#I love their singular pair of pink eyelash

[sincerelyrki]

forbidden fruit

how would four best friends, all helplessly in love with their other best friends big sister, react to getting her leaked sex tape sent them via a groupchat? there was only two options. one was to ignore it, and the other was to act on it.

pairing : enha!hyungline x fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. oral (m+f). fivesome. anal. double penetration. pool sex. anal (f). spitting. choking. partial MxM. brothers best friend(s). jealousy. profanity. spit. cum eating/sharing. sunghoon has a breeding kink. unsafe sex. name calling/slight degradation. marking. reverse harem. a singular photo gets taken. begging. switch!jay. switch!jake. dom!heeseung. dom!sunghoon. switch!reader. whining. 18+.

wc : 7.9k

a/n : been gone for a while and about to disappear again… i’ve been too busy to do literally anything, i just got back from a month vacation and i’m leaving again for another week on friday. anyways not sure how i feel about this but i hope you can accept this as an apology for my absence 🙏 don’t be shy to leave feedback, i’d love to hear everyones thoughts <3

written perm taglist : @vousty @ilololoveyou @moon0fthenight

An alluring person you were, the sweet nectar of a forbidden fruit strong with your scent as you swayed passed them. 

A forbidden fruit, that’s all you were- all they allowed you to be. 

It was hard staying away from you, their shared desire to hold you, to bend you over any surface was nearly impossible to hold back. 

The rush of heat racing across their bodies, the unforgiving hairs on their tensed necks raising with interest at every innocent graze of your skin. Your short skirts quickly became a problem amongst your four friends, your thick thighs peeking out beneath the tight material- fuck it was a sight out of every man’s wet dreams. 

Your innocent eyes could do nothing to stop their reactions. Your long eyelashes fluttering lightly against your shined cheeks, pink with your favourite blush, pretty lips pulling up into the sweetest smile- you’re fucking ruining them, and they did nothing to stop it. 

It was wrong to think of you in this way, to picture you in any compromising position. So wrong to imagine the bruises on your knees, caused by your foolishly clumsy tumbles, to be a result of your mouth against them, well… wrapped around them. 

Hearing about your sexual conquers was one thing, but seeing it was a completely different story. At least for one of the options they could pretend it never happened, that it was nothing more than a misspeaking- a horrible mistake of a slip of a tongue. 

But after all, there was nothing they could do. Fate was more than cruel when they made you nothing more than their best friends older sister.

Taunting wasn’t it? Dangling the one thing they all wanted in front of their noses, allowing them a preview of the woman they all dreamt about late at night with their warm palms wrapped around their leaking cocks, crying with the simulation of what they imagined your mouth, god what your fucking pussy would feel like wrapped tight around them. 

Their thoughts would torture them with the idea of what you would sound like, and how you would look while they manipulated your body to best fit their size. 

Their imagination was so cruel, so. fucking. cruel. It was too easy to imagine your mouth in place of their hands, to pretend that the nasty audio in their ears was in reality, your whimpers. They would ignore their phone's notification, their volume sensitivity going off as the wanton moans in their ears rose in volume. Their questions kept them up even longer, their palms tightening to an almost painful hold as their mind uncontrollably spiralled.

Would you beg for them to wrap their fingers around your neck while they pounded deep into you? Would you push them onto their backs, dropping your entire weight back down onto them? Would you leave pretty scratches up their backs, purposefully using your nails to carve your initials deep into their shoulders?

As said before, it was fucking torture. 

So imagine their collective shock when they woke up to a mysterious group chat, one that only included two things. A message, and a short thirty-second video.

It wasn’t only the obvious gloating message that outraged them, but rather it was the very compromising, and also very nude, photo of you that was set as the thumbnail.

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*one video attached*

well, it looks like I won, doesn’t it?

heeseung 

what the fuck?

jay

holy shit, is that yn? 

heeseung 

don’t look, just delete it

sunghoon

too late, I’m going to kill him

jake

you don’t even know who he is😭

jay

she doesn’t look like she’s enjoying it…

even a blind man could tell that she was faking it

heeseung

fucking prick, I could make her feel so much better

sunghoon

she’s mine, back tf off?

heeseung

in what fucking universe?

jake

I don’t remember there being a rule against sharing

jay

all four of us?

jake

I mean… why not? 

And once again, that was something they all agreed on.  

As usual, you came waltzing downstairs right at eight in the evening. Nothing appeared different about the way you came in, your hair in its usual updo with one of your many pretty sundresses tight around your bust. 

To the older boys, it was crazy how unaffected you looked. A sour taste filled Sunghoon’s mouth, his eyes glaring holes into your exposed calves. 

He watched the way you walked, the slight bounce in your step only noticeable due to his heavy stare, his distaste growing the longer he watched the way you moved.

No Hickeys? Clearly, the man you chose last night wasn’t the right option because if he was then he would’ve been like Sunghoon. He would’ve thrown your legs over his shoulders as he pressed his tongue deep into your greedy hole, leaving hickeys all across your inner thighs with matching fingerprints. 

He wouldn’t stop even when you cried with sensitivity, your legs shaking around his body while your bottom lips quivered uncontrollably. 

No limp? Once again, Sunghoon would’ve never let you leave his room until he physically had to hold your body straight. You’d feel him for the next week, feel his aching thrusts every time he ever thought about touching another man. 

Sunghoon thought that it was obvious that a girl like you deserved to be ravished, to be loved on to the point where it had you questioning everything about yourself. 

But it seemed that only a few shared his same feelings, his eyes catching the way his slightly older friends’ hands clenched against their thighs. 

“Are you going anywhere today?” Jake felt his body stiffen at the way your dress swayed at your knees when you came to a stop, your arms crossing against your chest as you smiled at your younger brother.

Jake’s eyes followed the movement, his mouth opening and closing observing the way your chest pushed up at your innocent action. His thoughts raced at the way they’d feel pressed around his hard dick, the image itself causing his shorts to tighten. 

It was when he met your eyes that he realized what he was doing, his eyes snapping to the side while he repositioned himself. He was fortunate enough to have been wrapped in a blanket, his growing size hidden away from your sight. 

But even then all he felt was your eyes staring straight through him. He allowed himself to look back up once, guilt flooding his system when you passed him a cute smile. He was a fucking perv, and no one but himself was there to witness it all. 

“No, I had a long day yesterday.” Rage. His eyes burned with an invisible fire that quickly melted away any guilt, the video playing in front of his eyes once again- as if the other fifty-seven times wasn’t enough. “I think I’m just going to spend my day by the pool, practice my breathing.” Jake caught onto the innuendo right away, a barely noticeable wink getting thrown his way before you turned your attention back to your brother. 

Your younger brother, Jungwon, hummed at your words. Everyone knew he wasn’t paying close attention to you, your words going in one ear and out the other while he leaned against his spread knees, hands wrapped around his white controller.

“Fuck- okay, um I think the hyungs wanted to go swimming today too-“ Jungwon’s cursing became blurred out as his words grew heavy in the air. Without meaning to, Jungwon graced his friends with the perfect scenario. 

“Not sure about the others, but I think I’d love to go swimming with you.” Heeseung stood up, his eyes never looking away from your own as he dramatically stretched his arms up, his shirt pulling up to display the bottom half of his torso- flexing his muscles in the process.

His lips pulled up at the side when he saw the way you shamelessly stared at his abs, your eyes burning lines into his skin as they trailed across every inch of exposed skin. His ego could only expand seeing the way you rubbed your knees together at the sight of his v-line.

And when a throat clearing on his other side moved your attention from his body, Heeseung wanted nothing more than to punch Jay’s faux shy smirk off his lips. 

Jay pushed forward, his chest stopping centimetres from yours. “I don’t have any trunks, do you mind showing me where the spares are?” He tilted his head to the side with a much less shy smile, his eyebrows slightly raising as he waited for your response. 

He made the effort to never look away from your eyes, his pupils expanding under the bright light. It was only then that you noticed the light freckles spreading across the expanse of his nose, your eyes connecting the new constellations as his question faded into the back of your mind. 

Jay saw one of the boys move forward before he felt them, a hand-clapping against his shoulder before he was spun towards them. Sunghoon’s face was bare of expression, his hold on Jay’s shoulder tightening with every word that came from his lips- “Well luckily for you I also need a pair and I happen to know exactly where Jungwon keeps them.” 

Sunghoon didn’t look your way before he turned his back to the two of you, his footsteps light as he began descending down the hallway. You watched through a haze as the other boys followed, their overlapping whispers barely audible over each other.

But at last, you managed to make out one before the four of them disappeared from your sight, “we all have trunks, we literally planned on using them last night?” And with that, a smirk grew on your lips. 

Naivety was one game that you had mastered from an early age, it was about time they caught on. And so you turned on your heel, walking towards the laundry room to collect one of your many pool towels. 

“I’m going out, Minjae needs help setting up for the party tomorrow.” Your brother rushed past you, his hand plucking your sunglasses from your head with a playful smile, “I think I'll be needing these a bit more.” And with the close of the door, you decided to ditch your towel. 

If the boys were playing the game you thought they were then you definitely wouldn’t be needing one. 

All four boys couldn’t move their eyes from your barely covered form, their mouths practically open and drooling watching the way you pulled your dress up. 

The sun kissed your skin in a perfectly golden hue, your body glistening with an addictive enhancement due to a thin layer of sweat. 

Their cheeks grew warm as they watched you pull the fabric over your hips, their greedy eyes drinking in all newly exposed skin. They were all aware that they were tiptoeing the line of being perverted, but god the way you moved was fucking hypnotizing. 

One second they had you, and the next they didn’t. You went diving into the deep end, a perfected technique that they would’ve commented on under any other circumstances. 

By the time you rose from the water, time moved in slow motion. Your hair slung over your shoulder, droplets of water cascading down your face- dripping everywhere from your lips to your eyelashes. 

A forbidden fruit, that’s still all you were. 

Half an hour later, that stance was impossible to believe. Heeseung had you right where he wanted you, your covered core pressed against his, discretely grinding against him as you pretended to play colours. 

“hm, is your colour red?” Your head tilted to the side, arms wrapped around his shoulder as you prepared to get dunked again. 

“No.” He lied. His colour was, in fact, red, but in his defence you just looked way too good in his arms, wrapped around him. He wasn’t sure how he managed to get into this situation, but after a singular look from you, he had folded.

He was almost positive that for the game colours the second player would be held bridal style, but you insisted otherwise. And Heeseung decided then and there that he’d never argue with a pretty girl.

“How about green?” Heeseung shook his head once, a cheesy smile on his lips. You groaned out loud, your hand smacking against the water as you threw your little tantrum.

Heeseung decided against dunking you this time, your cute upset smile warming his chest. “How about a different game, truth or dare?” 

You jumped up with excitement, the movement causing Heeseung to groan. You both paused, eyes wide once you realized what just happened. 

“Oh- I’m sorry-“ You tried apologizing to which Heeseung just shushed you, his face bright red. “Truth or dare?” He decided to change the subject, giving you an appreciative smile once you reciprocated it. 

“No, can I go first?” Heeseung jokingly rolled his eyes at you, his arms propping up on the poolside behind him. 

“Truth.” Heeseung assumed this would be the easy way out, as it usually was. It wasn’t that he had any secrets to hide, so why wouldn’t he choose truth?

“Have you ever had sex in a pool?” This, perhaps, is the only time Heeseung wishes that he chose dare. 

“No.” He didn’t provide an explanation, not even after you desperately begged for one. It was the truth, he never has. He didn’t see the appeal to hook up with someone in the pool, because what’s the point? 

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” Heeseung wasn’t shocked, dare having been your go-to since you were a child. 

“I dare you kiss me.” Heeseung thought you’d reject him, leave him to go bother someone else. But you’ve been the person to deny a dare.

And so you leaned forward, connecting your lips. It was only a second long, but it managed to changed your entire dynamic. 

“Truth or dare?” And against Heeseung’s better judgment, he finally chose dare. 

“I dare you to fuck me.” 

Heeseung knew it was risky, but a dare was a dare, right? 

“Are you seriously  fucking in the pool?” Heeseung froze, there’s no way they just got caught- “Are you jealous?” there was no denying it now. 

If you didn’t care that the others knew, why would he? And so he pulled at the two strings holding your bottoms together, completely removing them. 

The other boys’ faces fell when they saw Heeseung raise your bottoms, betrayal swimming across their faces watching the way his hands controlled your body.

“What the fuck-” Jake choked out after a minute of watching his best friend trust into you, the way your legs wrapped around his waist as you filled your hips to match his pace.

Your moan awoke something deep within them, a desire that made each of them forget about the entire “forbidden fruit” bullshit.

“Don’t be rude, share.” Heeseung rolled his eyes at Sunghoon’s demand but complied. There was plenty of time for Heeseung to make you cum, this one time won’t make a difference.

He hauled you onto the side of the pool, your cunt exposed for all of them to see. Sunghoon didn’t waste a minute before he threw your legs over his shoulder, pressing his face into you. 

Your hands wrapped around his loose hair, the wet strands pulling together in a makeshift ponytail. He started by licking across the labia, his tongue flat against the entirety of you. 

He used two fingers to spread you, his nose pushing against your clit as he lapped at your leaking hole, his quiet groan causing vibrations to speak across your entire body. 

His touch awakened many of the nerves in your body, his tongue bringing you to a place no other man managed to and that was only within the first minute. You didn’t even want to imagine the way you’d feel by the time you finished on his face, would it be as good as you hoped? Or even better?

Jake was growing impatient, his face nearly pressed against your leg as he watched the way Sunghoon ate you- his entire body throbbing with need.

Heeseung noticed and nudged Jake forward, his head nodding towards the place Sunghoon’s head was buried, “we’re sharing, remember?”

Jake didn’t need to be told twice, easily sliding between your leg and Sunghoon’s arm. You looked at Jake with confusion, having never been put in a situation where two men wanted to have you at the same time. 

But Jake didn’t care, all he needed was to taste you- to feel your pulse against his tongue. 

Once he knew that you were watching he lowered his head towards the place where Sunghoon’s mouth was attached to you, both men making eye contact for half a second before the other man shifted to the side- making room for the other.

Your jaw dropped open when he attached his mouth to your clit, his tongue using the mixture of your wetness and Sunghoon’s spit to move in spirals. 

It seemed that the lewd noises from Jake caught the attention of the other two boys, their jaws matching yours. “Holy shit-“ Heeseung leaned forward to view better, his hand coming down to push Jake’s hair from his face. 

The three of you watched as the two boys performed, their tongues pressing together as they switched positions, Jake pulling one of your knees over his shoulder in an attempt to pull you closer. 

Heeseung used his hold on Jake’s hair to tilt his head closer to Sunghoon’s, their lips practically touching with every move. “Our baby deserves a better view.” He tsked from his position on your side, eyebrows furrowed while he watched the boys walk an invisible line.

Sunghoon’s heavy eyes glared up towards Heeseung, his sticky cheeks glistening so pretty under the pool's lights. There were some things that Sunghoon could ignore, but a blatant challenge? He’d be dead before he proved anyone wrong.

And so, while maintaining eye contact, he turned his head towards Jake. He pushed his lips against the side of the boys, pushing his tongue to lick at the exact stop Jake was lapping at. 

Jake, of course, reciprocated right away- both boys practically making out against your cunt, strings of saliva connected the three of you together. And such performers they were, the other boys growing jealous at your undivided attention being pulled at the boys between your legs.

A rough tap on your cheek was enough to pull your attention back to a kneeling, now hands-free, Heeseung. One of his now free hands gripped at the area where your chin and neck meet, his thumb pressing directly on your pulse point. 

“Are they making you feel good?” He cooed, his lips jutting out while his other hand toyed with the string of his bathing suit bottoms. 

You nodded at his words, your face melting into his palms with a dumb look in your eyes. Heeseung barely managed to keep down his smile, his chest warming at the sight of you nuzzling against him. 

If it wasn’t for the throbbing in his lower body, then maybe he could’ve adored the sight for a minute longer. But his impatience grew thin the longer he heard the noise from between your legs, jealousy stirring deep in his stomach.

“Open your mouth.” His hand moved further up your chin, your cheeks now pressed between two of his fingers, tightening as he applied pressure, forcing your lips open. You tried your best to keep your lips sealed, a playful action that evoked the exact reaction you expected.

Heeseung’s eyes narrowed on demand, his nose slightly scrunching together as he looked at you with a look you recognized all too well. 

Your stomach tightened in anticipation, the rumours surrounding Heeseung’s kinks coming to your head.

It wasn’t a secret that Heeseung got around, but his partners seemed to remain a mystery. You had first heard the rumours in your eleventh-grade history class, a few girls crowded around the seat behind you, their voices mudding together as they formed their own fantasies. 

It wasn’t hard to hear the name of the man of the hour, your brother's best friend’s name being on your mind more times than it was supposed to.

It was a childhood crush, a dream that got crushed with the words spilling from the other girl's lips. They’d whisper about how Heeseung only bed college women, about how he only liked women with experience. 

In their words, he wanted someone who could “handle it.” At first, you didn’t understand what they meant, handle what? It was a week later when you finally understood, it was then when you decided that you were over him.

If you couldn't get under him, why not get over him? And that’s what you did, well until now. 

It was safe to say that the current you could handle him, your experience growing tenfold in the year after you graduated. 

But there was this one rumoured kink that you couldn’t seem to shake, one that has stuck around since the day you heard it. 

He rose to his feet, pushing his trunks down in a smooth swipe, completely exposing himself to your watering mouth. His hand returned to its position, pressing your mouth open once again. Only this time, you allowed him.  

His length felt heavy on your tongue, foreign to what you were used to. He was much bigger than most of your past partners, which you took as a good sign. 

There had to be some proof of the rumour, and you couldn’t help but take this as the first hint. The second hint came directly after, his tip hitting the back of your throat, bottoming out straight away.

Throatfucking? Sure it was pretty basic, but god some men just couldn’t do it. They either went too fast and shallow, barely reaching halfway across your tongue. Or they went too slow and deep, your boredom growing as they used your throat in a pathetic attempt.

Heeseung, the man who was almost known for his head game rumours, seemed to be the perfect fit. 

Your senses were filled with nothing but him. His taste filled your mouth, the precum coating your mouth in a layer of lubricant. Both your throat and scalp burned with each thrust, but it hurt so good.

His soft grunts made you all more pliant, loosening your jaw to allow more suction, it was a sight straight out of both of your wet dreams. Jay seemed to agree. 

Jay’s hand wrapped around the base of your throat, tightening- holding you in place. His breath tickled your ear as he blew warm air against it, his words slipping out with each harsh thrust getting pushed in.

“You can feel him so deep, can’t you?” He pressed small kisses along your jawline, trailing down to the center of your throat. He pulled away the tiniest bit, his eyes glowing with amazement as he watched the way your skin bulged every few seconds.

He raised a finger to press against the most prominent spot, his lips following suit as he began nipping against the same spot. “C’mon, I need you too…” He trailed off, alternating between kissing and sucking on your exposed neck. 

“Please, don’t make me beg.” Jay didn’t need to say another word, your hand already blindly searching for his shorts. His hand quickly guided yours, pushing it between his stomach and the elastic. 

His head fell against your shoulder, his chest pressed halfway across your back. He didn’t care for the man on his other side, his eyes closing as he melted into the feeling of your hands rubbing against his bare cock.

Heeseung’s head fell back at your increase of moans, the vibrations rushing his release. He quickly pulled out of your mouth, his hand gripping around his base as he stopped himself from cumming too early. 

