#and try to crack open other people and make Them their business which. they’re not???

[ilostyou]

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[pwinkprincess]

can u do more tojiii 🧁

young & beautiful ୨ৎ

your parents are on a business trip, which gives you more freedom than a sheltered 20 year old should have. they left the country thinking their daughter would continue to drive around your suburban neighborhood, continue going to both your ballet and pilate classes, go to your college classes and stay there retaining all of the information you possibly can. it’s the basic things they expected of you.

little did they know you were far far from home. your expensive shoes plopped against the cracked ed concrete. in the distance, you could hear the sound of multiple police sirens ringing throughout. they seemed to grow close before disappearing and the crying sirens becomes quieter and quieter. your eyes take in the environment in front of you, the buildings that you could tell were once vibrant now lost their color. cracks and chunks of the bricks used to build them up were missing and large colorful vandalism littered spots on the buildings. corner stores with peeling paint and flickering neon signs offer a glimpse of the local people here struggling to survive.

it feels like a gray filter is casted on this side of town. and with winter being seconds away from approaching, everything is colder and dull. the sky grumbles, threatening—no, warning people of what’s to come. a group of guys are standing at a trash littered corner as you and toji past by them. you curiously look at their faces, they’re all already looking at you with a gleam in their eyes. you gasp to yourself and clutch toji’s hand tighter in fear.

“got ya’ a young one!” one of the guys call out to toji, “bet that pussy’s nice ‘nd tight!”

toji walks faster, his grip tightening on your hand. you struggle to keep up with his fast steps. his walking is your fast walking, you’re almost on the borderline of jogging. the fall air sores through your chest as you continue looking around the neighborhood curiously.

the two of you walk until you get to a worn down building. it’s littered with moss, vines, and graffiti. toji lets go of your hand to pick out a single key in his pocket.

“go inside. i’ll be back.” he tells you. you can’t stop yourself from frowning.

“i-what? no!” you say with widened eyes. as interesting as it is to be in a part of town that your parents demanded you never came over, things are still dangerous. the thought of going into a building you’ve never been inside and just waiting for him has your heart thumping in fear. anything could happen while he’s gone.

“‘m not askin’.” he could see you trying to form up some rebuttal, some way to argue with him and he can’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. “i’ll only be gone for about ten minutes. you can be a good girl and wait for ten minutes, right?”

you’re stiffly nodding your head while looking up at him. you try to convince yourself that ten minutes is not that long of a wait.

“i’ll knock six times and then say gumi. if someone knocks but doesn’t say the code word don’t open the door, understand?” he speaks carefully while looking into your eyes. he’s hoping all of his words are actually sticking and not just going through one ear and flowing out the other.

“fine..” you’re sighing and pouting, hoping that that’ll make him for bad for leaving you alone so soon.

he examines your face for a few seconds. he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, the two of you quietly look at each other into each other’s face until a dog barks and interrupts you both. toji steps back, giving you more personal space.

you don’t know if you’re supposed to give him a kiss or hug goodbye. your relationship with him is still new and timid at times. your feet are moving before you realize it and your arms have a mind of their own as they wrap around his figure. to your surprise, toji accepts your hug, though it is awkward. he pats your head like some dog.

after a few prolonged seconds, he’s pulling you away from him. “alright, kid. go inside.”

and you listen. with shaky hands, you bring the key to the knob. it takes only a second to unlock the door. to your dismay. the door creaks as it slowly opens. you look back at toji one more time, he’s still waiting for you to go completely inside before walking away.

you let out a breath before stepping into his house. you make sure to lock the door behind you.

the inside of the house is sparsely furnished with basic necessities—a worn-out couch, a small dining table with mismatched chairs. there are warm tones of the walls try to add a comforting touch to the otherwise bleak space, but they can't hide the signs of neglect. the floorboards creak with every step, and the curtains are thin, barely filtering out the dim light from the outside light. you’re used to big elegant houses so to see something so small and compact has your eyebrows rising. as you tour throughout the entire house, every room is just about the same. bare with just hints of being lived in. you curiously open the refrigerator, you’re met with nothing. just a bottle of half drunken hennessy, and a sandwich. you’re in disbelief that someone actually lives like this.

