#so i kinda went poof for a while. i came back. but then oh fucking wait... eclipse is coming!!! bleh. that was bad.

[supahstarrr]

seeing deviantart being bullied and burnt was genuinely pretty fucking funny. deviantart has been disappointing for a long while, and even more disappointing when it switched to eclipse. even during my times on the older layout, i still had some beefs with deviantart. but eclipse, and now this update - no matter if they've reupdated their update to tame the people holding the torches - has completely ruined deviantart for me.

to me, deviantart has been ruined for a while. to uncensored fetish art, to the annoying lack of care to people without core (even when i had core), to deviantart doing a "deviantart protection" tool for only core members & more. and then eclipse. as someone who was on deviantart for few years, i can surely say that DA has been dead (half exaggeration) for a while - the impact the eclipse had on the userbase was surely surreal. the amounts of viewers and faves that had drop on many people's artwork. the amounts of groups that has been inactive or extremely slow with letting others post submissions after a folder limit, to the point specific fanart would be harder to gain traction because of the specific fandom groups being dead/semi-active.

deviantart has been so close to tripping over the edge, and you can desperately see its trying to stand straight. it stings my heart. but not only because i hold some emotional attachment to the website, but because social media has been hitting their artists with a spikey bat for a long time. we can't just forget to mention that deviantart is just that one website.

there's a big key that makes its presence so unique to the point it can be hard to let go: professionals or hobbyists, artists with different skill levels, fanarts or original artists, many artists making simple-detailed or extremely-detailed art -- deviantart offered more opportunities for different types of artists to get popular more than social medias like insta and twitter. pixiv, furaffinity, and more could've easily replaced deviantart, but deviantart had stayed on top (and will continue to stay on top for a while) because its definition of "specific art you need to make for a presence, popularity, money" is more ranged than other websites - and offers more hype for various of artists or various of things to draw.

don't get me wrong, deviantart has its flaws that can fuck up artists as well. deviantart wasn't the perfect fucking heaven for every artist - and it certainly still isn't now. i'm an old user so deviantart could be transitioning to become like any other website right now and is being biased about specific artstyles/art. but i just can't deny deviantart's impact and that deviantart is pretty unique. and i hope one day, an art website that could have more mercy on artists gets launched.

#deviantart #i didn't have the BEST time on deviantart. i did before but then i felt as if i was stuck focusing on one fandom. i wasn't all that popular #i really hope anyone isn't offended. this is not meant to be a poor attempt at a ''flex'' #i had hundred followers. i wasn't the greatest artist ofc. though i was one that was slowly improving. the fact people took a chance on me #just felt so validating and urged me to learn more about art. the fact i looked at many types of artists being hyped- gave me some hope #though sadly there were many times my 'hope' was overshadowed by negativity since i felt like my followers didn't care about me and #life was getting so fucking rough man. and my followers didn't care for any other content except for that one... fandom. #so i kinda went poof for a while. i came back. but then oh fucking wait... eclipse is coming!!! bleh. that was bad. #but yeah my point is that deviantart was a pretty good web that offered some more freedom and *less* pressure than other sites #another big point of mines is that. leaving deviantart WASN'T just bc of the AI update. and its been failing for a long while

[xoxo-bunnydumpling]

My son has a band competition this coming up week, state championship. He was really nervous today, got tired of being nervous, and asked me if I've ever fucked up.

Oh boy.

So I decided to tell him about the time I just kinda made shit up at a Shakespeare festival. What had happened was...when we moved back to California from [redacted] we moved to a city with a performing arts school. Public, no tuition, but you had to audition. I'd been drumming a while and thought I wanted to do that 5ever, so even though my mother had sold my drums to put a down payment on our apartment I rocked my little ass down there on a city bus after not practicing at all for several months and auditioned for the music program.

I got accepted, somehow, and they put me in the jazz band. After my first semester, I don't remember what happened but the jazz guy left and we were put into concert band which I struggled with a ton. See...jazz guy was teaching us to read music, the other guy expected us to already know. I still don't know how, because I beefed with this guy so so completely, and he with me, that I left the program. My only other choices for "major" were theatre and visual arts so I went for theatre because I incorrectly assumed it was easier.

I wasn't supposed to go to Shakespeare fest as a freshman. That was a senior thing, but not enough seniors wanted to go that year. So they kinda just started asking people "hey kid, wanna learn Shakespeare?" And I did because the trip was a whole weekend away from my shitty living situation.

I'm pretty good at memorizing things. We had a whole month, surely that's enough time with rehearsals and whatnot.

As it turns out, it might not be. I'm on stage, in the gorram fuck middle of a monologue and my brain goes poof. I was given some advice for in case that happened..."riff your way back" and so I tried to. I tried so hard to get back on course and it was not happening at all so I'm up there sweatin' like three bitches just making shit up.

Shakespeare isn't really a make shit up kinda vibe.

It was awful.

So terrible.

My god I can still feel the embarrassment in my soul.

I threw up after.

I told him all this, and he looked at me and said "shoulda stayed in band, dude."

Yeahhhh, probably.

The thing with that is, someone was an asshole. They told me, "there's no way you're gonna make it here. You're not one of us and you're not an actor. You should just go back to normie school."

And so I decided to stay in theatre after jazz guy came back. I did everything I had time for and some stuff I didn't. I auditioned for shows I didn't even want to be in so that person would see me every single time and when I beat them to a role they assumed they'd get because they were an actor and I wasn't it was the best day of my petty little life.

Am I an actor now? No. Am I still petty? Hell yeah. I see kids in my son's band neg him for not having played music since birth, etc all the time. But he's made it to the FUCKING STATE CHAMPIONSHIPS because he's amazing and also because being petty is apparently genetic. He could have left for sports, he's good at that too, but I know he stays because he loves it and also to let them know he won't be ran off.

However this competition goes, I'm proud of him...and if he fucks up like he's afraid he'll do, then it just be like that sometimes.

[rosiehrs]

hourglass | jisoo

group ; blackpink 

genre ; slight fluff, angst

au ; highschool! au, soulmates! au

pairing ; student!jisoo / fem!reader

summary ; jisoo's soulmate turned out to be the last person she wanted and she had to face the consequences.

warnings ; death, slight mention of incest, swearing

a/n ; originally posted on my wp! one of my fav works hehe, also just something to feed you guys while i complete the requests!! hope u like it as much as i do, not proofread x

word count ; 5.4k

hourglass. we all get an hourglass when we reach 18,, the hour glass doesn't just last for an hour, it ends when you meet your soulmate. we all have a mark, a birthmark, if you will ; whenever your hourglass runs out, your birthmark stings and slightly glows.

my 18th birthday was just one week away. that's all i thought about during the first 20 minutes of me waking up.

"bae y/n! hurry the fuck up and get out of bed before i drag you by your teeth." my sister, bae joohyun or irene, said from the living room. "ugh, fine!" i replied, getting out of the covers. i brushed my hair and quickly got changed into my uniform. i then ran downstairs to see my older sister in the living room. "your breakfast is in the kitchen, now hurry up before we're both late." she said, watching tv. i nodded and walked into the kitchen, seeing a plate full of pancakes. i punched the air in happiness and started digging in.

—

irene and i walked into school together, talking about our upcoming exams. she looked up and saw her friend group, "ayt, kiddo. i'm gonna leave you now, don't get into trouble or i'll rip your hair out." she said in a sweet tone, kissing the side of my head. she then walked away, leaving me dumbfounded. i blinked a few times before going to find my friends, "how the actual hell is she my sister.." i mumbled to myself.

"hey hoes!" you greeted your friends, jumping on lisa's lap. "hey, y/n~" they replied. "what's going on today? anything spicy?"

"fuck yeah, chanyeol and seungwan's hourglass ran out and their marks glowed. then seungwan full on slapped his hourglass out of his hand. the shit broke and now,, no soulmates for them! man, i wonder which one of them dies.." namjoon said, gesturing. my eyes widened, "wait– what? what do you mean?" they all laughed at me, "awh, y/n's still a baby. when your hourglass gets broken on purpose by your own soulmate, then poof, you won't have a soulmate." jaehyun explained. "oh! and one of them dies. most likely," chaeyeon continued, excitedly.

"i- diES??" i asked. "yes, y/n, dies." lisa said, holding your waist. "hoLD THE FUCK UP, SINCE WHEN? AND HOW ARE YA'LL SO CHILL ABOUT THIS??" i asked, freaking out. they shrugged, "meh, i mean, we all die some day?" yoongi replied, chewing on his food. "bRUH, one of them is about to fuCKING DIE! they're like my best friends too, you know!"

"welp, go and.. spend time with them then, i don't know–" the bell rang and they all scattered to class. lisa and i sat there, me still trying to process everything. "y/n/n, you good?"

"lisa, i'm so gonna die." i said, blankly, making her laugh. "oh shut up, i bet you and your soulmate will live happily every after, now come on." she stood up and held her hand out for me, i grabbed it and we walked to science class. lisa and i were babbling on about the other things about soulmates until someone bumped into me.

"dude, watch where the fuck you're go– y/n, y/n, y/n. what a surprise, being a clumsy ass all the time." jisoo smiled, making me roll my eyes. "for your information, you were the one who bumped into me?" i replied, making her scoff. "talking back? kinda new from the bae y/n, what made you–"

"jisoo, stop. she doesn't have time to deal with your bullshit." lisa said, cutting her off. "come on, lisa. we're just having some fun, right, y/n?" she replied, shoving me. "ayt, that's it–" i was about to jump her until lisa pulled me back and our discipline teacher, ms choi came around the corner. "miss bae, miss kim. are you two really doing this again?"

"i- miss choi, i was just messing around with y/n, but she was being a sensitive brat and started to jump at me–" miss choi, sighed. "can you two stay away from each other for a while? it's only monday and i really don't have the energy to deal with you two right now."

the three of us bowed as she walked away. "that's it, bae. it's simple, stay away from me and we both get out of trouble." jisoo smiled. "i hate you so much, kim." i replied, making her giggle. "trust me, y/n. if i told you i hated you with everything in me, that would still be an understatement." she walked into class while i stood there, pissed. "brUH, WHY THE FUCK DOES SHE EXIST–" lisa shushed you, "be quiet and calm down, okay?"

"how the actual fuck am i supposed to calm down? she's so fucking annoying and ugh!" i complained. "y/n, hush. you can be just as annoying" i scoffed at her, "hOW? ME? AS ANNOYING AS KIM JISOO? pFFT YOU'RE FUNNY" she rolled her eyes at me as we walked in the classroom.

jisoo and i had quite a lot of history with each other. our parents were good friends, which resulted in both of our families spending a lot of time with each other. having dinners, having to sleepover at jisoo's house, her having to sleepover at my house, and just everything. but jisoo and i never got along, we would always quarrel and yell at each other. i tried my best to be friendly with her as our parents really wanted the two of us to get along. but the older girl made it so hard for me. she'd tease me, hurt me, make fun of me and would just be a whole brat.

unfortunately, the devil herself was seated behind me, so we spent the whole lesson bickering and dissing each other. "bruh~ can you like shut up for like 5 minutes?" i asked, making her flick the back of my head. "i should be saying the same to you, asshole."

—— no one's pov

"when are you gonna stop lying to yourself, unnie?" jennie asked jisoo as she was eating her lunch. "lying? about what?" she replied, her mouth full of food. "you. you like y/n," jennie continued, making jisoo choke on her food. "okay, i'm sorry, wHAT- aRE YOU STUPID? I'D NEVER LIKE THAT RAT, SHE'S DISGUSTING, BROKE, UNHYGIENIC, UG-"

"you're being too defensive, it's obvious now. you have feelings for bae y/n." seokjin teased, wiping his mouth. "i don't know how i'm friends with you idiots, i do not like bae y/n. in fact, i despise her. hate her, even. she's such a brat and if you think i'd have feelings for someone like her, you're stupid. my standards are not that low, got it?"

they all rolled their eyes, shaking their head. "what ever you say, noona, whatever you say." johnny replies.

"we were born the same year, why are you calling me noona-"

the bell rang and they all scattered off to class. "unnie, do you have your hourglass yet?" rosé asked, making jisoo nod. "i'm a year older than you, i'm already 19, kiddo." chaeyoung squinted her eyes, "so you've been waiting to meet your soulmate for over a year? yikes," jisoo smacked her head, "oh be quiet, i'm sure i'll meet them soon."

"who do you think it's gonna be?" chaeng asked. "do you think i know? there's over 7 billion people on this earth, how am i supposed to take a hunch and guess who it is?" jisoo replies, making rosé hold her hands up. "okay, okay, jeez, calm down~"

"see you after class, weirdo" the younger girl said, walking into her classroom. jisoo continued walking and saw you. she decided it was a good idea to fuck around with you a little, so she walked behind you and pinched your waist. you jumped in pain and turned around, "dude, what the fuck?"

jisoo smiled, bitterly before walking into the classroom. you groaned and did the same thing. you were walking to your seat until jaehyun stopped you and grabbed your wrist, "y/n/n, you turn 18 in 2 days, correct?" he asked, making you nod. "yes? why~?"

"hourglass." he simply replied and winked, before letting your wrist go. you looked at him weirdly and laughed. you got to your seat and glared at jisoo. you sat down and immediately got bothered by her. "jesus, when will you stop?!"

⌨︎︎ one day after

the day went by and the both of you hated each other even more.

thooouughhhhh, you do have a soft spot for the so-called brat. as much as you wanted to deny it, she was gorgeous and at times could be nice.

the day of school ended and you and your friends went over to your house to celebrate your 18th birthday. "y/n's gonna get her hourglass in exactly 7 hours, holy shit." jaehyun said, being dramatic. "oh, shut up." all 6 of you went over to your house, with their stuff to sleepover. "ayt, 6 hours and 35 minutes." jaehyun said, looking at his watch. "jUNG JAEHYUN, SHUT UP. I GET IT" you said pretending to cry. the others laughed, patting your back.

in the house with you, were

lisa, jaehyun, namjoon, chaeyeon and yoongi.

"okay we're gonna go downstairs, stay here for everlasting life." lisa, chaeyeon and yoongi ran downstairs leaving you with joon and jaeyuk.

"i have a feeling y/n's soulmate's gonna be a gORL" jaehyun said out of nowhere. "i- why so suddenly?" you asked, pretending to cry again. "i don't know, man. you kinda gay." he continued.

"okay, it's official. i'm disowning jaehyun." you said, sitting away from him. namjoon stood up and sat back down next to you, "i'm with you on that"

"i'm- come on, dudes! y/n is kinda gay."

"no you"

mEaNwHiLe~

chaeyeon, lisa and yoongi were attempting to bake a cake for y/n. notice how i said attempting.

"uhh.. 5 1/4 cups of flour." lisa said, staring at her phone and pouring the flour in the bowl.

"you mean 2?" yoongi asked.

"huh?"

"2 1/4 cups of flour." he replied.

"oh.. well shit."

"LISA-"

"i'M SORRY, I THOUGHT-"

"iDIOT"

"YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME SOONER-"

"ladies, ladies! let's settle this in an orderly manner, alright?" chaeyeon said, holding them both back. "did you just call me a lady-"

"yOU DILDOS, ITS CHAOS DOWN HERE. HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GEt yOUR SHIT TOGETHER! Y/N IS SUFFERING WITH JAEHYUN, SPARE HER" namjoon shouted, scolding them.

"SIR, YES, SIR!" they all shouted in unison, saluting. "that's better, now get to work!" namjoon ran back upstairs, going into your room. "back~ they just needed some adjustments."

"what are they doing anyways?" you asked. "honestly, i have no clue. but you'll find out later."

"wow, okay-"

"hm, yeah, definitely gay."

"jaehyun, if you call me gay one more time, i will slap the remaining brain cells out of your brain."

"the birthday girl is being so aggressive, sheesh." jaehyun said, shaking his head. "you two are kids, my god"

——

"5 MINUTES! 5 FUCKING MINUTES!" jaehyun yelled, making all of you laugh. you spent the last few hours bickering and playing games with your friends. lisa, yoongi and chaeyeon ran back downstairs as the clock was about to turn 12.

they came back with a cake, surprising you. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1, haPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!" they yelled, making you smile widely. "bLOW, mAKE A WISH." you closed your eyes and made a wish.

'i wish to be able to live a happy life with my soulmate.'

*blow*

"YAY!"

^dING DONG*

"tHATS HER HOURGLASS" jaehyun screamed. "gET DOWN THERE."

you ran downstairs and opened your front door. you were immediately greeted by a small box with your initials on it. you picked it up and ran back upstairs. "OOH, OOH OPEN IT!"

you opened the box and pulled your sacred hourglass out. "AWH, IM SORRY, Y/N. WE AREN'T SOULMATES" lisa apologised, making you laugh. "welp, i guess we gotta wait." all of you decided to call it a night – after eating the cake. obviously.

⌨︎︎ the day after y/n's pov

the six of us reached school together, bickering on the way. "oh, y/n/n, did you bring your hourglass today?" yoongi asked, making me shake my head. "no– should i have?"

"who knows? you might meet your soulmate at school. your mark only glows when you have your hourglass, mate. your soulmate might meet you and their mark glows, but then their hourglass is still going cuz you don't have yours. selfish rat." jaehyun replied, smacking my head.

"i'm- why the fuck am i only learning about this?"

"because you're uncultured, now let's get to class."

i was walking with lisa and jaehyun to our english class when someone pulled me back. "well if it isn't the birthday girl, happy birthday, sweetheart" jisoo smiled at me, making me roll my eyes. "thanks? but did you just-"

"i'm kidding, bae. i couldn't care less about your birthday and you are definitely not a sweetheart. i'm just excited for you to meet your soulmate and die."

"what the fuck is wrong with y-"

"fuck-" "ouch-"

jisoo and i yelled in pain at the same time. i looked down to my wrist and saw my mark glowing a bright white through my shirt, while jisoo looked at her waist, the same thing happening to her.

we then looked at each other in horror,

"nonono"

"wait, what the fuck"

jisoo rummaged through her bag finding her hourglass, "it's still running. why is my mark glowing"

i suddenly remembered what my friends had told me,

'you might meet your soulmate at school. your mark only glows when you have your hourglass, mate. your soulmate might meet you and their mark glows, but then their hourglass is still going cuz you don't have yours. selfish rat.'

'nonono, there's no fucking way that jisoo is my soulmate' i thought, panicking.

"where's your hourglass." jisoo asked, strictly. "a-at home." i replied. jisoo looked around to see if anyone else's marks were glowing. to her luck, there were two other people, looking just as shocked and confused as we were.

my sister joohyun and seokjin. "wait-"

"nah, look man. there's no way we're soulmates, i'm gay as fuck"

"w-wait, my hourglass is still going. and come on, lady, look at me. i'm gorgeous, hot, sexy. you're lucky if you had me as a soulmate." jin replied, pointing at himself.

"bae! kim! over here!" jisoo yelled, making them look at the both of us. seeing that we were in the same situation, they ran over. "okay, so there might be a small, itty bitty possibility that we have our soulmates mixed up right?" jisoo asked, making irene nod. "i mean, i guess, but the possibilities are that you're soulmates with y/n/n, jin or me. and the possibilities with jin are the same. y/n and i only have two possibilities because we're siblings"

"unless the world wants us to make incest a thing" i replied, smirking at her. she smacked my head, making me yelp. "ah! jeez, i was kidding, you rat"

"if it's jin and me, why haven't our hourglasses run out yet?" jisoo asked.

"but if it's me and irene, why haven't ours run out yet?"

"uh- you see.. my sister and i have a thing for leaving things at home – even when we're supposed to bring them.." she replied.

i shook your head, still processing everything.

"jesus, typical baes. bring your hourglasses tomorrow and we'll meet at the bleachers at exactly 8:40 am, you got it?" jisoo demanded, shocking all of you. "wow, ms bossy pants"

"shut the fuck up, y/n. my life is already ruined knowing that there's a slight chance that you're my soulmate." she hissed before walking away to class.