Heeseung looked back between your legs, Sunghoon now sucking hickeys against your thighs as Jake pushed his finger into you, his tongue licking at the skin stretching around them. 

A cool shiver spread through his back, his bare body exposed to the cold wind blowing from the pool. It was then that he noticed that goosebumps were present along most of your arms, granted some were for other reasons, but it was the only sign he needed. 

Instead of using words, he just opted to lean toward the two boys still half-submerged in the water. He grabbed Jake’s hair, pulling his face away from your cunt. 

Jake’s eyes snapped up, confusion clouding his irises. Heeseung ignored the look before letting Jake go, reaching over to do the same thing to Sunghoon. 

Sunghoon caught onto Heeseung’s look way quicker, his body detaching from yours as he hauled himself from the pool, his trunks tight against his waist.

Jake, albeit still a bit confused, followed suit right away. Heeseung looked at Jake’s now bare thighs, his eyebrows furrowing in a silent question. 

Jake only shrugged, shooting him a sly smile before he used his thumb to point over his shoulder, his black trunks floating along the surface on the other side of the pool. 

All that was left was you and Jay, your full attention on him. His chest pushing harshly against you, his heartbeat thumping against your shoulder blades. 

“We’re going inside.” Jay shook his head against you, his hips pushing forward to rut into your warm hands. You clicked your tongue in faux annoyance, your fingers tightening almost painfully against him- forcing his movements to stop. 

You removed your hands from his shorts, your hands wrapping around the band to pull him in front of you. Your chests were pressed together, hearts beating as one. 

His watery eyes opened, meeting yours as his cheeks flushed. Your facade melted, your eyes filling with adoration at his needy expression. “We’re not done, you’ll feel so much better upstairs.” You whispered, ignoring all the other boy's eyes staring directly at your exposed body. 

Jay still didn’t move, his eyes pulling you in once again. Without a thought, you pushed your lips against his- tilting your head for a closer angle.

It wasn’t even ten seconds in when Heeseung came stomping over, his hand grabbing Jay’s hair to pull his lips away from yours. A thick string of spit stretched across both of your lips, your head following his. 

All boy's jaws dropped at your following action, their arousal and jealousy battling against each other. You leaned forward once more, your tongue pressing against the side of Jay's mouth, swiping from one side to the other.

You causally licked the spit from his lips before swiping at your own bottom lip. After a moment of silence, you looked up.

Jay’s mouth opened and closed, gaping at the sudden action. “You- what?” He blubbered out, shock heavy in his tone. And just as Jake did before, you just shrugged. “Can’t let it go to waste, can we?” You stood up using Sunghoon’s outstretched palm, entwining your fingers while sliding your slides back on. 

 “We’re going inside, now,” Heeseung growled towards Jay, his eyes watching your hips sway as you walked away. 

The second you stepped into your bedroom Sunghoon pushed you against the wall, his hand wrapped tight around your throat with his lips pushed into yours- pinning you down. 

He traced your entire body, nerves coming alive with every inch of unmarked space. He finally moved his eyes down to the marks on your thighs, his marks. 

Pride. Pride wasn’t a new feeling to Sunghoon, but he swears he’d never felt it this strong. He was almost happy that you were left unmarked, he didn’t even want to think about how he’d react to seeing proof of another man’s hands touching you. 

Sure he was furious that you weren’t getting the pleasure you deserved, but Sunghoon could give you all that and more. He’d give you anything, even if it meant sharing you with three of his friends. 

“Why didn’t you come to me?” He knew he had to ask now because if he didn’t then he wouldn’t ever build himself to. 

Your expression became guarded, lips pulling closed at his hurt tone. “What do you mean?” Sunghoon froze, did you not know?

You watched his reaction, the way he retracted into himself. “With your needs, I could’ve helped you.” He tried regaining his confidence, squaring his shoulders as he stood taller. 

“You wouldn’t have to fake it with me.” Ah, now you understood. A smirk rose on your lips, your hands moving on their own as you gripped his waist. 

“Are you sure? My other boys make me feel pretty good.” You stressed the last few words while your hands travelled further up his exposed torso- pressing against his lower stomach for a few seconds before tracing the lines between his flexed abs. 

Sunghoon hissed under his breath at your words, his eyes darkening at the mention of your former partners.

“The video didn’t seem very promising, we wouldn’t have you looking all neat, looking untouched.” It was then that Sunghoon realized the other boys were surrounding his other sides, their arms almost pressed against his. 

You looked up towards Heeseung, tilting your head with a fake pondering look, “A video?” He nodded once, his jaw clenched at your fake oblivious attitude. 

“And how did I look?” You wrapped your hand around Sunghoon’s, pulling it away from your neck. He took your action as a signal to move back, pulling his body from yours. 

All the boys stayed silent at your question- which was something that didn’t sit right with you. You looked at each of them before you landed on Jake, noting the way his cock twitched at your sudden attention. 

You turned your body to face him while ignoring all the other boys, your palm coming up to rest against his heaving chest. You made a show of trailing your finger across your collar bones, all the way up to your halter bikini top. 

“How did I look, Jakey?” A stuttered cough left his left the second your finger pulled at the knot, your top now dangling around your rib cage, your breast completely exposed. 

“I didn’t do this, did I?” You grabbed his wrists, moving his hands to press your breasts together. You contorted your expression into one of pleasure, your lips dramatically dropping open as you pretended to choke on your words. 

Jake shook his head to the side, his body moving on autopilot as he calculated his next moves. 

“No, but I think you knew that.” You pursed your lips while shaking your head at him, nose scrunching up in annoyance. “I didn't see the video, you did.”

Heeseung reacted before anyone else, his hand grabbing your arm to pull you towards your bed. 

“You’ve been bratty all night, clearly no one’s taught you to behave.” Heeseung pushed you flat against the bed, his knee pressing flesh against your sensitive pussy. You let out a loud mewl, your back arching into his knee. “I think you need to teach me again.” Your head flew back when you began moving your hips against him, his knee providing the perfect pressure against your swollen clit. 

Heeseung kept his arms crossed across his chest, expression unmoving as you used his knee to get off. Your whimpers had a clear effect on both Jay and Jake, both of their hands wrapped around their exposed cocks as they jerked themselves off at the sight. 

“P- please help, it doesn’t feel as good without someone’s help.” You blubbered out a beg, your lips pouting together while your lash line filled with unshed tears. Your desperation was clear, your hips stuttering against the bed due to the lack of pressure. 

“Aw look at you, a slutty baby who can’t do anything by herself.” Sunghoon cooed from over Heeseung’s shoulder, his hand holding onto his shoulder as he watched the way you rubbed against Heeseung. 

“But pathetic cry babies don’t deserve help, do they?” You rapidly shook your head, plethoras of different disagreements leaving your lips. 

“But you’re not a crybaby.” Jake joined into the taunting, kid body weighing you down as he kneeled to your side. His hands reached over to rub across your cheeks, his fingers catching your salty tears. You nodded your head, eyes wide with excitement thinking that at least one of them was on your side.

“So stop fucking crying.” His harsh words were still sung with the same cooing tone, his gentle hands contradicting their speech.

“M’not crying, not a baby.” Jake nodded along to your words, repeating them back to you once before he turned his head to look at the two boys standing above you. 

They both nodded toward Jay, who was still standing on the right side of the bed- opposite to Jake. Jake gave the other boy a single once-over before he nodded back at the other two. 

Jake placed a small kiss against the apple of your cheek, your salty tears sticking to his skin before stood up from his position. You, who read the situation wrong, began repeating your small sorrys. Apologies slipped from your mouth in a slobbly mantra, your desperate attempt to be touched once again. 

“You’re sorry?” It was a rhetorical question, but still- you answered. Heeseung took charge once again, his hand pressing against your knee- rubbing small circles into it. 

“Prove it to us.”

Jay, who removed his trunks at the door, crawled onto the bed beside you. He sat in the center of the bed, right above your head. “Make Jay feel good, show him how much you need him.”

You didn’t waste another second before you turned to your stomach, your ass pressed in the air as you arched towards the other boys. Your hand wrapped around Jay, your tongue peaking out to give small kitten licks to his tip.

Jay bit his lip in anticipation, his feet twitching by his side with each small touch. His head was filled with nothing but you, the thoughts of you. 

His nightly thoughts were finally getting played out, the warmth of your lips millimetres away from him drove him insane. But he wasn’t the only one growing desperate, the sharp smack against your ass laying it down. 

“Giving him those pathetic licks won’t do anything, even Sunghoon could do better.” Heeseung tutted, his hand smacking you once before before he pressed his hand flat against your upper back, pushing you closer to Jay. 

“What the fuck?” Sunghoon glared at Heeseung for adding his name, to which he just gave him an exasperated look. “You were the one practicing making out with Jake earlier, not me.”

Both named boys looked away, their cheeks burning bright red. “Whatever.” Sunghoon scoffed, his shyness still coming in full force as he recalled the way he reacted earlier. 

Their almost argument was cut off at the gasp Jay let out, all three of them watching the way his face pulled up in pleasure. Heeseung never thought that he’d enjoy watching another man’s reaction to getting their dick sucked, but he also never thought that he’d be sharing someone with three of his friends. 

The sounds coming from your lips were downright disgusting, slurps mixed with the occasional gag- but in a way, you’ve never sounded better. 

Heeseung could see the way Jake was stopping himself from stroking too much- not wanting to cum anywhere but in you. Sunghoon noticed it too, his small snickers catching the Australian boys attention. 

Jake’s jaw dropped when both boys stepped back, allowing Jake to take their place. He waited a few seconds, making sure that he was actually catching what they were throwing- and not making it up in his head. 

He got his answer in the way the boys moved on either side of the bed, Heeseung’s hand resting against Jake’s shoulder when he stepped beside him.

Heeseung gave him a small nudge, pushing him towards your legs. He gave a reassuring nod with a tight-lipped smile, and that was all Jake needed. 

“Comdom?” Heeseung leaned forward to meet your eyes, his question heavy in the air. Sunghoon stood with bated breath as he waited for your response, his chest blowing out when you finally shook your head. 

Jake knew you were spread enough, having been the one to stretch you out by the pool. And you certainly were wet enough, but even that couldn’t stop him from spitting on his palm- rubbing it across his entire dick. 

He used one hand to push your back into a further arch, the other wrapped around his base as he lined himself up. The second his tip entered you the tiniest bit- he pauses.

If this was going to be the only time he got to have you, why not savour it all? He removed his hand from his base but instead used it to spread your lips out. 

He got the full effect, watching the way your tight hole sucked him in- gripping him. His groan rolled from his mouth once he bottomed out, his balls slapping against you once before he pulled back out, slamming in harder the second time. 

Both of his hands were now gripping your hips, his short nails making half-moons across your skin as he repeatedly pulled you back into him.

You saw stars, the stimulation feeling like nothing before. You weren’t sure if you could ever go back to only fucking one person, not when two people against you felt this good. 

A cock in your mouth and one in your pussy, heaven. They were fucking ruining you, and you loved every moment of it. 

You felt the way Jay was getting closer, his noises growing quieter the longer he held his breath. You reached your hand under your chin, massaging his balls with one hand while the other pressed down on his pubic bone for stabilization.

You completely removed him from your lips, your tongue sticking out as you trailed it across his most prominent vein, curling it once around the tip before you swooped back down. You replaced your hand with your mouth, sucking his balls into your mouth while your hand twisted along the length. 

You used one finger to press against the slit on his tip, pressing it down. His hips shot forward, a loud moan breaking from his lips at the sensitivity. 

As quickly as you did that, you switched again. Your mouth sunk back down onto him, holding your breath as you held him deep in your throat. 

A second after he let out a pitchy breath, he released in your mouth. Usually, the taste of cum didn’t bother you. Sure it was usually bitter, but after a while, you just learned to ignore it. 

And maybe Jay tasted similar, but he tasted so different. He was addicting, every part of him. And it was for that reason that you didn’t pull away, why you kept going even when his body began twitching beneath you. It’s why you went faster when his broken pleads turned into inaudible sounds. It was why you swallowed around him a second time, swallowing everything he had to give you. Except this time, you held it in your mouth. 

You pulled off of him, his cum still in your mouth. You looked up towards Sunghoon, his eyes widening when you gestured to him to get closer. 

And maybe if you weren’t so fucking hot, then maybe he wouldn’t have complied. Maybe he wouldn’t have opened his mouth, allowing you to spit it into his own. Maybe he wouldn’t have listened to your next orders, but god, you were so fucking hot. 

“Share it with Jake.” They all knew what you meant, and at Jake’s small nod, they all knew exactly. what. you. meant. 

“Holy shit-” Jay’s jaw was on the ground as he watched his friends share his cum between their lips, their tongues twisting together as it grew more intense. 

If Jake’s thrusts meant anything, then you knew that he more than liked it. He loved it. 

“Sunghoon, join Jake.” Your head snapped over to Heeseung, your eyes wide as his words processed in your head. Heeseung ignored your look, staring dead into Sunghoon’s eyes. “I don’t think she’s proved herself yet, one cock in her clearly isn’t enough.” 

The next minute was a blur. One second you were arched into Jake, and the other you were sat on his lap with your legs wrapped around Sunghoon’s waist- his cock inches from you.

Heeseung’s fingers were pressed deep into your ass, the spilled lube coating Jake’s lower stomach. After the third finger, Heeseung decided you were stretched enough.  

Heeseung helped holding you up, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he lowered you onto Jake. Your arms tightened hard around him, your eyes falling closed at the new feeling of having someone pushing into you from the back. 

You’ve tried many things, but anal definitely wasn’t one. 

“Relax, let him in,” Heeseung whispered into your ear, one of his hands rubbing circles into your back. You did what he said, letting go of all the tension in your lower body.

It didn’t take very long for Jake to bottom out, time blurring together due to your hyperfocus on the unknown feeling. “You did s’good.” Heeseung pecked your ear once before he released you, raising his hands to pull your arms off of him. 

You put your arms on Jake’s side, holding him for stability. He took two steps back, still close enough to pull you away if you showed any discomfort. 

The first few thrusts felt weird, the pleasure yet to come. But once it came, it came fast. Your back arched as your head fell back, your lips gaping open. 

Your legs tightened around Sunghoon’s waist, pulling him closer. “P-please-“ you begged through broken moans, your desperation clawing at your chest.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were begging for, but you knew whatever Sunghoon gave you would help. He hesitated for a minute after he lined himself up, his worries of hurting you replacing his neediness for a split second.

It was a split second too long, long enough for you to reach one hand forward and pull his hips into you. Both Jake and Sunghoon paused at the feeling, Jake’s stomach tightening under your hold. 

Sunghoon’s expression was nothing if not pure bliss, his eyes half open, his mouth wide as he let out heavy exhales. His rosy cheeks seemed extra pigmented, his wet bangs hanging over his forehead when his head fell forward. 

The sensations that you were all feeling were so intense- to the point where the three of you stopped breathing. 

The feeling of two cocks in you was something you could never explain, nothing compared. 

And for the boys? The mixture of the tightness and the groves of another dick against theirs? Insane, but so delicious. 

Sunghoon was the first to start moving, his hesitant thrusts causing butterflies to erupt on all three of your stomachs. 

Once Sunghoon found his tempo, Jake began moving to watch it. Your head was completely empty, your mind focused on nothing but the feeling of them entering and exiting you.

Sunghoon leaned forward towards you, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples while the other one played with the other. His moves were slightly sloppy, imprecise pinches and nibbles alternating between each tit. 

Heeseung noticed it right away, his hand coming out to shoo Sunghoon away with a harsh glare. “If you’re not going to do it right, don’t fucking do it at all.” His lips relaxed Sunghoon’s, the difference between the two more obvious than not.

Your chest arched into Heeseung’s mouth, his eyes fluttering closed as he trailed a line of kisses between each breast, small hickeys getting left at random. 

Jay, feeling left out, moved forward to join. He was already as hard as he was when you started, the sight before him nearly sending him into a spiral.

His hand reached down to circle around your clit, his finger never once directly touching it- he knew no one wanted it to end yet. 

It was clear to the four boys when you got close, your body responding to all their touches differently. Jay now allowed his fingers to make contact, fast circles setting your nerves on fire. 

Sunghoon pushed his hand against your stomach, feeling his cock kiss his palm with every push. The bugs made his fantasies come out, images of you swollen with his kids chasing his hips to push in further. 

His primal instincts won against the rational side of his brain, the desire to fill you up feeling stronger than ever. Realistically, he knew you wouldn’t fall pregnant. The plan b pills and your birth control were proof enough, but it didn’t hurt to pretend- right? 

It was then that he remembered the entire reason why they were doing this. It was to prove a point, wasn’t it? And that’s when he got a great idea, one that made complete sense in his half-conscious brain. 

The other man gave proof, shouldn’t they return the favour? His phone was forgotten by the poolside, same with Jake’s.

He had almost lost hope until his eyes caught your phone on your bedside, his eyes lighting up in relief. “Pass me that phone.” Heeseung did what he was asked without question, his lips, which were now attached to yours, stayed unmoving while he reached over. 

He blindly grabbed at the table, taking the first thing that felt like the phone. He’d passed it to Sunghoon- who accepted it right away. 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the unfamiliar phone, whose was this? 

He knew you didn’t get a new one, having texted you yesterday asking to hang out- to which you cancelled. 

So whose phone was this? Upon noticing that it was shut down, he quickly powered it on. The screen was blank for a second before messages came flooding in. 

No fucking way. 

You let out a muffled moan at Sunghoon’s sudden harsh trust, Heeseung’s lips still moving against yours. 

And at the same time the cameras clicked, you came. 

All four boys panted around you, two of them releasing inside of you right after you finished. Sunghoon ignored the phone for now, tossing it to the side as he pushed himself as deep as he could- holding his hips in place. Even when Heeseung helped Jake pull out, Sunghoon stayed- plugging your cunt full, refusing to let a drop out.

“Switch? I promise I won’t let it leak out.” Heeseung knew exactly what to say to get Sunghoon to move, and it worked every time. 

Sunghoon and Jake stepped back, allowing the other two to take their place. Sunghoon zoned out while Heeseung and Jay situated themselves, choosing the position they wanted you in. 

Now that he was in a slightly better mindset, the images from the phone came rolling back in.

Why the hell were you getting the messages they’d sent in that group chat? There was no one else in the group except for them and the random number. 

It was nearly impossible for you to get those messages unless you were that random number. Sunghoon raised his eyes back towards you, then to the phone, then back to you.

He noticed that you’d seen him make the connection, and you smiled. Naivety was one game that you had mastered from an early age, it was about time they caught on.

[lyacinthus]

Doods

[nancywheelersgirlfriend]

didn't wanna have to do it (ronance)

a/n: short ronance blurb bc i love my girls + will lose sleep for orientation tomorrow over writing them

(1,502 words)

Somewhere along the way, Nancy stopped being Nancy Wheeler and became something in between. Now she and Robin were sprawled, connected by bare prickly legs and sticky summer arms, across her unmade bed. Robin snored into her hair. Sinus issues from the Upside-Down. Nancy drooled on her left arm. They slept together in every sense of the phrase. 

Her mom had stopped trying. At first, when it was going on two days of Robin now existing in permanent company with the Wheelers, Karen had dropped some unsutble hints about booting her out. But now they were two weeks out from the spring break from Hell and Robin was still here. She’d always be here, draped over Nancy. Protecting her even in sleep, starfish style. 