luckily, the electricity worked. you turned the heat up before trailing into his bedroom. the room is a master, it has a queen sized bed in the middle of the floor and a single dresser with a tv sitting on top of it. you strip out of your clothing besides your bra and panties. you rummage through his drawers until you find a solid black shirt. you put it on, it fits you like a dress. it stops right under your ass and the littlest movement would expose it off. you fold your discarded clothes, and place them on top of his dresser. you grab your phone and lay down on his bed.

his house is quiet. too quiet. there’s nothing to hear besides your thoughts. you can’t help but to wonder how he lives like this. so alone with nothing but his thoughts. you sigh out to yourself, it’s almost close to the ten minute mark.

you mindlessly scroll on your phone until you finally hear it. you rush out of his bed and make a straight line to the door.

knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.

“gumi.”

you let out a breath and swing the door open. toji stands there with a. smug smirk on his face. as you look up at him, breathless, you notice a newfound small scar on his cheek.

“you don’t look happy t’see me, cutie.” toji practically pushes you to the side. you’re unsteady on your feet before catching your balance.

“no! i am! i’m very happy!” you exclaim. you watch as his fingers go to unzip his jacket, your eyes widen when you realize his knuckles are red and bruised.

his eyes follow what you’re looking at and when he realizes you’re reacting to his bruised knuckles he just chuckles. "i see you made yourself comfortable." he comments.

you bite down on your lip trying to hide your giddy smile. "it smells like you.”

toji only hums at your statement. he walks through his house and you follow behind him like a lost puppy. your uncertain steps travel closely behind his confident ones. he leads you to the bathroom, you don’t know if you should stop at the door or continue to waltz through.

“c’mon.” he ushers you.

he turns the shower on and lets it run for a little. he takes the time to take his clothes off, he smirks to himself when he sees your curious eyes linger on every inch of his body. once he’s bare, he walks over to you, pulling you closer to him. his hands wonder on your body before he’s tugging on your shirt, signaling that he wants it off. he helps you undress yourself, once you’re naked in front of him, he’s ogling at your body while letting out a pleased whistle.

“step in.” he tells you.

you follow his directions and step in the tub. now that you’re actually in it. the tub is quite condemned and with how big toji is you briefly wonder if the two of you are going to fit.

he hands you a white rag before stepping in behind you. you’re stiff, you’ve never showered with another person, ever. you’re used to showering in luxury bathrooms with the upmost space. you see that there’s only one bottle of body wash, which is also something you’re not used to. you use a plethora of skincare products that make you feel nice and clean, not some off-brand from the convenience store.

“since it seems like you don’t know how to wash yourself.” toji tuts before taking the rag out of your hands. he pours a nice amount of gel on the fabric before wetting it.

the feeling of his hands cascading around your body is .. weird. his movements are extremely gentle, he touches you like you’re some sort or sensitive rare artifact. you find yourself relaxing against his body as he cleans you. he starts from the neck and works his way down, even going so far as to clean the outside of your intimate areas with just water. you return the favor to him, also. he washes himself but he does let you wash his back. once the two of you are cleaned, you stay under the slowly turning cold water until it’s fully freezing.

there’s only one towel out when you two step out. you look up at toji cautiously.

“forgot to grab the other.” he shrugs. he wraps the towel around your body and then opens the bathroom door.

you two make your way to his bedroom. you could hear the sound of rain pattering against the roof and occasional thunder blooming throughout the air. toji turns on a single lamp as a source of light.

the two of you dry off in your own towels. once you’re dry, you’re looking up at toji. the very few times you’ve been around him it feels like your brain stops working and you have to look at from guidance. you can’t tell if he gets annoyed by it or not, if he does he doesn’t say anything.

toji guides you to sit on the edge of the bed. before you could ask why, his lips are on yours. he kisses you greedily, he sucks up both your tongue and air. with you being not so experienced, you struggle to keep up with his experienced mechanisms. you can’t stop yourself as you’re leaning back, and toji follows you. he makes sure not to drop his entire weight so that he wouldn’t crush you.

the two of you continue to sloppily make out for a while, the kiss morphing from just lips to tongue and spit swapping. you let out a soft moan as toji begins grinding his growing hard on against your clit.

he slowly pulls his lips away from your lips and moves his lipa down to your jaw and neck. he kisses you and occasionally licks spots here and there, he makes sure not to leave any spots on your neck. he’s grown now, if he was still in his early 20’s he would’ve left marks to let people know there’s already a claim on you. but he’s past that childish point in his life.