"weLL OUCH"

——

i did the same thing, walked to class with jaehyun and lisa babbling about what just happened. "yo, what the fuck do i do?" i asked panicking. "nothing, you're just gonna hope that your soulmate is jin or joohyun-"

"JIN, JUST JIN."

"yeah whatever."

after school ended, my sister and iwent back home babbling about our possible soulmates and kinda just fell asleep.

the next thing i knew, it was the next day and i had to get ready and bring our hourglasses.

"ayt, bleachers, bleachers, bleachers. FOUND THEM." we walked over to the bleachers with jisoo glaring at the both of us. "you're two minutes late."

"i- BRUH WHAT THE FUC-"

"both of you better shut up before i make you. it's so early in the morning, please don't argue now." right on cue, all our marks started glowing, making the four of us yelp in pain. in a hurry, i took your hourglass out, seeing it had just finished. i looked at all three of them seeing that the same happened to them. "ugh, how the fuck do we figure this out now?" jin asked.

"uh, okay. jin, go to the other side of the field with y/n and i go with irene. if our marks stop glowing, then we aren't with our soulmates, okay?" jisoo demanded, making us nod. seokjin grabbed my hand, running to the other side. i blushed slightly, kind of hoping that my soulmate was him. we reached the other side of the football field, panting. jin still hadn't let go of my hand. we both looked at our marks, the light slowly fading away. jin and i sighed at the same time, "listen, y/n. we might not be soulmates, but i kind of wished that were. whoever has you as his or her soulmate is lucky – i kinda wanna be jisoo right now" he laughed. i giggled, squeezing his hand, "i'm thinking the same thing, jinnie. but fuck, i'm gonna have to live with jisoo? my god" the both of us laughed at each other running back to the others. "well.. uhm.. i guess y/n and i are gonna do the same.." jisoo said, avoiding eye-contact. i nodded, awkwardly as irene and jin started to run away. jisoo and i walked to the other side, quietly. i grabbed her wrist before she could walk any further, "what do you wan-"

"why do you hate me so much? what did i ever do to you? all i've ever done was try to be your friend, why is that so bad?" i asked, angrily. she looked at me, shocked. i've never actually yelled at her before, so this might've been a shock to her. "i-i'm.. just shut up." she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the other side of the field. "jisoo, i mean it. we might be soulmates, you're gonna have to stop being an asshole to me sometime soon."

she ignored me and just kept walking, i sighed and let her drag me. at this point, we were on the other side, and our glows continued glowing. we looked at our hourglasses, seeing it was still the same state, it finished running. we looked at each other in fear,

"w-we're.. we're soulmates, jisoo." i whispered. she stood there, staring at your marks and hourglasses. "nono.. t-this.. it can't be. y/n, i can't fucking do this–"

"jisoo, you have no choice–"

"but i do" she said, confusing me. "j-jisoo?"

"FUCK, Y/N. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" she screeched, slapping my hourglass onto the floor. in almost slow motion, i watched it shatter, all the sand spilling everywhere. "JISOO-" before i could do anything, my mark started glowing a bright red, it felt like someone was burning me while sticking a knife into my stomach. i fell onto the floor, shocking jisoo. "oh my god, y/n!" she shouted, rushing to your side. "fuck, fuck, fuck. are you okay?" she asked, making me scoff. "r-really? you're gonna ask me if i'm okay? you literally just killed me. you fucking killed me, i'm gonna die because of your childishness and your stupid hatred towards me!" i yelled, the pain on my stomach eating me up. irene and seokjin started running towards us, "what the fuck?! what the fuck just happened?!" joohyun asked, obviously worrying about me. she looked down at the shattered glass and then looked back up at jisoo, "you did this, didn't you? huh?! you broke my sister's hourglass?! do you fucking know what's going to happen to her?! what the fuck is wrong with you!" she screamed, pushing jisoo harshly. jin pulled her back, trying to calm her down, "i-i'm–"

the bell then rang, making jisoo run off. irene and jin helped me stand up, i looked down at my hourglass sadly. "how long do i have left?" i asked, weakly. "u-usually around a week.." jin replied, sadly. "no, NO! there must be a way to fix it! y/n, you can't fucking die" irene said, tearing up slightly. i chuckled, "it's fine, unnie. i still have a week." she smacked my head, "don't joke around! you're gonna- no, you're not. i swear i'm gonna kill h-"

"no, no, you aren't. she doesn't want me as her soulmate and i understand that." i replied calmly. "y/n, because of her selfish ass, you're dying. i'm not letting you just– fuck. let's just get to class"

no ones pov

the whole day was spent with your friends crying and getting pissed by jisoo. jisoo avoided you the whole day, not even looking at you. the next day of school was just as sad and pathetic, but jisoo was regretting it. so bad.

"guys, there's gotta be a way to undo it. there fucking has to. i-i can't let her die.." jisoo said, crying in her hands. "unnie, why did you do it in the first place?" jennie asked, kind of angry at her older friend. "i-i.. thought that it would make my feelings go away, make me braver.. but it's just killing me inside. i love her and i don't know what to do."

right at that moment, you walked into the cafeteria weakly, holding onto lisa for support. jisoo immediately stood up and ran to you. "y/n!" she engulfed you into a tight hug, making lisa push her away. "what the fuck do you think you're doing?! do you think you can just do that after what you did to her?!"

"i- look, i need to talk to her"

"jisoo, back off. you've caused enough damage and now we're about to lose our friend." yoongi said, calmly. "guys, it's fine. let us talk.." you replied, quietly. the kim silently thanked you, grabbing your hand and bringing you somewhere private.

"talk." you said, strictly. "y/n, you have no idea how sorry i am. the whole thing was just me trying to show myself that i was strong, but it just made me feel and look like a coward. y/n, i love you. i really do and i'm sorry i wasn't able to let you know. i'm trying to do everything i can to fix it, i'm so so sorry, please forgive me"

"jisoo, i'm.. i have 4 days left. we've looked everything up and there's no way to fix it as of now. i- i'm not gonna say i forgive you, but.. i kind of do? i don't know. it's all good–"

"y/n, you're dying. it's not fucking okay! and it's all my fault, i'm- i won't- i can't live without you." you chuckled, making her look up at you. "jisoo, hush. i'm the one who can't live without you,, literally. till then.. let's uhm, have 4 days together?"

"not just 4 days, y/n-"

"jisoo, you need to understand that that's all i have left. there's not possible way to.. un-kill me.. lmao i'm funny." you giggled, making her smack your arm. "y/n! stop joking around! i-i'm gonna find a way, i-i promise."

"as i said a second ago–"

"ayt, talk's over. talk.. later or something, we're going to class." lisa said, dragging you. "b-but we have the same classes–" you started, but lisa ignored you and continued to drag you. "lisa–"

"bye jisoo~" she said, not looking back. the day was spent by lisa dragging you away from jisoo, which kind of irritated you, but you just brushed it off.

the few days after, you were just being your usual and cheerful self, also being able to talk to jisoo. our friend groups kinda merged into one after the two of you kept spending time with each other. "ayt, imma head home." you said, making everyone groan. "no~ just stay for a bit longer." mingi whined. you laughed at him and stood up, "i'll see you guys tomorrow." you said, smiling at them weakly.

'there is no tomorrow' you thought.

"yeah, okay. see you tomorrow, y/n/n! we all love you~ especially jisoo–" johnny said, making jisoo hit his arm. "oh wait, it is true, i don't know why i hit y-"

you kissed the too of jisoo's head, quietly telling her to stop babbling. you hugged and kissed ( cheeks shush ) all of them "bye losers"

"bye~!"

you turned around, grabbing your stuff and rushing off. tears started forming in your eyes knowing that it's your last time seeing them.

during the past few days, you've been trying to be as positive, funny and cheerful as possible. you hoped and wanted it to make your friends forget about your misfortune and short life. tomorrow is your last day, last day of breathing, last day of seeing, last day of hearing, last day of feeling. once tomorrow comes, you will just fade away as if you never existed. your parents and sister knew about it and how you didn't want any of your friends to remember, they respected your wish and kept their lips shut about it.

you arrived at home, your family members immediately bringing you into a tight embrace. "let's get you dressed, sweetie."

you took a shower and got dressed in your favourite hoodie and shorts. your parents and sister teared up whenever they looked at you smiling and laughing, their hearts ached knowing that after tomorrow, they wouldn't be able to hear your adorable and happiness-giving laugh and your beautiful smile that could bring light to universes. once night arrived, they covered you in kisses and showered you with love.

"goodnight, my beautiful star." you father said, caressing your hair as he used to do when you were younger. you smiled at him and held his hand. "goodnight, angel. we'll– we'll see you tomorrow, love." your mother whispered softly, kissing your forehead. "goodnight everyone,, i love you all. so so much" your parents left the room, but your older sister stayed by your side, crying her eyes out. "y/n,"

"unnie, i know. shhh, you'll be fine–" you started, holding her hand. but she cut you off, "no! i won't be okay! y/n, you've been there for me ever since you were born and you complete me. you're my best friend, my baby, my sister. and tomorrow.. i'm gonna lose you forever. do you think i'm gonna be okay after that?!"

tears started building up in your eyes, making you look away. "unnie.. i- i know. i'm so sorry.. i- i don't want to go, you know that. but i'll always be with you. you know that, right?"

"b-but, y/n/n-"

you brought her into a hug, shutting her up. "it's okay.. besides i still have the morning with you–" she slapped your arm, "stop joking around!" you giggled, "yeah okay, now shush and get to sleep."

"goodnight, y/n"

"night, unnie."

—

you woke up, feeling groggy as ever. you slowly got up, making sure not to hurt yourself even more. "morning, loser" your sister greeted, making you flinch in shock. "iM- SINCE WHEN WERE YOU HERE"

"i was waiting for you to get up,, i don't wanna leave without seeing you awake" irene said, sadly. you took her hand and made her look at you, "you've been the greatest sister and best friend i could ever ask for. i love you and i'm always gonna be here with you, now go before you're late for school." she kissed your forehead, caressing your hair. "i love you so much, you loser. take care of me and yourself up there, ayt?"

you nodded, holding your tears back. irene pulled away, walking out of your room. you sighed and went over to spend some time with your parents.

——

the second irene stepped into school, she ran where your friends wouldn't be able to find her. she spent the whole day avoiding them, until the end of the day.

joohyun was sneaking out of school, until your friends finally found her. they crowded her, asking where you were. she started panicking and was having a hard time thinking of an excuse, "uhh.. she's.. just sick. don't worry about it." she replied, making jisoo's brain start working. "FUCK" she pushed everyone out of the way, getting into her car. "fuckfuckfuck, y/n, fuck!"

[  that sounds wrong :(  ]

she punched her steering wheel, before speeding off to your house. ,,,

she ran to your door, knocking aggressively. your mother opened the door, her eyes swollen, not knowing who it was, "may i help y-"

"jisoo?"

she observed her godmother, confused as ever, but she let it slide as she needed to see you. "miss bae, please let me see y/n, i-i found a way!" she pleaded, making your mum look at her sadly. "l-look, jisoo–"

"hyeri, let the girl in." your father spoke, making the mentioned lady look back. she nodded and opened the door wider. "thank you so much!" jisoo replied. she ran to your room, opening the door. "y/n, i found a w–"

her heart dropped and stopped when she saw you laying on the bed, pale as ever. "y/n, hey." she said, running to your side and holding your cold hand. your eyes opened slowly, smiling as you saw the girl next to you. "j-jisoo, hey"

"y/n.." she started, tears beginning to form and fall from her eyes. "i-i.. i love you." you whispered, making jisoo shake her head. "nonono, y/n, stop! i-i found a way, i just need some time–" you laughed at her, weakly. "that's one thing i don't have, chu. time. i only have a little bit until–"

"y/n, no! please, i-i swear. i'm gonna–"

"you know one thing i love about us?" you asked, "n-no.." she replied. "how we always cut each other off. it's kinda cute"

she giggled, making you smile. "jisoo, i don't want you to do anything. just.. stay here with me, okay?" she looked at you with such intent, everything she wanted, she needed, she loved, was right in front of her eyes, and she was about to witness her wither away. "o-okay.."

the two sat in silence for two minutes before y/n spoke up. "i love you, jisoo. i forgive you, you know that, right?"

the mentioned girl then broke down, shocking you. "h-hey, i'm sorry, i didn't–" the older girl placed her lips onto yours, spilling at the sadness and pain into the kiss. you kissed back, you smiled slightly, glad that you were able to share your last moments with your soulmate. you pulled away when you felt your mark stinging, "j-jisoo, i-i love y-you–" you squeezed her hand, smiling.

"no, y/n, no.. please no, y/n" she pleaded, holding your hand. your grip started loosening, making her onto you tighter. "baby, no. y/n, h-hey. stay with me. hey"

your eyes started to feel heavy and everything was fading away. "i love you" you whispered, before you took your last breath and your time had come. your hand let go of jisoo's, making her panic. "no, baby, please no," she cried,

your parents heard her sobs, making them barge into the room. their hearts dropped and your father immediately brought your mum into his arms as she sobbed, "my angel, my beautiful angel"

"y/n, please. come back.." she sobbed.

"i love you too"

#blackpink imagines #blackpink x reader #blackpink scenarios #blackpink reactions #blackpink #blackpink jisoo #jisoo x reader #blackpink angst #blackpink fluff #blackpink au #soulmates au #kim jisoo #jisoo

[bibbawrites]

And It’s Us, Forever and Evermore - A Ghost Dad!Luke short story

THIS IS PART 3 OF THE GHOST DAD!LUKE SERIES, READ PART ONE AND PART TWO BEFORE READING!

“I just thought of something.” Reggie spoke, breaking the silence that had settled over the garage. Luke lifted his head up from where it was resting in Alex’s lap.

“What?” He questioned..

“We came back as ghosts.” Reggie started, and Luke exchanged a look with Alex.

“You just figured that out? Okay...” Alex shook his head. Reggie rolled his eyes. 

“No I knew that. But I was thinking about that, and then I thought hey maybe Y/N came back as a ghost too.” He explained. 

Luke shot up, his eyes wide.

“Reggie you’re a fucking genius!” He exclaimed, grabbing Reggie’s face and placing a wet kiss to the side of his head. Reggie grinned. 

“Thank you.” He said. Luke turned back to Alex quickly. 

“Alex, do you think Willie could help us?” He asked, and Alex nodded. 

“Sure. Want me to go find him?” He questioned, already shifting to stand. 

“We’ll all go.” Luke said, standing up and picking up baby Lucas, LJ as Alex had suggested they call him, short for Luke Junior, out of the little basket where he had placed him earlier.

When he turned back to the other two boys, they were already staring at him. 

“Bro it’s so weird seeing you with a baby.” Reggie shook his head. 

“It feels weird. Like I’ve stolen someone’s kid and they don’t want it back.” Luke agreed, shifting the baby in his arms. “Anyways, let’s go find Willie.” 

“I think I know where to go.” Alex said, and together they poofed out in search of the skateboarding ghost. 

-

They found Willie straight away, right where Alex had assumed he would be, and when the other ghost spotted them he came right over. 

“Hey guys, what you got there?” Willie asked, peering at the bundle of blankets in Luke’s arms. 

“A baby.” Luke said casually. Willie raised an eyebrow. 

“Luke’s baby.” Alex elaborated. “We found him and when Julie did some research we found out his mum died a few years after us. We were wondering if you’d know a way to find her if she came back as a ghost.”

“If she hung around the area I might know of her, or if she joined the club. I do know a few ghosts outside of the club though. What’s her name?” Willie told them, and Luke’s heart skipped a beat. Hopefully if Willie knew her it wasn’t through the Hollywood Ghost Club. 

“Y/N Y/L/N.” Luke answered and Willie’s face lit up with a grin.

“Boys, it’s your lucky day. I just happen to know Y/N very well, and I know exactly where she’ll be.” He said, and Luke couldn’t hold back his smile. 

“Really? Will you take us to her?” He asked. Willie shook his head, a smile on his face. 

“Duh, of course I will.”

-

Luke spotted her the second they poofed into the garden, sitting silently in front of a small monument, twisting flowers into a crown. Beside her, a small pile of flower crowns already made.

“Y/N!” Willie called. “I have a surprise for you.”

The girl looked up, her jaw dropping when she spotted Luke, and a look of disbelief appearing on her face when she saw the small baby cradled in his arms.

“Luke?” She questioned shakily, standing up.

“Hey Bub.” Luke grinned, as the girl slowly made her way over to the other ghosts.

“Is that...” She trailed off, staring down at the baby.

“Our little boy.” Luke finished. 

“We’re gonna go, come back to the garage when you’re ready.” Alex whispered, and Luke gave him a slight nod of acknowledgment, his full attention on the girl in front of him, who was in a trance, stroking the cheek of the baby in his arms.

“You wanna hold him?” He asked. Y/N nodded quickly, taking the baby into her hold, visibly relaxing at the weight. 

“I never had a chance to, when he was born. They just took him away and told me he was gone. I had to beg them to even let me name him.” She said quietly, as Luke guided her to the ground. “How is this even possible?”

“Well, me and the boys only came back a few months ago, and we found him on like, our second day? We were just outside of where Reggie’s house used to be and he was on the path in a basket and I just felt drawn to him? And then we took him back to the garage and noticed he had a hospital bracelet that had your name on it and Julie, that’s the girl who brought us back, she’s a lifer. Anyways she searched you up on the internet and found out you died. Then we kinda went through some shit and didn’t really have time to think but then today Reggie had the great idea that you might be a ghost so we asked Willie and he said he knew you and yeah.” Luke rambled.

“You came and found me.” She smiled, and Luke returned the gesture. 

“Of course.” He said softly. She shifted slightly, her free hand coming up to stroke his cheek as if she couldn’t believe he was really there. 

“I never thought I’d see you again.” She admitted. Luke sighed, taking her hand. 

“Me neither.” He replied. Her gaze shifted back down to the sleeping baby in her arms. 

“He’s so beautiful.” She breathed out. Luke looked down at the little boy. 

“He is. He has your eyes.” He told her. 

“Do you think he’ll ever grow up?” She asked. Luke shook his head. 

“I don’t think so. He hasn’t aged at all in like, two months.” He said. She smiled slightly. 

“Our angel baby, forever this tiny.” She whispered. They fell into a comfortable silence for a few moments before Luke spoke up, asking the question that had been bothering him since the day he had found LJ.

“Hey Y/N... can I ask you something?” He asked. 

“Hmm?” She replied, still focused on the baby.

“How did you die?” He questioned, and Y/N froze. 

“You don’t want to know.” She said after a moment. 

“Did you get sick?” Luke tried. That’s what he had assumed had happened to her. 

“No, I-“ She stopped. “Not physically.”

Luke frowned and she sighed, realising she would have to continue.

“After Lucas died I was diagnosed with depression, mostly post natal depression but...” She trailed off. “It was the one year anniversary of his birth, I just couldn’t handle it so I...”

Luke’s heart sank and he nodded in understanding, wrapping an arm around her.

“I can’t even imagine how hard that would have been, losing me first and then LJ.” He said softly. She shot him a confused look. 

“LJ?” She questioned. 

“That’s what we’ve been calling him. Like Luke Junior. Alex suggested it and it stuck.” Luke explained. 

“LJ... I like it.” She grinned. 

“How do you know Willie?” Luke asked after a moment. 

“I met him one day while wandering around and we became good friends. How do you know him?” She questioned. 

“Alex.” Luke said simply. She rolled her eyes, that was the Luke she knew, never helpful. 

“What about Alex?” She prompted. 

“He loves him.” Luke sang, and Y/N’s eyes widened.

“Wait, really?” She gasped. 

“Did you not know Alex is gay?” Luke questioned. She sighed. 

