#I did something to my back this past weekend and UGHHH

[jake-g-lockley]

The Light of My Knight | Moon Knight x Desi!Reader | Chapter 8: Ladoos and Jasmines

Warnings: Slightly NSFW (the beginning is a little hot and heavy), swearing, mention of weapons, Indian parents (iykyk :”) )

Word Count: 3.8 k

A/N: Special thanks to @paymeinkash for a little idea that is in this chapter <3 

Taglist: @brekkers-desigirl @wordacadabra @paymeinkash @ahookedheroespureheart @sodonuthideout @obsessedwadonis @local-mr-frog @swiggy-needs-mental-help @pakhiya

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

Steven groaned into your mouth as you grind your clothed core into him. You kissed him with enough needy ferocity that made him buck his own hips against you. Your legs were on either of his sides and his heavy hands were carelessly grasping your hips, maneuvering you with his movements while your nails dug tiny crescent shapes into his bare shoulders. 

Your lips left his, leaving a trail of kisses down his neck and you eventually found a sweet spot that made him whine your name and throw his head back. One of his hands left the sanctuary of your hips and traveled over your curves, up his shirt that you were wearing when suddenly you both heard knocking on the door.

“Package for Ms. Y/N!!” came the voice behind the door.

“Fuck, not again! Maybe if we ignored him, he’d go away?” you say, your breath heavy in your words, chest heaving right in Steven’s face.

“I highly doubt it, darling.” Steven chuckles, trying to regain his sense of balance. 

You groan as you get up from Steven and slide off the bed. You see Steven diving for his sweater that you forcefully tossed away into the far corner of the room a few minutes ago and you stifle a giggle. 

The past month and a half with the boys has been sort of a dream. Dates twice a week, spending the weekends together, shopping together, cooking together, the stolen kisses in the empty corners of the museum. You were on cloud nine. You had slight anxiety about going back to work at first and it made it a little hard to adjust on the first few days back, but eventually you got back on your game. You also somehow knew things were going too well for your sorry self.

One thing that has been bothering you for a while now is the number of times you’ve been cockblocked. One time it was the neighbor asking for sugar, another time it was your landlord and the dozens of other times it had been Amazon delivery.

Cockblocked by Amazon should be the title of your (not) sex tape. 

You slip on the pair of sweats that were tossed onto the couch and open the door revealing a small man carrying a very big and shiny package. Signing his paper, you take  the box from him, trying not to fold with the weight of it. 

“Let me help you with that, angel.” Steven said, swooping in to save your poor arms from torture and closing the door. 

“Very shiny.” Steven says, grunting a little as he placed it onto the dining table. 

You swore that you caught a whiff of something very close to home and you bit your lip, realizing what the shiny wrapping could mean.

“Ughhh, noooo.” you groan.

“What, what is it, darling?” Steven says, looking at you, concerned. 

“I think that's a wedding invitation. How the fuck did they get my address?” you say as you cut the wrapping paper gingerly as if you were diffusing a bomb. 

Steven watched, amused, as you gave up with the scissors and tore the wrapping open with your bare hands. A beautiful ruby red invitation box with gold details stared back at you. You open the latch of the box and pick up the invitation envelope which was encircled with ladoos and other sweet goodies. 

“Pallavi weds Thirumaaran, great, my cousin is getting married.” You groan again. “Even better, she's getting married here. Couldn't you have chosen another city to have your big fat Indian wedding?” You hear rustling and you look up at Marc who had fronted and popped a ladoo in his mouth, eyes round.

“Was I not supposed to eat that?” he mumbled, cheeks bulging like a very confused hamster. 

Instantly, your bad mood dissipated and you burst into laughter and reassured him that it was alright. 

“Maybe you should go, baby. I mean, unless you really, really don’t want to.” he says after defeating the large ladoo. 

“I don’t think I have a choice, she’s my first cousin and I don’t have any grudges against her.” you say reading the invitation again. “But, it's been, like, ten years since I’ve seen any of them and I know for a fact that some of them there would not like seeing me there, after my ficaso of leaving home.”  

“We’ll come with you.” Marc immediately says, shocking you. 

“You’ll really be my plus one?” you say, looking over the invitation at him. 

“Yea, the boys are ok with it too.” he shrugged. 

“Ugh, you guys are angels sent for me.” you said getting up and giving Marc a big kiss. 

“We have to go shopping, though.” you frown. 

Your bank account is going to hate you. 

 ☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

And that's how you ended up saree shopping a few days later with Jake Lockley. You had chosen two sarees and were now bargaining the prices. When the retailer refused to go down on the prices, Jake shot him a look that would have made him shit himself and instantly, the prices went down a notch. Jake refused to show you what he got for himself and told you that it would be a surprise. 

“The blouses would be ready in a week's time, I guess.” you say, sighing. You were so exhausted. The whole wedding situation was stressing you out and you found yourself not being able to sleep at the thought that you had to see your parents. You would often find yourself laying in bed staring at the ceiling, especially on days where you weren’t in your boyfriends’ arms. 

“You sure you're ok with going, love?” Steven could always see right through you as if he had x-ray vision. “A big birdy told me you aren’t sleeping.” he continued sheepishly.

“Khonshu is stalking me?” you gape at Steven. 

“Well, not stalking, sometimes we get him to check on you, especially now when you look so stressed out. Don’t worry he isn't doing anything weird.” he quickly says.

Your heart swooned at the sweetness of your boyfriends. They are definitely one weird bunch and the giant bird god just added to the chaos. You had asked Jake to draw Khonshu out because you wanted to know what he looked like and you surely didn’t expect a mummified body with a giant bird skull and a staff.

You sigh, going back to your little ice cream. “You’re right, this is really stressing me out, but it's ok, I’m an adult, I can do this.” you said, smiling at Steven, who beamed back. 

On the day of the wedding ceremony, you were rushing around your apartment to get ready. You wore your hair in a half up, half down style with bouncy curls that took you ten thousand days to curl. Your kanchipuram cotton saree was a beautiful sunset shade with gold detailing and you accessorized it with a gold choker, jimmikkis and bangles. 

“Rosa?” you hear Jake at the door.

“Come in, I’m almost ready.” you shout. 

Tugging at the loose strands of your curls that frame your face, you carefully step out of your bathroom and your mouth dropped at the sight in front of you. Jake was standing in your living room in a white jippa with gold trimmings.  His curls sat perfectly on his head and he was wearing a hungry smirk that flipped your stomach, his eyes scanning you.

Adengappa…

You stood there and stared for a good while wondering whether you were dreaming. If you stood there staring any longer you would start drooling like a Saint Bernard on crack.

“Amor, are you done ogling?” Jake’s voice cuts through your little rendezvous.

“I wasn’t ogling, dummy, I was admiring my handsome boyfriend, who apparently exceeded all my expectations for today.” you smile. 

“Ooo, do we get a gold star?” Jake said with fake innocence, batting his long eyelashes at you. 

“Shut up.” you say, trying not to blush.

“Steven made us buy something for you to top off your look.” Jake said, revealing something in his hands. 

You gasp when you process what he had been holding. 

“You got me jasmine flowers for my hair! Where did you get this?” 

“Took us a while, but I have my sources,” Jake says, winking. 

A few minutes later and a whole lot of bobby pins, the jasmines were secured to your hair with the assistance of Steven’s nimble fingers. 

“You look absolutely ethereal, my darling sun.” Steven says, leaving a light kiss on your forehead.  

You give him a small kiss on his cheek and go to grab your heels and the present you got for your cousin. They agreed to have Marc be the one to be introduced to the family, mainly because Steven could do a killer American accent while Marc and Jake sounded like they were mocking the English accent. It made you laugh but it certainly would add to a whole list of confusion.

In the car ride to the wedding hall you were uncharacteristically quiet and still which made Jake ask you whether you were ok several times. 

“Amor, it's ok, we’re here with you, remember?” he says softly, grabbing your hand and kissing it. 

You turn to him and smile. His presence did really put you at ease. He pulled up to the hall that was next to the temple and found a parking spot in an instant. Marc fronts and gets out of the car, going to your side and holding his hand out for you. You smile and take his hand, letting him pull you out. He really is your rajakumaran.

“Are you going to be on your best behavior?” He asks. 

“Are you?” you counter with a smirk.

Marc mirrors your smirk and you feel yourself flush. 

“Alright, let's step into the lion's den.” You say tightly gripping Marc’s hand.

“Y/N, come in ma! ” You see your auntie gesturing at you. 

“Periamma! Long time no see.” you smile and watch as she registers the man beside you. 

“You look absolutely beautiful! Who’s this handsome man, Y/N?” 

Before you could say anything Marc puts his hands together and says “Vanakam, ma’am, I’m Marc Spector, Y/N’s boyfriend.” 

Yep, your heart was going to explode and you were slowly turning into mush. 

“Aiyo, please call me Jothi, kanna.” She said, offering Marc her hand which he brought to his lips for a kiss. 

“Periamma, eva enodu aalu, unakku already oru aalu irukku, please leave some for the rest of us.” You say before your auntie can steal your boyfriend, trying not to laugh. 

“Seri, seri, go inside.” She says, still eyeing Marc. 

“I think my auntie’s got a little crush on you.” you whisper to Marc who laughed as you both stepped into the wedding hall that was buzzing with activity. 

Moon Boys’ POV

Y/N let go of his hand to go chat to some of her cousins that she had spotted at the center of the hall. Marc smiled and watched her as her hair that was decorated with the beautiful flowers bounced around her and how she swayed her hips when she walked. 

He leaned against the wall behind him and continued to stare at his girl, when suddenly he heard something skid across the floor and hit his foot. He bent down and picked it up, realizing it was a purse.

“Oh! I’m so sorry, thambi!” He turned to the source of the voice and saw a tall, skinny woman walking towards him with a slightly plump and balding man trailing after her. They looked intensely familiar to Marc.

“Here you go, ma’am.” He smiled, handing the woman her purse. 

“Thank you, thambi. What’s your name?” the woman asked.

“Marc Spector, ma’am.” 

“Nice to meet you, Marc thambi. I’m Malar and this is my husband Sivanathan.” She said as Marc realized that he had landed right into the grasp of Y/N’s parents. He quickly shook their hands, covering his shock with a tight smile.

“Who’s side are you from, mappillai? Bride or groom?” Y/N’s dad asked.

“Bride, sir.” He says.

“Are you a military man, mappillai?” He asks, taking Marc by surprise.

“Yes, sir, ex-military, how did you notice?” Marc didn’t expect to be playing quick fire questions so early in the day. 

“Your posture is impeccable, and your short answers reminded me of when I was in the military!” The man laughed, making Marc relax slightly. 

Y/N’s parents continued to ask him a few more questions until they were satisfied and then started to introduce him to other people. They stirred him to the direction of Y/N and her cousins, who had her back turned towards them.

“Marc, you see that girl over there? She’ll definitely suit you.” Y/N’s mother says pointing to who Marc assumes is one of Y/N’s cousins and suddenly everything clicks. She has trapped him into matchmaking him with someone. Before he could say anything, Y/N turned around and her eyes widened at the sight she had to behold. 

Your POV 

“Amma? Appa?” you said, looking past Marc. 

“Oh! Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here.” Your mother blandly says. 

“Pallavi invited me.” you say, already feeling small.

“How are you? Still unmarried and jobless?” She said, letting go of Marc’s arm.

“Ma, we haven’t seen each other or spoken to each other for 10 years and this is what you have to say?” You hiss. “Yes, I’m unmarried but I do have a job, for your information.”

“A lousy job, no doubt. Look at the state of your hair, couldn’t you have straightened it or braided it like your cousins? You’ve put on some weight, I see.” Your mother sniffed and pinched your exposed stomach. “Who did your make up for you, it's so plain. You know when I was your age, I already had a child on my hip, not rolls like you. ” 

“Ma, what is going to make you happy?” You say, shaking your head, pushing her hand away from you. 

“Maybe if you got married? You see this nice mappillai over here? Marc Spector, ex-military. Maybe he’ll teach you some discipline.” your father says, slapping Marc square in the back. “Marc thambi, this is my daughter, Y/N, the family rebel.” 

“Hello there.” Marc says with a bemused smile and a small wink. 

Your brows curved in confusion as you looked between Marc, your mother and your father and then you realized what had been going on when you were talking to your cousins. 

“So, you’re telling me, if I get married to this particular man, both of you will finally be happy with me?” you say innocently, blinking at your parents. 

“Of course, you’d finally be listening to us.” your father says. 

Interesting. 

“Ok, sure.” you said, shrugging. “Mr. Spector, would you like to hijack this wedding and get married?” 

“Don’t be rude, Y/N.” your mother says and you roll your eyes. 

Just then, the music started to become louder, signifying that the ceremony was about to start. You, Marc, your mother and father took your places in a row of chairs. 

“Saved by the priest.” you whisper to Marc, who chuckled. “You're gonna teach me some discipline, sir?” 

“That can be arranged.” He whispered back, a smirk evident in his voice.

You administer a little punch into Marc’s arm and he recoils in mock horror and you take the chance to slip your hand into his. 

You quickly find out after the ceremony that your parents were as infuriating as the last time you saw them. But they seemed to be content with you and Steven talking to each other over the food that you were having. 

“When should we tell them, darling?” Steven whispers, concealing his accent. 

“Shh, I want to play with them a little longer.” you say, smiling at your parents.

You were still seething in anger with your parents behavior and were finally glad that you had the higher ground. You thank the universe for its unlikely assistance. 

“So, I see you two are getting along very well?” your father pipes up suddenly.

“Mmm, yea, we have a lot of similarities, pa. Oh and differences that he has offered to correct.” you say, sarcasm leaking into your words like poison. 

“Ah, good, good.” your father says, approvingly.

Suddenly, you spot your periamma coming towards your table and you sit back in your seat with a satisfied smile. Your plan was falling together perfectly.

“Malar! Sivanathan anne! I see you’ve found your daughter.” your auntie says, patting your shoulder. 

“Yea, and she’s still a little rascal.” your mother says, laughing. 

“And I see you’ve met Marc? Her charming boyfriend?” your auntie says eliciting the most beautiful reaction you’ve ever seen. 

Your mother’s mouth dropped open and her eyes widened significantly to the point where her eyeballs looked like they were going to pop out of her head while your father choked on the orange juice that he was sipping. Ugh, you just wanted to take a picture of what you were witnessing, frame it and hang it in your living room. You burst into laughter and almost started to tear up.

“Momma, I’m glad that you finally like one of my life choices.” You say in between laughs as your auntie notices the apparent shift in tension between your family and moves to the next table.

“I need you both to realize that I am no longer a child. I am a fully functioning adult who doesn’t need your opinion.” You say standing up and grabbing Steven’s hand. “I’m happy that I finally get to see you after so long. But now I’m going to leave, with someone who definitely makes me happier. Bye!”    

 ☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You only let out a sigh of relief after you were in the car with your seatbelt strapped to you after rushing to thank and congratulate your cousin, apologizing for leaving so early into the night. 

“I'm sorry.” you say, turning to Jake.

“What's up, rosa?” he looked at you confused. 

“We shouldn’t have come here. It was a waste of time. We are definitely not going for the dinner tomorrow, I can’t stand being in the same room as my parents. I really thought they would have changed by now, after all these years.” you say, playing with your bangles. 

“Amor, if there is one thing I can tell you, it's that sometimes, some parents don’t deserve to have children. You’re an amazing capable woman and you don’t need your parents to acknowledge that. Besides, I’m glad that we came. I definitely enjoyed watching your parents squirm, they really looked like they deserved it.” Jake said, cupping your face with his big hands. 

You giggle and turn your head to kiss his hand.

Suddenly, Jake drops his hands and turns to the back of the car. His face twisted into a menacing scowl that distorted your thoughts and he looked like he was listening to someone. 

Khonshu.

“What? Now?” Jake questions. “I can’t bring her with me, Khonshu, it's too dangerous, I’m pretty sure you of all beings know that. Well yes, I know that it's not far from here but can’t I drop her off first?”

Whatever conversation Jake was having with Khonshu certainly pushed him over the edge because he gripped onto the steering wheel as if he wanted to tear it out of the car’s dashboard. 

You didn’t want to ask what had just happened, but you assume that Khonshu wants Jake to do something that involves Moon Knight. The one thing you’ve noticed about Jake Lockley over the past few weeks is the fact that he can get very serious and withdrawn very quickly. It's a sharp contrast between the times when he is more relaxed. You sink into the seat as Jake silently drives and not too long later, stops at an abandoned factory. 

“If I lock the door, will you stay here?” Jake says to you, his voice low. 

“Yes, of course.” you say, watching him as he pulls something from under his seat. 

“This will keep you safe.” Jake says, handing you something metallic.

You gasp as you take hold of a gun. You blink at it and look up at Jake.

“How the fuck am I supposed to know how to use a gun, Lockley?” you say, your heart speeding up. 

Jake gives you a quick rundown and you hang on to every single one of the words that comes out of his mouth.

“I won’t be long, amor, but whatever you do, do not leave this car.” he says, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek and stepping out of the car, slamming the door behind him.

You watch in horror and bewilderment through the car window as Jake flexes his body and tips his head back allowing the cloth wrappings to envelop him until the ceremonial Moon Knight armor covers his entire being. You’ve never seen the armor up close before and it looks absolutely magnificent. His eyes glowed and he grabbed a crescent dart magically out of his chest piece.

“Khonshu definitely has the flair for the dramatic.” you say to yourself as you watch Jake take long strides into the shadows, cape billowing in the wind. You look up to the beautiful full moon that graced the skies and sighed. 

This is going to be a long night. 

 ☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Translations:

Ladoo: Laddu or ladoo is a spherical sweet originating from India and spread through the Indian subcontinent. Laddus are primarily made from flour, fat (ghee/butter/oil) and sugar.

Saree: A sari or saree is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent that consists of an un-stitched stretch of woven fabric arranged over the body as a robe, with one end tied to the waist, while the other end rests over one shoulder as a pallu, baring a part of the midriff.

Kanchipuram cotton: Purely handwoven by master weavers from the city of Kanchipuram, Tamil Nadu, these sarees carry elegance yet being simple.

Jimmikkis: A style of earring worn by women of the Indian subcontinent

Rosa: rose

Jippa: Traditional wear for Indian men

Adengappa: Exclamation (like holy shit or OMGEIII)

Amor: Love

Rajakumaran: Prince charming

Periamma: mother’s older sister

Vanakam: Traditional tamil greeting

Kanna: Darling, sweetie

Eva enodu aalu, unnaku already oru aalu irukku: This is my man, you've already gotten your own man

Seri: OK

Thambi: Little brother / boy

Mappillai: groom/ son-in-law (also just randomly thrown around, not meaning what it actually means)

Amma: Mother

Appa: Father

Anne: Brother

Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9

[jiminrings]

lunchbox koo first time ughhh it’ll be so cute >< jungkook is shy but after the first time he gets freaky and gets more confident regarding that

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

it’s stem koo’s first time, and he could cry in bliss just knowing that it’s with you — it would always be you.

Jungkook thinks he shouldn't complain.

He thinks he shouldn't complain not because there isn't any room for it (plenty for it actually), but because he thinks there's nothing about it at all that's complaint-worthy and is demanding of any revision.

You're used to him complaining at this point and atleast he has the nerve to feel quite sorry, but it's just something that eats at his nerves when he wants to raise his grievance with you.

In fact, Jungkook thinks he should be grateful because after all, his so-called "problem" is something that some people would fight tooth and nail for to have.

His ears perk when you instruct him to move the full-length mirror to his right, cheeks puffing out mid-thought at the word that it stops him completely from adjusting the placement of the mirror to your liking.

“Don’t," he softly mumbles, brows knitting in the barrage of emotions he doesn't know how to dissect, “don’t call me that.”

He sees the confusion register in your face, staring down on him while you’re stood on your bed and he suddenly feels the need to back-track his words.

“Call you what?” your eyebrows furrow in recollection of everything you’ve ever said and called him for the past hour, seeing your boyfriend shy away from your glance with a childish look on his face that it sinks in eventually. “Baby?”

Jungkook cusses under his breath on how you managed to catch on so quick, putting his hand on his nape as if you were gonna eat him alive on what he’s gonna say next.

He sometimes hates himself for being so honest when it comes to you, and sometimes he hates how understanding you could be because he couldn’t predict what you’d react to him now.

“Yoongi teased me awhile ago.”

It’s a pathetically small mumble and Jungkook isn’t even sure if the words ever crossed past his lips, but he’s sure that they left him somehow because you’re laughing.

You’re full-on cackling either at him or with him and as much as it makes his lips curve at the sound of your laughter, it makes him defensive.

Defensive enough that he doesn’t realize he’s pouting because it’s his second nature, scrunching his face in the process.

“You’re not supposed to laugh. Even Jin elbowed me when you called me that.”

He's dancing around the term of endearment and he chalks it up to how he distinctly remembers Yoongi repeating it with his eyes squinted and his eyebrows wiggling, added with Seokjin's sharp elbows that made him consciously feel his ribs.

