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leossmoonn · 2 years

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Surprises Within Surprises

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pairing - sirius black x fem!reader

type - fluff

note / request - requested by @herondalesmikaelsxn “Could you please write a fic where Sirius Black proposes to y/n ❤”. this was so fun to write! hehe i couldnt help but add the pregnancy bit enjoy!

summary - sirius surprises you with a ring, as you surprise him with a pregnancy test

warnings / includes -post hogwarts. mild language, kissing, food and eating, talking about pregnancy troubles, crying. james and lily never died, yall are in your early 30s (i think i did the math right lol).

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“you’ll do good, mate! here, have some fire whiskey to calm your nerves,” james held out a bottle.

“really, james? you think that me drinking before i propose would be wise?” sirius scoffed.

“just trying to help,” james rolled his eyes.

“is that what you did when you proposes to lily?” sirius asked.

“no of course not, but no offense, you’re not really great with words. best that you have some liquid courage,” james stated.

“y/n will kill me if she finds out i’m even the slightest bit of tipsy. plus, i want to be the best for her,” sirius said.

“suit yourself,” james smirked, taking a swig of whiskey.

sirius paced back and forth, running his speech over and over in his head. he was planning to propose to you after dinner tonight. you were at work, which gave sirius the opportunity to touch up on some last-minute details.

“speak of the devil!” james exclaimed.

sirius turned around, seeing you enter your flat.

“hey, sirius, james,” you smiled. “hello, darling. how was the daily prophet?” sirius went over to you, slipping his arms around you.

“fine, but schieler is driving me up the wall. i swear, he always has something to critique and criticise,” you sighed.

“i’m sorry, love. he’s an arse, you know that. you don’t deserve that.” he planted a kiss on your forehead.

“mm, thank you, i know,” you exhaled, leaning into his hug. “well, how was your day? i see you and james hung out.”

“ah, yes. well, he was helping me with a few things,” sirius said.

“no problem. i just wish you invited lily. i would've loved to see her,” you said, pulling away from him and making your way into the flat.

“she’s watching over harry and ginny. rumour has it they like each other, and lily doesn’t want to risk the chance of ginny becoming pregnant, so she’s supervising them,” james smirked.

“young love, hm?” you grinned. “they do remind me of a particular couple,” sirius remarked.

“i wonder,” you played into the joke. “how is the father-life treating you?” you asked james.

“tiring, but amazing. i love harry. he’s a brilliant boy - he definitely got that from lily. he is so outgoing and kind, he has made the most amazing friends. but i just wish him and his friends didn’t wreck our house. that boy he hangs out with, ron, is the most messiest kid i have ever seen. he’s even worse than we were,” james remarked.

“is ron the one with red hair?” you asked. “yep,” james nodded.

“he likes hermione, doesn’t he?” you smiled. “not sure. i think he’s dating someone named lavender,” james said.

“shame. hermione likes him back, too,” you said. “and how do you know that?” james questioned.

“i just know,” you winked. “knower of all, aren’t you,” sirius grinned.

“indeed, i am,” you smirked. you took off your coat and purse and hung them on the rack. you slipped off your shoes, trudging into the kitchen. “are you staying for dinner, james?” you called out.

“uh, no. lily is making her famous beef pie,” james stated. “oh, please drop some by! i love her cooking,” you said.

“will do,” james chuckled, getting up from the chair. “i’ll see you later, y/n.”

“with beef pie, i hope,” you peered out from the kitchen with a grin.

“definitely,” james smiled. he then turned to sirius, giving him a handshake and a clap on the back. “good luck, padfoot. she’ll say yes,” he whispered.

“thank you.” sirius gave him a small smile.

james left your flat, leaving sirius to worry again.

“sirius, what would you like for dinner?” you asked.

“u-um.” he hurried into the kitchen, watching you flip through your cookbook. he took a calming deep breath, walking over to you and smoothly snaking his arms around you middle, hugging you from the back.

“why don’t i make you dinner, babe,” he suggested.

“really?” you turned around, pleasantly surprised.

“yeah, of course. i know how stressed you’ve been since you started this big project at work, and you deserve a night to relax. you deserve a hundred night, actually,” he stated.

“does that mean i’ll get a hundred nights off?”

“if you wish,” he smiled. you giggled, “i would love that, but you are horrible at cooking, love.”

“how rude!” sirius gasp, putting his hand on his heart.

you giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips. “i love you.”

“mm, i love you more,” sirius hummed. “impossible,” you shook your head.

“why don’t you go and take a bath? i’ll join you with food,” sirius said.

“deal,” you nodded. “call me if you set anything on fire,” you winked.

sirius chuckled, watching you slip out of his arms and making your way up the stairs. sirius took your place in looking through your cookbook. he found your favorite dinner recipe and started cooking.

meanwhile, you were upstairs getting undressed. you put on your favorite record, humming to the tune as you entered your bathroom. your jaw dropped as you opened the door to reveal a path of rose petals, candles, champagne, and a little present at the edge of the bathtub.

you picked up the card, grinning from ear-to-ear.

y/n,

enjoy the bath while i make you dinner. inside the present is one of those bath bombs you like and a box of chocolates. i love you so much.

sirius

you set the card on the sink counter, leaning over and drawing the bath. you opened the present, admiring the galaxy-themed bath bombs and the assortment of chocolates.

you slowly slipped into the water after you let it cool down. you leaned against the wall, lighting the candles with the flick of your finger. you dropped the bath bomb near your feet, watching in satisfaction as it bubbled up and exploded in the water. the bath water was soon purple and blue and shining with glitter. you took a bottle of bubble bath body wash and drizzled it into the water, swirling it around so now you were surrounded by bubbles. before you ate your chocolates, you wiped your hands off with a towel and started to snack.

you kept the champagne where it was, not wanting to risk getting drunk and drowning in the tub. you also didn’t want to harm the little embryo that was growing inside of you. you ate all of the chocolate quickly.

now that you had been eating for two for the past four weeks, you have been hungrier than ever. every night since the third week mark of your pregnancy, you had been waking up in the middle of the night practically staring. you hoped sirius hadn't noticed the missing amounts of food in the cupboards and refrigerator. so far he hadn't said anything, but you knew that you couldn’t hide it for long. you just wanted to make sure you didn’t go through any issues like miscarriage before telling him, but you knew it was time to tell him tonight. you couldn’t wait any longer to tell him the good news.

sirius came up with two plates of flying dinner and two plates of flying desert. he cracked the door open with his foot, smiling fondly as he watched you blow bubbles and humming to the music.

“hello, my love,” sirius said softly.

you smiled at him, eyes lighting up at the food. “oh! that smells amazing!”

“thank you,” sirius chuckled. he sat on top of the lid of the toilet, handing you a plate of food.

you sat up in the bath, taking the plate gratefully. you took the fork from his hand, digging in immediately. you thought for a moment as you chewed the food, eyes lighting up.

“mmm, this is so good. did you really make this?” you asked.

“yes! do you really have no faith in me?” sirius asked.

you shrugged with a cheeky grin. “just surprised is all.”

“well, good. i’m glad. i made you some pie, too,” he said.

“wow, aren’t i the luckiest woman in the world.”

“i’m glad you think so.”

“well, i have to say, i loved the surprise in the bathroom. what is this all for?” you asked.

“just thought i’d do something special for you,” he shrugged.

“thank you. i really needed it,” you sighed. “i know, darling. do you mind if i get in with you?” he asked.

“no, not at all,” you shook your head.

you made your plate of food float as you moved to make room for sirius. you scooted forward, watching sirius undress and slip into the bath.

“be careful where you step. the water is murky,” you warned.

“i’ll be okay, thank you,” sirius chuckled. he settled down behind you, his muscles relaxing in the water.

you moved backwards in-between his legs, leaning against his back. you and sirius ate your dinner in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

“how was your day?” you asked.

“oh, it was okay,” he shrugged. “do anything interesting?” you questioned.

“just cleaned the house, did some work for the order.”

“is harry in the order yet?”

“yep, him and all his friends.”

“that’s great,” you smiled. “it is. i’m thankful to have such young and nimble minds and bodies. godrick knows remus, james, and i can barely do anything anymore,” he sighed.

“not true,” you shook your head. “trust me, y/n, you do not want to see us in the training room,” he chuckled.

“well, you’re better than the weasley boy. he’s a great fighter, strong and brave, but he’s quite clumsy,” you giggled.

“well, his father is the same.”

“sirius! arthur has done more for us than anyone.”

“i know, i know, i’m just joking,” sirius smiled.

you hummed, setting your plate of food down. you turned around, sitting criss-cross as you looked at sirius.

“they’re brilliant children,” you said. “they are. hermione granger is top in every one of her class, you know? she knows every spell in the book,” sirius stated.

“reminds me of lily,” you smiled a little. “yes, it seems as though the little lads are very similar to us,” sirius nodded.

“we could have children similar to us. even more similar, actually,” you looked at him.

he stared into your eyes for a few moments, smiling widely. “that would be fantastic. a mini you and me running around, causing trouble.”

“oh, they’ll be causing trouble all right. especially considering who is going to be their father,” you teased.

“may i remind you who was the one who shaved all of snape’s hair, including his eye brows, and managed to trick dumbledore into thinking it was him who did it himself?” sirius smirked.

“he deserved it! he called lily a mudblood, after years of friendship,” you defended yourself.

“i know, but it was quite a shock. that was when i fell in love with you,” sirius blushed.

you smiled, taking his hands into yours. “i love that your first loving image of me is shaving a boy’s head.”

“it is a marvelous memory, i must say,” he chuckled.

you stared into his grey eyes, admiring the sparkle and mischief they held.

“well, if one thing’s for sure, our children will be beautiful, thanks to their mother,” he spoke.

“and they’ll be a charmer like their father,” you grinned, leaning over and kissing him.

sirius’s hand ran up and down your back, setting at your waist and pulling you closer. you were soon straddling him. as you ran your fingers through his dark curls, sirius took one of his hands away from your body. he cast a spell in his mind, making the sapphire ring he bought for you appear in his hand. you hadn’t noticed a single thing, too focused on pressing your body against him.

sirius’s other hand massaged your soft skin, his lips capturing yours into one last bruising kiss before he pulled away. as you opened your eyes, you gasped as a blue ring appeared in your face.

you looked to sirius and the ring multiple times, your heart skipping beats as you thought of what this could mean.

“sirius, i-is that…?” your voice faltered.

“it is indeed, dove,” he grinned. he took your hands in his, opening his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“yes!” you squealed.

sirius chuckled, “may i say a few words first?”

“oh, yes, yes, of course. my apologies,” you laughed bashfully.

“it’s quite alright, no worries. now, as i was about to say, y/n l/n, you are the love of my life. ever since i saw you in first year, i just knew i had to have you. i knew you were going to be mine, and i yours. it took a long time to get there, though, with all the drama, but i wouldn’t have it any other way. every time you walk into a room, it lights up. your smile, eyes, laugh, it’s all beautiful. after our very first date, i went out with remus and james to buy this ring. i’m sorry it took me so long to present it to you, i’ve just been afraid you would leave me, but i know that you’re in this forever, as am i. so, y/n l/n, will you do me the honour in becoming mrs. y/n black?”

“yes, yes, yes!” you exclaimed, jumping up and hugging him. you pulled away to kiss his face, muttering ‘i love you’s’.

you finally pulled away so he could place the ring on your finger. you stared at it, eyes wide and sparkling. you looked at sirius, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“it’s beautiful, sirius. thank you.”

“beautiful just like you.”

you giggled, “i can’t believe you’ve had this for 17 years.”

“i’ve had a hell of a time hiding it from you,” he chuckled.

“too bad i didn’t find it first,” you smirked. “i wonder how that would’ve gone,” he laughed.

you laughed with him, sighing as you remembered the news you had to tell him.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asked, anxiety bubbling in his chest.

“nothing, i just… i have something to tell you as well,” you said.

“what is it?” he asked.

“one moment.” you got out of the bath, wrapping a towel around yourself. you crouched down to the floor, opening the sink cabinets and finding the two pregnancy tests you had also been hiding from him. you took them out, sitting back down on the floor next to the bathtub and handing them to him.

as soon as sirius saw the plus sign, tears sprung in his eyes.

“we’ll be having a mini you or me?” he cried.

“a mini us,” you smiled.

“oh, darling, i love you,” he sniffled.

“i love you, sirius.”

“this is the best news ever. oh, i can’t wait for the little bugger!” sirius gushed.

“if he’s anything like his father, we’ll have our hands full,” you winked.

“and if he’s anything like his mother, he’ll be the most wonderful and beautiful child the world has ever seen.”

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disgruntledspacedad · 3 years

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Jayyy!! Sweet, slutty in the AM.

Without giving BL spoilers, or maybe you won't? Idk 👀👀 not *cough* fishing or anything *cough*

Can I please have 💖 for Javier??? I'm curious...

Angel out-

Javiears pregnancy headcanons? You got it, babe!

Quick and obvious disclaimer to treat all of these as if they are a Better Love AU, at least until I tell you otherwise. 😘

Any baby that these two have would be a total surprise. Ears never wanted kids, and Javi has never thought long enough about it to decide how he feels about a family. He’s always assumed that was never in the cards for him.

Once the initial shock wears off - and that’s gonna take quite a while for both of them - Javi and Ears both jump feet first into the parenting thing. They each harbor some intense opinions about what a kid should and shouldn’t have to put up with, and there are lots of deep conversations that Last into the early morning hours. They nail down the important stuff pretty early, decide that they’ll figure out the rest with time, and discover a whole lot more about one another in the process.

Ears’ body hates being pregnant. She doesn’t realize it, but she’s got her Ashkenazi ancestry to thank for this. Ears is sick as dog snot clear through her first trimester and well into her second, exhausted and achy and throwing the fuck up. She gets awful migraines, too. There are days when Javi is convinced that carrying this baby is going to kill her, and he worries a lot.

Ears handles all of this as stoically as she can. She’s miserable, but she’s not about to complain and make Javi feel even worse.

Speaking of Javi, that protective streak he’s got goes into overdrive the instant Ears tells him about the baby. Ears has got to constantly remind him that she’s pregnant, not dying, and Javi good god, please just let me do things, okay??

That being said, it takes Javi a little while to connect the idea of Ears being pregnant to Ears carrying his baby. It’s all very abstract to him, to the point that on Ears’ worst days, Javi almost feels a little resentful.

That all changes at Ears’ sixteen week appointment. She’s just starting to feel like a human again, and this time, Javi is allowed to go back with her.

Oh my god, you guys, when Javier Peña sees that blurry, black and white, tiny little baby on the ultrasound screen... yall, his entire world shifts.

Ears notices instantly. It’s kind of hard not to, given how tightly Javi is suddenly gripping her hand. He glances over at him to find his eyes glued to the screen, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. It takes her aback a little. “You okay?” she asks quietly, and Javi nods, drags his eyes away from the ultrasound screen and gives her a soft, wet smile, and something slots into place for Ears, too.

Javi quits smoking cold turkey that day. Seeing his tiny little daughter for the first time put a lot of things into perspective, and Javi decides then and there that he wants to be there for her as long as possible.

The first three weeks are miserable. Javi does his best to get out of the house when he’s feeling tetchy (which is always), and Ears does her best to be understanding, but they get into more than a few little spats.

The makeup sex is 🔥🔥🔥, though.

Ears is not a big girl. When she starts to show, she shows fast, and Javi swears he can see her body change every day. Ears is pretty indifferent. She’s not self conscious - Ears finds pregnancy to be inconvenient, more than anything.

Javier Peña has never seen anything as beautiful as Hannah Aarons carrying his child.

Javi fucking loves it. There’s something primal about running his hand over the gentle swell of Ears’ belly and knowing that it’s his daughter that’s growing there. He’s not one to talk to the bump, but Javi can hardly stop himself from touching it. All the fucking time. Ears will sometimes playfully shoo him away. “Hands to yourself, you animal. I’m trying to nap!”

Seriously, their sex life doesn’t suffer at all. It doesn’t help that Ears refuses to buy maternity clothes. She’d much rather lounge around in Javi’s t-shirts and his old sweats, something that makes Javi’s cave man brain damn near implode every single time he sees it.

Ugh, and he’s sweet to her. Observant and affectionate and accommodating of absolutely everything. Cravings? Tell me what you want, babe, I’ll get three. Foot massage? Come here, mi reina, let me make it better. Yawning through dinner? Go get in bed, Ears, I’ve got dishes tonight.

Javi starts noticing Ears’ puffy feet somewhere around the 28th week or so. Ears swears they don’t hurt, exactly, so they both write it off as one of those weird pregnancy things.

It’s not. Ears has severe pre-eclampsia. Javi only finds this out after Ears gets a migraine so bad that she can’t see straight. Javi carries her to the car and forces her to go to the hospital. They’re there for all of five minutes when the doctor on call deems Ears’ blood pressure to be high enough to constitute a medical emergency, and Javi’s world is turned upside down again when he hears the word “c-section.”

Ears is only 33 weeks pregnant.

Less than an hour later, Javi is holding his baby girl. She’s tiny, the tiniest little human that Javi has ever seen, but she’s got a hell of a set of lungs on her, and Javi has never been so relieved, so stunned, so riveted, or so enraptured by anything in his entire life.

Oh, shit, he’s crying again.

She’s absolutely perfect. Off her oxygen within two days, taking feedings like a champ, and obliterating every goal her pediatrician sets for her.

Javi is so fucking proud when his girl is discharged a full week earlier than the doctors anticipated. She’s still a little small, but growing like a weed, and Javi just knows that between her and her mom, he’s gonna have his hands full.

Ears is fine, just a little sore. There are no long term complications from pre-eclampsia, so as soon as she’s up and sort of moving, Ears in full mom mode.

Ears loves being a mom, but she and Javi are in full agreement on this - one and done.

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x reader #pedro pascal #narcos #narcos netflix #Javier Peña x you #Javier Peña imagine #better love #hannah aarons #javiears #you’ll notice that this is not exactly the if I fall scenario #so keep that in mind

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ginnyweasely · 3 years

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DO I WANNA KNOW [DRACO MALFOY X READER]

pairing: draco malfoy x reader (fem!)

warnings: swearing, angsty, drinking, nothing else but just shit ton of angst oops

summary: draco and the reader are broken up and draco realizes his mistake too late, but is willing to do anything to make it up to the reader, even if it means telling the reader his dark secret

word count: 3.8k+

A/N: this is pt.2 of honest!! i’m so grateful for all of ur feedback on it and yall asked so you shall receive!! to so this is rlly based on do i wanna know by arctic monkeys cause i was listening to it while writing so it just happened!!

PART 1 (HONEST)

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It had been exactly two months since Draco had last talked to you, two months since he had last seen you properly, two months since he felt your warm presence gracing his.

He was in his own personal hell, desperately seeking your touch, the sight of you, the sound of your pretty laughs filling the room, eyes glimmering as soon as yours met his, he was suffering even though he knew very well he had dug his own grave, dragging both of you into this mess.

Seeing you in the hallways, or catching glimpses of you in the common room, and in some classes wasn’t enough for him, he wanted to be able to be in your presence, be next to you, even if it meant you paid no mind to him or actively loathed him, because he knew you did loathe him, he could sense the dirty looks Pansy and Daphne actively gave him.

He didn’t blame you, he didn’t blame anyone else but himself, maybe he did blame a bit of it on his father, but no this was fully his fault, and he felt as though he had no choice but to suffer.

He had tried his hardest to not run after you that day, and he had done everything in him to not come to your dorm late at night, begging for forgiveness, crawling upon your feet to take him back, but the thought about even forgetting seemed impossible for him.

It had happened earlier that week when Draco came into the common room alone, sitting at one of the couches mindlessly, soon enough the sound of the gramophone in the common room catching his attention, he liked the tune at first and his foot slowly started to tap the ground, but seconds later, his mind drifted off, to where it was not supposed to, to you.

This happened a day later, same tune, you were still on his mind, and another day later… soon enough Draco found himself going to the common room at night, drunk out of his mind, with a bottle of fire whiskey in his hands, playing the tune while he thought about you, playing it on repeat for hours and hours…

This wasn’t really the only reason why he felt as though he couldn’t forget about you either, you were always appearing in his dreams, every week, every day, non stop.

And the worst of it all was that he would wake up from these dreams, expecting to find you laying on your back, your eyelashes resting on your cheeks, sleeping peacefully, but instead he would almost always be met with the blankness next to him, reminding him that his dreams were the only way he could have you.

It wasn’t any easy for you either. Draco was something you had never experienced before, first real love, first real feelings, first someone you planned a future with, it couldn’t have been easy to just erase someone like that.

Your mind was stuck on him all the time, you wanted to loathe him but at the same time there were too many feelings involved that you possibly couldn’t bare to hate him, it was hard for you the most at the first two weeks, as you always find yourself sobbing into your pillow whilst attempting to fall asleep.

But after the mark of two months, you seemed to be regaining your life back, the bubbly personality you once lost was starting to appear again, possibly with the help of Pansy and Daphne, hell even with the help of Blaise and even Crabbe and Goyle too.

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You were laying down on your bed quietly, mind wandering off to god knows where as a quiet tune could be heard in the background that you paid no attention to.

A knock on your door startled you as you were devouring the pages of the new book you acquired from the library, cautiously you went up to door as you weren’t expecting anyone to come.