“No, you dumbass, I knew that. I just didn’t realise that Willie was seeing anyone.” She elaborated. 

“It’s only newish. But they’re really cute together.” Luke explained. A grin overtook Y/N’s features. 

“So are we.” She said, nudging Luke with her shoulder. 

“That we are.” Luke agreed, glancing around the garden. “Where are we, by the way?”

“This is where Lucas,” She paused, clearly deciding to correct herself. “LJ, I mean, and I are buried. I spend all of my time here.”

“Not any more.” He grinned. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh really?” She questioned. Luke nodded. 

“Yep. Cause you’re coming with us.” He told her, and the girl couldn’t help but smile. Finally she had the life she had always dreamed of, even if she wasn’t technically living. She squeezed his hand tightly. 

“I’ve never wanted anything more.”

#blurb #luke #luke patterson #luke patterson x reader #ghost dad!luke #dad!luke

[thunderpot]

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 4.2 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 & 9

“So how about this? Early 2000s, very stylish, a bit of an Interview with the Vampire flair but with a tad more decadence.”

“Uh..I have no idea what you’re talking about-”

“You’re right, how about we do something more momma’s boy, maybe?”

“Shippou this is kinda…”

“Okay, okay, tough crowd you are I see.” The fox would change his glamour again and then try very badly to hold a laugh “This is…”

“What? Let me see!”

“Oh god, Inu--”

Inuyasha snapped the hand mirror Shippou was trying to hide from him just to see himself and throw it back at his friend:

“I’m gonna fucking KILL YOU, YOU BRAT!!!”

Shippou laughed, half running around in his room

“SHE WILL LOVE YOUR NEW STYLE INUYASHA WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!!”

“Undo it!!”

“ARGH ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!” He stopped, hands raised “Sit up, I’ll make things ok this time, normie” 

Inuyasha showed him a finger before sitting down and seeing shippou grab his new necklace

“Shouldn’t this leaf go on my head?”

“This is the 21st century, everyone would notice a leaf on top of your head- Specially a silver one like yours. So turn into a necklace and ta-da! Insta-fashion.” The ‘poof’ would happen shortly after and inuyasha would look at himself in the mirror again. “So? What do you think? I’m amazing, just say it!”

“This is.. Certainly different. Do you think she’ll..?”

“Just go, dogboi! I can’t hide all your features though, so those tattoos of yours will stay. Watch out not to flash them too much in public, eh?”

And with a nod, Inuyasha left.

----------

It had been a couple days since she had seen the cute dog in the park at night, but Kagome had soon forgotten about it. The university had been quite demanding; she had another paper to deliver in a couple of days, and that was all she could think about, the white-haired guy starting to fade away from her mind.

“Don’t forget to check out our sales tasting! The best cheese and the best sausages for a fraction of the price, only this week!” said the voice on the speakers while Kagome made her way to the  vegetables section.

She had been neglecting her own diet thanks to all the crunch hours needed to write the papers, but now that she had a bit of time, a properly cooked meal instead of instant ramen felt like a small blessing. The place was so full, however, that Kagome honestly questioned whether she’d ever be able to get out of the place after having gotten in.

“Some stuffed bell peppers sound good..they look pretty today, too” She casually checked out on her phone the ingredients for a recipe Sango gave her a while ago. She needed wine, some beans, tomatoes, peppers, onions and a couple extras for seasoning that she had at home. 

Grabbing a plastic bag to put her choosings, she was almost done when an old lady bumped into her, making her drop the bag as she bumped into someone else too.

“Oh I am so sorry!” She said as she quickly crouched to grab her poor vegetables. At least most of them were still safe inside the bag.

“Ah, let me help you out with that.” the voice came right in front of her. It was beautiful and kinda deep, probably the person she bumped into. 

“No, no, that’s ok I can--” Her voice died down quickly as she felt something like a small static shock when her hand inadvertently touched the other person’s “Ah..” 

And then she looked up.

“Such a waste, these looked very fine. At least the majority is still intact...”

“Damn, he’s hot.”

The guy gave out a small laugh.

“Aren’t we all, on such a hot day.”

Kagome’s face went as red as one of the bell peppers inside the bag. Did she say that out loud!?

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to--! Oh wow, way to embarrass myself.. I’m so sorry!” 

She looked everywhere now, except to the guy, that made no case of it, helping her out with the bag. And only when they were standing again did she quickly remove the hand she kept on top of his.

“Uh- I, hum.. Thank you.” She was mortified. God, she just found a cute guy and she had to embarrass herself like that. At least Sango wasn’t there to laugh at her face for the next 20 years.

“No worries. Cya around.” He said as he turned to go away, and only then Kagome finally had the courage to take a good look at him, her face still burning like wildfire.

“Cya...” He was big alright. Yes, he was. Hot, that was a good word for it. But his most striking feature was probably the silver-ish hair. She had seen that before. There was something about him..What were the colors of his eyes again? 

“Wait!” -She pulled his sleeve without thinking, revealing  two, maybe three rounds of tattoos on his right arm, to absolute horror of another old lady that was passing by, and a small curse of an old man doing his groceries. 

She had seen that before, for sure. Maybe she WAS going crazy. As he turned to face her she could see, for a split second, a shimmer before his amber eyes looked back at her. Oh god.

There was a multitude of white-everythings bumping into her, finding their way to her. There was something obvious missing, but that was no coincidence, was it?

“Ah, I’m sorry but hum.. I’m Higurashi Kagome. What is your name again?”

It looked like the guy took a split second decision before gently taking his sleeve out of her hand and covering his arm again, answering her with a small, unreadable smile.

“Nice to meet you, Higurashi. I’m Inuyasha.”

Shit.

#Aurora #inuyasha #kagome #shippou #inukag #au #thank you so much to everyone who helped me choose the hair style for inu! #all 5 were cool #but this one was surely the best indeed!

[michelangelinden]

Anyone who asks (Everyone, really)

My guys!!! I finished the sequel to ‘Rambo the Hamster (don’t give Reggie a cat)’ and it’s pure Willex fluff. You can read it here or on AO3, please let me know what you think, I’m so excited!!

***

  Alex kicked open the door to the garage.

  “Somebody hand me a cat right now. I need to hold something or I’ll fucking break!”, he exclaimed as he marched into the studio. Luke, Reggie and Julie all turned to him looking shocked. He knew he was making a very dramatic entrance but he felt like he needed it, like he deserved it.

  “You can hold my hand!”, Reggie said, raising it into the air. “Both of them”, he added, raising his other hand too.

  “Thanks, man, but I’d rather squish a kitten than you.”

  Julie made a horrified face but Reggie jumped up immediately, picked James the cat off her lap and pushed it into Alex’ grabby hands. Alex accepted him, dropped himself onto the sofa between Julie and Luke and started petting the cat aggressively.

  “Are –“, Julie started, “are you okay?” She looked back and forth between Alex’ worried face and the cat comfortably squished between his hands. The question hung in the air for a minute and while Alex continued to pet James the cat at a rapid tempo and felt the concerned looks of his friends on his face, he calmed down a little.

  “Yes”, he answered eventually. “Or no. I don’t know yet.”

  “Can we, I dunno, help you? Or something?”, Reggie asked hopefully but also a little confused.

  “Where were you, by the way?” Luke gently put a hand on Alex’ knee but Alex flinched in surprise and he pulled back again.

  “Sorry”, Alex muttered and took a deep breath. He carefully loosened his grip on James the cat, who curled up on his leg and fell asleep immediately (Alex just had that effect on him). He continued to stroke him but much slower and more carefully.

  “I was down at the pier, with Willie.”

  “Oh. Is he okay? Did- did something happen?” Julie sounded worried.

  “What? No. No, he’s fine, just –“, Alex swallowed, “can I have a hug? Like not a I’m-sad-and-need-affection-hug but an I-can’t-believe-this-is-real-hug?”

  Both Julie and Luke nodded enthusiastically. Julie pushed one arm behind his back and hugged his stomach, her head on his chest, and Luke threw an arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. Reggie, who had sad down on the floor in front of them, hugged his left leg.

  “Okay”, Alex started, “so we met on Sunset Boulevard, you know, like we always do.” Julie nodded against his chest. “And we walked for a bit and then he –“, he felt himself blush a little, “and then he took my hand and we poofed to the pier. And I thought like ‘okay, he took my hand so that I don’t get lost when we poof’ but then he– he didn’t let go? And I was a little confused by then.”

  “Nah, man, he likes you!” Luke punched him softly and chuckled.

  “Wait, wait, I’m getting there.”

  “Yeah, Luke, shut up”, Julie said and poked Luke in the side. He yelped and went to poke her back but Reggie cleared his throat and the two settled down again.

  “Yeah, so we just, you know, walk along the beach, as one does, he continues to hold my hand, ‘what the hell is up with that?’, I think and then we find a spot a little off from all the other people, not that they can see us, I mean, but it feels a little more private if there’s less people around, even though they can’t even see us …”

  “Yeah, yeah, we know, please continue”, Reggie interrupted him, patting his knee impatiently, and Alex took another deep breath.

  “Anyways. We sit down on the sand and he lets go of my hand, which, like, makes sense, because we’re not moving anymore. But then, as we’re sitting, and we both have our legs pulled up, he kind of pushes his knee against mine?” Julie gasped and lifted her head to look at him.

  “He didn’t!”

  “He did!” Alex nodded at her. “And we’re both wearing shorts so it’s – it’s weirdly intimate.” Julie shrieked a little and squeezed him.

  “Alex, that’s so exciting!”

  “Wait, wait, I’m not done.”

  “There’s more?”

  “Shush!” Both Julie and Reggie silenced Luke. Alex swallowed.

  “So we’re still talking, I don’t even remember what it was about, and then he takes my hand again, and I kind of start to freak out a bit, and then –“, he paused.

  “And then what?” Julie squeezed him again.

  “And then he kisses me.”

  A beat.

  Then yelling.

  Julie squealed again and hugged him even harder, Luke punched his side excitedly and Reggie jumped up to drum on his knee. James the cat woke up, hissed a little and fled off his lap but Alex couldn’t blame him.

  “Dude, that’s amazing!”, Luke yelled and Alex was sure he’d get a bruise on his shoulder.

  “What was it like?”, Reggie asked and Julie kicked him.

  “I don’t know.” Alex frowned. “Short. But, um, but sweet.” He paused and blushed again. “His, uh, his lips are really soft”, he all but whispered but Reggie still heard him and made gagging noises.

  “Hey, you asked”, Julie said and kicked Reggie again.

  Then Alex remembered the other thing.

  “I said ‘yowza’ afterwards”, he mumbled, barely audible.

  “What?”

  He cringed and cleared his throat.

  “I said ‘yowza’ afterwards.” He wasn’t proud of it.

  A beat and then Luke and Reggie started laughing loudly. Julie just looked at him with an incredulous grin.

  “Oh my god.” She laughed. “I can’t believe you.”

  “Yeah, he said so too.” He groaned. “But then he kissed me again, so I think I’m good.”

  The other two boys were still laughing, Luke had slipped dangerously close to the edge of the sofa and held his stomach.

  “Of course, you’re good! You kissed!” Julie shook him. “Alex, that’s so exciting. I’m so happy for you!”

  “I’m happy too”, Alex admitted, blushing. Julie grinned at him.

  Reggie and Luke began to calm down, they were both sitting on the floor, holding each other’s shoulders.

  “And?”

  “And what?” He frowned.

  “Did you talk about it? The kiss?”

  “Uh, no?” He thought back to what happened after they kissed the second time. “We just kinda stared at each other for a second and then we were talking again. And then I realized I was late for band practice so I came here. End of story.”

  “You didn’t even tell him you like him?” Reggie asked, a little shocked. Alex was surprised he was still following the conversation on the sofa.

  “Sorry, I was a little in shock, after, you know, being kissed by Willie.” He shrugged and they all laughed.

  “Sorry, you’re right.”

  “Besides, I don’t even know if he likes me back, so it probably would have been really awkward if I told him”, he shrunk back into Julie’s arms, now very much in doubt of the whole scene.

  In front of him, Luke and Reggie said “Dude” and “What the hell?” at the same time and Julie pulled her arms back from his body to put her hands on either side of his face, squishing his cheeks a little and making him look at her.

  “Oh Alex, sweet, sweet Alex. I don’t know if you know this, but when you kiss someone that means that you really like them, okay?” He nodded slowly, but he didn’t know if he did it himself or if Julie’s grip on his face made him. “There is absolutely no possibility that Willie doesn’t like you.” She let go of him and he looked down at where he had his hands clasped together in his lap.

  “You really think so? You haven’t even met him.”

  “We know so”, Luke said, “we’ve met him.” Alex looked up and saw that both him and Reggie were smiling at him. He looked over at Julie and she was smiling too.

  Yeah, maybe Willie did like him. He kissed Alex, after all. That had to mean something.

 ***

   It had been almost two weeks since Willie had kissed Alex for the first time. He had been so, so nervous, like close-to-throwing-up-nervous, but Willie had wanted to do that for so long that just kind of did it, when the opportunity arose. He still had no idea how he’d gotten the confidence to do it, but he’d done it and he didn’t regret it for one second.

  It had been short, not more than just pressing his lips onto Alex’, and he’d probably almost missed his mouth, and Alex had said “yowza” afterwards which was the reaction Willie had least expected from him, but they’d laughed and then they had kissed again and every time Willie thought back to that moment he had butterflies ice-dancing in his stomach.

  Since then, they had met twice. When they had met at the park by Julie’s house Willie had been afraid at first, that it would get awkward, they hadn’t really talked about the kiss. But it hadn’t been, really, they’d just talked and laughed, like they always did. And after they had chased each other around the lawns (which they hadn’t been allowed to step on, but no one tells ghosts what they can’t do), Alex had pulled Willie close and kissed him, long and slow, and then he’d run off again and Willie’d felt like he would combust at any second.

  They hadn’t kissed when they had met down at the pier again – or not really, at least. But Willie didn’t mind, they’d walked along the shore for what felt like hours, holding hands the entire time. And when it had been time for Alex to go home – he was always worried about being punctual – he had stroked Willie’s cheek softly and had pressed a gentle kiss on the corner of Willie’s mouth and when he had poofed away, Willie had to lay down in the sand to process it.

  Every time he thought about any of these situations, he felt his heart flutter and his chest bloom warmly, his hands itching to hold Alex’ and his lips yearning to be pressed against his. He missed him and an uncomfortable amount too, and he needed to put a stop to the uncertainty hovering around them every time they met.

  He was on his way to Alex right now, the wheels of his skateboard flying over the concrete, bringing him closer to the Molina’s house with every passing second and he felt the nervousness spread from his stomach all the way into his fingertips. He hadn’t known he was still capable of feelings like these up until he met Alex, but he was glad he could still feel all the exciting emotions that came with being giddy about a crush.

  He stopped his board in front of the driveway, taking a breath to calm his nerves. He hoped Alex was home, because if he wasn’t, the afternoon he had spent worrying about what to say when he saw him, had been for nothing.

  He could see the tips of the setting sun glowing behind the roof of the garage, basking it in soft, orange light.

  He took another breath before walking further, rounding the corner to walk down the steps. He stopped only for a second before phasing through the wooden doors of the studio, not allowing himself to think too much about it.

  He was greeted by an unexpected sight. The studio was empty apart from Alex laying on the couch, as asleep as he could be. There were three furry creatures curled up on his chest and only when Willie squinted could he identify them as- kittens?

  “What the-“, he started and Alex startled awake, his eyes flying open and meeting Willie’s in surprise. The three kittens rose up immediately, tumbling off Alex’ chest onto the couch and then onto the floor, meowing loudly (screaming, to be honest) as they made their way over to Willie as fast as they could.

  He lowered his board onto the ground and crouched down to greet them. They let him stroke their heads and only the black one tried to bite him, which he took with a laugh. They were cute and soft and Willie was momentarily distracting from his mind, which he greatly appreciated. His eyes crinkled in adoration as the grey one started purring under his hand, flopping to the side to let him tickle its stomach.

  “Hi, Willie”, he heard Alex say from the sofa, and Willie looked up to smile at him.

  “Why did you hide them from me? I would’ve come over much earlier if I knew that they were here.”

  Alex chuckled in response, finally sitting up on the edge of the couch.

  “Sorry”, he said, fiddling with a bracelet on his wrist.

  The black cat took another try at biting Willie's finger off.

  “That’s Andy, he’s a little rude sometimes”, Alex explained and Willie laughed at that.

  “Yeah, I noticed.” He turned to the black cat. “Please leave me my fingers, little guy, I need them.”

  When he looked back up at Alex he was watching them with a soft smile on his face.

  “What are the others called?”, he asked, turning back to pet the grey one, still purring on its side on the ground in front of him.

  “The spotty one is Michelle and the grey one is, uh-“, Alex paused, causing Willie to look back up at him, “that’s James the cat.”

  Willie squinted at him in amusement.

  “Why those names?”

  “Please don’t make me say it.”

  Willie just tilted his head a little and Alex sighed.

  “They’re our middle names. Andrew is Luke’s, Michael is Reggie’s and James-“, he sighed again, “is mine.”

  Willie smiled brightly at the new information about Alex and got up, careful not to scare the cats.

  “You didn’t pick them”, he said and it wasn’t a question, he already knew the answer. Alex shook his head.

  “Julie forced them out of us. She wanted to name them after us because we’re so similar.”

  Willie looked down at the grey cat, that has gotten up from the floor and was now tiptoeing around his legs, still purring.

  “Let me see”, he started, kneeling down again, to scratch it behind its ears. “Always seeking physical contact, very soft hair”, his gaze flicked up and met Alex’, “very cute. It fits.”

  Willie watched with a smile as Alex’ cheeks darkened in a blush and he looked down at his hands in his lap.

  “You can’t just say stuff like that”, he said quietly.

  Willie got up again, slowly walking over to the couch.

  “Why not?”

  He was standing in front of him now and leaned forward carefully, settling his hands on Alex’ knees. Alex looked up at him, the red on his cheeks deepening.

  “It makes me blush”, he almost whispered. He unfolded his hands and gently set them on top of Willie’s.

  “That’s the point”, Willie answered, squeezing Alex’ knees and leaning a little further into his space. “It’s cute”, he added.

  Alex hands slid a little further up Willie’s, his fingers slipping past the cuffs of Willie’s sweater, closing around wrists. Willie watched as Alex’ gaze flicked down to his lips, just for a second, before meeting Willie’s again.

  “Can I kiss you?”, Willie whispered and the warmth in his chest bloomed when Alex nodded.

  He closed his eyes and dipped his head a little lower to catch Alex lips with his own. He smiled against them when Alex grip on his wrists tightened. His lips were soft on his, the kiss sweet and gentle and Willie felt like he could get lost in it, if he wasn’t careful. He tilted his head a little, allowing Alex to push closer, his thumb stroking Willie’s forearm.

  They separated and he chased Alex’ lips with his, a quiet laugh escaping Alex and they were still so close that Willie felt it on his face.

  “What?”, Willie asked quietly and smiled. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Alex' were still closed.

  “Nothing”, Alex whispered and leaned his forehead against Willie's. He slowly breathed in through his nose, taking in the warm feeling surrounding them.

  Willie took in a sharp breath and Alex pulled back immediately, his eyes flying open and looking at Willie in concern.

  Willie looked down his legs to see the black cat hanging onto his sock, its tiny claws piercing through it into his skin, and huffed a laugh.

  “Ow”, he said, more out of reflex than as a genuine reaction, because it didn’t hurt bad enough for him to be in actual pain.

  He pulled his hands away from Alex knees, Alex fingers sliding off his wrists and he missed the contact immediately, but plucking the cat from his leg was more important right now. He gently gripped its small body and tried to remove it, but its claws were so caught in his sock, that he had to crouch down to separate them one paw at a time. When he held the kitten in his hand, he raised it in front of his face, shaking his head at it, as if it was a small person.