“Shouldn’t you be happy?” you tilt your head with genuine curiosity, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Don’t get me wrong, but didn’t you tell me that you wanted to be closer with them? That you want them to loosen up to you? They’re just teasing you, Jungkook.”

“Y-yeah, I did say that, you’re right,” he sheepishly admits, already aware that he was contradicting himself from the start. “I swear it could count as bullying though.”

Jungkook feels appalled for a split second before he realizes that the laugh he's given you is worthwhile, a tiny bit satisfied that his complaints atleast gave you sincere amusement.

It's in ridiculous moments like these that you realize your boyfriend tends to be a little more sensitive than the rest of the people you're accustomed to. A little more fragile, a little more eroded around the edges but it doesn't mean that he isn't any less compact at the core.

“Take it up to student affairs then.”

“Seokjin is student affairs. You’re not funny.”

The frown on his face gives you all the more reason to observe him this way — sensitive, warm, lovable.

Jungkook can't be Jin because your boyfriend would whimper at the slightest onset of an inconvenience but he'd whimper even more if he can't manage to resolve it. Meanwhile, your friend installs Ikea furniture without a manual and sleeps on it for weeks until he finds the resolve to continue trying.

Jungkook can't be Yoongi either because the former would bend over backwards and drink a mistaken order given to him, even if it means he paid extra for something he didn't want. On the other hand, the latter isn't afraid of coming straight to the counter holding your burger when you clearly said that you don't want pickles in it.

He can't be the other two people you treasure in your life and it's more than okay for you, the special distinction of how he stands within your heart already being enough.

“Alright, alright,” you wave him off, going straight to the mirror to adjust it because he's clearly too perplexed on how you just agreed with him. “I won’t ever call you baby again.”

Jungkook has no qualms with you but he certainly has one now, mouth parted at how that was too easy. How his request that he didn't even wholeheartedly mean became approved that quick.

A squeak leaves him before he knows it, looking between you and the reflection of himself.

“Well now you’re just guilt-tripping me.”

“I’m respecting your wishes,” you whisper playfully, making him gasp as he loops his arm around yours to effectively pull you closer out of panic.

“Don’t say ever,” he emphasizes and then could you see how his eyes widen at the particular word, cheeks puffed while he tries to get you to meet his eyes. “You’re never gonna call me baby? Ever?”

“Nope,” you breathlessly chuckle as you attempt to unloop your arm from his, earning yourself an even more eager pull to his direction. “Why would I? I’m just granting your wishes.”

Jungkook looks stupefied at your retort and you have an inkling in your mind that he looks like he'd actually plead with you, being unmistaken when you see his bottom lip actually quiver.

“Can I take it back?”

He hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and effectively nuzzling his nose to the crook of your neck. It's a habit of his to burrow into you whenever he gets his hands on you, something you've noticed him doing to comfort himself.

You obviously don't mind it but it's something you've come to know that Jungkook doesn't even realize the effect of, not that it matters, but it's in softly domestic moments like these that it packs an extra effect.

“Call me baby again.”

He mumbles against your neck and with the way you look at his reflection, you're sure it's not out of that eager will. He's hung-up on the pet name and you're clearly hung-up on much different things.

"No."

You disagree so certainly and you're clueless that you've already uttered it out loud. It's a clear no to the things that materialized in your head out of thin air, all because of the way Jungkook nuzzles into your neck and your first thought is to give him more access.

He's oblivious to the internal conflict in your mind — oblivious to the way how there's a lump on your throat from realizing that at your point of view in front of the mirror, Jungkook engulfs you as a whole unit.

It's a weekend and the only plans you had were to buy a mirror and get takeout for lunch; simple as that. But then Yoongi caught wind of your plans, and decided that he'd come with because he reasons that he wants to see if the mirror you're buying is worthy enough because of course, it's only natural that whatever you buy is his too — or atleast because he argues that it's the law.

Then came Jin, who woke up because of Yoongi's insistent voice that if you don't let him come with you to the store, it could only mean that you don't love him anymore. Naturally, he shoots straight up from bed because he can't pass up on egging either of you. Coincidentally, it also happens that he bought a new keyring and he wants to drive to see if it would obnoxiously jangle around. Even more coincidentally, he has an extra hundred dollars in the event that the needs to add in to your budget because he wants your mirror to atleast be three feet taller than him.

You should've expected that when you replied to Jungkook's good morning message at an earlier time than you usually did, which he knows could only mean that you're running an errand, he automatically asks if he could come with and walks to your dorm even before you say yess.

It's far too hot for his usual hoodie and sweats combo that he came straight into your space without much thought of what he should wear for an errand he just only had a vague idea of — a fitted thin black shirt and black basketball shorts that cut off above his knees.

Jungkook's too oblivious with the way he has his arms around your middle, snaked snugly right below your boobs, with his face nuzzling your neck and the costly effects it has on you and your sanity.

“Why not? That’s my wish. You just told me that you’re granting mine.”

He's still fixed on gaining back his name but you're way past it, instead fixating your gaze downwards to empty your thoughts.

It's okay. It's completely and utterly okay. It's just hot, your boyfriend's wearing a different outfit, and it just happens that he's naturally clingy. He's clueless and you're not pointing it out to him that you're bothered in a way that you're certain he's not quite ready to help with.

“Pick another, Jungkook. I’ll rethink it in two business days because apparently, someone’s embarrassed of me.”

You recover fairly quickly and you don't have to shrug him off you because he detaches himself to look at you in shock, his only points of warmth on you being his hands on your shoulders while he looks at your reflection.

“W-what? I’m not! I’m just-“ he trips over his words when you look at him with a mocking raise to your brow, making him mumble in defeat. “Shy. You know I’m shy.”

“I know, bab-“ you intentionally slip up and only then could you see him scowling at your teasing, bumping your elbow to the back to lightly jab at him.

You still have your mind to purge your thoughts from and mirrors to clean, laying your point as best as you could when you suddenly push him off you with your hips, getting an offended gasp afterwards.

“I know, Jungkook. But you know that Yoongi and Jin are my friends and they’re just teasing you. You can’t whine at everything, y’know?”

“I am not whiney!”

Jungkook's eyes widen considerably, talking in a pout while he desperately defends himself from what he thinks is your most ruthless dig at him.

His eyes are still wide at you even if he waits for you to say something, anything, that would give him the peace of mind that you agree with him not being whiny at all. He's blinking every second in the fear that you'd mouth the words anytime now, but it never comes. The agreement to be in his side never comes band all he gets is your nose scrunching up at him.

“Sure you aren’t.”

You didn't know what to expect now that you've egged him further but it's definitely not him tugging your shirt towards him, making the fabric cling onto your front more than snugly as he cages you in to his chest innocently.

“Take that back."

“Jungkook,” you warn him with no real bite just yet, sending him daggers through the mirror but he doesn't relent and in fact returns your glare that's twice more stubborn.

He frowns petulantly, brows knitted together in his attempt at correction. “It’s baby.”

A breath you didn't even know you were holding leaves you in a breeze, unaware that your boyfriend's stubbornness all along is something that would knock you out of breath.

You try to ignore how Jungkook easily pulled you into him without much thought, only to possessively embrace you into his hold — all of that done out of pure innocence, just because you agreed to not call him baby.

“Do you know what you did just now?”

His wide curious eyes later turned into realization, hand scrambling to cover your mouth for what you're gonna point out next but you get it out even before he could.

“You just whined.”

Jungkook audibly groans to your ear and you have to close your eyes just to stop thinking full-time, not wanting your mind to wander to the other scenarios that would pull out such a guttural sound out of him once or rather several more.

He frowns and you're unfazed because you're used to him doing so when he doesn't get what he wants, edging you to the thought that he's really quite the stubborn one out of the two of you. The clingier, stubborn, and more eager one in the relationship.

Jungkook stands up fully and just when you think that he's letting go off you, his arms bend at the elbows and proceed to level them underneath your armpits — poised in a position as if he's holding you back and keeping you still while he looks at you in the mirror but of course; he's clueless.

You try to keep your thoughts at bay but it's beyond hard knowing that he keeps feeding into them without knowing, not being able to resist either when you break out of his hold to get out of such an enticing position you've once seen in your dreams, making him tumble back a little with a pout.

"Move away a little."

He doesn't take your dismissal to heart because he sees you pulling up a chair in front of the mirror, standing on top of it to hang the crochet heart Jin made for you.

Did you plan to put up the powder blue crochet heart on top of your mirror? Yes. Did you really need to do it now? Not at all, but you felt it was necessary to buffer your impure thoughts into focusing on a wholesome and handmade craft your friend gave you.

You think it's helping because it's immediately removing your attention on how delectable your boyfriend looks and instead refocus it onto sticking it up as even and as proportional as you could. What doesn't help, is that Jungkook's first instinct upon seeing you stand up on a chair is to put his hands on your waist tightly.

His hands are large and pretty and warm and it makes you cuss underneath your breath of how this is the second time the vision of him holding you up appears, the plan of clearing your thoughts immediately backfiring.

“I can make another wish, right?”

“If it makes you whine less, sure.”

You reply almost immediately, relieved that he's talking and deviating the conversation into somewhere else. His whines always seep into the back of your head and as much as you'd want to hear them, the timing of it all doesn't match up.

You're just about to pry his hands off from your waist but it doesn't happen because Jungkook holds you even more tightly than before, a heavy breath leaving him that it has you glancing at his reflection in the mirror.

“Take my virginity.”

Jungkook doesn't hesitate thinking twice that he's caught you off-guard because you make no move in hiding your surprise, the crochet heart you were in the verge of sticking onto the wall with mounting tape already falling unceremoniously.

His eyes widen when there's an impalpable silence that consumes the both of you but he doesn't find himself wanting to take the words back, completely confused when you step down to the ground with no hesitation.

“Give me my first time.”

He makes it clear by saying it again, strengthening what he's just said seconds ago but it feels like it's been hours since your face is indifferent, nonchalant even as you sit on the edge of your bed to open your phone.

“Don’t just say that.”

He hears you grit through your teeth and Jungkook fears that he's offended you for a second, although he doesn't find any hint of it on your face that remains the same. You look unbothered just as usual and not as if he just asked you to fuck him — he thought he'd get a bigger and perhaps more loving reaction than what you're giving him now.

“But I mean it — I do want it,” he explains sincerely, plucking your phone from your fingers and tossing it behind you, earning a squawk in return. “But not unless you don’t want to.”

Jungkook's voice becomes small and becomes regretful that he just snatched your phone away from you because initially, he just did it to get you to look at him and not avoid eye contact! But here he is, the little stunt he pulled already biting him in the ass.

You look up at him and it's unlike of him to be the one to shy away from all the gazing he does at you, already knowing that he feels touchy at the moment. He's pretty just like you've realized before; defined and soft at the same time, his faded blonde hair longer as they reach past his ears and are tucked behind them, his eyes more visible since he's taken off his glasses and perched them on your vanity just minutes ago.

“Of course I want to,” your voice is as gentle and as soothing it could be, instantly garnering the attention of your boyfriend who's standing in front of you. “It’s just that I don’t want you to feel obligated because you’re with me.”

It's true and you mean it wholeheartedly, comprising the majority of the reasons why you always try to tone down the mature thoughts you have regarding your boyfriend because it feels intrusive almost, even if he's boldly told you about the thoughts he had of you before.

It's internalized pressure you always try to contain because you can't exactly tell Jin nor Yoongi how much you want your boyfriend to fuck and do the likes with you, knowing that it would invite even more pressure into your mind.

Jungkook's heart expands twofold at the consideration you always have for him, eyes bulging as he desperately shuts down the concern you have for him.

“I’m completely sure, I promise.”

He bobs his head up and down in lightning speed and his hands automatically reach out for you to take, wanting you to pull him down on the bed, but you apparently don't do it quick enough which is why he immediately sits down beside you and places you on his lap instead. "Never been more sure ever than right now, I'm telling you."

Your laugh gets cut short because he puts his hand behind your head and pulls you close fervently, kissing you like he means it that you're pleasantly surprised when he immediately manages to take control, drawing out a moan from him when you happily cooperate.

You've always known that Jungkook's an attentive lover; always keen and eager and trying to please. He's giddy and vocal and it crosses your mind that you're all he's ever known when it comes to this, the realization of the fact giving more warmth to you than you initially thought it would.

Jungkook makes you tilt your head so he could kiss you deeper and it doesn't make him glaze over the fact that he doesn't want you to strain your neck, his hand affectionately cupping your nape while your hands get busy trying to get his shirt over and off him, feeling the warmth of his hand on your exposed skin.

"How do I-" he whispers, grunting particularly when you grind on his clothed cock that's straining through his basketball shorts, "how do we do this?"

He feels an unmeasurable heat within and he knows he can't chalk it up to the weather this time, but rather, he'd point it out to you who's grinding on him as your hips rut forward, the warmth of your center slowly bleeding into his own because your shorts are thin and he could make himself silly just trying to imagine you bare.

“It’s your first time, Koo,” you scratch lightly in circles on his back, turning him over the edge more than it does to soothe him. “I’ll take care of you.”

Jungkook's eyes prick at your promise and he finds his mouth falling open because not soon after your assurance, you undress right in front of him without hesitation, instantly finding religion in the silent worship he gives you with his eyes.

“I think I’m gonna cum already.”

The words tumble out of him without filter and it makes you snort mid-way in making him shimmy out of his shorts, cock springing up to his tummy that he feels almost embarrassed under your watchful gaze.

“Save it,” you stifle giggles at his candidness but it became his turn to stop breathing when you sit on his thighs, eyes wide in realization that the two of you are so close and the fact alone makes him want to explode.

Jungkook's vow of speechlessness becomes void the moment your hand pumps his desperately pink and throbbing member, mewling into your kiss that makes his eyes squint in pleasure.

His hands dig into your hips and you relish with the way he kneads it like he's learned how to when he massages your neck when you're buried in schoolwork and it's the only thing he could do to help you out because you're in your senior year and he has no clue when he squints at your textbooks. There's eager intention with how he kneads the flesh, his neatly-trimmed nails leaving marks when you squeeze his cock a little too tight.

“I’m not gonna hurt you, am I? I read somewhere that it can hurt sometimes.”

Jungkook speaks the moment he feels you slowing down with your ministrations, figuring out that this is the part when it actually happens and it makes you smile unexpectedly.

He's humble and there's no cockiness behind it (even if next time you want him to own up just rightfully), just full of worry in theory and soon in practice because after all, you are his first.

“You’re big, Jungkook,” you mumble to his lips and he doesn't know how to take what you've just said, the worry leaving his face when you press your lips to him to calm his worries. “But it’s okay. It’s just gonna be a bit of a stretch for me, while it’s gonna be tight for you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you,” he's looking up at you with innocent eyes and the intimacy in it almost knocks you out of breath, a chuckle leaving your lips.

“You’re not,” you assure him sincerely, the thought of having it otherwise next time making your tongue poke your cheek in thought, shaking the thought away in the meantime as you runs your hands down his arms. “If it makes you feel better, you can stretch me out first.”

“Yes please.”

Jungkook nods and eagerly heeds your suggestion to satisfy his qualms, licking his lips when he looks down at you because you're practically dripping and he could feel the wetness sticking into his inner thighs.

He feels your lips on his neck as you let him get lost looking at your pussy, his breathing evidently getting heavy until you let him fuck you with his eyes enough, disrupting the static in his head.

“There. Put a finger in me.”

Jungkook's eyes widen at the bluntness of your words, his hand brushing accidentally to your inner thigh that it makes you exhale loudly. “I just put it in?”

The comical gaze he's fixed on you makes you snicker, humming a tune while he barely blinks.

“Well you fuck with me it for awhile, but yes, Koo. You put it in me as the first step.”

Jungkook blushes and he avoids mulling over the stupid question he's just asked that should've been rhetoric by now because for fuck's sake, the last time the two of you were in bed, he did eat the cum out of you while you were still in your shorts.

He wastes no time and inserts his finger into your dripping hole, seeing his finger disappear seamlessly, engulfed in your tight warm walls that the sight makes the lump in his throat hard to swallow.

The intrusion of his middle finger as he plunges the entirety of it makes you throw your head back at the sensation you haven't quite achieved in the past few months by yourself, clenching around the digit in bliss.

“B-but you’re so tight."

He stutters when you clench around his finger once more, experimenting in pulling it out until only the tip of his digit is in you and plunges it back again, a heedy moan escaping you with no remorse. “Fuck.”

You lift your hips to sink down on his finger and it makes him realize that he's sat frozen at the thought of how your pussy is so tight and he finds it overwhelmingly pleasurable even if it's just his finger in you, finding it within him to come to his senses and thrust it upwards when you didn’t expect it.

“Imagine it’s your cock in me,” you mutter in between moans when he experiments with ramming his digit into you faster, withdrawing a fucked-out whine when he unintentionally hooks it upward. “Feels like this but it’s much much better.”

Jungkook whines from your words alone because the thought itself makes him salivate, adding another digit into your pussy as he looks down to how it stretches and accommodates them snuggle, pointing them curved inwards that you instantly rub yourself around his fingers in small circles.

He keeps focused as he tries to draw more of the sounds you give him, egging him on to fuck you harder with his fingers because the way you moan his name is a reward within itself.

“You ready?”

In his selfless attempt at pleasuring you, Jungkook didn't realize that your hand's holding his wrist in place to keep it still, not even sure at all if he's made you cum already because his head's clouded with pleasure from giving you your own.

His eyes are dilated and focused entirely on you, watching your every move as you ease off from his fingers, holding his digits like he's never seen them before and sees them glistening with your essence — and Jungkook finds himself popping them into his mouth, moaning in ecstasy at a full taste of you.

The sight's enough to make your eyes widen, clenching around nothing when you see your boyfriend lapping up at his fingers to taste every last bit of you as if you aren't in front of him.

“You’re too precious,” you kiss the corner of his mouth that’s glossy with the taste of you and he hums in contentment with it, eyes shifting open when you pull away and you stand up from your seat on his thighs.

“Where are you going?”

He doesn't hide the panic in his voice at all and you want him to get rid of it entirely because you're not going anywhere, looking back at him as he gets back to his sense on how you're literally just five feet away from him.

“This is the part where you come with me,” you nudge him with a tilt of your head, a blush dusting his cheeks because he panicked for no reason. He stands up attentively, walking to where you stand right beside the chair you've just stood up on minutes ago. “Sit.”

Jungkook doesn't complain but he finds himself confused while he complies either way, looking back to the bed that he thought would be in use just like all the prior knowledge he's seen in the media he's consumed.

“I’ll ride you first,” you say and he effectively catches his attention, head whipping up to you. “Told you I was gonna take care of you, right?”

It's only then that it clicks in Jungkook's mind that he's sitting on a chair in front of the mirror because you're gonna ride him, the dots connecting as he's never realized that his impromptu request of you taking his virginity would end up in front of the very thing that got him coming over to your dorm today in the first place.

He's excited and he can't understand why you can't just ride him right now, your eyes flickering as if you're looking for something that he just now realizes.

“Are you looking for a condom?”

“Yeah,” you nod with amused eyes, pleasantly surprised that Jungkook noticed your silent search and even more surprised when he pipes up right after.

“I have one.”

“Since when did you carry around condoms?”

The giggle leaves you before you even realize it and Jungkook doesn't even flinch, the words leaving him determinedly and seriously that it makes him smile at the end of it.

“Since you gave me a blowjob.”

He watches your face register confusion until it turns into genuine laughter, making his mouth drop open in faux offense because you seem to not believe him. “I’m not kidding! I thought I should be ready at any moment after that.”

"You're insufferable. Where is it?"

His own chest rises in laughter when you speak in between peals of giggles, pointing to the pocket of his shorts as you walk to retrieve them.

“I went home hard that night because I literally couldn’t stop thinking. A-and I made Jimin drive me to the grocery as soon as I got home,” he winces in recollection and it makes you throw your head back when you come back to standing beside him, holding a silver packet between your fingers that his eyes glint at.

“No you did not,” you gasp in shock for what he probably made Jimin go through, although not entirely surprised because he's told you countless times that his roommate acts as a brazen older brother for him.

“I made him buy me my condoms because I was too shy to do it myself.”

“What a friend Jimin is.”

You chuckle as you put your leg over Jungkook's, getting acquainted his thighs and dangerously near his cock that it makes his reply weaken in anticipation while you're still dazed in laughter.

“You should hear when he asked me my size and I didn’t know how to determine it.”

“Oh my god,” you remark once you visualize the scene of Jimin asking your boyfriend his size in condoms, the laughter dying down as Jungkook's chest is frozen still. “I’ll kiss him on the cheek next time that I see him because he’s a saint.”

“Now don’t do that.”

He scoffs at the tiny reminder you set for yourself, rolling his eyes that later narrow when he sees a long line of your spit droop down to his member that already so wet, already slick and leaking even if you've barely done anything.