“y’wanna get fucked, baby? hm? ‘s that why you came alway over here?” he taunts you. his hips are moving faster and one incorrect slip up would have his cock slipping right inside your wet cunt.

“y-yes. please.” breathy gasps are escaping past your lips. the friction he’s creating is so delicious and addictive.

“g’na give it to you, baby. g’na fuck this pussy. g’na mold it to fit only my cock.” he’s letting out a drawn out groan as he slides his cock into you. you’re both moaning out to each other. the second all of his cock is fit into you, he’s immediately pulling his cock out only to slam it back inside of you.

he straightens his back, putting some distance between the two of you. he grabs your legs and places them on his shoulder. he watches as your boobs bounce with every thrust and you’re clutching the bedsheets while still looking angelic.

“fuck.” you whimper out. his cock is so thick and it fills you up so well. “feel’s s-so good, tojiii.” you moan.

“mhmm. g’na let me fill this pussy up, ‘mma put a baby in you.” his breathing becoming heavier and you can’t help but gush out some more wetness at his claims of breeding.

“fuck a baby ‘nto me, toii, pleaseee.” you moan out.

toji grins at your words. if a baby is what you want, that’s what he’ll give to you.

[roseblog-rog]

I Guess I Do Belong in the Woman’s Room.

It’s always a scary endeavor: going into a public restroom as a trans person. There’s always that fear of being outed or shunned or screamed at or punished or SOMETHING. So many risks, all for pissing. But I digress, I have no time to worry due to how badly I have to go.

I enter the woman’s room to find a group of five girls doing makeup in the long mirror which spans the whole bathroom, lined with sinks and soap dispensers. The floor is white with recently cleaned tiles, the gray stalls packed together on the opposite side. The walls are a soft shade of pink that almost feels…comforting. Inviting.

Though no other people aside from the group appear to be in here, I move quick. I swiftly and quietly do my business and exit the stall to wash my hands, moving to the opposide side away from the group of girls, who are now giggling and applying their different colored lipstick. They’re all really fucking pretty, and I feel a warm blush creep up onto my face. I pray their laughter has nothing to do with me. That hope is short lived, however, as one of them—the one with red lips—speaks in a deep airy voice once I finish washing my hands.

“Hey girl, your fly is still open.”

Shit. Well that’s embarrassing. I nod and quickly fiddle with my zipper. I must’ve forgotten to zip it up after buttoning my pants with how much I was rushing to leave. Hopefully they didn’t notice my—

The one with pink lips speaks now, her voice being much higher and softer. “I’m sorry…but is that a bulge?”

Fuck. Now all five girls are glancing down at the bulge in my jeans. It looks so much more obvious in this new light. My face goes completely red.

“No! No. I uh…uhm…” I struggle to formulate an excuse, voice on the verge of cracking with how high and feminine I’m trying to make it combined with the tears starting to form my eyes. My worst fears were being realized, and the most embarrassing part is my gock begins twitching from all the attention.

Red chuckes and speaks again. “Hey, don’t worry girl. In case you haven’t noticed you’re not the only one packing here.”

The blunt response startles me, but with the invitation to look I now notice that all five of them also have bulges, though theirs are much harder than mine, which makes me shiver from…something.

“We didn’t mean to startle you.” Purple speaks in a rough, bright voice, elbowing Pink, who looks down in shame. “We were just, well,” she glances back down at my crotch and smirks “curious.”

“Yeah, sorry for the scary question. We get how it can be in public restrooms.” Pink looks incredibly guilty.