  “I need my legs too”, he told it and carefully placed it back onto the floor. It didn’t plan to stay there, rushing forward again to climb onto his shoe. He chuckled and picked it up again, standing up with it and putting it down next to its sibling in hope that it got too distracted to jump at him again. It attacked the spotty one instead and the two started to scuffle around the floor.

  Willie turned around to see Alex watching him and smiled, walking over and lowering himself onto the couch next to him. Their shoulders were inches away from each other and Alex bumped their knees together.

  “Hi”, Willie said, only just remembering, that he never greeted him.

  “Hey”, Alex answered and for a minute the two fell into comfortable silence, just being in each other’s presence.

  Willie couldn’t help but think, that this was it, this had to be the moment, and the nervousness started to spread through his body again. His fingers tingled and he started to fiddle with the hem of his black shorts.

  Alex must have noticed, because he gently pulled Willie's hand away from his leg and intertwined their fingers. He squeezed Willie's hand and stroked his knuckles with his thumb.

  Yeah, that was it.

  “Hey Alex”, he said before he could stop himself and Alex' gaze lifted from their hands to Willie's face. They looked eyes for a second before it got too intense for Willie and he had to look down again.

  “What’s up?”, Alex asked and shuffled a little closer.

  “I-“, he started, “I was wondering-“, he broke off again, sighing. “We, uh, we’ve been spending a lot of time together, the past few weeks and, uh-“, he swallowed, “I really like it. This.” He squeezed Alex hand to stress his point. “And now I, uh, I was wondering if”, he had to pause again, gaining confidence for the next words, “if I could call you my boyfriend.” He was almost whispering.

  Alex seemed to have caught the words anyways.

  “Who would you tell?”, he asked quietly, matching Willie's voice. He lifted his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Willie's ear. Willie looked up, daring to hold his gaze.

  “Anyone who asks”, he answered. “Everyone, really”, he added, because that was probably closer to the truth.

  “I would like that”, Alex said, placing his hand on Willie's cheek and stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. Willie leaned into the touch.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah.” Alex paused and Willie's eyes flicked over his face for any indication that he was lying. “I think I would like it if you called me your boyfriend”, Alex continued, as if he knew of Willie's worry.

  Willie lowered his eyes to Alex' lips, slightly parted and pulled into a soft smile.

  “Can I-“, he started but he felt Alex lips on his before he could finish his question, pushing into Willie and he pushed back just as eagerly.

  He pulled his hand out of Alex grasp to place it on the back of his head, pulling him closer, while he settled the other on his cheek. This kiss was different than the ones before, less gentle, because they were both starting to grin, but it still sent Willie's heart flying. Alex' hand, that was not still holding his face, slid down to the small of his back. His thumb slipped past Willie's sweater and graced his skin accidentally and Willie gasped at the sudden sensation of Alex cold thumb against his skin, pulling back a little. It didn’t take long for him to start laughing quietly and Alex joined him, removing his hand from underneath the sweater and looping his arm around his waist instead. Willie connected their foreheads, keeping his eyes closed.

  They stayed like that for a moment, but then Alex huffed a small laugh.

  “Can we please pretend, that I am the confident one in this situation?”, he asked, causing Willie to open his eyes and look at him, “because I’m totally freaking out on the inside.”

  A loud laugh burst from Willie and he had to lower his head onto Alex' shoulder to not accidentally spit on him.

  “No, please stop laughing”, Alex tried but Willie couldn’t help himself.

  It took another minute for him to calm down before Alex gently lifted Willie's head with his hand.

  “Please”, he said again, looking at him with soft eyes and Willie smiled.

  “Sorry”, he whispered and kissed him again, just because he could.

  He felt Alex smile against his lips, parting them slightly, to-

  A poofing-sound drove them apart, their hands staying where they are but their heads turning towards the source of the noise.

  Reggie appeared out of air, his back towards them, looking around.

  “Hey Alex, have you seen the cats?”

  Alex didn’t say anything, just kept looking at him.

  Reggie spotted them on his own, because they all stumbled towards him, yelling excitedly.

  “Oh, there they are, hi there!”, he exclaimed happily, crouching down and picking up the spotted one. Then he finally turned towards them. “Oh, hi Willie”, he said, looking down at the cats again, unbothered by the position he found Willie and Alex in.

  Until-

  Reggie’s face snapped back up at them.

  “Willie!” He looked back and forth between the two. “You- and Alex- I interrupted something, didn’t I?”

  “Yes!”, Alex said pointedly, while Willie said “yeah, kind of”, a little softer, and Reggie gasped loudly.

  “Oh god, I’m so sorry!” He jumped up immediately. “Just- please give me a second, I-“, he carefully picked up the cats one by one, before shooting one last look at them. “Sorry!”, he said again and with another poof he was gone as quickly as he came.

  They stared at the spot where Reggie just stood, blinking in confusion.

  Alex groaned loudly, turning his head and pushing it into Willie's shoulder, his hand slipping from his cheek down his chest around his back. Willie laughed but slid his hands off his head and his arms around his shoulders, hugging him close.

  “I am so, so sorry about him”, Alex said, muffled against the fabric of Willie's sweater. Willie chuckled.

  “Don’t apologize.” He pressed a kiss into Alex' hair. “I am more than happy right now”, he whispered and felt Alex squeeze him.

  “Me too.”

  He squeezed him back.

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History Repeats (Part 13)

Prompt: Life’s hard, right? Well throw in a not so great job, a broken heart, and chasing a pipe dream in LA. But could someone come along to make all the bad shit disappear? Or is he just another heartbreak waiting around the bend?

Warnings: language, drug addiction, alcohol addiction, angst/heartbreak, adult themes (??)

Word Count: 1964

Note: Aesthetic made by @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo because she’s absolutely amazing Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo . Brainstorming from @carryonmyswansong​

**Song Inspiration: Sober - Pink; Forever is a long time - Halsey

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Hayden spent all night feeling horrible about what he’d done, but he felt it was right. He barely slept, and now he didn’t know if he needed to find a new place. Not that that was the most important thing right now, but it was a factor he may have to deal with soon. 

You rolled out of bed and groggily went into the kitchen to make coffee. You were a bit surprised to find Hayden already there. 

“Uh, I made coffee,” he informed.

You nodded and went to grab a mug as he began talking from behind you. 

“So, I think we should talk about last night,” he started but you turned around. “I’m sorry, and I’ll start looking for a new place today--”

“No, it’s fine. I, um, I did some thinking,” you said, waving him off. “You.. you might be right. Maybe we did jump into this too fast. I’m not the type to do that at all. I think everything through, but maybe this time was different. I think you’re right. If we take a break and in a year, we still want each other and everything lines up, maybe we should talk then.” 

He gave you a sweet smile, nodding. “Yeah, I think that’s wise. I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to lead you on or anything.”

“You didn’t,” you assured with a shake of your head. “I’m fine, honestly. I think you should stay here. I mean, unless you’re too weird about it. I still love having you around and we can still be friends. There’s no point to put you out on the streets. We can still be friendly, right?” You grinned at him. 

You were telling the truth. 

It hurt like hell that he didn’t want you romantically right now, that he wanted to think you two were in some rebound phase. It wasn’t true for you, you knew this, but maybe it was for him. So you were willing to set up a time frame that might work for him. Give him an out. Not to mention, you didn’t want to lose him as friend. He did bring more light to your life than any boyfriend or friend ever had, and you didn’t want to lose that just because you broke up. 

Having Hayden in your life was more important than some stupid pride. 

“Yeah, yeah of course,’ he agreed, nodding. He stepped towards you and hugged you. “I completely agree. I’d love nothing more than to be friends.” 

His words made you sting. His touch made you feel as if you were on fire. But you ignored it all and put on a brave face.

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The next several days were hard. You weren’t sure which were harder -- being at work at the hotel or the studio away from Hayden or being near him. Seeing him didn’t brighten your day like it used to. You thought it would. For some stupid, silly, naive reason, you thought you’sd still feel warm when you saw him, but you didn’t. All you could see was the man who didn’t want you.

Someone not wanting you was nothing new. Your old friends had stopped checking on you a long time ago, despite your efforts to reach back out to them. All you had now was Hayden and the new people in Trey’s.

But now you didn’t even have Hayden, not really. You tried to make sure things weren’t awkward and just go back to how they were before, but you couldn’t. How could you? How could you pretend you didn’t want to kiss him when he gave you that warm, fond smile? How could you not run your fingers through his hair when he came out of the shower, his hair still wet and looking absolutely hot and adorable? How could you not want to rest your feet in his lap while you two watched TV for a few free hours? How could you not want to cook and clean together and joke around, but then wrap your arms around his waist like always? 

No, life couldn’t return to normal for you with Hayden. That was just no longer an option, the ship had sailed long ago and there was nothing to do about it. 

What made it hurt all the more was that this was always how it happened. You thought everything was fine, you thought things were good and then suddenly, poof - the guy was gone. Were you just blind to signs? Were you just too clingy and guys could sense it and it sent them running? Did you just fall for everyone who was afraid of commitment? 

You should’ve seen this coming. He was with a woman for ten years, had a child with her, but never married her. If that isn’t a sign of a fear of commitment, you weren’t sure what was. 

The parties of Trey’s continued and you decided to frequent even more of them, trying to find any excuse not to be home. More parties meant more alcohol though and you decided to get drunk every night, but then you’d wean off of it, so by the time you got home, you were practically sober again. 

Feeling the thoughts of Hayden fade away with every sip of your drink was fantastic. You weren’t one to usually seek out the bottle in times of distress, but when in Rome… The parties, the company, the drinking -- it all took your mind of Hayden, and you desperately needed it. 

Eventually though, it wasn’t enough. 

The drinks weren’t enough to make you forget about him. He bled through. You were still crying over him at parties. 

One night, you were talking to Darren about it. He was your drummer after all and you’d spent a lot of time with him, became friends. You two were in a booth at a club, in the back corner, talking.

“I just… I just want him back,” you all but sobbed.

“Hey, hey,” he soothed, “use your heartache as a tool for your music, babe. All the best musicians do. Nothing sells more records than heartbreak. Let me tell ya.” 

You nodded. “You’re right, I should.” 

“Fuckin’ a, I’m right. But… if you’re that hung up on the guy, I can help you forget.” 

You frowned. “Forget… like?” 

He nodded before pulling out that white substance again. You felt uneasy about it. 

“Look, I’m right here. I won’t leave you all night. I’ll watch you take it and I’ll keep you safe,” he vowed. 

For some reason, those words, that promise to protect you, it was all you needed to trust him. Forgetting Hayden would be ideal. You’d never hurt this bad. All you did  was nod before he helped you. He poured a tiny amount on your hand, and instructed you on how to take in the substance. 

Once it hit your system, you felt funny. 

“Darren, I don’t feel so good,” you started, feeling extremely anxious.

He held onto you. “Hey, shh, shh, you’re okay. It’s fine. You’re fine. Just ride with it, love.” 

You nodded slowly and let the feelings wash over you naturally. That was all it took. The rest of the night you partied, you danced, you felt great. You weren’t thinking about Hayden at all, and it finally felt amazing to be free of all this heartbreak that had weighed you down. 

That was just the first night. 

Every night after work, you tried to find a party with Darren, or anyone in his circle and you asked for a hit. Hayden was your drug before, but now he was gone. Something had to replace him. 

The routine became the same, and you’d end up home, at the end of your high, with Hayden already in bed. He never saw you drunk, high, or anything other than straight laced heading into work, if that. 

One night though, shortly after you got your hit, you got sick to your stomach. Veronica, a mutual singer friend of Darren’s, offered to drive you home. You took her up on the offer because you were an odd mix of feeling as if you were invincible but also feeling as if you’d throw up. 

She got you home, found your keys, and got you inside. Hayden heard the commotion around 1 AM and came out ot see what was wrong. 

“Oh, hey,” Veronica greeted. “She’s kinda sick so… Who are you?” 

“I’m her roommate,” he said. 

“Ah, okay, cool. I’m gonna leave her in your capable hands then. Just wanted to make sure she got home safe.” She sat you in the chair at your dining room table and waved goodbye as she dropped your purse and key near the door. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Hayden asked as he came forward, he started to kneel in front of you but you jumped up. 

“No, not really,” you snapped while you got up. “My stomach hurts like a mother fucker. I need to lie down.” 

Hayden started to grab your shoulders so he could get a good look at you. “Hey, come here. Let me see you.”

“What? No, why? Get off me,” you ordered, wrenching away from him. 

But he got a good enough glimpse. He saw your dialated eyes and that’s all he needed. “Jesus, Y/N. Are you fucking high?” he demanded, angry. 

“Why do you fucking care?” you asked, walking around him. 

“Because I do,” he insisted. “What the hell are you doing? What are you thinking? This is really how you want to start your career? High?”

“Me being high and singing have nothing to do with each other. Last I checked, it’s not any of your fucking business what I’m doing,” you seethed as you got in his face. “It’s my life and you checked out of it a long time ago. If you were ever even in it.” 

“Of course I was in it! I supported all of your talent. I still do. I still think you can make something of yourself without having to be high as a kite to do it.” 

“You’re not my fucking parents,” you angrily reminded.

He retorted, just as angry, “I still give a fuck about you.”

“Yeah you made that very clear when you said you just wanted to be friends,” you snarled.

“What? Because we aren’t sleeping together, it means we don’t care about each other?” he asked, flabbergasted at your outrage. He was just trying to help you, trying to sort out what was going on with you, and you were so angry at him. 

“No, because you just up and left! Because we were perfect, we never fought, and then just like Jason and all of my other ex’s you just threw me away. I guess I’m only good enough to distract men, huh, just not actually commit to? Well, screw you, screw all of you. I’m good enough for Trey and that’s all I need.” 

“I never said any of that! I never said you weren’t good enough, I just said maybe we were rushing into things and I don’t want it to feel like a rebound.” 

You shook your head. “Call it whatever you want, but the bottom line is, you left!”

“So this is how you act? You get drunk every night and now you’re high. You’re never this reckless.”

“Well now I am! You know what? Fuck you, I don’t need this. I want you out. You have until tomorrow night to get the hell out. I don’t like having to answer to anyone in my own god damn home.”

“Y/N,” he stressed, sighing, exasperated.

You gave him a cold look before retreating into your room and closing the door to deal with your sick stomach.

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Can you please do hcs of atsumu, sakusa, ushiwaka and osamu with a really small and timid s/o? they really dislike crowds or anything that makes them feel unsafe and one day, they accidentally let go of their hand and when they went to find them, they get hit on by men + fluffy ending pls I hope this wasn't too much >~

tbh i relate omg im super short and i hate crowds so much but the only exception is if im in disneyland or universal studios (fuck it im gonna write a scenario where u and a haikyuu bebe go to an amusement park) ;; otherwise i’ll end up crying :< and no no omg it wasnt too much at all!!! thank u so so much for this request

ATSUMU —

aware that ur timid and dont like crowded places so whenever he plans dates its usually in a place that doesnt have a lot of crowds and stuff so hes very much aware of that

but when the chances lands on a crowded place atsumu’s senses are just SHARP

he doesnt EVER let u out of his sight and he rarely lets go of ur hand

hes just scared of what would happen to u if ur not near him or if hes not holding u u know

then this one day,, just had to come around

u and atsumu basically got squished in the middle of the ever so busy tokyo and he accidentally let go of ur hand and the panic just

STRIKES HIM

and he didnt even hear u call for him so he doesnt have any fuckin idea of where u went so homie is swimming thru the sea of people and calling ur name and is extremely stressed

like oh my god my smol and shy and timid baby is lost where tf aRE U

he found u where u originally started and u were partially surrounded by boys who are obviously from harajuku LMAO

they were just towering over u and being very weird and atsumu fuckin sped walk to where u are and shoving people around to get to u

“JESUS i thought i fucking lost u i was panicking back there”

“hey back off we got them first”

“hey why dont u shut up and leave my partner alone?” he really has no shame knowing this bitch isnt even from tokyo

he apologizes profusely for even not holding ur hand tight enough and hes just extremely guilty :^(

OSAMU —

his calm nature kinda just reminds me that he probably doesnt like crowded places either

but he asked if u wanted to go to fuji-q with him and u said sure why not bc ya kno what would be the harm of it

osamu picked the worst date and it was partially crowded and now ur like “oh great”

the roller coasters were scaring u and theres a haunted house so that would be mf fun amirite

osamu promised that he would never let u go if yall went to the haunted house and u trust him so yall go 😐

there were a couple sets of people after u and it just so happened that this one couple screams every time somebody breathes like ??

this one jumpscare scared the shit out of them and they ran past u and osamu and ended up taking osamu with them along the way and u were left alone

it was dark and scary and u feel like u were going to die inside and osamu was panicking silently and quietly but really his mind was absolute chaos

even if its dark hes trying to find a way to find u by walking in the wrong direction of the entire house

u ended up ducking behind one of the counters in the house and u just sat there waiting for osamu while the panic just grows bigger and bigger in ur chest

eventually his eyes adjust to the dark and hes checking EVERYTHING and i mean every single corner of the whole thing and hes asking the staff for help

they did not find u but osamu heard tiny sniffles and he found u just )); head buried on ur forearm bc uve been stuck there for a while

“oh baby im so sorry-”

“osamu..” u hugged him so tightly and it broke his heart seeing u like that omg :^(

throughout the day he only ever kept u super close to him ): if he could say he developed some sort of paranoia bc of that, he would

WAKATOSHI —

he likes going outside and stuff !! especially the park he likes the park but he likes it even better when ur with him <33 ik super cheesy

so new years came along and he messaged u asking if u wanted to go to the temple with him for new blessings and good luck for the year

u kept in mind that there will be a ton of people there but it eases ur mind a little knowing wakatoshi is with u and u know he’ll just stick by u the entire day

yeah well slight inconvenience when he went to go get a little snack and this little charm thingies for u, he came back and u poofed!

he doesnt think much of it but he starts looking for u while holding the charms in his hand

when he does find u, ur expression was uncomfortable bc this dude was pushing himself onto u and he just

marches right up to him and yall know this a big bitch so he just glares at the guy tbh trash talking wakatoshi would never work

he’d apologize for not taking u with him and the second he hands u the charm thingies ur smile when u see it just warms his heart so much

he thinks ur the best lucky charm in his life <33

SAKUSA —

imma keep it real simple here

but u will never catch this bitch in a crowded place like ever

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[texasthegreatdestroyer]

Just some theories and critcisms that I have the the recent two volumes.

Probably to start off from the beginning, Volume 7 was... interesting the say the least. Not that I hated it, because I didn't, I enjoyed many of the characters that they introduced to us, as well as I kinda enjoyed Penny making a come back, however I do have gripes about that, but I'll get into it a little further down the road. There was always one issue that I had with 7, and admitedly, it ruined one of the characters for me. Clover. A little bit of back story, when I first started watching 7, and Clover was properly introduced in the Dust Minds with Qrow, and the phrase "My semblance is good fortune." came out of his mouth, I instantly hated him, and for 2 main reasons. I knew the shippers were going to go crazy about it, and I just hated the potential connotations that came with it. I don't know about everyone else, but I love good and propper character growth. I was gonna be kinda pissy if they spent a whole volume trying to build Qrow's character up, only to solve his whole character arc by making his depression magically go poof with friendship, and that friend having a semblance to combat his own. Not matter what people want to believe, that's not good character growth. Genuinely sit down and think of the message behind that. It might as well be implying that if you can find that one person who builds you up, all of your problems will go away, and speaking from real life experience, it is not a good idea to have your happiness revolve around a singular person, because you never know when that person can back stab you, or just kick rocks.