Daphne and Pansy were supposed to be out tonight, doing god knows what with another pack of Slytherins, in the hopes of having a fun night, but you even though they had begged for you to come, rather wanted to spend the night in, still not feeling ready enough to participate in those sort of activities.

You opened the door knob hesitantly as you reached the door, as soon as you opened the door, you felt your stomach churn in the sight in front of you.

A very drunk, messy looking Draco stood there, looking as apologetic as ever, but your soft interior started to wear down as soon as you came back to your senses.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked rather not very calmly, as a drunk Draco hiccuped, his gaze fixated on you.

“C-can we talk…” He slurred as his eyes pointed to your room, wanting to be invited in. But you didn’t seem to be having it as you blocked his view and crossed your arms against your chest frustrated.

“Why on earth did you assume that I would want to talk to you?” You responded harshly as Draco’s eyes sorrowed at your now rigid stance.

His posture was fixed as his gaze was still on you, burning your skin with his seemingly but sharp looks, making you feel exposed in front of him.

He took a step closer towards you, almost stumbling as in doing so, “Please… I just want to talk.” He slurred his words again as a scent of fire whiskey hit your face, filling your senses with the smell of alcohol, your eyes never breaking contact with his, and your heart dropping as his face was inches away from yours.

“You’re drunk.” You stated firmly, your lips formed into a thin line, even though it was deeply killing you inside to be standing this close to him, his presence making you all kinds of fucked up in your stomach, as you couldn’t understand whether that was good or not.

A little chuckle escaped from his lips, “I can’t cope with it, Y/N…” He slurred painfully as your eyes slowly wandered towards the floor, not knowing how to look him in the eyes when hearing those words.

“I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you, every fucking time I sleep, I see you, I dreamt about you nearly every time this week.” Your breath hitched at his words, your throat drying up quickly as your feelings for him coming back up in the seeming of seconds.

Draco didn’t seem like he was going to stop talking now, he cleared his throat, “I… I found this tune that makes me think of you, and I… I play it on repeat every night, when the fire whiskey painfully burns my throat, but I still don’t know what aches the most, my throat or the thought of you I can’t get out of my mind…” Draco confesses more out of truthfulness rather than drunk.

His grey eyes burning through your soft ones, feeling every emotion and agony he feels through his eyes, a breath of sigh escapes your mouth as you attempt to escape the affect he has on you by ruffling your hand through your hair nervously.

“I know I’ve had a few drinks and there… but every time, every fucking time I drink, anything at all, my mind drifts off to you immediately, searching for you intensely as it does so, it seems even my eyes crave you deeply.” Draco slurs again, a weak smile playing on his lips as he attempts to get closer to you, making you gulp hardly.

“You don’t even know what you’re saying, Draco…” You murmured as you coughed mainly to get yourself together as another chuckle came out of Draco’s mouth.

“But darling, isn’t that what the night were mainly made for? Saying things that you can’t say tomorrow?” Draco stumbled again in his place after his last words, leaving you no choice but to handle him.

“We are not going to talk Draco, I don’t want anything to do with you…” You announced ever so quietly as Draco frowned visibly, “However since I am an idiot, I can’t leave you like this… So as soon as you sober up, you’re going to go to your stupid dorm and you’re not going to come back here to me, you understand?” You asked rather harshly now as a drunk Draco nodded vigorously.

No matter what happened between you two, you knew that you would always have a soft spot for Draco, even though you seemed to “loathe” him now, a part of you could never turn him down when he was at his most vulnerable state.

You sighed as you let the mess of a boy in, taking away his flask and swapping it with a bottle of water, in attempts of sobering him up, and in attempts of trying to stop him from complimenting you, even though you were secretly enjoying him whispering sweet nothings to you.

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It had been a week from Draco showing up absolutely pissed drunk in your front door, a week since Pansy got mad at you for even attempting to let him in, a week since your head had been puzzled with the thoughts of Draco.

You sighed deeply as you dug into your food, taking a quick bite happily, “So you really are gonna reject him, Y/N?” Daphne asked nudging your shoulder as Blaise turned his attention to you.

“Reject who, exactly?” Blaise questioned curiously, probably to inform Draco, you sighed as your head shot up towards the Slytherin who was slowly leaving the table inches away from you.

“He asked me to go get some sweets and stuff at Hogsmeade.” You murmured as Blaise’s eyes widened, “And what did you say to him?” He asked curiously as you shook your head shyly, “I said no, I don’t know if I am ready for stuff like this…” You admitted sincerely as a sigh of relief came from Blaise’s mouth that you seemed to miss.

“At least come to the party tonight then, Y/N!” Pansy insisted as you shook your head uncomfortably, “Oh please you must!” Daphne added as a sigh left your lips quickly.

“I’ll think about it guys…” You said slowly as Daphne squealed in happiness, “Yes! This is gonna be so much fun.” She announced as Blaise gave you a sympathetic smile that you weakly returned.

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“Draco, I’ve got something to tell you!” Blaise called out after Draco but he didn’t seem to pay a mind as he kept rushing out, “Not now Blaise, I’ve got stuff to do.” Draco hissed basically but Blaise wasn’t interested in letting go.

“It’s important!” Blaise almost yelled as he was still attempting to catch up to Draco, but he still seemed to scoff as he kept on his walking pace, ignoring his own friend.

Blaise sighed in frustration, “Theodore asked Y/N out!” Blaise yelled out and Draco stopped dead in his tracks, freezing at the information he just heard.

Draco abruptly turned around as he quickly made his way around to Blaise, his eyes seemingly red from the fiery attitude, “What?” He questioned with a hint of rage in his tone, “What did she say?” Draco asked curiously as Blaise attempted his best to hide his smirk, knowing damn well that Draco was still very much in love with Y/N.

“Y/N said that she turned him down and she still didn’t feel ready for that sort of thing.” Blaise announced as the pit of nervousness disappeared from Draco’s stomach, relief entering his body quickly, he left out a sigh of breath.

Draco’s hands ruffled through his platinum hair out of stress, his head turned up in the direction of Blaise, “Uhh.. thanks Blaise, for telling me…” Draco said softly as Blaise nodded in return and just as he was about to leave Draco alone, he opened his mouth once again to speak.

“You should come to the Slytherin party tonight, everyone is going to be there, if you know what I mean…” Blaise announced implying you as Draco nodded understandingly, giving one last nod to Blaise as a thank you as he abruptly left.

Draco had arrived to the party in the hopes of seeing you, knowing what he was doing could very well be putting both of you in danger, but he had too… after what had Blaise said, after the encounter in your dorm…

The realization of losing you forever hit Draco like a wave, he was absolutely desperate to have you back, even though he was hiding it very well.

He had arrived with only the hopes of talking to you, or even catching a glimpse of you would be enough for him.

A huffed sigh escaped his pink lips as he wandered around the party, his eyes searching for you vigorously.

His hopes and dreams were however shattered in a second as he saw you standing near him.

Theodore Nott. A sudden wash of anger appeared in Draco’s face at the sight, his jaw was visibly clenched, and his hands formed into a fist as you laughed at one of Theodore’s jokes.

Draco was in absolute rage, as you were standing there looking as pretty as ever, and Theodore got to be the one who was making you laugh.

It used to be always him. Him standing next to you, him wrapping his arm around your waist securely, him who made you drunk giggle, him who always made sure you returned to your dorm safely after you became a drunken mess.

But right now it was all washed away as you were standing there with Theodore, because Draco had fucked up big time, and he knew it, but he still couldn’t let you two be all giggly in front of him, especially when he thought he had a chance to better things, even though he knew how selfish that was.

He stormed over to your side as quickly as possible, “Y/N?” He called out your name to what he intended to be soft but it was overwhelmingly harsh as you were startled by his presence and Theodore’s smirk had dropped.

You looked up over at Draco who seemed to be fuming, his eyes were washed away with anger and jealousy, and he threw the worst possible looks he ever could at Theodore.

“Draco?” You questioned confused, your lips were formed into a thin line, trying to look tough to Draco.

Theodore was also focused on Draco, trying to comprehend what even was happening, but soon enough Draco turned his attention to you, his eyes piercing through yours like a dagger.

“Sorry to interrupt, your little thing.” He mimicked sarcastically as you raised your eyebrows in shock, trying to comprehend why on earth Draco thought he could talk to you.

“I’m sorr-” Your words were interrupted by Draco’s quickly, “Goodbye, Theodore.” Draco announced turning his head over to him before he harshly grabbed your arm dragging you out of the party.

You couldn’t even fully comprehend what was happening in a quick moment as you were now standing outside of the party, with Draco standing in front of you.

“What the fuc-” You were about to almost yell but Draco sshed you quickly but softly. “Look please Y/N, just give me five minutes, five fucking minutes to explain myself.” Draco plead as you huffed quietly, knowing you would still have that soft spot for him that you hated yourself for.

“Nothing more than five minutes, not even one second more.” You crossed your arms against your chest as your lips formed into a thin line.

“Look Y/N… I.. Fuck.. I am so sorry… for everything… for the pain I put you through, for lying to you, for…” He murmured softly and you looked at him still a bit confused, waiting for him to continue.

“For lying to you about… telling you that I don’t love you, I-” He stuttered as your eyes widened at his confession.

“What?” You asked confused, wanting to know more as Draco’s head popped down ashamed, “What the fuck does that mean, Draco?” You questioned once again as a sigh escaped his lips.

“I.. I of course love you Y/N… How could I not? You’re the most amazing person I have ever met… the prettiest, smartest, kindest, not to mention the funniest…” Draco blabbered softly.

“The things… god the things I felt for you were unbelieveably real, so fucking real that the love I had for you scared me more than anything… You were like this fragile little thing that I ruined… I.. I’m so sorry…” He continued softly, but his voice was cracking now.

Your breath was caught in your throat at his words, realizing that Draco had lied to you about not loving you or breaking up with you for another reason, your heart beat was quickened, but firstly your anger took over without meaning to.

“What the fuck?” You growled loudly as Draco’s attention shifted to you.

“So I have been absolutely tearing myself apart for all these weeks for nothing?” You questioned angrily as Draco opened his mouth to speak but you weren’t going to let him talk.

“I have been crying and feeling like absolute shit and not enough for you because you decided to lie? Break up with me over nothing? What the fuck, Draco? Why the fuck would you do that?” You questioned further more angrily, but you could feel the tears forming in your eyes as your voice raised louder.

“No.. Y/N I did it because…” Draco stammered trying to defend himself, “You did it why exactly?” You insisted in rage.

“Because…” Draco murmured again as his head dropped down to the floor in shame, as you just watched his movement carefully, still confused.

His hand went over to his arm, slowly rolling his sleeve shakily, to reveal his dark mark.

A shocked gasp escaped your lips quickly as you immediately went closer to his side, feeling your lips tremble, as he was visibly uncomfortable.

“Draco…” His name left your mouth so concerned that he still didn’t have the courage to look up at you. “I.. I know… I didn’t… I didn’t want this, Y/N…” his whole demeanor was changed now as a scared, helpless Draco stood in front of you, and you could almost feel or hear your heart shatter.

“I.. I know you are going to hate me more, now… But I just, I wanted to distance myself from you, I wanted to make you hate me, because… I… I was scared something was going to happen to you…” His lips quivered softly as the words left his mouth, the pain he was feeling was so apparent to you that you could feel his words tug at your heart strings.

“Draco… I… I had no idea…” You murmured softly as Draco now finally looked up at you, he looked absolutely broken, his eyes were bloodshot, his posture was slouched, he looked like a mess.

Your eyes slowly bore into his, glimmering at the sight of him. “I… I could never hate you…” The words left your mouth slowly as Draco’s demeanor softened at your simple words.

“I… Shit, Draco, If I knew, I could… I could do my best to try and help you and be there…” But your words were interrupted by Draco’s.

“Y/N… It’s not your fault, it’s me… I fucked up everything…” Draco murmured as your eyes concernedly watches his movements.

“I ruined our relationship, just like I ruin everything!” Draco’s voice was higher in volume now as he frustratingly and angrily run his hands through his hair.

You immediately got closer to him as an attempt to calm him down, your arms wrapped around his back securely as an immediate response and Draco froze for a moment.

You could feel his stiff posture slowly soften as the tighter you hugged him, almost as if your touch had melted him, and just about a few seconds after, Draco’s arms immediately hugged around your waist, he nuzzled his head deep into your neck, a sigh of relief escaped his lips.

“I’m so sorry for everything… everything I put you through… every stupid thing I did… I don’t deserve you… I… You’re perfect… I love you… and I am just a stupid fuck up…” Draco murmured into your shoulder as he finally let go of the tears he had been holding onto.

A gut-wrenching sob escaped his lungs as your heart ached, you hugged him tighter to comfort him as he cried out in your shoulders, “Don’t say that, Draco…” You assured him quickly.

Your hands immediately found their way to his face as you leveled his head to meet yours, your hands were holding his face softly, “I love you, Draco… and I will always stand by you, if you will let me…” You reassured him delicately as Draco’s eyes softened.

“I… I’m so sorry…” He apologized again, pleading as you shook your head softly, “Just… please… please don’t lie to me and hide things from me… it absolutely shatters me to see you like this, Draco…” You spoke in a slow tone as Draco just watched you slowly.

“We’re going to get through this together, please Draco, let me be by your side, don’t push me away…” You pleaded as Draco’s firm lips seemed to ease into a little bit of a smile.

“I love you, Y/N…” Draco murmured softly. “I will never ever keep anything from you ever again, or ever try to push you away…” Draco continued softly now reassuring you as a smile played onto your lips.

You pulled his face closer to yours as you gave him a soft but passionate quick kiss on his lips, feeling his lips quirk up into a smile as you did so.

“Together?” Draco asked you as his eyes bored into yours lovingly, you nodded quickly, “Together.” The words left your mouth easily as Draco gave you a warm smile again.

The two of you walked to your dorms slowly, wanting to spend the lost time now together, the thought of Draco being a death eater of course was boggling with your mind as you knew this wouldn’t be something easy nor something simple to overcome, but you also deep down knew that, as long as you were together, everything would be just fine.

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risottoneroo · 4 years

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Between His Fingers, Chapter Three

chapter three is here! hope yall like it!

warnings: drug mentions, teen boys being awkward, mentions of trauma and grooming, injury mention, implied nsfw

tags: @killuas-manicure @i-mean-i--guess @spaceeballs @casketjuice

chapter two

Kakyoin stared after you. He’d been joking about Jojo, but he was starting to realize that he himself really liked you.

You ran after Jotaro. “Hey, dickhead, wait for me.”

He shot you a dangerous look. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you’re so big and scary and tall.”

He sighed. “Shut up, woman. Don’t overstay your welcome.”

You rolled your eyes. “Tall, menacing, and misogynistic. What a fucking catch you are, Kujo.”

You walked next to him in silence for a bit. He glanced at you. “How are your wounds?”

You shot him a glare. “Fine. My jaw is still bruised.”

He nodded. Kakyoin caught up with you two and walked on your other side. “Is he being rude, Y/N?”

You smiled at him. “No, Nori. It’s okay.”

Kakyoin’s heart jumped at the little nickname. He gave you a dumb grin. “Uh. Good.”

He cleared his throat and looked away. You smiled. You could clearly see Noriaki’s little crush, and you thought it was adorable. He wasn’t bad looking either. You could see your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him into a kiss, making him blush…

Jotaro cleared his throat. “If you two are done making eyes at one another…”

You snapped back and glared at him. He gestured to a door. “We’re here.”

He opened it. You stepped through, Kakyoin following. Jotaro’s stomach clenched. Watching you smile and call Kakyoin “Nori” was getting to him for some reason. He pushed it away.

Joseph was waiting for you in the room. He looked stern, and was easily as tall as Jotaro. “I’m Joseph Joestar. I heard you attacked my grandson.”

You looked down. “I was- well…”

He laughed. “Nothing against you. Kakyoin did the same when he met us.”

You looked up. “Really?”

Joseph and Kakyoin nodded. You smiled. “That’s a relief.”

Kakyoin said, “And I was brainwashed too. It’s not your fault.”

Joseph put a hand on your shoulder. “But we do need to know any information you have about Dio.”

You bit your lip. “He really never told me much. I was kind of a pet to him, really. If I did know anything, I’d tell you, I swear.”

Joseph sighed. “I believe you.”

You smiled, relieved. “Can I ask you a favor?”

Joseph nodded. You glanced at Jotaro, then Kakyoin, then back. “Can I travel with you all? I’d like to take back my life.”

Joseph looked at you warmly. “Of course. You can stay in the room with Kakyoin and Jotaro for tonight, if that suits you.”

You looked at the boys, smiling. “Yeah, that works, if they’re okay with it.”

Jotaro looked away, shrugging. Kakyoin nodded, a little too eagerly, and caught himself when Jotaro shot him a look. He coughed. “Yeah. That would be- that would be cool.”

A large, dark-skinned man walked into the room. “Mr. Joestar, I don’t believe there are any more Stand users in the area. I have surveyed the hotel and the grounds, and nobody gave off any unusual energy. Whoever this girl is, Dio clearly thought she’d be more of a challenge.”

You bristled. “I would have beat Mr. Tall Dark and Grumpy if he hadn’t played dirty.”

Jotaro exhaled. “Tch.”

The dark skinned man held out his hand. “My name is Muhammad Avdol. I have heard of your prowess, of course. I do not want to demean you or your Stand.”

You took his hand. “Y/N L/N. Are you from Egypt? I recognize your accent.”

He nodded. “Do you know the country?”

You smiled. “I grew up on the streets of Cairo.”

His eyes widened. “Did Dio kidnap you?”

You looked down. “Yes. He couldn’t manage to kill me, so he made me his… He called me a holy woman, when he was drunk.”

Avdol looked confused. “Why could he not kill you?”

You felt the burns on your back tingle. “My stand has certain powers, including emitting strong UV light, that make it hard to battle. Especially for a vampire.”

Avdol’s eyes widened. Kakyoin gasped. “That’s a very powerful ability.”

He reached for your shoulder, and you flinched. Kakyoin tilted his head. “The burns on your back…they look like angel wings. Your Stand…”

You nodded. “When it materialized last year, it burned its way out of my body. I’m marked forever. Even now, she can only materialize out of these burns without causing more damage. If she touches me anywhere else, I will be burned. She is as vengeful as her name suggests.”

Jotaro looked at you. “I played dirty because I wouldn’t have been able to win otherwise. I’m not Polnareff.”

Kakyoin snickered. “Yeah. you have no honor.”

Jotaro shot him a glare.

Joseph also seemed interested, leaning in and asking, “UV light? Like sunlight?”

You nodded. “Bright UV light and radiation. Exactly like a star. It damages Dio significantly on contact with the light itself. With living people, my Stand has to touch them.”

Joseph nodded. “You did quite a number on Jotaro’s neck and arms.”

Jotaro’s hand went to his neck, where his own burns were still prominent. Joseph said, “That’s quite the powerful Stand you have. May I see it?”

You closed your eyes. “Angel of Judgement!”

Your Stand materialized next to you and spread its wings. Light radiated off it and illuminated the room. You tried as hard as you could to suppress its light so it wouldn’t burn down the hotel. The others covered their eyes. Kakyoin was first to look up. “It’s gorgeous, Y/N.”

You smiled at him. Avdol looked up at it. “It’s very humanoid for a Stand, wings and eyes notwithstanding. It reminds me of Star Platinum.”

Kakyoin walked around behind you, looking at your Stand from every angle. You backed up so you still faced him. He cocked his head at you again. Jotaro spoke up, “It’s bright. Can you turn that thing down?”

You growled. “You asking for more burns, Kujo?”

He snorted. “Tch. Women.”

Joseph appeared to be just as dazzled. You dematerialized your Stand, leaving everyone feeling a little colder.

You fell with a gasp, the energy taken out of you. Jotaro caught you by the shoulders, setting you upright. “What happened, Y/N?”

You looked at him curiously. “You used my real name.”

He looked away. “Tch. Answer the question.”

You rolled your eyes and said, “It takes a great deal of effort when my Stand is out to keep from burning down the building it’s in.”

Kakyoin nodded. “I noticed that. It was setting the club on fire as you two fought.”

Jotaro grunted in agreement. Avdol said solemnly, “A great blessing, as well as a great curse. Your Stand, as powerful as it may be, is still a threat to all you love.”

You noticed Jotaro was still holding your arms, and you pulled away from his grasp. “Lucky I don’t love anything, then.”

You met the stares of the men in the room evenly. The first to break was Joseph. “Y/N, I’m sure you’re exhausted. Go to the room and rest.”

Kakyoin decided to walk you to the room while Jotaro stayed to talk to his grandfather. He kept looking at you curiously. You met his gaze. “Out with it. What do you wanna ask?”

He looked down. “You moved away from me suddenly back there. Is there a reason? Does it have to do with your time in Dio’s keep?”

You stopped at the door to the hotel room. He opened it and looked at you. “You can tell me.”

You stepped past him, inside the room. He was being so kind. You bit your lip. You turned to face him. Kakyoin looked at you with genuine concern in his eyes. You avoided his gaze and said evenly, “I used to be a female street urchin. It’s an instinct. Dio never mistreated me. He never even really laid a hand on me.”

Kakyoin closed the door behind you two. “I’m sorry.”

You looked away, mumbling, “‘S not your fault.”

Kakyoin cupped your cheek. His hand was warm and dry and immensely comforting. “I don’t mean to apologize. I’m trying to tell you I sympathize.”