He watches you tear the packaging with nimble fingers and it reminds him how he's just practically seconds away of feeling and filling you, watching you pinch the tip of the condom before snugly fitting it on his cock.

“You take care of me so good.”

Jungkook mumbles and he says it not because you've just put on a condom for him, but because he feels the thought flash in neon lights on his head and he feels compelled to say nothing but the truth.

You kiss him on the lips for it, his eyes shutting close in sweetness when you press one more peck before pulling away.

“Tell me when it gets too much for you.”

Jungkook could never anticipate the sheer euphoria he feels at the back of his spine when you sink yourself on him achingly slow, head thrown back at the gush of newfound tightness.

His tip prods in you and once he looks down to see where your pussy stretches around him, it makes his eyes roll back sinfully, mouth parted open.

“So fucking tight.”

You sink down completely on him and that's when you feel the fullness of him that you've been craving for, stretching you into a pleasurable ache that could only be fixed as you have more of him into your pussy.

“You fill me up so good.”

“Oh my god,” Jungkook moans as he feels you on the hilt of his cock, unconsciously bucking up as he maxes out his length into your pussy that makes you shudder.

“That’s the spot, baby,” you whine at his pulsating length and he mewls attentively at the return of your endearment for him, wanting to milk out your sounds as much as he could at the moment.

He's stuck on how to do because he's sure he could just sit here and cum from your warmth alone, his thoughts being interrupted when you whisper to his ears in a definite tone.

“Sit pretty while I fuck myself on you.”

You suddenly bounce on his cock and Jungkook’s tummy clenches at the feeling of you and it shows with how he moans pornographically, your warm walls clenching around him for an even tighter fit that it suffocates him in the best way possible.

His balls feel full and Jungkook has his arms around your naked waist tightly and possessively, almost as if you’d slip away when you’re holding onto his shoulders just as tight.

“You love that? Love it when I bounce up and down your cock?”

Your voice is desperately on-edge and has the slightest hint of a mock, making your boyfriend's stomach tighten as he hits an intimately soft part inside you that makes you moan just as instantly, his closer position of him leaning against his chair making his cock graze your g-spot.

“I love it so much please.”

Jungkook's overwhelmed with pleasure but it's just not enough because he wants all of it, adjusting his grip on you in a way that he can easily lift you from underneath your thighs, bouncing you down even harder as he watches your pussy embrace him completely.

His neediness rubs a part of your ego you didn't even know you possessed, sucking a hickey on his neck and he obediently gives your more access, his eyes shut close in ecstasy.

Jungkook looks beautiful underneath you as you fuck yourself onto him but it's just not enough for you, wanting to see him in entirety.

“Open your eyes, baby,” you graze your nails on the length of his spine that makes him whine in sensitivity, eyes bursting open. You briefly stop riding him that it makes him whine at the loss of contact, bending backwards to grab his glasses that's perched on your vanity. “Wear your glasses for me.”

He blinks at your through thick lashes when you put them on him, holding by the chin to kiss his jaw as you make him look at the mirror behind you, the reflection of you turned against it while he's facing the glass, legs open and cock inside you as he realizes that he gets to see the entirety of you in this way.

“Look at how pretty you are while you’re fucking me.”

It's the last thing he hears before you bounce on his cock harder than you ever did, throwing your hips circling around him into the mix that it pushes him closer to his impending climax.

“Moaning for me prettily too. Aren’t you a treat, hm?”

Jungkook's vocal and it's never been lost on you that he tells you exactly how he feels, no shame in being loud because it's exactly what you make him feel.

His eyes are open and his eyebrows are raised in bliss, mouth parting open as you leave open-mouthed kisses on his neck that makes him whine even harder.

His eyeglasses were barely at the brim of fogging but now they're slightly frosted, making you wipe at them in hurry to see how your boyfriend's eyes are fixed on nothing but you at the moment but that's when you see — the whole reason why they were starting to fog up anyways.

“Are you crying?” you wipe on his tears from underneath his glasses and you slow down your pace, whining in place when he pinches your ass before ramming into you from his position below because you stopped moving.

“I’m crying because you make me feel so good.”

Jungkook admits immediately and he only became conscious of the tears on his cheeks when you pointed it out, unaware of them altogether because he's so stuck in his cloud of pleasure that nothing else mattered besides you and the high you give him.

You grind on him as soon as he bottoms out, keeping yourself pressed to him that drawls a needy stutter of your name in an instant.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-“ he rams extra harder into you and grinds his hips in in small circles, “-cum! I’m gonna fucking-“

Jungkook moans the loudest you've ever heard from him as he shoots his release into the condom, feeling you riding out his high that makes him sound even more guttural.

He cums loads, knowing that he has it in him that his own high gives you your own not shortly after, the extra warmth enveloping his member that makes him whine in overstimulation.

He's sweaty with his head tilted back in the chair, his hair damp and his neck wet as he hears you chuckle, snapping him back to reality as he pulls you to his sweaty chest while he’s still inside of you.

“Hmm, are you okay? Do you want some water?” you check up on him amidst being in quite of a pant yourself. “I have some Gatorade in the fridge, I think. It’s for my next game but you can have it.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, pinching your side at the sound of you teasing him as you've literally just finished giving him his first and most mind-blowing orgasm he's ever had.

“Again?”

He toothily grins as he exhales, making you roll your eyes while he waits in patience.

“Catch your breath first, Jungkook.”

“I am, I am! Give me like two minutes and after that, we can fuck again, right?”

The transparent anticipation on his tone makes you coo at him, scratching his hair that makes him hum in contentment.

“Do you have any more condoms?”

What was supposed to be an innocent and genuine question makes Jungkook suddenly straighten up on his seat, almost making you fall backwards if he hadn't secured a hand on the small of your back.

His eyes widen comically, his cheeks reddening in recollection.

“When Jimin drove me to the grocery that night I uh, I used my debit card because all the bills I had were too big for the regular packs.”

“Jungkook...” you mumble his name and then could he hear the tone that basically inquired him on what the hell did he do, making him sheepishly look at the ceiling to avoid your gaze.

“A-and I didn’t want the cashier to hate me, nor Jimin because I made him buy them, because it was night and the cash registers were already probably collected and they didn’t have change.”

“Jungkook, oh my god...”

You should’ve noticed the way Jungkook’s backpack crinkles, or why the front pocket must be bulging even if he explains that he barely puts stuff in it because it's easily the most stealable portion of anyone's bag.

It explains why Jin once thought that he was hiding a tinfoil lunch in there one time when he walked into your dorm, not finding any reason for him to pack a lunch when you automatically make an extra portion for him when he comes over.

You make Jungkook look at you and his cheeks are bulging as he tries to hide the laughter from seeing you look beyond shocked at him, knowing that your boyfriend's considerate but not to this level.

“I bought a whole tray.”

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and at last here it is!! stem koo's first time :D we've finally come to this peak besties omg if you've been here sometime when the chronological series was on-going, you'd know how this moment is ultimately monumental <3

as always, lmk what you think!! i love answering asks :D what do you want to see from the lunchbox lovers next? send them here <3

[strawberrymeriadoc]

Train ride to Pelargir

Merry looked out over the golden fields of wheat that rushed past him. The sky was bright and there wasn’t a single cloud. He could see the tall, gagged peaks of the Ephel Duath in the distance with their bare, dark gray rock faces. Before the mountains stood foothills of green, blue, and purple like sea glass. 

Merry turned to the view in front of him: a hobbit with curly, blond hair resting his head against the window with his knees up to his chest and his feet on the chair. He was fast asleep.  Merry smiled to himself--he was so glad Pippin was here. Even if he was asleep and missing the amazing views out the window. 

I might just fall asleep too, he thought. But it was no use. Merry could never seem to fall asleep during the day or in strange places. He envied his friend. After a 15-minute nap attempt, Merry gave up and decided to get coffee from the dining car. He worried a little about leaving Pippin alone, so he locked their compartment door behind him.  

The train ride was smooth so Merry had no trouble walking down the narrow aisles and after two cars, he made it to the dining car. There were a few dwarves seated at a table together all leaning over to look at something and speaking animatedly about it. Merry walked up to the counter (that came up to above eye level). A woman behind the counter was finishing up a dwarf woman’s order. Finally she turned to Merry.

“What would you like my good halfling?” she asked. Merry suppressed the annoyance he felt at being called by that name for hobbits.

“One coffee, please”

“Sure thing, ma’am”

Ughhh this is just too much, Merry groaned internally. As the woman turned away, he worried about what it was about him that had made him be gendered incorrectly. He settled on his voice or possibly the fact that he had been smiling. Neither of which he was interested in changing by force anytime soon. He found it really disturbing that frowning allowed him to pass more easily in his experience.

“Here you go, ma’am,” the woman said, handing him a small cup. 

“Thank you” Merry strained to say. 

As Merry walked by the table of dwarves to head back to his car, he couldn’t help but glance at what they were all excited or arguing about (he wasn’t quite sure as there didn’t seem to be a big difference between the two for dwarves). There on the table was a large, yellowed paper with drawings and sprawling black writing. It was in a script that he did not know, though he guessed it must be some sort of Dwarvish tongue. A map? Merry thought excited and then looked away suddenly, realizing it was rude to pry into their business. But it was too late, the dwarves had seen the sparkle in his eye as he had looked over. 

“Can we help you then young master hobbit?” 

“Oh! Terribly sorry!” Merry sputtered uselessly. “I was just...admiring your...uh...map!”

This caused all six dwarves to laugh uproariously  

“Interested in an adventure are you, lad?” asked a dwarf with a grey beard who seemed to be the eldest of the party. 

~~~~~~

Pippin woke up with a jolt. Where am I, he asked himself. A moment of looking around the compartment and out at the landscape speeding by told him that he was on a train. Finally Pippin remembered that he and Merry were on a trip to Pelargir--a city to the southwest of Minas Tirith in Gondor and along the same River Anduin.  But where’s Merry, he wondered. 

Merry often went for walks late at night on his own in Minas Tirith. Maybe he was walking on his own on the train. Pippin looked out the window. The glittering of the water of the Anduin caught his eye. It was just beyond an expanse of golden wheat fields. Pippin thought about cracking open the book he had brought, but didn’t think he had the patience for it. And besides, he wanted to find his friend. 

Pippin walked down to the very front of the train. He saw several Men on the way. They were reading, looking out the windows, and talking amongst themselves. A few gave him wary looks, probably because he was one of the only hobbits they had ever seen. Pippin didn’t let it bother him. Once he made it to the entrance to the conductor’s car, he turned around. Well he’s not here, he thought. He decided to make his way now to the back of the train.

~~~~~~

 Merry was struggling to come up with a response to the dwarf. He loved adventures. Of course he did. In fact, he was already on an adventure with Pippin. But dwarvish adventures were a different matter entirely. 

“What is the adventure?” is what came out of his mouth. 

“Well, we are going to South Gondor to do an archeological dig. We are looking for the remains of an ancient dwarvish kingdom that was once there but today it is buried under sand and brush. But mostly...” he leaned in for effect, “we are looking for a lost treasure.”

“Treasure?!” 

“Aye. It is said that Queen Noli was buried with an incredible treasure. The most spectacular piece we hope to find is a golden turtle adorned with emeralds.” Another dwarf reached into their pocket and produced an old paper with a drawing of the gold and emerald turtle. Merry considered this all for a moment. 

“That all sounds very interesting,” he said “but my friend and I are on our way to Pelargir for the weekend. Besides...I’m not sure how useful two hobbits would be on such an adventure and-” 

Just then Pippin burst through the dining car door. 

“There you are!” Pippin called.

“Oh hi, Pip! I’m so sorry, I got you this tea and then it’s probably getting cold. Let’s go back to our room so you can have it…”

“What?”

Merry turned back to the party. “Thank you for the invite, but I really best be going. I wish you luck!” And with that Merry herded Pippin out the car. 

“What on Middle Earth was that about?” Pippin demanded quietly. 

“Dwarves trying to get me to go on a treasure hunt”

“A treasure hunt?! And you didn’t want to go?”

“Well no I…I mean we can’t just drop everything and go.” Can we?

Pippin crossed his arms and tried to think of something smart to say. They walked quickly and made it back to their room. As soon as they sat down, Pippin grabbed Merry’s cup and took a drink. 

“Pippin! No!”

Pippin recoiled from the cup. “This isn’t tea, Merry”

“I know I know. It’s actually coffee for me”

“But you said-”

“I’m sorry, I panicked”

Pippin scoffed. “Well now I want tea. And I think you owe it to me to go get some.” Merry thought Pippin was right but at the same time he thought he was being bratty. Merry wanted to go get him some tea, but he really didn’t like the idea of running into the dwarves again especially after such a narrow escape with a flimsy premise. 

“I’m really sorry. I’d like to but I’m not up for that. I don’t want to run into the dwarves again”, Merry said unhappily. Pippin looked at his friend and his face softened. “That’s alright. I was mostly kidding anyway. But really, Merry, how do you drink this stuff?” 

“I could ask you the same question about tea,” Merry laughed. Pippin handed the coffee back and turned to look out the window again. By now the train was more closely following the Anduin. There were vineyards where the wheat fields had been which meant the train was about half-way to Pelargir. 

Merry was gratefully taking his first sips of the coffee. It wasn’t exactly high-end stuff having been made on the train, but he didn’t mind since the warmth and the fragrant aroma were enough to lift his spirits. Besides, he had put plenty of cream and sugar in there as well and that always made things more tasty. Merry regarded his traveling companion. 

“Would you have said yes if they’d asked you?”

“I certainly would have been interested. But really...a treasure hunt? Sounds too good to be true.” 

“Yeah, I kind of thought the same thing. And anyways,” he caught Pippin’s eye and smiled “I’d rather have my own adventure with a very good friend”

“Oh yeah, and whose that?” Pippin said pouting. 

“You, silly”

“Oh”

The two laughed.

[sweet-xoxo-thatcares]

I took 3 painkillers today, and I still feel the burn from yesterday and earlier this morning from when I was listening to Reba.

Feels like a crow, who I thought meant restart, fresh new beginnings was gonna be my friend, my partner, cause she's seen death like me before.

But no, love.

Her brutal past steals creeps up on her and she was looking for somebody still dead.

I'm alive, but sometimes my legs don't wanna get out of bed and live. And not even a mere country song can help me get out of bed and face seeing my grandmother if I was to go back to her hometown today. Seeing her makes me shake, my shadows from the past, makes me weak. I wish I was dead, so I didn't have to feel any pain anymore.

Or want to feel a high, that causes me pain and grief later. I worry I might take the last shipment of morphine they gave my grandmother right before she passed and take a droplet of it myself.

Knowing that death could happen if I went too close. Over the edge. Over the bottom of what they recommended her to go to sleep. Numb her down, so she didn't have to feel anything as the cancer ate her alive. I've never been in pain like that and I never want to fall in love again.

If it makes me this mad, this angry, this crazy, this selfish, this careless, this delusional person who believes every single thing, big or small, that that person says to me while they try to use me for sex, have their way with telling me how I should spend my life, my time, throw away my hard earned money for them to survive off of me and I should take them away from their struggles and treat them like a grown woman who lives like a child. Doesn't wanna clean up after themselves, doesn't want kids, doesn't have a job, doesn't want a job, wants to just be a stay at home bitch, who gets to sleep all day, play video games and not do shit. take your selfish ass someplace else cause i will not mourn over someone who isn't worthy. But worries me because you remind me wayyyyy tooo much of how my ex still sounded as she talked to me about how it was to be traumatized and wanted someone to take take care of them like a mom. I'm not your mom and I'm not your dad. I wouldn't dare hurt another child physically or emotionally or even mentally cause I TOLD YOU I KNOW HOW THAT FEEEEELLLLSSSS

WHY WOULD I DO THE SAME THING TO YOU THAT I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS SCARED ABOUT YOU DOING TO ME.

YOU NEGLECTED ME WITHOUT EVER TRUSTING THAT I WOULD NEVER HURT YOU THE SAME WAY YOUR FAMILY HAD DONE YOU WRONG

AND I DIDN'T TRUST THAT YOU WOULD BE ABLE TO TAKE CARE OF ME THE SAME WAY I USED TO LAY DOWN IN JAY'S LAP.

But I never wanted you to push me off the way that she did. But you did it anyway.

You hurt me by pushing me away the exact same way that she did to me and it broke me.

You hit me right in the same spot. I never expected you to do that. Cause you were wayyy nicer to me. We talked all day together and you even stayed on the phone with me during video chat all night, even as we fell asleep. I've never been so happy to have seen such dedication to be so emotionally intimate with someone and I was even reconsidering pushing my 1 yr of dating requirement before moving in, to maybe a month or 6 days. Cause I wondered, was I tripping because I was gay or am I the person doing something wrong I know I should rethink about

Cause you was like riding a motorcycle. Your head wasn't all the way straight or safe to say, but you sure as hell felt safe enough to leave my stuff with at home for a while. I don't know why it happened like that so easily but it was cause your door was open. And you were emotionally available without any catches. I didn't have to suck your dick. I didn't know if you had q gun or still did drugs, you told me everything straight up. You even asked all my questions when I was sure that yo ass was scamming me because there's no way in hell somebody would leave their home to come live with me and stay my girlfriend and not just stay, but cook for me sometimes, take care of me if I was emotionally distraught from work, you were here and that's what made it great. I talk to you whenever and not be judged for asking you hey hru or feel isolated like Jay made me feel because they always made me feel bad by being rude, mean, nasty disrespectful just for asking them "hey hru" when they were at work. And Mike was silly, when I mentioned going to some beach park that we could go to, he said you know I'm not gonna have as much free time, so I'm gonna be busy alot more." Like he was basically trying to let me down with a no, like damn I can't plan a day trip for us to go to one weekend? And you're so called on date 2 and you wanna date me seriously?

I hate that I miss Athena. But I miss the titanic saving me. I miss all the free time, texting, talking, and calling. The movie nights, the bdsm, the sex, the rough play, the birthday sex. The part where we say I love you and we have beautiful romantic sex together cause I never got it yet even as a virgin and with my 1st actual boyfriend or my actual 1st girlfriend, but 2nd relationship.

Nobody's

Nobody 's Giving Me real love, real show of effort, real time, quality time, and I'm sick of crying over low effort bitches who act like they can't afford to care about the person their planning to fall in love with and invest their time into long term. I'm tired of fake bitches who give me what I ask for and look for, really having Me attach to them. Then leave me hanging.

Like that bitch basically ghosted me and I can't stand to understand why was it so easy for me to fall for it and invest my heart into her just so I could come back down to reality for my head to say "I told you so"

Ughhh fuck my life. And fuck you Jay,Ayunna, Athena Charles, Terrell, Tatyana, and Mike.

I hate you all.

Thanks for making me nuts. Thanks for making me numb, love bombing me, and leaving me dry.

[xxfanficnationxx]

Lacuna// Teen wolf Rewrite

Wolf Moon Part 2

Part 1 

Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (Eventually)

Warnings: none really 

A/N: I really love to put visuals, its my favorite part of writing. But if it gets too annoying then ill stop. I’m trying to make the reader as bad-ass as possible. I really wanted her to be extroverted and forward, basically the opposite of me. Hope you enjoy!

You awoke early, 30 mins before your alarm. The events from last night still fresh in your mind. It’s time for school, so you began to get ready. Lucky for you, you had been planning your first day outfit for a while, it was laid on your dresser ready. Before you got ready, you went to check your bandage on your leg. It was almost soaked but dry with blood, it looked like it was even turning black. But then… you removed it, and the bite was gone. Completely gone. ‘Did I imagine it all?’ 

You heard keys clinking and steps coming up the stairs. “Knock knock, sleepy head” your aunt began to open the door. You quickly grabbed the bandage and tucked it under the sheets. Thank god it was dried blood. “Oh!” She exclaimed “You’re awake. That’s surprising. You excited to go to school! Make some friends?” She started to dance to you, sitting next to you and poking your sides. Even though she worked a full night shift. She still had so much energy. 

“Ughhh” you groan, falling back into your bed and pulling your pillow up to your face to block her out. “No! No new friends. Just get through the rest of high school.” She stands and starts to walk out. Chuckling to herself lightly. 

“Okay, okay. Well. Get ready! And let me know when we need to go.” She walks out and shuts your door. 

You grabbed the outfit and made your way to the bathroom to do your makeup and hair. You put on your outfit and stare in the mirror. 

You actually look good, taking into consideration how you feel. 

Your aunt dropped you off a little later than the other kids because the principal wanted to meet with you beforehand. You walked onto the walkway leading to the front doors of the school, you saw a girl digging through her bag on the phone with someone. Then a man came walking towards the both of you. 

“Sorry to keep you two girls waiting” she looks up at him then to you. “Allison, this is Y/n.Y/n this is Allison.” She holds out her hand. 

“Nice to meet you.” A gorgeous smile graced upon her lips. 