Nancy woke up first. She’d let herself lie there for a peaceful moment, appreciating the red tints on Robin’s cheeks from how overheated her bedroom got. Their hair mixed together on the singular pillow. Nancy lifted a hand to hold onto Robin’s calf. Long, pale, and unshaved. The little dark hairs underneath her fingertips felt like carpeting. She pressed her nose to Robin’s neck and took a deep breath in.

At the kitchen counter, they’d formulated a routine. Ted at the head of the dining room table, coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other. Holly across from him or, when she was feeling up to it, at the counter with Robin and Nancy. Nancy would grab the bowls, Robin poured the milk as Nancy poured the cereal in the other. They dunked each others’ spoons in their respective bowls. Robin liked water with ice in the morning. Nancy liked room temperature. 

Mike often wedged his way in between them, half of the time a furious whirl of conversation and the other a ghost of a person. When he was a ghost, Robin poured him cereal. When he was up for living, he’d pour his own - ripping the box from her hand and spilling out marshmallows all over the kitchen in the process.

When it was nice enough outside, a rare occurrence with the apocalypse and all, they’d sit out on the back patio and share bites of soggy Lucky Charms. Robin fed Nancy bites of hers. Nancy let her steal when she was pretending not to look. Which was a complete lie, because Nancy was always looking at Robin. She and the way the morning sun reflected off her face, as if she was as dew-coated as the grass and the shrubs. Robin the garden. Robin the flower. Nancy reached over and tucked a stray hair behind Robin’s ear. It felt like water between her fingers.

What she liked particularly about Robin’s hair was its innate ability to bounce back from any and all obstacles - a bad hair day was unheard of. Especially then, with her bangs grown out far too long to keep clung to her eyelashes, Robin’d tuck strands behind the backs of her ears. It gave her this sense of forlorn curtains on her cheeks, sticky with summer sweat and baby hairs clinging to her forehead - the gaps in the hair where the bangs used to be. It made her face look as if it were a stage newly opened to the public, the show about to start. Nancy took a front row seat.

When the bangs got far too long for Nancy to tolerate and Robin to properly tuck, she easily convinced Robin to get it cut. But the barber had been eaten by a demogorgon, so Nancy had to learn to work a pair of cutting scissors instead. She pushed the chair from her bedroom desk into her bathroom, blushing over the pink walls and little girl makeup kits in the drawers as if Robin hadn’t been practically living in her house for the past two months. Robin sat dutifully on the wooden chair. It was clearly a struggle to sit so still, but Nancy’s hands in her hair had her fairly pacified. She leaned her head back to offer more access, some blissful smile spreading across her face as Nancy chopped unprofessionally at stray hairs and guessed at length.

Then the cutting was over and washing began. Robin bent herself over the half-shower, half-bath to allow Nancy more access. Her knees hit the tile without much ceremony, eyes closed and turned up to Nancy like a sunflower as she ran her hands through the locks over and over again. The sight was almost religious. Nancy couldn’t take it - she had to duck Robin’s head underneath the faucet just to survive. Baptism.

And now her hair didn’t look half-bad. Nancy’s poor attempts at chopping it had all but returned her bangs to their natural state (sleeping on her forehead) but Robin didn’t seem to mind. In fact she hardly recongized she had hair anyway. Nancy stopped worrying about curlers and perms. Her hair grew stringy and straight, the way it had been when Barb was there to brush it out.

Robin liked her hair nonetheless. When they got the chance in between chasing breaths of tumultuous air, Robin would comb out Nancy’s wet hair and press kisses to her neck. All the way down her exposed spine, the way her pale skin curved around her back. The little birthmark on her left side. Robin loved it all. Nancy loved the way Robin’s hands, slightly larger than hers and knobbier at the knuckles, felt pressed into her skin. When they softly tugged at the skin on Nancy’s neck, dancing along the spare freckles  When Robin’s fingers skated down her bare arms, laughing lowly into Nancy’s ear as she felt up the goosebumps she caused.

Later, hair mussed up and spread out onto pillowcases above them, Nancy tried her best to fold her body completely into Robin’s. Sometimes it felt like it was about to work - her legs to her legs, her arms clasped against Robin’s chest, Nancy’s face pressed to her collarbone. But they never got nearly close enough. It was never enough. Not for lack of effort - their fingers pulled and left marks in respective skin. There was something they couldn’t bypass. But they could get close enough. 

On days where going outside was unfathomable, Nancy and Robin curled up in her bed and read to each other. Robin was especially good at doing voices for comic books they snatched from Mike’s bed (who spent most of his days at the Byers’ new house on Apple Avenue, anyway), but she didn’t have the attention span for the thick classics Nancy preferred. So Nancy read those aloud instead, and textbooks too - prepping them for college days that might never come. Learning with each other to ignore the oncoming assault outside.

When they were in the thick of it, covered in blood and sweat and faces slick with tears, Robin had found Nancy. In between family and ex-boyfriends and brothers Robin pulled her close and tried to fold them together. Nancy let her. She looked up at her with galaxies in her eyes. It was like touching a cloud. They came really, really close. The ground shook and Robin lifted up a jacket-covered arm to protect herself and Nancy, cowering underneath the shield and sticking together. Nancy’s sweaty, frantic kiss landed more on the side of Robin’s mouth rather than her actual lips. It was heaven on Earth.

And when it was finally over and Hawkins was allowed to take a breath, Robin interlocked her fingers with Nancy and stepped away from the gates of Hell. In the hospital, patched up for minor injuries and bouncing their knees in worry for the others with more life-threatening conditions, their fingers stayed interlocked. Nancy Wheeler’s bony, pale hand. Robin Buckley’s tanner, longer fingers. They mushed together in the middle. It felt almost inhumane to spilt at this point.

Walking down what used to be Main Street, showered and not as sweaty but still completely devastated, Robin pulled Nancy into her side. And she said, whispered nearly inaudibly into the strands of Nancy’s ponytailed hair:

“I’m glad it was you.” Nancy looked up from where she’d pressed her face square to Robin’s chest with a soft, innocent smile on her face. She was twenty and she felt sixteen. Time reversed in Robin’s arms and for a moment, waiting for the crosswalk light to change even though there was no chance of a car going down the street, they were kids. Idiots. Unaware. She wrapped an arm around Robin’s waist in reply and squeezed.

“I’m glad it was me, too,” Nancy agreed. Robin couldn’t stand looking into those big, brown eyes anymore, so instead she laughed and pulled Nancy in closer. They walked home no longer two separate girls but one four-legged lovesick animal. Nancy was not Nancy and Robin was not Robin. They were just two people, tow women. Going nowhere and having nothing to do. It was the first breath of fresh air they’d both taken in years.

Sleeping in had never felt so good.

[bittermuire]

a nightlight and a bottle of wine

recently I’ve really loved nezriel and wanted to write a lil thing for them. this will be two parts, this is the first. modern au

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It’s not like Nesta really knew what she was doing when she moved out. All she knows is that there is a rift between her and Feyre; a scar splitting their shared skin, a wound opening and reopening, never to heal.

And so she’s away. They’ve made their mistakes and let them be. They’ve hurt each other and even tried to love, but sisters love each other too much for love—and so she’s away. The guilt is still there, but farther from her, now. Nesta stirs it into her morning coffee and drinks the sleep, wiping it from beneath her eyes and the lines around her mouth.

Every so often Cassian will text her, inviting her out to dinner or to a work party, and Nesta resists the urge to throttle him. He’s a very smart, thirty-five year old man. He should know what cutting off someone means.

(He knows, of course he knows. She guesses he just thinks it doesn’t apply to him.)

His roguish charm, his smirk, his low voice, all inviting her to one thing—sex—was beginning to exhaust her. It’s a surprising relief to be away from him. She feels like she can wear tank tops and let her hair down and go out without a bra, relieved he won’t be there to stare.

(Was she really so afraid of him?)

So Nesta lives her life and drinks her coffee, wears her tank tops and sleeps in her underwear, finally a woman in the way she’s always wanted to be; she feels discrete from the rest of the world but in a near comforting way. She has no one to disappoint, no one to miss. Her world is confined to very few people and her mind allows for one.

•

But there are things that trip her up. Remaining ties.

One such: the nightlight clipped to her bed. It’s cheap, a gaudy silver. She’s sure Azriel bought it for no more than two dollars.

But she uses it every night.

(This trips her up.)

It’s a routine she’s given to herself, written into the margins of her life; she climbs into bed, smooths the blankets over her legs, grabs her book, opens it on her lap, then twists and switches on the light. It illuminates the page with a pretty, golden sun. She uses it religiously. She thinks that if she lost it, some intrinsic part of her might be lost as well, and this frightens her.

Remaining ties should be snipped. These last threads should be spooled up, put away, hidden in the bottom drawer.

She switches it on anyway, watches the light trace the letters.

(Sometimes she thinks she is the black stamp of letters. The utter bleakness of them on the smooth page. Sometimes she thinks she is what ruins the paper. She is what ruined the paper. There’s a reason she is here and they are there.)

•

November 19th.

Happy birthday to me.

She buys a cake from the supermarket and blows out the candle.

There’s a knock at the door, late at night. Not thinking to check, she goes to open it, and there stands Azriel, still in the doorway, bottle of wine in hand.

“Happy birthday,” he says bluntly.

She lets him in for some reason she still doesn’t understand, and they end up drinking a glass together. It’s from Cassian, the wine—his favorite. Azriel tells her that Cassian didn’t think she’d take it from him.

“So he asked you,” she says.

He smiles. “Because you like me.”

1:00 AM, and they’re still drinking. They barely talk. They just sit; they sit on the kitchen stools, then the rickety chairs, then the floor, then the couch, then back to the floor. His cheeks are pink, his words slurred.

“Why’d you come?” she asks, peering down at where he lays, splayed out, on the carpet.

(He’s not the kind for favors, she knows that.)

Opening his eyes, he fixes his gaze on her. He smiles sleepily.

“Happy birthday, Nesta.”

•

She doesn’t really celebrate for the holidays. Her apartment is bare, save a pair of twinkling bells on the kitchen counter, tied with a red ribbon. Sometimes when she’s cooking she’ll give them a little ring.

The letter comes in the mail—from Feyre, clearly put there by her own hand. It’s an invitation to dinner, for the winter solstice. They’re celebrating early this year because they’re going out of town for a few weeks.

(Please don’t feel pressured to come. We were going to leave you be but Az, since he’s so considerate, thought you might appreciate an invite.)

Nesta picks up her phone and texts Feyre a simple no thanks.

•

The next morning, she opens her door to a bottle of wine. Its neck is tied with a cherry red ribbon, and there’s a note—“If you’re ever lonely, give me a call. It’s my favorite.”

She doesn’t need to see who it’s from to know.

She smiles and picks it up, taking it inside.

•

It bites, the loneliness.

She wasn’t prepared for the quiet.

She traded in insults and jabs and sweaty hands at dinner tables for nothing, nothing, nothing. Silence in the shower, silence over breakfast. Over time, it’s begun to grate on her skin, sift between the strands of her hair, and she feels like she’s swimming a meter below the surface, ears clogged, vision blurred.

And slowly, she’s started to cry; she cries when the silence is too loud, when her aloneness is real, when she realizes the ugly truth of it all. She’s alone, she has nobody, she’s alone.

She picks up her phone and dials his number. “Let’s drink your wine.”

A small quiet. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“That wasn’t a question.”

“I know, Nesta,” he laughs. “I’ll be there.”

•

They don’t drink at all, actually. She starts crying again the minute she sees his face.

“Nesta?”

•

“I’m fine, really.”

They’re walking down the aisle of the grocery store, weeks later.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I’m doing better, I am.”

He shrugs. “I don’t care. Pick a flavor. We’ll eat it, we’ll watch a movie.” He looks her up and down, brow creased. “You need two things—no, make that three things.”

She huffs a laugh, sticking her hand into the freezer and pulling out a carton. “What?”

“Sleep, ice cream, and company.” He grins. “And now you’ve got me.”

“Lucky me.”

“Lucky you.”

•

He’s seen her beautiful; he’s seen her ugly. He’s seen her in her rattiest apron with flour crusted into her fingernails. He’s seen her laugh so hard she cries, watched her slam her head into an open cupboard door, driven her to the hospital when she sliced her hand open with a knife. They’re together a lot, she realizes. They’re not halves; they’re one and one, and one and one make two, and they stand as two together on sidewalks, squinting at menus in the windows of restaurants, and they pet dogs in the park (Nesta always asks, because Az gets shy), and they take walks at midnight, and they live their lives contentedly next to each other’s. She starts to wonder if he splits his life into two—into Cassian and Rhys and Mor and Feyre, and into her, the girl who walked away. She’d like to know why he followed her.

Sometimes she’ll catch herself staring. Even before Cassian, she’d thought Azriel was the most beautiful of the three; all graceful, sloping shadows, soft and deep eyes, curling black hair. Her heart doesn’t know what to do anymore. It skips a beat when she sees him, but calms when she’s near him. It races when he leans close, falls to steadiness when he slings his arm over her shoulders. She can’t decide if she loves him like this or loves him like that. He means so much to her, means so many different things, that to give him a singular word wouldn’t fit.

She calls him Azriel, Az, Steve, Steven Shadow, Mr. Shadow, Ralph, Ron, He of the Candied Pecans, You. He responds to all of it. Recently he told her that it wasn’t because of the name, but because of the voice—(of course I don’t know who Ralph is, Nesta, but your voice, it’s your voice you use for me)—and she felt warm for reasons she couldn’t understand.

She shows up unannounced at his apartment when it’s a bad night. He does the same.

•

“Tell me the truth,” she begins, tipsy. “Did you like me before?”

“What?”

“Did you like me before?”

He frowns. “Elaborate.”

“Before you learned I’m a nice person. Back at the townhouse. When I hated everyone and was rude to you.”

“Oh.” He laughs a little. “I always liked you,” he says, and then his face settles into something like sadness. Nesta watches him closely. “I didn’t like… the way you made me feel, though. I’d see you down the hall, tired and everything, a stick of a person, and Rhys would make some joke, and I’d hate him.”

She blinks.

He looks down. “I’d never hated him before.”

There’s a tension between them. It’s common enough to be recognizable, but not enough to be familiar. She’s on edge, unsure.

The silence seeps in.

“And I hated myself, too,” he says. His eyes flick back up to hers.

Her breath catches in her chest. “I hated myself because I didn’t do anything. So I stayed away.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, overwhelmed. Everything is building; everything is quiet. His eyes are deep and dark and swirling. He shakes his head slightly, leaning closer, slowly, slowly, and she sees it all happen—he takes her face in his hands. She can see the stray strand of hair on his forehead, the one eyelash resting by his nose, the mole right above his mouth.

“I watched you fade,” he breathes. “I watched them pull you around.”

She twines one finger into his hair, trying to bring him closer, trying to have him closer. Come here, Azriel. Come with me. Be with me, love me, because I love you.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, because it’s all she can say.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” he murmurs, and kisses her.

•

“Wait,” he says, reaching up.

“What?”

He touches the nightlight. “You kept this?”

She laughs, curled into his side, and says, “Of course I did.” He drops a kiss to her hair. “They all bought me books. You made it easy to read them.”

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@acosfisfeysandpropaganda I finally wrote it!!

[rons-hermiones]

Come Find Me

Come Find Me

by rons-hermiones

Summary: Unplanned, Hermione is forced to spend Christmas at the Burrow due to her grandmother falling very ill. After being ignored by Hermione for weeks, Ron is determined to show her how much she means to him. Just before he gets the chance to tell her, Bellatrix Lestrange shows up with other plans for Hermione. Can Ron get to her before it's too late? (Ron/Hermione Half-Blood Prince AU)

Rating: M for language & dark themes in later chapters.

Chapter Thirty 

“Come on mate, if we don’t leave now, we’re gonna be late.” Harry told his friend from the door. 

Ron couldn’t help himself, he did another once over in the mirror. 

The Chosen One groaned, “You look fine, let’s go!” 

And he did look fine, better than fine actually. The dress robes he had on were new. They were tailored perfectly to him and were a lovely navy blue that brought out his eyes. 

However, being Ron Weasley, his insecurities still were shining through. He really hoped he had cleaned up well enough. 

“Alright, I’m coming.” He sighed, quickly smoothing his hair one more time before bolting to the door, making sure to grab the flowers on his way out. 

By the time he actually made it, Harry was halfway down the steps, he had to jog to catch up. 

“Oi, slow down, will ya?” Ron teased. 

“I just don’t want to be late, I have to walk to Ravenclaw tower to get Luna.” He commented, “Anyway, you should be worrying more than I should.” He said airily. 

“Me?” Ron squeaked nervously. What had he done now?

Matching socks? Check. 

Shirt tucked in? Check. 

Teeth brushed? Check. 

Flowers? Check. 

Sensing his friend's anxiety, Harry jumped in, “Well, you know how she is. Punctual and all. I reckon you’ll get a harder time than I would with Luna.” 

Ron’s eyes flicked to the clock above the stairs, noting he was running on schedule, “lay off Harry.” He said, half joking. 

When they reached the bottom, Ron suddenly didn’t know what to do. “Do we sit?” he asked his friend stupidly. 

Harry chuckled at his nerves, he knew what this meant to Ron, “I don’t see why not.” He shrugged. 

Breathing a sigh of relief, the pair of them flopped back onto the couch in silence. Harry drummed his fingers against his thighs, whilst Ron nervously fiddled with a button on his robes. 

It wasn’t until about ten minutes later something drew the pair from their stupor. 

Heels clicking against the stone steps. 

At the sound, they jumped up, Ron first. Harry followed too, but stepped back, knowing this was his best mate's moment to shine. 

Weasley noticed, only increasing his already erratic nerves. 

Don’t bugger this up. Don’t bugger this up. Don’t- 

As the figure reached the bottom, he could only manage one coherent word. 

“Merlin.”

“Hi.” Hermione said shyly, hand’s smoothing over the skirt of her dress. 

Ron was still too enchanted by her to speak.

She was absolutely stunning.

Seeing her come down the girls dormitory steps rivaled when she entered the Great Hall fourth year. 

She wore a long gown that was funny enough, the same blue as his dress robes. The top was tighter, the entire thing adorned with little navy flowers sewn into it. The flowers cascade down into a belt of sorts, then trickled off into the tulle skirt that just floated above the floor. 

Her hair had obviously been given a light amount of sleakesys, just enough to tame the frizz. It seemed to be in a bun of sorts, but only halfway, a good front of the pieces falling around her face. Some tucked behind her ear. 

Her eyelashes looked longer and darker. Her pink lips glistsend under the flickering fire. Her cheeks were tinged pink, but it wasn’t from blush. He swore he could smell the perfume he gifted her last Christmas. 

And her eyes. Well, if this was the last look he ever saw. He’d die a happy man. 

“Hi.” Ron manages breathlessly. 

At the tone of his voice, the brunette smiles, insticilvey pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, smearing the small amount of lip gloss she put on. 

“You look,” he couldn’t find the words, there didn’t seem to be a singular one that could describe it, “beautiful.” Angelic. Irresistible. Breathtaking. Lovely. Bewitching. Heavenly. Gorgeous… 

Her cheeks darkened, “you look quite nice yourself.” Hermione responded sheepishly. 

“These are for you.” He fumbles with the small bouquet a little before handing them over to her. 