What really broke my heart is that it took RT killing him off for me to actually take a deep look at Clover as a character for me to realize that I actually like him as a character, I just hated how they used him for plot device towards Qrow's developement. As much as I now like Clover, I'm glad that RT killed him off, because in the long run, it was better off that way for Qrow's sake, and again, the implications of their friend ship aren't entirely healthy, and is kind of ignorant to how much of an issue things like depression is. That shit doesn't just go away just because a person is introduced into the mix. In part it's also why I don't like Fair Game as a ship, because while cute in concept, it gets boring with a lot of the content that get's produced as it's mostly happy, cute, good times. It lacks in any real complexity because it's all honestly just cookie cutter romance, and it's not really all that fun to take in. In addition to that, the main issues I had mentioned before come into play. The idea that one person is so perfect while the other is fucked up in the head, that the fucked up one is heavily emotionally reliant on the other which is in fact not a healthy relationship for either member, and it would be terrifying to see how Qrow would pull himself together if he's even able to, in a scenario where they were long time romantic partners, and suddenly Clover just up and kicked rocks, or the relationship fell a part. In all honesty, it would potentially just destroy him. In general, I just think the lucky semblance thing was a dumb idea all together. I see why they did it in the grand scheme of things, but it annoyed me.

Then of course there's Robin. Let's be real, her semblance is story wrecking levels of broken. Like come on RT. Lie Detector semblance??? Really??? That is a power no mortal should ever have, and there's so many times that Robin could have broken the whole ass story just with the touch of another person's hand. (And no, just because Harriet didn't take her hand in Vol. 8 doesn't make the semblance concept any less stupid. If anything, it just makes it worse, because it shows that Harriet can't be trusted to act rationally in a situation she should realistically be able to act diplomatically towards. Grief is not an excuse when you're on the job.) I have the same issues with her that I had with Clover, it's that her semblance is damn near unneccessary.

Now to go into Volume 8, but not before giving a genuine criticism towards the whole series of RWBY. Why is it that the majority of the antagonistic characters have tragic back stories. Roman Torchwick was the only one who didn't have that sort of back story, and he wasn't even the main set of antags. Then of course there's Neo, but what good does that actually do when that's exactly what her future drives end up being is the tragic tale of her losing a close friend and associate. With Cinder, they pulled no punches, and oh my god, the song that goes with it. Like my god RT, could you slap the veiwers any harder with your dick obviousness? I hate that they gave easily the 2nd most fucked up character a sob story. It wasn't neccessary. The only good thing about it was when Wattz used her tragic past against her to put her in her place. There's no need to humanize someone who is so driven by hatred like that, as she's done so much fucked up shit to the main cast of characters that most if not all people wouldn't bat an eyelash at her, because it doesn't change her decision to intentionally be sadistic. And while on the topic of a Maiden, let's move to another. Penny. Volume 8 did her dirty. I'm all for bringing a character back, and I'm all for killing off a character for plot purpose, but the two don't fucking mix. Penny's death was redundant and unneccessary. What was the point of giving her a human body if she was just going to die within that same day? What was the point of bringing her back again if she was just going to die? Again? There's two routs RT should have taken. Either they should have killed her vol. 3 and had her stay dead, or she shouldn't have died in vol. 3, continued on as normal, and only then should she have died in vol. 8. Option number 2 is the ladder. I get what RT was trying to do with Penny's death, and I think it was a good concept, but god damn, this is Dragon Ball, we don't need redundant, pointless deaths. At least in vol. 8, there was a purpose behind Penny's death, but in vol. 3, Penny's death was more so unneccessary, and was only used to be a maryr for Ruby's cause. In fairness to them, you can't really expect them to fix what they had done years ago, but with full knowledge that this is what their plot meant they would have to do, they should have reconsidered the handing of their events for either Vol. 8, or both Vol 8 and 7 by removing Penny from it entirely.

Some additional criticisms that don't hold a lot of weight in the over all quality of the show, and more just some missed opportunities. Okay, so remember that whole speil Nora went on about having to find herself before she could be with Ren? Yeeeeeah, so why was it again that Jean had to be the one to fall into the abyss and not Nora or Ren??? Just putting that out there. If Nora and Ren needed to be seperate long enough for Nora to figure herself out, there's no real reason that they couldn't act on this. Because now instead, they're going to have to lean on each other even more so when news comes to them that the majority of their friends just got fucking dusted, and so they'll most likely be grieving together under the pretences that their friends are dead. Speaking of the abyss, fan theory time.

From what we've seen of this abyss that everyone has fallen into, it seems to be a fairly habitable pocket demention. With enough work, a civilization could possibly grow there. Where am I going with this? Well what do we know about Salem? She's a force to be reckoned with who could very potentially kill off the whole world with or without the help of the gods. We also know that she's immortal and cannot be killed. That doesn't however mean she can't be stopped. That's where the pocket demension comes into play. How do you fight off an immortal, blood thirsty, angry ex wife? By taking away everything she has to destroy in her path. You can't cause a mass genocide if there's no one to kill. And so that's where the pocket demension comes into play. What if that's how they stop Salem? By just leaving Remnant behind completely? They could take the staff back, and move all of Remnant's population into this dimension, and start new. In addition to that, they would need to take the staff of creation with them, meaning so much for collecting all four relics to blow up the planet. Now of course, there are some flaws with this theory, mainly in regards to carrying capacity of the area around them, rather or not the area is truly as inhabitable as it appears, and how safe the it actually is to live there. It's just more fodder for thought. What is RT planning with this pocket demension? Why are they so excited about Vol. 9 in regards to this? I'm really interested in how they're going about this, and hopefully the do a good job with it.

Anyways, those are just my thoughts on RWBY so far. Hopefully Vol. 9 does make up for the haphazard ending that was Vol. 8

#rwby spoilers

[confetti-bones]

Desire

Jungkook X Demon Reader

Genre: smut, comedy, angst kinda not really, this stories kinda on crack as well tbh

Warnings: language, smut

A/n: Hey so this fic was made out of me wanting to write a demon fic in some way and practice writing smut cus I’m pretty bad, so here you go, hope you all enjoy!

      You sigh as you lay in bed in complete comfort. Nothing beats the luxuries of laying in bed, I mean except for sex of course but that’s just because your an incubus. You were basically made by the devil himself to fuck the living daylight out of people who summon you.

     As you lay in bed, you felt a familiar feeling crawl through your body. Your being summoned. I wonder who it is this time? Some creep, someone innocent? You get all kinds of people summoning you.

     You quickly get up from bed and get ready. Noticing what looked to be a diary on your table. This must be what they sacraficed I’ll have to look at that later. You then walk out your door, which is now like a freaky portal thing that you can use when you get summoned by the way. You always enjoy the faces of horror you get when you step out of your portal.

     As soon as you walked through, you were met by a shocked man on the ground looking at your in horror.

A shocked handsome man on the ground looking at you in horror to be specific. You glance around the room you’re in and take notice that it looks to be a cheap apartment. Usually one that college kids live in, and looking at the man currently on the ground screaming, you’re pretty sure it’s safe to assume that he’s college age. Thank Satan, your not really into fucking underage kids, it’s not like your a pedophile.

    As you glanced around you heard what you assumed was the handsome man speaking now,

   “Who are you? What are you? Why are you in my apartment? What’s with the freaky portal?” Okay, lots of questions from this guy, he must not be a believer. You sigh before walking past the poor quivering boy and take a seat on his couch.

    “I’m Y/n, you summoned me,” you simply state, now looking down at your recently done nails In boredom. Petra did a really good job on these. I should ask for her again.

   “I summoned you? But demons arnt real?!” The poor man says, sitting up on the floor and crossing his legs. He didn’t look too terrified anymore which was a good sign.

    “Well sorry to tell you this kiddo but we are. Now where are we fucking?” You ask, excitely clapping your hands together and smiling.

The man looks as you with a face full of shock and confusion.

“What?” He asks, scooting backwards from you.

   “Oh? Are you not aware?” You tilt your head and smirk at the boy before getting up from his couch and moving to squat in front of him.

    “You summoned an incubus sweetheart,” you say, licking your lips sensually. The man’s eyes widen and he scoots even further back.

“What! Well I don’t want to have sex with you so can you just please go away?” The boy asks you. You shake your head at this and sigh,

“Sadly I can’t, as soon as you sacrificed your diary we became bound together, the only way I can leave is if we have sex,” you say, eyeing the boy curiously. Something about his aura is so pure. It makes you want to taint him.

“Can I have my diary back at least?” Jungkook asks. You shake your head, “sorry, it’s mine now” you shrug,

“Can we fuck now or what? Also what’s your name?” You ask, standing up from your spot on the floor.

“No we can’t, and my name is Jungkook” Jungkook states.

“Why not? You a virgin or something?” You pout. Jungkook awkwardly looks away and you cant help but laugh at the man,

“Ah, that explains why your auras so pure,” you say, walking back over to his couch and laying down on it.

“Anyway, just let me know whenever your ready, were tied together now so it’s not like I’m going to leave you alone kook” you say, giving the boy a small smile. Jungkook sighs and shakes his head before getting up from his spot on the floor and grabbing what looked like it was supposed to be holy water off his coffee table.

“Is that supposed to be holy water?” You ask, curiously gazing at the bottle. Jungkook enthusiastically nods his head,

“Yeah, I made it myself. So go away before I have to use it on you,” you raise an eyebrow at this and glance down at the bottle before looking back at the man’s face,

“No offense kid, but if you made it yourself, I highly doubt it works; also I haven’t even touched you so there’s no reason for you to use that stuff on me” you say.

“Yeah, but I don’t want you to take my soul” Jungkook states, crossing his arms. You laugh and shake your head.

“I’m not gonna take your soul, I’m just gonna taint your aura a bit. The only way I’ll take your soul is if we fuck like three or four times.” You state.

“Well I’m not having sex with you so just please leave, don’t taint my aura whatever that means.” You switch your position from laying down to sitting up on the boys couch and stretch your arms out.

“Alright, I’ll leave for today, this has gotten boring. Expect me back tomorrow though. Bye kookie” you say, waving your hand at the boy and smiling.

You’re then gone with a poof. You would of used your creepy portal, but you don’t think walking through his door to leave would look very cool so you decided this was the better way to go.

You then grab Jungkooks diary and hop on your bed. I wonder what this thing says.

…………………………………………………………………….

The next day you walk through your portal bright and early to give Jungkook a good scare. Maybe today you can convince him to fuck you, after all you did give him the rest of the night to think it over.

As soon as you entered your portal, you step out right in front of a screaming Jungkook while he lays in bed.

“Ah why do you have to scream do you know what time it is?” You ask, covering your ears from the window shattering screech of the man.

As soon as Jungkook relizes it’s you he stops screaming and cutely pouts at you.

“Why’d you have to come through with that creepy demon portal? And why are you here so early?” Jungkook asks. You just laugh and shake your head at the male before getting on the bed and straddling poor innocent Jungkook.

“I came early because I thought you’d be interested in morning sex. It’s not my preferred time, but it’ll do” you say, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. Jungkook sighs and shakes his head.

“Y/n, I told you I don’t want to have sex with you. Now get off of me”

“Why not?” You pout, trying to act cute; remembering something about Jungkook writing about how he likes cute girls in his diary.

“I’m busy, and I said no please get off,” Jungkook says. You sigh and stare at Jungkooks face for a few seconds before slowly getting off of him.

“What are you busy with?” You ask, watching Jungkook get up from his bed and head to his dresser to grab clothes to wear.

“I have class and I’m going to get food with some of my friends,” Jungkook states before turning back to you.

“Now will you get out? I need to change” you shake your head, and bite your lip eyeing the boys body.

“Why don’t you put on a show for me? I do like a good strip tease every once and awhile,” you say smirking. Jungkook shakes his head and looks completely done with you.

“Just get out please,” you then stand from the bed and walk to the door opening it. Before you leave you turn back to Jungkook and smile,

“Only because you asked nicely” you wink, before stepping fully out of the room and closing the door entirely, to give the male some privacy.

After Jungkook got dressed he made breakfast for the two of you surprisingly, and left to go to class. But being the persistent incubus that you are, you decided to follow him to class.

“Why did you follow me? I don’t think you can be here,” Jungkook says sighing as he digs his computer out of his bag getting ready for his lecture.

“It’s fine,” you say sticking your legs out so they rest on top of the desk that your sat at.

“Nobody can see me except for you,” you state,

“Oh. Can they hear me talking to you and stuff though?” Jungkook asks, glancing at you curiously. You violently nod your head at this and smile,

“Yep, so you probably look like an insane person talking to their self right now,” you say. Jungkooks eyes widen at this and he glances around checking to see how many classmates of his heard him ’ talking to himself ’ and you giggle.

Eventually the lecture started so you sat boredly sighing as Jungkooks professor went on about Satan knows what.

Once Jungkooks lecture was over, Jungkook left the classroom with you following closely behind.

As Jungkook walked down the hallway he accidentally bumped into a cute looking girl and his face instantly heated up.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you!” Jungkook says a little too loudly. You raise an eyebrow at this feeling curious as to why Jungkook is suddenly very shy. Is this the type of girl he likes?

“Oh it’s okay Jungkook, it was an accident. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” the cute girl says, sweetly smiling and the boy. Jungkook furiously nods his head and cutely smiles at the girl. How come he doesn’t smile at me like that? I’ve been pretty nice to him so far; you think puffing out your cheeks and death glaring at the girl. Sadly you’re invisible so she can’t see it, but hopefully she can feel it in spirit.

The cute girl then apologises one more time before walking away leaving you and Jungkook alone together.

“So you want to fuck her but not me?” You ask, gazing at the male curiously. Jungkook gulps and turns to look at you,

“What makes you think that?” Jungkook asks, glancing around nervously.

“Hmm, I don’t know maybe, how you blushed, got overly loud, or maybe because you wrote about it in your diary,” you shrug. Jungkooks eyebrows instantly raise up in shock and embarrassment,

“You read my diary!” Jungkook yells, causing some people in the hallway to glance at Jungkook curiously; and others like he’s crazy.

“Uh yeah, you sacrificed it to me, it’s mine now. I’m allowed to read it, Jungkookie” you say, acting like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Jungkook sighs and shakes his head,

“Maybe I really should try using my holy water on you,” you dramatically gasp at this and look at the man offended,

“You wouldn’t dare!” You yell, pointing a figure at Jungkook accusingly.

“Oh but I would,” Jungkook smirks, looking at you as if he’s just won a battle.

“Oh hey Jungkook!” You hear a deep voice yell. You then turn over to see a handsome man running twords the two of you with a boxy grin on his face. Once he gets closer to the two of you he slows down before stopping right in front of Jungkook.

“Hey, you ready to get food?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook enthusiastically nods his head smiles.

“Yeah I’m ready,” Jungkook says, already starting to walk down the hallway again. You and Taehyung follow the male as makes his way to an exit.

“Oh yeah, also Jungkook,” Taehyung says; Jungkook looks over at Taehyung curiously.

“What’s up?” Jungkook asks.

“Why were you talking to yourself earlier?” Taehyung asks. Jungkook tenses and gulps before glancing over at you. You wave and wink at the boy staying silent.

“Um, you must of imagined it,” Jungkook says nervously, glancing anywhere but his friend.

“But you yelled something about your diary,” Taehyung says, looking at the man curiously. Jungkook shakes his head and walks out the exit, heading to the restaurant they were going to eat at.

“Nope I wasn’t, must of been your imagination, as I said” Jungkook firmly states.

“If you say so,” Taehyung shrugs, deciding to just take his friends word for it.

Eventually the three of you make it to the restaurant. Taehyung and Jungkook easily find their friends sat at a booth and slide in next to them. You sit down next to Jungkook and decide now would be good time to mess with him while he’s with his friends.

As Jungkook talked to his friends you put your hand on his thigh, causing the man to tense up. You slowly slide your hand further up his thigh and gave it a squeeze. Jungkook sharply took in a breath of air, and took a bite of his food trying his best to listen to the story Hoseok was telling about his dance partner. As soon as your hand was dangerously close to his crotch he shot up from his seat and announced that he needed to use the bathroom; all of his friends curiously watched him walk away before turning back to their conversation; and you follow Jungkook into the bathroom.

“Yah, Y/n what do you think you were doing?!” Jungkook practically yells.

“Hmm, I was trying to get you in the mood,” you say, stepping close to the male.

Jungkook sighs and takes a step away from you before glaring.

“Do you have to do things like this when were out in public, with my friends of all people?” Jungkook pouts.

“You never know, you could really like it. Don’t knock it till you try it as they say,” you say glancing around the room to find it’s empty. You then walk to the bathroom door and lock it so no one else can come in and inturupt you two.

“Hey I mean, if you don’t want to fuck here we could try one of the classrooms at your school, or we could just fuck in front of all your friends; maybe they’d be down to join. I wouldn’t mind they are pretty attractive,” you say, biting your lip and feeling a wave of excitement rush through your core.

“No, no and definitely not,” Jungkook says, crossing his arms and shaking his head. You pout and step closer to Jungkook.

“You wont even let me suck you off? I swear, I can make you cum quick and then you can be off to see your friends and act as if nothing happened,” you offer. Jungkook sighs and shakes his head.

“Will you please just go away for a bit Y/n,” Jungkook asks you pleadingly.

You sigh and nod, glancing at the boy for a few seconds to make sure he really wants you to leave. I have followed him around all day, I guess I could give him some time.

“Fine. Just so you know I’ll be gone for a few days, I have demon things to attend to,” you say, Jungkook raises his eyebrow at this curiously,

“What does that mean?” He asks. You smirk at the boy, feeling happy about his curiosity,

“Aw, are you interested in me Jungkook?” you gush, Jungkook scoffs and looks away from you,

“No, I’m just surprised to hear that you have other things to do except for bother me,” Jungkook says, causing you to smile at the male. Cute.

“Well, if you must know, you’re not the only person thats ever summoned me. I have other people’s needs I have to fulfill as well,” you say.

“Anyway, goodbye pretty boy, I’ll see you in a few days,” and with that you vanished from the males sight.

……………………………………………………………………

After a few days you’re finally back to bother Jungkook and hopefully fuck him. Your work with your other clients left you pretty satisfied, and your happy to say that you also got to see one of Jungkooks close friends on one of those days.

You sigh as you lay on Jungkooks couch, watching him type away on his computer working on an essay for one of his classes.

“C'mon Kookie, you must be stressed. Let me help you, a good orgasm never hurt anyone,” you say, watching the male waiting for a response only to receive nothing. He must be ignoring you. You then get up from the couch and walk over to stand behind Jungkook where he’s sat; and put your hands on his shoulders. You start rubbing his shoulders and his arms giving him goosebumps. You then put your mouth close to his neck and give him a small peck. Jungkook shivers and raises his shoulders trying to get you to stop.

“Y/n, stop I need to work on this,” Jungkook says, relaxing his shoulders again. You sigh and put your lips back on the column of Jungkooks neck, giving him open mouthed kisses and occasionally sucking on his neck leaving small hickey’s.

As you kissed his neck Jungkook let out a small moan when you found his sweet spot, smirking you concentrate on sucking his neck and giving him some pleasure. Jungkook stops typing on his laptop and quietly moans again before turning to you and stopping your ministrations.

“Y/n seriously, I need to focus on this,” Jungkook says causing you to frown.

“Oh c'mon, this is the farthest we’ve ever gotten, can’t this continue?” You beg, Jungkook shakes his head.

“You know what, you left me no choice,” Jungkook says digging his phone out. You watch him curiously as he type something on his phone before setting it down and smirking at you.

“What did you do?” You ask curiously.

“I called in some excorcists,” Jungkook proudly states.

After about twenty minutes, the excorcists knock on Jungkooks door. Jungkook sends another smirk your way before opening the door with a smile,

“Seokjin, Namjoon come in!” Jungkook says, gesturing for the two men to enter his apartment. You tilt your head in confusion and glance between the three men. These guys are the excorcists? Their just Jungkooks friends that he went to eat with the other day. Their attempts on an exorcism is probably about at good as Jungkooks attempt to make holy water.