“Haha…yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to get so startled.” My voice settles in it’s natural state, which is still fairly feminine, though deep enough to warrant ‘suspicion’. The blush slowly fades from my face, the tears subside and my breath levels. I’m safe.

“Though I have to ask…why were you so afraid? You belong in here just like anyone else.” Blue pipes in with her quiet and monotone voice, raising an eyebrow at me.

I itch to leave, but something about the group is so comforting and intriguing that I endulge their curiosity. “Well…not really. I mean, I’m at a point in my transition where I’m much more feminine……” I trail off.

“But..?” Purple prompts.

“But I’m still so tall and lanky, my voice is deep, my stubble is annoyingly apparent…I guess I don’t feel pretty enough to be in here comfortably.”

The last member of the group, Orange, walks forward towards me at this response, clearly checking me out. I fidget in place as she gets closer. She’s taller than me, just an inch or two, but still noticeable as I slightly tilt my head up to look at her face. She’s beautiful. Her voice is so silky smooth it brings my blush right back onto my face.

“I think you’re pretty.”

I look down at the ground, my blush reaching embarrassing levels of red. I blush way too easily. “Thank you, uh, I think you’re pretty too.” I notice just how much my voice wobbles, whether it be from embarrassment or being so flustered.

Orange lifts her right hand up to my chin, using her pointer finger to gently lift my face back up to meet her gaze. I twitch again, ugh. “I mean it, how could you think you aren’t pretty enough to be here?”

She turns my body to face the mirror, and I really look at myself: my red and freckled face, my long blonde hair, my wide hips, my bulked up arms, my boobs…everything. Orange stands right behind me, softly smiling as she moves her hands down my waist. It feels so fucking good, I’ve always been so sensitive to touch…but…

“W..wait! I barely know you.” I stutter out as I move away from her. My hardening gock betrays my sentiment, but I ignore it.

Orange’s gaze softens. “That’s okay…forgive me for being so forward.” She glances down. “Though it seems like someone wants more.”

My face feels so hot I think I might just die. I can barely even get any words out, just mindless stutters. The only word I manage to speak before my mind completely blanks is “Please.”

Orange’s gaze darkens with a smirk. “Girls! Let’s help her realize just how pretty she is.”

The five of them now crowd around me, moving me so I once again face the mirror. I’m shaking, my now fully erect gock starting to drip as Red lifts my shirt off of me. Pink goes to undo my jean button and zipper while Black pulls them down. Blue undoes my bra while Orange once again begins feeling up my now exposed body. Despite the circumstances it feels so…freeing. So beautiful and—oh FUCK.

Red begins to kiss just above my right breast, leaving a very obvious lipstick mark. The five of them grin so simultaneously it’s almost terrifying. Almost. They all begin feeling me up while kissing me with their multicolored lips. I’m moaning and whimpering so much at this point that one of them exclaims “Looks like someone’s a noisemaker. She’s adorable!” However, my mind is so fuzzy and warm at this point that I can’t even tell who says it.

They’re pressed so closely against my shaking frame that it’s impossible for me to fall to my knees despite my wobbling. I can feel their hot bodies against mine, hear their heavy breathing as we all start to sweat. My skin begins to be covered with red and pink and purple and blue and orange. Little reminders of this wonderful group.

Soon enough one of them pulls my panties down and immediately makes an excited noise at my hard, dripping gock. “Holy shit! You’re gorgeous!” I then feel the now familiar sensation of a mouth being closed around it, a tongue starting to feel around it, and this earns several loud moans. The kisses from the other four girls get rougher and more sensual: sucking and biting and licking all over my quivering frame.

I feel bliss, seeing my naked body being marked and used and sucked by all these women, and I start to feel so beautiful. I notice the clear markings and lip stains…but I also notice my soft skin and nice curves and all the little things I don’t usually stop to look at. I notice how pretty and shiny my gock is, as each girl takes turns sucking on it.

I feel everything. There’s so much stimulus that I start shaking harder and moaning even more. I can barely hold myself up, but one of them is clutching me tightly by the hips to keep me from falling. “I want you to say how pretty you are.” Of course. Who am I to deny her?