She smiled gratefully as she took a small sniff, before looking at him again, “they’re lovely.” Hermione told him truthfully, “I’ll be sure to display them properly on my table upstairs.” With that, she flicked her wand, sending the bouquet exactly to that spot. 

“Brilliant.” He breathed at her wand work, a grin plastered on his face in admiration. 

Harry, watching the scene from a small distance, knew this could go on all night. This awkward dance of pauses and daring compliments. But he didn’t have all night, he had to get to Ravenclaw tower. 

Clearing his throat, the pair jumped, “you look lovely Hermione, but could we please be on our way? I have to get Luna.” 

A little embarrassed she didn’t notice him before, the brunette offered a flustered nod. Harry didn't spare a moment rushing over to the portrait hole. 

Just as Hermione went to take the final stair down, she stumbled a bit. Almost instantly, Ron caught her arm. 

“Oh, you’ll have to excuse me, I’m not used to these shoes.” She told him sheepishly as his eyes flicked to the small heels on her feet. 

Thinking quickly, he offered his arm to her, “I’ll help you.” Ron told her. 

Both pleased and surprised, she wrapped her arm around his extended one. 

“Thank you.” The witch said as they traveled across the common room. 

“Of course Mione.” The red-haired boy answered without a second thought, “I won’t let you fall.”

After that, they lapsed into a comfortable silence as they followed Harry through the corridors. Not that Ron could speak anyway, he was way too buzzed off the feeling of her being so close. 

It wasn’t until after Luna’s barmy greeting about how the moon was in perfect alignment for tonight did they break the streak. 

“Thank you again for coming with me.” Hermione said in a low voice, Ron thinks so Harry and Luna wouldn’t hear.

It makes him feel warm knowing the words are just for him. 

He dares to give her a small squeeze, “Hey, there’s where else I’d rather be tonight than here.” With you, he adds silently. 

“Me too. I can’t imagine coming here with anyone else if I’m being honest.” She admits shyly, eyes trained on the decorations above. 

“Really?” He asks, surprised, looking down at her. 

Finally, her brilliant brown eyes meet his. She simply nods in confirmation. 

“Wicked.” He breathes. 

She giggles. 

It’s the best fucking sound he’s evr had the pleasure of hearing.

“I will admit, I’m a bit surprised you agreed. I know Slughorn isn’t your favorite.” Hermione tells with a small smile. 

“Well, I didn’t come for Slughorn.” Ron states confidently, “besides, if I wanted to get to know the bloke I reckon I’d get a detention or something.” He adds teasingly. 

She laughs again.

His chest squeezes at the sound. 

“Come on!” Harry calls from the doorway. 

Ron didn’t even realize they had stopped until now. 

“Git.” he mumbles. 

Gently, he places his much larger hand on the small of Hermione’s back to lead her into the source of the music and chatter floating through the corridor. 

Her eyes snap to his at the action, but he just gives her a lopsided grin, which she returns with her own dazzling smile. 

Carefully, he nudges her on and they’re soon meant by all sorts of things. Floating trays of foods and beverages. Drapes cascading the room. Lanterns lighting the scene. A mass of even more Christmas decorations. An even larger mass of people, students and staff alike. 

“Ah Miss Granger!” Slughorn immediately noticed the new presence in the room. 

“Good evening professor.” Hermione said, voice heightening a little over the music. 

“Ah, Rupert, have some mead my boy!” Ron heard’s Slughorn say, though his voice sounded far off. Surely that wasn’t what he said. 

Shaking away whatever the hell that was, he tuned back in. 

“So happy to have you! Whose this young man?” He asked, eyeing Ron funnily, seeming to have noticed his dazed look. 

He suppressed a groan. He’s had Sluggy for potions all year and there’s not exactly a mass of red headed sixth year Gryfindors. You’d think he’d take a little notice. 

“This is Ron Weasley,” she stated produly before pausing for a moment, “he’s my date.”

Never, in his entire life does he think’s heard more brilliant words leave someone’s mouth. 

He can’t help but smile so wide you’d think the Cannons won the World Cup. 

“Yes sir, that’s me,” he holds out his hand as the old professor shakes it. Soon, he averts his gaze to the girl next to him, eyes twinkling as he does, “I’m Hermione’s date.”

Ignorant to the moment, Slughorn releases his hand and smiles, “Lovely! There are some people I’d love for you to meet Miss Granger, I think-” his eyes find the door, “Oh! Excuse me, will you? We can catch up later.” He’s gone before she can answer. 

After Slughorn leaves, he still can’t help but stare at her with pure amazement and adortion. 

She flushes under his gaze before speaking, “I’m sure you’re dying for something to eat, come on.” Hermione grabs his hand and leads him to a table. 

He never wants to let go. 

They soon find themselves at a table with Harry, Luna, and Ginny. Neville comes around and serves food and Ron even takes notice of his manners, as means to impress Hermione. 

Having polished off his plate and noticing everyone else has too, the friends fall into comfortable chatter. 

However, they’re soon interrupted when a fifth year Hufflepuff, who also seems to have gone alone, asks Ginny to dance. It’s only after she agrees did Ron notice the couples swaying in the center of the room. 

Come on you tosser, just ask her. Ask her dammit! He mentally scolds as he watches Hermione pick at the table cloth. 

Just as he opens his mouth to ask, a wispy voice cuts him off, “Oh Harry, I love this song, would you care to dance?” Luna asks softly. 

Harry, whose mind seems to have been elsewhere all night, agrees as he extends a hand to the blonde. Despite the notion, Ron still notices his green eyes scanning the room for someone else. Malfoy no doubt. 

Speaking of Malfoy, I wonder if Fred and George ever did owl back about- 

“I’m happy Harry brought Luna. Much better than someone like Romilda Vane.” Hermione noted from next to him. 

Romilda Vane? Why did that sound so familiar? Sure, she and Dean went to the Yule Ball, but there was something else he couldn't quiet place. 

Ignoring his thoughts he shakes his head, “yeah.” he agrees, still working up the courage to ask her to dance. 

At his words, she offers a small smile, seemingly sensing his nerves. 

At the gesture, he melts. It feels like ages since he’s given her that look. He hasn’t seen it since before Lavender. 

Wait! Lavender? No. He’s here with Hermione. He hasn’t spoken to Lavender about more than homework, right?  

Thinking his flustered nature is causing all these barmy thoughts, Ron jumps to his feet and extends a hand, taking them both by surprise. 

“Would you like to dance?” He asked shakily, any confidence soon leaving. 

Her brown eyes softened, “I’d love to.” Her much smaller hand slipped into his large one as they walked to the dance floor. 

Tentatively, he pulls her to him, reveling in her body’s warmth. He cups her waist with one large hand, letting his long fingers skim the small of her back as he places his other one in hers. She responds adequately, placing one hand on his shoulder and responding in kind by grabbing his larger hand back. 

Ron isn’t sure if it's him or her who initiated it, not that he cares, but suddenly they're closer. Her body is flush against his as she places her head on his chest and he drops his own on top of hers. Resting his chin against the smooth brown curls. 

They sway like this for a while. Neither one said anything. Just enjoying being so close. 

“Come find me.” He hears Hermione whimper, breaking the silence. 

Instinctively, he jumps back a little, “what did you say?” Those words, they were so familiar. 

Hurt washed over her features, “I said, I’m having a nice time, but if-” she began sadly. 

“No!” He assured, confidently pulling her back into their former position. “I’m sorry, I thought you- I heard-” He sighed, “I’m having a really nice time too.”

At the proclamation she visibly eased in his arms, tension leaving her body as she burrowed closer. Instinctively he wrapped his arm tighter around her, peering mometraily over her head. 

For a second he thought he saw a witch donned in black robes with wild curly hair grinning right at them, unmistakably Bellatrix ruddy Lestrange. But when he blinked, she was gone. 

Merlin, what the hell was in that Butterbeer? 

“Oh look Harry, mistletoe.” Luna’s voice broke his thoughts. 

Quickly, his eyes found hers, needing to see the uncomfortable interaction that would ensure between his best mate and the Ravenclaw. However, upon further observation, the sprig wasn’t above them. Not at all. 

It was above him and Hermione. 

“My father says if you ignore the tradition of mistletoe then your crop of dirigible plums will be spoiled by spring.” The blonde told the pair. 

“We can’t have that.” Harry commented with a shit eating grin. 

“No I suppose we can’t…” He was shocked when he realized it was Hermione who had agreed. 

Apparently his look of surprise was evident on his face as she soon looked away, “but we don’t have to, it’s just some silly tradition. It’s not like-” she began to justify, embarrassed. 

“Hermione, there is nothing I’d like more than anything to fulfill this tradition with you.” He promised softly. 

She blinked, “Really?” 

He nodded, “like you said, we can’t be ruining the plums before winter.” 

“No I suppose-” 

Whatever she was about to say was cut off as a pair of smooth lips found themselves over hers. Though taken off guard, she soon eases into it, responding with just enough passion. 

“Mm.” He moans softly against her. 

At this she pulls away for air, pupils blown, lips swollen. 

When he opens his eyes to take her in, he soon realizes they’re no longer at Slughorn’s Christmas Party. 

Instead, his hand is clamped over her mouth as she trembles in fear under the old oak tree at the Burrow. 

Living this night many times, he refuses to let it take over, not again. Not this time. 

Blinking again, he's grateful to have some sort of control as he finds himself back where he needs to be. Her in her navy blue dress. Him in his robes. Under the mistletoe. 

Perfect. 

Knowing he couldn’t have much longer, he practically whimpers her name before diving in for another kiss, “Mione.” He grumbles. 

When she catches her breath a second time he can’t help but speak again, “It’s just you and me.” 

No Bellatrix. No Greyback. No Death Eaters. 

“You and me.” She confirms breathless, before leaning in for the third time. 

He can only utter one thing before his world goes dark again, “Ermyknee.”

… 

“He’ll be alright?” Harry asked for the umpteenth time since being allowed in, making Madame Pomfrey sigh in annoyance. 

“He’ll be fine. He needs his rest.” She fussed over his blankets before turning to face the dark haired boy, “did he hit his knee when he fell?” 

Potter thought about it, Ron fell on his bum. 

“No, why?” He said after a moment. 

“He keeps groaning about his knee.” She shrugs, “I”ll mix a pain potion just in case. I’ll be right back.” Madame Pomfrey says before rushing away. 

As she goes, Harry takes a moment to observe Ron. He looks so serene, so calm. It’s the first time in months. 

His face is usually screwed up as he yells in agony for them to take him instead of her. Night after night Ron begs to be killed so they won’t touch her. 

The weight of the fact he easily could’ve lost him becomes overbearing, too much. That along with losing Hermione, Harry thinks he’d just crumble. 

He feels a tear on his cheek before he knows it, as he moves his hand to wipe it away. 

He quickly removes it from his face when he hears a groan from the bed next to him. 

“Mm,” Ron grumbles, head swaying a bit. 

“Mione.” It’s barely audible, but Harry knows what he’s saying. 

“Ermyknee.” He groans again sleepily.

He can’t help the small smile that grazes his lips at Ron’s words, it must be a pleasant dream. 

And for whatever reason, at this very moment, Harry knows Ron really does love Hermione. 

However, he can’t revel in it for long, because soon enough, Neville comes barreling into the Hospital Wing, parchment clutched in his hand. 

The door benags loudly againstg the wall, causing Ron to stir slightly. 

“Neville! Keep it-” He doesn’t finish, Neville cuts him off. 

“They’re dead.”

[elydraws]

YOUR HERO [dekuxreader]

pairing: midoriya izuku [deku] x reader

genre: fluff, romantic, lemon (maybe?), action

word count: 3.5+ words

part 1/?  <previous next >

warnings: none for this chapter

author’s note:  As usual, this is a translation of my original work. So excuse me in advance if there will be any mistakes, I will try in every way not to make them.

with this work I wanted to create a sort of "mini-series". The chapters will therefore be real "episodes" concerning the establishment of the love story between the reader and deku.

The story is set after the manga, so all the characters are roughly 23-24 years old. 

This is because in future chapters things will get spicy and then because WE TALK ABOUT DEKU ADULT. COME ON. REALLY. LOOK AT HIM. --> As a reference I am taking my own design, but feel free to imagine Deku as you prefer! 

I hope you appreciate the idea and the work behind it.

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"Oh! Sorry! Sorry!" you shouted, getting out of the train as soon as the doors opened. "Sorry! My fault!" you kept repeating, trying to avoid the crowd of people who had gathered in front of the platform. 

Despite your best efforts, your shoulder hit several unfortunate passers-by too slow to move several times. 

"Miss! Be careful! " 

"Forgive me!" you hastened to say, joining the palms in front of the face without stopping. 

Many bowed their heads, watching you zigzag from side to side of the sidewalk, looking desperately at the fine watch tied around your wrist. 

I haven't heard the alarm clock, and now Asu-chan will kill me. 

A sigh left your lips. 

It was your first day free from ... well ... what seemed like life and you promised your best friend to see you, after postponing the latest releases because too tired to even think about going out. 

And of course, that morning, still sleepy, you had turned off the alarm clock completely forgetting about the commitment. 

The bed was so... comfortable. 

You hit another distinguished man, making him drop the briefcase and scatter the contents on the asphalt. He began to rail in a loud voice, waving a punch in the air, entirely deaf for the excuses you were shouting, walking away. 

Yes... much more comfortable.

But there was little point in basking in the warm and welcoming memory of the duvet against the skin. A promise was a promise.

The heel hit harder on the floor when you increased the pace, climbing the steps of the station two by two to gain time.

Asuka had given you an appointment at the entrance of FootTown, one of the most famous towers in the city, so you could have lunch together and take a tour of the Observatory in the early afternoon, and end the day for shopping in the nearby shopping district.

It was a life that you didn't spend time for yourself between work and housework. When you left college, you realized how many hours there were actually in one day.

"Ohiiiii!" you looked up, and finally, above the heads of the crowd, a hand was waving in the air calling for you. "I'm here !!!" a girl of about the same age with short teal-green hair shouted louder in your direction.

She stood on her toes, gesturing for you to come closer.

"Asu-chan !!! Forgive me," you cried desperately, overcoming the last group of people between you and your friend.

Arriving in front of Asuka, the air had now left your lungs. You leaned over yourself, keeping your hand pressed against the spleen that had started to ache.

By now, you were entirely out of practice, and having abandoned the gym membership in some drawer, perhaps it had been a wrong decision. With your head lowered, you caught the slight impatient beat of Asuka's pearly dancers on the floor.

"The appointment was half an hour ago!" your friend's voice echoed over you, hitting you where it hurt most.

Involuntarily, the head recessed more deeply between the shoulders. She had every reason in the world to be angry.

You nodded, tightening your eyelids, your head still bent as you caught your breath. You didn't know if you would find the courage to face her.

"I overslept," the cheeks caught fire, saying those words, "Excuse me..." only then, you dared to look up at the girl's face.

Asuka's pout softened. The scales around her eyes and cheeks shone with a thousand pink hues, making her resemble a mermaid when the sun reflected against them. 

She did not notice your astonished gaze when her hands ran around your arm, pulling you to your feet by force. 

"Aw! Asu-chan!" you grumbled, wiggling weakly when your feet almost tripped over each other. 

She tightened her grip on your elbow, dragging you to the entrance "Up! Here we go! We have a lot of time to recover."

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"So I told her what she could do with her nasty opinion!" Asuka's voice rang through the entire Observatory, causing some of the patrons to turn around.

But you were too busy laughing, trying to hide behind the back of your hand, to worry about who you were grabbing attention. You had missed all this. Laughing and joking without worrying about others.

It was like being a teenager again when the world was still full of promises.

Despite different commitments, you and Asuka had remained close friends from high school. Then there your path was divided, she had chased her dream of breaking through as a TV presenter while you, well, searching for your place in the world.

In a society of people with meta-abilities and superpowers, the real challenge was not to have any Quirks.

By now, the world population without power was below the 5% threshold and decreasing each new generation. Within twenty or thirty years, the birth of a child without a Quirk would have been a unique event.

They had become real whiteflies. It was as if the world wanted to remind you of how unique and singular this condition was.

The life of a Quirk-free was not easy. From an early age, in most cases, it was bullied as if having to struggle with the awareness of being different was not a considerable challenge at just four or five years.

Furthermore, everything in today's society was built to fit Quirk owners.

A simple example was shoes.

Anyone with powers had a mutation of the last toe, where for its complete superficiality, the joint had disappeared. In people without skills, this small feature was still present, made it extremely uncomfortable for them to wear shoes for "normal" people and with Quirk. 

The last time you had to buy shoes, you passed a month before finding a pair that didn't make you tear in pain with every step. 

And they were just shoes.

Having to compete with other students at school - all genetically better than you for one reason or another -, or finding a job in which being without Quirk was not considered a disabling handicap was a real feat.

In practice, you had to conquer your place in the world laboriously.

Although fortunately, there were people like Asuka or Ms. Mizuki, your employer, who cared little if you had a Quirk or not.

You drank from the straw a sip of the Bubble Tea ordered at one of the shops on the lower floor while Asuka took you by the hand, dragging you to another corner of the Observatory, telling another gossip about her internship with the TV station.

"Besides, you won't believe it, but what she's wearing are tons of foundation ... or rather ... quick-setting concrete," she joked, making a playful tongue, and you burst out laughing.

The Bubble Tea went almost sideways, risking to get out of your nostrils. "Please! Stop that!" you prayed, trying to push back the tears at the corners of the eyes if, for too much laughter or the burning up your nose, you don't know. "You should be more patient with your superiors ..."

Asuka shrugged, resting her elbows on the railing of the parapet "To hell with it! They make my life hell! At least I get my revenge" you looked at her, but there was no trace of hatred in her voice or resentment in her big blue eyes. The ghost of a smile hung over her purple lips.

You folded the corners of your lips back, fiddling with the plastic straw. "But you're happy, aren't you Asu-chan?" you murmured thoughtfully, continuing to watch the small rubbery tapioca balls floating in the liquid between your hands.

Asuka turned to you, blinking, "Uh?"

You woke up as if caught thinking about something you shouldn't have, and you absentmindedly waved a hand in front of your face, embarrassed "Don't mind! I was thinking aloud ..." you apologized as you sat upon the railing.

The icy metal against your thighs made you shiver, but the sun against your cheeks was warm and pleasant, like the light breeze that had started to mess up your hair.

It was a lovely day.

Asuka stared at you with a sly smile, resting her mind against the palm of her hand. "And you? Can't you tell me anything new?"

You raised your eyes to the sky, drinking, thoughtful "Mmh ... no, I would say no" you mumbled, sipping from the glass again.

But Asuka was not happy with the answer, "Look, you don't trick me!" she shouted, pointing at you, narrowing her eyelids with long white eyelashes "Do you want to tell me that you haven't met anyone interesting while working at the shop?!"

You looked at her from under your eyelashes, suspicious, "I don't like where this is going..."

Asuka puffed up her cheeks. "Yes, yes! There are always a lot of people there! Do you want to tell me that there was nobody who caught your attention? Not a little bit?"

You shook your head "No" you said merely looking up to the sky "I'm fine right now and I have no intention of going looking for someone or despairing about it" you explained calmly, shrugging your shoulders "but if I ever meet someone who will awaken my interest enough to convince me to take risks and get involved, well... you will be the first to know "you promised her with a smile.

"I hope so for you ..."

A roar swallowed Asuka's words.

"Uh? What is happening?" asked a man beside you, leaning over the railing in the direction of the noise.