“Nice to meet you too!” You reply, a bright smile as well. 

“So y/n you from Seattle?” The man states as he walks towards the door. 

“Yes I am, but I lived here before. Years and years ago.” You smile 

“Oh yes, and Allison San Francisco isn’t where you grew up?” He asks as he opens the door. 

“No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family.” She replies. Already peaking your interest 

“Well hopefully beacon hills will be your last stop for a while. Both of you.” He turns his head and looks at you. You smile, nodding your head. He opens a door leading you both in. “Class these are your new students, Allison Argent and Y/n Y/l/n. Please do your best to make them feel welcome.” He exits the room. And you see a seat open by the window. Allison lowers her head and walks to another seat, a boy turning and giving her a pen. She gives him a puzzled look before smiling and saying “Thanks.” 

You sit down setting your stuff down and preparing to highlight the hell of the syllabus. “Well begin with Kafka’s Metamorphosis on page 133.” The teacher says. 

You feel a tap on your shoulder so you turn slightly. “Hi, you said your name was Y/n” you nod feeling slightly uncomfortable. “Did you live here before? My names Stiles.” You lightly gasp as you start to recognize his features. 

“Yes, yes I did live here, umm hi Stiles. I don’t know if you remember me. I mean hell I barely remember you.” You smile. 

“Ms. Y/l/n, please turn around.” You slowly turn to pay attention. Slightly red in the cheeks for already getting called out. 

You feel the boy behind you start to sit up and whispers “I remember the name.” You smile. Still looking forward. Happy he remembers. Even if it’s only slightly. 

The bell rings, finally school ended and you see Allison up at her locker. You decide that it might be easier to be new girls together then apart. “Hi!” She jumps a little you start to say sorry but she stops you.

“Y/n! I’m sorry for being so jumpy! Just a little bit overwhelmed.” She opens her locker pacing her binder in it. 

“Tell me about it” you laugh a little. “So I was thinking you know, it’s probably better being new girls together rather than a-“ some redhead walks up and interrupts you. 

“That jacket is absolutely killer. Where’d you get it” you can tell Allison is a bit uncomfortable. She gives you soft look and looks back at the girl. 

“My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco.” She nods slightly

The redhead looks at you. “And that outfit, I can tell I have some competition this year” She laughs. Points at both Allison and you and says “and you two are my new best friends.” 

At this point some boy comes up the her and starts sucking her face. You didn’t even know this girls name, at least you can tell your aunt you already made friends. You jerk your head a bit when you hear a girls voice loud and clear in your ear “can somebody tell me how new girls are here all of five minuets, and they’re already hanging out with Lydia’s clique?” You look away, trying not to make it obvious you can hear their conversation clearly. How strange. 

Another voice comes through. You recognize it as Stiles from earlier. “Because they’re hot. Beautiful people herd together.” You blush a little bit. “Scott you see that one girl. Yeah I think that’s y/n from when we were you-“ your focus is cut off from their conversation as Lydia starts to talk about a party this weekend. 

“Yeah Friday night, you should come.” Jackson says looking at you and Allison like we would be insane if we didn’t go. Allison begins making excuses of not going. But honestly to you, it seems fun. 

“Yeah sure totally I’ll go.” Lydia, as you now know because of that one girl from earlier, looks up at you and smiles

“Everyone’s going after the scrimmage” Jackson says. 

“You mean football?” Allison asks. 

“Footballs a joke in beacon.” Jackson laughs “the sport here is lacrosse” interesting. Seattle was all about football. “We’ve won state championship for the past three years.” 

Lydia goes on about how amazing Jackson is but you couldn’t stop thinking about how you could hear the other’s conversation a while ago. Was it just a Fluke. “Perfect. You’re coming” she grabs both Allison and your hands leading you to the field. You sit in between Allison and Lydia, really not excited about being there. You throw a quick text to your aunt about staying after school and that you’d just walk home, she was sleeping, but you liked to make sure she knew what was going on. 

You see stiles walk into the field with the same boy from first period. He didn’t see you, but you couldn’t help but stare. “Who is that” you hear Allison say. 

“Him?” Lydia replies. “I’m not sure who he is.” 

“Isn’t that Scott? Scott Mcall. Always hanging around Stiles?” You say. Making the connection. “We all used to be really good friends when we were young.“ you look away slightly red in the face. 

“He’s in our English class” she says. Then the refs whistle goes off. Scaring you a bit. It was loud. But you look to the field and notice Scott cowering and grabbing his ears just like you, only his seemed worse. You wondered for just a bit if he was experiencing the same thing you have been. 

Scott gets hit in the face and you flinch. That must have hurt. You see stiles in the corner of your eye shake his head. Just like that Scott started to catch balls perfectly. You hear stiles chirp with happiness. Making you smile, he really was goofy. 

“He seems like he’s pretty good!” Allison says. 

“Very good” Lydia replies. 

You start to zone out at this point. Staring at Stiles. He was jumping around like a maniac. He’s actually super cute, isn’t he.

After practice, you make the trek home. Smiling to yourself about how well today actually went. Then you realized something. The bite, it’s healed. So is your wrist. Could the hearing and sense of smell be some kind of response your brain is making to the bite! Is it rabies. Oh dear, I hope it’s not rabies. 

Your scrambled thoughts are interrupted by a car passing by. It’s a bright blue Jeep. It stops abruptly maybe 20 feet or so in front of you. You walk up, slightly worried you’re about to be kidnapped. As you get closer you can hear who's in there. 

“Let’s just pick her up. She walking all by herself. That’s not okay!” You recognized the voice of Scott. 

“Okay, but if she turns out to be some kind of serial killer, coming for revenge of all her childhood friends. I’m leaving you in the dust” Stiles says. You laugh a bit and walked the last 10 feet up to the window. 

“I promise I won’t kill you” You say in an ominous tone. 

“Ahh!” Stiles jumps and turns around. “Jesus, you heard that? How’d you hear that? You were like 20 feet away.” Scott look at you, head cocked a bit and squinted eyes. 

“You speak louder than you think.” You say with a chuckle. “So… a ride?” 

If you have any requests or just want someone to talk to, i’m here!

[madamslayyy]

Cake prt. 3 (Trevante Rhodes x Reader)

A/N: Whats up! Back with another weekly update!! Sorry I know I was supposed to post this yesterday but I really had to edit so it’s a day late. If you haven’t read Part 1 or 2 please catch up on the entire Dadvante! Series via my Masterlist

Disclaimer: Yeah I actually don’t know anything about Trevante Rhodes, his mother, or if he even has siblings. This is all fictionalized and no actual research about this man or his family was done prior to writing this.

Trevante:

Malik:

Diane (Malik’s Girlfriend):

Jaime (Trevante’s Brother):

Mama Leigh (Trevante’s Mother):

~*~

“You two spoil him.”

“Okay.”

“It’s too much responsibility for him.”

“He’s a good kid.”

“Yes, he is a good kid but this is too much.”

“Not too much for us. Financially it wouldn’t put us in a bad place so why would we ever limit our kid?”

“To keep him safe! What if he got in a car reck!?”

“He could get in one of those in the car with me. Or Tre. At least this way he’ll have his independence.”

“What if-

“Look, mom, I didn’t call to talk about his gift, I came to tell you that his birthday dinner is going to be this Tuesday and we’ve already picked a restaurant and a time.” You had been on the phone with your mother for only 10 minutes and she had already gotten on your nerves to no end.

“Oh you booked a restaurant? He’s having a party?” She asked.

“No it’s just a family dinner plus his girlfriend and that way he can have all the fun he wants with his friends when the weekend hits.” You said waving to your husband who just entered the house.

“Okay okay, me and your father will be there.” She said and you sighed in relief. Why did everything have to be pulling teeth with her?

“Thanks mom, Love you.”

“Love you too, bye.” You hung up and rubbed your eyes. Well at least that was over.

“They set for Tuesday?” Tre said coming out of the kitchen chomping on celery.

“Yeah, your folks?” You said getting up and wrapping your arms around his neck to hang on him.

“Yep, called them yesterday.”

“Great,” you said closing your eyes.

“You think we’re doing too much getting him a car?” You mumbled into his chest.

“Baby, we got him the safest car out there. And it’s electric so we’re saving the environment too. A lot of planning went into it, dont over think it right before the finish line.” He laughed and you immediately felt your mind go at ease. He always knew how to calm you down when you felt yourself getting worked up.

“Do 16 year old boys even like to drive Hydroelectric cars?’” you asked, cocking your head back to look at your man.

“It’s a brand new model fresh off the lot, he better love to drive it,” Tre chuckled. You leaned up to kiss him but could only reach his colorbone due to your height. He lifted you up, allowing you full access to his lips and neck. Right as you began gnawing at his jugular, the two of you paused at the sound of a growl coming from below. You both looked down to see Malik’s pit bull, Cujo, growling on the floor, warning Tre to put you down. He obliged and you bent over to gather the midsized pooch in your arms. He seemed to purr the second you picked him up and held him in your arms, his tail flailing back and forth with joy.

“Can’t believe he likes you best after you were the one against getting him.” Tre scoffed.

“He can recognize the leader of the pack, can’t he? Yes he can,” you cooed, cuddling the dog like a newborn baby even though Cujo was way past his puppy days.

~*~

Tuesday was here and you were exhausted. You’d been hearing it about one thing or another by your mother and Tre’s Mother since you got here. Tre’s little brother kept flirting with the waitress’ and you were about to kick him out. Malik and his girlfriend seemed to be enjoying themselves, feeding each other off their plates while the while Malik’s other friends teased them. Meanwhile your combined families seemed to find one thing or another to fuss about all throughout the evening.

“I’m just saying I don’t entirely agree with allowing him to go off so far for school. I know college is still two years away but he’s an only child.” Mama Leigh, Tre’s mother, said.

“He’ll be fine. We sent this one off the second she got that acceptance letter and she turned out just fine.” Your daddy said gesturing to you.

“Well not every case is the same, besides she-“

“Time for cake!” You said ending the conversation. The last thing you wanted was your parents and Tre’s getting into it. It seemed there was only one thing they could ever agree on and it was that they wanted more grand babies. You were not about to have that discussion again and was ready to just get the night over with. Plus, the sooner you served the cake meant the sooner you could get to presents.

One Birthday song, followed of course by the infamous Stevie Wonder version, later and it was finally time for gifts. You let Malik’s girlfriend give him her gift first, followed by Jaime, Tre’s mother, you and Tre’s more mundane gifts (sneakers, video games, etc.) when finally the only thing left was the grand finale.

“Alright is that everyone? Great! So Malik, me and your father have been doing a lot of thinking an-“

“Wait where is Dad? And Grandpa?” Malik asked and the room went silent. You knew where Tre was: pulling the car around and slapping the biggest bow on the hood imaginable, per your request of course.

“He’ll be back in a minute. As I was saying, we-“

“Um, Y/N-“ Tre said rushing back inside.

“One second-“

“This really can’t wait, we have a problem.”

“With the, um, thing?” You said trying to be discreet. You did have the entire room’s eyes on you.

“Um, yeah, you might wanna step outside real quick.” You could tell by the look on Tre’s face it was something bad. Real bad.

“Why don’t we all step outside!” Your mother said cheerfully.

“NO!” You and Tre said in unison.

“Watch your tone, you two. We’re going outside, that’s final. Come, Malik,” she said rising from her seat. Malik hopped up excitedly, the rest of the party getting up as well following him.

“Who’s in charge here?” You asked exasperated. You rushed out with your husband and your jaw immediately dropped to the floor.

Parked right next to you and Trevante’s gift to Malik was a brand new cherry red Dodge Charger complete with a fresh set of rims and neon lights illuminating the underside of the vehicle and the interior.

“What the-“

“Happy Birthday Malik!” Your parents chimed in unison tossing him the keys. Malik was having an absolute fit of excitement bouncing up and down while hugging his grandparents. He then ran over and hopped in the car, immediately revving the engine.

“B-But But we-“ you were in a complete state of shock as Trevante rubbed your lower back, trying to calm you down.

“I know, baby” Tre grumbled, kissing the said of your forehead.

“They stole our thunder,” you whined.

“Yep,”

“I didn’t even get to say my speech,” you said in a watery voice, the tears beginning to well in your eyes.

“Hey hey hey, it’s still the little man’s birthday, no tears where he can see em. You wanna go inside?” Tre asked cupping your face.

“No, no. I’ll be okay.” You composed yourself, while Tre rubbed your arms, effectively calming you down but you couldn’t deny you were hurt. Your mother knew you were getting him a car and she’d turned around and done this anyway. It was probably why she’d been so adamant about talking you out of it in the first place.

“Aye what’s this other car here with the bow?” One of Malik friends asked.

“Ughhh....?” Malik looked over to where you and Tre were standing.

“Suprise....” you said dully.

“It’s for me?” He asked, confused.

“Yeah, we see we weren’t the only ones with this gift idea,” Tre chuckled, tossing him the keys.

“Damn, Lik, yo folks got you two whips?! And both them bitches brand new? Oh y’all got MONEY money!” One of his friends exclaimed, clamping him on the shoulder.

“Forreal,” Diane smirked.

“I don’t know what to say....” Malik said looking at the keys.

“You don’t have to say anything, go take it for a spin,” Trevante winked and you elbowed his side.

“He doesn’t have his license yet,”

“He can go get it tomorrow, c’mon baby let him have some fun,” Tre smiled showing you all them pretty ass teeth and you knew you couldn’t say no.

~*~

Later on that night at home, you and Trevante were sipping wine in the kitchen while Malik was putting away the rest of his gifts that could actually fit inside the house. Tre was seated across from you, giving you a foot massage that was out of this world while you downed your second glass that night.

“You really think he enjoyed today?” You asked for what had to be the third time since the dinner party ended.

“Lil man had a blast. You saw him earlier, he couldn’t stop smiling the whole rest of the night,” Tre was right, of course, but you always needed the extra reassurance.

“I’m gonna kill my mother next time I see her,” you said mundanely. Just because you were happy your son enjoyed his birthday did not mean she was off the hook.

“Y/N...”

“Okay okay I’ll settle for never talking her again,” you took another swig of wine.

“Mom... Dad...,” Malik came down the stairs and entered the kitchen. You could tell by his pajamas and sleepy expression he was ready for bed. He was even wearing his new Yeezy’s Trevante had just gifted him, having already vowed earlier he was never gonna take them off.

“Lik Lik...” you reached for your son and he came and sat in your lap like when he was a little kid, only this time he was much heavier. Your feet were still sprawled across Trevante’s thighs so they were really the ones supporting this whole arrangement. He was strong enough to take it though. Hell he was strong enough to pick you, Malik and Cujo up if he wanted to.

“I came down to tell you guys thank you for the car, and my birthday in general,” he yawned, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Sometimes you didn’t know who was the bigger baby, him or Cujo.

“Your welcome. After all you only turn 16 once.” You smiled. “But you know you’re not keeping both those cars right?”

“Grandpa said legally you couldn’t make me choose,” Malik said, already half asleep.

“Whose the lawyer, me or Grandpa? Plus legally speaking, until your license is acquired and you’re insured, you’d be driving any vehicle unlawfully.” Your words fell on deaf ears as Malik was already fast asleep.

“Seems like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital,” Trevante said, looking at the two of you with nostalgia in his eyes.

“He’s growing like a weed,” you smiled and ruffled his hair. “A weed that’s getting pretty heavy, can you take him? And please remove those ridiculous shoes when you put him down.”

Trevante chuckled as he took his sleeping son from you and began carrying him to his room before stopping and turning at the base of the stairs.

“Aye, meet me in bed in five minutes.”

“What for?” You asked, stretching.

“You been working hard coordinating all this, thought I might show a little gratitude. Love on my baby,” he winked, heading back upstairs.

You had to pick your jaw up off the floor for the second time tonight. You poured yourself another glass of wine, knowing it was about to go straight to your nether regions which were already buzzing with excitement. You knew it was about to be a long night, because when Trevante was feeling a special type of grateful, he could eat it for hours. You found yourself humming as you strolled up the stair grinning ear from ear.

~*~

A/N: sorry I had planned on dropping this weeks ago but life kept getting in the way. Hope y’all enjoyed this and let me know what y’all think!

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✉ (for the trash in either timeline)

Send me a ‘✉’ for five times my muse didn’t text yours, and one time they did:

[text, unsent:] “ughhh sofia keeps trying to lecture me about safety and i love her a lot but its almost getting a little annoying??? like she keeps telling me she thinks im self destructive or something and that i NEED to calm down umm no??? its called LIVING shes just uptight :( ……. right?” 

[text, unsent:] “i wish i could give or find you enough of a reason to cut off your mom it really hurts to see you constantly down because of that horrid woman. but to that comes the whole deal of feeling dependent on someone doesnt it? you arent quite certain they deserve it but something keeps holding you back its a mess and a half”

[text, unsent:] “moan pkpl in this town im aft r supear nice?? two guys tried to qgive me a ride heom this evening but i couldnt understand their lasnugage and things would hivae mgotten lsuper awkward so i turned tuhem down :(( bles tehm” (aka they prob tried to kidnap him wow truly blessed)

[text, unsent:] “So, um, hello I know we haven’t spoken in ages as of now like what, eight months or something? I don’t think we have ever been silent for more than a month at a time and it feels pretty off, but I also can’t blame you for not wanting to contact me. I haven’t really tried to contact you either, after all, I have sort of… well, to cut it short I have been acting like an ass towards you and you deserve better than to get hit my some sort of attitude when all you ever do is care about me and my well-being. I guess I’m just writing this message because I miss you and I dare hope you’re better off than I am. I feel like I should have listened more than I did and I’m sorry I’m such a nuisance to you all the time, I quite frankly wouldn’t blame you if you chose to never talk to me again past this point. You already have a lot on your plate and I don’t want you to clean up another mess of mine which… is exactly why I shouldn’t be sending this shit off. I’m going to fix it myself, okay? Maybe once we get to the point of publishing this book Nik will be more willing to work with me rather than against me. I’ll try and talk you again once I reach that point, at least then I got something to show for it.” (bc how can i not pls dont hate me)

[text, unsent:] “is it bad that i almost wanna do one of those pacts with u when u like decide that if u havent gotten married in x years u just move in together or whatnot?? my love life is cursed marius :(( man i think im a little scared of being single and dying alone arent i”

[text, sent:] “heeeeeeeeeello!! just wanted to check and see if youd like to meet up this weekend?! i have some time to spare and i thought i could pass by berlin on my way to the next place its only for saturday tho but thats usually good enough for u right :)”

@alicemorganwrites

[shrimpcolour]

answer them all coward

take two after closing the tab when i was almost done w every question im gonna fucking lose my shit

angel; do you have a nickname?

people call me nicknames but i hate any variation of taylor

awe; how old are you?

16

baby; favorite color?

lilac

bloop; spirit animal?

kitten

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

Fahrenheit 451 im1 shes so man matchbox 20 

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

my lamby who i still sleep w everynight bc i am baby

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

getting told i can keep my cats

bright; mermaids or fairies?

fairies all the way

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

not so sure i do

buttercup; showers or baths?

shower

butterfly; dream destination?

anywhere outside of the us

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

no but i wish i was

calm; favorite scent?

vanilla

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

some fuckshit on the beach

charming; have you ever been in love?

yes

cozy; eye/hair color?

blue/brown

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

time is fake

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

hibiscus 

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

money  like a lot

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

my kitten lucifer but saying i own him sounds weird

cutsie; what makes you happy?

jillie

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

i cant remember

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

i want to be remembered as nice? kind? please . 

daylight; favorite album of all time?

kindly now by keaten henson

dear; zodiac sign?

scorpio

delightful; concerts or museums?

concerts but i love museums

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

yes but i didnt send it

dobby; dream job?

something that has to do w art

doll; how do you like to dress?

i like to dress in a cute button up and jeans but that doesnt happen

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

no but i wish so bad 

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

yes i want many tattoos and on my 18th im going w my dad to get one

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

fuck yeah

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

i love my sister so much she is my literal will to live she is so fukcing funny and happy and just UGHHH shoutout to kaylleee

fairy; do you have a pet?

yes i have two cats, boots and lucifer, and a dog named finn

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

ocean is where its at 

forever; where do you feel time stop?

the park near me at night

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

sadly not

garden; how many languages do you know?

one bc im weak

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

not tagging them but like . cmon . yk

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

that warm cozy library aesthetic ? i love that

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

i love them bc it gives me the opportunity to talk to ppl who are too scared to talk to me (please dont be scared of me)

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

my eyes my hair my sense of humor my friends my socks

heart; silk or lace?

silk

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

coffee w almond milk

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

people watching bc i like to give everyone a story in my head

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

melatonin LMAO

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

rainy and cold

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

sleep my life away

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

loud laugh baeby

kinky; do you blush easily?

i dont think so

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

that friends to lovers mutual pining takes a little bit to realize what they want is right in front of them i love that

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

1am-8am

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

keaten henson

love; what is your favorite season and why?

fall bc the weather and the holidays and my job ITS ALL TOO GOOD

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

i have never had a macaron but i love oreo iceceram

magic; what are five flaws you have?

i overthink AND underthink at the same time like what a dumbass bitch, i doubt myself, i am not so bright, i am too loud around ppl im comfortable with and i am selfish sometimes

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

i like all of them it depends on my mood

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

i dont really look? 

