.

I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me and if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me, and afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two and then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you". I can see it in your eyes that you despise the same old lies you heard the night before and though it's just a line to you, for me it's true and never seemed so right before.

K smiled a little to himself as he stubbed out his and yours cigarettes, starting to relax as he settled down on the bed, tugging his shirt off and flinging it to the side; he was built to perfection, if you were honest. He had muscle, but he didn't look like the actors you saw in the street when you walked past shops; no six pack, his stomach hung over his belt a little bit; you couldn't help but to look him up and down as you licked your lips. Replicants weren't afforded a lot of memories, especially not in the blade runner profession, but he was allowed to remember when he had met you and he had heard that song playing quietly in the pub.

He was allowed to remember how handsome you had looked, and how he had been so cool and collected when he had asked you if he could buy you a drink; he had never seen a man so fucking handsome as you before, and even now, you were still the most handsome man he had ever laid eyes on. He leaned back a little, spreading his legs and swallowing thickly when you straddled him and traced his stubbled jaw so gently.

“Be careful when you're out there tomorrow,” you whispered softly, the feeling of your breath on his lips making him swallow thickly as you put your hands on his bare shoulders. “After everything, I don't think I'm ready to be alone again.”

Slowly and gently, K wrapped his arms around your waist, nodding slowly as he let out a shaky breath. “I will.”

“You better,” you told him softly. “I didn't scrub that damn door all night just to lose the one goddamn good thing in my life.”

K smiled, closing his eyes when you gently raked your hand through his hair, leaning into the soft touch as he sighed; that's what he always looked forward to about coming home the most, not the Frank Sinatra songs, not the cheap whisky that hit hard and fast, not the comfort, it was the gentle touches of his boyfriend. The gentle touches that made him think, if only for a split second, he might have been more human than he had originally been built.

You smiled, your hand coming to rest at the nape of his neck as you dared to lean in, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss; he felt so real, his grip on your waist tightening as he kissed you back, soon enough reaching up to rest his hand at the base of your throat. You let him take control, let him bring his hand up a little more and let him slip his tongue between your lips. Fuck, he felt so goddamn real. He didn't feel like a synthetic being, he didn't feel like a replicant, he felt human. When he kissed you like that, all you could think of was how you never wanted it to end.

He didn't take long, pushing you onto your back without breaking the kiss, your breath tangling with his as he applied just a little bit of pressure to your throat, just enough to make you moan and shudder as you eagerly tried to pull him closer and closer and closer. It wasn't getting any rougher or quicker, K was a controlled man, and when he kissed you, he managed to keep that control, keeping the pace nice and slow and soft, letting you moan his name under your breath as the kiss became open mouthed and breathy.

He broke away, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and clearing his throat. “Next time, I'll scrub the door.”

“No, you won't,” you told him softly. “It's my job. You just have to come home.”

K grumbled, licking his lips and getting up, unbuckling his belt and tugging it from the loops before putting it in its rightful place; he undid his trousers, knowing that you were studying him. Checking out his back and the curve of his ass until he turned to you and cleared his throat.

“What next?”

You grinned. “Well, I was about to spoil it all and say somethin' stupid like I love you.”

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"Show me yours, I'll show you mine." ( rise!Leosagi. Clearly drunk Leo trying to get it u-u likehesneverseenitbefore xD I'd say I'm sorry but I'm really not :'3 )

| Muse interaction

Usagi just stood a little dumbfounded when Donatello showed up with Leonardo, A drunk Leonardo at that. Sure Usagi could smell the alcohol first before opening the door but seeing the source was from them that was a bit of a surprise. He was pretty sure Leo didn't drink after all? Arms quick to lift out when Donatello nearly enough threw his twin at the rabbit, stating they were trading for the night. Not wanting to deal with Leo well mumbling something about keeping Leo somewhere safe in the meantime. Safe? Safe from what? Usagi didn't get much chance to ask anything before they left leaving the hare with his boyfriend. Usagi slightly shifted his hold on them and looked at them. Recoiling from the smell hanging on the turtle.