“I’m pretty.” I barely get the words out.

“Again. Say it like you mean it.”

I feel myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm, a rare sensation for me with how far my transition is. I’m now completely coated in multicolored lips and bite marks and hickeys and various fluids. It’s…well, it’s pretty.

“I’m pretty!” I shout it this time, staring myself down in the mirror.

“One more time, you’re doing so good.”

“I’m pretty! I’m so fucking pretty!” I lock eyes with myself as I cum into whoever’s mouth is sucking me. I’m breathing so heavily I’m almost afraid for my safety…but these women are here for me. I’m okay.

They help me sit down and crowd closely around me, the scent of our sweat and their makeup becoming much more apparent. It’s all so wonderful and safe and relaxing that my eyes start to shut as they coddle me and play with my hair.

“It’s okay baby, you can rest.”

The last thought running through my mind is how pretty I am before I fade out of consciousness.

~~~

MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT WOAG!!! Because this is such a momentous occasion and I am so awesome, @xenasaur @lilithtransrights enjoy my cool lil thing.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

I think we Khan do it if we try (dp x dc)

Danny’s well-deserved Sunday of rest was interrupted by the sound of their doorbell ringing throughout the house. With barely a mumble, Danny cracked an eye open, observed it was much too early to be awake, and burrowed back in the covers.

He was brutally ripped away from sleep once again when the stupid doorbell rang again. With a groan, Danny rolled to the side as his brain slowly started to churn again. And with it, he slowly remembered that both Jazz and their parents had said they’d be out for the morning, which meant he was the only one home.

The doorbell rang for the third time, and Danny gave up the idea of out-stubborning whoever was at the front door. Through much effort, he managed to drag himself to the front door, and slam the door open on two older teenager/young adults, with one of them his hand raised and poised to ring a fourth time, and the other holding onto the guy’s wrist. Both of them, their eyes wide in surprise.

“Who’s it?” Danny yawned out as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Is this the residence of Madeleine Walker?” One of the guys asked, while looking suspiciously around as if he wasn’t expecting a positive answer.

“Yeah. Who’re you,” Danny mumbled, as he fought to keep his eyes open. 

“I’m Bruce and I want to learn all that I can from Master Walker,” The other guy, with the darker hair said. 

“Doctor,” Danny corrected as he rubbed at his eyes, his brain feeling like it was working through molasses. “And it’s Fenton.”

The lighter haired guy took over smoothly with a smirk towards the other guy, who’s jaw tightened in a way that couldn’t have been comfortable. “Anton,” he introduced himself, “I’ve come to seek Dr. Fenton’s guidance as I have done with masters of the craft from all over the world.”

Danny squinted as he struggled to make sense of the string of words coming out of the guy’s mouth. “What, so you guys are, like, exchange students?”

The lighter-haired guy opened his mouth, only to be elbowed in the gut by the darker-haired dude, but Danny was too busy trying to remember if there had been any talk of an exchange student recently. He knew his parents had considered it and even applied, but the house hadn’t passed muster for the committee’s criteria, which fair enough. Maybe they’d reconsidered? Danny sighed. Whatever, it was too early for this.

“Alright,” the halfa said. The room his parents had set up was still ready and they had applied. It wouldn’t be too surprising if his parents had forgotten to inform Jazz and him of the newcomers, or just forgotten about them altogether. “Alright come in.”

“And don’t forget to take off your shoes,” Danny added as he led them into the house, “mom hates when we walk on the carpets with them on.”

With his back to the two man, Danny missed the alarmed look they gave each other. “Mom?” He could hear one of them whisper to themself.

Weeks later, Danny would come to regret that decision with every fiber of his being.

“Mo-om, the exchange students are fighting again!”

“Leave them be, Jazz,”

“But mom, they’re blocking the way to the bathroom!”

Danny clenched his eyes shut as he tried to stuff his ears harder. 

Still better than the time he’d caught them both half-naked and wrestling on their front lawn like a couple of insane people.

[charmercharm3r]

Hey😊 Could I please request smut with Hyunjin, in which he has a curvy/thick girlfriend and he really appreciates her curves ( and her bum LOL 🤭)

I love, love, love, LOVE the idea of hyune with a thick partner and I lovedddd writing this hehehe