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

minecraft and sweatpants 

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

on minecraft or on here or just like . sitting

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

dont judge a book by its cover is so fucking cliche but like .  you gotta learn it

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

cook baeby

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

lazy oops

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

i played the flute when i was like 10

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

scream

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

strawberry/sweet pepper

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

“so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past”

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

my sister being born

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

the loss of all my friends bc im fucking stupid. thats the one. 

shine; art or music?

both 

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

they do

smitten; do you collect anything?

i collect disney pins

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

one? two?

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

kitkats

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

i do but i dont know what kind and idk where it is

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

i wear earrings  and a necklace sometimes

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

sunset

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

with head phones but too loud so you can probably hear it without

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

hannah montana baeby

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.  

my bed. it has so many blankets and its quiet bc of the AC and it has my favorite things

soothe; digital or vinyl?

digital

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

my best friend francesca like a lot 

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

loyalty 

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

practical? 

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

no i dont think ive ever completely opened up if im being honest

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

i do! i want two kids!

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

this is gonna sound so fucking dumb but i really look up to jenna mourey/jenna marbles

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

idk man im quite basic

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

im very loyal but i tend to hold a grudge so like . thats an issue

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

tina made me laugh shoutout to tina

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

night owl 

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

invisibility baeby

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

home home

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

no but i like doing it

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

messy oops

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

i like my town but i dont think i wanna lvie here

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

yes i have

[redvelvetreel]

Red Velvet Reel 10.2: Hiper-Billirubinado

[Fic Directory]

Pairing: [Married] Spicyhoney (Underfell Papyrus x Underswap Papyrus)

Summary: What could be more romantic than letting your SO sleep in and make them a delicious brunch spread?! Edge can actually think of a lot of things, but if Stretch really wants him to eat these chicken and waffle things, then its his husband’s good luck he married such an accomodating, nice guy. 

Characters: Stretch (Underswap Papyrus) & Edge (Underfell Papyrus)

Contains: Mpreg/Skelepreg! (Implied) Mood swings! Very eager to please Stretch and very confused Edge! Domestic Fluff! Cooking and cooking mishaps! 

Rating: Teen and up! (I guess?)

Note: Title based on the Juan Luis Guerra song “Me Sube la Billirubina.”

Oye, y me trastearon hasta el alma They even poked around my soul Con rayos equis y cirugía With x-rays and surgeries Y es que la ciencia no funciona And it turns out science just doesn’t work Sólo tus besos, vida mía Just your kisses, my life

It was mortifying to be sleeping in. Ever since he was a child, Edge had always been an early riser. There was always so much to do, he sometimes wished he didn’t have to sleep at all! He was the one who woke people up! It was wrong on a cosmic level for Stretch, the king of naps and drowsy lazing around, to be awake before him. To be productive while Edge was still sleeping!

He was still trying to rub sleep out of his sockets, slippers padding on the wood floors quietly, when he entered the kitchen.

“Papí, no me-“ Edge shook his head, trying to focus on his words, “Don’t let me sleep late-“

Edge froze, taking in the sight of his kitchen. Used dishes and bowls all along the counter and in the sink, every single spoon they owned had different types of food stuck to them, and there were half-opened, half-used ingredients all around. The milk didn’t even have a lid on it.

“Good morning!” Stretch was cheerful and energetic, bouncing over to give him a hug. He was wearing a chef’s hat and that stupid  ‘Grill Sergeant’ apron. Edge would have appreciated that gift more if Stretch hadn’t also crammed every other food related pun he could find on the rest of the fabric. On both sides. “Did you sleep well, sweetheart?”

“Good morning. Too well.” Edge sighed, trying to force the irritation down by closing his eyes and focusing on the feel of Stretch’s arms around him. “Wake me up when you wake up, Papí.”

“If you’re tired, you should sleep. You obviously need it.” Stretch sighed, discreetly trying to  feel his forehead. With his oven mitts on. Mamerto. “The weekend is the one time you can do it guilt free, so gotta take advantage, no?”

“No.” Edge leaned up on his tiptoes to give his husband a quick kiss, taking the oven mitts off in the process. With growing trepidation, he looked over at the bubbling pot on the stove, “What are you cooking? It smells...” It wasn’t necessarily appetizing, but it wasn’t bad either. “Oil? Is that oil?”

“Yup! Your nose knows!” Stretch gestured to the stove by sweeping his hand, and Edge pulled his husband’s arm back by the sleeve before he could hit the handle. If Stretch noticed, he didn’t comment on it. “I’m making brunch today, and I wanted to give you the best, most underrated combination ever: chicken and waffles!”

It took all of Edge’s willpower not to grimace, “Waffles?” He squirmed away from Stretch to peer into the bubbling pot, “Pancake waffles? Honey and sprinkle waffles?”

“Exactly!” Stretch playfully bumped him to the side with his hip, picking up a plate with raw, breaded chicken. Edge crushed a hand to his mouth to keep from saying anything as some of chicken fell into the pot with a splash, sending oil spilling onto his nice, clean stovetop. “Whoops. I’ll clean it up later, don’t worry.”

Edge already had a paper towel at the ready, trying to push past his husband, “Move. Let me clean that-”

“Nope, I’m good!” Stretch gestured to the table just through the doorway, which was positively covered in food. “Go ahead, take a seat and dig in!” He put his hands on the small of Edge’s back, gently pushing him forward.

“What-?!” Edge started to protest, but reluctantly let himself be exiled from his kitchen. There were a variety of foods he recognized on the table: cornbread, pancakes, grits (ugh,) bacon and scrambled eggs (ughhh.) And a few things he didn’t recognize- Wait. Edge picked up a misshapen green lump with melted cheese starting to ooze out the side. Cautiously, he broke off a piece to nibble on. It was too salty, but the taste was unmistakable.

“Are these Greempanadas?” He called over his shoulder, picking up the light brown glass in front of his plate. On closer inspection, it was oatmeal that was starting to coagulate. “And Coolada?”

“Well! They’re supposed to be- I did my very best, called Red and everything!” Stretch yelled over the sound of frying chicken, and the repetitive ding of the oven. It was a struggle for Edge not to go rushing in there to deal with it himself. “I mean, I looked around but you don’t have any of your Underfell recipes written down anywhere!”

“Why would you do that?” Edge asked the easy question instead, rolling the glass around in his hand. The oatmeal remained stuck in place. Stretch probably just used that instant oatmeal packet. Menso. “You could have just asked me. I would have been happy to make them for you-“

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise! And I wanted to try and make them for you!” Stretch finally turned the stove off, apparently done with the frying, and Edge let out a relieved breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. “Like how you learned to make grits for me, even though you don’t even like them!”

Ah. This was a guilt thing, then. Why? What had Stretch done that he needed to be forgiven? He wasn’t still going on about the other day, was he? Edge didn’t like surprises, especially the kind of surprises without a clear motive. Well, Stretch was a terrible liar, and his conscience would have him breaking soon. Edge could be patient.

“And Red told you to use this much salt?” Edge tried to nibble off a little more, but it was so salty. What had his brother been thinking?

The oven dinged one more time. “Sort of!” Stretch continued ranting from the kitchen, oblivious. “Your brother is super unhelpful! He was like, ‘Put as much salt as you want, but not too much!’ and ‘Just a little bit of sugar and a dash of pepper!’ And then he got all mad at me when I asked for clarification, all ‘You got a tongue, don’t’cha?!’ Ugh!”

Edge crushed a piece of the Greempanada on his plate, sprinkling the chunks around like crumbs. He wrapped four of them in a paper napkin, tucking them into his inventory for later disposal. “Yes, Red is the absolute worst.”

“Yes! Well, I mean-“ Stretch cleared his throat uncomfortably, backtracking immediately, “Maybe it’s very obvious for Fell monsters, but for Stretch monsters, it’s like he’s speaking to me in Flowey. Like, really angry, aggressive Flowey.”

Edge smiled despite himself, shaking his head fondly. Stretch made another sound of annoyance, “So, yeah, I tried. There were some other things he was telling me but I didn’t know what those were, so I substituted some stuff.”

Ah. That would explain the paprika. A moment later, Stretch came out with two plates exactly as advertised: fried chicken on a waffle covered in... something. He started to hand a plate over, before hesitating to fidget a little self-consciously, “I know I’m not as great a cook as you are, but... I hope you like it anyway.“

He put the plates down on the table with a sigh, smile anxious and strained, “This was one of my favorite things as a kid, so I wanted you to try it, ‘cause you’re always giving me all of this delicious things from Underfell-“ Stretch started worrying at his ring, “And I appreciate it, you know? I love your cooking and I love you, and I want you to feel as happy as I do when you share this kind of stuff with me, so I wanted to return the favor in a small way-“

Using the side of his fork, Edge cut off a piece of both chicken and waffle, swirling them in the sticky, brown sauce. Bracing himself, he carefully took a bite. The taste was... indescribable. He wouldn’t call it delicious- the sauce was too sweet for the chicken but too salty for the waffle- but he could feel the care that went into it. The love put into the dish went straight to his soul like a hug, and Edge could honestly look up and say, “It’s good.”

“Is it?!” Stretch was in his lap in a moment, arms tight around his chest as he knocked their skulls together, “Blue makes them with bourbon-maple glaze, but that has alcohol, and I didn’t wanna risk it. Yeah, yeah, cooking it makes the alcohol disappear but I’m not gonna take any chances with Pancake!”

Stretch was incredibly talkative today. Not enough to worry, not yet, but enough to definitely monitor. “Like, I want my kid to have this sometime too, but I figured it’d be better when they were born! Yeah, they can get some from symbiosis right now, maybe, but it’s not the same-“ Edge cut off another piece of the chicken and waffle, popping it into his husband’s mouth mid-explanation.

“Yes.” He agreed amicably, keeping his arm around his husband’s waist to keep him from fleeing. He put another piece of food against Stretch’s mouth before he finished swallowing the first, “I’m sure they’ll like it.”

Especially if it was one of the first things they tried, before they developed a firm sense of taste and could speak out against it. And Edge would have plenty of time to undo the damage before Pancake could develop their other father’s sweet tooth.

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[chubsjiminiie]

Bʀᴇᴀᴋ Mʏ Hᴇᴀʀᴛ 🌙

~тaeнyυng х reader

~ pt 33/35

~ i missed you

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4.5k words.. its a long one!

a/n: i didn’t think i would write tonight bc im kinda ughhh. depression sucks but guys i really love how this turned out. I hope its not confusing and you get it.

posts everyday at 9pm est

requests are open!

Your body felt tense and you couldn’t seem to relax. Seokjin always throws an end of the year party and its always the biggest party of the year. Which means double the sweaty college kids getting wasted, double the alcohol, and double the hype. Everyone had been talking about tonight for the last week since he announced when it’d be happening. If we’re being honest ever since your birthday you hadn’t partied on the weekends like you usually did. You assumed Taehyung still did but he had confirmed earlier today he was too focused on school.

Part of you was extremely proud of him for finally focusing on himself and taking care of the things he needed to. But the other part of you was still upset at him even if he was doing better. It was nice to know your best friend wasn’t going to fail his classes and he was able to pass. But it sucked to not know how the person who you had so many feelings for, had been for nearly a month. Secretly you hoped he was hurting, and that he was crying just like you had been the nights you missed him most. It may seem a bit dramatic to cry for him because you weren’t actually dating-- but he had your heart in his hands and he just smashed it to the ground without a care.

He was and still is a good guy. He always knew the right words to say to make you feel better and to let you know he cared. It was just- he was horrible in relationships, even before you guys were together. You knew he broke so many hearts, and he refused to really acknowledge that part of his little games; but you couldn’t help falling for him. He was beautiful, not just physically but mentally. His heart was so pure and it intrigued you that he wasn’t good with love. You always wondered why it was hard for him to fully fall in love and give all of himself to just one person. He seemed scared... but when he was with you those fears didn’t show up unlike the other times with different girls. Perhaps you were reading way too into it and it was just you assuming shit.

You shake your head trying to focus on the task at hand. A pile of necklaces tangled together lay on top of your kitchen island, you had no idea how they even got tangled in your jewelry box but you were trying to wear one of the necklaces involved in the mess. With every necklace you untangled you noticed one really thin, delicate necklace, it had been a gift Taehyung gave you the same year you met. The memory was so sweet and innocent, it was the day you realized you had feelings.

He had invited you out to the mall because to him you needed a break from the all stress school had brought you. At the mall you were walking around sharing a pretzel you had bought at the food court. There was stand in the middle of the mall pathways that was shining brighter than the others; it had bracelets, earrings, and beautiful necklaces. Ignoring whatever Tae had just said to you,  you walked right up to one of the glass cases and scanned it to see if anything caught your eye. In an instant this delicate white gold necklace with a tiny heart as a pendant caught your eye. The guy behind the counter asks you which one you like and you point to it, he takes it out and shows you the price tag. It wasn’t that expensive but it was more than what you had to spend for the month. Bills were to be paid that week and rent so you couldn’t spend more than $50.

You hadn’t noticed Taehyung standing next to you until he moved your hand so he could see the price tag too. He didn’t have much of a reaction and encouraged you to buy it without knowing your situation. You pout and tell him that you can’t afford it right now. Without even thinking about it he lets the guy know you’re getting it and asks to look at the mens necklaces. The guy pulled out a tray that held about ten necklaces, most weren’t worth looking at. Then one really caught both of your eyes, it was a lightweight, also white gold chain, without a pendant. He quickly pointed it out and asked if there were any pendants that he could choose from. The guy brought out the pendants and they were all so beautiful, and sparkly.

“‘I’ll get this one.” He says picking up a the first letter of your name.

“Yah, don’t!” You giggle thinking its joke.

He just smiles and lets the guy know that it’s all together. You hadn’t really put it together that he was buying you the necklace until you saw him pull his wallet out and you quickly stopped him.

He looked at you and smiled, “You give me so much let me return the favor.”

It was small gesture but his eyes lit up when you put it on right away and your heart warmed up. His smile made you melt inside and just want to turn into a puddle on the floor. From then on you kept the necklace and wore it every single day until one day Yoongi teased you about it saying you were probably falling in love with your best friend. From that day you’d only wear it time to time; Tae wore his necklace proudly even when the guys teased him he would said “So what?” He rarely took it off the first year of having it but then slowly he too stopped wearing his until you guys began “dating”.

You held out the necklace and looked at all its beauty. Wow you thought. It had been months since you last wore it. You put it back down gently and pick up the one you originally had in mind to wear. For some reason it didn’t seem to fit the outfit you wearing anymore and the white gold seemed to fit better. He won’t notice it anyways you think and put it on. Even with the hurt in your heart the necklace made you happy and filled you with love; you missed him. You didn’t want to. The guys were so good at keeping you from missing him because they were always around to distract you but it wasn’t enough sometimes. They were great and are your best friends too, but Taehyung held such a big part of your heart and it just didn’t feel the same to be with them than being with him.

Suddenly a knock comes from your front door and a ding from your phone. Without looking at the text you know it’s Jimin already here to pick you up for Seokjin’s party, and probably leaving a overnight bag so he can sleepover. The door swings open before you get the chance to make it all the way there and his bright smile appears.

“You should lock your door more often what if I was a thief, Y/n-ie,” He walks up to you and kisses your cheek.

“If you were you’d be on the floor crying already. I’m always prepared,” You say pulling out a can of pepper spray from a corner in the hallway.

“Always one step ahead baby girl.” He winks and walks past you to your living room.

As you assumed he had an overnight bag with him and placed it right on your couch along with a toy story towel.

“Jiminie,” you chuckle, “A Toy Story towel, really?”

“Toy Story is the best. If you don’t like it, I don’t like you.”

“Oh I love it! I have the VCR and DVD version so get on my level, bitch.”

“No thanks. I rather stay my height then get bullied worst for being your height, shorty.”

“Hey.. we’re shorties together baby!”

You cute little banter continues on for a while as he gets comfortable at your house. It was still a little early to head to Seokjin’s so you both go into your room and watch Toy Story as night falls. You were both commenting at your favorite scenes in the movie and laughing at the jokes that sounded a little dirtier than you remembered as a child. As the movie comes to an end, you grab your phone to check the time, 10:47 p.m. .

“Oh that’s cute you’re wearing it again,” Jimin says looking at your neck.

“The necklace?”

“Mhm”

“I just saw it in my jewelry box and I just couldn’t leave it behind,” you say holding the little heart on your fingers, “It was calling my name.”

Jimin and you chuckle at your choice of words.

“Taehyung always liked seeing you in it. He wouldn’t stop bragging about how much you loved it and how you must cherish it since you always wore it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. He’s a big softie, you know that. He started wearing the one he got at the same time when you started… your… thing. And we teased him about it but he said he didn’t care because it was his favorite. He hasn’t taken it off.”

You look at Jimin and he smiles slightly, a little sympathetic smile. You return his small smile, only yours is more sad and you feel an overwhelming feeling of sadness come over you. Tears puddle at the edge of your eyes and cloud your vision. You blink and the tears fall freely on your cheek; Jimin wipes them away and kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry, I made you cry. I didn’t mean to.”

“No no it’s okay Chims. I just miss him, honestly. I was sad that he hurt me before but now I just wish that nothing had happened so I could talk to him like we used to. Ugh I know it’s dumb because he played me”

His hands cup your face and he lifts it to face his eyes. His smile is sweeter this time.

“No it’s not. It’s not dumb. You love him, not just in the romantic way but as your best friend. He was the one you always went to when you needed a push or you needed some extra lovin’. He was the one who made you smile the brightest. Even though I know you love all of us extremely, it’s very obvious he has a special place in your heart that can never be replaced. So it’s okay to miss him like hell, and cry tears for him. It’s also okay to be mad at him at the same time because as a,  potential something more, he fucked up.”

Your tears seemed to stop as Jimin finished his little speech, “I want to see him.”

“I think he’s coming tonight. If you feel ready, talk to him and see what happens.”

“But what if in the moment, I’m so caught up I forgive him for everything and let it go.”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know?”

“Because you’re not dumb,” he chuckles, “Y/n, you’ll probably both cry and then you’ll want to smack him after you’re done being sad.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say looking down at your hands, “He’ll probably let me smack him too.”

“Yes he would,” he gets out of your bed, “I love our heart to hearts but we got a party to get to. Everyone is probably already there but you know I love being fashionably late.”

“Okay let’s go!”

Seokjin’s place wasn’t far from yours, in fact none of you guys lived far from each other. You each somehow managed to lived within five to ten minutes from each other. The car ride was short and just a couple jokes were exchanged mainly coming from you, teasing Jimin’s sloppy moments when he’s drunk. He parks and you both walk up to the house. Already there are people on the porch and on the front yard making out. Walking through the front door a strong smell of vodka and tequila hit your nose, and you face Jimin. He just smiles and leads you to where he has already spotted your friends.

“Y/n-ie we’ve missed you!” Hobi engulfs you into a hug and kisses the top of your head.

You both pull away and you look around at your group. Taehyung was nowhere to be seen among them and you were a bit disappointed. After taking another glance you realize Jungkook isn’t there either so they must just be late as you and Jimin were. Your thoughts were confirmed when you felt arms wrap around your torso from behind and a chin lightly rested on your shoulder.

“You came!” Jungkook says pulling away.

You just nodded and let him greet his hyungs, that’s when you turned to your right and saw Taehyung standing there already looking at you with a shy smile. You return the smile and look down at the floor… he looked so… good. Jimin noticed your energy shift and nudged you, you lift your head up and see him smiling. His hand snakes down to grab yours and yoru finger intertwine.

“Let’s go dance!”

You eyes widened because the last time you “danced” with someone it was to make Taehyung jealous. You laugh and shake your head no.

“No no. I’m good I promise.” You whisper into his ear.

All the guys stood around in the circle by the dining room, talking about their plans for the summer. They were already planning for a vacation between the eight of you, to go to the beach or on a road trip. The whole time, you and Taehyung stole glances at each other, and every single time you’d catch each other. You guys ended up just having a mini staring contest but he ended up losing after you genuinely smiled at him and he returned it with a cute huge smile and he squinted his eyes closed.

“Ha! I won!” you say sticking your tongue out.

The guys all turned to look at the both of you, a bit surprised that you had actually said anything at all. Taehyung himself was a bit shocked you even looked at his direction so even those two words you spoke warmed his heart and his smile didn’t fade. Neither of you communicated after that, and the conversation between everyone ended up dying down. One by one they each went their separate ways, except Jimin, you, and of course Tae. You knew Jimin was only there because he knew you were still on edge about talking again to Taehyung and he didn’t want to abandon you to suffer alone.