“So where’s the incubus you’ve mentioned?” Namjoon asks, glancing around Jungkooks apartment curiously. Now that you look at Seokjin and Namjoon even more closely the two of them looked ridiculous. Their both clad in cheap holloween knockoffs of priest costumes. They really went all out for this huh?

Jungkook points to the couch where you’re currently sat.

“She’s sitting on the couch right now,” Jungkook says, looking proud of himself. He must really believe in these guys.

“Seokjin do you have the x200-1000gd reader?” Namjoon asks. Seokjin nods his head and grabs the device from a bag he was carrying that you apperantly didn’t notice till now.

“Yep I have the whatcha call it demon talking thingy,” Seokjin says happily. Namjoon sighs and shakes his head, looking disappointed in the older male,

“It’s calls the x200-1000gd,” Namjoon stays matter of factly.

“A watcha call it demon talking thingy is what it’s called,” Seokjin states just as seriously. You glance between the two males as they ridiculously argued about the name before looking over at Jungkook.

“These are your excorcists?” You ask, pointing at the two males with an unimpressed look on your face. Jungkook sighs and nods before turning to the two older boys,

“Guys can you help me now or what?” Jungkook asks, growing slightly impatient. Seokjin and Namjoon furiously nod their heads before stepping twords the couch and turning on the x200 huh? Seokjin’s right, whatcha call it demon talking thingy is so much better; They should honestly brand it.

As soon as they turned on the device it made the loudest most annoying noise ever.

“Ah is this noise even needed?” Jungkook asks.

“Uh yeah, haven’t you ever watched BuzzFeed unsolved? It goes through radio frequencies looking for paranormal activity. Of course this annoying sound is necessary,” Namjoon states. Maybe I should try talking to them? Or better yet I should just freak them out.

“So what exactly are you going to do to her once you get in contact?” Jungkook asks.

“We’re going to chant some stuff we found when we searched how to exorcise a demon on wikiHow.” Seokjin says, before digging through his bag and pulling out a folded up paper,

“Here I printed it out, you can look at if you want to help. I know you made holy water,” Seokjin says, handing the paper over to Jungkook. Jungkook grabs the paper from Seokjin’s hand and unfolds it looking over the paper in hand and nodding his head.

“This looks ligit,” Jungkook says smiling, Seokjin nods his head enthusiastically at this,

“I know right!” Namjoon coughs, stopping the two men from talking anymore,

“Alright let’s get down to business,”

……………………………………………………………………

“I seriously can’t believe you did that,” Jungkook says, obviously upset.

“Well I’m sorry what did you expect! They used wikiHow and the x200- uh the whatcha call it demon talking thingyTM, how was I supposed to take it seriously,” you say, following Jungkook around his room as gets dressed nicely.

It’s been a few days since the whole exorcism event, and you can’t say it ended well. As the two ’ exorcists ’ were trying to get rid of you, decided to show yourself and do this freaky thing where you turn your eyes black and have black blood bleed from them. It really freaked them out, they ran out of Jungkooks apartment faster then you can say Satan.

“So anyway, what are you getting all dressed up nicely for?” You ask curiously, watching Jungkook trying to get his hair to look nice in the mirror. After a few seconds you walk up to him and fix it the way he wants kindly smiling.

“There, you were really struggling huh?” You say teasingly.

“I’m going out on a date,” Jungkook says, looking at himself in the mirror.

“Oh? I didn’t take you as the type to want to go out on a date before you fuck type of guy but I’ll oblige,” you say cheekily. Jungkook glances over at you and then back at himself in the mirror,

“I’m not taking you on a date. Remember the girl that I bumped into in the hallway? It’s with her” Jungkook says, smoothing out any wrinkles in his clothes before deciding he looked good enough.

“What! Then come here and let me ruin your hair, if I knew I was helping you look nice for a date with her I wouldn’t have helped,” you pouted. Jungkook smiles at you and grabs his wallet and keys before walking to his front door,

“Too late, bye Y/n,” Jungkook says, walking out the door and locking it; leaving you inside his apartment by yourself. That bastard.

After a few weeks Jungkook still goes on dates with that girl. Every advance that you make on the boy is completely ignored, much to your dismay.

Jungkook also bought himself a new diary to write in. He won’t let you see what’s in it but from the few times you curiously glanced over his shoulder while he was writing in it you could tell he was talking about the cute girl he’s been going on dates with. It’s honestly been completely annoying you how much time hes been spending with her. There’s also the fact that anything she does with him leaves him a mess; like c'mon, the two of you have been together longer yet you haven’t even gotten to fuck him yet and here she is smiling at him and his knees give out! How is that fair!

Not to mention your sure that he doesn’t want to deal with you being around him for the rest of his life, so he really should just fuck you now so you can get going. You have other clients to please after all; there’s auras to taint and souls to take and you’ve barely gotten any of it except for when you fucked one of Jungkooks friends like a week ago.

As you sat on Jungkooks couch, as you usually do waiting for him. He finally comes back from one of his dates with that girl. But this time he doesn’t look super happy. What happened?

“Hey Jungkook you alright?” You ask concerned. Jungkook sighs and plops down next to you on the couch.

“She broke up with me,” Jungkook says quietly. Your eyes widen at this and you look at Jungkook feeling concerned,

“Are you okay? Do you know why?” You ask, searching the males face curiously.

“I don’t know, she just up and dumped me for no reason,” Jungkook shrugs. You bite your lip and look and the sad man before you.

“You’re obviously sad, do you want me to do something to cheer you up?” You ask, genuinely wanting to help make the sad man feel better. Jungkook looks over at you and glares,

“No Y/n, I’m not in the mood for one of your uplifting blowjobs that you always mention. Just go away will you?” Jungkook says.

“Jungkook that’s not what I was suggesting, I actually want to help make you feel better,” you say, feeling a little upset for some reason unknown to you.

For once you don’t feel like you need to do anything sexual to make someone feel better, you want to just to do something to show you care. You care? About Jungkook? Huh, do you? Your a demon, born to Satan, how could you care about a lowly mortal like Jungkook? You probably don’t care, you don’t think you care at least.

“Y/n just go, please,” Jungkook says, coldly. You sigh and stand from your seat on the couch.

“Alright well if you need anything, just call for me. I’ll come” you say, softly smiling at the sad man.

The next day you decide to check up on Jungkook to see how he’s doing with the whole break up thing. You saw on tv once that humans like to go get ice cream to cheer up after breakups so if he’s still upset your planning to suggest going to an ice cream shop.

As soon as you step through your portal all ready to talk to Jungkook and see how he is, your met with an unusual sight.

Today Jungkook has a guest, and normally that wouldn’t be that big of deal, you’ve been around when he’s had guests before but this time it’s different. This time his guest is one of your clients. Someone you’ve slept with two times now. Jungkooks dear friend Park Jimin.

Now normally this wouldn’t be a big deal, you’d think oh he probably won’t see her she’s invisible to everyone except Jungkook unless if she decides otherwise! Wrong! All your clients can see you.

So as soon as you stepped through your portal into Jungkooks house your eyes met Jimins and you felt like you were done for. You’re sure Jungkook won’t be too happy when he finds out you’ve tainted his dear friends aura on multiple occasions.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” Jimin says, standing from his spot on the couch next to Jungkook. Jungkook glances between the two of you with wide eyes not understanding what’s happening.

“I’m here to visit Jungkook of course. How are you feeling now?” You ask tensily.

“Y/n how do you know Jimin?” Jungkook asks, curiously. You sigh and look between the two.

“Um, both of you are clients,” you say. Jungkook looks over at Jimin then back to you,

“Jimins one of your clients! Have you slept with him?” Jungkook asks. You slowly nod your head.

“Uh yeah, like twice now,” you say, Jimin nods his head and looks over at Jungkook,

“I summoned her a couple weeks ago. It looks like you summoned her to though huh. My little Jungkookies no longer innocent!” Jimin says, throwing arms around Jungkook like a proud parent. Jungkook shrugs Jimin off of him and shakes his head.

“I haven’t done anything with her, I refuse to,” Jungkook states seriously. Jimin looks between the two of you curiously,

“Why not? She’s great,” Jimin says, smiling. you smile back at the handsome man glad to hear you satisfied him.

“Because she’s an incubus!” Jungkook says, as if its the most obvious thing in the world.

“And you said this happened only a couple weeks ago! Y/n you knew Jimin is my friend why’d you have sex with him?” Jungkook asks, you shrug your shoulders and look at the curious male,

“Jungkook, it’s my job. Jimin summoned me. I was literally created by Satan himself, to fuck people. I don’t know what to tell you,” you say, Jungkook just looks at you silently for a few seconds with an angry expression on his face.

“Y/n, just get out,” Jungkook says causing you to sigh and roll your eyes,

“Oh come on, you’re always telling me to leave you alone, am I really that bad to be around? Jimin sure seems like he doesn’t mind my amazing precense,” you say, gesturing your hand twords the male sat next to Jungkook. Jimin awkwardly smiles and puts both his hands up in surrender,

“Please don’t include me in your argument,” Jimin says. Jungkook looks at you coldly and nods his head,

“Yeah you are that bad to be around so just go,” you shake your head,

“If I’m so bad to be around why haven’t you fucked me yet?! I’ve made it pretty clear the only way to get rid of me is to have sex, but you refuse,” you state, feeling anger starting to bubble in your chest. Why isn’t he getting it! If he hates me sooo much just fuck me already so I can be on my marry way.

Jungkook just shakes his head and sighs looking away from you.

“I think I’m gonna get going now, see you Jungkook; and Y/n I’ll see you next time I summon you yeah?” Jimin says, you nod your head and smile at the male, before crossing your arms and staring back at Jungkook.

Once Jimin left Jungkooks house, Jungkook and you stayed in your spots silently glaring at each other.

“Fine,” Jungkook says, getting up from his spot on the couch.

“Fine what?” You ask, still glaring at the male.

“Let’s have sex, I don’t want to be around you anymore,” Jungkook states. You nod your head,

“I think it’s safe to say the same for me,” you say.

“Now where are we doing this thing, I’m fine with anywhere,” you say, glancing around the man’s house.

“My room,” Jungkook says before walking to his bedroom. You silently follow the male and close the door behind you once you’re in his room before making your way over to him.

The two of you stare at each other awkwardly unsure of what to do,

“Your a virgin right? How do you want it, sweet? Rough?” You ask, pushing the male down so he’s sat on his bed. Jungkook nervously gulps at you and looks around the room.

“I just want it over with,” he says. You nod your head and move your face close to his, looking for any sign of him wanting you to stop.

After showing no sign what so ever you put your lips on his, pulling him into a sweet kiss. Giving the male some time to get used to your kisses after a couple of minutes you swipe your tounge across his lips causing the male to quietly moan. You smile at this before wrestling your toungue with his after he gives you access in his mouth. As the two of you make out your hands found their way on to his chest, feeling the firmness before moving their way down to his crotch and giving his cock a good squeeze, already feeling him slightly harden in your hand.

You detach your lips from his and smile before kissing his neck. Going for his sweet spot, causing the male to sigh out in pleasure. Jungkooks hands find their way to your ass giving you a good squeeze as you gave him butterfly kisses all over his neck.

Pecking the handsome man one more time you drop to your knees in front of him.

“I want to suck you off,” you say, undoing his belt and trying your best to get his pants off. Jungkook bites his lip before lifting his hips up and helping you remove his pants and underwear. Once the males lower half was exposed to you, you felt your mouth water at the sight.

His cock was long and thick and beautiful. You look up at the male and seductively lick your lips before taking his cock into hand and pumping him a few times.

You then put the head in your mouth and suck at it. The male above you moaned and started to pant as he looked at you from above.

“Please don’t tease me,” Jungkook says, biting his lip. You feel yourself well up in pride from how much your already effecting the male, before relaxing your throat and trying to take as much of him in as you can.

Jungkook moans out as you bob your head up and down his cock. You feel a wave of excitement go straight to your core from the sounds Jungkooks making.

You pull your mouth off him and start pumping him with your hand while you suck on his balls.

“Fuck Y/n, feels so good,” Jungkook pants. You move from his balls back to his cock sucking on him like there’s no tomorrow.

You move your head as far you can go before swallowing around him.

“I’m close,” Jungkook says, hands gripping the sheets of his bed.

As you sucked him off Jungkooks hips involuntary thrusted deeper into your throat causing you to gag around him. You grab his hips and hold him down as you swallow around him multiple times trying to get him closer to his climax.

After a few more minutes, Jungkook loudly moans and cums in your mouth. You happily swallow the bitter taste of his cum and pull your mouth off his cock smiling innocently at him.

“Think you can cum for me once more?” You ask curiously. Jungkook pants, looking completely fucked out already,

“I- I don’t know,” Jungkook says,

“Oh come on, I haven’t even got to ride you yet,” you pout. Jungkook looks down at you and bites his lip before slowly nodding his head,

“Yeah okay I can try,” Jungkook says. You smile at the male and take off all your clothes except for your bra,

“You want to help me with my bra or am I just leaving this on?” You ask teasingly, looking at the way Jungkooks eyes widen as he stares at you in lust. Jungkook nods his head and you turn around moving your hair to the side so it wasn’t in the way.

You feel Jungkook shakily breath as he fumbles with your bra clasps before finally getting it off. You turn around and smile at the male again before grabbing the Hem of his shirt and start pulling it off,

“Let’s get this off you then,” once his shirt was off you throw it some where else in the room and looked at Jungkook appreciatively.

“Your such a handsome man you know? I’m surprised you’re still a virgin,” you say biting your lip.

“Can you lay down on the bed for me Jungkook?” You ask. Jungkook nervously nods his head and lays down, cock already hard again.

You get on top of the male and straddle him aligning his cock with your entrance.

“You ready?” You ask, looking the male in the eyes. Jungkook nods his head, so you slowly descend down on his cock, letting him adjust to the new feeling before starting to bounce up and down on him.

The both of you moan, enjoying the feeling of each other.

“Feels good kookie?” You ask breathlessly. Jungkook furiously nods his head and moans shutting his eyes because of the pleasure your bringing him.

After a few more minutes of grinding and bouncing on Jungkooks cock, Jungkook grabs your hips and thrusts up into you, instantly hitting your spot causing you to moan out.

“Ah, right the Jungkook, fuck, please!” You say, gasping out at the feeling of him going deeper in you. Jungkook moans and nods his head continuously thrusting in you from below. You throw your head back in pleasure and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you say. Jungkook then takes one of his hands off your hips and squeezes one of your breasts, playing with your nipples.

“Ah, cuming!” You yell out, squeezing around Jungkook.

Once you came down from your high you watch Jungkook as he thrusts into you from below before coming for a second time. Shooting his warm cum into you.

When he finished you got off of him and laid down beside him smiling,

“See that wasn’t to bad was it?” You ask. Jungkook sighs and nods,

“I guess not, and I don’t feel any different. You really didn’t take my soul now did you?” Jungkook asks curiously. You shake your head,

“I just tainted your aura a bit,” you respond. Jungkook slowly nods his head, and gets up grabbing a clean cloth to help clean you up a bit.

“And now that we’ve had sex you’ll leave me alone?” Jungkook asks. You nod your head,

“Yep, unless you summon me again of course,” You say.

“Well don’t expect that to happen ever again. Sorry to say this but I cant say being around you was a great experience,” Jungkook says.

“Oh, I don’t take offense to that at all, can’t say I enjoyed you either,” you say, smiling. For some reason your heart slightly hurts from this but you decide to ignore it. Your an incubus, a demon. No feelings are allowed for a human what so ever.

“Well I guess I best be on my way. I’ll see you maybe,” you say, getting up and putting your clothes on. You then flash Jungkook one last smile, bidding the male farewell before disappearing before his eyes.

“Goodbye Y/n,”

Masterlist 

#Bts Jungkook #jeon jungkook #Jungkook smut #Jungkook X Reader Smut #jungkook x reader

[seokmattchuus]

Studio - Seungyoun

A/n: Hi, I miss uniq, so here’s a gif from forever the fuck ago when they were actually promoting. Also, this is kinda eh? Someone wanted studio sex, and like, I couldn’t think of anything? But I have another one for him coming up soon that doesn’t specify anything so that one will probably be a lot better. Oops.

- Requested -

“So, if you’re so set on staying here, I can go home, right?” You smirked, watching as he slammed his pen against the sheet, a small scribble over the previous lyrics he just wrote.

You knew you were playing with fire at this point, but where’s the fun in stopping? If this was the only way he’d finally pay attention to you, where was the harm in keeping it up?

Seungyoun was the one that dragged you to his studio, what did he expect? He knew how easily you got bored, and of course you being bored, you kept interrupting.

“I mean, you don’t plan on leaving.” You started, fighting for your argument despite his stare. “We’ve been here since like, seven, and it’s about to be seven.” You sighed. 

“You agreed to come.” He sighed, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “How are you even gonna get home?”

“I can ca-”

“Nope.”

“What about a ta-”

“Nope.”

“So you’re just refusing to let me leave?”

“Pretty much.” He smiled, picking his pen back up. “Wait one more hour, I promise we’ll go.” He sighed again, scribbling over some words here and there. “I just promised Wenhan I’d write this song for him.”

“He won’t even be back-”

You were cut off with another glare, this one more threatening than the other.

“I said ‘wait’.” He warned. “If you can make it, you can have whatever you want.”

“Anything I want?” You smirked and he scoffed with a smirk. 

“You’re so easy.”

-

It had been thirty minutes and you were practically counting down the seconds until you could leave because it was as if he fucking knew what he was doing.

He’d stretch his neck while groaning, rubbing his hand along the back of it. Breathe out small curses while he crossed out lyrics. Bounce his thigh while he brought the end of the pen to his lips, slowly closing them around it.

Half of you wanted to play along, but you weren’t even sure if he was doing it on purpose.

Then again, who’s to say you aren’t gonna accidentally start teasing too?

“Baby~” You whined, your head falling on his shoulder while you trailed your finger along his thigh, smirking when it stopped bouncing.

“We still have thirty minutes, don’t start.” He reminded.

“I’m not starting anything, I’m just bored.” You defended, your finger trailing closer up his thigh, biting your lip as he sucked in a breath.

“Then move your hand.” 

“Why?” You pouted, as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he grabbed your hand, placing it your own lap.

“Be a good girl and go sit on the couch before I snap.” His tone left no room for argument, and you complied with a huff, getting and moving to plop yourself down on the couch.

-

Leaving in an hour was a lie as it was now half past when you were supposed to go, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Aren’t you tired?” You cooed while walking towards him, your hands coming up to massage his shoulders, smiling when he relaxed under your touch. “Why don’t we go home and you can finish the lyrics there? You already finished the music.”

“Don’t act like I don’t know your little plan.” He smirked. “You just want dick.”

“And I want you to get a good night’s sleep.” You added. 

“You only love my dick.” He chuckled.

“It’s one of the many things I love about you.” You corrected.

“Would you hate me if I asked for more time?” He looked up at you. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?” 

“If you can keep quiet I can show you.” He licked his lips. 

“Oh?” Your brows raised at the challenge. “Didn’t take you as a studio-sex kinda guy.” You smirked, and he turned his chair to face you. 

“I was thinking more like..recording room-sex?” He smirked, his fingers slipping through your belt loops, loosely hanging on.

“Bigger ‘oh’.” You laughed. “Why? You wanna use my moans in the song or something?”

“Maybe.” He chuckled, pulling you closer. “But I’m more horny than inspired right now, so I won’t have an answer to that right away.” 

“And you don’t care if we get caught?” You teased.

“Baby,” He chuckled. “We’ve been here all day and no one’s come in, do you really think they’ll come in now?”

“Good point.” You smiled, moving to sit on his lap.

“I said recording room.” He smirked.

“What if I can’t wait?” You bit your lip, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe before speaking up again, you breath fanning against his ear. “What if I want you right here?” You pulled back, your face right in front of his.