In the angle you were in, you couldn't see anything—only a lonely cloud of gray dust stretch between the buildings, not far from you.

Another roar reverberated in the air. This time closer.

"A collapse?" someone behind you ventured.

A third rumble shook the air. This time so close that your stomach turns.

"Asu-ch—" you shouted, turning to your friend, but she didn't hear you over the screams of the other people around you when the floor of the Observatory began to tremble under your feet.

You let go of the Bubble Tea, whose glass fell into the void behind you, disappearing between the buildings below. Your hands ran to the railing, holding on with all your might so as not to be thrown back by the jolts.

Asuka instinctively grabbed you by the arms, hugging you with a scream, trying to push you towards her, tearing you from a fall of thirty floors.

"Do not give up! I beg you! Do not give up!" she prayed to you with tears in her eyes. Her voice always so calm now twisted in a desperate scream, "Hold on! Please!" she repeated, grabbing you with more force under your shoulders when a more violent shock struck the whole building. Her grip was so firm that you were sure that her fingers would leave bruises on your skin for days.

The screams sharpened.

You couldn't even hear your thoughts.

By now, the only thing you could do was close your eyes and pray that everything went well. And when your body fell forward, against Asuka's, you didn't even realize it.

Around you, people flocked to the exit. There was a crowd around the emergency stairs and the elevator entrance. People shouted and squirmed.

Someone was pushing to try to get there first. Someone else was crushed against the columns, trying to stay upright.

A shoe hit Asuka's temple, still flattened on the ground near you. She screamed, or it seemed so. You weren't sure. The only things that filled your ears were the screams and roars from below you.

"Let's leave!" not even your voice sounded like it came out of your mouth. But it was you who screamed it, because Asuka nodded, while a trickle of blood began to streak her cheek from under her hair.

Instinctively you looked for each other's hand and stood up against all expectations. Your knees were shaking like jellies, from fear, the constant shaking of the building, and perhaps even the adrenaline that was now pressing against the frontal bone of your brain.

The only thing you wanted was to get out of that hell.

With a shaky and uncertain step, you started to run towards one of the exits, where people still crowded, looking for an escape route.

Other people came behind you, crushing you from one side to the other. By now, you couldn't understand where you were anymore. The only thing you knew for sure was that you didn't leave Asuka's hand despite everything.

Her grasp was your only point of reference.

Another pair of hands grabbed you by the arm, pulling you back, you screamed trying to wiggle and escape that iron grip around your forearm at least until your face met that of a woman, her face pale and distraught, and her eyes red for tears.

"... I beg you! Have you seen my Sosuke?!" the woman's voice was cracked, hoarse, who knows how many times before she had repeated that.

You blinked, confused, without really hearing her words. But Asuka's hand was still there, desperately anchored to yours, and that was the bit of hope that helped you recover a bit of lucidity "... What...?" you repeated, confused.

The woman burst into tears "My child! Have you seen my child?!" she shouted grabbing the sleeve of your shirt tightly, the fabric tore as the woman shook her head in despair, but you didn't even notice "I lost sight of him just a moment ... a moment ..."

Yet another shock struck the Observatory.

"I ... I don't..." you instinctively started looking around, running out of words.

The woman screamed louder, "Please! He has an orange Ground Zero hat! he's... so young, please! "

The screams continued to crowd in your head, along with the bodies huddled around you. Your head was spinning, swirling.

Asuka shouted your name, giving your hand a more forceful tug, trying to drag you forward as a small crack opened between the bodies in front of her. 

But you didn't move. 

The grip of that desperate mother kept you there. 

Amid that complete chaos, it was there that your eyes caught an orange dot in the distance. 

At first, its edges were blurred like a speck in one eye. It disappeared several times from your sight, covered by heads and hands that waved in the air. But once you saw it, you could no longer ignore it. 

A boy had crouched in the opposite corner of the tower, sobbing desperately and screaming, but nobody seemed to have seen him. But you.

You looked down at the woman still harpooned on your arm, she trembled and kept murmuring meaningless words, slipped into total despair.

You squeezed your fingers more tightly around Asuka's, who suddenly gave up trying to push you into the crowd.

When you turned around, she was looking at you. Her eyelids widened as she saw an uncertain smile extend on your lips. But she understood because her hand tightened more tightly on yours.

But it didn't help.

You shrugged your shoulders with a determined gesture, freeing yourself from both Asuka and the woman's hands, and you sprang forward, avoiding the body of a man who came against you. Your legs moved, shaken by a new rush of adrenaline.

You didn't even hear Asuka desperately calling your name; by now, the only thing your ears were full of was the fast beating of your heart against the eardrums. Nor much less, your eyes don't capture your friend's attempt to grab you again, go empty, pushed back by the crowd. The only target on which your gaze was fixed was that orange dot at the bottom of the tower.

 Before you knew it, you were there, next to that little crumpled figure on itself that kept screaming and crying.

"You are Sosuke, right?" you asked in a calm and reassuring tone, without even knowing how you had been able to. 

Hearing his name, the boy suddenly stopped screaming, nodding. He sniffled, wiping his tears with his arm. "I want my mom!" 

"Give me your hand Sosuke, now we'll go together, okay?" and, as you did with Asuka, you shook his hand, determined not to let him go. 

Sosuke seemed reticent, but he did not resist or try to escape, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips. 

You turned around, and it was almost with tears in your eyes that you noticed Asuka running towards you, shouting your name. 

"Asu-chan!" you greeted her, partly relieved that she had not abandoned you there, alone. 

The relief was fleeting.

A shock more durable than the others forced you and Sosuke, as well as most of those present, on their knees or to look for something to hold on not to end up lying on the ground.

This time the floor didn't just shake. The blow was so sharp that you felt it up to your knees and scattered throughout your body until your teeth chattered. The screams reached the peak, the air filled with dust and iron beams fell from the ceiling and beyond the window.

You saw the floor in front of you open in a black slit that spread with frightening rapidity, emitting a horrible creak. Your eyes searched for Asuka's, fixed in horror on the same show. She had seen it too.

Sosuke let out a more sharp cry, sinking his face against your chest.

The floor crumbled. The weight of gravity weighed on your shoulders, crushing you against what remained of the corner where you found yourself trapped.

You cursed, trembling like a leaf, but your hands firmly grasped the waist of the child who screamed in terror when you raised him in the air. You didn't even know how you managed to stand up.

"Asu-chan! Take him!" you shouted, throwing Sosuke towards Asuka, who instinctively spread her arms, seeing him arrive.

Your heart skipped a beat. Two.

You didn't realize you held your breath until your friend's arms tightened around the baby.

"JUMP! DAMN! JUMP! " Asuka shouted, reaching out her other arm.

You tried to run, while the emptiness drew your body and the floor under your feet with more force. It was like trying to swim against the current. 

The figure of Asuka became more and more distant.

And suddenly, you understood that you were now running uphill on an increasingly steep surface.

You pushed with your points against the last bit of floor remained intact, where the crack had now become an abyss overlooking the void.

You felt your stomach squirm at the feeling of the ground missing under your feet.

Your fingers touched those of your friend, looking for them desperately, and you smiled, drunk with joy.

I've done it! I've done it!

But Asuka's face twisted in horror when that contact failed, and her hand tightened around the air. She screamed your name at the top of her lungs, and it seemed to you that her voice filled the whole city with the force with which she did it as your body dragged down.

Lower and lower.

Still, that stupid smile didn't leave your lips as tears started to pinch the corners of your eyes.

You didn't even have the strength to scream anymore.

"I got you!"

You sensed the movement of air. The hair suddenly stopped lashing your face with strength, and the stomach's emptiness disappeared. There was only a warm warmth against your cheek and a rhythmic and dull accelerated thudding against the ears in its place.

You were no longer at the mercy of anything. Two strong supports surrounded your back, resting on your shoulders, and legs, just below the knees.

When you found the courage to open your eyes that you had not realized that you had closed, you found your face pressed against a firm and broad chest. Your hands clawed to a thick, dark green fabric.

The air around you seemed to have come to life, charged with electrostatic current and subtle bright green flashes.

You were still in the air, suspended in nothing, but you were not falling. It was like you were floating.

It was with uncertain eyes that you looked up, meeting the profile of a square jaw, a face with soft features and cheeks full of freckles. A boy. A Hero.

The wind stirred a short mop of curly hair cut in a messy textured top, and on the nape in an undercut fade. Two large, emerald green eyes lowered onto yours.

"Don't be afraid," the stranger reassured you, and for a moment, you thought you were dreaming, but his voice and body seemed too real "I'm here now," he continued, broadening the smile that had never abandoned his lips.

Your eyes could not leave him, unable to lower them onto the city, still too far from your feet. 

A strange heat began to radiate throughout your body, down to your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

It is there. Suspended in air, in the arms of that stranger, that you stopped being afraid.

[toraashi]

chamber of secrets; oikawa toru

Title: Chamber of Secrets

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Ravenclaw!Reader

Warnings: Harry Potter AU/Implied steam

Summary: You and Oikawa have been close since year one, but casual flirting for years could never prepare you two for the secrets revealed after some digging in the restricted section

Author’s Note: Yeah, I know I need to write part 2 of Buttercup, I swear I’ll do it this week. For now, enjoy shittykawa being a sexy slytherin. 

“Oikawa! Oikawa, please wait up!” She panted, racing after his long legs, reaching to grab the emerald fabric of his quidditch gear. He was in a foul mood today, she could tell by the way he ignored her desperate cries for attention and by the way he had glanced at her in annoyance as soon as she had come into view. “I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re busy with Quidditch and other activities, but if you could please just answer a few of my questions, I’ll leave you alone for the rest of the day, I swear.” She really did feel quite terrible, but he was the only one she was positive would know the answers to her questions… or at least the only person who would tell her. He stopped in his tracks, and she swore she heard a heavy sigh escape his throat.

“You’re so dramatic! Stupid! Blehh!” She rolled her eyes playfully at his antics. Him playfully rejecting her was his way of displaying frustration without showing his true feelings. 

“Toru, I know you must be in a despicable mood, but you’re the only one I can ask for help.” She peered up at him through thick lashes, flashing her most endearing puppy eyes. His hues, melting with caramel, widened in curiosity, and she was sure that if she looked closely enough, there might be a little bit of a flush coating his cheeks. After 6 years of school together, back and forth banter, quidditch matches, dances, and some dark corridor experiences, she was nearly sure she knew him better than anyone. 

“What is it?” She shuffled her feet, feeling a little shy herself now. Averting her gaze, she mumbled a tender response.

“Well, I was in the library the other evening, and I stumbled across a book in the-” her words trailed off into a nonsensical garble, her hand gripping the bindings of her book very tightly. As well as she knew him, the obvious crush she had developed on him made it difficult to get her thoughts across sometimes. 

“Where? I can’t hear you, maybe I’m going deaf!” His antics felt a little half-hearted today. She made a mental note to ask about it later. In a sudden swoop, the significantly taller boy bent down, bringing his ear close to her lips. “One more time?”

“The… restricted section…” He gasped mockingly. 

“You? Reading in the restricted section? What could you be looking for in there?” His disinterest pierced her determination. 

“Well… I…” The girl bit her rosy pink lip, maybe she was overthinking this. Why should she be this nervous? It was just Toru. 

“Hurry up, I have places to go that aren’t waiting for you to get over your embarrassment.” He stated apathetically, and his words crushed her. Fiddling with the ends of her blue and black scarf, she vigorously shook her head, muttering a firm nevermind before flipping around to walk away from him.

“Wait.” A warm hand grabbed her wrist. “Tell me what you read.” A grin pushing against her cheeks, she flung her arms around his waist.

“I knew you’d come through! I’m so happy you apologized, look how much progress you’re making!” Resting his hands on her head, he scoffed gently. Throughout their friendship, she had been encouraging him to lay down his angry defense that left him so cruel and hostile with people close to him. 

“You better tell me what you read before I steal all your homework!” he jeered, pushing her back to see her face. “Or did you just want my attention this whole time?” 

“You know I’d never talk to you unless I had to.” She giggled, “Is there somewhere we can sit… it’s kind of a long conversation…” Poking his tongue out, he teased her.

“I know a place. Why? Are you confessing your love to me?” 

“As if. Don’t get your hopes up!” Looking up at him blankly, she wasn’t quite sure what was running through his mind as he dragged her through the corridors with his broom-free hand. He must’ve just finished quidditch practice when she caught him. That certainly explained why he had been so aggressive with her. As much as she hated to admit it, and she never would to him, she disapproved of his overwhelming passion for the sport. It took far more than a physical toll, but an emotional toll as he constantly strived to be the best. His hand was warm around hers, and she adored feeling so close to him in these moments, but she knew a Slytherin dragging a Ravenclaw down dark corridors was definitely not as sweet of a sight to onlookers as it was to her. 

“Toru, where are we going?” She asked inquisitively. Continuing his quick pace, he turned and winked at her.

“A place to talk, just like you asked.” 

After nearly 10 minutes of walking, he stopped.

“The girl’s lavatory? Are you sure this is a good place to-” He interrupted her with the poutiest eyes.

“But it’s closed, no one even uses this restroom anymore. Plus,” He smiled down at her with a pure smile that masked the true meaning of his words. “It’s private.” 

“W-what does private have to do with anything?” A shrug indicated that he wasn’t sure what his intentions were. “All right… but if we get cursed by something, I’m telling the Professor it was you.” A bright laugh escaped his lips.

“You worry too much.” 

“It’s for our own good, Toru!” Grabbing her hand once again, he yanked her into the room, the door shutting with a soft click. The sunset poured through the stained glass windows, and the spacious room was mostly dark, an almost spooky feeling leering over them like fog. The rusty, broken stalls cast shadows that left gaping holes of blackness in the floor, and the girl found herself leaning in close to her partner. 

“Scared?” He chuckled, pulling her towards the center of the room where a circle of sinks stood, shining like a spotlight as the fading sun reflected against the marble. He knew her so well, too well, that as soon as he had her stumbling in front of him, he slid his hands around to the small of her back, keeping her a hair’s width away. It was no secret that the pair had shared some intimate moments in the past, ones they neglected to talk about, but she insisted to herself that it was better if they just stayed as singular instances in time instead of a string of events. That way she wouldn’t fall for him more. That way he couldn’t break her heart in the midst of commitment. 

“Toru, you’re awfully close.” She breathed, refusing to look into his caramel eyes. 

“Do you want me to move?”  The room fell silent besides the echoes of their previous words. “You know I heard that there’s a ghost in this room, a girl named Myrtle was killed in here… I thought maybe she could keep us company, but it appears she isn’t here right now.” His words were a low whisper, and she could feel his breath against her lips as he leaned down towards her.

“A ghost?” His scary stories snapped her back into her train of thought, and she rushed to clear the honey his actions had sapped her mind with. 

“Mhm,” his voice had a teasing lilt, “She might come getcha.”

“All the ghosts I’ve ever met have been friendly, so I doubt she’ll be any different.” Rolling his eyes, he put some distance between himself and his counterpart, leaning against the railing of the sink for support. 

“You’re no fun to tease anymore.” That pout was back, and she used his vulnerability to take control of the conversation. 

“Can I ask you my questions now?” He waved his hand. “Well, in the restricted section, I stumbled across something about a chamber of secrets… I’m aware that as a Slytherin you probably have some knowledge about it. I couldn’t find any books in the library aside from the one,” She gnawed at her lip, admiring how the moonlight that was now peaking through the windows was catching his eyes and his hair. “I know you’re a prefect so I was just curious.” His laugh startled her.

“You pulled me aside just to chat about a bit of history?” He scooted closer to her, “What do you already know?” 

“I have some notes… I know that Lord Voldemort had once used it to slowly petrify students… I know that an entrance is hidden somewhere in the school.” Oikawa eyed her curiously. 

“That’s about all there is to it. Potter went down there and destroyed the first horcrux and killed a basilisk during the whole thing. It was originally used to petrify muggle-borns who the Slytherin family believed weren’t fit to wield magic. Why are you so curious about it?” She couldn’t manage to make eye contact with him.

“Remember how you told me that secret one time? That you could speak Parseltongue?” His body was tense, and she could feel his thigh flexing unconsciously. “Well, that’s how you enter the Chamber of Secrets. I’m just curious…” 

“What, you want to go in it? Do you even know where it is?” He stepped nearer to her, voice dropping into a low baritone as he moved until he was as close as before. “You know I can only partially speak Parseltongue, right? It’s not like it’s a commendable talent.”

“Well, it’s just one word!” She protested, flipping open her notebook to the page she had scrawled on in the library. “See?” He peered over her shoulder, his glasses knocking against her forehead. She flipped the paper around so he could see it. Flicking his eyes to hers, he dropped his mouth open to murmur a few more words.

“Do you know what would happen if we tried?” She shook her head no. “You’re a lot braver than I remember.” A frog lodged its way into her throat as he placed his hands on either side of her, leaning in until his nose brushed hers. “Curiosity killed the cat, you know.” 

“Toru, can you say it?” His hues flickered closed, dusty eyelashes brushing against pale cheeks. 

“Yeah, let me try really quick.” She ripped the sheet of paper from her notebook, holding it in front of his face so he could inspect it. He hesitantly repeated the words, a hiss of consonants echoing through the bathroom. The sight sent a dark chill up her spine, as if she suddenly wasn’t safe anymore. The vicinity fell deadly silent for a moment before he spoke up.

“Now the next step is to-” A loud churn boomed, startling both of them away from the sink they had previously been leaning on. The top levitated high into the air, the sinks expanding away from each other. He looked at her in shock. “Did you do something?” His hand was tight on her waist. 

“No… I think we found the entrance.” The sink on the far end sank into the floor, and as they peered down, an inky tunnel plummeting into the ground bled blackness.

[bubmyg]

idcilh (2) - jjk

pairing: jeongguk x reader

genre/warnings: youtuber!au, so much cheesy fluff in barely any words, me making fun of yoongi (again) when it’s not even about him

word count: 1,624

summary: “these have been done before but I don’t care I love her” - a series on gcguk in which jeongguk tackles old, cheesy YouTube couple challenges. episode two: not my arms challenge or “this one is called jeongguk wants a kiss.” “that wasn’t on the list—“

a/n: episode one (along with all other youtuber!guk drabbles) is linked on my masterlist :-)

“Ready?”

A silent scooch closer. A squeeze around his taut abdomen. A smile against his shoulder blade. A peck against the same spot. 

“I think so…”

Jeongguk curled a hand around your thigh circling his waist, twisting just enough to cock an eyebrow at you. “You know, this isn’t the cling to your boyfriend challenge?”

“Really?” You stretched your neck, pecking his cheek this time, “Bummer.”

His warm palm squeezed your skin once, pinching in it’s retreat and you squeaked at the reprimand, backfiring in his favor when you clung harder to his back, burying yourself into the floral scent of his laundry detergent stained into his bright hoodie. 

“Seriously. Are you ready now?”

You nodded against his skin, letting one hand go from where they were intertwined at his navel to give him a thumbs up, one you searched with until the curve of your digit jabbed into the bottom of his jaw. Jeongguk leaned this time, backward onto the mattress to take your stature with him, forcing you to scrunch the fabric at his ribs in your palms to hold yourself up and you buried your giggle in the back of his neck. 

“Hey guys—”

“Wait! Did you hit record?”

Jeongguk inhaled through his nose, exhaled all the same, “Yes.”

“Oh,” You ducked underneath his shoulder, watching the ascend of your hand to pat his cheek, “Okay. Proceed.”