“Go have fun. I’ll be fine. I think I’m ready.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you without any support.” he says looking at Tae’s direction.

“Yes, now go! Go get high and drunk and all that destructive stuff you do all the time.”

He laughs at your words and leaves. If it weren’t for the music, you’d be standing there in complete silence; if it weren’t for the drunken students walking by, you’d both be alone; if it weren’t for the sweaty atmosphere, the awkward tension would be more obvious to the public. You just nod your head up and down trying to figure out how to have decent conversation.

“Do you want to go outside and we can just chill out without all this mess?” He says walking up to you.

“Okay.”

You signalled him to lead the way to wherever he wanted to go, and he went straight to the back deck. It was surprisingly empty and quiet, with only the bass being able to be heard through the walls. Seokjin had a small outdoor table and a couple chairs around it so you both decided to sit there. The moon was full tonight, the stars seemed a little brighter too; the atmosphere wasn’t as awkward as you imagined it would be if you took out all the party energy. It was quiet but not uncomfortable.

You felt calm though, maybe because you missed him, the anger wasn’t present tonight. You wanted to speak up and say something, something funny that would make you both laugh and smile. But nothing seemed to come to mind, you were more just wondering a lot and trying to stop yourself from asking any questions. He seemed to notice your sort of of behavior and looked up at the stars. He didn’t want to be the first one to speak in case it bothered you for any reason so he waited for you to say something. You finally look at him and really take a good look at him. He was wearing a very colorful patterned collared shirt, he had left three buttons unbuttoned so his chest and collarbones were out. Looking at his chest you see the letter of your first name shining brightly despite there being no other light besides the moonlight. The necklace lay so delicately around his neck, and accented it so beautifully. Your eyes scan down to view the rest of his outfit and of course he’s wearing trousers and dress shoes. At this point Taehyung was finally looking at you and as your eyes met his you saw tears in his eyes.

“You know I never wanted to hurt you the way that I did.” he says softly.

“Then why did you?” you reply just as soft.

“Because I’m an idiot. I knew your feelings, and I knew mine too, but they scared me. I was scared of getting into this,” he signals between the two of you, “and messing it up. But I did it anyways without it ever becoming more.”

“What scared you about your feelings?”

“Not being enough… You’re so amazing and kind and loving, I didn’t think I’d deserve to have a girlfriend like you. I was always out fucking random girls, and it’s not like I can lie about that because you saw it happen and it’s not the biggest secret on campus.”

He pauses for a second to reach for your hand.

“Throughout the years of being friends and spending so much time together, I knew you were different from all those other girls. You saw me date and be with girls all the time but you never once judged me for it or called me names,”

….

“I mean other than Taefucc,, but I know that was more endearing than making fun of me. And I’d have these moments with those girls but when I finished, I’d be thinking about what you were doing. If you were busy so I could come over or if you could come over. At first I assumed it was because you were my best friend and you were ten times more fun than they ever were. Then one night everything changed, I noticed you were distant because you knew I came after my little meetups and still you never said anything. I started to feel guilty about it the more I did it, and then I stopped fucking around as often and only did it once in a while.”

You listen to his every word wanting to know his side and what he had been feeling. It was what you always wanted, to know his real feelings and his fears about it all.

“Then you started hanging out more with hyung and getting drunk with him, being more touchy. I got jealous and I didn’t get it at first, I thought it was because you were my best friend and I didn’t want anyone to steal my spot. It wasn’t until you kissed him that I knew, I was,” he stopped and interlocked our fingers together, “I was, well still am, in love with you. And so I ignored you for those couple days and ignored you even more when it went further, until I couldn’t just sit there and watch it happen. So I made my move and it worked. I had you but I knew I wasn’t good for you.”

“Why do you say that? You always say ‘I’m not enough’ or ‘I’m no good for you’. But you don’t know what’s good for me and what isn’t. If you were no good i’d be in there finding someone else to spend my time with but instead I’m out here listening to you. You know why? Because you are enough to me. I know you have a good heart and that you can be a good ass boyfriend and that you can love without messing up so badly.”

“I don’t understand how you can think that after what I did.”

“Because you aren’t defined by one, or multiple, mistakes you’ve made. You’re much more than your errors, and I see the you behind all that. I see the real you. I’ve seen you cry over cute animal videos and over Moana even though it wasn’t that sad of a movie. I’ve seen you be supportive to those you care so deeply about, like me. You were always there for me no matter the issue and never hesitated to drop everything to make me happy.”

“But you did the same.”

“Well yeah you big dumbo, because I’m in love with you too.”

His tears were falling freely as you both spoke to each other and had a heart to heart. It felt nice, even though you were still hurt about what happened you understood his point of view. You understood where his head was at when he did everything. You weren’t forgiving him by listening, you were allowing yourself to hear him out and think about giving him a second chance.

“I know this isn’t the time and place for this, but I’ve had this sitting on my nightstand for the last month. I only brought it tonight because I knew I’d see you, even though we agreed to meet up tomorrow morning. I was hoping to talk tonight, like this.”

He reaches down his pocket to grab whatever he was talking about. A small velvet black box comes out and is placed on the table. He gently slides it over in front of you and looks at you then back at the box.

“For your birthday, I had told you I had a better surprise waiting for you and I didn’t want to give it in front of everyone because it was too precious for me. I also had a whole speech ready and was going to ask you to be my girlfriend… but as you saw and experienced that didn’t go as planned.”

You chuckle and reach out for the box, “What is it?”

“Open it and find out.”

Your hands gently open the box and a set of earrings in the shape of hearts lay inside, below it, there is a gold necklace just as thin as the one you were wearing. You pull the necklace out and see a small letter T hanging on it; the T had a small diamond on the center of it.

“T as in Troy?” you giggle, “Taehyungie how did you know?”

“Oh gosh, why didn’t I think that through..” he laughs at your HSM reference, “So do you like it?”

“Of course, Tae. They’re beautiful, I love it, you shouldn’t have spent so much money, baby.”

“I wanted to get something special for you that meant something more than a piece of clothing. I’m glad you love it princess.”

You place the necklace back in the box and close it.

“I see you have the old necklace I bought you. It’s cute but this one is better,” He says.

You chuckle at his comment but suddenly a wave of emotions hit you. Maybe this is what he thought would make you fully forgive him. This was his way of winning you over.

“I don’t want you to think this is me trying to win you over. I just wanted you to have it since it was supposed to be special.”

“Thank you. I appreciate it so much Tae.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

You look at your phone and see the time, it’s pretty late, later than you expected it to be. 2:23 a.m.. You both practically missed the entire party, but neither of you cared. This was better than spending two hours with drunk college students. The night was warm but the trees gave you a nice cool breeze which kept the humidity at a low. Now that you’ve both expressed your feeling it didn’t seem like there was much to talk about so you both look up to the sky and let the breeze brush up against your skin. You knew you wanted to give him another chance, he meant so much to you; and you believed in him, although your fears weren’t quite gone yet.

“I’ve said it so many times, it’s starting to lose it’s meaning but I’m sorry baby. I love you, I really do. Even if you can’t give me a second chance at us being together maybe we can try and be friends again. I would take anything, anything at all just to be with you.”

“Prove it.”

“What?”

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, because I do. But show me, show me you love me. Show me you’re willing to be different and open about love and give me your heart the way I’m willing to give you mine. It’s not easy, I know that. But if you love me it won’t be difficult. I know it’s scary giving someone your all but maybe it’s worth it. Maybe I’m worth it. I know you also have been working on yourself which I’m proud of, but now, work on us.”

“What if I can’t?”

“You don’t know unless you give it a try. You tried to make us work without really putting all your feelings in and communicating, why not try to win me over by being able to communicate your feelings, your fears, your heart, with me. I want you to show me the real you, the man I love with all of my heart. I want to give that man a second chance.”

“I’m scared.”

“That’s okay. I am too.” you reach for his hand, “but that’s part of working things out. Not knowing where things will take us but heading there together.”

He presses your foreheads together and looks into your eyes, “I’ll show you princess. I’ll fight for us, I know you’re fighting for us already and  need to catch up.”

You close the gap between your lips and kiss him softly. He’s a bit surprised by your actions on expecting you to kiss him. But he returns the kiss and smiles as it comes to an end.

“I missed you.” he says.

[arcanelaurels]

I just read your "kravitz and taako meet at a (college?) party and taako's super drunk" fic and loved it. Did you ever/could you ever write a follow up to that scene?

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Part 1

“Hmmmm…”

Taako absentmindedly ran his hand through his hair that hung below him as he dangled upside down halfway off of his bed.

“Hmmmmmm…”

He shook out his hair and sat up, imagining that he probably looked quite glamorous as his hair fell forward to frame his face. He ruffled it a couple times for good measure (despite the fact that no one could see him), then tapped his phone against his chin a couple times. He unlocked it to look at his contacts page. For a few moments, his thumb hovered over the screen in hesitation.

“Ughhh!” He groaned and fell back so he was hanging upside down again. 

It had been three days since he’d gotten sloppily drunk at a party and thrown himself at that (extremely sexy) classmate of his. Three days since Magnus had thoroughly embarrassed him even more than he’d embarrassed himself. Three days since Kravitz had given him his number.

I hope you’ll text me sometime. When you’re sober, that is.

Taako was most definitely sober now. And tomorrow he had his class with Kravitz. It would be a bit awkward to see him in person again without texting him. 

But he just couldn’t fucking do it.

What was he supposed to say? Hey, it’s me. Cha’boy. You know, the guy who basically assaulted you while drunk? Sooo…you wanna go out sometime?

As if.

He groaned again - loudly - and sat back up. He’d spent the past three hours trying to figure out how to text Kravitz. Three hours. That’s more time than he spent on anything other than cooking, primping, or studying (though he wouldn’t admit that last one to anyone but his sister). Three hours of fruitless brainstorming. He absentmindedly ruffled his hair and flipped it a couple times as he glanced around his room, searching for ideas.

His eyes landed on where Kravitz’s jacket was hanging off the back of his chair. Taako grinned as an idea formed in his head.

Kravitz was beginning to regret giving Taako his number.

Three days and zero texts. Either Taako wasn’t as into him as it seemed, or he was too embarrassed about his behavior that night to contact him. But he didn’t really seem like the kind of guy to let embarrassment get in his way. 

He nervously fidgeted with his pencil, rapidly tapping it against his textbook. He’d been trying to study the entire weekend but was too distracted. Why did he give Taako his number? Why didn’t he ask for Taako’s number instead?

No, that wouldn’t have worked. He never would’ve gotten up the nerve to text him. But at least then he would’ve known that the lack of communication was his own fault. This was just agony. 

His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating with a notification. He grabbed it - a bit too eagerly - and saw that he’d gotten a text from an unknown number. Oh gods. Kravitz took a breath before opening the text.

He spluttered a bit when he saw what Taako had sent him. It was a photo - nothing racy, but quite the glamour shot - of Taako wearing the jacket that Kravitz had loaned him. He was biting his lip and had one hand running through his hair in a suggestive pose. Underneath the picture, two more messages appeared.

Unknown Number: i think ill be keeping this bad boy for myselfUnknown Number: looks pretty good on me dontcha think?

Kravitz needed a few moments to process. How the hell was he supposed to respond to that? As he tried to gather his thoughts, he took the time to add Taako’s number to his contacts. After a few more moments, he came up with what he hoped was a sufficient reply. Gods, he hated flirting over text.

     Me: I think you’d look better out of it

It only took a couple moments for Taako to reply, but it was quite possibly the longest few moments of Kravitz’s existence.

Taako: ooo spicy boyTaako: at least buy me dinner first     Me: Is that all it takes?

Kravitz grimaced with immediate regret as he waited for a response.

Taako: listenTaako: you already saw me at that partyTaako: i think any semblance of integrity is already out the window my dude

Kravitz chuckled - nervously - and tapped his fingers on the table as he tried to gather up the courage to send another message.

Taako sat in his bed as he waited for Kravitz’s next text. He pulled his knees up to his chest, hugging the jacket tighter around himself . It was just because it was a really comfy jacket. And he wanted to make sure it smelled like him when he gave it back to Kravitz. It definitely had nothing to do with the crush he had on that guy.

Krav Boy: So do you want to go to dinner, then?

Taako chewed on his lip. He supposed it was his fault for making that dinner joke, but he didn’t know how to tell Kravitz that he didn’t really like any of the restaurants nearby. 

           Me:  ehhh dinners too basicKrav Boy: Do you have better ideas for a second date?           Me: SECOND date????Krav Boy: Yeah, the party was our first date           Me: you got a pretty fuckin wild idea of what constitutes a date my dudeKrav Boy: How so?Krav Boy: We danced, we had a nice conversation, and I dropped you off at your place           Me: i think you mean           Me: i threw myself at you           Me: i overshared about my dumb problems           Me: my “”””friend”””” exposed me           Me: and then you nagged me to drink waterKrav Boy: Forgive me. I won’t refer to it as a date, then

Taako sighed. Who the fuck texted so formally? He was going to have to work with him on that if they ever got past a second date.

Well, depending on what classified as a date.

           Me: you hear about that new place that opened up on campus?Krav Boy: You’ll have to be a bit more specific than thatKrav Boy: I don’t really keep up with campus activities

Taako rolled his eyes. Hopeless.

           Me: its one of those wine and pottery placesKrav Boy: Oh, I’ve never been to one of those. What’s it called?           Me: the chug n squeeze

There were a few moments of silence where there wasn’t even any indication that Kravitz was typing out a response. Taako was starting to wonder what was going on when his phone rang. 

“Hullo?” He asked, sitting up straight.

“The Chug N Squeeze?!” Kravitz’s voice came out in an undignified wheeze of laughter.

Taako couldn’t help but chuckle at the sound of his laugh. “Yeah, my dude.”

“I thought you were pulling my leg but I looked it up and it’s real.”

“Duh, I wouldn’t lie to you.” Taako twirled his hair around one finger. “Why’d you call me?”

“I, uh, I’m not a big fan of texting,” Kravitz said. “And I’m not too good at it.”

Yeah, no kidding. “Ah.”

“So would you like to go to the Chug N Squeeze with me this Friday?”

Ugh. Friday was so far away. But dates on weekdays were never fun. And besides, he’d get to see Kravitz in class before then. “Hell yeah, homie.”

There was a pause where Taako could practically feel Kravitz grin. “It’s a date.”

“Sounds good. Oh,” Taako hesitated, taking a millisecond to have an inner debate about what he wanted to say next. “Make sure to save me a seat tomorrow, kay? You always get to class way before me.”

“O-Oh. Yeah- Yes!” Kravitz stuttered. “I will.”

Couldn’t text or talk, it seemed. Taako smiled to himself. “Alright, see ya then.”

“See you.”

Taako hung up just as Lup burst into his room.

“Hey if I took a skeleton an- What the fuck are you wearing?!” She stopped dead in her tracks with an outright offended look on her face.

Taako felt his face grow hot as he grasped for a response. Kravitz’s jacket was very nice, but it was nowhere near Taako’s style.

“Uhhhh stole it from a guy,” He responded, trying his best to sound nonchalant about it.

She crossed her arms, very clearly not believing it. “And what possessed you to steal that jacket?”

Taako smacked his lips and opened his mouth to answer. “Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii…” He trailed off, blinking repeatedly as he failed his Deception roll. “Don’t know.”

Her ears perked up as if she’d just realized something. “Did someone give it to you?” She asked, a devious grin on her face.

“No.”

“Liar!” She took a running leap for his bed, landing forcefully enough to make Taako grab the mattress in an attempt to avoid being flung off his own bed. She pulled her legs under herself to sit cross-legged and clasped her hands together, resting her chin on them to give Taako her undivided attention. “Tell me his name!”

Taako wished with every inch of his soul that he could stop his cheeks from burning. “No. fuck you.”

“Taakooooooooo,” Her ears drooped and she pouted. “Pleeeeeeeaaaaasssse!”

“Get out of my room.”

“I’m not leaving till you tell meeeeeeee.”

Taako scowled at his sister, who stared right back with an indignant look. With each passing second, he could feel his willpower being worn down. Fuck.

“Fine! Gods, you win!” He threw his hands in the air and refused to meet Lup’s triumphant gaze. “Asshole. His name’s Kravitz.”

Lup frowned in thought and Taako grimaced as he waited for her to figure out where she’d heard that name before.

Her eyes suddenly widened in realization. “Is that the guy you said you would give-”

“SHUT UP!”

She leaned forward and excitedly drummed on Taako’s knees. “You got a date with that guy?! How? I thought he was, like, way out of your league!”

“Okay, first of all, rude,” Taako’s embarrassment was pushed to the side as he sat up to argue with his sister. “Second of all, I won him over with my charms.”

“So you made out with him while drunk?”

“No!” He said indignantly, crossing his arms.

Lup laughed. “Then what’d you do?”

“I…” Taako trailed off, knowing full well that he did not want to recount the events of that night to his sister. “I mean I did. Sorta. He wouldn’t let me.”

“Ooo, a gentleman?” She sat up straight and put on a posh accent. “This fellow sounds like quite the catch. How does he plan to court you, my dear brother?”

“Gods, you’re so fucking annoying.”

“I love you too!”

[inwintersolitude]

Where is your favourite place to get fries? I don't really have a favorite.

What is the most recent article of clothing you’ve purchased? A gray blazer.

Have you ever paid for anything with a cheque (check)? Countless times. I used to pay most of my bills with checks via mail, but I've gradually switched most things over to online payments over the past few years.

Do you know anyone who was raised by their grandparents? I don't think so.

Have you ever made your own pie from scratch? Yes. This reminds me, I've been planning on baking a pumpkin pie recently. Maybe I'll do it sometime next week.

Who was the last person you had an in-depth conversation with? My husband.

Are there any waterfalls nearby? Not that I know of. I grew up in an area with a lot of waterfalls, though. There was one in the woods near my childhood home.

What was the last fast food item you ate? A veggie dog.

What are your earliest memories of going to see a doctor? I have a very hazy memory of being at a doctor's office when I was around 2 or 3, and feeling absolutely miserable. I think it was for something relating to my kidney defect and all the medical problems it caused when I was a kid.

How many hours do you typically work in a week? I'm not working now.

Can you hear traffic right now? No, it's nighttime, and I don't live near a busy road anyways.

Have you ever pulled a muscle? Ughhh yes, when I was doing upper-level swimming courses when I was like 11-12, and I had this exercise where I had to retrieve weights off of the bottom of a 16-foot-deep diving well. I got the weight, pushed off the bottom of the pool with my legs, and pulled a muscle in one of my legs.

What did you do last weekend? Just went about life as usual. My life isn't at all affected by what day of the week it is, not since I was just out of college and still working at my very first airport operations job.

What is your favourite gaming console? Nintendo Switch, or Nintendo 64.

Are you talking to anyone via instant messaging right now? No, I haven't used instant messaging in about 8-9 years.

Have you kissed someone today? Yes.

What is your favourite condiment? It depends on what food it's going on.

Do you have a strong opinion for or against Justin Bieber? No, I'm very uninterested and indifferent when it comes to celebrities.

Have you used a telephone today? Yes.

Have you ever seen any foreign films? Yes.

What was the last major city you visited? London! I already want to go back.

Do you prefer coffee or tea? Tea, definitely.

Have you taken a painkiller today? Yes. I was starting to get a headache after my husband and I finished our birdwatching hike. I think it was from my baseball hat being on a bit too tight. Or maybe the weight of the binocular strap around my neck. Hard to tell, since literally ANYTHING can give me a headache.

How many theatres does the closest cinema from your house have? I'm not sure. I've never been to that theater since there's a much nicer theater that's only 10-ish further minutes away - one of the ones that serves a full dinner during the movie.

Do you always have a stock of alcohol in your house? Usually, but not very much.  Right now we have a bottle of zinfandel and a bottle of gin.

Have you ever had a pumpkin latte and if so, did you like it? Yes. They're ok. Most places that make them tend to make them too sweet for my liking.

Have you had a nap today? Yes.

Is there an antique store in your town or city? There's a bunch of them.

Have you ever been to a baby shower? Yes, I was at the one for my sister-in-law two weekends ago.

Are you currently in a relationship? If so, do you think it will last? Yes, and definitely yes.

Do you have a hyphenate name or know anyone with one? (eg. Carter-Brown) I know a few people who have a hyphenated name.

What would you wear if you were being taken out to dinner tonight? Depends on what sort of restaurant we were going to.

What were the last shoes you wore? My Terrain boots.

Who cooks most of the meals in your household? I do.

Do you know anyone who has been to rehab? I know someone who has had to go to an in-patient post-stroke rehabilitation facility. I don't know anyone who has had to go to the drug addiction type of rehab, though.

Have you ever had a mojito? I don't think I have, actually.

Do you take your Christmas decorations down before or after New Years? Usually right after New Years.

What is the first thing you do when you get online? It varies.