You blinked slowly, trying to hold back tears. “It’s okay, I swear.”

Kakyoin stroked your cheek gently. “If you insist. May I hug you?”

You nodded and hugged him tightly around the waist. He laughed and hugged you back. He was big and warm. You took a deep breath against his chest, noticing his scent. Like sandalwood and cherry blossoms. He stroked your hair gently. “I know we just met, but…”

You pulled back to look at him. He was blushing. You tilted your head innocently. “But what, Nori?”

He pushed his bangs back from his face. “Would you like…to maybe…go for a dance sometime? Or maybe coffee?”

You flushed too. “Yeah…Yeah I would like that.”

Kakyoin was already looking at the floor. “It’s okay if you don’t- OH you said yes.”

You smiled at him. “Of course I did.”

He blushed even more, smiling nervously. “And- And would you want to sleep with me tonight?”

You pulled back, raising an eyebrow. Kakyoin stuttered and waved his hands, trying to save himself. “N-Not l-like that! I-I meant l-like in my bed. W-with me. I d-didn’t want to force you into anything.”

You laughed. “You’re cute. Yes.”

He calmed down considerably, sighing. “Good.”

You got up on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “‘That’ comes after the date.”

Kakyoin’s eyes widened. “Oh…okay. I mean- that would be- um.”

You chuckled softly in his ear, and he felt himself just about melt. Kakyoin put his hand on the wall. “I- Y/N…”

You pulled back a few steps, leaving the boy a panting mess. “Too much?”

Kakyoin looked at you. You looked genuinely concerned for his well being. He shook his head. “I’d rather just…wait.”

You smiled. “I’m a virgin too, Nori. Teasing is just my specialty.”

He nodded, trying to catch his breath. He wondered briefly if you used to tease Dio like that, but dismissed it. If you had, it wasn’t his business. You cocked your head at him, watching him straighten up and adjust his uniform. He was so much fun to tease, you knew you’d be teasing him like crazy all night.

Jotaro walked in then, not acknowledging either of you. He dropped on the bed, pulled his hat over his eyes, and went to sleep. You walked back up to Kakyoin and whispered, “Does he shower?”

Kakyoin shook his head, then thought, then nodded. “He showered last night.”

You shot him a look. He didn’t look up.

Jotaro wasn’t asleep. He was grumbling to himself in his head, thinking about the conversation he’d had with his grandfather.

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freshstartbaby · 4 years

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🎧 Body - Syd

I watched my house, cardbord on the ground, like me, leg crossed. White walls, a little smell of vinegar. Thats what I used to finally clean up everything.

Why do I feel like shit ? I mean one part of me cant wait to be in my new place. But the other ? I really feel like I kind of failed here. I got a job, two to be exact, I can provide for myself. I got few friends and thats it. I was wondering if my mum will ever know if I left the town. Maaaan I got to stop overthinking.

It was 8pm and I was waiting for Theo's call. Thanks to god he told me he will help me wih the moving. His help was so precious. Like always. My phone rang with « Theo 🤍 » on my screen . I picked up

« Sup mister T » I said softly « Hi Rob, you good ? » he answered « I am actually, and you ? » « Good. So you really goin to leave me, you know you can still change your mind » « No way, but you know you will still be in my mind » « And in your heart. Who do you think you are ? » he started to joke « Man where are you ? » I said rolling my eyes with a smile on face « There is a litlle bit of traffic. I be there in 10 minutes. But I think the man who will help us is already there. I fowarded him your number. Did he call ? »

I checked my phone, no missed call

« Nah he didn't » « Ok, get ready I be there soon » « Thank tou Theo » « Everything for you » he hang up

I shook my head slowley left to right. He was so kind to me. He can't be real. Me and Theo knew ourself since 8 years now. He was there to help and provide when no one could. He always was very protective and he is actually the one who gave me my first job: dancer in a club. It wasn't my goal job but I could dance and it will help me paying my bills. Few years later he also refered me in company to work as a personnal assistant. I managed myself to then become a communication assistant. When you look clother, without him, I probably will end up as a cracked or worse.

When we met I was 16 and he was 22. It was a very protective relationship. But the older we get, the akward it became. I mean physically he turned to a man as i turned to a young women. And even if he always shows me mad respect, the way he was watching and talking to me changed. Not in a bad way, but I could feel there was more. I aint gon lie, he is good looking, got money and got pure heart. But i couldnt wiling to lost him if we turned into a relationship. He was one of few people around me. Aint ready to loose one of them.

When I told him that I decided to move in LA, maaaan, he wasn't down for it. But as always, he helped me. He got fews relations so we find a cute flat quickly than I thought. The place was smooth and warm. We flew to LA to visit it, and i actually loved it. So now here I am waiting for a friend of his to move my stuff to LA. Let me get it straight. I aint no baby. I can take care of myself. But when it comes to Theo, he always wants to help. And I aint gonna lie, it feel good to be take care of.

The ring belled, I stood up to open the door. He looked at me, I looked at him.

« Can I help you ? » rising an eyebrow acting like I didn't know him « Stop playing » he said moving in my place « Hi » I said to the man following Theo « Robyn this is Eric, Eric this The New York leaver »

I rolled my eyes and shook my head slowly. Eric and Theo helped me to put my stuff in the truck. It was quickly made thanks to them. Also even if I hadnt much things I droped a lot. Eric told me that they will arrive the next monday in my new place. I thanked him as he left when I felt someone behind me. I turned around found Theo on his phone.

« First of all you didn't say hi »

I pulled him softly in a hug. His hands wrapped my shoulder as he kissed my cheek softly

« Then tell me where do I drop you ? » he said « Alex's place » « Lets go »

He put my suitcase in his trunck and we headed to Alexendra's place. I sold my car few weeks before so he proposed me to drop me where I needed yesterday.

Alexandra is one of my best friend. She's like a sister to be honest. We know each other for like forever and she always be down for me. Im stayin at her place tonight so I can catch my flight tommorow.

The road was silent but confortable. Theo and I like to be quiet sometines. We're the type of people who arent afraid of silence. As we arrived to Alexendra's place we stayed a little in the car.

« You need help with the suit case ? » « Na Im good, but thank you. Thank you for everything. It means a lot» I look at him « Stop saying this like its a goodbye » « Im not » « You better »

We pulled into a thight hug «You know I'm always be around and if you need to come back my door is open» « I hope it will be fine dont say that »

He look at me kiss my cheek and said

« Take care » « You too Theo »

I got off the car, took my suitcase and watched him leave. As we disapear on the corner I called Alex.

« Yes baby » « Im here, remind me your code » « You still dont remember it, you do it on purpose » « Guuuurl what is it ?» « 7110 » « Thank youuuuuu »

I taped the code and got to her place

« Sup baby » « Wassup baby, how you doin ?» « Good and you ? » « Everything is alright, I mean my best friend is leaving in an another town but Im good » « Guuuurl, it is for the better » « I know that, Im just getting emotional » « Dont do that » « Im trying, I swear ! How did you came ? You took a uber ? » « Nah, Theo droped me »

She set down on her large cozy couch eying me with a small smile

« What ? » I asked « Noooothing ! » she tapped the place next to her so I can take place « You just goin to sit down and tell me what's popin between you and this white daddy, finally» she said swith a smirk « Nothing is popin, I already told you that » i said sitting next to her « But you got to admit he is good lookin » « I never said he isnt » « Maybe a little bit skinny but he is still handsome » « He is. » « So he never try to own that » she said pointing at myself « And dont try to tell me no, I saw him plenty time trying to get you. » « Alex, it is not goin to hape- « « Whyyyyyyyy » « Because I dont want to » I said laughin « GURL IS YOU GAY ?» « Oh my god. Alexendra. » « No because if you are it is ok. But you need to tell me, so I can introduce him to friend of mine. Its such a waste » « Whatever » I said looking at her smiling

This girl is so crazy. Full of good vibe. Always pushing me to my best. She is fam yall. Our phones started buzzing at the same time. It was a whatsap phone call from our conversation « Mexico 🥵 ».

With some friends we decided to go on a trip to Mexico. For the big part, I knew them from school or club. As we grew older all of us took different ways but still got mad love for eachother. This week trip was the way to link up. I didnt knew some people like David, Florian and Veronica but everything went well during the organisation so I wasnt « afraid » that they were annoying.

The trip is next Monday so we schedule this video chat to make a last check. With all the stuff with my moving I almost forget about this call. Alex and I were together so I decided not to answer from my phone and step clother to her so we can both be on her screen

« Hi » « Wassup beauties » Alexander says

We all said hi to each other and waited to see if someone was missing.

« Who is missing » I asked « Flo is not here » Betty said « Damn this sleeping guy, let me text him » Alexander answered

As he decided to text him, a new window poped in our screen revealing a big white man shirtless, it seems like he was in his bed.

« My bad, sorry for my lateness, wassup guys » he said in a low voice

I looked at the screen, then at Alex, then the screen again and falled into the catch moving my hand to show to Alex that this man was foooine

We giggle few seconds before getting back to our serious faces.

« Florian that is it ? » Alex asked « Yup » « Time is money you owe us all a drink when we get to the mexico » « Maaaan dont play me like that, I was taking a nap, gym killed me today» he said

Of course he was goin to the gym, look at this chest. I tried to fix my self when we all talked for like an hour about last informations, who will arrive when, who shares room, what type of activites we wanted to do. I cant wait for this trip to be honest. I dont travel that much. I could release the stress from my moving, my new job and the new town I will be living in.

« Rob you still in New York ?» Michael asked « Yeees, my fligt is tomorrow » « Where you goin ? » Betty asked « Moving to LA » I said softly « LA GANG MY MAN ! » Florian shouted « Thats great, really big move » Alexander said « Finger crossed » Veronica « Dont worry, as wherever it will be ok if you work hard enough » Florian said « Oh dont worry she is a hard worker » Alex said miming a blow job

I snaped her head as everyone shared an hard laugh. Few minutes later we hang up. I went to the bathroom, washed myself, my tooth and changed myself in something more confortable. I went back to the living room and find Alexandra on the phone. By the way she was smiling and laughing I could tell it was Alexander. Yeah. This gurl find a boyfriend with the same name. That's kind of cute but it's also so corny. She hanged up, stood uo and went to the kitchen

« Sooooo » « What do you want again ? » i said a smirk in my face « I was wondering » she looked at me with a vicious smile « What is it Alex ? » « Are you down for some dick in Mexico » « You are something else you know that » « Im just asking ! There will be latino guys, foreigner and gurl this man Florian, he is free like the wind » «How do you know that ? » « I asked Alexander » « Mmmmh » « Mmmmh ? Gurl when is the lastime you had a man making you feel right ? I aint talking about relationship because that is another level and I know you trying to put yourself first since...» « Yea no. I'm not ready but let me think » « The fact that you have to think is not ok, you know that if the sexual frustration is not evacueted it can damaged you » « I got toys dont worry » I said putting my finger in a peace sign while im leaving the kitchen

I went to her guest bedroom, sitted on the bed and put my durag on. After sliding under the sheets I did my breath exercise so I could fall asleep faster but I couldn't. It was these exercises or sleeping pills. But I try to use them less and less since few month. They knocked me hard to hard man. After 30 minutes of try, I took my phone and opened Instagram. I scrolled my screen without being focused at all, laugh at fews memes and double tap some post. I tought about what Alex told me. It's true. It been a while since I havent give a man his chance. It didn't went well the last time. Ok here we go overthinking. I shook my hand thinking of how dumb I was when I tought about Florian. He was fine its true but you know men are trash. At least men I have a crush on 😭. I tapped « florian » in the research bar to see if I could find him. I didn't. Im defenatly not a FBI member. I will ask to Alex tomorrow, or not, it's not a good idea.

——-

I was hugging Alexandra thighly at the airport. The voice called the passagers of my flight to get ready.

« I'm goin to miss you crazy ass » I whispered « I'm goin to miss you more Robyn, but stop being weak before I start crying » « Come on aint nobody goin to cry » I push her shoulder « we're tough girls remember ? » « Yea but I wrote you a letter » she gave me a letter as I look at her ready to make fun of her « You wrote me a letter, you must be in love with me » « Of course I am, yo you're my friend soulmate » « Ok you gon make me cry now » « Go get your flight »

I tried to open the letter when she took my hand

« The fuck is you doin, you have to read it in your flight, or when you arrive to your new place but not now » « Okaaaaaaay mrs emotional »

I kissed her cheek and grabed my suit case before leaving

« See you in Tulum baby ! »

I put a peace sign above my head a went take my flight.

As I settled in my seat, I leaned my head back to the couch. Here we go baby. You can do this. You got this. It's goin to be fine. I was motivated myself when my phone buzzed. I watched my phone screen and see that Theo sent me a vocal. I put my AirPods on tap on my screen to listen his whatsap vocal message.

James. Theo James. : « You're in the plane ? »

I send him a quick answer

Robyn ✨: Yup 🛫

James. Theo James. : Ok

I watched the screen as I saw « James. Theo James is writing » when a big as message droped. Oh my god. He is goin to make me cry. Or worse. I rubbed my forehead before start reading.

James. Theo James. :

« Robyn. My baby. I know your flight is getting ready to take off. So I'm writing this to you so you can be ready for this new page.

Im goin to tell you this, and ear me out when I say: You got this.

You're smart, kind, open minded,fierce, talented, reliable, honest and a fighter. I know life ain't did good to you lately, and it's destroying me to see you leave but baby it's a fresh start. Leave all the madness, the pain and the self doubt where you at because LA is goin to be fire baby. No more drama, no more pathetic boyfriend, no more struggling. Put yourself above everything, because you deserve it. Keep your mental healthy. Communicate more, talk free and never be afraid to make people to ear your voice.

As I always say to you, even if the blood don't link us, you mean the world to me. Whenever you need anything blow my phone. I will always have an eye on you even if I know you are and you are becoming a boss a bitch woman every single day.

I know you are goin to kill it.

Text me when you arrive to your new home

I will come visit you in few months

Theo 🤍 »

I closed my eyes, bitted my lips and hold my phone on my chest. Don't cry, don't cr- too late. Tears were all over my face as I try to mute myself. Even I tried to hide it, I was feeling shitty. And those words just gave me the feeling of being discovered. I don't know how it was possible. Even if Theo and I were closed I have difficulties to talk out when I'm not feeling myself. And with this message I knew that all this time he knew how I felt but give me my space.

LA be good to me please.

—-

🎧 1 pound - Brymo

The sunlight woke me this morning. I really need to buy curtains. I mean in the rest of the place it's not that important, but wake this way is so uncomfortable. I like the darkness in my bedroom you know ? And all this light, god chill out 🤣

I stood up and head ou to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. I watched the board where I wrote my to do list yesterday night. Yeaaaa i'm trying to be more disciplined woman. I mean organized but sometimes I get too lazy. Like if I invented the word lazy myself.

End the bathroom Shopping at the supermarket Look for a car End the suitcase Work out (you can do this)

I laugh at myself knowing that I will probably not doing the last one. I washed my dishes and turn on the speaker to get in a better mood. I clean a little some stuff since there was still some cardboard here and there. I find myself dancing in front the big mirror in one of the corridor when my phone rang. I didn't know the number so I turned of the music and clear my throat.

« Robyn Matthew, how can I help you » « Hi Robyn this is William. I am with Olivia, you're on speaker. How are you ? » « Hello Robyn »

Ow my new bosses.

« Oh hello to both of you, I'm great thank you to ask. How about you two ? » « We're good ourself thank you. Have you settled yet ? » « Mmh there is still few unopened cardboards but I'm good » « Good to ear that » « You will love LA » Olivia said « I hope so, how can I help you ? » « Well Robyn we were wondering, sorry to ask again but weren't you supposed to start today ?»

My eyes grew wide as my eyebrow start dancing. I wasn't supposed to start today hell no

« I don't think so, I mean I asked to the RH department to postponed my arrival since I have a trip planned » « Oh my baaaaaaaaaad » Olivia shooted « What is it » he asked to Olivia I think « I totally forgot to tell you, Cindy told me few weeks ago but it disappeared from my mind »

My heart stoped racing fast when I told them

« You scared me ! » « I'm so sorry Robyn, William I'm sorry too » « Oh it's ok, you owe us a coffe when she arrives » « Deal » she said laughing « You better note that, or you will forget it too » « Very funny » « Anyway sorry to have bothered you Robyn » William said « It's fine » « Where are you going ? » Olivia asked « Sorry ? » « You said you are goin on a trip, where is it ? »

I twisted my face. How is that suppposed to concern them ? Robyn stay open, be nice, they're just trying to be nice.

« Tulum » « Oh Mexico, well lucky you » « Oh my god, I wish I could have holidays to a place like this » « Anyway Robyn, enjoy you're trip and come back to us resourced. You can't wait to work with you » « Thank you, see you soon » « Bye »

I hang up, a weird feeling in my guts. I mean they were nice. But I'm not really use to have this kind of conversation with my bosses. I tought that they were a good duo both of them. I find myself a little anxious about having two bosses but it's goin to be fine.

Im goin to tell you this, and ear me out when I say: You got this.

I got this. I wanted to turn back on the music. So I scrolled my screen when I saw an Instagram notification.

@bignasty wants to follow you

My face twisted again. Big nasty ? What the hell is that. I'm sure this is a porn count, or a pervet who will try to slide in my Dm. So many weird people on social medias. Thanks god the private button exists so I can control borders 😂 I clicked on it when I saw his face.

Wow.

I took few step back to my couch as my hand was on my chest. Jesus Christ. I found myself put my hand on my mouth so I don't scream and laugh akwardly. God. It was Florian. I mean I think. No no no it was him. How can you forget a face like this. I hold my breath as scrolled down his feed. This man was... l have no word. I rubbed my eyes trying to get back to earth, with a big dumb smile on my face when my phone rang

Xandra 💍 is calling

I picked up and put her on the speaker. I said hi to her in a low voice, I was feeling like I'm out of breath

« GUUUUUUUURL » she screamed « Wassup » « Did Florian asked you on Ig ? » « He did. » « GIRRRL DID YOU SAW THESE PICTURES ?!!!! » « Alexandra, i was checking him when you called » « GURRRRRRL IF YOU DONT EAT HIM ON THIS TRIP I'M KILLING YOU »

I start rubbing my eye again. He was something else. God. Why do I feel this. Then I found myself playing with my finger, where my engagement ring used to be.

It gave me a quick reminder.

« Ok he is super hot, but don't count on me for that » « You're such a child when you act like that. You know what, I'm sure you pantie is already soaking looking at his pic, so just wait. When he is goin in front of you there will be no « don't count on me for that » » « shut up » « Have you end your suite case ? » « Not yet, I think it will be handle this evening» « Ok look listen to me wisely. I don't know what you choose but switch it all up with sexiest stuff » « I'm tired of you »

We stayed on the phone for like an hour. You know how it is when besties are on the phone. All the day she kept teasing me with Florian but I didn't give attention. But I wanted to make her laugh a little so I teased her with a screen and a meme

She hit me back with a message

« gurl this is too much, you really goin to miss this chance »

What chance ? He just followed me on Instagram. I didn't even accept him yet. He must have a girlfriend, or be a fuck boy. Maybe is he gay. Ok Robyn overthinking AGAIN. It's goin to be cute holidays. I don't want to mess this up.

—— 3836 words

Wassup guys ?

How do you feel about this beginning ?

Is everything understable ? I'm French so you know you girl is struggling a little 🙈

Do not hesitate to give me feedbacks, react, and all that stuff

Next step, Tulum baby 🥵

Take care

NEXT PART

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skullrock · 4 years

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the beauty - Steve x Reader

pairing: Steve x Reader

request: since you're doing these comfort fics with steve can you write one where reader has acne please? 🥺 i struggle so much and it makes me really insecure. thank you!

word count: 900

warnings: swearing, insecurities

a/n: I felt this so hard anon. I hope you’re doing well and I hope this fic is helpful for you <3 stay strong!! I know it can feel so defeating and hopeless but you got this! you are beautiful no matter what!!

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It was the same routine every morning.

Wake up, wash your face with a wash that was way too expensive. Pat dry. Use toner. Use redness reducing lotion. Use moisturizer with salicylic acid. Apply concealer, foundation – the makeup you usually needed to feel comfortable. Stare in the mirror for entirely too long, picking at yourself, until you were nearly late to work or class.

It was a horrifying thought to go out without makeup. Actually, it was a horrifying thought to have anyone even see you without concealer. The thought made your breath catch and your stomach hurt.

The thought of Steve, your own boyfriend, seeing you without makeup was even more horrific. It sent panic through you to think of what he would say. Steve was perfect in every way – the only blemishes he ever had were from fights that he somehow managed to get into. Otherwise, his skin was smooth and beautiful, littered with beauty marks, toned and firm. Truth be told, you’d kill for his skin, and it was infuriating when he told you he just uses a gentle cleanser in the shower. Meanwhile, you had an entire skincare routine – and even if you kept it up for months, your skin still suffered.

You had a date with Steve at 7, and you could not get your foundation to sit right on your skin. You kept washing your face, toning, moisturizing. It seemed like no matter what you did, the foundation only exacerbated the blemishes, and you ended up breaking down at your vanity. It was already fifteen past, and you knew Steve was in the living room, but you could not go out like this. No way. Not an option.