“Alright, hey guys—” He startled when your hand previously patting his cheek rose to wave at the camera, a dramatic gesture that stirred your forearm where it was locked against his side, “—uh, as you can tell, things are a bit different today—” you drew your hands in a dramatic circle before reaching to his cheeks, squishing the pliable skin in your fingers as he blubbered, “—...w-we’re doing the not my arms challenge.” 

“Who’s we you ask?—”

“They know who you mean.”

“Come up here anyway.”

You happily stretched your neck, plopping your chin down on his shoulder as you beamed toward the camera, continuing to squish his cheek in your fingers like rubber putty. “Hello.”

“Okay, go back down, you’re ruining the illusion.”

“You’re right, because the aim of the challenge is to be realistic.”

“Anyway, we’ve made a list of simple mundane things and...we’re going to try to do them but without our arms.”

“Riveting.”

“Shh, my arms aren’t supposed to talk.”

The unwritten rule didn’t hold true when you struggled to stretch a soft bristled brush towards his hair, smacking the underside of his chin instead while he groaned in faux pain. “Bend down,” You whined, tapping him purposefully this time but a fraction softer. 

Jeongguk’s spine hunched just enough for you to fit your fingers into the fluffy curls rounding his head, letting you brush through the tendrils with the lopsided cock of the utensil until you gave up, tossing the brush aside to fit your fingers into his scalp. 

“Sometimes, you just have to give yourself a quick massage before doing your hair,” He was narrating as you flexed curved fingertips into the crowd of his head. “And then you…” You pulled your fingers from his hair, pinching haphazardly at different pieces of fringe until they laid, lopsided, against the blink of long eyelashes, shooting a thumbs up toward the camera, “...and then you’re done! Just like that, easy…”

“Generally, doing my hair makes me really thirsty so I just need to reach for my water bottle here—” The bulk of Jeongguk’s torso leaning forward took you with him, snatching the water bottle where it lay sadly off frame on the corner of the mattress. You mumbled against his neck, seriously, but he took no mind to your grumblings other than a soft giggle, watching as you fumbled at the lid before tilting the rim of the bottle towards his lips. 

Three gulps and a splash or two trickling down his chin to race under the collar of his hoodie later, you tossed the water bottle aside with your laughter hidden into his back as Jeongguk grieved, “...now that we’re done getting a drink, I think it’s time to update the old Twitter account—”

“The old Twitter account?” You were purposeful in digging around in the pockets of his sweatpants more than necessary, an off frame activity that the shot only caught the startled rise of his eyebrows and pink in his cheeks as you finally returned with the device, holding it comically in front of his nose, “Are you Yoongi now?”

“That’s not Twitter...that’s still not Twitter. That’s my email, please don’t respond to that—okay, you made it to Twitter. Wait, fuck, don’t retweet that—” 

Jeongguk stared absently at his phone screen while you clambered out from behind his back, sliding until you were seated next to him on the end of the bed. 

“What were you even trying to say?”

“Oh, I was trying to tag my account. Promo, you know.”

“You tagged Jimin.”

“Oh.”

You blinked at each other for a passing moment before Jeongguk shrugged, “Should I tweet it still?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

He locked his phone, tossing it upward on the bed before grinning, “Your turn, baby.”

You sat rigid while he clambered around you, draping his legs alongside your thighs, squeezing broad arms underneath yours, spluttering into your hair, and a ghost of his fingers dancing at your hip just to hear you squeak. 

“My turn I guess,” You narrated to the camera, “So first on our list…”

You startled when Jeongguk lifted one of your attached limbs by the forearm, dangling your limp wrist and hand into the air while your scrunched features regarding him in the viewfinder of his camera. 

“I have a request.”

“Yes, mysterious voice that’s coming from somewhere behind me.”

Jeongguk shifted behind you, index and middle finger gently pressing into the center of your cheek to turn your face toward him. A happy grin over took his features, one that scrunched at the sparkle in the cocoa brown of his irises first and then his nose, finally stretching into his teeth that lit up the entire lower half of his face, a smile that you couldn’t quite scold, even when he happily informed you of said request. 

“This one is called ‘Jeongguk wants a kiss’.”

You flattened your eyelids into two singular lines, glaring at him, forcing a harder, audible giggle from his throat. “That’s not on the list.”

He ignored you, sweetly pecking your mouth once, twice, a chaste second on the fourth, finally releasing you with a nuzzle into your cheek. 

“Okay, proceed.”

“So now my turn begins—” You faltered when Jeongguk shifted behind you, falling into position again to flatten two palms to your cheeks, framing your features, “...and I’m shocked about it?”

He pinched the apple of your cheek in his thumb and index finger on his right hand, retracting his grip on your slowly until his arms had fallen out from underneath yours as fast as they’d fallen into position. You were confused and you made it known when he muttered you’re about to be shocked into the crook of your neck but that question was left hanging in the air, what are you doing?, when orange fabric engulfed your head. 

“Jeongguk!” You screeched, thrashing around inside the belly of the hoodie, ignoring his giggled hushes of encouragement until finally you resurfaced in a ball of static and lack of oxygen, a pressure of fabric wrapped around the front of your neck from where the collar of the hoodie stretched to accommodate both you and your giggling boyfriend now plastered to your back. 

Flat palms fit their way underneath your thighs, lifting until you were fully seated on his lap, entrenched within the fabric of his hoodie. 

“Good news! We both fit in this hoodie.”

“This isn’t the challenge.”

“Technically, this is how you actually do the challenge—” You didn’t see him wink toward the camera nor did you catch the wicked smile that spread over his features, “—but in reality, I just wanted to do this.” 

You shrieked again when dancing fingers infiltrated the hoodie draped at your waist, tickling mercilessly at your sides while you were helpless to go anywhere, trapped mainly at the fabric around your neck but along with Jeongguk’s stature a framed fence, any partially open gate now shut and locked by muscle thighs and bracketed arms, and veiny hands digging into bare skin. You managed to shift within the hoodie, however, turning in his lap until you were taking refuge in the crook of his neck, your attacker your protector all the same and he quit with a gleeful laugh, happily tossing his arms around you (himself?) to hug you into him, cheek pressed to the top of your head. 

“Alright, well that’s it for this weeks video. Make sure to—”

“New merch,” You mumbled miserably into the column of his throat, body still on the tingling comedown from his assault. 

“Oh! Right...there’s a ton of new items in the merch store. Not this hoodie that we’re wearing but I’m sure you could trap your significant others in those as well. Your friends too. Anyone really—”

“Jeongguk.”

“Right, okay, see you next week, bye!” 

It was the normal silence after recording that followed then, you curled into his warmth, fingers tracing the twitching ridges of bare skin revealed to you, periodically pressing your lips to the decoration of moles sprinkled down the slope of his neck while he held you until his camera beeped and Jeongguk let out a soft noise of discontent. 

“I’m foreseeing an issue with this.”

“...an issue? Just one—”

“I have to turn the camera off.”

[dadbodsarehot]

blush;

rating: uh. i guess a little suggestive if you squint. not really though 

pairing: gin x tetsuya 

words 1416 ( this is a long one im so sorry ) 

summary: this started out as a simple kissfic and turned into a full blown confession i accidentally stayed up till 330 am writing it and i am an absolute WRECK. im showering and going to bed. named after this song which i was listening to when i wrote it listen to it as a companion piece or something 

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They are so close; too close. Breaths linger in the air between them, none of them Tetsuyas' own; it felt as if he hadn't breathed in a week, or perhaps a month or even a year. How had they gotten here? Why hadn't they moved? How long had it been?  It all seemed irrelevant in the wake of how many nights he had dreamed of a view like this, of how many nights he had wondered about what it would feel like to straddle his captains lap.

The room is too dark, too bright. Long fingers linger on his hips, rubbing in circles barely there, but the intimacy of the motion pales in comparison to blue eyes lingering on his own features. How many people had seen such a thing? How many people had been so close? He couldn't make eye contact; he simply couldn't. Instead he would stare at his mouth, absent of it's cheshire grin in favor of a far too serious expression.  

"Tetsuya," His name is a purr he doesn't recognize, laden with a power he's sure that he doesn't possess. Is this real? It could all be a dream, if not for fingers digging into the meat of his hips, what little there is, strong- it's all he can do to suppress the squeak that threatens to leave him. "Look at me."

"R-right, I, I'm sorry, I-" He's powerless to obey such a command, and the shock that goes through him in their moment of open connection, pink pouring into blue and shifting into purple in his chest, is enough to send a hard shudder down his spine and steal the anxious rambling from his throat all by itself. It doesn't go unnoticed; he didn't think it would. That smile is back, albeit it in a new form, the edges soft.

Could such a look really be meant for him?

"You always do exactly as I say, Tetsuya. Surely," The hands on his hips slide up, dance along the curve of his spine, short circuit the thoughts in his brain. He wishes he could still be staring at Gins' mouth and regrets all the time he already spent doing it. "There must be something you want to do yourself. Something you dream about. Why don't you show me?"

Tetsuya doesn't miss the assumption; of course he must dream about him. Is it so obvious? It's not something he can try to deny; at this point, he wasn't sure if he would deny it no matter what the consequences ended up being. His cheeks burn, and the smile only grows wider.

"Something I- I want to do- m-myself... S-something I- d-dream about? You want me to...." Tetsuya swallows hard; his head spins and the room spins with it, a dizzy tilt. This couldn't possibly be real and yet he couldn't possibly be making it up. The scratch of nails against his scalp, against his sensitive throat, makes his eyelashes flutter heavy against his cheek, if only for a moment. "Ohhh- Is that really- I mean- Am I- Are you sure?"

"Touch me, Tetsuya." Is there an edge of need hidden just behind the command, a yearning, a please? The thought puts wings in his stomach even more than the phrase itself. Where had he lost track of his hands? They had hung limply at his sides for so long that it takes a moment to regain the feeling in them when his shaking fingertips land on the thickness of Gins' shoulders.

His exploration is slow, his eye contact unblinking; fabric slides down, revealing pale skin to his dragging touches. The collarbones he stared at, bared to his caress, the hollow of his throat that he thought so often about pressing his lips against, the curve of his jawline that he imagined tucking his head under as they slept together. So soft, too soft; Tetsuya had never imagined he would be so soft. The electric current between them is palpable, shifting between them in the gaps between their bodies and in the contact of their skin.

All at once, it's too much and not enough. He surges forward, unable to stop himself, lessening the space between them even further. Their foreheads touch now, the curve of his fingers around a pale neck and the shift of his other hand through silver hair drawing a low hum out of the man under him. There too, he is soft; he wonders if Gin thinks the same of him, if he's enjoying the gentle card of his own long fingers through brunette locks. If he's enjoying this half as much as Tetsuya is- if it means all the same things to him as it does to Tetsuya.

"Is th-this- Would this be- Can I- Can I really..." The words are so low he might as well be talking to himself. What he wants, what he wants more than anything, is so close, so within his reach. "You kn-know what I- What I need to show you- Can I- I h-have your permission?" He already had it- he was sure he did.

Selfish, selfish, selfish- he just wants to hear him say it.  

"Yes. Show me." The hot breath slips out over his lips, a tease of sensation that sends another hot shudder down his spine. Just like that, nothing matters but that heat, but the search for it and the cultivation of it low in his stomach. He leans in the rest of the way, connecting their mouths and letting his eyes flutter shut as euphoria floods into his bloodstream, sparks singing all the way down to the tips of his toes and back. The hand in his hair tightens it's grip, almost enough to hurt him, to make him spill a low moan between their mouths. He's being dragged closer by the waist, then, the space between them gone, the press of their chests coinciding with the mingling of their heartbeats. His dreams hadn't done this moment justice. How could they have? Teeth nip at his bottom lip, using his answering gasp as an entrance point, their tongues mingling at the point where it feels like the universe has formed a singularity and melted their existences into one being.

If he had ever doubted it before, that he had been made specifically to belong to this man, that they had been made to fit together, that he would do or be anything in the world for him- that thought dissipated now once and for all, lost in the faint vibration of near-purring moans against his tongue with every bit of friction between them. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, singing to his blood and setting it aflame in his veins. It sounds like every moment of the rest of his life, like a desire so all consuming and perfect he would thank it for drowning him.

It wasn't by his choice that they broke apart, the traitorous need of his body for oxygen betraying him in the end. A silence stretches out between them, filled with nothing but panting and the shifting of fabric on their bodies. The enormity of what they had done, how good it had felt, was finally washing over him. What would happen now? Would anything change? Would they leave this room and go back to normal, like it had never happened? Would he wake up and reveal it had all been a dream? His already exerted breathing picked up, the onset of panic setting in, but it was quieted by the gentle scrape of nails against his scalp, by the icy chill of blue eyes again focused on his own.  

"Tetsuya..." It’s an admonishment as much as it is praise, as much as it is meant to soothe him. But he couldn't be soothed; the words he longed to say were bubbling up his throat- he either said them now or he said them never.

"C-captain," No. That was wrong. Force of habit. He restarts. "Gin-" Saying it, his first name, tasting how it sounded in his own voice unmodified and intimate, sends another hard shiver through him. Judging from the look that passes over his face, Gin likes it too. "I. Listen. I have to say. I have to tell you- I have to- you have to know that I- That I- That I-" He’s silenced easily by a peck against his lips, by the sound of a low chuckle.

"I love you too, Tetsuya."

[lucy-pepperwood]

Soul Eater O.C.

Soul Eater Au

Lenora Reed ( top )

Florence Ballad ( bottom )

( Gif credit is Castlevania and Noragami, and weapon pic is also Castlevania, Lenora weapon form is based on morning start whip)

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Lenora Reed

Age: 16

Height:5'9

Blood type: B+

Status: Weapon

Weapon type: Chain Whip

Partner: Florence Ballad

The first thing people notice about Lenora Reed is her eyes. A pale blue in color and no pupil. Lenora Reed is entirely blind. Lenora was lucky enough to grow up in a relatively wealthy family, she was able to learn everything she needed to know. Brail, how to walk with a cane, and how to live with the constant questions. The problem with Lenora's upbringing was complete and totally coddling she received very day. Her parents and siblings treated her like she was infantile. The treatment only got worse when it was discovered that she and her sisters were all weapons. Her sisters. Wendy and Corinna had no interest in their weapons forms. But Lenora, it was a whole new world. It wasn't a real sight that was granted to her, but still, it was better than nothing, and her parents refused to let her train. In pursuit of her new ability to see, Lenora ran away. She booked it from England all the way to Nevada and enrolled in the DWMA.

Her first year, she entered as a N.O.T. student, but after her first year, she is promoted into the E.A.T. course. This is only possible because of her and her partner's hard work. 

Florence Ballad is a godsend to Lenora. She's open to eager even to learn this new technique. Lenora and fluoresce clock hours working this technique out, barley sleeping their first year. Between training, school, and eating, sleeping early made the cut, and their social life was genuinely non-existent. 

Florence and Lenora overcame everyone's expectations. Lenora is not the first blind student in the school, but she is the first blind student in the E.A.T. program.

Lenora has a high drive to prove everyone wrong. She is a goal-orientated person. She is dedicated and hates it when others complain of don't put their all in. 

Lenora has told no one she is a runaway. She spent months stocking money and gathering the documents needed to train at the school. Lenora's parents are looking for her everywhere but can't seem to find her. 

In her time at  DWMA and under the influence of Florence, Lenora has experimented wildly with her appearance. She copped all of her hair and dyed it from brown to pastel pink, she got piercing and even a tattoo on her face. She has gone a little bit wild now that she has no parental rules holding her back. 

Lenora is kinda selfish, she's thrown all her manners out the window, and she's uglily to do favors for anyone. She's also not very considerate of others' feelings. Lenora is a tell it like it is kinda person and doesn't beat around the bush. This doesn't make her very many friends, but the ones she does appreciate her honesty. 

When people are having a crisis of faith or don't know what to do, they come to Lenora because they know they will get straight answers, even if they are a bit rude. Some times people walk away in tears. 

Lenora as a weapon and a fighter is very aware of her surroundings. Once she became a weapon, Lenora became aware of a new facet of soul powers. When transformed, Lenora can sense the earth and her surroundings. In a sense, she opens her wavelength up into a spare around herself and can sense everything in that space. This allows her to "see." Lenora is a practitioner of using her wavelength as a weapon. When fighting out of her weapon from her sphere is only afoot. So to make sure she can end the fights quickly, Lenora learned to fight with her wavelength. She can power her limbs and her strikes. When sparring her opponents after the fact will say that her hits feel like burns. Lenora is a practitioner of Aikido

The one regret Lenora has about cutting her hair is that she can no longer use it as a fighting tool. Lenora is not comfortable shifting only part of her body.

Given that Lenora has an active soul wavelength, she now has enhanced speed, endurance, strength, and other physical abilities. As she grows stronger in mind and body, these abilities these enhancements also increase. 

Lenora prefers fighting in her weapon form. She is a chain whip with the capability of shifting her length. She is ultra-durable in this form. The mooring ball at the end of her strap is capable of crushing metal and concrete. Her chains, after also sharp, getting hit by her in this form, is deadly. Lenora is also capable of discharging wavelength attacks in this form. 

Lenora is a very singular person, she will not bond with another meister. No other meister has been able to use her. It was honestly a surprise that she even found one. She and Florence are very compatible. 

Lenora's soul bubble is actually a deep Fusha color, and her tattoo appears on it. Her hair on this bubble seems like an upward spiral. 

Facts about Lenora

She is a Taurus 

Her favorite food is Pork 

She can play the Piano

Lenora always wears a ring on her left-hand pinky finger

Lenora does not have her ears pierced

Lenora is a cheater when it comes to board games and cards

Lenora prefers heat and does not like the cold. 

Florence Ballad

Age: 16

Height 5'9

Blood Type: O+

Status: Human

Type: Meister

Florence Ballad is tired of being compared to her perfect siblings. Her elder twin siblings and even her younger twin siblings. Florence is tired of being the odd one out in the perfect matched sets. She is tired of being judged and having her siblings turn against her for the love of their mother. 

Elder set: ( Arthur and Louisa)

Younger set: ( Daphne and Helena )

Florence is the odd one out in a family full of prodigies and geniuses. She constant craves her mother's affection and praise but never reassess it. Her elder siblings are musical savants, and her younger ones are graduating high school at 12. Nothing Florence does will ever be enough. Her mother ( Winifred ) docent believe Florence will ever amount to anything. When her daughter asks to go to DWMA to be a Meister, she even says I doubt you'll make it. 

Florence is dead set on proving her mother and her siblings wrong. 

Florence is a perfectionist with a high amount of pride. She is a strong-willed person and has never really had friends before. All the people in her life gravitating towards the famous and oh so smart twins. 

Florence is packed off to school without as so much as a goodbye. 

Her pride and her ego finality take some hits.

Her first year, she is lucky enough to meet Lenora Reed. A girl with just as much drive as herself. The first weeks were rocky, though, Florence was off-putting to many potential partners with her work ethic and lack of consideration. That way, she and Lenora made such a perfect pair. Lenora had a goal and a drive for greatness, and Florence had the determination and the same drive to help make it happen. 

Florence's personality and goals revolve heavily around her family. She makes plans so that she can impress them or one of them by becoming famous as well. 

Together Florence and Lenora become a machine. Day in day out hard work and no play. They made it into the E.A.T. course when no one thought they could. 