How many romantic relationships have you been in so far? Just this one, with my husband. I wasn't interested in being in a relationship before he came along.

Have you ever been camping in the wilderness? Yes.

Do you have any money on your person right now? No.

Would you consider yourself to be a picky eater? Not really.

Have you made a large purchase today? No.

What was the last candy you ate? I had a few squares of raspberry dark chocolate a few days ago.

How often do you eat Subway? Almost never. Pretty much only while traveling and that's the best option for food at a rest area.

Have you ever lived in a house with a pool in the yard? No. I've spent all but a few years of my life living in climates where pools would only be able to be used for like 3-4 months out of the year. The neighborhood I currently live in has a community pool, but it's only open from late May til mid September.

What colour is your toothbrush? Black and white.

Do you have gluten intolerance or know anyone who does? I don't. And I can't think of anyone I know who does.

Have you ever cried while watching a movie? I've probably gotten misty-eyed from a few movies, but I've never like bawled my eyes out or anything, haha.

First thing that catches your eye when you look out the nearest window? I can't see out the nearest window. The blinds are closed for the night.

Did your parents go to college? If so, what did they study? Yes. My dad got his degree in chemical engineering, and my mom got her degree in piano performance with a minor in pipe organ performance.

Have you ever had a migraine? Countless times. I've been getting migraines for about 17 years now. :-( Thankfully I don't get them nearly as often as I did when I was in my teens and early 20's, though.

Do you have a gym membership? Not anymore. I recently cancelled it now that we have a pretty well-equipped home gym.

Have you locked your front door today? Yes.

Have you ever slept in a car overnight? I've slept in my truck a few times, when I was working in charter jet operations and I'd sometimes have to be at the airport til 9-10 p.m., then again for a late departure/arrival at like 1-2 a.m., then again for the next day's shift at 5-6 a.m. I lived about 50 minutes away from work so I didn't have enough time to go home and sleep, and sometimes the pilot lounge would be already claimed by a coworker, so I'd just park my truck on the flight line and try to sleep as best I could. That was a fun job but the schedule was absolute hell.

Have you washed the dishes today? Yes.

Have you ever fainted? I've come close, but not quite.

Have you been awake before sunrise today? No.

When was the last time you went to the bank? Around 2 months ago to get my passport out of the safe deposit box. I need to go again soon to put it back since we don't have any more international trips planned til next year.

Do you avoid conflict as much as possible? I usually do, but I'll still stand up for myself and others if needed. I'm not a doormat.

Have you ever used a leaf blower? Yep. That was sometimes one of my yard work chores when I was a teenager.

[derangedangel]

Distraction (Part 1) - Theo Raeken

Summary: Based off the song Distraction by Kehlani. You’re stressed with all your college activities but Theo turns out to be the distraction you need to get through it. This will be a three part series. 

Word Count: 2,555

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of sex

Author’s Note: I’m a little late with this song but I love it so much. Obviously it fit Theo. Also, I’m not one to endorse casual sex but do whatever floats your boat. Just make sure you wrap it up. 

Masterlist 

College. A way to get away from all the drama in Beacon Hills. You did the research and hadn’t heard about any “mysterious animal attacks” near your school. After the previous year you had, you wanted to be far away from all supernatural issues. You were human, so it shouldn’t be too hard get away from the werewolf drama. Of course, if the pack needed you, you would be there. With Ms. Monroe making an army of hunters, they needed all the help they could get. They seemed to have things pretty well handled when you left. It was almost like when Argent was hunting wolves. Except Monroe didn’t follow any particular code like he did.

It was the second week of school and you were already stressed. You had a plan for college which consisted of you getting as involved as possible and making straight A’s. During high school, you were pretty busy helping save the town and spending time with your boyfriend. The days of running for your life were over, and there was no boyfriend occupying your free time.

There was a pep rally on campus for the game on Saturday, and you and your roommate were watching all the players get called on stage.

“Who knew there were so many hot guys at this school,” Camila asked clapping her hands as the coach introduced another player. Her eyes were ogling the players on stage so she didn’t see you roll your eyes. “Where were all these guys when I toured the campus?”

“Probably hiding because they knew you were coming,” you replied laughing.

“Oh shut up,” she turned and smiled at you. “There’s gotta be one guy up there you find good-looking.”

“I’ll admit they look good, but I’m not here for that.”

“Then what the heck are you here for,” Camila asked, slightly confused by your response.

“To get an education. You know, the whole reason college was invited in the first place,” you nodded explaining to your friend.

“I guess,” she said turning to look back at the players. “You gotta have a little fun though.”

“I don’t need a guy to have fun, Cami. I’ve got plans. And getting distracted by some college boy isn’t going to help me achieve them.”

“Yeah, but you know what they say. All work and no play makes Y/N a dull girl.”

“What’s not fun about world domination,” you shrugged and giggled.

“And now,” you heard the coach announce on the microphone, “Our second-string players. First up, the freshman star all the way from Beacon Hills, Theo Raeken.”

“What,” you shouted with a baffled and somewhat irritated expression on your face.

Theo came jogging up on stage waving to the cheering crowd. It felt like slow motion to you. His brown hair bounced with each step he took. His bluish green eyes shined bring in the stadium lights.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered under your breath, but Camila still heard you.

“What? What’s going on?”

“I know him,” you said very annoyed.

“You know him,” Camila said astonished. You nodded but she wanted you to clarify. “Him,” she asked again pointing.

“Yeah, we went to school together.”

“You’ve gotta give me more details girl. He’s smoking. Do you mean know him like ‘we had a few classes together but never spoke’ or ‘he actually acknowledged my presence and his gorgeous lips formed words that were only designed for me’?”

You raised your eyebrow at your over the top friend. “I wouldn’t say it exactly like that, but the second one. We were almost friends.”

“You were almost friends with that Greek God,” she asked a little too loudly for your liking. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t want to get into too much detail, but he wasn’t the nicest guy back then. He was in the grade above me, but he had some…” you looked for the right words to say before you spoke, “family issues come up and he had to leave suddenly.” Your mouth turned up at the little joke you made that you knew Camila wouldn’t understand. “He came back the next year and finished. We graduated together but I had no idea he was going to college let alone go here of all places.”

“Well thank God for second chances because I’m gonna climb him like a tree,” Cami said readjusting her boobs in her top.

You shook your head at Camila and brought your attention back to the coach. The pep rally lasted five more minutes then you made your way over to the free snacks provided by the school. Cami walked off somewhere to flirt with one of the players. You said you would meet up in ten minutes to walk back to your dorm together.

“I had family issues huh,” a deep voice said from behind you. You didn’t need to turn around to recognize who said it. You sighed before you turned around regretting even coming out tonight.

Theo was smirking at the remark he was eavesdropping in on earlier. “What was I supposed to say? Your sister popped out of the ground like a jack-in-the-box and dragged you to hell? She would have reported me and had me admitted into the psych ward.”

“I doubt she would have cared since I’m a, oh what was it, a Greek God.”

You rolled your eyes. Theo was already cocky. The last thing you needed was your roommate’s comments stroking his ego. “Whatever, quarterback. Oh wait, second string quarterback. What are you doing here anyway,” you asked crossing your arms over your chest.

“The same thing you’re probably here for. To get an education.”

The line moved, so you took a few steps so you wouldn’t lose your place. “Oh bullshit. Why would you want an education?”

“Well some of us don’t have mommy and daddy to take care of them. It was either getting a full ride scholarship or keep living out of my truck. And I thought actually doing something with my life and having a place to live was better than being a sitting target for one of Monroe’s hunters.”

The scowl on your face slowly softened as Theo spoke. Even though he started off annoying with that mommy and daddy remark, you felt bad he had to live out of his truck. Killing Scott had put him on your permeant hate list, but he did help with the Ghost Riders and keeping Liam safe. And maybe karma had its way with Theo when he got dragged to hell by his sister. That may have been punishment enough.

“Fine. Just don’t get in my way here. I’m trying to make something of myself and I don’t need my supernatural past coming back to haunt me.”

Theo raised his hands up in defense. “I wouldn’t dream of it, babygirl.”

You looked at him disgusted. “And don’t call me babygirl.”

It had been a month since the pep rally and you tried to keep your distance from Theo. You didn’t even want to bring up his name, which is why the pack didn’t know he was at the same college as you.

“How do I look,” Camila asked stepping out of your shared bathroom in a red dress.

“You look great. Where are you going,” you asked looking up from your homework.

“Elliot is taking me out to a fancy restaurant.” Camila went over to her mirror to put on the finishing touches.

“Date number 3. Are things getting serious?”

“Oh God no. We’re just having fun. I mean, I do like him, but we’re young. I’m not trying to rush into anything,” she spoke as she sprayed her perfume in the air and walked into the cloud of smoke. “Don’t tell me you’re staying in here to study on a Saturday night.”

“I won’t then,” you said. You turned back around in your computer chair to face your desk.

“You’re not staying in here on another weekend.”

“Yes I am.”

“No. You. Are. Not,” she spoke emphasizing each word as she typed on her phone. “I just texted the girls and they’ll be here in 30 minutes to pick you up for the party.”

“Roommate say what now,” you asked turning back towards your friend.

“There’s a house party tonight. Molly, Candice, and Raven are going and so are you.”

“But I don’t want to go to a party. I’ve got so much crap on my plate. I’ve got a test next week, a paper to write, I’m working out the details for the project committee I’m on in my club, and I’m trying to get secure my spot as an RA next year. All that takes work.”

Camila’s head was down snoring then she suddenly jumped up shaking her head. “I fell asleep just listening to you. You’ve got too much going on and it’s not even midterms yet. You need a distraction from your boring, stressful life.”

“My life isn’t boring,” you responded defending yourself.

“Prove it,” Cami said crossing her arms over her chest.

“Ughhh, fine. I’ll go. I can be fun.” You got up from your chair and went to your closet to find something to wear to the party. Sweatpants and school t-shirt weren’t appropriate for any party.

An early 2000’s song roared through the speakers. You stuffed another chip in your mouth as you watched everybody dance. A couple came through the kitchen door holding hands. The guy pushed the girl against the wall watching her giggle. She ran her manicured figures in his black hair and stared into his eyes. You rolled your eyes and grabbed another chip from the bowl

Couples always annoyed you. You weren’t always so cynical, but being in love and having your heart ripped out of your chest will do that to you. Brett and you used to be that annoyingly cute. He was your whole world. It sounds pretty cliché, falling in love in high school, but Brett loved you to the moon and back. The two of you talked about going to college together and eventually getting married. You were young, but you knew Brett was it for you.

When Monroe killed Brett, it was like a piece of died with him. It was a year ago, but the pain still hurt. You swore one day you would get your revenge on Ms. Monroe. Scott would disapprove, but you didn’t care. Camila though you were weird for not being interested in any guys at school, but you just weren’t ready. You were focused on your studies and clubs. Guys would just take your attention away from that. You did miss getting affection and attention though. There was no rush for a relationship, but it would be nice to have someone around.

“Having fun,” a voice asked from behind you.

“Tons. This party is so much fun,” you answered sarcastically turning around to face Theo. Theo had grown a bit of beard since the last time you saw him. You would hate to admit it out loud, but he looked real good with facial hair. You began to wonder why he didn’t grow a beard sooner.

Theo smirked hearing your heartbeat quicken for just a moment. “I’m having a blast too,” he smiled coping your sarcasm. He popped a chip in his mouth and you admired the way light hit eyes making them twinkle. “Did your friends drag you here like mines?”

“Yeah, my roommate thinks I’m boring for spending Saturday night in our dorm doing homework.”

“You are boring for spending Saturday night in your dorm doing homework,” Theo smiled repeating you.

“Oh shut up,” you spoke smacking Theo on the arm.

Theo laughed before he spoke. “I see you on campus Y/N. Your nose is always stuck in some book or you’re speed walking to class.”

“Well I’ve got a lot going on.”

“I see that,” Theo nodded giving you a once over. “You have to learn to relax sometimes. Take a break. Don’t be so stressed all the time.”

“And how do you propose I do that,” you questioned staring into Theo’s gorgeous eyes.

“For starters you can dance with me,” Theo said stretching his hand out to yours.

You squinted at Theo questioningly not sure of what to do.

“It’s just a dance Y/N, I won’t bite.” You reluctantly grabbed Theo’s handing thinking what’s the worst that could happen. Theo led you to the living room and though the music was loud, you still heard him say “hard” in reference to him biting you.

Theo started moving to the beat pulling you closer to him. You stood there awkward. Just a month ago you wanted nothing to do with Theo Raeken, but now here you were next to him. Theo dipped down, his lips ghosting over your ear so you could hear him over the music. “It’s just a dance Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you began to dance with Theo. One dance wouldn’t hurt anything. Theo’s hand grabbed your hip as you swayed to the music. You felt his fingers on the skin in between your jeans and the bottom hem of your shirt. Your skin was on fire at his touch, but you just chalked it up to not being this close to a guy since Brett.

The beat changed a little and you turned around so your back was facing Theo. He wrapped his arm tighter around your waist and you pulled closer into him. You flipped your hair throwing over your shoulder and felt Theo’s warm breath fan against your neck.

One song turned into two and two songs turned into three. It had been a long time since you danced with a guy. A small part of you felt bad. Like you shouldn’t be dancing so close with Theo. Then you thought about how you sulked around for the last year over Brett. You were just dancing, not starting a relationship with him. And besides, everyone needed a bit of human contact every now and again.

You ran your hands through Theo’s hair watching as he bit his lip. Brett was your first and only. You never even thought about having sex with another guy until now.

“I just thought of another way you can help me relax,” you said in a low tone.

“And how’s that,” Theo asked tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You placed your hands on Theo’s checks and pulled him in for a kiss. His soft, warm lips moved gently over yours. It was obvious he was just as attracted to you as you were to him.

You pulled back gazing into his eyes. You didn’t care that there was a room full of people around you watching you kiss the quarterback. “You were right. My life is stressful. I’ve got a lot going on. So maybe you could be my distraction from all that.”

“I’m listening,” Theo said gripping your hips as you kept moving to the music.

“This will be purely physical. No relationship. No strings attached. I can’t have anyone or anything take my attention away from school. But when things get to hectic and I need break-“

“I’ll be your distraction,” Theo finished for you.

“Exactly. So do we have an agreement?”

Theo smiled showing all his beautiful white teeth. “I’m down.”

[luvdsc]

noooo jaemin is still my bias it was just a moment of weakness HAHAH tbh i actually have never liked mark like that (is that mean to say oh no) so that dream caught me off guard. and my bujo spreads are typically just weekly schedules and days i consider highlights so i can look back on them after a long time and reminisce 😸 and i only casually collect for jaemin! his pcs are so adorable ahh 🤧 but unfortunately he is one of the more popular members so his pcs that i truly want are tough to find 😔 i just bought his arrival one though! i’m in love with his black hair i hope he keeps it for a little longer. i don’t do kihnos they are the death of me and i rather not spend that much on one photocard because at the end of day, they’re still just selfies on paper. but that taeyong arrival pc i saw that you pulled... im jealous i would honestly sell my soul for it. if i’m being honest, i prefer to be a casual collector. and i along with jaemin, i casually collect taeyong, lisa, winwin, and jeongin. lisa is for sure my favorite female idol, so i really am debating on if i should seriously collect her or not ughhh it’s tough bc i don’t wanna break my bank 😭 i was less hesitant on yeji because jyp gives the same photocards for every album ver. ok hypothetically speaking, if your house burned down and you could only save one pc, which one would it be? and ok i still i say i stan bts, i honestly dont THAT much anymore tbh 😭 idk the fandom has gotten more toxic that i could put up with and their new releases just don’t speak to me as much 😔 but yoongi will forever hold a special place in my heart. taehyung too okg bc his and jaehyun’s qualities are my most “ideal” i would want out of a partner. i feel like my wreckers type kind of conflicts with my biases omg since all my biases are all so sweet meanwhile my wreckers all have that “i might just ruin your life” vibe. and tbh i have been kind of feeling down as of late with nctzens too i don’t understand why there’s so many internal fights 💀 oh that’s tough i love so many places in vietnam, but for me, phú quốc and nha trang and đà lạt for sure i absolutely love. oh and there was this one underground streetwear store my cousin took me to in saigon i thought it was pretty nice i’d love to go back to it! omg this was way longer than i expected in so sorry 😭- 💐 anon

LOL I know what you mean, I always get dreams of members who aren’t my bias 😔 NDKDKDKDK no it’s not mean, I too would brozone mark because I can’t see him that way rip 🤧 omg that’s so cute!!! 💓💓 So it’s like a sort of diary for you :’) omg yeah jaemin does indeed have some very cute pcs 🥺💖 but yes he’s very expensive too rip which pcs of his do you want to get? :o his empathy ones? I ordered all of my empathy pcs from an eBay seller since they do combined shipping and it takes a few weeks to come, but it’s much cheaper than buying them on twt/ig/mercari. Omg yeah jaemin with black hair is just 🤩🤩🤩💖💖💖 NDJDDKSJD meanwhile, I just bought winwin’s pt 2 kihno pcs for $18 each LOL he’s just too cute, I couldn’t resist 🤧 I actually screamed when I opened my album and saw that taeyong pc and then proceeded to send pics of it to els, steph, ti, and my irl best friends who don’t even understand kpop but celebrated with me nonetheless LOL and omg you collect for winwin too 🤩 you have such good taste we stan 🥰 yeah I think blackpink might be one of the most expensive gg to collect for? I see other gg pcs go for $3-5 but bp is like $8-15. Omg there’s only one pc per album for jyp?? wow I wish sm did that 😭 my bank would be so grateful dndjdmmxjc omg this is such a hard question and I was seriously debating between my winwin empathy reality pc, haechan pt 1 past kihno, taeyeon something new pc with zero, and jisoo spring collection pc, but I think I’ll have to say this taeyeon one that I have otw:

What about you, lovebug? Which pc of yours would you save? 💓 and I feel the exact same way!!!! I only really enjoy their music pre 2016 tbh and as the fandom grows, the number of toxic fans grow too and it was just too much for me /: omg taehyung 🥺🥺 I still love him very much, and he will always hold a special spot in my heart too 🤧💟 LOL is jaehyun your bias wrecker? And yeah, I feel like that’s how it usually goes with biases and bias wreckers :’) tbh I don’t really get into the fandom so I have no idea what goes on with the fighting 😬 if there are fights going on, I hope this helps their pc prices go down LMAO oh my gosh, all those places are so pretty, and I really want to visit them the next time I go back to vietnam!!! And omg an underground streetwear store? :o that sounds so cool 🤩 Did you go to vietnam often before the pandemic? And omg it’s ok, lovebug, you don’t have to apologize!! Thank you for taking the time to send in such a lovely message 💛💛 I hope you had a good weekend!!! 🌸

[thedeadflag]

Here’s more of the Oh No There Is Only One Bed What Do clanya AU

(Part 1)(Part 2)(Part 3)

Part 4 below

Content Warning: transmisogyny, transmisogynistic slurs, transphobia

There was a stuffed elcor.

Anya had seen a few in the past, mostly tiny ones, but this one was big, or at least big enough to hug. It looked like Calyn, the Elcor ambassador from the first Mass Effect, only with bigger, cuter eyes. She was spellbound, standing a few feet from the stall selling it.

It would be childish to buy it, of course. She was eighteen, much too old for merchandise like that, at least in terms of social acceptability. It would be a frivolous purchase, sixty-five dollars for a plushie that, while seemingly very well made and detailed, would serve very little purpose and would push her over her budget. Not to mention that his bulk would only encumber them, having already loaded their luggage into Clarke's SUV. The trunk was full already, and it wouldn't feel right asking to put some purchases in the backseat.

It just wasn't meant to be.

With palpable sadness: I apologize, I cannot take you with me, my friend... She mused to herself with a shake of her head.

With a heavy sigh and one last longing glance at Calyn, she turned and made her way through the market empty-handed as usual. She already had her photos with Morena Baccarin and Ali Hillis, and that would have to be enough.

"Hey, you not getting anything?" Clarke was suddenly there, directly at her side, carrying a large plastic bag full of various purchases. "We're leaving after the screenwriting panel coming up, so I guess this is effectively last call."

Anya looked back into the market at the various vendors she'd been checking out for the past half hour, and nodded, making peace with her decision. "I'm good. Have you gotten all you were looking for?"

There was a strange shine in Clarke's eye, if just for a moment, but Anya dismissed it as Clarke just laughed. "Are you kidding? Nah, I've got one or two things left. I just wanted to check in, since I'll have to haul my stuff over to my car and then rush back in time for the panel, and I didn't want you to think I ditched you if I'm a few seconds late."

Anya smiled, feeling a little relief that she hadn't succumbed to her impulses. If Clarke would be storing extra things in the backseat, then it was good that Anya wasn't cluttering up the area with her own things. It was for the best.

"I'll wait by the conference room doors for you." She offered, startling a little when Clarke lifted a hand up to rest at the back of her neck, thankfully not moving lest she be reduced to a puddle by one of the market entrances.