“Then you can.” He groaned, closing the small gap between you, his hands cupping your face before trailing down to the hem of your shirt, his cold hands slipping underneath the fabric to cup your breasts.

Your hips rolled at the touch and you let out a small whimper at how hard he started squeezing.

“Fuck the song.” He groaned, moving his hands under your thighs and getting up, taking you with him as he went to the couch.

“Don’t let Wenhan know you said that.” You giggled as he dropped you onto the couch, crawling over you and using an arm for support.

“It’ll be our little secret.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss you again while his hand moved back under your shirt, using the moan you let out to slip his tongue inside.

It wasn’t long before the hand that was on your chest moved down to palm you, but your hand came out to grab his.

“Skip the foreplay,” You panted as you pulled away. “We don’t have time.”

“What if I wanna get caught?” He teased, pressing against you while he licked his lips. “With how loud you can get, how do you know this wasn’t my plan all along?”

“I’ll kill you.” You threatened.

“Oooh, snuff sounds extra kinky.” He winked, pulling away before you could hit him. “I’m going, I’m going.” He chuckled.

“You try undoing a belt with quick hands.” He mumbled. “All you’re wearing are shorts. You just pop a button and ‘poof’ off.”

“Stop complaining and fuck me already.” You whined, slipping your shorts off.

“You weren’t even wearing panties.” He tsked.

“Why? Sad you didn’t get ruin another pair?” You raised a brow.

“Maybe.” He licked his lips with a smirk as he finally dropped his clothes. “Turn over.”

You did as you were told and held onto the couch as he ran his tip along your folds.

“Fuck, how are you so wet?” He groaned.

“Seung-”

You were cut off as he slid in, your head dropping against the cushion as he placed a hand on your hip to pull you down onto him, holding you still as he cherished the feeling before pulling out and slamming himself back in, chuckling at the choked whimper that left you.

“Well, I can’t hurry if you’re gonna be loud.” He teased, repeating the action, smirking at how your volume didn’t differ. “Here.” He smiled, holding his fingers out. “Suck.”

You gladly took his fingers and he groaned at the feeling of your tongue wrapping around them.

But he didn’t have time to focus on your mouth, trying to shake his focus back to the task at hand.

His hips wasted no time in building up a brutal pace, trying to get you both off within a reasonable amount of time.

“Shit, you take me so well.” He bit his lip, brows furrowed as he focused on how good you felt, while you focused on his fingers, whatever sounds you made coming out muffled.

Hoping to speed things up, you clenched around him, the action earning a small grunt.

“Fuck, do it again.” He groaned, and you did, one of your hands coming down to rub your clit harshly while he sped up his thrusts even more.

“God, your pussy was made for me, I swear.” He growled, his grip on your hip tightening as your walls convulsed around him from your orgasm.

It wasn’t long before his hips faltered and he was cumming, the fingers in your mouth coming out to grab the back of your shoulder for support.

“Fuck, we should do this more often.” He sighed before pulling out.

“You really wanna get caught, don’t you?” You tsked, turning back around and sitting down. 

“What? We finished pretty quickly.” He defended with a small pant as he got up. “I’d say that was record time.” He praised himself, stepping back into his pants.

“Now to get back to the song.” He breathed out. “You got what you wanted, now let me work.”

“Shut up.” You shook your head with a smile. “The song can wait.” You pouted.

“No, it can’t.” He smirked. “So feisty, and you just came.” He shook his own head. 

“I might calm down after you make me cum again.” You smiled, watching as he eyes changed.

“Still think the song can’t wait?” You smirked.

“The song can definitely wait.”

#cho seungyoun #cho seungyoun imagines #cho seungyoun scenarios #cho seungyoun smut #seungyoun #seungyoun imagines #seungyoun scenarios #seungyoun smut #uniq #uniq imagines #uniq scenarios #uniq smut #x1 #x1 imagines #x1 scenarios #x1 smut #kpop #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop smut #mine

[tea-with-cinnamontoast]

"I am impertinent!" Percy said.

[a/n: kinda crack but do i care? nope. anyway context: remember that scene where percy sent the gods medusa's head? yeah, the gods were concerned]

Hermes rushed into the Olympian throne room, carrying a rather large box signed by a boy named Percy Jackson. Earlier today he had been busy, not realizing that one of the mail was to himself, or rather, the whole Olympian Council.

"Mount Olympus

600th Floor,

Empire State Building

New York, NY

With best wishes,

PERCY JACKSON"

the boy had written, then putting a pouch of Drachma for a Hermes Express. The god knew who this boy was, Poseidon's child, but wasn't sure what was inside the box. The godly 'know-it-all' is Athena or Apollo's job. Nope, that wasn't in the god of thieves' job description. Hermes had informed his family about the package, telling them it was from a demigod. That took triggered everyone's curiosity.

The god sat up on his throne, holding the box on his lap. He just finished today's shift and was tired, but the package is killing him. The immortal answered calls from his caduceus-phone, with his curly brown hair dangling by the side. He looked about 21 and was wearing some jogging pants an a normal shirt with "bros before hoes" written on it.

A few minutes later, others started arriving, first one being Athena. Typical. The goddess would always arrive as soon as she's called or on time, depending on how sudden it was. Her stormy grey eyes looked to the package and examined it for a while. Hermes hummed and Athena sat on her throne, contemplating and thinking about what the mail could be. After all, it's not everyday (every century, in fact) that the gods get a package to Olympus.

Hera, Aphrodite, and Ares came in, with the girls having their normal chitchat and Ares just silently walking. Apollo and Artemis came next, with the twins still on hunting gear. Apollo's daily shift just finished and it was Artemis' turn, but she poofed herself here. Hephaestus and Demeter arrived and sat on their thrones. Dionysus wasn't allowed to join. Then, bickering can be heard.

"I am not guilty, dearest brother! Why would I even take your Master Bolt!" Poseidon growled, opening the door to the room. "How am I supposed to know, Poseidon! It is not I who decided it was a rather amusing idea to steal my Master Bolt!" Zeus boomed in the room. Hestia sat by the hearth, silently trying to calm her brothers down. As they argued, the other Olympians flinched and groan, if it were possible.

"Lord Zeus, Lord Poseidon. Please be seated," Hera commanded, feeling the discomfort around her and from herself. They kept fighting whenever they see each other. Zeus hated Perseus Jackson for stealing his bolt, and yet there were no proof of that. He had just gotten claimed in camp, but ol' thunderpants was sure it was the barnacle beard's doing. Through his demigod son.

The sea god and the sky god grumbled something, glared at each other, and then decided to take a seat. Hermes figured it would be the perfect time for him to flutter down and show them the package. "So, um, we all know that a demigod sent us this package," the god of messengers' voice echoed. He hesitated. "Well, it was from Perseus Jackson."

Silence covered the room. Zeus looked like he was going to zap some poor, unfortunate mortal into dust. Poseidon got curious, what would his son possibly send them? He had a bad feeling. The others were amused on this demigod's bravery, knowing very well he was stuck in the middle of a fight Percy didn't know existed until now.

A look in Apollo's face flashed, only for a while and if Hermes didn't observe the room, he wouldn't have noticed. The sun god's looks went unnoticed, but Hermes knew that face. It was the manner of the god of prophecy's visions, even only near-time future. The blonde looked more amused, and then full-on laughed.

"Apollo. Apollo. Apollo!" their father called. The sun god stopped, composing himself, but letting a giggle or two escaped. "What is the meaning of this?" Ol' Thunderpunch asked, glaring at the poor sun god. "Nothing, father. Just... a little vision." Hermes knew well enough that it was about the mysterious 'gift' from the oh-so-humble Jackson. "Let us hope it is my bolt," Zeus mumbled.

The god of messengers opened the box, as the others watched. Slowly, he began to unravel the layers of plastic covering the... thing. Hermes grabbed a part of the thing and it felt like snakeskin. Multiple of them. Who in the right godsdamn mind would sent a god, or the whole council in this case, a lot of snakeskin?

Apollo looked like he was tearing, holding the chuckles that were going to erupt. Steadily, Hermes grabbed it and held it up, revealing Medusa's head.

Yeah okay, gods cannot get petrified by the gorgon, but holy hades was that horrific to see, considering they have seen wars, nasty ones at best. The head's eyes looked glossy and opened its eyes on them. The snakes started hissing and sort of alive. Yeah... it wasn't the best nor sane gift they've gotten.

"WHAT THE HADES!" Demeter yelped. It's not like they see a severed head everyday, and they're immortal. Apollo laughed in amusement, earning a few quizzical looks and glares. Hermes felt like throwing the head down the mountain, or building if you will. He had the urge to slice it and send it back to Tartarus. Wow, this demigod really is impertinent, but brave. Reckless, yet courageous.

Poseidon sighed in "what the fuck" and "honey, you didn't" and muttered something about impulsivity being a genetic thing. Athena just gasped in horror, Aphrodite looked like she was about to hurl. Ares wanted to pulverize the kid and Hephaestus just looked amazed. Artemis looked disgusted, trying her best to cover it, clearly failing. Only Hera looked more or less collected. Confused, but calmly looking at it.

"Let me kill the boy!" Zeus bellowed, Poseidon standing up to interfere. "You do not hurt my son," the sea god responded. But Hermes has a trick up his sleeve. "Lord Zeus, I think I have a better idea," showing his infamous mischievous grin. "He wants to send this to us?" he grabbed a magic pen, "Then let's just return it."

#percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson oneshot #oneshot #the lightning thief #olympians are concerned #twelve olympians

[sea-side-scribbles]

Fanfiction: Sympathy For A Downer

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22737214/chapters/78831778

Chapter 66

Nick woke up with a nasty headache. Also, he felt like he had been lying on a stone all night. His body ached and this didn't help his poor head at all. “Virgil?”, he rasped, because he didn't manage to shout. His husky voice alone felt already too loud. “Ohh...” He figured he could be lying here, waiting for his manager to find him in time, or until he was able to shout again. But then again, his bed still felt uncomfortable as fuck, so he better got out of there. His hands searched the mattress. It felt so weird, almost wet... Sitting up and rubbing his eyes, he noticed that his hands were all dirty. “What the...?” He blinked and looked at them. Then he wiped his hands. Dirt...where did that come from? When he took a look around, he found himself surrounded by a bright green hedge. Before he could fuss about the weird room décor, he observed that he was sitting in grass and not anywhere inside. The purple but cloudy sky above him also proved a point. Stunned, Nick remained sitting, hands pressing into the moist grass, and pulling slightly at the stalks.

How did he get here? A picnic? He looked around again. There was no poof that another person had been here with him, no blanket and nothing else. Rather not. So, he had been wandering around and passed out? Well, that was more likely. He slowly put his feet on the ground to lift himself up, feeling sorry for his fancy rags. Another pair ruined, so it seemed. Now he had the honour to find out where the hell he went. He thought he had seen the hedge before, but didn't all hedges look the same? He followed it, cussing about the after effects of the drugs he must've been taking last night, and soon noticed with relief that he had been right about the familiar surroundings. Even though it looked much brighter than usual, he still recalled it was the park in the Avalon Hotel. The maze, more like. He remembered getting lost in it from time to time due to party favours. But now he was almost in a clear state again...he should be fine...After all, he needed something for his head, like right now.

Determined, he continued walking along the hedge, having an odd feeling in his stomach that he also knew already. Yeah, it seemed like he forgot something again and he'd remember later or never. Better never, he thought, because it didn't feel good. The feeling got stronger the closer he came to his statue. He had planned to simply use his secret entrance, in order to not being stared at by the staff. Even an idol needed some nice and quiet sometimes. But walking past the statue without looking at it now felt wrong. He stopped in his tracks and eyed it, still being too far away to see anything more than a little shiny figure. What could be there? Nick sighed. He'd see it anyway, so he could just as well go now... Coming closer, his stomach began to toss and turn, protesting. Nick came to a halt again. Now what?, he said to his stomach. I thought you wanted this. He hugged himself and breathed deeply. His poor head.. he could come back later...cure himself first...but he was almost there. What's this sudden curiosity?, he asked himself. As if I wanted to see...what I did...but what did I do? Feeling stupid about idling around for so long, he went on walking towards the weird feeling. There was no way out anyway.

Now closer, he recognized that the statue looked different. There was something dark hanging on it. A banner? Another “Nick is a prick” kinda thing from a disappointed fan? His stomach said no. He turned his gaze to the ground and forced himself to move on. What could it be? What nasty thing could it be that made him feel like that? It couldn't be real... Looking up, he identified the body immediately.

“Oh, no...”, he gasped but he didn't feel it. His mind had already moved on. Gaze wandering along the lines of the cuts, the mess he had made, the rage he had been putting into all his movements. The chaos was showing. Blood had been tripping from the body and had painted the legs and pedestal of the statue black. The golden Nick held it out to him. The real Nick made a step on the pedestal and pulled himself up. Fixing his eyes on Virgil, he gently put his arms under him, holding the body that still had some warmth. With tears in his eyes, Nick pressed his head against the other man's bleeding chest. It was quiet.

The next moment he recalled was noticing himself wandering through the streets. His feet were moving all by themselves, so it seemed. He had no idea how long he had been walking. He was only happy to realize the trip went straight to home, because he was exhausted. Virgil. Why did he think about Virgil now? Nick smiled faintly. Because the manager was probably worried out of his mind by now. He maybe even missed a gig. Heh. He chuckled quietly. The privilege of being a rock idol. Virgil would forgive him. Entering his front yard, Constable Hunt gave him a shocked look. “Ah, nothing, just a headache”, Nick waved him off and quickly went inside. This Bobby was nice but still too nosey for his taste. “Virgil, I'm home and I feel awful!”, he shouted into the corridor, more playfully than anything else. He was in a state where he still felt the headache but was too giggly to mind treating it himself. “How are you?”

He went into the kitchen to mix himself a cure and shortly after, somebody went in. “Where have you been?”, a familiar but unexpected voice said. Nick turned around, the empty glass in hand, and was surprised for a moment to see the person in front of him again. “Chris?”, he wondered. “Yeah, it's me, Virgil is still out.” The long lost friend said casually and sat down on a counter, eyeing  Nick curiously. “Are you okay? What's that in your face?” Nick put the glass down and wiped some hair strands out of his face. “What? What's wrong with my face?” Chris left the counter and stepped closer. “Are you...bleeding?” Nick wiped his cheek, now annoyed. “No, I'm not bleeding. I'm fine. Look, it's nothing.” He turned around, arms held up, to show himself in full functioning glory. Chris' eyes widened. “Holy shit!”, he gasped. Nick looked down and noticed for the first time that his jacket was full of dark brown spots...they could still be everything...but... “Is that blood?”, Chris asked. Nick pulled up the cloth and wiped it. “I...I don't know...” “Where have you been?” “I don't know...” He gave his friend a helpless look. Then he shook his head. “Of course it's not blood, don't be ridiculous! It's probably lipstick...” He turned away again, forgot about his throbbing head and went out, targeting the stairs. “I know what lipstick looks like!”, Chris' voice contained more panic now. Nick ran up the stairs, wrapping his arms around the bloody jacket and didn't stop until he could lock the bedroom door behind him.

There, he got rid of the crusted clothes and looked at himself in the mirror. In disbelief, he palpated his stained cheek. That was bad. That was very bad. Stepping backwards, he pressed his eyes shut and massaged his head. He felt dizzier now, he could barely hold himself up anymore. He needed his secret stash! Where the hell was his secret stash? Gosh, why did Virgil have to be gone now? He stumbled to the first possible place he could've hidden his precious party favours in. The search made him gather his last bit of strength. Franticly, he went through all the drawers. What he could find where the sad remnants of a once copious stock. They were a few pills, all in different colours and shapes and none of them were reds-and-yellows. “I guess these must do”, he said, holding them in shivering hands, and quickly swallowed them down.

He must've been passed out for a while, before he was awaken by a loud thunder. He winced and stretched himself, relieved to feel better. If only the bloody weather would shut up. Angrily, he pulled the blanket over himself, determined not to move until the fuss was over. “Nick? Nick, open the door! Nick!”, he heard the muffled sound from outside, accompanied by another thunder. Nick moaned. What he had thought to be the weather was actually someone knocking. Gosh, why now? Unwillingly, he went up to open. He failed at first, because for some reason he had locked himself in. Oh, dang, he had promised Virgil not to lock himself in. He should probably give him the keys... Opening, he saw a tall man with glasses and black hair. More precisely, he firstly stared at his chest in confusion and then he looked up to his face. Arthur. Yes, Arthur!

Nick smiled. But for some reason Arthur didn't. “What's wrong?” “What's wrong?”, Arthur repeated, sounding upset. “Tell me what's right! Where have you been? Chris says you came here covered in blood, and then you locked yourself in and didn't talk to anyone anymore!” Nick's face fell. He unsurely palpated the doorframe. “Covered in blood?”, he quietly asked. “That's what he said”, Arthur walked into the bedroom. “I don't know why he should make that up.” His gaze fell on the jacket Nick had left on the floor. Nick's heart missed a beat when he saw it, too. He clutched the doorframe while his lover picked the piece of cloth up like it was a corpus delicti. Nobody said a word when Arthur examined it and obviously found the stains, then let the jacket fall back down. “You know, you still have it on your face”, he said quietly and Nick promptly wiped his cheek. He couldn't say a word though. “I wonder, if someone attacked you, you would be hurt, right? It would be your blood. But you're not hurt...” “How do you know it's blood?”, Nick protested. “I know what it looks like”, Arthur said. Nick winced. Of course he did. “Listen, I...I don't know what happened...I didn't do anything, I swear...I mean...do you think I...? Do you think I could...?” “I don't know”, Arthur answered, gloomily eyeing the floor. “I think I don't know who you are. You could tell me everything, make me believe everything...How would I know?”

Nick's stomach turned. “But Arthur”, he said, abandoning his save place at the door and coming closer to the man he called his love. “You know me...We spend to much time together...Have I been so bad to you? I guess I am a good actor...” He shrugged. “...but only on stage...for the show...you can't blame me for this.” Arthur didn't light up. “Do you know what happened today?”, he asked sternly. Nick stopped. “Except me passing out?” He shook his head. “No...” Arthur rolled his eyes. “Your manager was found dead in the park of the Avalon Hotel, slaughtered like all the others.” Nick stared at him. “My...Virgil?” “Is it his blood?”, Arthur asked, eyes fixated on Nick. “My Virgil...” Nick whispered and turned away, covering his face with his hands. “Virgil...”He gave a few dry sobs, then Arthur grabbed his arm. “Nick! Nick, snap out of it, you hear me?” Nick ripped himself out of the grip. “How dare you! My manager died! How can you think it was me?” “Because it's obvious you're not honest with me!” Nick eyed him sadly. “I hate to bring it up now, but...” Arthur struggled for words. “How could you...?” Nick watched him in confusion. Arthur waved himself off. “You know what? You better come with me and see yourself. I'm...curious what you're gonna say.”

Nick indeed followed curiously when they left the room, but he soon felt a lump in his throat as he noticed which way they were going. Arthur didn't spare him, they were heading exactly in the direction of the room that Nick now wished he had locked. Their journey ended in the guestroom where the Nightblooming Nonsuches still stood on a side table and shimmered innocently. Arthur darted a glance at Nick, but the rockstar only eyed the flowers in silence. “This is Morrie's room, right?”, Arthur asked and Nick nodded in defeat. “You're so quiet”, Arthur went on. “Come on, explain.” Nick winded. “I guess you've already seen the photo on the desk...” “Perhaps,” the other man said without batting an eye. Nick hung his head. “Now, are you trying to find out what excuse would work? Are you wondering how much I know?”, Arthur dug deeper. The other man wiped his forehead. “I don't know what you're getting at.” “I can put one and one together, Nick! You gave me the hint yourself! The thing about loving two people at once? I thought it was about Sally, but...it was Morrie, right? The way you acted around him, how you talked to him when I was passed out from electric shocks...The way you never wanted me here until he died...You even gave him my offering!” Arthur's voice began to shiver. “No, I didn't give it away. Morrie just...He...” “He found out and you didn't want to look suspicious?” “Er...no...I...I don't know how to explain this...it's a weird coincidence and it has nothing to do with what I'm feeling for you...Believe me, Arthur,” Nick begged. “Believe you?”, Arthur blurted out. “How can I believe you anything? You lied to me! You played with me! And with Morrie too! Or, Morrie and you played with me, that's still unresolved but it doesn't matter...” “No, Morrie...Morrie didn't know”, Nick explained. That didn't cheer Arthur up. The look Nick received from him made him shrink.