While her mother does not love Florence like she loves her twins, she does still finally support Florence, giving her allowances and even buying Florence an Apartment in Death City. While Florence knows she needs this money, she tries not to spend it at all and instead saves it. She has a part-time job in which she gets her own spending money. 

Florence, while she doesn't make friends with many others. It is very close to Lenora. Both girls are best friends as well as partners, they make choices together and spend all their free time together. 

Florence is a meister, she has no weapon blood. She trains to be at her physical peak and trains with Lenora and her whip form instantly. In hand to hand combat Florence has become a beast. She strikes fast and hard. She is a practitioner of Jui Jitsu, Sambo and Krav Maga, all systems of martial arts that were developed for battlefield use.

Florence can use her wavelength as a weapon. Also, because her wavelength is active, Florence has an enhanced physical body. Florence can attack with her wavelength, she also is the co-developer of the wavelength sphere, a sensing technique for both misters and weapons

Florence is an assertive soul. Her soul is lime green and depicted with two buns on its head as well as long eyelashes. 

Facts about Florence

She is a Virgo

Her favorite food is Duck 

She knows how to juggle

She learned how to read Braille 

She is a bonafide speed reader

She knows when she is dreaming and can wake herself up manually

Facts about Florence and Lenora

Together their first year, they each slept about 4 hours a night. 

Both girls wear white button-ups with blue ties, a black blazer, and shin-length black skirts. 

They both also wear black flats. 

They both work for the school in the Library. 

Both girls drink Tea over Coffee 

Both love Hot coco though 

Both girls have massive sweet tooths 

Both girls are Strong Souls 

Their Apartment color theme is pastel yellow and white 

Neither of them returns home for any holidays Neither has had a boyfriend 

At the start of the storyline, the girls are third years 

Their soul collection number at the beginning of the cannon is 75 souls 

Neither girl likes the cold

Both girls are from England 

Lenora: Brist

Florence: London

Upon completing the 100 souls requirement, both girls hope to be sent to South America to help establish DWMA school branches

[silly-nonny-fics-are-for-fandoms]

Gimme that boy

Bakukami Week Day four (Part two) : Makeup @officialbakukamiweek   Summary: Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Kaminari is going out to a party, and he’s wearing makeup and Bakugo can’t handle it. Read on Ao3

Going out to a party was an epidemic for Kaminari. It always had been and always would be, plain and simple. Figuring out the right outfit, hair, and makeup, making sure to be ready to deal with drunk adults, the questions about his sexuality and the knowledge that someone, someone would bring the drinks to the dance floor and he'd get grinded on by a stranger.

Did those mean he didn't like them?

No. He loved parties. He enjoyed being able to let loose and dance, laughing with his friends and the idea of being able to go out somewhere new exhilarated him.

This time he'd been invited to a party with some old middle school friends, the kind who got themselves into more trouble than necessary.

"C'mon Firefly!" They'd said, over speakerphone no less in front of his new friends, "It'll be a blast! You can bring some of your new friends, too!"

'Firefly?' Mina had whispered to Kirishima, who shrugged and stared at Bakugo for an answer, Sero smirking to Kaminari's embarrassment.

"Fine. When is it?" He'd asked, being told the location and time.

Bakugo and Sero had refused the offer to go, though Kirishima and Mina were more than happy to meet Kaminari's old middle school friends and possibly get the story behind the nickname. Kirishima wasn't going to the party, but he'd introduce himself at least.

He wished everyone had agreed to go, really; parties were more fun when surrounded by people you knew, and as much as he loved his friends, they were the type of people to accidentally ditch you at any event.

He'd already showered and dressed; his leather knee-high heeled boots with dark ripped denim jeans showing fishnet tights underneath, a Prussian blue loose button up he'd gotten in the women's section and a black leather jacket to tie it all together. He'd let the waves of his hair run freely, not hindered by more than running his fingers through it for the sake of tidiness. Only one thing remained; the makeup.

Starting with primer, he gently massaged it into his skin before moving on to his concealer, lightly applied under and around his eyes before his foundation, applying a very light powder to do so. Next, eyebrows. A single shade darker than his natural hair carefully applied to achieve the perfect arch. Nice. Now, eye makeup.

Subtle pinks on his top lid, blended into a naturalistic brown by the crease and corner, small spotlight over the center of his eyelid. Small dots of white by the tear duct. Along the bottom lashline, a thin line of purple and blue which he blended into the brown. Applying his false eyelashes, he chuckled to himself and wondered what his friends would think of his outfit as a whole.

He rarely wore makeup, something he saved strictly for special occasions for the sake of time, but he did enjoy it. With makeup, in general, being in fashion, he owned a few different pallets to play around with for colors. While he waited for his eyelash glue to dry, he quickly applied a quick bit of highlighter bright enough to make Aoyama jealous. He applied mascara to his eyelashes to darken them, covering the gold which matched his hair.

To finish off his look, black eyeliner with a small, smooth wing so as not to emphasize his eyes much further.

Bright red matte lipstick, setting spray, then he was ready to go. Standing up and glancing at the mirror, he whistled. Damn.

"Kaminari! Are you ready?" Mina asked through the door, "Cause they're here to pick us up!"

"C'mon, you're gonna be late!" Kirishima urged, opening the door and looking in, face turning approximately fifty shades redder than his hero costume. "Holy... Wow."

"Thanks," Kaminari smirked, not even wobbling on his heels as he walked over, putting his wallet and phone into the pockets of his jeans.

"Get it boy~!" Mina cheered, looking him up and down. Her bodycon tye dye dress looked shabby in comparison; Even Kirishima, who apparently did own a singular outfit which fit well and didn't look horrendous paled in comparison.

"Ready to go party?"

"Kaminari is this a-" Kirishima started to ask, staring at his friend.

"No, not a club college party; unless they're running with the wrong crowd, they're not that different from us. Just a penchant for getting into, well, various kinds of trouble." He chuckled, remembering some of the various things they had told him about.

"Did you join them?" Mina asked as they walked to the stairs, Kirishima walking on the other side of his middle school friend.

"Not if it involved drugs or alcohol," He shrugged, "Went to a few parties. One of them was dating a high schooler from this school for delinquents, but I think she broke it off with him? I don't know, she was who got us into the biggest trouble."

As soon as they reached the common room, they spotted Sero and Bakugo waiting by the door, along with several pairs of eyes staring directly at Kaminari.

Katsuki Bakugo believed it should be illegal to be as pretty as Kaminari was in that moment. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. Why had he refused to go to the party again? Right. He hated parties.

"Woah, looking good, Kaminari! Wait, are you wearing makeup?" Sero asked, the energetic blonde nodding with enthusiasm.

"Yeap! I figured, well, I'm going dancing with friends, I might as well make myself look pretty, right?"

"You always fucking look pretty!" Bakugo protested, glaring at the offending products like they had insulted his mother, "You don't fucking need makeup to look good."

"Coming from the hottest boy in class, that's rich." Kaminari sauntered right on past him, opening the door and heading out to his friend's car, Mina and Kirishima right behind.

Honestly, Bakugo hadn't even noticed the makeup at first. He thought Kaminari looked better without it; Smiling, his imperfections showing and not hidden. Obviously, Kaminari looked good in anything, which was mostly what had gotten him so embarrassed. No one person should look that good in anything.

So, of course, he had waited up for the dumbasses to come back. He waited until everyone had long since gone to bed, with a promise to Iida that he'd lecture the hell out of them. Finally, they walked in around one am, Mina's arm slung over Kaminari's shoulder and her heels in his left hand. She looked completely wrecked, partied out. Her whole face was fuschia.

Kaminari on the other hand, still in his heels and fucking makeup, only looked red and more focused on getting Mina somewhere she could rest.

"What fucking took you so long?" Bakugo hissed, Kaminari's amber gaze meeting his blazing crimson. He sighed and put Mina down on the long couch, where she immediately fell asleep and he sat down next to Bakugo, mumbling something.

"I'm only gonna ask one more time, Sparky. What. Fucking. Took so long?" Bakugo growled.

"Shhhhhh," Kaminari shushed him, holding a finger in front of his red lips, "You're loud."

Bakugo glared as a response.

"So. Yeah. Apparently, one of mine. Uh. Friends. Yeah. She had a quirk which... Uh. Got people drunk? On somethin'. Ethanol. That's it." His brain wasn't working right, obviously.

"Oh fuck, you're drunk." Bakugo rolled his eyes, helping Kaminari up shakily. The shorter male, now taller than Bakugo because of those fucking boots, mumbled something about not being drunk.

"Mina is, not me." He pointed to himself, "Just. Brain dead."

"So, drunk." He shrugged, "Where the fuck is those things..." Bakugo walked over to the bathrooms, unashamedly walking into the girl's room and grabbing a package of makeup wipes.

"No, I'm not." Bakugo had Kaminari sit down on one of the loveseats, taking off his heels as he opened the package, sitting next to him so they didn't disturb Mina.

"You're so fucking drunk. How long does this last?"

"An hour. It won't work twice in a row." He pouted, swatting away the other's hands. He leaned up, pressing those bright red lips to Bakugo's cheek, the teenager blushing brightly and making an odd, embarrassed noise.

"Fuck off!" He pushed the other away, breathing quickly. What the hell was that?! Why the fuck?!

Kaminari giggled, "C'mon, that's not the worst we've done."

"Fuck you!"

"You did, though. Two days ago?"

Bakugo pushed him down against the couch, "Shut up. Let me fucking get this stupid makeup off of you, idiot."

"Okay~" Kaminari relaxed, yawning and Bakugo handed him a makeup wipe, and slowly they got everything off of the blonde's face.

"Did I at least look good?" He asked cheeks tinted pink; from abrasion or embarrassment, it was unclear.

"You always fucking look good."

Kaminari hummed tiredly, leaning against Bakugo. "Yay...~"

"Okay, you've officially gone stupid. Fuck my life."

But Kaminari was already asleep, and Bakugo was tired. Laying down next to the other blonde, he appreciated Kaminari's makeup-less features. Everything seemed softer, nicer, and the small marks which adorned his skin only drew him in further.

He fell asleep on the couch, unaware of the lipstick mark on his cheek.

[astrofireworks]

new year’s day

There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

(1 Jan 2018)

From where he is on the floor, Jinjin can see dust motes floating on a ray of sunshine. It’s almost peaceful, with MJ’s head pillowed on his chest and Sanha draped a distance away over an armchair, the only interruption being soft snores from Rocky somewhere on the sofa behind him. The curtains are pulled closed, leaving only a crack to allow daylight in.

He isn’t sure at what point last night they all clocked out – the last thing he remembers is MJ deciding to take a nap some time past three in the morning, and him pulling a sleepy MJ into his embrace while the other four, huddled around a Monopoly board with drinks in their hands, laugh at their oldest. He remembers tugging MJ closer to him and burying his nose into MJ’s hair; he remembers telling a drowsy MJ to sleep and pressing a kiss to his forehead and reassuring Eunwoo that no, he’s fine with being on the floor even though Eunwoo’s offering his own bed and even though he knows his back will kill him when he wakes up.

There is a small noise from the kitchen and Jinjin smiles. Trust Eunwoo to be the one to wake up first to clean up the drinks from last night. There are still green and pink pieces of monopoly money scattered around the floor, traces of the kids giving the game up one by one. Jinjin wonders who won.

He sees Eunwoo step out of the kitchen, socked feet quiet against the hardwood floor as he pads into the living room.

“You’re up?” Eunwoo mouths.

Jinjin smiles in response. “Where’s Bin?”

There is a light blush across Eunwoo’s cheeks as he answers, “Our room.” He catches Eunwoo sliding into a smile the moment he says ‘our’, and feels his heart warm in response. He will be forever grateful that Bin finally took his head out of his ass to confess his feelings to Eunwoo – he wasn’t sure how many more secret looks and longing sighs he could have taken.

He watches Eunwoo pick up the stray pieces of Monopoly money, strange as it looks through horizontal mode from his position lying on the floor. “Eunwoo,” he whispers.

Eunwoo pauses in his cleaning and looks up, long fingers still curled around pink papers.

“Where are the polaroids from last night?”

Eunwoo’s eyes curve into a smile, and he reaches over to the coffee table to gather up the photos to hand to Jinjin.

Jinjin grins, the arm not curled around MJ reaching out to receive the polaroids. They’re beautiful, he thinks.

He shuffles through them one-handedly. There’s one of Sanha peeking from behind his hot chocolate mug, and another of him pretending to chug from an unopened soda bottle. There’s one of Rocky trying to bite Bin’s shoulder and Bin leaning away – Jinjin feels like if he focuses hard enough, he might just be able to hear Bin’s laughter.

There’s one of Rocky holding up a thick wad of monopoly money, looking far off into the distance with a haughty expression, and Jinjin can barely hold back a snort. There’s one of Eunwoo doing the exact same thing, haughty expression and all, except with only a singular note between his fingers and Jinjin can’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Now he knows who won.

MJ shifts in his arms, no doubt jostled by the laugh, and Jinjin runs his fingers through MJ’s hair to soothe him before picking up the next polaroids.

There’s one of him trying to stuff an entire sandwich in his mouth, with Sanha cheering on one side and Bin giving him a judgemental look on the other. There’s one of MJ attempting the same thing, with himself and Sanha laughing hard in the far corner. There’s one of Bin, cheeks already stuffed full and another sandwich in his hand, leaning against a slightly perturbed Eunwoo.

There’s one of Bin pressing a kiss to Eunwoo’s cheek, with Eunwoo’s face mid-laugh and dim lighting making it such that their faces are the only two visible things in frame. They are so, so in love it makes Jinjin’s heart swell.

And then there’s one of MJ, with his lovely cheeks crinkled up in his carefree smile and his messy bangs falling over bright eyes. Jinjin stares at it for a while – it isn’t often that you capture something this beautiful and get to keep with you forever.

There is a shift on Jinjin’s chest, and he looks down just in time to see MJ bury his nose into his chest. There is a beat, and MJ looks up, eyes still half-closed.  

“Morning, sweetheart,” Jinjin whispers.

MJ smiles blearily, fists coming up to rub the sleep away. “What’re you looking at?”

Jinjin hands him the polaroid he was looking at, and MJ snorts, tossing it a distance away.

Jinjin makes an indignant sound, “What did you do that for? That was my favourite one – “

“There’s no point looking at a photo when you have the real deal right here,” MJ sounds back, smile evident in a voice still slightly gravelly from sleep, and Jinjin can’t stop the laughter bubbling up from his chest.

He’s right though, Jinjin thinks. He brushes MJ’s bangs away from his eyes and presses a good morning kiss to his forehead.

“I love you.”

I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

(1 Jan 2019)

Bin has barely time to wonder why his bed is so cold when there is a dip in the mattress, and an arm snakes around his waist.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” A pair of lips press against the back of his neck.

Bin smiles and turns to face Eunwoo. “You weren’t here when I woke up.”

“I went to clean up the stuff in the living room before everyone else wakes up. Don’t want anyone crashing into bottles.”

Eunwoo’s eyes are sparkling and Bin feels the warmth of the smile in Eunwoo’s voice all the way down to his toes. “Are the two old men in your old room?”

Eunwoo snorts and presses a kiss to Bin’s nose. “Don’t let them hear you call you old men; MJ won’t come over anymore.”

“They always fall asleep before anyone else does, anyway. We can have New Year’s parties over at their place instead then, so they can sleep in their own bed.”

“Sanha lost the bet last night, remember? He’s already hosting 2020’s.”

Bin laughs, and tucks himself into Eunwoo’s arms. There is a sort of comforting thrill in the confidence with which Eunwoo announces the fact, a confidence in their friend group staying best friends and ringing in the next new year together. There is a moment of silence, with Bin’s head on Eunwoo’s heart and Bin feeling Eunwoo’s chest rise and fall with each breath.

Eunwoo tightens his hold on Bin and watches Bin’s eyelashes as he blinks drowsily. He’s beautiful, Eunwoo thinks, with his soft cheeks pressed against Eunwoo’s chest and his lips pushed out in a slight pout. How lucky he is to have this sight to wake up to, every day.

“We never got our midnight kiss this year,” Eunwoo says, instead. “We were too busy playing charades.”

Bin looks up and laughs. He stretches, all languid lines and soft muscles, before flipping over and propping himself up on his forearms. He leans over to press a gentle kiss to Eunwoo’s lips.

Eunwoo savours the soft warmth of Bin’s lips against his own, morning breath and all, before Bin pulls away.

“There’s no point in having kisses at midnight on New Year’s only,” Bin murmurs against his lips, “when we can have kisses all year round.”

Eunwoo laughs, then pulls himself out of bed. “You’re right. Now I gotta go clean up the rest of the room before the old men and the kids wake up.”

Bin’s response of, “Don’t let them hear that!” is met with a soft laugh as Eunwoo pads out of the room.

Bin yawns and appreciates the view of Eunwoo’s back for a moment before hauling his ass out of bed too. If Eunwoo’s set on clearing the apartment before the boys crashed in their living room wake up, he might as well help.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

(1 Jan 2020)

Sanha isn’t sure how they got themselves into this tangle, but he’s learnt to never question his best friends.

Especially when they’re in a literal tangle on the Twister mat. Rocky is trapped somewhere underneath Bin and he’s laughing breathlessly and Jinjin’s yelling about someone’s elbow being in his face. Eunwoo’s face is dangerously close to MJ’s and Sanha can only laugh at how ridiculous this entire situation looks from where he’s perched on the sofa.

He grabs his polaroid camera and calls out to the giggling heap, “Look up, y’all!”

Rocky is the only one vaguely facing in his direction and he gives Sanha a bright smile just as Sanha presses his finger on the shutter. A whir of the camera later, the polaroid has come out perfectly and what used to be five men playing Twister has devolved into a full out tickle fight with Rocky screaming at Sanha for backup.

Their laughs are bright and way too loud for two in the morning, but Sanha can somehow pick out each individual laugh – MJ’s loud cackling, Rocky’s animated yelps, Bin’s breathy laughter, Eunwoo’s squeaky inhales and Jinjin’s low chuckling. Sanha’s heart is warm and full and he’s standing in the middle of his living room with his reindeer onesie with his best friends in a screaming mess on the floor, but honestly? He would give anything to pause time and keep this moment forever.

He snaps another polaroid and Rocky screeches louder for Sanha to come and save him from the rest of the boys.

Sanha sets down his camera, and with a high-pitched war cry, delves into the mess.

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you And I will hold on to you.

(31 Dec 2020)

Rocky sets down the wine bottle in his hand and lets out a low whistle. MJ and Jinjin have managed to decorate their new apartment pretty well, despite their bickering about the colour scheme. Their living room is painted a homey sunshine yellow and there are photographs of multiple sizes in frames above the sofa, arranged so that they cover nearly the entire wall.

There are throw pillows with covers that have cheesy sayings on them, and one pillow with a badly patterned “Goat!”. Rocky isn’t sure if he wants to know the back story behind it, but knowing MJ, it probably is hilarious.

Bin is already sprawled on the sofa, head hanging off one arm and talking to Sanha upside down. There is some unidentifiable piano music coming from the phone abandoned beside Bin and Sanha’s shuffling through a stack of what seems like playing cards and threatening to throw one at Bin’s head; Rocky has to stifle a laugh.

Eunwoo pops his head out of MJ’s kitchen and asks Rocky for help in carrying the food into the living room. Rocky complies.

A disaster.

There is flour all over the table and the sink is overflowing with soap suds and Rocky’s pretty sure the oven isn’t supposed to be smoking. Jinjin has a streak of chocolate across his cheek and a tray of what looks like charcoal sticks in front of him. The only edible food seems to be the ones in the Tupperware Eunwoo’s brought over from his own apartment.