As you try to pull yourself together, you hear a soft knock on your door. “Everything okay?”

“Fine, Steve,” you say quickly. But your voice is a bit too thick, and Steve’s a bit too caring.

You bury your face into your hands even more as you hear Steve enter the room. He comes to you immediately, kneeling down beside you. His brows are furrowed with worry and he rests a hand on your back. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“I’m good,” you lie. “I just keep messing up my eyeliner.”

Steve does a mix between a scoff and a snort, and it makes you laugh. “I don’t care about your eyeliner,” he says, rubbing your back. “I care about seeing you, though. Can you look at me?”

You shake your head.

“Come on,” he says gently, his hands coming to grip yours. “Let me see that pretty face –“

“Steve,” you say sharply. “Back off.”

You can feel him deflate beside you and he recoils, frowning. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to –“

“No,” you sigh. “I’m sorry - it’s not you. I just… can’t get my makeup to look right.”

“You don’t need it.”

You laugh mirthlessly. “You don’t even know how wrong you are.”

Steve’s face twists. “You don’t need makeup. You’re perfect.”

You roll your eyes behind your hands. “Okay.”

Steve huffs. “Can I see my pretty girlfriend? Please?”

It sends the worst kind of panic through you, but you relent, slowly letting your hands fall to your clean and bare face.

Steve is completely unfazed. “Y/N, you don’t even have makeup on. How were you messing it up?”

You look at him, confused. “What?”

“Did you cry it off?”

“No – you don’t think this is ugly?” You gesture to your face and Steve frowns.

“No! I don’t think your face is ugly!”

You sigh again. “The acne, Steve.”

“Oh,” he says, and blinks. “Of course, I don’t think it’s ugly. Do you think I care?”

“Steve,” you say quietly. “I know your type of girl, and it’s not someone who has acne.”

Steve looks offended. “You obviously don’t know my type of girl.” He grabs your mirror and holds it up. You stare back at your reflection sadly.

“My type of girl is someone who’s funny,” he begins. “Someone who laughs at all my stupid, dumb jokes. Who lets me buy really ridiculous stuff at the store because I think it’s neat. A girl who is always there for me and others. She has great taste and a big heart. She’s quiet and serene, but loud and bold at the same time. She has a cute laugh and a bright smile.” He grins smugly. “Sound familiar?”

“No,” you joke, and he laughs.

“Look, I know this is cheesy as shit, but I really do love you,” he promises. “Your acne isn’t a big deal to me. I still think you’re beautiful.”

You sigh heavily and take the mirror from him, gazing at yourself. “Do you really mean that?”

Steve takes the mirror back and sits it on the vanity, grabbing your hands in his. “I really mean that. You’re everything to me. With and without makeup.”

You smile and look down. “Well, good, because you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not.”

“Oh, I like it,” he says, grinning again. “I mean, I really, really like it.”

You lean down and kiss him softly. He pulls back and kisses your forehead. “Let’s stay in tonight, huh? Then you don’t have to worry about going out. I can make you food.”

You laugh. “What do you know about food?”

“Trust me,” he grins, pulling you up and hugging you. “I know more than you think.”

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skeletorific · 4 years

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This Got Out of Hand (and we’re out of paint): Marvus Xoloto ♦♠Reader

yall i swear i’m gonna get on writing stuff that actually got requested but this idea wouldn’t release me until I’d finished it so here we fuckin go

This simply could not stand.

Black flirting and romance, once upon a time, was a concept utterly foreign to you. It had taken roughly three conversations with Tegiri and Polypa on the topic (and a lot of time spent around Galekh and Tagora) before it had registered to you as anything more than consistent hate fucking and passive aggressive remarks.

That was before you met Marvus.

The clown was many things: attractive. Creative. Charismatic. Funny. Way more intelligent than he presented himself as. He was also a shit-starter, would probably pail with Zebruh before he would confess to a genuine emotion without fifteen layers of casual slang and innuendo, and seemed to take intense pleasure in riling you the fuck up whenever he got the chance. One way or another he wormed his way into your head, and suddenly you couldn’t stop hearing his voice in your head even when he wasn’t around. Challenging you, teasing you, testing you, doing his utmost to get you a nice, steaming anger before ruffling your hair with a wink and walking away.

It was also possible you were a little bit smitten with him.

Or maybe a lot.

Regardless, in time you’d come to understand that it was a mutual thing. For as much as he didn’t show it, you were beginning to read between the many, many lines with the clown. He enjoyed the hell out of you, sure, but he also seemed to find you something of a puzzle. Beyond the fact that you still hadn’t kicked Zebruh to the curb (and he never failed to send you an eye-rolling emoji whenever he appeared in one of your Chittr photos), every story about your past that came up seemed to render him a little bewildered about what it was you’d put up with in order to attain those sweet and lofty fruits of FRIENDSHIP.

“i mean, lil stab-stab here, lil push off a cliff here, ‘sall gucci sunshine. normal n all that shizz.” He’d said, in one of his rarer moments of honesty. The fact that both of you had slammed a couple liters of faygo in the aftermath of a particularly exhausting show probably had something to do with it. He lounged on the couch, absently combing fingers through his piles of hair. “but keep hangin out wih m-fers what still wish ya harm, or bloo shizzheads what won’t take no for an answer, that’s a whole other thing, uhearme?”

You’d waved dismissively from your position lying on the floor. You were a little drunk yourself at the time. “Its fine. Usually. And when its not its like….phoo, somehow it gets fine anyways!”

“jus sayin” he said, shifting until he was upside down on the couch, face inches from yours. Close enough that you could see the greasepaint starting to flake off. “need sumbody what can keep ya from gettin urself killed, lil buddy.”

“You volunteering?” You’d crooned. Ok, croon is a strong verb, it was more like slurred, but crooning was the intention is what matters.

“u askin me to?” He smirked, pressing a single claw to your forehead. Internally, you’re pretty sure that’s not how volunteering works, but noticing that isn’t at the top of your hierarchy of needs currently.

“Mmmmaybe.” You rolled onto your back. You can feel your heart pounding just a bit right now, but somehow your voice is floating even and light. Like you don’t have a care in the world, and this is just one more joke in the scheme of your weird mobius double irony reacharound of a relationship. “Maybe I wanna go all gorlekh with you, what do ya think of that.”

“‘scuse?”

“Gorlekh. Gorgor and Lekh-…..lekh….” You made a dismissive noise, gesticulating your hands wildly as you moved to sit up. “The black one!”

“….ur talkin spades?”

“Yeah! The kissmissies….kissmich….” Wow faygo was no joke on your system. “The hate one. Like I don’t hate you, except I think I do a bit? But like in that weird alien way where I think it just makes me like you more and its confusing but I don’t wanna stop and you’re so damn cute and….and…”

Your voice trails off.

Because the man is honest to globes grinning. No smirk, no lazy half-smile, no lowered eyelids, nothing to give that careful impression that he’s only happy in a chill way. Just a huge, toothy smile that split his face.

Bro that shit was radiant.

“m-fer, u have no idea what ur in for….”

—–

You really hadn’t but you hadn’t had a moment of regret since then.

It was a constant game of one upmanship between you, an intense competition to see who could get who to visibly express their emotions first. Maybe that was unusual by kismesis standards: it didn’t seem much like Tagora and Galekh’s dynamic. But you were enjoying every second of it, and if Marvus had complaints he sure as hell wasn’t voicing them.

The only downside, all told, was the lack of time.You didn’t have hours to build on the tension. More often than not you had moments between shows. Actual antagonism had to be planned in to make sure the point got across without actually getting either of you hurt. After a full day of work he was usually too burnt out for more than light teasing and, to borrow his phrase, “sloppy makeouts”.

Those sloppy makeouts were becoming in themselves the point of your focus.

—-

After one such particular petting session, you glanced at the clock out of the corner of your eye. Fuck, it was late (er….early) and you had a long walk home with your car out of commision. You sighed, pulling yourself off of him with no small amount of protest. “I’ve gotta go.”

“u got some1 else u gotta do this to” he muttered, getting to his feet and brushing himself off. You were starting to realize a denied, overtired Marvus was a grumpy Marvus, which was as endearing as it was needy as hell.

“Maybe~.” You say, enjoying the glint he got in his eyes. You straighten out your clothes for a bit. “Tomorrow?”

“day off tomorrow bruh. clown church” He slipped an arm around you from behind, leaning down by your neck. “which means u can stay here-”

“Mm-mm” You slip free, nudging his face back. “Not tonight. Not here.”

“keep tellin ya juggz don’t spread shizz around” He said, lips pouting out a bit, which forces you to look away.

Denial is part of the game, after all.

“‘Juggz’ aren’t the only people around here. And I’m not looking to get your fanbase up my ass. I’ve got more than enough people looking to cull me”

“Hehe, tryna make me jealous ;o)”

You roll your eyes and head for the exit to his dressing room.The cool night air beckons outside, but you find your path suddenly obstructed by his arm. With a huff, you look up at him. “I’m heading ou-Mmm!”

The head turn had allowed him to get a grip on your chin and pull you into another deep kiss. Not a kiss, actually, if there was a word for it you’d describe it as some kind of facial wrestling match. He kissed around your mouth, your cheeks, your eyelids, in rapid succession, all the while insistently rubbing his nose and cheeks against your face as you spluttered.

“Marvus-I—hey!!”

With a final peck to the tip of your nose, he drew back grinning ear to ear, face paint now a smeary mess. “have a nice nite, b~”

And you suddenly found yourself outside, hearing the door lock behind you.

Oh that little- You snatched your phone out of your pocket and turned on your front facing camera. Sure enough, your face was now suddenly covered in white-grey paint, already caking on your cheeks and making you look like you’d fallen face first into glue.

“Marvus, I’m gonna kill you!” You said, pounding at the door. From the other side you swear you hear him laughing, which is only adding kindling to the fire at this point.

Great. Perfect. You could either face the long walk home or use your sweatshirt to wipe it off and leave a visible stain on the black sleeves. Fuck it, you won’t be able to make it to Tyzias’s to do laundry for a bit, so you’re gonna have to walk of shame your way home. Fanfuckingtastic.

Practically the second you crossed the threshold your phone buzzed.

therealxoloto: send pics before u clean urself up aight ;o)

Oh he wanted a fucking-

You sent him a well backlit photo of your face, largely covered by an Alternian hand gesture Mallek had taught you.

therealxoloto: hell ye that’s that good shizz

Alien_among_you: you think you’re so funny

therealxoloto: clown church baby lmao

therealxoloto: i’m fxxkin hi lar i OUS

therealxoloto: ♠

Alien_among_you: ♠

You go to bed with cheeks red and chapped from being scrubbed, which was DEFINITELY the only reason they were red.

—-

After that, no kiss was safe, not truly. He’d found a button to press, and he sure as hell wasn’t gonna leave it alone while it still worked. Sometimes he’d led you go days, wipes even, without an incident, only to jump you once you were lulled into a false sense of security. Practically everything you owned had been stained with the stuff with the point, and you’d gotten more mouthfuls of it than you’d care to mention.

And naturally, this meant war.

It took you some time to figure out an appropriate revenge. Just stealing his paints felt over the line somehow. While you were still figuring out the ropes of clown religion, the fact that you had yet to see a clown without the stuff probably meant it was important. Marvus had only just started cleaning it off in front of you, and while he hadn’t made a big deal out of it, you’d gotten the impression that it was kind of a moment for him.

So, taking the stuff wasn’t an option. All that was left was to thwart it.

Can’t mess up a face already covered.

You waited till he’d left to run an early rehearsal, then quickly raided the vanity, tracking down brushes and setting powder and a couple of those little white brushes. You opened the tins and carefully positioned yourself in front of the mirror. Alright. Ok.

You hadn’t exactly done this before, but how hard could it be to figure out?

Fifteen minutes later you realized that optimism was a bit misplaced. You weren’t exactly aiming for perfect, but you at least didn’t want it to look like a kid had painted you up. That would give him leverage to flip the teasing back on you, which was not the point of the exerices. You kept have to undo your work. The diamonds edges were too round, or too wide. The eyebrows were uneven. It took you far too long to figure out how to even tape down your natural brows. The makeup wipes were starting to pile up and paint was getting much lower. How the hell did he do this every day, it looked practically effortless-

Footsteps in the hallway.

Panic rose in your throat as you swept the trash into a nearby can and haphazardly tried to make the vanity look like it had when he left. As they grew closer, you realized your eyebrows were still taped down, and ripping those off in a hurry was probably not the best idea. You practically dove into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“¿Yo, I leave my palmhusk in here?”

You feel a sudden rush of relief. Not your clown. You recognize the voice: Payasa, one of the newer acts. You open the door a crack, seeing a tall juggalette with close cropped hair and a complex design resembling a moth across the center of your face. Damn, you weren’t even managing basic geometric patterns, how the hell did she paint that on every morning? “Haven’t seen it, sorry.”

“¿damn, sorry ‘bout the intrusion?” The lanky clown starts to leave, before hesitating. “¿uhh…..you doin alright motherfucker?¿Need me to get the big man?”

“No! No….” you say quickly. “I’m fine.”

“¿alright…?”

A thought occurs to you just before she leaves. Normally it’d be uncomfortable asking, but…you wanted to get this done.“….actually you know what.” You push open the bathroom door. “Could I get some help with something?”

She turns around quickly, gaze eager. Alien or no alien, she’s new here and eager to please. “¿watcha need?”

“I need you to help me put some face paint on.” You say, gesturing pointedly to your eyebrow situation.

You feel a cold spot of dread as the clown’s cheeks go bright purple. Oh globes, is this one of those troll things you’ve just put your foot in. Did you just spit in the face of the mirthful messiahs or something.

Payasa rubs the back of her head, eyes darting towards the door. “¿er….does Marvus…know about this?”

“Its a surprise for him,” You say quickly. Hoping against hope, because otherwise its back to the drawing board or figure out how to do it yourself.

“¿I…?” The clown grimaces, nervously tugging on one of her many piercings. She seems to be at war with something inside herself. Finally, she swallows and looks back down at you. “¿sure….?”

A relieved look crosses your face. “Thank you so much, I promise I wouldn’t ask otherwise, but I’m pretty hopeless at this.

“¿heh…no p?” She said, giving you a shy half-smile. “¿did you uh….have a design in mind?”

“Oh, that’s the easy part. I just need you to copy Marvus’ design.”

Another weighty silence. The purple faded, and its hard to tell under the makeup but you think she might have just gone pale, her eyes bulging out of her head.

“….is that….is that not ok?” You say weakly.

“¿I-….it’s uh, fine!?” She managed to stammer out. The gazes towards the door returned, but after another look at your pleading face she seemed to gather her courage and slam it closed, making you jump. “¿its fine.?¿ Can do it quick, right?¿ Don’t have to be a big deal or nothin…?”

“Uh….sure?”

Payasa drags up a chair to the vanity bench and gestures for you to sit down. Despite the oddness of her behavior, you’re didn’t get this far looking gift clowns in the mouth. You sit down.

She makes quick work of it, though she still seems nervous. Her face keeps going purpler and purpler the longer she paints, and her ears flatten to the side of her skull as she worries her lip with her fangs.

“Are you sure this is ok?” You finally ask. “There’s not like, a rule against this or anything, right? I don’t want you to….I don’t know, commit heresy or something.”

“¿Nah, nah, not heresy, motherfucker.?” She says quickly, dabbing the poff in the setting powder before carefully dusting you. “¿Jus….little unusual is all.?¿But ain’t my place to judge.?”

“Why is it unusual?” True, Marvus seemed to prefer to do his own makeup, but you’d seen other juggalos do each others faces all the time, especially on the rare wipe end Marvus could drag you out to clown church. It had always seemed kind of peaceful.

“¿I uh….think I’m gonna let Marvus tell ya about that.?” She mutters, putting on the finishing touches. “¿Ain’t sinful, though, promise.?”

“Well….that’s good, I guess.” You help her put the paints away. “Thanks again. His reaction should be worth it, at least.”

She let out a sharp laugh. “¿Yeah, imagine it will…?” She got to her feet, replacing the chair and giving you a lazy, two-fingered salute. “¿Gotta bounce and get ready for my set.?¿have a nice night, little motherfucker.?”

“You too.” Man, what does it say about your life right now that ‘little mothefucker’ read as affectionate. Before you can contemplate that, Payasa leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Marvus doesn’t come back for another twenty minutes or so. You lounge on the couch, scrolling through your messages and dicking around with a couple of games you’d downloaded for Diemen. You got so far down the rabbithole that by the time Marvus opened the door you’d almost forgotten what was on your face.

Almost.

“m-fin sound issues, swear 2 fxxkin glob…” He was muttering, twirling his staff absently in his fingers. “sorry i’m-”

He finally turns his eyes on you, and you’re treated to a rare sight.

Marvus Xoloto, speechless. Mouth still halfway open on its way to whatever he’d been planning to say. Eyes slowly tracing your face. You could practically see the question marks popping up over his head.

Its your turn to smirk, tucking your phone back into your pocket as you sit up, tossing your hair back a bit. “Lookin for your makeup rag? Bad news bitch, I’m already co-”

Marvus heads back outside, slamming the door.

….Ok. Not the reaction you were expecting.

You waited for a second. Was this a bit?

….

Ok ok not a bit not a bit-

You scrambled to your feet, following him out the door.

Instinctively you move towards the green room, but he’s not there. Just a couple of the others, lounging around and hitting each other with squirts of a substance you deeply hope is whipped cream. One of them catches sight of you and their eyes go wide. “….damN, didnT knoW yoU anD xolotO werE therE.”

“Have you seen-….what do you mean there.”

They chuckle, getting up and clapping you on the shoulder, giving you a big goofy grin. “he’S A luckY maN. prettY surE I saW hiM headiN foR thE costumeS closeT. leT A brotheR knoW iF yoU neeD A buckeT oR somethiN, aY”

Coming down to it you wish Marvus’ friends were a little less helpful sometimes. “I…think we’re good. Thanks” You brush past him on your way to the closet, hearing a couple distant “whoops” as you retreated.

The costumes closet is tucked away in a small corner. He’s not there, and for a moment you nearly considered looping back to his dressing room, before-…

Is that muffled screaming?!

Nervously you tap on the door. “Marvus…”

The sound lapses, and there’s a long pause.

“…..ye?”

“You uh, doin alright in there.”

“heh…def b. gucci.”

“You kinda rushed out.”

“…..”

“I’m coming in.”

“…..cool” he says, sounding resigned.

You open the door. Its stuffed to the brim with an array of truly unspeakable clothes. In the blinding sea of color Marvus is practically camouflaged, but you do eventually spot him. Slumping against the back wall, holding a crumpled shirt in his hand that he seems to have been screaming into. His expression is stony and tired in a way you aren’t used to seeing from him, and his eyes aren’t meeting yours.

One of the hardest things you’ve had to figure out about kismesis is when to break kayfabe. Following every barb or prank with an apology kind of defeats the purpose of a kismesis. They’re supposed to let you dangle a bit. But at the same time there are lines that can’t be crossed. You’re not supposed to genuinely hurt them, or force past boundaries they aren’t comfortable being violated.

The issue, especially in Marvus’ case, is figuring out the difference between the two.

You close the door behind you, pressing your back against the cool metal. “So…..I’m getting the impression that this,” You gesture to your face. “May have been a bit more symbolic than was my intention.”

He’s quiet for a long moment. You can see him struggling against himself, probably considering whether or not he should try to laugh it off. In the end though, he just nods.

“And I may have hurt you somehow?”

“u didnt-”He groaned, tilting his head to lean against the wall and closing his eyes tight. “who even did that 2 ya…”

“I….they’re not gonna get in trouble, right?”

He gave you a Look.

Right. Not his style. “Payasa”

“n she didn’t think to explain y that might give a clown some m-fin pusher problems?”

“She was acting kinda weird about it, but I think she assumed I knew. Or…was maybe a little too scared”

He sighed, breath coming out in a huff. “fxxkin messiahs…” Slowly, he slid down the wall to sit on the ground.

You hesitated a second, before approaching him. Carefully, you slid to sit down next to him, resting your hands on his knees. “…Can you explain it to me? Please?”

His claws traced out patterns in the shirt he was still holding, as his eyes seemed a million miles away. You found your attention drawn to the slow rise and fall in his chest, the tension in his shoulders. He seemed nervous, a weird look on a man who came alive in front of a crowd of millions of rampaging teens.

“juggz paint iz personal shizz. start workin on the lewk on yer naming day and it keeps changin while you’re changin. lotta symbolism and liturgical shizz go into it but the main thing iz its….u.” He turns over his hands, staring down at them. Faint purple lines run across the palm, a crisscross of old scars. “ur paint’s ur identity. sum mothafucker steals that, they’re stealin u. hell, even gettin some1 else to paint for ya is a big fxxkin deal. ur puttin ur whole identity in their hands and askin em to put it on ya. lotta clowns don’t even let their quadrants paint em”

Your palms go clammy. In your long proud history of fuck-ups, this one didn’t quite take the cake, but it had definitely cut out a larger slice than would be deemed socially appropriate. “I….holy shit, Marv, I’m sorry.”

“sorry?”

“I didn’t realize, this was like, taking something from you. I can take it off-”

You cut off your sentence when you realize his shoulders are shaking.