"Hamato what trouble did you get yourself into now?" he asks, letting his nose twitch. The rabbit sighs but gives a bend in his knees so he can sweep Leos's legs up, to hang over his arms. Holding the turtle up off the ground, it was going to be easier to carry them. Leaning a little to sniff them again before recoiling once more, they had to have had a lot to be this far out of it, but it was so bad Usagi could nearly make out Leo's own scent. Sighing as he narrowed his eyes at the turtle fixing them with a look. "You're an idiot." He tells them sighing after "You are my idiot though so I'll still take care of you." turning around and heading further into his apartment with the turtle.

"I can't believe you though, I know you're a stupid idiot but did you truly not think through your actions here? Where did you even go to get drunk like this? did you know you were drinking? Why didn't you tell someone where you were? We're you alone in fact?" The rabbit started off on a bit of a rant quizzing the turtle as he just glared at them. He didn't get an answer, of course, all he knew was Leo was drunk ad unsure of the details. "You know I'm starting to think you just have very dumb luck at this point Hamato." The rabbit says huffing a bit. He was a little annoyed that Leo got himself into this mess in the first place. Not hearing to think of what could have happened to them if they didn't make it home first. "Next time you feel like drinking at least tell me I'll go with you in the least make sure you not drinking awful stuff and to keep your ass in line."

Quirking his lips as he soon drops the glare "Lecturing you right now dose nothing, I'll give you an ear full once your sober though. Oh and you best believe you're losing petting privileges for two whole days. For your stunt tonight." Though he'll have to remind them won't he? reaching his bed room he opts to leave the light off as he makes his way in, foot tapping the door to close it, out of habit. Before he went to set them on the bed, looking them over a moment as he went to undo the buckle on the blue sash that strapped their Odachi's to their back. "here lets get this off so you can at least lie down comfortably."

"Show me yours, I'll show you mine."

Usagi, paused a moment it didn't take much to know what they meant just now, face grew warm for a moment before the rabbit gritted his teeth.

"You haven't said a single thing but when you do it's that!?" he said it flatly before rolling his eyes. "I'm not trying to do that idiot, just trying to get your swords off so you can lie down comfortably idiot! oh and don't think sweet talking me will get you on my good side again Hamato" and the flame on his temper was lit again. Continuing to remove the belt, moving it off them along with their swords setting them down to off to the side of his bed. Before he went to climb on to the bed with them. "You'll be lucky to get any from me any time soon anyway." He scolded on yet despite the harsh tone he takes them by their shoulders and easily lies them down on the bed, making sure they are on their side. "I know I'm hard to resist but do try," he slightly smirks a bit to himself over that looking them over before his face falls flat again "and don't vomit on my bed." he goes on to warns.

Soon moving to lie down beside them, it might be stupid on his part but he still moves to set an arm on to their shell tugging them over leading their face to rest against his chest. Gently rubbing small circles over their shell. Just feeling over the hard texture, drawing random shapes along it lost in his own thought as he slightly lowers his head to help tuck the turtle in against himself, soft kiss planted to the top of their head. "I'll be nice for now I'll lecture you in the morning, lucky for you I know some good hang over remedies." a smile tugs on his lips now as he just holds them close to himself. "Maybe this isn't all that bad get you all to myself now right?"

#muse| miyamoto usagi #forthehonorandtheglory #[ my biggest distraction my greatest strength forthehonorandtheglory]#muse interactions #stay qeued #((Leo gonna stay in bed now boyfriend wont let him leave side if he dose he'll miss out on the cuddles uwu and smooches uwu))

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ENTRY #4

GALENTINES 2024 *Late Upload

Okay, so you guys turned into adults. You guys went from being 18 to all of a sudden turning 25 this year. From due papers to due bills, from all-day-every-day meetings to annual get-togethers, from experiencing life together to making life updates... no one knew being an adult would come this fast and would hit us like a ton of bricks.

My friends and I are very close. Even if we all don't get to talk on the daily, nothing really changes. We all might be going through different things in the span of a few weeks to a few months, but once we all *finally* sync our schedules and catch up with everything, it's like no time has passed at all.

I guess I'll be mentioning my friends a lot in these entries, so don't worry you guys will have plenty of time to get to know them. I'll make a separate entry for them and make detailed accounts of how they are, how I perceive them, what roles they play in my life, and overall how great they are as friends and as individual people.