"Sure thing, princess. Save a seat for me, will you?" Clarke grinned, all the amusement in the world twinkling in her eyes, and then as quick as she came, she was gone, vanishing into the crowds, leaving her breathless and blushing, frustrated at how the other girl would constantly bring up those silly pet names.

Not that she hated that one. She didn't, not really. It was just frustrating, because the reaction it elicited from her wasn't really earned.  And it was maybe a little embarrassing to be called it in public, but among strangers, that hardly mattered.

She might have to talk to Clarke about the neck thing later, given Costia's unfortunate slip in telling the girl how it affected her.  It wasn't super serious, but she did have to make it clear that just because something might make her body freeze up and her mind pleasantly hazy, doesn't mean that Clarke was free to do it to her whenever.  Among friends who she trusted, that wasn't really an issue. If it was just the two of them, well, that would change things.

As relatively pleasant as Clarke had been all day long, for as much effort she put into note-taking at the earlier panel on LGBT equality in media, she hadn't earned that level of vulnerability from her. Not yet, at least, which was still a big step up from before the weekend when she would have pegged that notion as impossible for Clarke to earn.

Anya liked the small signs of growth that she saw, even if they came saddled with frustrating levels of teasing and playful banter that made her heart swell more than she was currently comfortable with.

She hoped that maybe by the end of the summer, Clarke would have improved enough for her to consider the girl a friend.

That certainly would be a wild turn of events, all things considered.

Anya leaned up against Clarke's SUV, Lexa mirroring her position a foot to her side, both staring off toward the convention center and Costia respectively.  It'd been a long weekend. Maybe not a great one, or even a good one, but it was memorable enough. That much, she could be certain of.

"So, any fancy plans for you and Cos for the rest of your time here?" Anya asked, turning her gaze to her cousin.

"We have a dinner reservation at seven, and there's a club she wants to go to, and knows someone who can get us in for the monthly LGBT night. I can't imagine it'll be very busy, since it's a Sunday, but I know we'll have a good time." Lexa smiled, watching Clarke and Costia discuss something rather animatedly.

"You'll be dancing with Costia...you'll be ecstatic." Anya chimed in, drawing an easy laugh from her best friend.

"True enough. What about you?" Lexa asked, shifting her attention, curious green eyes boring into her skull.

Anya wasn't sure what she meant, but something in her eyes said Lexa wasn't talking about what kind of sleep she'd be getting that night. "What about me?"

Lexa shrugged and nodded towards the duo ahead of them. "Anything planned with Clarke?"

"She's driving me home? I don't know, ask her." Anya noted, not really sure what Lexa was getting at. They had a long ride back home, and it'd be quite late by the time they got in. Not exactly room for adventure or a detour.

"I'm just saying, Anya...she's made an effort. Give her a chance." Lexa's request was a little off, but she didn't blame her cousin for that, not having been around to have the full context.

"That's all I've been giving her all weekend, for your sake, even when she hadn't earned one." She shot back, letting out a frustrated huff as Clarke gave Costia a quick hug and started heading over. "I'm just giving her a chance at earning her way to friendship. She hasn't earned anything past that, Lexa."

Lexa exhaled heavily and pulled Anya into a hug. "You're very frustrating, you realize that?" Her cousin asked, laughing. "I'll see you tomorrow when I get home. I love you."

"Love you, too. Enjoy yourselves tonight." Anya offered, giving Lexa a tight squeeze before reluctantly letting go, knowing she'd have to face down the next few hours now.

About as soon as she and Lexa had separated, Clarke was there, holding open the passenger side door. "Your chariot awaits, Cinderella."

Lexa's laughter had Anya shooting her cousin a quick playful glare, even if her own blushing was a tiny bit embarrassing. "Not funny." She insisted before turning to Clarke. "Not Cinderella."

Clarke lifted her hands and nodded. "Too far, I get it. Sorry...and with that in mind, let me make it up to you with something to give us a break from the heat?"

"Something like what?" She asked, brain shifting gears a little because the heat and humidity really had been pretty overwhelming today. Something to help her cool off would be a welcome reprieve.

"Like...Dairy Queen? You're still royalty, princess." Clarke offered, immediately sending Anya's stomach rumbling with desire.

It was very tempting to blurt out her approval of the plan.

Lexa, of course, managed to make that call even if she wasn't so quickly committed. "Chocolate Xtreme blizzards put Anya in a happy place for at least an hour. That's a good idea." Lexa interjected as she stepped away. "Have a safe trip, you two! I'll see you soon."

Clarke waved Lexa off, but her focus was dead set on Anya. "Chocolate, hrm? I can definitely help with that."

"As far as detours go, I suppose it's not a bad one." Anya admitted with a dramatic sigh, climbing into the passenger seat.

Clarke quickly rounded the vehicle and hopped into the driver's seat, starting the car up.

"Let's get this show on the road, shall we?"

Clarke wasn't completely sure what her plans would be when she arrived home from her trip, but one thing was for certain: she'd be sending some sort of floral arrangement to Lexa for the tip.

She'd gambled and ordered Anya a large of her favourite blizzard in the drive-thru, and for the last fifteen minutes, it'd paid off in more ways than one. Anya, as Lexa had predicted, was definitely in her happy place, entirely content to slowly mill away at her treat in the passenger seat, happy as a goddamn clam.

On top of that was a bit of a revelation, if one she needed to keep to herself for the near future. Her goal had been to make Anya happy, given what she'd had to put up with over the weekend, but Clarke didn't expect to get distracted by Anya's quiet little moans of pleasure, the look of pure bliss across her features, the way each spoonful would reduce Anya to this entirely serene state.

She'd always been attracted to a sort of softness in women, and she'd never seen more than a few brief spurts of that from Anya until now. But with the way Anya looked, with how she was behaving and reacting beside her? It'd been fifteen minutes of this, and all Clarke wanted to do was pull the car over, pull Anya onto her lap, and enjoy that side of her up close and personal.

Of course, it'd be intensely inappropriate and Anya would absolutely reject her, so Clarke just tried to focus on the road ahead, and not the soft, content moans from her right. Maybe there was some underboob sweat, not that anyone could prove it.

It was about ten miles later when Anya set her empty container in the cup holder. "Ughhh, I'm going to regret this tomorrow." Anya groaned, even though her lips still curled up into a smile as she peered down. "A crop top was a bad idea."

"Please, you look incredible." Clarke stated with a laugh, eyebrows rising at Anya's quick scoff. "Okay, seriously, you downed a large blizzard and your stomach's still ninety-nine percent flat. Still as cute as before, and you've rocked that crop top today. But if you want, I can take a run with you tomorrow morning? Or you can come swim in my pool, given this heat's supposed to hold up until next weekend."

She could only spare glances Anya's way, wanting to be a responsible driver, but she only needed a fraction of a second to see the changed tint in her cheeks. "A pool?" Anya asked, sounding skeptical, perhaps for good reason, since Clarke usually didn't exercise in the thing.

"It's long, enough to swim laps. Wide enough for a few. I usually run, but I wouldn't be opposed to swimming so long as I had company." She clarified, noticing Anya nodding in her periphery.

"And if I were to leave after our workout?" It was a fair enough question, one that hinted at a talk Clarke had been expecting, even if she'd been hoping to delay it a while longer.

"Then you leave. I'm not going to pull the hospitality card and demand you stay for brunch. You've...been good to me this weekend, but it doesn't mean we're friends.  Even if I might want that, it doesn't mean you do, or that I'm where I need to be for that to happen." Clarke answered, not really managing to hide the disappointment she felt at that portion of reality.

Because it was disappointing. Given the opportunity, she felt like they could really get along, that they could click, but she'd unknowingly sabotaged that potential over the years. She only had herself to blame, but she had to believe that she could fix it, too.

She'd just need Anya's help figuring out how.

"Okay." Anya let out quietly, barely audible above the hum of the vehicle traveling down the highway. "Okay, good. I wasn't sure you understood, but it's...it's good that you know. Because I approve of the effort you've put into learning and understanding, but...you need to know that some of the things you do...you can't do those when we're alone."

Clarke cocked her head in thought, having an idea of what Anya was on about, but not fully getting it. "Like...the neck thing?" She asked, earning an easy nod. "I didn't mean anything by it."

"You don't have to mean anything. What matters is...well, the result." Anya added, not really clarifying much of anything. After a few seconds of silence on her part, Anya let out a sigh. "Do you understand what consent is?"

"Obviously." She laughed, having campaigned for it to be included in their high school's sex ed curriculum.

"So you understand that a person's body can respond in certain ways regardless of if a person wants it to react that way." Anya clarified, laying bare the issue at hand, immediately forming a deep pit in Clarke's stomach at the thought of having even minutely violated Anya. "Don't feel guilty, I felt perfectly safe in the diner earlier, and when we met Lexa and Costia for lunch. Each of the three times you did it, I had two friends nearby who knew me, who understood my responses and boundaries, and who could speak for me, or intervene if needed."

Clarke nodded, starting to understand Anya's qualms, knowing how close she'd come to violating Anya's boundaries throughout the day. Her heart hurt at the idea that she almost fucked it all up again without even realizing. "But if we were alone, or you didn't have friends around, then you wouldn't feel safe." Clarke spoke slowly, remorse burning at her gut again at Anya's slow nod. "I would never purposely hurt you, I hope you believe that."

"I do. But you have to know how dangerous it is for me. I'm touch-starved, Clarke. My family...none of them have ever been touchy-feely types in the least, and I barely have any friends. Even then, the overwhelming majority of what I get are quick hugs, but even they're not real common, and maybe snuggling on the couch a small handful of times a year with Lexa and Costia." Anya explained, casting some light onto their experiences that weekend, and how hard it must have been for Anya to have done what she did the previous night in sleeping with her and keeping her wrist safe. Had she known what trouble it might have caused, she never would have taken the second option. "They understand what touch does to me...how sensitive I am to it. I don't want to react the way I do a lot of times, it's...it's embarrassing. I can lose myself in it, because I want it, I yearn for it, and that makes it dangerous, because anyone can do that to me. Anyone."

"I'd have all the control." Clarke mused.

Anya let out another sigh, slumping a little in her seat as she stretched out her legs. "Yes, you would."

"Then I promise not to touch you without asking permission. And if you say no, I'll let it go." Clarke asserted, fingers rolling in a wave atop the steering wheel as she fought to contain her emotions. "I want to be the kind of person you can feel safe around. I want to be your friend one day."

"It might take time." Anya spoke just as Clarke glanced her way. She looked small, gaze only flickering Clarke's way for a tiny blip of a second, head ducking ever so slightly. As if maybe Anya wasn't sure someone would be willing to put in the time, to have the patience to stick it out.

But she would. They were both going to New York after the summer break to start university, and even if Anya hadn't been all set to move near where she'd be living, she'd still want to have someone kind and passionate in her life.

"However long either of us needs, I'm good. You're worth it." Clarke admitted, reveling a little in the shy smile that sprouted on Anya's lips, even if Anya hid it as she turned her gaze out the side window.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Clarke."

She rolled her eyes at the predictable remark, unable to contain her own grin as she grabbed her mango-pineapple smoothie and finished it off, savoring the taste and the hint of progress she'd made, given the slight airiness of Anya's voice.

"Good thing I'm exactly where I want to be."

It might have been the warmth and humidity. Maybe it was the vague sounds nearby, or the way that the soothing rumble fell away to stillness.

Whatever it was, Anya found herself drifting out of slumber, frowning at having some restful relaxation pulled away. It'd been a long weekend, she deserved some rest.

"...ya, we're here." She heard, voice growing clearer quickly, a whole lot closer than she expected, and coming from her right. "Come on, pretty girl, you've got a bed waiting for you inside. My car's not that comfy, sleeping beauty."

Anya let out a tired groan and moved to stretch her legs, allowing her eyes to flutter open reluctantly, since she was comfortable. Clarke was right there, so close, kind blue eyes looking back at her, lips spreading into a smile as Anya's vision focused.

"Sleeping beauty married the first guy who came along and kissed her." Anya noted, blinking away the sleep from her eyes as she stretched the rest of her body and unfastened her seatbelt. "But thank you for driving me home."

Clarke stepped away, giving Anya room to get out of the SUV. "I was happy to have you along for the ride. I brought your luggage to the door, so you don't have to worry about much aside from getting inside and getting ready for bed."

"Thank you for that." Anya conceded with a smile, peeking past Clarke towards her door. Her smile twisted into a frown as she wondered why there was a large white bag beside her luggage. "What's the extra bag?"

"Well, thing is, we made a deal the other night that I owed you some things. And one of those things wasn't specified, and...well, I figured that until you figure out what that is, maybe what's in the bag could tide you over, more as thanks for giving me a good weekend than anything." Clarke rambled, teeth gnawing at her lower lip. "But don't open it until you're in your room. Do you promise?"

Anya nodded blearily, not really understanding how Clarke had a good weekend given all that had happened, but it was a nice gesture, even if it wasn't at all necessary.

"I promise. You didn't have to do that, though." Anya stated, finding it endearing how Clarke stood tall even if it was clear she was nervous.

"If I find myself in a position to do nice things, I try to do them. If I see an opportunity to show gratitude, I try to take it." Clarke clarified, shrugging her left shoulder. "I should let you get settled in for the night. I hope you sleep well, Anya."

Anya smiled, holding Clarke's soft gaze. "Sweet dreams, Clarke. Drive safe."

She watched Clarke grin and nod, backing away slowly and rounding the car over to the driver's side. It was only polite to see her off, so Anya waited, offering one last wave to the girl before the SUV made the slow descent down her driveway and vanished off down the road.

Once Clarke was out of sight, she made her way up the walkway to her house, needing a moment to find her keys so she could let herself in, knowing her parents were off visiting her aunt until Wednesday at the earliest, helping her with home renovations.

Her home was just as she'd left it, the warm familiarity bringing a wide smile to her face as she hauled her luggage and the mysteriously large and light bag up the stairs and into her room on the left. Not wanting to waste time moving around when her body and mind were tired, she made a quick detour into the bathroom with a change of clothes for a fast shower and a truncated form of her nightly routine.

It was good to be home, to revel in the comfort of her fluffy duvet, to enjoy the firm bounce of her mattress as she flopped onto it, nearly ready to zonk out. Key word being nearly, given her curiosity still demanded her higher functions remain active until she opened that bag.

With more caution than was likely necessary, Anya peeled away the tape holding the bag closed and pulled it open, not quite understanding or believing her eyes as she met the dark gaze of a stuffed elcor.

After a few blinks and gentle rubbing of her eyes, nothing changed. Calyn, the elcor ambassador, was staring back at her from in the bag. With more care than was probably warranted, she pulled him out of the bag, minding the potentially sticky tape, and set him beside her, nearly dismissing the bag until she noticed it wasn't empty. Maybe the Mass Effect colouring book had a laugh bubbling out of her throat. Maybe the Wonder Woman-themed slippers only magnified that, even if they looked nice and warm for use in the cooler weather.

Anya reluctantly left the bed and grabbed some scissors to cut the tags off the slippers and Calyn, but as she took hold of the elcor's tag, she realized there was a small note on the back.

'Told you I pay attention to details. Hope the big dude's better company than I was! - C'

She shook her head, allowing herself another laugh as she snipped the tags away, impulsively deciding to store Clarke's note in her nightstand's drawer before slipping under the covers and curling up with her very huggable elcor.

Perhaps Clarke could pull off managing to build towards a friendship with her after all.

[officialbabayaga]

i was tagged by @peevesies thank u!! :*

THE LAST

1. Drink:  shitty latte from one of those fancy latte machines 2. Phone call: uhh i think my mom, we do weekly phone calls 3. Text message: my awesome cousin roo ( @phyllisdietrichson ) who doesn’t mind me texting multi-paragraph Feelings about harry potter and how angry i am at literally every character besides harry 4. Song you listened to: honestly i’ve been listening to audiobooks and podcasts exclusively for the past few weeks (...maybe months) to keep the Sadness™ away 5. Time you cried: lol literally 20 minutes ago i’m pmsing and i’m listening to Deathly Hallows 6. Dated someone twice: like date someone then break up but get back together? never lol 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: i don’t think i’ve ever regretted a kiss actually, just been like ‘oh well, that happened.’ 8. Lost someone special: a couple years ago 9. Been cheated on: never 10. Been depressed: lol yea 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: last time was june-ish? tequila and cider on an empty stomach was maybe... not the best idea i’ve ever had Three favorite colors - grey, dark green, lavender

IN THE LAST YEAR I HAVE

15. Fallen out of love: nope 16. Laughed until you cried: yeah probably 17. Found out someone has been talking about you: i don’t think so? like, probably, but no one snitched to me abt it 18. Met someone who changed you: like irl or online bc my hockeyfriends are so so dear to me, if that counts 19. Found out who your friends are: ?? i graduated in high school since 2011 calm down

20: Kissed someone on your Facebook list: probably

GENERAL

21. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: lol like none now, i haven’t been on facebook in about 3 years 22. Do you have any pets: my two catbabies! love those idiots 23. Do you want to change your name: nah i think zoe suits me 24: What did you do for your last birthday: it was actually like a week and a half ago, i went to a portland thorns game with roo and then spent the rest of the weekend up at my mom’s place, it was super chill and nice :) 25. What time did you wake up: i’m dogsitting rn and sweet maggie MUST be walked at 7 every morning and she never lets me forget it 26. What were you doing at midnight last night: chillin in bed, on this hellsite 27. Name something you can’t wait for: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh like,, graduate, finding a fulfilling job, adopting like 7 pets w my emma,,, 28. When was the last time you saw your mom: last week 29. What are you listening to right now: harry potter i JUST SAID 30. Have you ever talked to someone named Tom: in my life? probably 31. Something that is getting on your nerves right now: these loud mass of fun and carefree friends have had rowdy and LOUD gatherings on the communal balcony of this fancy apartment complex i’m staying at to dogsit like EVERY NIGHT and it’s like STOP YELLING!! WHY CAN’T YOU HAVE FUN QUIETLY YOU’RE ALL RIGHT THERE YOU DON’T HAVE TO YELL1!!!!! 32. Most visited website: god don’t make me say it  33. Hair color: uhhhh right now it’s part yellowish, part pinkish, part periwinkleish, and i need to bleach my roots bc they’re like a really ashy brown 34. Short or long hair: long, i REALLY need a haircut my ends are literally destroyed 35. Do you have a crush on someone: nah?

36. What do you like about yourself: i never get hangovers, i’m good at writing academic papers, and i can make a perfect pig sound

37. Any piercings: seven right now, desperately wanting a rook piercing (i think that’ll have to be the last one unless i decide to go crazy and go for some really out there ones) 38: blood type: okay am i supposed to know that bc i don’t 39: Nickname: zo, ducky,  40. Relationship status: <3 @crybabysteve 41. Zodiac: virgo 42. Pronouns: she/her (but like... any of them really. one of my friends in HS used exclusively male pronouns & nicknames with me and that was cool too) 43. Favourite TV show: uuugggGGGHHHHHH okay the ones i watch/rewatch most often are veronica mars, miss fisher, twin peaks (s1), leverage, chopped, and project runway 44. Tattoos: just one so far because i’m SO POOR 45. Right or left handed: right 46. Surgery: my wisdom teeth, if those count 47: Sport: hockeyyyy (everyone is so surprised, i know) 48. Vacation: anywhere as long as i can stay for free  49. Trainers: like the shoes? there’s this one kind of nike that almost has enough arch support for my flat ass feet 50. Eating: nothing rn 51. Drinking: this lukewarm shitty latte 52. I’m about to: try to force myself to work on a project  53. Waiting for: probs hockey 54. Want: my uterus to calm down 55. Get married: yes please                                                                                 56. Career: something about wildlife caretaking and education. i’m not picky PLEASE just give me a job

WHICH IS BETTER

57. Hugs or kisses: hugs 58. Lips or eyes: both? 59. Short or Tall: tall.. not that it’s hard to be taller than me 60. Older or younger: uhhhh my age? 61. Nice arms or stomach: A R M S  62. Hookup or relationship: relationship   63. Troublemaker or Hesitant: both idk i don’t like this question

HAVE YOU EVER

64: kissed a stranger: yes 65: drank hard liquor: yes 66. Lost glasses/contact lenses: ughhh yes 67. Had your heart broken: lol nah 68. Been arrested: nope 69. Cried when someone died: yes 70. Fallen for a friend: yupp

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

71. Yourself: attempts have been made 72. Miracles: idk man the world is a mysterious place 73. Love at first sight: nope 74. Santa Claus: no?? 75. Kiss on the first date: like do i believe that they happen? 76. Angels: god idk

OTHER

Eye color: hazel Favorite Movie(s): dead poets’ society, empire records, pride and prejudice (2005 dir. joe wright), clueless

Tag 20 people: haa like i know that many people

if you want to do this i would love to see it, mutual or not!