If he’s fucking crying you are gonna lose your entire mind-

And then a laugh tears out of his throat. Low and throaty and sweet and uncontrollable, the kind of laugh you heard from him maybe once in a blue moon. You’re taken aback (and more than a little flustered). You can only watch, cheeks growing progressively redder as he slowly subsides, hunching up a bit as he tries to catch his breath.

“I…what….”

“fxxkin saviors, b, sumtimes i forget, ufeelme?” He turned to look at you, grinning wide. “forget how alien u are to allathis. i ain’t mad”

“You aren’t?”

“nah lmao”

“….then what was all of this about?!” You say, shoving his shoulder. “I thought you said-”

He catches your wrist, pulling you to straddle his lap. “hey, hey, don make a m-fer bust out the shoosh paps.” He says, tone completely amused as he soothingly strokes your arms. “jus shuddup for a sec and lemme get raw, kk?”

You decidedly have more to say. But… looking at the soft expression on his face you’re having a hard time remembering what it is. In the end you nod for him to continue, settling back at bit against his legs.

He takes your hand, gently unfurling it and caressing circles in the palm with his thumb. “ur paint is u. and the people all in ya life, the 1s that count….they’re also u.” His thumb presses down solidly, shooting sparks up your arm. “told ya, the design grows like u do. pretty much expected once shizz gets serious with some1 ur gonna change things up a bit to reflect that. like chahut. the heavy paint round the sight specs a reference to that little indigo shit she goes craftin with. doesn’t always happen right away, but, when it does…” He releases your hand and moves up to cup your face. Eyes lidding a bit as he contemplates the design, traces the diamonds with his eyes. “pretty fxxkin big deal”

“I…..so, when I….” Your face goes red with the sudden implications, which makes him chuckle.

“yeah lol. kick in the bulge. not xxxactly what i was thinkin i’d see”

“So….that’s why you left?”

His lips press together a bit, and he gives a shrug at least twice as nonchalant as it should be. “…yeah. woulda been trippy even if ya were another purple but knowin u had no fxxkin clue what u did. like watchin a lil squeaker paint prophecies in stick figures. had to get out just to make sure i didn’t do smthn weird as hell”

“…..like what?”

He hums, gripping your chin and dragging you back down to press a soft kiss on your lips. Warm breath fans across your face as he smirks, exposing just a bit more of his fangs than was technically necessary. “show ya when we got more time ;o)”

You groaned. “This is illegal”

“fxxkin arrest me then bih” He patted your thigh, flicking his brows up.

You mutter something treasonous under your breath.

“n-y ways, u should clean urself up” He kissed your forehead. “camera crew$$$ gunna b up my a*s soon”

You sigh. “Right…” Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you push yourself to your feet. “Heaven forbid we appear to visibly be a couple”

“rite? gross lmao”

You shake your head and smile as you head for the door. “Right. Gross.”

“hey.”

Before you can turn around he’s wrapped his arms around you from behind, fitting you neatly to him. He leans down to bury his face in your shoulder, and despite the circumstances that lead you here, you know the only motivation is a desire for closeness. “let me do u up next time” He mumbles, voice rumbling against the skin of your neck. “not mine, but….somethin a yours. find out who u are, ya feel?”

…..You cover his hands your own, squeezing them tight and biting your lip to hide a grin. “….bold of you to assume there’ll be a next time, bozo”

“c’mon, we both kno u can’t resist the idea of my touchstumps all up in ur nugbone hehe ;o)”

“Sure that sentence would be very sexy to someone who isn’t an alien.” You turn in his grip to face him probably. “….love you.”

“aw, babe, that’s gay lol”

“I taught you what that means and you weaponize it against me? Treason.”

“i’m 1 naughty m-fer.” He kissed your forehead. “love ya 2”

“And…..hope you aren’t attached to this shirt.”

“…wha-”

Acting fast, you yank up his shirt and scrape it across your face, taking as much greasepaint off as you could before breaking free of his grip and bolting out the door. Loud, clowny curse words chase you as you tear through the halls, a smile threatening to break your face in half as you ran.

The road to vengeance is long sometimes, but it sure is sweet.

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college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: II (donghyuk’s pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: platonic!mark+dy/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college best friend warning: a lil swearing (best get used to it lol)

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II: relationship consolidation.. it’s platonic i swear

the fellowship continues (mark + dy/n)

so the month that follows your first meeting

is full of

a mixture of crackheadedness and tortured artist vibes

a lot of it is sending lit memes and other shit to each other at 2am when u have an 8am the next morning and yelling at each other for keeping u up so late but then laughing again at whatever the ridiculous punchline was

“to quote shakespeare’s hamlet, act v, scene ii, line 270: no”

/deep inhale/ /unhinged laughter/

that’s your inside joke for a whole two weeks mark couldn’t get the numbers right the first few times uwu poor confused thing but he got it after a while so good on him

in the second class after the first day, you try your best to find in him the crowd of people lining up to go into the lecture theatre but you can’t and it’s almost time to go in and—

oop you’re getting swept by the current of the masses

you still try to look for him even then

and luckily your attempts pay off !bc you do see him further up the stairs

,, but he’s

,.talking to another person, sitting in a seat on the end of the row

slightly disappointed that you can’t sit together and get to know him better and hopefully become friends but !! still optimistic that you’ll just make new friends

you file into an empty seat near his row a little further down the stairs from where he was sitting

you take out your materials and start to go over your notes from the day before when

someone plops himself down on the seat next to you

you look up and before you can smile in greeting, you recognise

it’s mark!!

he says “heyyy” in that rlly soft voice idk if you’ve seen the vid of him going ʰᶦ but that’s the voice he uses here

and you’re like “oh hi! wait i thought i saw you sitting over there” pointing behind u

and he’s like “oh i just met a friend and i was saving his girlfriend’s seat haha.. she just arrived so they kicked me out and i saw u and !!yeah”

and u nod at him like “nice nice i thought you ditched me” jokingly ofc

“no no i was actually trying to find you but.. you’re too short”

“i’m what”

/whispers/ “i’m sorry omg don’t kill me pls”

/stands up straighter to assert dominance/ “say that again, marcus. say that again”

ajsagdfo cuties

“ok then should we meet somewhere before the lectures”

so you decide on the benches outside the building as Your Spot™

the lecture’s just an introduction to the first text in the syllabus bc . second class

and so there’s quite a bit of note taking,, naturally

mark forgets what the prof says before he can write it down and this particular prof, you learn, is prone to talking fast and then switching the lecture slides before anyone can write anything important down

poor mark is doing a lot of looking up at the slides and then down at his notebook and :(((

so r u but u seem to have better memory than him so u either have the lecture slides up if you’re a typer with your notes or manage to write your notes and still listen to the prof if you’re a writer idk yalls preferences so

meanwhile mark whispers under his breath,, half to himself

“what” don’t we all,, mark.. don’t we all

and he does that a few times so you look over and he’s written barely anything so at that point he’s almost just resorted to listening to the prof and not taking notes at all

then he seems to catch himself and he starts writing down whatever key terms the prof is spewing and you realise

kid’s blanking out lmfao

so you tell him you’ll send your notes over to him after class and he’s like !! R U SURE im so sorry im not used to this sPEED and i can’t put my hand up and ask him to slow down someone else has to do that

and u just nod and tell him it’s all g

so class ends and you wave goodbye (confirming to meet at the benches next week too) to go to your tutorial class that happens to be right after the lecture and so does he,,

and this is your thought process for the next five or so minutes:

there’s only one exit so surely he’s only going outside and not the same way as me

oh look he’s going the same way as me.. i’m sure he’s just going to another building ooh that’s a pretty cool tree

hey we can walk to our next classes together and then split up where we have to go in different directions

is he turning left or right left or right i’m going left left or right left or—wait oh cool

ah there’s a bunch of classes in this building too surely he’s on a different floor. see he’s going up the stairs—wait he’s going up the stairs.. so am i..,,,

nah surely he’s going up another floor

wait if he’s going up another floor.. why isn’t he going on the elevator

does he have a fear of enclosed spaces

does he have childhood trauma in an elevator

maybe he keeps fit by climbing stairs

lol this is my floor, be funny if..

hang on a second

HANG ON A SECOND

“HANG ON A SECOND” that wasn’t one of your thoughts btw that was. out loud

very loud

and he turns around, startled at your voice again

looking up from his phone and eyes getting wider than they were in their initial reaction

“wHAT THE—WAIT HOLD UP HOLD UP HOLD UP—”

he’s giggling at this point bc it’s so funny to him

“HOLD—YOU’RE?? in this tute too??”

“are we??—”

“—in the same class?” yall say that in unison bc that’s the proliferation of a Wholesome Friendship™ right there

u laugh bc wow this is my new best friend

“this is crazyyy”

“yeah what the f..” he highkey cuts himself off bc i mean day 2 guys

but then you

“exactly what the fuck...”

lmfao he knows then that it’s ok to swear with you

n e ways

y’all keep talking until your tutor arrives and lets you in the class

ofc you sit next to each other in the tute as well

you have a great time and class ends quicker than you thought bc you’re having fun and that’s always gewd

so the next few weeks u’re just vibing with each other

walking to class together after ur lectures

walking each other to other classes

studying together in the library in your spare time catching up on content and exploring ideas discussed in tutes for your shakespearean sonnets class

"o romeo, romeo, wherefore were thou and juliet teenage dumbfucks”

he couldn’t stop laughing at that for three days straight

“t..teENAGE /wheeze/ dUMBFUCKS HAHAHAHAHA”

getting pretty close basically

sharing hobbies and music tastes (u find out he plays guitar and it’s the biggest possession he brought into his dorm from his house and listens to frank ocean and john mayer a lot, watches fullmetal alchemist)

sometimes you’ll come to meet him at the benches full on catwalking down the path with your airpods in and resting bitch face on listening to some dope shit while the crowd parts for you and he’s just like O.O

how is she friends with me

he thinks you’re so cool it’s cute

but he’s also alr convinced himself that you’re so out of his league he highkey won’t dare try and make a move

n e ways

he sees ur airpods and he’s like “aren’t you afraid you’re gonna lose them one day”

and you just look at him and go “do i look like a fool, marcus”

he laughs so hard at that

complaining to you abt his roommate in real time over text like

marcus the fool 🤡: “dude he’s whining at me to ‘play with him’ i don’t want to play with him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s getting jealous of u”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he asks who u think u r”

you: “tell him i would fight him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he says u won’t win”

you: “bet”

marcus the fool 🤡: “i told him u don’t need to fight for my attention bc uve alr got it”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s fake crying”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he’s telling me to leave the house and leave the kids”

you: “am i a homewrecker now”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he calls u a homewrecker”

you: “tell him i’ll kiss it better”

one day like a month or so into your friendship

you rush to the benches with that look on your face that says you’re about to murder someone which usually disappears when you see him and take out your airpods bc rbf

so he ,, approaches with caution ,,, easy does it,,

yes he’s wondering if it’s your time of month

ngl it åctually was which makes things worse

t e n t a t i v e l y he asks on the way into the lecture theatre

“hey dy/n u ok?? u look.. ok nvm”

bc u lowkey glared at him but u didn’t mean to i swear u just looked at him but u were alr in a bad mood

so ure like “sorry yes i’m fine i didn’t have my coffee today so i may be a bit cranky”

“what happened? u sleep in or smth”

“yeah i slept at 4 last night”

“wHY did u do that”

“idK but i was running late just now and the line at the cafe was so long i stood in line for five minutes and i said nop class is abt to start”

“oh okey”

this keeps bugging him all throughout the lecture

so he turns to u when the lecture is over and he’s like

“u have another lecture next right”

“yes marcus i have another lecture that you’re taking with me”

“come ditch with me i’ll shout u a coffee”

“what really”

“for sure, we can catch up on the lecture in the library tonight”

and you remember that you’d made plans with your roommate my/n to go to the library that night anyway so you agree and let him know

so he’s like “oh rlly? can i bring my roomie along too he probs doesn’t have other plans anyway i hear they’re doing some kind of project so he better not be going anywhere” with a lil frown uwu angery mark

“sure don’t see why not. we’ll all study together”

“nice i’ll let him know”

“cool”

cool

u see where i’m going with this

waggles eyebrows

wink wink nudge nudge

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A Recorded Life (42/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1434 Chapter Summary: Only three days left until the album release and Agreste Gala. There is much to think about, and also much going on in the friend group. What are they planning? Author's Note: oops a really late upload. Busy day but here we are! This idea actually came from a comment on Ao3 from forever ago- but thank you for the idea!! (the serenade part lol). The beginning is the fans on Twitter, I tried to make it clear but I'm not sure. Gala is NEXT CHAPTER!!!

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3 Days until the gala

omg guys thREE DAYS UNTIL JAGGED STONE ALBUM !!!

THREE DAYS UNTIL JAG X MARI COLLAB RELEASE I CANT WAIT TO GET MY MERCH

we know its 3 days until the album release but yall are forgetting that it's also the day of the Agreste Gala!!! Can't wait to see my favorite couple all dressed up and rocking the place

WE GET TO SEE MARI'S FINISHED DRESS SOON!!!!

JAGGED @JaggedStone Only a few more days until the album release! Can't wait for everyone to hear all the songs and see @MarinetteDC 's designs. Be on the lookout for a special surprise, too!

JAGGED @JaggedStone I think I qualify to run Marinette's fan club. Is that a thing? It is now. I'm the founder of the @MarinetteDC fan club. Like this tweet and follow Marinette to join.

Adrien @AdrienAgreste @JaggedStone Can I be co-founder?

JAGGED @JaggedStone @AdrienAgreste you can be vice president only because you're her boyfriend. Actually you have to be co-vice presidents with @alyacesaire because she's been in the unofficial Marinette fanclub since day 0

Adrien @AdrienAgreste @JaggedStone that's fair, I accept. When is our first meeting?

JAGGED @JaggedStone @AdrienAgreste When we meet next for the Adrien vs. Jobs video!

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THE WHAT?? VIDEO???

ADRIEN IS DOING AN ADRIEN VS JOBS WITH JAGGED YES YES YES WE GET TO HEAR ADRIEN SIIIIIIIIIING

HES GOING TO ROCK THIS JOB THANK YOU JAGGED THANK YOU MARINETTE THANK YOU ADRIEN I CAN'T WAIT

y'all are forgetting that Adrien is kinda meant to fail these jobs. What if he's a bad singer

JAGGED did you just spoil something

omg the next adrien vs jobs video confirmed???

JAGGED @JaggedStone oops I'm sorry @MarinetteDC @AdrienAgreste

Normally, Marinette's notifications were full and active. But she always knew when Jagged Stone had tweeted about her, because it seemed like everything tripled in amount. And of course, Jagged slipped up out the Adrien vs. Jobs agreement- she hadn't even been able to tell Adrien yet! She was keeping it a surprise until they all could be together, because Nino was invited as well, and Alya was just as excited about it.

Marinette's phone rang, not even two minutes after Jagged tweeted the spoiler. "Hi, Adrien."

"We're doing an Adrien vs. Jobs with Jagged Stone?" He asked, very loudly. "That is so awesome. How'd you manage to score that?"

Marinette chuckled. "Uh, I just...asked him? He was really excited about it. He's already coming up with ideas for what to do, but I think it might just be a cover of a song. Nino's invited too, to do some backtrack. But don't tell him," She said. "Are you on your way to get him? Alya said she's still waiting for you guys to come by," She asked. They were all getting together to make a video and show off her gala dress.

"Yeah, I left the mansion a few minutes ago, and I'm almost to Nino's. Then we'll go pick Alya up; then we'll be back. Shouldn't be too long, now," Adrien promised. "I swear, we won't get lost this time."

"You better not! I expect you guys all here soon."

"Of course, Milady," Adrien said. "See you soon."

They hung up, and Adrien snickered at his phone. Marinette didn't know it, but during bro-time the other day, Nino and Adrien came up with a plan to make a funny video for Marinette. He saw it in his Twitter mentions recently, where a fan said that Adrien and Nino would be the kind of boyfriends to play music on a boombox and serenade their girlfriend's from outside their windows. That fan is very correct, and they are going to prove it.

Nino dug out an old CD player and some CDs that they could play and sing along to. Adrien found a video camera (not as good as Marinette's, but it would work), and they were ready. He mostly went to the Agreste Mansion to talk to Nathalie about the gala, but also to get a camera, so he killed two birds with one stone!

After Adrien met up with Nino, the first stop was Alya's, and Nino had picked out a song that they listened to all the time to sing to her. It kind of backfired, though, because instead of Alya being the one to hear, her two little sisters did and opened the window to yell at Nino that they liked his song. He stopped halfway through and asked them to get Alya, but they told her she was waiting in the apartment lobby for them. Adrien put the camera in Nino's face and forced him to go inside the lobby and sing to her, which Alya will never let him live down.

They all rushed to Marinette's, and the three of them stood outside as Laura Nightingale's song about the Miraculous heroes played. They fast-forwarded to the part where the male sings to the female, obviously meant to be Chat Noir to Ladybug, and it was perfect. They texted Marinette when they were close and told her to wait on her balcony. That way, she would one-hundred percent be the one to hear the serenade. As they walked up, the song started, and Adrien sang along.

Marinette stood up and looked over the edge when she realized what was going on. "You guys are such dorks!" She laughed loudly, even harder when she noticed it was all being recorded. "Where in the world did you get that idea?"

"Twitter!" Both Adrien and Nino yelled back, then stopped the song soon after and headed inside the bakery.

"I was wondering when you bunch would arrive," Chloé turned to the three as they entered. "Didn't want to go up without you. I'm still not sure how cool Marinette and I are," She explained.

Sabine jokingly rolled her eyes. "I told her it would have been perfectly fine to go up, but she didn't believe me."

"Well, we're all here now," Adrien said and led the group upstairs to meet Marinette.

Marinette waited at the door with a smirk on her face. "Did you really go back to the mansion just to get a camera?"

"Oh, no, I wouldn't go back willingly," Adrien scoffed. "I had to talk top Nathalie about Friday. I just picked it up while I was there," He said and kissed her cheek. "But, we basically got you a free video!"

"You have some amazing footage of Nino, too," Alya winked. "Now, let me see the dress!"

"Me too," Chloé added from the back of the group. She was met with strange looks from the rest of the group. "What? You guys act like I wouldn't want to see it. Heck, I watched a bit of the stream. If you're going to run the Agreste fashion empire one day, I need to keep an eye on my mother's competition," She said. "Well, that and I really want to know what it looks like."

Marinette cocked her head, but brushed it off. "Thank you?" She said, but it came out as more of a question. Marinette already filmed the reveal video, but she wanted to get the reactions of her friends. It was a ballgown style dress, mostly pink, with flower accents and some lace throughout. They were excited to see her in it, and knew it was going to be the most eye-catching dress at the gala.

With it being only three days away, the stress and anxiety was growing throughout everyone. Marinette and Adrien reevaluated their plan with everyone, and they all agreed. Chloé would be on standby in the hotel with Pollen, since she was not allowed to go. Alya and Nino would be together and ready for action, and Alya was still upset she couldn't get a press pass. (It was probably for the best, it may have been suspicious for her to be there, as well.)

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"Is everything ready for the gala, Nathalie?"

"Yes, I even talked with Adrien today. Are you sure that the timing will be right?" She replied.

"From what I know, they have no idea. But we still have to play it safe. Chat Noir and Ladybug will be in my home, together, and hopefully unaware. I will find their Kwamis, forcing them to give me their Miraculous," Gabriel explained. "It would be even luckier to distract Adrien and Marinette with her fashion icons or interviews, and their jewelry just happens to go missing," He laughed.

Nathalie nodded. "I will test it all again tonight. I'm sure the plan will work perfectly."

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@lady-of-the-roses-and-lilies @bookishserendipity03 @avatheexceed @gkz10 @coccinellegirl @kat-thatoneweirdo @strawberryblondish @snow-swordswoman @lilgaga98 @evufries

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incorrecttwoset · 4 years

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Lesson time with Dani:

youtube

I think the lesson we all learned here today is that I probably shouldn't look down on kpop too much. But then, I have listened to a lot of vocaloid and read along with the lyrics which get pretty intense sometimes. I would give examples but Prof. Nic has gone through many a phase and I cannot remember all of them. (And some i dont want to remember)

So, lets get on with the... songs? Pieces? Lyrics? Shall we?

1. Opera: Verdi - La Travita, Aria: Sempre Libera (Always Free), Character: Violetta. Lol i seriously thought that this was a pop song I havent heard of. But when i realized how this game was gonna go, aka when they revealed that it was opera and a translation thing, i stepped up my guessing game. But like SERIOUSLY THOOOOO. Who could've known? (Probably the singer or a person who actually understands the language) But damn son. Quiz-sama ain't playin aROUND.