So last February 25, my friends and I had a *very* late Galentines Day celebration. I believe you guys already know that GALENTINES is a spin on the words: Gal and Valentine's, which is really just a cute excuse to go on a date with your girl-friends.

Since my friends and I are really busy people (we've all been workaholics since College, maybe even longer than that), it's extra hard to schedule a meeting where everyone can take time off of work or have a free slot in their personal sched to do other things. So for the past few years, we usually end up having an annual meet-up where everyone is free. Unfortunately for this year though, Regina (or Baddie/Reggie as I call her) wasn't able to attend because she had a schedule with the DFA to get her passport ready for an important work trip abroad. And so, it was just me, Kayla (or Lulu as we call her), Alliah (or Patty/Alli), and Gayle (or Gayley).

Now that we have their nicknames in order, you guys won't confuse them for other people HAHAHAHA. Okay so back to the story —last Feb 25, we *finally* met up in Makati and I was extremely late for our date. So just a little backstory, at the last minute I had to go back to our province in Laguna for the weekend to spend time with the family and so, I had to find a way to get back in the Metro by Sunday at around lunchtime. We all planned to meet up around 1 pm, and I initially planned to leave Laguna by 8 (it would take me 2 and a half hours to reach my dormitory, and another 2 hours to get ready for the date), but unfortunately, my family had different plans and decided to take me to Manila themselves.

We left by 11 am and there was crazy traffic that day. I was incredibly frustrated (when we left I hadn't even taken a shower or eaten yet) because I knew that I'd be super late and I'd be making my friends wait for me. So when I got to my dormitory, I had to rush so much. And the thing was, the universe wasn't on my side that day.

*Insert Zoey in stress mode*

The first issue was that I had to clean my room first before I could begin preparing because I could not function in a messy environment. I don't know what it is but I just cannot ~for the life of me~ get myself together when things are untidy and unorganized. And since I left at the last minute before the weekend, my room was in complete chaos. I had to fix that first by sweeping the floors and disinfecting them with alcohol, then by organizing the clutter and putting things back where they were supposed to be (It took me almost 45 minutes to clean everything).

And then I had to find an outfit that matched the theme of the Galentines Date which was Black and Red. Again, this took me so long but at last, I went with a simple Black crop top that had "New York" plastered in front of it, some Black skort, a Red Timberland Hooded Puffer Jacket, and a pair of Red Guess sneakers.

When I finally decided what to wear and finished ironing it, I ran to the bathroom to get a quick shower and proceeded to do my skincare and my makeup, then afterward I fixed my hair. By the time that I was finished, it was already 3 pm. So I booked a Grab to go to Makati, and when I was maybe 20 minutes away (from the dorm), I realized I had forgotten my gift! GRABE! I was already pressed with time and I forgot something important pa! You'd expect me to be really upset at this point (and you were right). So I had to go all the way back to the dorm and then leave for Makati again.

While I was in transit, I messaged them and they were already done eating brunch and started roaming around. Of course, I felt awful that I had missed most of the Galentines Date, but I was more upset at the fact that I had to make them wait for so long. When I reached Makati, they told me to meet up in Greenbelt and I finally caught up to them at the Power Mac Center.

When I saw them, we all squealed and hugged each other. Kasi to be perfectly honest, super duper busy talaga kami and we rarely have the time to see each other in person, so every time we did, it was just this beautiful happy moment. Gayley gave us these crocheted flowers and mine was this super pretty Sunflower <3 (I loved it, thanks Gayle!)

After this, we were trying to decide where to go next because they already had brunch but I was still really hungry (kasi nga paano ba ako makakakain sa mga nangyari HAHAHA), so after walking around for a long time, we just ended up at Chili's lol. When we got to our table, we wasted no time and just made so much chika. When I say so much chika, I mean like SOOOOO MUCH chika (months' worth of stories, plans, and tea ;) hahaha).

We talked about a lot of things. Lulu gave us so many life updates and it was news to me that the baby girl of the group was already talking to someone. I know magkaka-age naman kami pero kasi she's literally the purest, most innocent, wholesome being you'd ever meet, and as you may have guessed, yes, NBSB sya. (Sorry for putting your business out there love you haha). We were really happy for her as she's trying to figure out how she wants to go about this whole dating thing.