But Jinjin and MJ are laughing and Eunwoo is shaking his head fondly and Rocky can’t help but smile because this is them, this is the six of them in a nutshell – a mess, but a beautiful and happy mess, and Rocky couldn’t feel more warm.

Jinjin waves him towards the food and turns around to toss the coal bricks into the trash. “Utensils are in the second drawer on the left. Should we forgo plates this year too?”

“We never use plates. Who needs plates when you have your rice bowls?” Eunwoo peels back a Tupperware cover and peers into it. “This one’s curry.”

Rocky clicks open another Tupperware container and wrinkles his nose, “This one’s pickled cucumbers.”

“Just because you don’t like cucumbers doesn’t mean the rest of us won’t eat it,” Jinjin says sensibly, then shoves three more Tupperwares into Rocky’s hands. “Bring these out, will you?”

Rocky heads out to the living room to set down the food, topmost Tupperware nearly tumbling onto the coffee table.

Bin perks up at the sight of food, and swings himself into a sitting position. “Are we eating yet?”

As the other three bring more food to the living room, Rocky watches Sanha clear his playing cards from the table. He squints. Those aren’t playing cards.

He picks one up, and it’s a polaroid of them, four years ago. Eunwoo is holding the camera and the five of them are piled up behind him, Sanha just making it into the top right corner of the polaroid. They are all squinting in the sunlight, and Jinjin’s smile is nearly blinding.

MJ sets down another stack of Tupperwares and picks up a polaroid from the stack in Sanha’s hands. “Oooh, I remember this.” It’s one of the six of them huddling on the beach in their winter coats, with Eunwoo screaming about how cold it was and Jinjin hollering at whoever it was holding the camera to take it quickly, before they all froze to death.

There’s one of Eunwoo in a suit, tossing autumn leaves into the air, laugh nearly audible. There’s one of Rocky in a striped turtle neck and red blazer, standing in front of some random rich man’s house, holding a rose from their rose bush in front of his face. There’s one of Sanha dead asleep on a chair, mouth open, and Bin squatting down next to him and pretending to poke his face.

There’s one of all six of them in suits at Sanha’s brother’s wedding. Sanha’s beaming at the camera like there’s no tomorrow, happiness palpable even two years after the fact and Rocky can’t help but smile.

Eunwoo sits down next to Rocky, setting down all the Tupperwares in his arms. He peers over Rocky’s shoulder at the polaroids in Rocky’s hands. “Why’d you bring these, Sanha?”

“I thought it’d be nice for MJ and Jinjin to string them up on a wall or something. I have so many of them from over the years we might as well start turning them into decoration; I already have about forty of them up on my wall, remember?”

Eunwoo hums in agreement, shuffling through some of the polaroids. He says something about making sure each row has a balance of portrait and landscape polaroids, but his voice fades into the background as Rocky squints hard at Sanha.

Rocky’s pretty sure he’s seen Sanha’s wall before, but Sanha’s honestly been over to his place more than he’s ever been to Sanha’s. In fact, he thinks, all the memories he’s had with Sanha – Sanha screaming over Mario Kart, Sanha finishing all the ice cream in Rocky’s fridge, Sanha doodling whiskers on his face in Sharpie when Rocky fell asleep on the sofa, Sanha rummaging through Rocky’s drawers for something large enough to function as pyjamas, Sanha falling asleep on Rocky’s lap – have all been in his apartment.

He looks back up at Sanha, who’s staring at him expectantly, playful frustration a thin mask over palpable disappointment. “Do you not remember my wall?”

“Um,” Rocky says instead, and pulls out a copy of his apartment key from his pocket, “Move in with me?”

hello happy end-2017, may 2018 be better for the world and for astro and for you!!! 

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Could you please do a slash oneshot of Harry and Ron with a lot of fluff and smut, like Harry goes kisses Ron in front of everyone and asks him to be his boyfriend and they go on their first date or something? I love this pairing so much but there is hardly any good fanfictions about them.

I ended up not including smut in this because so many of the other prompts I have in my inbox include smut. Hope that’s okay! This was a lot of fun to write because it was so different to everything else that I’ve been writing. You can find this on Archive as well.

Tendrils of nervousness wrapped around his stomach and heart as he slowly walked through the crowds of people over to the one person he had been looking for. His lungs were heaving for air already at the mere thought of what he was about to do. He could feel his heart beating in his chest and his pulse on the back of his neck. His breath caught in his throat and he almost stumbled as he finally got through the crowds and reached his desired person. He reached out, grabbing the cuff of the other students.

“Harry!” Ron beamed widely as he turned around to see the other teenager.

“Hi, Ron,” Harry flushed darkly. His tongue turned to lead in his mouth for a moment, leaving them standing next to each other awkwardly.

“Did you want something? I was just headed to meet up with Hermione for classes,” Ron pointed behind him to where their other friend had already disappeared.

“Yeah, um, I did,” he nodded, his cheeks on fire. “Well, I wanted to ask you something, really. It’s kind of awkward and I don’t know how to say it without being weird.”

“Harry, we’re best mates. Nothing could really be weird between us,” Ron chuckled, hefting his bag up on his shoulder a bit more. 

The shorter of the two teens felt his heart sink down into his stomach. He was beginning to regret his decision to act on his crush, since he had just gotten the redhead back. What if he lost Ron again, but this time for good?

“Come on, just tell me. Nothing can be that bad,” the redhead gently punched his arm as he began to walk down the halls with the crowds of other students flowing around them. 

“Well, it might be that bad. Just, promise me that we’ll always be mates, no matter what,” Harry said seriously.

“Erm, okay. I promise. Nothing you could do would make me not want to hang out with you anymore. Even if I was being an ass earlier this year,” the smile on his face turned a little bitter, but Harry knew that the other teenager was pointing that anger at himself.

“Okay. So, do you remember when we were in the common room playing truth or dare with those candies? And then you told everyone that you were into some of the guys in our year?” Harry began, rubbing his hands together in front of him worriedly.

Ron’s ears turned nearly as red as his hair. “Yeah, I do. Vividly.”

“Well, I know that you didn’t get a date with your first choice, and you probably have someone else that you want to take, but I didn’t have anyone else in mind that I would want to take so I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me?” Harry rushed out all at once.

“Wait, you want me to go to the Yule Ball with you?” Ron asked, his eyes widening with the shock.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded.

“Like as your date? If not that’s fine, I just thought that maybe since you were talking about the other people that we were going to take, but if not I understand cause I guess that would be a bit weird-” Harry cut his best friend off before he could continue, bringing their lips together for a quick kiss.

It barely lasted a second, just their lips brushing against each other in passing.  Despite the lack of time spent together, it felt more right than almost anything else had for either teenager. They were now so enraptured with each other that they could barely even register the people around them staring.

“Woah. Okay,” Ron nodded. His eyelashes fluttered for a moment as his brain hurried to catch up with what just happened. “Does this mean that you do want me to come with you to the Yule Ball as your date?”

“Yeah, it does,” Harry grinned even wider as there didn't’ seem to be any disgust or anger from the redhead.

“Good, because I’d like that,” Ron nodded firmly. 

“Yeah, good,” Harry nodded back in reply. 

“I, erm, I have to get to class now,” Ron pointed behind him in the direction that Hermione had gone.

“Yeah, okay, I should get to class too,” Harry couldn’t stop the wide smile from spreading across his face. They took off in opposite directions, oblivious to the fuss that they had just caused with the spectators around them. 

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The two weeks that they had left until the Yule Ball passed faster than either of them had expected. Things between them had involved a lot more awkward flirting and blushing than before, but they were basically the same. Hermione was back to being friends with them by the night that they were all getting dressed up, which was an added bonus.

Harry was currently waiting for his date at the base of the stairs leading up to their dorm rooms. He was dressed in muggle formal wear, which a lot of the students had decided to go with if they hadn’t come from pure-blood families. His suit fit exceptionally well since he had Hermione to help him transfigure it to the right size. 

 “You know, this is as close to the victorian era of Hogwarts as we’re ever going to get,” Hermione informed him. She had used a bit of product on her hair to dampen down the curls that normally hung from her in fizzy jumbles. They had smoothed out into singular ringlets that she had piled on top of her head and down her face.

“I’m not sure that I would want to be attending here during the Victorian Era,” Harry admitted truthfully. He had heard some rumors about how people like him and Ron were treated back then, even by Wizard culture and it sounded very unpleasant.

“Am I holding you up?” Ron asked, hurrying down the steps. He and Ginny had been holed up in the boys’ dormitory, removing the frills of the robes Ron had been sent by their mother with scissors.

“No, you’re right on time,” Harry grinned with a quick glance at the large clock hanging from one of the circular walls.

“For once,” Hermione snorted. She and Ginny quickly left the common room to meet up with their dates and be escorted to the carriages. They were mostly for show, so that each couple could make their way into the Great Hall and be announced, which was tradition and part of the tournament’s international bond growing process.

“Ginny and I tried our best to make them look a bit better, but of course they still look like I got them from my attic,” Ron sighed as he looked down at his clothes.

“I would take you to the ball with me in a potato sack,” he grinned. He gently lifted Ron’s chin down with his hand and pressed their lips together in a quick kiss.

“I had no idea you could be so romantic, Harry,” Ron’s ears tinged a bit pink. The other teenager didn’t say anything as they linked arms and quickly made their way out of the common room. No one else was there and the halls were basically deserted as they got down to the carriages. Harry and Ron had to wait for some time since the champions and their dates would be the last to arrive in the hall as a way of making a grand entrance.

“I’m a little nervous for the dancing part,” Ron admitted when the carriage finally jerked to life and they began to slowly roll back towards the school.

“Me too. I just barely learned how to dance and I kept stepping on Pavarti’s toes,” Harry winced.

“I wonder if any of the teachers will get mad at you and try and dance with me a lot tonight,” Ron mumbled into his hand. He had his elbow resting on the window of the carriage so that his face could rest near his palm.

“If they do then they can save it. If they wanted heterosexual couples only then they should have said so,” Harry nodded firmly. “And we only really have to dance for the first couple, and then we’ll be allowed to do whatever we want.”

“Good, I’m rubbish at dancing,” Ron and Harry both laughed, the nervousness slowly slipping away the longer they were together. They picked up a quick conversation until the carriage slowly rolled to a halt outside of the grand front doors of the school.

Harry got out first and offered an arm to his date, who gratefully took it. “Do you think everyone’s going to be staring at us when we come in?” the redhead whispered.

“Not with the dress that Fleur chose,” the other teenager shook his head with a small snort. They made it to the grand marble steps. They fell silent as they walked up them, through the small entry hallway and then into the Great Hall. 

Someone to the side announced them and they were ushered up some steps to an elevated table where they were seated across from each other for the meal portion of the dance. Hermione and Viktor were placed next to them. 

Things at the beginning of the dinner were quiet and awkward, but soon the tension was broken as people began to eat. The noise level steadily rose as people got more and more comfortable. Viktor started a conversation with the trio, letting them explain some of the mischief that they had gotten into their first couple years.

“You should have seen how livid Snape was when we got off with just detention for flying a car to school property,” Ron laughed. He had long since finished eating, and now they were just chatting with each other while they waited for the evening to commence.

“Or when he realized that I blew up someone’s cauldron with a firework but couldn’t do anything to prove it,” Harry grinned widely but kept his voice down.

Viktor laughed, but didn’t have a chance to reply as Dumbledore stood from the higher elevated table behind them and brought his hands up for silence. He went on about dancing and how it brought people together before he waved his hand over to the musicians, who began to play a beautiful classical piece. 

As they played, the tables cleared themselves away to one part of the room and the students all rose to hurry out of the way. The champions stood up quickly, being rushed down to the steadily expanding dance floor by the teachers.

“Are you ready for this?” Harry whispered as he looked into Ron’s eyes.

“If I waited until I was ready I never would have said yes to this,” he replied with one of his smiles that made his maybe-boyfriend’s heart melt. 

He placed his hand on Ron’s waist while Ron placed his hand on the other teenager’s shoulder. Harry brought his hand up like he was checking a watch and then took his lover’s other hand in his. They began to move around the dance floor to the beat of the music, moving like they had been taught.

“You haven’t stepped on my toes yet,” Ron noted.

“Don’t jinx me, there’s plenty of time left in the song,” he chuckled. The smile that grew on his face couldn’t have been mistaken for anything other than pure adoration. 

They whirled, swirled, moved in turn. Their eyes never moved away from the other’s face as they kept dancing and dancing as the notes lulled over them. Nothing could have been more right and they were both so excited to have the new relationship that they did.

[justwing-it-blog]

MAC Holiday Collection 11/05/17

Hello again, readers! Today I’m going to be talking about MAC’s new Holiday Collection called the Snow Ball Collection. Now that Halloween is over, I really feel the holiday spirit starting to kick in, which is odd because I’m usually never into Christmas that much. But this year I’ve just been so excited to go out shopping for presents, decorate, and just be merry! Don’t get me wrong, I’m still excited for all the food that I’ll be eating on Thanksgiving though. So let’s jump in and talk about the products!

So MAC has come out with their new Snow Ball Holiday Collection and let me just say, the packaging on every product is beautiful. Within the collection, MAC has put together some gift bags and sets, but they also have singular products, as well. This collection includes roughly 36 products altogether, counting the gift sets. The collection includes lipsticks, lipglosses, 2 eyeshadow palettes, single eyeshadows, fake lashes, highlighters, loose pigments and glitters and brush sets. I’m not going to mention every single product because obviously that’s just unrealistic, but I will talk about a couple items from every type of product in this collection.

So first, we have the famous MAC lipsticks. In this collection, there are 4 mini-lipstick sets, 6 individual lipsticks and 1 mini-lipstick kit that includes 12 of their fan-favorite shades. As for the other mini-lipstick sets, 3 lipsticks come in each kit as well as a really cute makeup bag. There are 4 versions of this set ranging from pinks, warm tones (more reds), cool tones (everyday nudes) and rosey shades of lipsticks. Here’s a picture of the cool tones kit:

These kits sell for $29.50 and I think that’s a reasonable price seeing as you get a cute bag that is perfect for the upcoming holidays since it’s sequenced and sparkly.

Next we have the individual lipsticks. These sell for $17.50 and come in 6 different shades, ranging of mattes, frosts and “amplified” which is basically a sheen. The packaging is different from MAC’s staple black lipstick tube; it’s now a soft golden almost snowflake patterned tube. You could also say it looks like cracked glass. Either way, I love the packaging and think it’s perfect for a holiday collection. Here’s a picture of the lipstick in “Holiday Crush”:

Next we have lipglosses. These are only sold in kits and not as singular products. There are 3 different kits to chose from and include 3 glosses and a bag. The shades range from nude, pink and rose. These also sell for $29.5. Here’s a picture of the pink kit below. The pink kit has the most variety and actually includes an iridescent and silver gloss as well as a pink.

To wrap up lips, there are 2 different kits that include a lipstick, lipgloss and lip liner. These come in either nude or red and sell for $39.50. Of course, you get a bag, as well. I think would be a great gift for someone who wants to get more into lip products or wants to try MAC lip products if they never have before. Below is a picture of the red kit.

Next we’ll move on to the eye products. First up is the 2 palettes included in the collection. These palettes are called the “Snow Ball Eye Compact” and come in either rose gold or gold. These sell for $29.50 and include 6 shades in each. If you break that down, it’s about $4.92 a shadow, which is a little pricey in my opinion. However, the palettes do come with a double sided brush to apply the shadows and MAC brushes are pretty good quality, so that of course factors in with the price. The palettes include a mix of matte and shimmer shadows.

(Rose Gold palette)

(Gold palette)

 I really appreciate the attention to detail with these palettes, though. If you notice, the brush handles match the outside packaging of the palettes! The gold palette has gold packaging with gold detailing on the brush inside and the rose gold palette has silver packaging with the same silver details on the brush. I really like how MAC took the effort to match the brush with the outside packaging because they could have simply just used a brush that they made before and stuck it in there.

Next we have the single eyeshadows. There are 5 different single eyeshadows to choose from but they are all shimmery/sparkly shades. These sell for $20 each and you get 1.5 grams of product in one. The shadows in the 2 palettes contain 1.32 or 1 gram of product, depending on the texture. Obviously, you’re getting more for your money if you chose to buy the palettes instead of the single eyeshadows, but you’re not getting the same shades. I think these single shadows are more for the die-hard makeup lovers or MAC lovers who buy they holiday collection items year after year. But I will say, the packaging and stamping of the shadow is so pretty!

(Dimension Eye Shadow/Snow Ball in Delicate Drift)

There are also 2 eye makeup kits included in this collection. In these, you get a 2 eyeshadow mini-palette, an eyeliner, a mascara and the same type of bag. These retail for $39.50 and come in either smoky pink or smoky gold.

(Snow Ball Eye Bag in Smoky Gold)

The fake eyelashes in this collection are definitely different. There are 2 to chose from, one being a gold pair and the other being a crisscrossed black pair with a silver band. These retail for $17.00. The gold pair is actually really pretty and I think they would be flattering on many different eye shapes, but being that they are gold is kind of a bummer. The only time I would wear these would be for a New Year’s Eve party, which maybe they were purposefully made for that. The crisscrossed pair, however, looks like something straight from The Hunger Games. I’m not sure if these would look good on anyone. The part of the lash that would go on the inner corner of your eye is just too short and would probably be uncomfortable to wear. These would have been a better pair of lashes to use on Halloween. Also just to mention, there’s not a single review on MAC’s website of these lashes. Whether that’s a good or bad thing, you can be the judge of that.

(64 Lash Silver/Snow Ball) 

I know this is a loooonnng post, guys. We’re almost done, I promise!

Next up are the 2 highlighters included in this collection. These products are probably the only ones I would buy because I’ve heard really good things about them. The 2 shades to chose from are “Here Comes Joy” and “Happy Go Dazzlingly.” I think both shades are really beautiful and would compliment any skin tone. These sell for $34.00 and have 5 stars on MAC’s website. The packaging and product press is again, stunning.

(Face Powder/Snow Ball in Happy Go Dazzlingly)

(Face Powder/Snow Ball in Here Comes Joy) 

Second to last we have the loose pigments and glitters. There are 2 kits including these products and are not sold individually. Each set comes with 2 pigments and 1 glitter, and you can get these in gold or pink. These retail for $29.50.

(Snow Ball Pigment and Glitter Kit in gold)

LAST PRODUCT! We have the brush kits. There are 3 brush kits in this collection, 2 of them include 5 brushes and 1 mini-kit includes 3 brushes. The 5 brush kits sell for $49.50 and are a $145 value. The 3 brush kit retails for $29.50 and is a $92 value. These kits range from basic technique, advanced technique and then a mixture of both for the 3 brush kit.

(Snow Ball Brush Kit/Basic) 

Overall, I really like the cohesiveness of this whole collection. Staying in the gold, rose gold and silver shades make the collection feel extra festive. The packaging and stamping of the actual product is so pretty. Of course, every product is not for everyone, but I think there is at least one item in this collection that would suit everyone’s fancy. All of these items can be bought in MAC stores or on www.maccosmetics.com/collections-holiday. I hope you guys found this post informative and maybe it got you a little more in the holiday spirit! 

Talk to you next time,

Devon

(all photos taken from:

https://www.maccosmetics.com/collections-holiday)