R&R

Masterlist

wc: 2.4k

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, curvy/thick fem!reader (not a warning at all but just a description that idk where else to put it), fingering, lots of kisses, premature coming, he's just incredibly in love

He’s obsessed. Utterly, irrevocably obsessed with your body. It’s not sexual in the slightest— until it is. When Hyunjin has a new interest, it becomes his entire world. You’re his entire world and an obsession he’s never gonna get over.

His favorite time of the day is after you’re done showering (that is, if he didn’t join you). Whenever he can, Hyunjin steals your towel so that you have to call him over and he has the opportunity to see the entirety of you all over again. It’s a habit that never ceases to amaze him when the outcome is you, skin glistening and wet and looking so beautiful. If you give him the option, he’ll always say yes if you ask him to help you apply lotion to your body. Other times, he takes the bottle from your hands and does it without saying anything.

It had been such a busy week for you and just needed a little R&R. You greeted Hyunjin as soon as you got home snuggling into his chest a little extra and he automatically held you tighter. When you finally let go and made your way towards the bathroom, he offered, “want me to join you?”

“I don’t wanna be in there forever. Wanna cuddle later, though.”

He understood and nodded as you already began to strip off your shirt before even getting into the privacy of the bathroom. Hyunjin whistled and eyed you up and down, rolling your eyes and closing the door. You left it just a crack open so that he could talk to you from outside, something the two of you unintentionally started doing early on in your relationship. He told you about his day, you ranted about your shitty week and Hyunjin promised to kiss it all better once you were done.

You don’t know when he did it, you thought through the frosted glass of the shower that you would’ve seen Hyunjin sneaking in to steal your towel once again, your hand waving around the towel rack just to hit the wall. Shivering, you called out, “you thief!”

Mischievous giggles filled the room as he peaked his head in the doorway, stepping fully into the bathroom as you cracked the shower door open to see his smug face. The towel was in his hand, looking dry and warm and ready for you to use, but dangling in his grasp just out of reach. You lunged for it as best as you could without coming out of the shower, but Hyunjin pulled it away.

“Baby c’mon, I’m so tired,” you pleaded, pouting a little.

He didn’t say anything, holding it out once more. And when you tried to take it, he pulled away again with a laugh. “Let me give you a massage and I’ll give it to you.”

“Most people usually want something that will benefit them if they’re trying to bargain.”

“Giving you a massage does benefit me. A lot, actually. I get to feel you up and see your orgasm face.”

“Do I really make the same face?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows and smirked while nodding. “Fine. Gimme that.” A literal hooray left his mouth, skipping out of the bathroom after giving you the towel and mentioning something about finding the massage oil.

You had hardly stepped out of the shower and patted yourself dry before your boyfriend came back with two different bottles in hand, not caring that you had kicked the door closed, he entered anyway. “Lavender or eucalyptus?” He asked without looking up.

“Lavender,” you replied, which made his ears perk and gawk at your body covered by just the towel.

Truth be told, it was too small of a towel and you were always met with the same reaction every time he caught you in it. Big eyes, dark and blown wide, mouth catching flies and almost drooling because he was so fascinated. Quickly putting the bottle on the counter, Hyunjin took your waist in both hands and ran them up and down your torso. You were struggling a little to keep the towel above your chest seeing as he was getting too excited and tugging at it.

“You’re so damn cute,” he cooed and leaned in for a kiss.

“Can I get dressed?” You giggled against him, honestly loving the attention.

“Nooo,” Hyunjin whined, “you said I could give you a massage!”

“Don’t massages usually require you to wear clothes?”

“Not mine. Strictly nude only.”

He took the edge of the towel and helped you to pat dry the rest of the moisture away before leading you into the bedroom with more kisses and more less-than-appropriate groping. Stopping at the edge of the bed, Hyunjin grazed his fingers over the hem covering your chest, “can I take this off?” Only a brief nod and he was stripping it away, laying it lengthwise with the mattress and instructing you to lay down. Hair still dripping, you gathered it in one hand to keep from getting the sheets wet. Hyunjin noticed, running away for a second to grab another towel. When he returned, he placed it beneath your hair and instructed that you get comfortable.