Patty naman also shared stories about her work life, how she's still enjoying the party scene, and exploring her options. We're on the same page when it comes to dating. We would like to enjoy the "Single Life" and experience things on our own. I mean it is nice to have someone accompany you and make memories with you but there's a certain beauty to enjoying life on your own and figuring things out as you go. We still have a lot of "discovering" to do before we get into the dating game. And it was refreshing to hear Patty say she's just having fun and seeing where things take her. Because much like her, I'd like to take this period of my life to get to know myself more and just see what life has to offer.

Now, with Gayley naman, it's a little different. She's been in a long stable relationship with Neil for years. (He's our friend too and he's also like family). We're very fond of Neil and we all think that they're good for each other. We've known Neil since freshmen year in College, and he's a real standup guy. We see how respectful and how much of a gentleman he is, especially towards Gayle. (We love Neil in this house lol) He was also one of those people who had my back when I was in a really rough situation. Anyway, going back, she told us about her plans for the coming months including trips to Japan and Taiwan. We tried to set another get-together but the next schedule available for us is after May pa (Sabi sainyo eh mahirap magschedule sa amin haha).

We all talked some more (of course I can't tell you guys everything in detail) and I also shared personal stuff like things that happened after Nathan passed, things that happened at work, my plans for the coming months, etc. I didn't really have much to share with them because I just went through a lot over the past few months, and I didn't want to be a Debbie Downer. So after we finished eating we all went to take Lulu to the station because she was rushing to catch the Sunday Mass in Muntinlupa.

*And dahil late ako, siyempre wala ako jan haha*

After Lulu took off, we all went to a coffee shop to talk some more and we all wanted to try new hobbies like pottery and golf among other things. For those of you who don't know, I like taking classes and workshops on different things. If it were up to me, I'd hyperfixate on one hobby for a whole month and attempt to learn everything I could about that thing, and then try another hobby for the next month, and the cycle repeats. Thankfully, my friends are like that too and are more than willing to accompany me but like I said previously it's just not that easy to get us all together in one place because our schedules are always very hectic.

It was almost 7 pm when we decided to head home because we all had work the day after and siyempre dahil tumatanda na rin tayo, gusto palagi na pauwi na HAHAHAHA. So we said our goodbyes, and then Gayle and I shared a Grab kasi we're headed in the same direction pauwi. And when I dropped Gayle off, I started having all these realizations while I was on my way home.

It hit me hard when I realized that we've been out of school since 2021. Regina and I finished school ahead of Gayle, Kayla, and Alliah because they were from different courses (Although both courses were under Communication Arts) but we all shared the same graduation ceremony way back in 2022. While I was reminiscing and getting emotional over the fact that time was passing by us quickly, I was reminded by Kuya Driver that we had arrived at my destination. So I hurriedly paid Kuya and got out of the car, and as I was walking to my room I had this bittersweet feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Tumatanda na nga kami" I said to myself as mom opened the door. She asked me how the Galentines thing went, and I told her I had fun and that I missed the girls. After telling her stories, I prepared to go to bed. After cleaning up and doing my skincare, I plopped on my bed and went on my phone to see if everyone got home safely. And that was when I opened my gallery to look at this album entitled "College Memories", and I reminisced some more until I fell asleep.

I am filled with so much gratitude toward these girls because they have been with me through the highs and lows, and even when we don't regularly see each other and talk, it's like nothing changed. They are the same people that I loved since College, it's just that we're all on different paths now but still very much a part of each others' lives. While times might have changed our routines, and we may not share the same reality anymore, it's still exciting to see what's in store for us and our futures. (Waiting na po ako kung sinong unang ikakasal haha #ReadyToBeABridesmaid).

I guess that's it for the girls' Galentines Date this year. I'll be making a separate entry about the girls in detail and the whole adulting thing.

Now, if you reached this point, CONGRATULATIONS! That was a really long read lol I appreciate you for seeing it all the way through <3 here's a star for your effort!

*CTTO of the images in this blog post.

Good night everyone, till our next entry~

Love,

Zoey from the 8th floor

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