2. Pop: Arianna Grande - Imagine. When i read the lyrics, i knew iMMEDIATELY. Why wouldn't I when I live with a sister who blared this fucking sing day in and out. (No offense sis, no offense Arianna) But like, when i saw that Twoset thought this was an opera? Oh bOI. Thank goodness I'm great at controlling my reactions. Because fam, I would've laughed my ass off in disbelief like what the fuck. I'd understand Brett's ignorance but Eddy too? Damn. (Brett's lofi intensifies)

3. Pop: Billie Eilish - . I honestly thought that this was like- okay, my thought process had phases. First sentence I thought "okay this sounds like that one Arianna Grande song." When I got to the "set fire" part, I thought "adele?" And then when i read "burn", i thought "is this that really old song? The "and im gonna let it burn burn burn" thing?" As you can see, all my song guesses were wrong. At least I got the genre. And like me, the bois were learning. (Cue that bear grylls meme)

4. Opera: Tchaikovsky- Eugene Onegin, Aria: Ya lyublyu vas, Olga (I love you, Olga), Character: Lensky. Like what Eddy said, this one's pretty obvious. Also, "I can see why people like opera now. I'm getting old." "Why yes, I do love opera as well." I say, a not legally an adult person. But like, seriously tho. Opera is good. Granted, I havent listened to a lot and to be frank the only opera I've listened to all the way is the Magic Flute but like- its good stuff. Only thing I want is to be able to appreciate it better. (Also check out Patricia Janeckova's recording of the Doll Song. I love it, its wonderful)

5. Opera: Donizetti - Lucia di Lammermoor, Aria: Il Dolce Suono (The Sweet Sound), Character: Lucia. I'll admit that Eddy's singing threw me off a lil but I guessed opera. With... not a lot of conviction. Sounded like something Lana del Rey would write okay.

6. Opera: Mozart - Don Giovanni, Aria: Madamina, il catalogo e questo (Dear lady, this is the list), Character: Leporello. I thought that this was either some really obscure rap, or weird opera. I couldn't decide so I just let it play out. When I saw it was opera, I was confused. Then, I wasn't because I saw that Mozart wrote it. I swear, Mozart would make a killing as a rapper or some kind of foulmouthed idol if he was born in modern times. Also, small Edwina and Brettany cameo!!!!!

7. Opera: Bizet - Carmen, Aria: Tout Doux, Moniseur (Softly, Sir), Character: Carmen. Honestly, by this point of the video (when I watched it for the first time) I was just straight guessing opera. Although, if the lyrics were rephrased, this line could fit in perfectly somewhere in a pop song. And also, I did not expect the dRAMATICNESS of the singing when they played that excerpt. Like, wOW OKAY. I mean it makes sense for Carmen as a character... and the language they used it in... and the style of opera... okay I really can't say anything about the extraness can I?

8. Pop: Billie Eilish - No time to die. I knew it was pop. (Rhyme scheme and lyric pattern and subject matter too predictable babey) But the fact that it was by Billie Eilish was what confused me. Idky, but them lyrics givin me Taylor Swift vibes. Or Lana del Rey vibes if you slow it down and make it "dreamy".

9. KPOP: Blackpink - Kill this love. This one was sUUUUUPER ambiguous to me. It was very eloquent and poetic in a sense. But then it also gave out pop vibes. I couldn't answer though I leaned more towards opera. But when i saw that it was Blackpink's Kill this love? My brain melted out my ears. I mEAN ITS IN KOREAN ITS A TRANSLATION THING. That still doesn't excuse the fact that im very- aSDFGHJKL about it.

10. Opera: Dvorak - Rusalka, Aria: Mesicku na nebi hublokem (Song to the moon), Character: Rusalka. This one was very obviously opera to me. But dem kpop lyrics threw me for a loop man! I went opera but yall, I was dOUBTING.

11. Pop: Charlie Puth - Attention. Was there really any need to guess this one? Although, if you've never been exposed to pop music and are hearing them for the first time then thats okay. We're all learning.

12. Opera: Mozart - Cosi Fan Tutte (All Women Do It), Aria: In Uomini in Soldati (In men, in soldiers), Character - Despina. I sincerely thought that this was a really obscure rap. And I wasn't surprised when it said that Mozart wrote this opera. (His creepy smiling face tho...)

13. Pop: Justin Bieber - Sorry. Like I said in number 11, was there really any need to guess. And Brett's (albeit braindead) singing of Super Junior's Sorry Sorry is- aUGHCK MY STAN HEART. I WAS ALREADY SLAUGHTERED BY HIM WEARING THE VIOLIN BUTTON UP AND HIS ADORABLENESS AND HIS DADDYNESS OTHER NON ADORABLE QUALITIES. Ughhhhh. Jesus christ i really have to simp for Brett in each of these posts huh?

14. Pop: Taylor Swift - Delicate. I thought that this was fOR SURE an Arianna Grande song. Because of that one song with the sleep thing. But ugh, Eddy's assumption of the song was just too good not to be mentioned. (And also because i need to fill these paragraphs but like- dat voice dow) And oh gOD SEEING THEM LAUGH TOGETHER AND VIBE LIKE THAT? IM- wow look I just died of blood loss.

15. KPOP: BTS - On. Brett picking opera and falling off his chair is me. Quiz-sama. Mercy. Mercy pLEASE. Dude, translated kpop is intense.

Also editor-san was on fIRE TONIGHT. The sass was very string today. Fuck, i LOVE IT. Wait. Holy shit I just realized something. Editor-san, subtitler-san, and quiz-sama. The holy trinity of subtle twoset humor and behind the screen action. The cast is huge and i am a simp for all of them.

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themauvesoul · 4 years

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Day 23: revenge

thanks again to @oc-growth-and-development for the prompts!!

yall ever look at some greek myth and go fuck this dude in particular? me @ ajax the lesser. anyways athena is the “i” and pallas is the “you”!

“Athena, ” you say into the flickering and dimming fire. We sit before it, our shoulders pressed together and our knees overlapped. It is a night for stories. Our camp tonight is in a wide, open field, and the stars themselves have been erased by the cloud-laden nighttime sky. “Every time you speak of the time I was dead, you only speak of the terrible things you did. Is—” you hesitate. “Is there anything you do not regret?”

“...One thing, I think. It is still terrible, though.” I am who I am, and great gods do many terrible things. This one, though. I have never thought of it as anything other than justice.

“Tell it to me anyway.” You ask, softly, and lay your head upon my shoulder.

“There was this man,” I say, after I have thought on how to tell this story. “Ajax the Lesser. Gods, I hated him. He was… he was arrogant. Cruel. The kind of man who is stupid enough to take what he pleases, and just clever enough to escape any consequence. We fought at Troy together. Well, he was Greek, and I fought with the Greeks. When the city fell, it was chaos. Everyone was looking for sanctuary. This priestess, Cassandra, she—he found her clinging to a statue that is very sacred to me.”

“What statue?” I blush, deeply. In the whole of my entire immortal life, I never once thought I would find myself here, explaining your own posthumous memorial to you. There is something deeply embarrassing in it, in the raw excess of emotion that drove me to create a statue in your honor.

“Oh, it is—” I clear my throat. “It is called the Palladium.”

“You named a statue for me?” Your head lifts from my shoulder. I can hardly bring myself to look at you, and the teasing grin smeared across your face.

“Yes, I did. It is my most sacred relic. Any woman who seeks sanctuary at its feet is granted my absolute protection.” The way I should have protected you. The words drift into the darkness, and into the silence that settles between us.

You bury your face in your hands. Neither of us are used to affection, after being starved of it so long. Every time we speak of the thing that lies between us, it is as though the both of us are struck dumb. “Tell me the rest of the story. Please.” The words are quiet and soft, when you finally say them. There is a certain distance between us now; our shoulders hardly brush, and you have pulled your knee from where it once overlapped with mine, and tucked it to your chest.

“...Right. Ajax the Lesser raped her there, at the foot of my—your statue. And no one fucking noticed. So I went to Calchas, the seer, and I told him that if the Greeks did not kill Ajax the Lesser before they set out on the journey home, I would not let any of them attempt the journey unscathed.”

“And did they? Kill him?” There is something vicious in your voice; my own ferocity sings at the sound of it.

“No. I said he had some cleverness, did I not? He hid in another god’s altar. No one wanted to desecrate yet another sacred place. And so, they let him live. I swear, I have never been so angry. I went to my father, and spent days persuading him to send a terrible storm after the fleet. I cannot bring myself to regret it. But the Fates are cruel, hateful creatures, and his ship weathered it. So I stole my father’s lightning bolts, and sent another.

It caught him near the Capharean Rocks, and wrecked his ship. But that was not enough. He had already escaped my wrath once. I dug through the shredded timbers until I found him, clinging to a rock, bragging of how he would survive this and defy the gods. In that moment, I was not the sort of god one defies. I bound a lightning bolt to my spear, and impaled him upon it. He died too fast, and when his body was done twitching, I threw it in the water. I heard that Thetis buried him, though I cannot hope to understand why she did such a thing.”

“I can see why you do not regret killing him,” you say, and curl yourself against me. We fit together like clasped hands, like old lovers; your head against my chest and your legs tangled with mine. Carefully, I reach a hand up, and stroke it through your hair.

“And why is that?” I press a kiss to the top of your head, and then rest my chin there.

“He was a cruel man who did something unforgivable. If I had killed this Ajax the Lesser, I would not regret it either.”

#oc tober #writing #FUCK this dude im glad he dies in canon!!#theres a version where poseidon drowns him but like. fuck that. where is the CATHARSIS?? THE VENGEANCE???#anyways every single woman in greek mythology deserved better

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bakusoftie · 5 years

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getting shitfaced with tape daddy, DANKi, Mina “best girl” Ashido, and shark boi

you know I just had to include the entire bakusquad 🥰 because they ALL smoking some shit

😁 tape daddy sero 😄

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR SO LONG FOR SOMEONE TO REQUEST SERO

Okay so,,,Sero is basically a canon pothead cause 1. This boi is always smiling so he gotta be high 2. He radiates crackhead energy

Sero tells you that he only smokes because of his “anxiety” but,,,let’s be honest it’s the only way he knows how to survive U.A. anymore

He buys his shit from crackwhores in the support class who grow that shit themselves (present mic might have caught them but let them go after he “confiscated” the evidence)

One day, your tape daddy invites you for some Fortnite and Chill 😏

And there he goes with his rainbow bong again (it is his most prized possession and he would kill a man if anything happened to it)

He thinks it’s funny watching you cough your entire left nut out of your throat but then he starts coughing because of how hard he was laughing and now you both are just crying and whEEzing while the tears run down y’alls faces

such chaotic energy

Soy sauce boy will use his quirk to suspend himself off the roof and try to spooderman kiss you but you’re so out of it that you collide your face into his and now his nose is bleeding and he is WHEEZING AGAIN

hanTa

baBy

you’re getting blood on my Gucci Supreme rug

Y’all end up just laying on the floor at 4:20am, thinking about the reason for life and what happens after death and if the birds work for the bourgeoisie then is tokoyami a traitor ?!?

He gets sleepy and makes a hammock out of tape for the two of you to cuddle in

it wasn’t very sturdy tho

⚡️ danki ⚡️

first things first, this gif killed me 🤤 damn do you gulp pussy like that

ANYWAY

Denki is pretty well-known to be a dumbass crackhead

Except he doesn’t need crack because all of his brain cells are already dead (There are only 2 brain cells in the bakusquad and the first one is all bakugou but sero,mina,denki, and kiri have to share the other one)

This boy gets high on the regular I mean sero is his best bro

kaminari prefers getting high by eating edibles or brownies tho because he’s a little pussy whose lungs can’t handle smoke all that much

he thought you two could play some mario kart and chill out and it would be a fun little date in the dorms

until you find a baggy of gummy edibles and y’all decided to inhale that shit

YALL GOT FUCKED UP

when I mean fucked

I mean ‘let’s sneak into shinsou’s dorm and steal his voice changer thingy and make some prank calls’ fucked up

first of all, never disturb shinsou while he’s sleeping because he will bitchslap the both of y’all so hard y’all’s momma feels it

you first started with calling Endeavour (you just asked shouto and he delivered and told y’all to ‘make the bastard cry if you can’)

oomf

Y’all used All Might’s voice and

“IT IS I, ALL MIGHT! CALLING TO ASK YOU...”IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR ENTIRE FAMILY BROKEN? wELL yOu bEtter gO cAtcH iT [insert denki wheezing].”

for some reason, denki goes from being a really happy and jokey high to calming down and being unusually quiet

he’s what you call

“fake woke”

like he’ll go on and on about how we need to save the turtles and use metal straws as he takes a drinks from his plastic straw

he drinking La Croix 🤢

he talks about how the moon landing is fake and how you two are side characters in an anime like what ?!?

like he just quotes Shane Dawson Conspiracy Theory videos

“Uh What’s up you guys, Here’s Danki with another spooky conspiracy about how Midoryia was given All Might’s quirk and will be the next symbol of peace”

“Kami...that makes no sense. You can’t give other people quirks”

“What if...you ate their hair tho?😳”

“Denki...sTOP”

maybe he real woke 🤭

🌸 alien queen 🌸

this beautiful ball of sunshine

this gorgeous piece of cotton-candy

my wife

uwu

okay back to the h/c

Mina doesn’t get high a lot but when you hang out with Sero and Kaminari, you’re bound to get shitfaced

She only likes doing it as a group or with someone else

It’s just more enjoyable to her to be in that state with someone else

She feels like it brings friends closer together in a way

Which is why when you agreed to get high with her, she was so excited

she brought anything she could think of to make this a comfortable experience like snacks and drink if you get the munchies and the best movies to watch when you’re high like ‘Shrek’ and ‘Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle’

she has such a big fat lesbian crush on you

she just wants to be closer to you and spend all her time with you

she also really hopes you don’t get overwhelmed by the amount of pink of her room

You knock on the door of your cute pink crush and nervously hoping for the best tonight

maybe

if you’re lucky

you and her will 😏

cuddle 🥺

She opens the door so fast that you swear the door hinge cracked but you couldn’t think about that when Mina had the brightest toothy grin on her face as she pulls you into her comfy room

“I hope you like Shrek”

“I love Shrek”

is it too soon to ask you to marry her?

because she thinks you’re the girl of her dreams

she sits you down on the hot pink and black couch of hers and starts rolling the blunt as the movie starts to play

you were so hypnotized by her tongue coming out to lick the sides of the blunt in order to close it and apparently you were staring so hard that she noticed because you saw her already pink face flush into a dark red

you two are so cute

uwu

let’s go lesbians

When your hand touches hers as she passes the blunt to you, you honestly think you felt electricity connect your fingertips as it burned and shocked you at the same time

Mina is such a giggly high

it’s so fucking adorable

especially when you both are sent into a fit of laughter when she says donkey reminds her of denki and you responded with ‘denkey’

you both get tired after the second movie and start to move closer to each other for warmth and

you couldn’t help but notice how sweet she always smelled and how her eyes are so unique and beautiful

she could help but notice the light blush on your face and think if it was there because of all the laughing or if it was because of her

neither of you were sure who leaned in first but before you knew it, you were kissing the girl you’ve had a crush on for so long, you only wish you had the guts to do it when you were sober

you both got the cuddles you wanted and fell asleep in each other’s arms with peaceful smiles on both of your faces

🦈 shark boi 🦈

do you expect this manly boi to be the kind of person to 420 blaze it?

not at fucking all

he just seems like the person to not care about all that stuff

like ‘say no to drugs bc drugs are unmanly as fuck’

but

he 420 blazes it like every other weekend

it’s better to do it in moderation unlike sero, who is in a constant state of cloud nine

kiri’s mood doesn’t really change much when he’s high because

he’s already a smiling bundle of light

but

when kiri gets high

he kinda overshares 😳

“Y/n... have I ever told you that you have the tightest ass out of everyone in class like you could suffocate me between those cheeks and I’d die the happiest man on earth”

he’s so wild wtf

like he’ll go to tell you about his middle school insecurities to busting it down to Baby Shark

someone tell this man to stop referring to himself as ‘Daddy Shark’ blease make it stob

he is so flirty too like

“Baby let me show you why they call me a Riot 😏”

“Didn’t you come up with that name yourself?”

he is so sensitive tho so don’t be too harsh because he will start crying at the littlest things

don’t show him any sad movies while he’s in this state unless you want to be kept up all night with him ranting about how ‘Black Widow deserved better than what Marvel did to her’

did he lie?

😤 and i oop

you need to tell him how manly and strong and special he is just to get him to sleep

he will be out like a light the moment you run your hands through his spiky hair

he’s like a vsco girl on whiteclaw lmao sksksk

#mina ashido #mina ashido x reader #kaminari denki #kaminari x reader #sero hanta #sero x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro x reader #bnah #bnha #mha #im tired

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foolishlovebugbaby · 4 years

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Summary: when it comes to you, seo changbin will say everything else but those three little words to get his message across- but you’re not complaining.

warnings: kissing

word count: 3.5k

note: it’s 4am, im sick and disoriented from all the paracetamol running through my veins, and I managed to conjure up this very spontaneous and soft and delirious piece because thinking about whipped!changbin makes me all fuzzy. the goal is to get you all fuzzy too- enjoy :) leave a like/reblog/comment so i know whether yall like these kinds of pieces <3

Changbin loves spontaneous food rendezvous at ungodly hours of the night (or, to be precise, morning), which is exactly why you try to remember to keep your phone off whenever you sleep, otherwise you’d be woken from your slumber by a persistent and whiny voice begging you to get tteokbokki and mango juice from the 7-eleven on the other side of town.

That was, in fact, your current predicament because unfortunately for you, Changbin remembers the number to your landline to a T. “Pleasssseee? My treat, and I promise to help you with mechanics afterwards.” He can practically see your annoyed expression behind his eyelids as he peeks at your window from his parked car in front of your driveway. He knows that you desperately need help in mechanics, a subject he prides himself on being unexpectedly good at, and that you won’t be able to resist a tutoring session right before mid-terms. Manipulative, but in an I-just-want-to-see-you-when-are-you-going-to-take-the-hint way.

“I’m suing 7-eleven for their 24/7 policy on the grounds of sleep disruption,” Your sleepy voice softly seethes on the other end and he smiles. “So is that a yes?” He hears shuffling and quiet groans and a fuck, that hurt, before he sees the curtains to your windows open and a very sleepy, angry and disheveled you throwing the middle finger at him. “It’s a fuck you.” He grins. “Take your time, I’ll be here patiently waiting.” He teases and he sees you hang up the phone and stick your tongue out.

He smiles to himself, already turning the heater on in his car because he knows you’ll complain about it being too cold. He’s done this thousands of times, yet each time you protest he can’t help but find it more and more endearing- your cute whine and messy bed hair and the way you snuggle up in his car seat when you ultimately decide to just come down and get it over with warms his heart like no other.

Thousands of years from now, when social scientists research teen slang from the 2010’s and they stumble upon the word whipped, Seo Changbin would be the prime study example because dear lord is that boy whipped for you.

“At this rate i’m convinced you just want to fatten me up and pull some Hansel and Gretel shit come winter,” You get into the passenger seat and put on your seatbelt in all your oversized sweater and sweatpants glory, and Changbin can’t help but wish he was the one keeping you warm. But he supposes his varsity sweatshirt that you wear over your tiny frame would suffice for now.

“You and your irresponsible ass has barely been eating for the entirety of this exam season,” He pulls out of your driveway and heads towards the main road. “If anything, you should be thanking me for looking after you.” He smiles teasingly at your displeased, sulking face, and he wants to stare longer to admire your cute sleepy features and small frame curled up in his passenger seat but he’d rather not get into a car accident because he knows you’d kill him if the two of you died in a car crash.

“You’re also the root cause of my sleep irregularities, so thank you very much.” You smile sarcastically at him, and he’d return one right back if it weren’t for the fact that he felt bad about waking you up in the middle of the night. “Is it my fault that I just want to see more of you since school’s been holding you hostage and away from me?” He pouts and sends a puppy eyed look your way, and you huff. “You know you can come over anytime during the week,” You mumble, even though you understand his sentiment.

It was your last year of highschool and soon enough, the both of you would be whisked away into completely different lives. Time was withering away right before you- heck, you swore you just blinked and autumn was already all around you. It didn’t help that your senior year schedule was practically designed by satan to keep the two of you away from each other. But, as the saying goes, if there’s a will there’s a way, and Changbin’s got the will of a thousand spartans.

“Yeah, but I don’t want to distract you from your study time or steal you away from your family during weekends. So now my nights are reserved for you and only you.” He says pointedly as the car nears the 7-eleven too well-lit for its own good. He doesn’t notice the fact that you bite your lip bashfully at his words.

“You? Distract me? In your wildest dreams.” You huff, lying through your teeth, and he immediately thinks In my wildest dreams indeed. The amount of times he’s daydreamed about kissing up your neck as you whined about needing to solve a Chemistry question before ultimately being unable to resist the urge to sit on his lap and kiss the life out of him is too many to count, and he coughs the thought away as soon as it comes. “We’re here.”

He pulls up in front of the store, turning the engine off and taking his keys out of the ignition. “Do I have to go inside?” You whine, reclining further into his red pleather seats and snuggling into the Totoro pillow you purposely left in his car for nights like this. He wants to say no, that you and your adorable ass can stay in the car so long as you’re snuggled up next to him while the radio sings in the background, but he’s a coward that’s not ready to have that conversation.

“Yes, now get out of my car before I lock you inside.” You pout and force yourself out of his car.

“So, is it a tteokbokki or steamed buns kind of night?” He quips from beside you as you two walk towards the doors. It’s bloody freezing outside, and Changbin notices you shoving your hands deep into your pockets as you walk a little closer too him. He wants to hold your hands, but his own reroute themselves and open the doors for you instead. “M’lady,” He says and flashes a smile. You roll your eyes at his cheekiness.

Your eyes sparkle under the bright fluorescent white lights inside the store, “It’s a hot chocolate kinda night,” You rush over to the hot drink dispenser and he chuckles at your sheer cuteness. The cashier is half asleep when he greets Changbin, eyes half-lidded and barely standing up behind the counter, and Changbin sends him a small wave.