“Arthur, I love you both! That's what I was trying to tell you! It's like with you and me and Sally!” Arthur shook his head and made a few steps backwards. “I don't love Sally...it was a crush! Nobody loves two people at once! You only love yourself!” “How can you say this? You should know me better! Didn't I make you feel good? Didn't I make you feel like a human being again? How would I do that if I only cared about me?” “It doesn't matter”, Arthur snapped, eagerly shaking his head. “I have to leave! Thinking that I stayed here for so long, only for you! I have to get my shit together and quit!” He sounded more like he was talking to himself. “But Arthur!”, Nick shouted and grabbed his arm. “Where would you go?” “To where I should have gone already!” Arthur freed himself and began to flee. “Arthur!”, Nick cried. “Wait! You're upset! You don't now what you're doing!” “I know very well what I'm doing”, the other man snapped back. “But why would you leave?”, Nick whined. Arthur sighed. “Fine!”, he shouted. “Just so that you know what you've done!” He turned around to face Nick for one last time.

“I have a brother! He was brought to Germany...in the train...You remember, they were taking children to Germany, promising to bring them back some day? Well, surprise, they never came back! My brother is still out there somewhere and I have to find him!” Nick gave him a shocked look, if it was due to the dramatic fate or the memories, Arthur couldn't say. “All I wanted was to get out of here and save him! But then you showed up! You made me turn my back on him, only to play your fucking game with me!” Nick's back hit the wall. “I wasn't playing...and I didn't know...” “Well, now you do!”, Arthur said bitterly. “And also, two people died and you come back all covered in blood! I can't deal with this shit! I don't want to stay for longer only to find out you're a murderer!” He turned away from the other man. “Goodbye, Nick!” “Arthur!”, Nick cried again and followed the angry Downer. “No, look at me! Don't leave me like that! Not like that! You have to believe me...!” “No, you have to believe me! It's over!” Arthur didn't look back. “I love you...”, Nick said quieter. The Downer didn't answer, he only left, without slowing down once, without hesitation. The silence was unbearable. In his front yard Nick stopped, realizing he had no chance. What was a traitor against a long lost brother? Clutching a wall, he watched Arthur leave, wishing the other man would turn back just once, but he never did.

#we happy few #whf #wehappyfew #nick lightbearer #nicklightbearer #whfarthurhastings #arthur hastings we happy few #whfarthur #nickxarthur #whfnick #whf nick

[moved-to-monomorris]

I drew this drunk and came up with a cool timeskip au where Lloyd like goes missing in another realm and it’s the Zane situation except in reverse so to Lloyd he’s been gone a few days but in ninjago time? Like 15 years oh gee. Anyways the ninja split up cuz Lloyd was the “glue” that kept everyone together! Anyways the only remains of the team are Zane, pixel, and kind of nya. Nya is pretty independent, she’s a samurai again and teams up with pixel sometimes and they do samurai things together. They only all get together for missions in rlly dangerous circumstances. Zane and pixel are with Borg and wu and they do most of the ninja stuff (they can only focus on bigger threats these days tho) Cole and jay I’m kinda iffy on but I’m thinking their either together running a like. High tech mechanic shop together. If I make em separate jay will run the high tech mechanic shop and somewhere else Cole probably fucked off into the woods again, except he doesn’t stay in the woods he moves into a small woodland town and works at a bakery making cakes. Kai took Lloyd’s disappearance EXTREMELY hard and was actually the catalyst for the final actual breakup of the ninja because he just kept getting... worse. Not epic. Then, like.... 10 years after Lloyd’s disappearance (and a LOT of really bad decisions on kais part) Kai discovers an ancient artifact or scroll or ritual or something (I am very much still working out the details) that will turn an elemental master into a fuckin. Official god/spirit thing... a Devine being... equivalent to an angel or demon... so because he has like. Nothing left in his eyes he fucking does it. Now he’s Ascended and is temperamental god but if ninjago is relatively at peace and u leave him alone it’s fine. He lives in a really big volcano that already had a temple inside so he just. Moved in. Took over. He usually takes the form of a HUMONGOUS dragon (semi-true form? Thinkin abt it) and lives in the lava under the mountain, usually he’s asleep because he doesn’t want to deal with his horrible thoughts (it’s mental illness luv). The ninja haven’t seen eachother in a long time but they haven’t seen Kai in even longer. The last they were all together they had a huge fight and after that they saw eachother individually like twice but it was NOT constructive. Anywho like two years after Kai went “volcano time!” Nya tried to find him but she couldn’t and boy did she look. Their new method is to check out anything fire related and register him as a missing person.

Anyhow Lloyd comes back from idk where yet and they celebrate! Their so happy! They go and find nya and then Cole and jay and this is where the fun rlly starts. So they have to track down Kai! It takes a while and there was a ton of effort (again, I am working on it) but they finally figure out that he was last seen asking for a ride to the volcano and they go inside and boom! Weird temple with fire EVERYWHERE and cool lava rivers and falls and everythin, and they eventually find the “Sacred sleep lava pit” or whatever but they don’t know that and accidentally wake him up/summon him and boy he’s PISSED and remember he’s a dragon rn a HUGE godlike dragon and he starts to charge at them but then he recognizes Lloyd and he goes absolutely BONKERS he immediately poofs into human form and tackles Lloyd for a hug and everyone is in shock for a whole minute but then their like “omg guysss 🥺🥺 we are actually together again 🥺🥺🥺” and then they group hug and end first act.

After that the rest is basically large amounts of drama involved with the ninja fighting and still trying to get over everything and Kai having new touchy Divine Being™️ personality traits and to Lloyd this has been like 2 weeks but now everything is upside down and suddenly all of his best friends r in their thirties.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago au #uhhhhhh idk what to call this #or if ill do anything with it hmm

[lmao-of-the-east]

Old souls,new life

words:1550 words

Possible triggers:Body horror,mention of drugs,mention of death,mention of drowning,bugs(flies),winces in pain.let me know if there’s anything else I should add!

Summery:The gang goes to detention and escape to go at a lake,some funky things happen to them after going for a dip.

Chapter 1: The Lake of what the fuck

Patton groaned as he walked through the hall, passing by other students who weren’t in trouble. He wouldn’t lie, he was a little jealous of them, considering where he was going and what he had heard about it. Just a few hours ago, his small babies had been found by the math teacher, who in turn gave Patton detention. Patton tried not to think about it, mostly because the thought made him upset.

Patton reached a door with a sign that had the words “detention room” on it. He pushed the door and went in silently, looking around to see what the room was like. He was a bit underwhelmed when he saw the room was a normal classroom with anti-bullying posters on the walls. A couple of people were already in the room, talking among themselves. On the board was written the following words: Sit in silence. An adult will come shortly.

“You know no one’s gonna come, right? No one ever does.” One of the people present before Patton had come in spoke, turning towards the new guy.

He looked like a boy who had tried to cut his hair all by himself. He had a bit of a mustache that was probably collared in with an eyebrow pencil. The clothes the stranger wore were either old, or just really dirty.

“Name’s Remus by the way, have a seat. What did you do to get here?”

Patton sat down; a bit confused as to how Remus seemed so sure no one would come in for them. He shrugged a bit when Remus asked his question. “It’s kinda dumb.”

“Can’t be worse than mine,” A new voice perked up. “I got dress coded for being too emo.” This new stranger looked like what you’d get if you googled “emo boys”. He had pale skin, dark eye shadow and messy hair along with an oversized hoodie. He looked almost dead.

“Well…it's a bit worse…I guess?....I snuck in some snails and some frogs… and got caught..”

“ohhhhhhh, sounds cool!  Why did you need them? For a prank or something?” Remus asked, suddenly excited at the thought there was another prankster in here with him.

“No!” Patton objected” I wanted to keep them as pets! They’re my babies!”

Remus huffed and slumped a bit. “Whatever.” “What did you do to get here? you never told us” The emo boy pointed out.

Remus chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Well Virgil, if you must know, I got in trouble for my Coke coke again.”

“Coke coke?” Patton pondered, confused.

“Didn’t you learn the first time? You can’t sell Coka cola when you add cocaine t it”

“Cocaine!?” Patton exclaimed, in udder shock a high school student could get cocaine.

“It was in the original recipe!”

“And removed.” Another student entered alongside a second student .The former had a dress shirt with a blue bowtie on. His blond hair was poofed and stubborn when it came to not getting in his face. The student accompanying the blondie looked a lot like Remus, but cleaner, and more disappointed in himself.

Speaking of Remus, He jumped up to his feet, giggling. “My my my! What a surprise! The golden twin, Roman!”

“Oh shut up remus, and likewise, don’t you usually escape?”

“Yea, but I’m waiting for Janus to come break me out. I can’t open the window.”

The nerd looking person rolled his eyes a bit, turning to Virgil and Patton. “Greetings, I am Logan Croft, pleasure meeting the both of you.”

Patton nodded and smiled at Logan while Virgil did awkward finger guns.

They all stayed in the room for at least half an hour before there was a knock on the glass from the outside. Someone was by the window looking in. That stranger had dark hair that was mostly hidden in a cowboy hat with a lil star pin that had ACAB engraved on it as well as a scare on the left time of his face.

“He’s here! Guys, you ready for a prisons break?” Remus exclaimed, watching Janus unlock the window from the outside.

“I don’t know…won’t we get in trouble?” Patton asked nervously.

“Only if you get caught, a thief’s only a thief if they get caught stealing” Janus said as he opened the window“ Plus, there’s a cool lake in the woods you can swim in all year long, come on, it’ll be fun.”

As he spoke, all but the worried Patton and the skeptical Logan had left through the window.

“What would we use to dry ourselves? We don’t have any spare clothes” Logan questioned.

Remus answered him by taking towels out of a bag Janus had brought with him.

Logan seemed content with the answer and left through the opening. Patton sighed and followed the rest of the group.

After about twenty minutes at least, they reached the lake.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” Remus ran and cannon balled in the water.

Roman joined his brother, laughing with him. Janus went in in a much calmer manner alongside Patton. Logan got in after removing his clothes, as to keep the dry.

Virgil however stayed on land, eyes glued on the water. He had always been told about the danger of water,  the fact that 788 people drowned in a year. Of the many creatures that would joyfully gobble him up. He didn’t come to swim, just to leave the room.

“Get in Virgil! The water’s great!” Yelled Roman as he swam

“N-no…I’m good” Virgil responded, shaking a bit.

Roman kept trying to convince Virgil to get in the water, even promising to hold him in case he didn’t know how to swim. Remus was getting bored from Virgil’s stubbornness so he got up and ran up to Virgil, causing him to run.

While running, Virgil trips on a stick. Thanks to that, Remus was able to catch up to Virgil and quickly picked him up, despite Virgil’s struggling.

He made his way to the lake, cackling with a large grin over his face.

“This is what happens to cowards like you!”

And with that, Remus threw Virgil in the water, running to the bag Janus had brought, but that Remus had added some things in. One of those was a jar full of flies.

Virgil sank deeper in the water, he was confused. Every time he was told about water, it was described as cold and unwelcoming. But at this moment, he felt warm, held and free, as if the water was holding him. Welcoming him back into a home he had forgotten. He wasn’t scared, and he didn’t know why.

Back on land, Remus had opened his jar of flies over the lake, swarming the four other swimmers still in the water. Logan tried to ignore them as he held onto a rock attached to land, having felt much heavier when he got in the water. Roman was trying to kill in the flies. Janus tried to swap them away with his hat .Patton was swimming around, generally unbothered by the flies until his stomach growled slightly. Patton looked at the flies and opened his mouth, a longer and stickier version of his tongue flings out and caught a handful of flies, making Patton eat them happily until he realized what had happened.

Remus sees that and starts to laugh heavily, having never seen anyone able to do that, and not seeming bothered by the tongue.

Suddenly, Janus, Logan and Roman quickly get out the water, screaming their heads off. Leaving Patton to think that he had scared the others, he did scare himself with what he had done. It also left Remus confused, since it wasn’t THAT creepy, right? Just a small mutation or something? They got less confused when Virgil popped his head out of the water.

Virgil’s skin was much paler, and a bit purpler. Two large fins were where his ears should be and gills at the side of his neck and his teeth replaced by large fangs.

Patton screamed and gets out the water quickly, tripping and galling to the ground quickly. It was quickly discovered that his fingers had gotten thinner and bigger and rounder around his fingertips. the same thing had happened to his feet.

Remus, Logan, Roman and Janus all took steps back from Patton, checking themselves in horror and fear.

“Um…Logan?” Janus started ”Did…you always have…bumps on your back?”

“No?...I have two birthmarks…why?”

“there…there are two bumps…on you back…”

Logan quickly checked his back, and sure enough, Janus was right. He carefully touched them but quickly pulled his hand away, wincing in pain. When he had winced, the bumps moved and flattened, looking now just like Logan’s normal birthmarks.

Virgil, who had caught on to what had happened to him, managed to crawl out the water, his legs turned into a fishtail with more fins and  some gills on his sides. When he had gotten on land, his tail stretched and split in half, becoming legs again. The scales now simply sliding off him and falling to the ground. Similar things happened to Patton’s hands and toes, turning back to normal.

“well” Remus began ”I think it’s safe to say that we are never coming back here ever again.”

“Agreed” The other said in unison before quickly running home.

#sander patton #ts sanders sides #ts patton #logan sanders #ts logan #virgil sanders #ts virgil #ts roman #roman sanders #remus sanders #ts remus #Janus Sanders #ts janus #sander sides #thomas sanders #tw death mention #tw drugs mention #tw drowning mention #tw bug #tw body horror

[hanawrites404]

17, 18, and 19 please ! Note : please tell me when u post it. Cuz i kinda missed a lot of notifications lol. But idk why tho. it's still a mystery

17. What's something that they find attractive in others??

I really like people who are down-to-earth, mature and knows their shit. They don't need the assistance of anyone and can handle themselves very calmly and rationally. They don't panic, and have solutions to everything and are very resourceful and reliable.

Well, that's the ideal personality I am attracted to, but unfortunately *sighs* the people I am actually attracted to are not really like that.

But that's alright. They don't have to live up to my ideals for me to love them. They are perfect to me the way they are and don't they ever dare to change themselves for me, or I am breaking up with them!! You heard that Julian, Asra, Lucio and Muriel??!! *Is pissed and has a tick-mark on her head*

(The four : (• ▽ •;))

*Huffs and crosses her arms* Good.

Anyways, about the looks. I don't know why but I love people with red or golden hair. Maybe because they remind me of the first time I saw the sunset at Vesuvia. Golden and red meeting at the horizon like oil paints on a canvas, truly bewitching right?? Lucio and Julian fit this preference of mine very well here.

And talking about body types, I have a thing for strong-looking and tall men. That's maybe because my father's influence. Dad is as tall as a pillar and as strong as a bull. He can lift a damn boulder with one finger!! Well everyone is strong and tall, so they all are good enough for me.

And hobbies, I don't really have any preference on what hobbies people should possess for me to get attracted to them. The only thing I care about is that whatever they do and are interested in, they do it with full sincerity and dedication.

Everyone except Lucio are very passionate about their work, because he enjoys the luxuries of being a count of a beautiful city more than actually administering Vesuvia, but that's alright. I'm there to straighten Lucio up. I promise that I will make a good king out of him.

18. Do they have any hobbies??

I do gardening, cooking and other household chores. As I am a village girl, it's crucial for me to know the ways of the household. And honestly, I really like doing them.

I also do painting. I used to send paintings to Asra in the letters I used to write to him from my village. They were sometimes of the sceneries, or the portraits of my fellow villagers, and sometimes even the pictures of me, Dad and Ichigo.

He used to love them all, and he in turn would reward me with charms and herbs fresh from Vesuvia. The gifts he sends me with the letters really makes me anticipate for his messages more and more.

I can also dance, especially belly dancing and ballet. When I was a child, my friends taught me how to do it as this was how they used to earn money by entertaining people.

And surprisingly, I learned it in no time because it was really easy for me!! And I really enjoy dancing, but only if I hear good music, I will surely put on some moves.

I can also do ice-skating. I am as good as a professional you can say *winks*.

Also, I love travelling. When I was traveling to Vesuvia from Kathmandu which took me like 10 days to get there by using many means of transport, I got to see many different places and cultures on my way.

I once went to Pakra with Nadia and I was surprised to see a whole new city. I even went to Muriel's village and the place where Lucio came from and I was really amazed. I have the souvenirs of the places I have visited all around my room!! ✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧

Anyways, the fact that Julian was a pirate makes me so jealous of him. He must have got to see so many places than I ever had in my 22 years.

But he did promise me that he would sail across the world with me one day......a-along with our future children. D-Damn that flirty bastard........*blushes*.

19. Who's someone that they just can't stand??

*Sigh* Except Nadia, Portia, Valerius, Muriel and Dad upto some point, I cannot stand ANYONE. Let me tell you why, and I am going to be quick about this.

*Sighs* Let's start with Ammonium Chloride, also known as Asra. The fact that I'm calling him that because if you leave him for like 5 minutes,*Poof* he is gone!! He sublimates into the air!! Like this!!

Next, Period-head. Also known as fucking Julian Devorak. *Ugh* *holds her hand up* don't even make me start talking. This man is a full-time fuckboy and a goddamn lunatic!!! He thinks that he has brains huh?? BITCH, THINK TWICE. Oh wait.......you can't, because you don't have any brain. Sorry. My bad.

*Chuckles evilly* Lucio Lucio, FUCKING Lucio.....Oh how much I love his stupid face and his golden hair which looks like Plutus himself puked on his head. Not to mention his flat pancake chest and pale skin as if he has anemia.

He is my hero...he truly is.......BUT WHAT'S UP WITH HIS OOPSIES HUH?? The fact that he started a fucking plague in his city and made a deal with the fucking devil and other shady people is A FUCKING OOPSIE?? SERIOUSLY?? (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ

*forms a long ice sword* BITCH I WILL TELL YOU WHAT A FUCKING OOPSIE IS. LET ME JUST FIND YOU ONCE.

(Lucio : ミ●﹏☉ミ)

*Sighs* Next is the worm-fetish corrupted excuse of a judge Vlastomil. *Ugh* he is such a creep. Can he stop staring at my body like a pervert FOR FIVE MINUTES?? It's like he is trying to devour me through his eyes *shivers*.

And the fact that he calls me the cutest worm he has ever seen is EWWWWW. First of all THAT'S DISGUSTING and second of all I AM NOT CUTE!! *pouts and crosses her arms, blushing*.

And if he really thinks that his 'flirting' is going to seduce me, then please!! 🙏 Go and learn flirting from Julian. At least his cheesy seduction is better than his wormish pick-up lines.

Now if we move onto something serious.....there is this person named Sutekh (@joandarkart) whom I can't really ignore.

I......I'm really suspicious of him, because whenever I see him, I get a very bad feeling in my stomach. I feel like he is planning to do something vicious behind our backs and it definitely has something to do with the devil. I am afraid that if he succeeds in whatever he is doing, the world will be in danger.

I choose to let it be for now..... but I do have my eye on him though.

Well, here is your answer. Have a great day while you excuse me as I have a small punishment to give to a certain blonde count........

*takes her ice sword and goes away with a murderous aura around her*.

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