“Someone’s tired,” He says, pointing out the obvious. “No kidding. You kids are my only customers at this hour.” The cashier manages to get out as he yawns. “Knock yourself out,” He waves sleepily.

Changbin makes his way for the ‘instant’ aisle, trying to find his beloved spicy tteokbokki pack and some string cheese to satiate his cravings. He crouches down when he spots his favorite brand, ‘Hm, do I want it more saucy or more dry tonight? Decisions decisions…” He thinks to himself. When he finally settles on the less saucy version (of course, because practicality, duh), he sees you emerge from his peripheral vision.

“Got what I need,” You say, left hand carrying your hot chocolate while your arms hold a bag of gummy bears, a carton of mango juice, and a bottle of water while you smile sheepishly at him. His heart is screaming at how cute you look, but his face is mocking you.

“What was that again about not wanting anything from the store?” He says smugly, and you make a face at him. “Oh hush, you’re paying for it so I thought, why not?” You defend and he laughs, making his way towards you. “Sure.” He teases.

You stick his tongue out at him and he puts a hand on your shoulder, turning you towards the cashier. “C’mon, let’s get out of here.”

You two pay for your late-night grabs- well, he pays for everything and you pay with a bright grin and a side hug and a pat on his back (but he’s not complaining)- and he makes his tteokbokki bowl at the designated station before you two walk towards the street bench on the other side of the road.

“Want some?” He offers cutely, cheeks filled with rice cakes as you swing your bag full of goodies back and forth. “I think I’ll pass,” You say with a smile, your eyes bashfully looking away at his sheer cuteness. You cover up your embarrassment with a sip of steaming chocolate.

“More for me,” He shrugs and you both plant yourselves on the bench.

The trees shroud around above you both as you overlook the canal, the city completely dark before you. The street lamps are dim and no cars pass on the road behind you, but the pair of you wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s soothing and Changbin wouldn’t trade these moments with you for the world.

In a flash, he finishes his tteokbokki. “You practically inhaled that.” You say amusedly as he chucks the bowl in the trashcan next to him. “I’m a growing boy, sue me.” He says as he grabs the water bottle in your bag. “May I?”

“It’s yours, stupid. You always forget to buy one and I always have to pick it up for you,” He smiles at that. “Aw, how cute of you.” He takes a swig and notices your ears turn pink at his comment. “What would you do without me?” You say as a joke but he’s completely serious when he says “I have no idea.”

You breathe out a chuckle. “Sometimes I wonder how different things will be once we both get out of this town.” Changbin sighs wistfully at that and reclines further into the bench, not liking the idea of leaving at all.

“Well, I’d like to think that we’d still facetime 24/7, obviously, and I’ll take a drive to your dorm once a week at times like this for a local food trip around your campus town.” His says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, though his mind runs a mile a minute at the thought of losing you because of distance. He looks into your puppy-dog eyes, and he swears the entire cosmos resides in them.

“Promise?” You stick out your pinky and he intertwines his. “Promise.”

“Good, because I won’t be able to live without you,” His gut flips at your comment, and you chug down the rest of your hot coco.

“God, it’s fucking freezing.” You shiver when a gust of wind blows past you. On a chilly November night with absolutely no one around to cringe at his actions, Changbin happily decides to prove to you that chivalry is, in fact, not dead. “You should’ve worn an extra layer, silly.” He takes off his black zip-up hoodie and places it over your shoulders, running his hands over your arms to warm you up. “Better?” He keeps his arm firmly planted around your shoulders, and his face is so close to yours that he can see all your tiny, minuscule freckles in dim lighting. Never mind the fact that he was lowkey freezing in his plain black long-sleeve; he figures holding you close to keep you warm was worth the hypothermia.

He sees crimson spread across your cheeks like a wildfire, “M-much,” You mumble silently. Maybe it was the fact that your eyes twinkled up at him in the moonlight, or the fact that your face was so close to his he could almost kiss you, but Changbin’s heart starts palpitating and skipping beats all at once as he thinks to himself, god, i’m in love with you. Ofcourse, he doesn’t say this out loud. But in another world where he isn’t a coward and timing was on his side, he likes to think that he wouldn’t let you forget it.

He doesn’t know that butterflies swarm your insides and that you think to yourself, I think I’m in love, and that the combination of his intoxicating scent and the way he looks at you as if you were his entire world makes you woozy and weak in the knees. It’s frustrating, really, how two people could be so silently in love with each other and not say a thing.

But tonight was the Night of Nights, and before he knew it, Changbin began leaning closer to you. He doesn’t know what’s taken over him, but he doesn’t do anything to stop it. Because there you were, the girl of his dreams a mere inch away from his lips looking as beautiful as ever, about to be whisked away from him in a few months. Screw it.

His eyes are half-lidded as they flicker between your eyes and lips, and yours mimic his. It’s so agonisingly slow, but the moment he feels your lips on his, all his worries melt away. Your lips are cold but impossibly soft against his own, and it makes his body erupt in tingles all around. Something cheesy like fireworks, but maybe a grenade going off would better describe how his insides feel.

He doesn’t want the moment to end, but you pull away slowly and rest your forehead on his, eyes shut and teeth clamped on your bottom lip.

You don’t know why you pull back, and you immediately miss the feeling of his lips on your own, but Changbin assumes the worst. Fuck, maybe that was uncalled for, his heart sinks to the ground and he nervously chews down on his lip. “Let’s get you home,” He says dejectedly, pulling his forehead away from yours and your sorry eyes meet his. He retracts his arm around your shoulders and stands up, wanting nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole, and you follow him silently to the car.

The drive back is anything but comfortable- the air between the pair of you is stiff and and suffocating and every synonym for awkward and you wonder why the hell you pulled away because you know your heart wanted to remain on that roadside bench, kissing him until the sun rose. But you’re stupid, so instead you sit in his car while he silently drives you back home, and every passing minute is another minute away from his lips.

Wordlessly, Changbin pulls into your driveway and his heart sinks down further to the earth’s core. “Sorry for tonight.” His voice is barely above a whisper and his eyes refuse to look at you, which breaks your heart. You want to ramble and say that it’s a misunderstanding, that you have so many bloody feelings for him, but the words get caught in your throat.

“Changbin?” Is all you manage to get out. He still doesn’t look at you, not because he hates you but because he hates himself for acting on his feelings, and instead looks at his lap. Words weren’t going to get you anywhere, you decide, and you suck in a breath. You reach over and grab his face. Here goes nothing.

You kiss him this time, a lot more harder than before, and Changbin swears he’s dreaming. Like, he’s waiting for pigs to fly around in the background and for The Walters to appear in your driveway singing ‘She’s Going to Leave You’ because he can’t fathom a world in which you like him back. But none of those things happen, and you’re still kissing him with so much passion and certainty that he figures even if it were a dream, he’ll take it.

His lips move in sync against your own and makes sure that everything he’s ever held back is poured into this moment. The kiss earlier was in the spur of the moment, but this- this is completely intentional. Maybe that’s why you pulled away. The thought of a kiss between you both simply being just that- a kiss and nothing more. That in the morning neither of you would acknowledge it ever happening. You needed some type of confirmation that things were real; thank the stars you got what you were looking for.

His hands rest on top of yours and he brings you closer, needing more of you and your touch. But the compartment in between you both is a literal cockblock and he wants to rip it out just so he take you into his arms completely. He’s delirious, and he blames you.

“Want to come in? It’s a lot warmer in my room,” You say through soft breaths, the wind completely knocked out of your chest and Changbin places soft pecks from the corner of your mouth to your chin. “I don’t mind.”

It doesn’t take much for either of you to get out of his car and for him to lock it behind you. His adrenaline is rushing and he just wants to hold you and kiss you again, but goddammit, you’re fumbling with your keys not knowing which one is which thanks to the absence of lighting on your front porch- it doesn’t help that he’s decided to plant his hands firmly on your waist as he lightly kisses down the nape of your neck. Fuck you, Seo Changbin.

The door finally opens after what feels like an eternity, and you make it a point to turn around and shush him. “My parents are asleep,” You look at him with alarmed eyes and he raises his hands up. “I can be quiet, but no promises.” The nuance in his statement makes you blush and he sends a cheeky wink your way. You’re mid eye-roll when he grabs your wrist and heads towards your staircase.

You’re both clumsy and haphazard as you walk up the stairs, almost tripping and Fuck, I stubbed my pinky toe, but you both fortunately make it up to your room in one piece. Changbin’s heart is beating so fast that he’s genuinely worried you’ll feel it against your palms when you place them over his chest- and you do, by the way- but you’re leaving sweet kisses against his neck that the prospect of dying from cardiac arrest doesn’t scare him because atleast he’ll die happy.

“So, mechanics later?” He says panting, forehead against yours as he has you between him and your door, thumbs rubbing circles against your waist underneath his sweatshirt and jacket. “Totally,” You tiptoe and kiss him again.

You taste so sweet against his lips, and at first he thinks it’s the lingering taste of hot chocolate, but he’s come to the conclusion that it’s just because it’s you. His adoring, sweet girl that he takes on midnight food runs because he’s afraid of missing her. The girl that can make his gut flip and mind scramble with a smile. It’s cheesy, and you’re slightly lactose intolerant, but it’s the entire goddamn truth.

His jacket suddenly claims domain on your floor and you both kick off your sneakers, never pulling away from each other, and suddenly your bed feels a little warmer than last night. He kisses down your neck, something he’s always wanted to do, and you run your hands through his hair. Insane isn’t enough of a word to describe the way he’s feeling, but the search for a word that can encompass all his rampant thoughts would have to wait.

“You’re the best part about my day,” He whispers into your neck, and you sigh with closed eyes at the feeling. You bite back a smile “I know,”

“I know? I know-?” He pulls back, half-joking and half-serious, and you’re giggle while you run your hands over his torso. “Yes, I know,” You leave a kiss on his jaw, “And you’re my favorite part of the night,” He’s obviously the favorite part of your entire life, but that statement would have to do for now. He nods his head, “I’ll take it.” and goes back to kissing you.

Those three daunting words stuck in his throat- and, frankly, yours- make themselves out of his mouth in different ways because perhaps saying them verbatim would shake his entire world, and he’s not sure why he’s scared because he knows you’d say them back. So instead, through voices barely above a whisper and warm hands running along your body, he tries to show you what those three words really mean to him. He’s sleepy and delirious and he’s honestly convinced he’s dreaming, but it’s the greatest thing to ever happen to him. You are the greatest thing to ever happen to him. You both could come up with a title some other time, he concludes, because kissing you is of the utmost priority to him at 2AM.

Labels were overrated, anyway.

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You’re Invited

Word count: 6,759 Warnings: bloodsuckers, smut, small anxiety attack? Talks of killing, Yoongi is slightly stalkerish... summary: A small halloween party to cure your boredom... what could go wrong? Vampires, that’s what could go wrong.

Ft, my sketchy drawing bc i had a vision god damn it! also, happy halloween ;)

p.s Ofc, as always, my ask box is open come talk to me or request stuff, i love to hear from yall <3

Vampires, you scoffed, who actually believed in that shit now? After twilight plummeted in sales, and that generation grew up, wasn’t it a thing no one talked about? Sparkling vampires and lightning baseball matches, it was all heavily fiction, vampires. as if.

Sighing you turned the television off, sinking into the odd brown plush cushions of the couch. Staring up at the ceiling, making random noises with your mouth, and tapping your fingers on the couch. GOD, why were you so bored? It’s not like you had nothing to do. Honestly you had plenty you should be doing. Maybe work for a start? or the house needed a damn good clean. You could call your mother, see if she wanted to have lunch tomorrow. Instead, you eyeballed the Halloween invite to your left, the black and orange piece of paper making you grimace. How tacky and childish, who celebrates Halloween at this age? Were you just boring? Behind on things people actually took interest in now? Swearing under your breath, you grabbed the invitation reading it over.

NEIGHBOUR!

I wish to invite you to our super spoopy Halloween party! I will be heavily disappointed if you don’t dress up, but if you give me a shot of something wicked, I’ll let it pass...

Hope to see you here!

Taehyung.

You knew of the boy, he lived with his friends. It seemed like some weird frat house, but some of them were far too old to be in a frat... Who were you to judge though. Puffing air loudly through parted lips, you trudged to your room to find something to wear. Eyeballing the Halloween outfit from three years ago, you shrugged.

‘Let’s hope this fucking fits...’ you spoke to yourself, squeezing into the sexy Alice in Wonderland costume. It was snug, but it still looked half decent. Grabbing the invite off the kitchen counter, you headed out to the party.

He didn’t leave an address, but the people screaming, the heavy base and the cars leading to the scene usually pointed out where to go. Shuffling past already drunk people on the doorstep, you slipped through the door. A boy pounced at you the second you stepped in, as if he had been waiting for your appearance.

‘I’m so glad you made it!! And you dressed up how cute!’ You tilted her head, frown etched onto your features. Cute wasn’t really what you were going for, but go off chief. You smiled awkwardly at the boy dressed as a vampire.

‘Yep.’ An awkward reply if he ever heard one, but he shrugged it off quickly. He grabbed your arm dragging you to the kitchen, placing a strange concoction in your hand. Looking into the cup, you shrugged, taking a gulp. If anything, at least it would cure your boredom.

‘Is she here?’ Jungkook spoke, interest piquing as Taehyung re-joined the group. Yoongi rolled his eyes, smacking the other on his muscular arm.

‘Of course she’s here you idiot, can’t you smell her?’ He questioned, a little sceptical about the talents of the younger boy. True he was newer than the rest of them, it was going to take some time for his skills to warm up, but he should smell you. The younger just shrugged, taking a sip of the drink in his hand.

‘Also, why did we all have to dress like vampires. It’s fucking lame.’ Yoongi sulked, taking the fake fangs out of his mouth, throwing them onto the table in front of him.

‘It’s funny, hyung! It’s dramatic irony!’ Taehyung moaned, Yoongi just rolled his eyes standing up.

‘Dramatic irony my ass, it hurts my non beating heart. Why couldn’t we be zombies, now THAT would have been funny.’ Jimin giggled at the elder boys outburst, thinking about them dressed as zombies. Honestly dressing up for this season annoyed him in general. They only ever play along because Taehyung and Jin love it so much.

You wandered about the party, eyeballing everyone dressed up. Was there a vampire theme tonight or? Did you miss the memo? You looked at the little paper invite in your hand, scanning it for any mention of vampires. Seeing nothing, you shrug, placing it down on an end table and walking away. Maybe vampires were still a big classic for people, huh, who knew! Downing the liquid in your cup, you grimaced. Whatever that boy gave you was not normal.

‘Did you just down that in one? You’re supposed to sip it!’ He looked astounded to say the least, the tall vampire with big doe eyes.

‘Pfft, who sips alcohol. What do you think I am? A child?’ You sassed, looking him up and down, he was hella attractive, all these ‘frat boys’ seemed to be.

‘No I’m serious, that’s enough alcohol for like 5 or 6 rounds. You’ve just downed 6 rounds in one glass...’ You just laughed at him. Although, your head did feel fuzzy, maybe he was right.

‘Ah, who cares, you think, you think I can’t handle alcohol?! I’m big girl! I can do it all little man!’ Jungkook groaned, god he hated humans at these stupid parties... You clung onto his arm, hiccupping.

‘Hey! Where are you taking me?’ You gasped, he stopped to look down at Your fragile frame. You stood on your tip-toes to whisper in his ear. ‘Are we going to a bedroom? No offence but you’re a little young for me...’ He scoffed, now THAT was genuinely hilarious.

‘Listen peach, I’m one hundred percent sure, I’m older than you. And no, we aren’t going to a bedroom.’ He groaned, lugging your dead weight around.

‘Yoongi, help me please.’ He grumbled, practically throwing your drunken body onto his friends lap. Yoongi looked you up and down, smirking at your cute little costume. Your hair in little pigtails, dried fake blood on the dress. He could tell you didn’t make much of an effort for this, that you really could have done without being here in the first place.

‘Hello, you have pretty eyes.’ You hiccupped, poking lightly at his cheeks. He laughed at you, his fangs sitting between his lips.

‘Hey, those look so real!’ You marveled, before he could stop you, you pushed your pointer finger to the bottom of his fang, splitting your skin. You pulled back instantly, sucking the finger into your mouth, whimpering at the shock. ‘Ouchie.’ You cried out, not noticing the eyes on you.

‘Hey, little boy, stop looking at me like that!’ You grumble, pointing your other hand at him. Jungkook snaps out of his trance instantly, sighing at you.

‘I’m not a little boy you child! I’m AT LEAST 60 years older than your stupid ass!’ He complained, making you burst out laughing. He tensed at the sound, hands clenched into annoyed fists by his sides.

‘If you’re 60 years older than me, then you’re using really good face creams. This kid doesn’t even know how old he is!’ You marvel, whispering to Yoongi before getting distracted by the fangs again. he focused on putting them away before you could endanger yourself again. You seemed like the type to try again regardless of getting hurt. He wrapped an arm around your waist, trying to sit you up on the couch, rather than having your weight lounged across him.

‘You’re like really pretty…’ You whispered, the boys around you laughed, trying to fall into their own conversations, or find their own women to deal with tonight. Yoongi always wanted you, you didn’t know him, but by god did he want you. You smelt so sweet, looked so tempting. Yoongi basically knew your whole schedule at this point, knew when you went for a jog or went out to work. Knew where you shopped for your groceries, and your favourite song. Most of these things he found out by chance, and saying it out loud seemed creepy. He was shopping the same day you were, he found that day and that place was usual for you. You jogged past their house on the regular, Yoongi naturally woke up one morning to close the blinds that incessantly plunged light into his room. Despite popular belief, he could go into the light, he just rather wouldn’t. It burnt his eyes, he hated sunlight when he was alive, he was not shocked to see it hadn't changed in death. Every morning after that he stood at the window, happy to see it wasn’t just luck when he saw you the first time. One time you looked up, saw him at the window, he closed the curtains quickly though, not really wanting to see your reaction. You might have thought he was a creep, or a stalker, either way you had frowned at the window, carrying on running. The song thing was purely by chance, he walked past your home a lot at night, his ridiculously good hearing made him hear things he didn’t want to from people’s houses. Every second house, someone was fucking. He once heard your elderly neighbours screaming daddy, that really scared him. He still couldn’t look Mr and Mrs Williams in the eye. Despite that, walking past yours was his favourite, it was always the same pop song blasting through your speakers, he could hear the neighbours ranting about it but he would just laugh. He found himself singing it regularly, not able to place it until he heard it from you again. That’s when he knew he was screwed. I mean enjoying a person is one thing, but he basically knew things about you he shouldn’t, he felt more like a stalker every day, it was getting dangerous.

The others could see it too, but it wasn’t something they could really help with, maybe he just needed to fuck you to get you out of his system, that was the plan of course. The second you got that invitation, it wasn’t a coincidence. It was meant to drop through your letterbox, bright and colourful to catch your eye. Taehyung had remembered humans were tempted by bright things. Jin had insisted on glitter too, mentioning shiny objects, Yoongi just rolled his eyes, promising you weren’t that kind of person. Now here you sat, basically on his lap, drunk as Jungkook used to get before he was turned. ‘White girl wasted’ if you will.

‘You said that already angel.’ He laughed, trying still to sit you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, falling more into him. His hands flew into the air, not actually sure what to do. I mean, yeah, he had a taste of you, you tasted better than he could ever imagine, but you were drunk. He could practically taste the alcohol in your blood. He wanted you, but he wasn’t a monster, despite, well, being a monster. He wasn’t going to take advantage of you, not tonight, not in the foreseeable future.

‘No, I said you had pretty eyes. Stupid boys, you never listen!’ You sighed, throwing yourself backwards, luckily no one was sitting behind you. You lounged over him and the couch, the only problem being your VERY short dress. Yoongi’s eyes popped out his skull, picking you back up into a sitting position. He wrapped a blanket around your legs, slinging you over his shoulder. You frowned, thumping on his back. To him it felt like a strange type of massage, to you it was clearly meant to hurt him. The thing that annoyed you most, even in your drunken state, was the fact he had the NERVE to laugh.

‘Hey, pretty boy! Put me DOWN!’ You squealed, being carried to a quiet room. He threw you down on the bed. Walking to the dresser, he rummaged through drawers.

‘Listen buddy, if you’re trynna smash right now I ain’t down.’ You protest, trying to get up off the bed, before you can even register it, he’s by your side. Wait, wasn’t he on the other side of the room?

‘I ain’t trying to smash you, idiot. Here put these on.’ He speaks, handing you some clothes. You were staring at the items in your hands, quirking an eyebrow at him.

‘What? Do you not like my outfit? The tea boy said I looked cute!’ You pout, crossing your arms over your chest. This would be endearing if your tits weren’t already falling out the dress. He groaned, frustrated in so many different ways.

‘Please, angel, just put the clothes on.’ He whined, you frowned, poking his chest with your finger. He looked mildly confused before smirking at you.

‘My name is not angel pretty boy, it’s Y/N.’ You grumble, grabbing your hand to pull you to your feet, he stood chest to chest with you. Your breath hitched in your throat, if he told you right now, to get on your knees you would. Fuck being drunk, fuck saying you didn’t want it, you did. Fuck you really did.

‘My name isn’t pretty boy Y/N, it’s Yoongi.’ He whispered, testing your name and his name together on his tongue. His fingers slipped to the zip of your dress, pulling it down painfully slowly. His lips met your ear, grazing across the lobe as he spoke. ‘But you can call me whatever the fuck you want.’ He whispered, watching the goosebumps appear on your skin, listening to your heart rate skyrocket. He tried to control himself, pulling away from your body watching the dress fall to the floor. You didn’t try to cover up, too busy trying to figure out what his next move was. Gently he grabbed the clothes out of your hands, slipping the shirt over your head, covering your exposed breasts.

‘Are you really not going to try something?’ You whisper, puppy eyes staring up at him. He smiled down at you, letting the boxers he picked out for you fall beside your dress, pooled around your ankles.

‘As much as I would love to ravish you darling, you’re drunk.’ he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, softly holding your cheeks. You pushed your forehead against his, closing your eyes.

‘What if I want it?’ You whispered, chest heaving, despite being drunk this was taking a lot of confidence. He could hear your heart thrumming in your chest, the blood pumping through your veins. You were turned on, you wanted this. He had control, little to none, but some. He was mustering all the control now, to continue turning you down, but the more you begged, the more he wanted to give in.

`If you keep teasing me like that, I won't go easy on you when you wake up.’ He growled, forcing you to look at him. However, your faces were close, him pushing your face up like this had your lips ghosting on his. Both your eyes widening in shock, he relaxed quicker than you did, slamming his lips on yours. He needed a taste, one little taste to sedate himself, to tide himself over. He pushed you down to the bed, the kiss quickly heating up. You nibbled his lips, moaning into his mouth.

‘We need to stop.’ He groaned, practically ripping himself away from you. You whimper at the loss of him, making grabby hands.

‘If you won’t have sex with me, can you at least cuddle with me?’ You whine, climbing under the sheets, pouting dramatically. He laughed at you, nodding in agreeance. He changed out of the awful halloween costume, settling for just his boxers. It was a warm night, he didn’t need much more.

Waking up the next morning, your head pounded. You let out a loud groan, burying your face into the pillow below you. You didn’t recognise the scent filling your nose, realising you must have gone home with someone. Real smart girl. You chaste yourself, wondering what you even had to drink. Only remembering drinking one drink, you frown. Drugs? A light snore came from beside you, making you shoot your head over, if he drugged you, he was about to get a fucking earful. He roofied the wrong bitch.

‘HEY YOU!’ You screamed, smacking a hard slap down on his chest. He coughed and spluttered, doubling over in pain.

‘WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!’ He screamed through coughs, trying to get the air back into his lungs. You sat upright in his bed, arms crossed scowling at him.

‘Did you drug me?!’ You shout at him, ready to kill him. Ready to hurt, maim and kill the man in front of you. He looked confused, squinting at you trying to figure out what the FUCK you were talking about.

‘Somehow, I drink one drink, remember nothing and now I’m in your bed, with nothing but my panties and YOUR SHIRT. Did you drug me?’ He couldn’t help but laugh, couldn’t help but be weirdly amused by you. Glaring at him harder, you punched his arm full force. You may look like a prissy little girl, but you worked out god damn it, you were tough!

‘CAN YOU STOP HITTING ME?!’

‘IF YOU STOP LAUGHING AND ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTIONS YEAH I MIGHT.’ You yell back, he huffed, sitting up to face you.

‘Hi, my name is Yoongi, and no I didn’t drug you. The punch we make for these parties isn’t well, it isn’t for your kind. It’s strong. You, being an idiot, drank it like a fucking shot. Impressive that you didn’t vomit though…’ He explains, but there was only one thing you picked up on.

‘What do you mean my kind? You being sexist? Because I’m female I can’t handle alcohol? Listen “Yoongi” I bet I could drink your little ass under the table.’ You sass, Yoongi rolled his eyes. Before you knew it, you were pinned to the wall across the room, hands beside your head, Yoongi’s face inches away from yours.

‘I meant human darling. Not fucking female.’ He growled, fangs sticking through, making him unable to close his mouth. Fear rushed through your body, kicking your fight or flight reflexes into action. You did both, kicking him as hard as you could in his crotch, running as fast as you could. Realistically, at the speed he threw you into the wall he could catch up with you in seconds, kill you in a heartbeat. Regardless, you made it to your home, safe and sound. Yoongi stood in his bedroom, slamming his head off the wall repeating ‘Stupid!’ Like a mantra.

‘I know you are but can you keep it down?’ Came a sarky voice from the door. Yoongi turned with eyes glazed over in anger. The boy cowered, running down the hall.

‘Jungkook!’ He screamed after him, gaining the boys attention. He turned slowly, waiting to hear what the older boy wanted.

‘Call a house meeting.’ He requested quickly. five minutes later all the boys were gathered in the living room, watching Yoongi pace the floor. Namjoon bit his lip nervously, not really sure what he was sitting here for.

‘Yoongi, why are we here?’ He sighed, leaning back on the couch. He let his eyes filter around the room, the aftermath of the Halloween party staring him in the face. The mess was a kick in the gut, but not as bad as the next few words to tumble out of Yoongi’s mouth.

‘She knows. She knows what I am.’ He spoke clearly, not fumbling over his words for a second. He looked at all of their faces one at a time, each displaying variations of fear and anger.

‘What do you mean, she knows. What the fuck did you do Yoongi?!’ Jin yelled, slamming his hand on the table. Yoongi told them an account of the night, letting the information sink in. There was a long silence, longer than he could bare. No one spoke for what seemed like a lifetime, and he would know.

‘She has to die.’ Namjoon spoke, saying what everyone was thinking. Despite it being on everyone’s mind, even his own, they still protested.

‘Namjoon that’s too fair.’ Hoseok spoke, sorrow in his eyes for his friend.

‘We can’t just kill her.’ Jimin pouted, actually kind of enjoying having a pretty face in the neighbourhood.

‘You can’t just say things like that.’ Jungkook spoke, despite how you treated him last night, he knew you didn’t deserve to die.

‘It’s Yoongi’s mistake, he needs to fix it.’ Namjoon spoke plainly, standing up from the couch. He placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, smiling sadly at him. It’s not like Namjoon wanted to be the one to say it, but they all seemed to look up to him, maybe because he’s been “dead” the longest. Either way, he became a leader, he wasn’t about to let them all die for one girl. They all had to do it at some point, all had to kill someone who found out, this was nothing new, so why was Yoongi so devastated at the outcome?

You stood in your home, pacing the floor, the nails you had prided yourself on, now bitten down to stubs. Four years of growing, four years of no biting and now here you are, down to the skin. The floor you paced on was probably worn now, the squeaks of the floorboards definitely seemed louder. You should call a friend, or a co-worker, stay somewhere else until he’s forgotten you. He can’t kill you if you’ve disappeared right? You had a feeling that wasn’t his intention, you were drunk, black out drunk. He could have killed you, but he didn’t. Why? You knew he didn’t want you dead, but that didn’t stop your overactive mind thinking of different scenarios of your early demise. Fuck, you know you shouldn’t have gone to that stupid fucking party. Looking around for your phone, you couldn’t find it. Searching high and low, your entire house, nowhere in sight. You scream into the fucking void because OF COURSE IT’S AT HIS HOUSE. There was no way in hell you were going back for it. Nope, not a chance, no fucking way.

‘Y/N?’ He muttered in disbelief, staring at you, hand still in the air from going to knock on the door. It swung open before you had a second to even knock. For a second you debated running, but again, it opened before you could even move your feet. Why were you here? You could just buy a new fucking phone, forget it ever happened, who needs it? Not you.

‘This was a mistake, I have to go.’ You spoke, stepping backwards, keeping your eyes on him, you did not trust him, not one bit. Your foot landed on a bottle, making you lose your balance, maybe walking backwards wasn’t a good idea? Who fucking knew.

Before you could hit the floor, arms wrapped around you, pulling you upward. You didn’t have a second to protest before you were in the house, door closed behind you.

‘Why are you here?’ He questioned, concern and confusion lacing his voice. Clearly you were crazy or just plain stupid for coming back.

‘I left my phone, I wanted it back but I can just buy a new one.’ You rushed out, trying to get to the door, the more you tried, the more his body crowded around yours. He trapped you against the wall, unable to flee like your instincts needed you to.

‘Please, hear me out.’ He begs, not even above a whisper.

‘Hear you out about what? It was a normal party, I got too drunk, you took care of me I left that morning. Nothing strange, nothing out of the ordinary, just people dressed as-’ You stop, the word “vampire” on the tip of your tongue. The thought made your blood run cold, the hair on your arms standing on end. Yoongi sighed, bowing his head in disappointment.

‘Don’t tell anyone, please. No one is going to hurt you, just please don’t tell anyone.’ He begged, at this your face softened. Seeing someone so powerful, so fast, so strong beg and plead was sort of strange. You tilted your head at him, furrowing your eyebrows until you caught the face peeking around the corner. His eyes narrowed in on you, glaring at you.

‘You might not hurt me, but the little CHILD back there might!’ You growled, suddenly having a lot of confidence for someone standing in a fucking vampire cave. The boy scoffed, stepping out from behind the wall.

‘I’m not a CHILD, how many damn times do I have to tell you?’ He sarked back, hands on his hips, you snorted at the baby faced man in front of you, pushing Yoongi to the side. Man this kid was getting on your nerves.

‘You’re a child, you literally look fifteen, fight me baby boy.’ You smirked, assuming he wouldn’t do anything. In that second your back was pressed against the wall again, his face so close his heavy breaths hitting your face.

‘I’m a vampire too baby, so call me baby boy one more time.’ He growled, Yoongi just glared at him, crossing his arms with a sigh. He knew the youngest wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, he would fucking kill him if he did. You had lost the bite of your tongue, trying to think of something to say. His face was too close, his breath smelt too sweet, his cologne too strong. Every sense you had was clouded, by him. ‘What? Nothing to say baby girl?’ He teased, trailing his fangs over your neck. To your surprise, you didn’t flinch nor did your mind go blank. You let him carry on trying to scare you. When he pulled back, gazing into your eyes, you rolled yours.

‘Are you done? I just came back for my phone.’ You replied lazily, trying to seem brave, you were sure he could hear your heartbeat. The way he looked down to your chest solidified the idea in your mind.

‘You got a brave one here Yoongi, how tempting…’ He spoke to the man beside you, eyes still trained on you. Within a second he was gone, your body collapsing to the floor. Yoongi rushed to your side instantly, checking you over. Nothing was wrong, your legs must have just given out at the shock.

‘I won’t tell anyone, can I just leave.’ You whimper, trying to hold back the tears. You weren’t scared of him weirdly enough, but Jungkook sent a chill through your spine. You were sure he was a nice kid, and you were sure everyone else was just as sweet. Stepping even onto the property today, all you sensed was hostility and anger, that wasn’t a friendly vibe nor one you wanted to be entangled with. Yoongi sighed again, helping you off the floor, leading you to the stairs.

‘Where are we going?’ You panicked, stopping dead in your tracks. he soothingly rubbed your back, making you look at him.

‘Your phone is in my room, I can leave you here if you want, but I don’t think you want to meet the others right now.’ He guessed. He was correct, you forced your legs to walk again, following him up to the room. He couldn’t help but smile, you were still wearing his shirt. Granted, you probably didn’t think changing was important, you were probably just as stressed and scared as him. He sat down on his bed, handing you the small device that was left on his bedside table. You grabbed it out his hand, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room. Quickly you are reminded of being thrown out of the bed, pressed to the wall, then you kicking him in the balls… You wince at the thought, letting a little snort slip out. He looked up quickly to you, seeing the smile on your face. He quirked an eyebrow, silently asking what was so funny, especially in this situation. He was one loose lip confession away from endangering the whole group, and you were one confession away from dead.

‘I’m sorry for kicking you in the balls earlier, wait. Do you still have balls? Okay, I mean, you have balls, but do you still FEEL it you know?’ You question, blabbering out the words. You really needed to get this whole word vomit thing under control. He looked at you for a second before laughing, almost clutching his stomach at the speed it ripped through him.

‘Yes, I can still feel my balls. Also, it hurt like a bitch, where did you learn to kick like that?’ He winced, recalling the memory of this morning, him smashing his head on the wall over and over again.

‘I take lessons at the gym, got to learn to defend myself you know? Don’t know who or what is out there.’ You joke, watching him roll his eyes.

‘What now you can make jokes?’ He teased, getting up from the bed to walk towards you. You shrug your shoulders in response.

‘Well, now I know I can hurt you, it gives me a bit of confidence.’ You reply, stepping back a pace.

‘I’m still faster than you angel, still smarter, stronger.’ You roll your eyes, back against the wall again.

‘I get that, also my name isn’t angel, it’s-’

‘Y/N, I know you told me last night.’ He teased cockily, putting his hands on either side of your head. Trapping you again, why do you let yourself into these situations?

‘You know, you teased me so bad last night. Practically begged for me, then you ran this morning before I could keep my promise.’ Your heart raced, but not from fear. Call it curiosity.

‘What promise would that be?’ You question, voice shaking slightly. Okay, maybe you were still slightly scared.

‘Tell me when to stop.’ He whispered before pressing his lips to yours, but he meant it. If this was too much for you, then he would stop, would let you leave right now, but there was no protest. Just a gasp when he first did it, but seconds later you relaxed. Broken memories flashed in your mind from last night. ‘pretty boy’ and ‘Darling’, along with a very fuzzy make out session.

‘Yoongi.’ You whispered through kisses, making him pull away. His eyes bore into yours, making you throw all caution to the wind. ‘Fuck it.’ You mutter, slamming your lips onto his once again, chasing his scent and taste, the feel of him. You wanted it all, and you would beg in seconds if you were asked.

‘You don’t know what you did to me last night darling.’ He whispered, picking you up with little to no effort, walking to the bed and throwing you down. Your body bounced for a second, his shirt riding up your stomach.

‘Oh? Was I naughty?’ You tease, smirk on your mouth. He growled back at you, falling to his knees in front of you, pulling your crotch closer to his face. Yoongi was wasting no time today. You were sober, had full control over this situation right now, and he would keep it like that, but man did he fucking want you. He planted kisses along your thighs, making little whimpers escape your mouth.

‘You were so fucking naughty. I had more than just a taste of your lips, and let me tell you, it was fantastic. You know, vampires don’t have much self control, but I pulled every ounce I had not to fuck you senseless last night.’ He groaned, already smelling how wet you were. He pulled your panties down painfully slowly, just savouring the way they trailed over your thighs. You weren’t a self conscious person but the way he was looking at your right now had you wanting to close your legs, or smack him in the face. Somewhere balanced perfectly between.

‘You should have just done it.’ You whimper, feeling his breath hit your core, showing you how painfully wet you really were. He laughed before licking a strip up from your entrance to clit, making you arch your back at the contact. It had been a while okay?

‘Really baby? What do you remember from last night?’ He teased, still giving gentle licks to your clit. You thought for a second, trying to think back to last night. ‘Tell me from the start baby, give me the whole story, and don’t stop.’ He smirked, licking one strip with slightly more pressure making you whimper. You knew he was doing it to be a dick, but you might as well join in right?

‘I remember the invitation. Stupid fucking invite. Who designed that by the way? It was a-awful!’ You began, whimpering. The more you talked, the faster and harder he swirled his tongue, having you squirming in his grasp. ‘Anyway, I remember digging through my wardrobe to find a-a costume- fuck. I didn’t want to ah- bring my alcohol over to fuck- you guys, it’s mine.’ You cried, arching your back, tugging on his hair as it tickled the inside of your thighs. ‘I came to the party, the happy looking boy greeted me and shoved a- holy christ- drink in my hand.’ He shoved two fingers inside you wiggling them around to throw you off. ‘Oh my god, you’re so fucking good at this.’ You praised, getting slightly off track. He stopped his tongue movements, fingers still scissoring inside of you.

‘That’s not part of the story now is it darling?’ He teased, darting his tongue out once more, you throw your head back at the fact he gets it RIGHT on your clit. He smirked at the way you responded, enjoying the way you curl for him.

‘You’re right okay. I don’t remember much after- ah-ah-after that. I remember you, I remember fangs. They could have been fa-a-ake though. Everyone was dressed like a fucking vampire. Which reminds me, That memo wasn’t-FUCK- wasn’t on the invite!’ You gasped out, free hand running through your hair brushing it out of your face. He delivered a gentle suck to your clit to test how you would react when you groaned in satisfaction, he did it again. ‘Okay shit, I remember you calling me darling, I remember you taking my dress off, giving me close, I mean clothes, dressing me- fuck Yoongi i’m gonna cum!’ You scream, arching your back, waves rippling through your body as you soak the bed below you, legs snapping shut as you curl in on yourself, waves still rushing over and over your body.

‘Holy shit.’He groaned, pulling his shirt off instantly, wiping his face and hands on it, throwing it lazily to the side. He crawled on top of you, lying you back onto your back, kissing you hard and fast, not caring if you were still going through the aftermath of your orgasm.

‘Was that all you remember?’ He whispers, brushing his nose against yours. It was an unusually soft moment for what was happening, making your heart pitter-patter happily in your chest.

‘I remember you kissing me, saying we had to stop. I remember grabbing for you, wanting you to just fuck me. So do it Yoongi, fuck me.’ You beg, pulling his lips back to yours, revelling in the whimper that slips through his own. He unbuckled his belt with one hand, then his jeans, pulling himself out of his pants.

‘Shouldn’t we use a condom?’ You mumble, thrusting your hips towards him regardless, he laughs at the juxtaposition of your actions and words.

‘I’m dead baby, i’m immune but clean, and I can’t get you pregnant.’ He replied, pushing himself into you, savouring the way your walls clench around him, your pulse spiking.

‘Holy shit.’ Laughing at the way you both spoke the words in unison. You shift your hips to let him know he could move. Sighing, he lifted himself up, slamming into you hard, but not taking a fast pace. He kept it slow, letting you feel every stroke and ridge. You hadn’t fucked without a condom before, but feeling every part of him felt so fucking good, you question why you never asked these questions before. Why you never even wanted to try?

‘You know, there was one thing you forgot, last- fuck- last night.’ Yoongi spoke through grunts, pushing his hips into you, speeding up slightly. Your head was tilted back, and all he could think of was your pulsing artery.

‘What’s that?’ You whine, wrapping your legs around his hips, forcing him in further, squeezing around him as he buried deep inside of you, he groaned at the feeling, wanting to push his hips in further, wanting to fucking ravish you.

‘You stabbed your finger on my fang baby, I’ve had a taste and I’m trying so hard not to take more.’ He growled, showing you his face. His eyes were wide, cast over in lust and hunger, fangs poking out, the last shred of self control diminishing. This morning, the sight made you want to throw up in fear, made you curl in on yourself and flee, but now, it turned you on all the more. You whimpered at the thought of his fangs in your neck, letting your back arch. He wrapped a hand around your throat, covering the artery from his sight.

‘I’m not fucking joking darling, I will bite you.’ He growled, fucking you harder now than before, as if he was fucking some kind of frustration out. He punctuated every word with a thrust, reaching places you didn’t even know someone could.

‘Then do it. Fucking bite me, fuck- claim me Yoongi.’ You moan, numbly grabbing his back as you feel your next orgasm shooting through you. One hand trailed down to your clit as his fangs grazed your neck.

‘Are you sure?’ He whispered, waiting for you to pull away, to take it back, but you didn’t. You laced the blunt nails that did drag down his back, through his hair, pulling as his teeth sank into your neck. He growled at your taste, the liquid coating his tongue as he swallowed. Wrapping his arms under your back, he lifted you up, fucking you sensless as he drew your blood. You were light headed, not sure what sensation you were enjoying more. Your orgasm rushed through you, but you were too tired to cry out, too tired to react other than little whimpers. He sucked until your body became limp in his hands, finishing inside of you at that moment. Ripping his teeth out of your neck, he licked over the area, sealing it up, lying your knocked out frame down on the bed, he ran to the bathroom, grabbing a facecloth. He cleaned you up, slipping a shirt gently back over your head, covering your lower half in a pair of boxers. He lay beside you, waiting for you to wake up. You were still alive, he could tell from the way your chest steadily rises and falls.

‘What happened?’ You whine, peeling your eyes open slowly trying not to wince at the light. Yoongi was by your side in seconds, which you wish you could say you were surprised by. He sat you up, pushing a glass of water into your hands.

‘I took a little too much blood, I’m really sorry…’ He pouted, looking down at the sheet covering you. You laughed at him, sipping the water he had given you.

‘I noticed you dressed me again.’ You teased, letting a comfortable silence settle over you.

‘Are you going to tell, like who we are?’ He questions, hoping to god you say no, hoping with his whole unbeating heart, that you say no.

‘I think, I’ll keep it to myself, that is, if this is a regular occurrence?’ You motion, hoping he understands you mean the sex, he smirks, to which you assume he understood.

‘I think that could be arranged.’ He teases, removing the water from your hand, crawling back on top of your body. You giggle happily before a knock sounds at the door. Yoongi shouts a “Yeah?” towards the door. A voice came through the wood, not wanting to come into the room.

‘I’ll have you know, I was proud of that damn invitation you dicks.’ The happy boys voice sounds from behind the door, not sounding so happy now. You cover your mouth with a giggle, watching Yoongi as he sighed, how did he forget the whole house had supernatural hearing?

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