You felt exposed, somewhat embarrassed even though he’d seen you naked millions of times. It was the position, laying on your back and vulnerable with your most private parts on display. Gravity made your thicker parts feel unflattering, and the discomfort was written all over your face.

“Beautiful,” Hyunjin murmured to no one but himself, but you heard it loud and clear and it made your cheeks burn.

At the foot of the bed, he kneeled while still towering over you, ogling you from top to bottom with the most intense gaze. You could see the stars in his eyes and his hands holding back from touching.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You wanted to bury yourself in the sheets to get away from the heat of his stare.

Your hands moved to cover your chest and stomach, but was immediately stopped by Hyunjin gripping your wrists tightly, nowhere to escape. “Don’t hide from me.” Chills covered your skin at how sultry he whispered.

You didn’t move but rather allowed him to maneuver you however he wanted. Hyunjin placed your arms at your side and gently moved to spread your legs so he could sit between them. Everything was out for him to see, for him to touch, to love and adore and he couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Starting at the bottom, Hyunjin took a good amount of body oil and rubbed it into his palms before beginning to massage your feet. He could feel your body tense and watched your eyes screw shut. “Relax, honey. ‘M gonna take care of you,” he said with a kiss to the inside of your calf. It took another minute but you melted into his touch eventually.

From your feet he made his way up, deeply massaging your calves and coming to your thighs. This was one of his favorite parts, getting to caress and play with your thighs however he wanted. His big hands pressed hard into your muscles, and it was actually relaxing. Your shoulders began to loosen and you were enjoying yourself. But then you felt him move a little more than necessary, peaking open one eye to see his head between your legs, doing nothing but gazing up at you through his lashes. As you made eye contact, Hyunjin pressed his lips to your thigh while not looking away. He placed tons of sweet, chaste smooches to the skin and did the same on the other side. Just the heat of his breath so close to your core made your stomach light on fire.

“Love your thighs,” Hyunjin spoke into your flesh, now mindlessly running his hands over your legs, reaching up your stomach, back around to your ass, just every inch of you. That is, except where there ached a dull thrumming that craved his attention. “Perfectly soft and squishy and kissable.”

A light moan left your lips and encouraged him to keep going. He trailed his kisses higher, over the expanse of your belly and taking it into both hands, roughly squeezing and resisting the urge to bite.

“Isn’t this supposed to be a massage?” You joked, laughing a little.

He snaked his hands towards your love handles, squeezing, then sneaking them beneath your torso to hold you closer. His chest was pressed against the front of your mound, taking a handful of your ass and holding tight. “Are my lips not good enough, baby?”

“They’re wonderful, but—“

“I know where you want me,” he cut you off, burying his nose into your belly and taking in a deep breath, letting it go with a chuckle. “But I wanna have a little more fun first. Is that okay, honey?”

You only let out a small whimper, failing to keep your hands to yourself and threading them through his hair. He let you do so as he teethed at the skin around your belly button, carrying on and kissing up the valley of your breast. Of course, he had to spread his love there too and attach his lips around your nipple, sucking hard and lightly dragging his teeth over the nub, repeating on the other side with his grasp around your torso tightening as he did so. You could feel his hips trying to keep still as your knees came up to wrap around him. Clearly, he was struggling as much as you were.

“Please,” you whined when the front of his house shorts dragged across your cunt.

At this point there was no more oil left on his hands, he was purely moving based on desire and the sheer need to be holding every bit of you.

Ignoring your pleas, “wish I could be holding all of you at once. Wrap around you like a blanket and never let go,” he said as he placed you gently back onto the bed and ran his hands up and down your sides. “All for me.”

His mindless babbling was arguably more arousing than when he was actually trying to seduce you, granted it never took much effort on his part.

You didn’t think he would give in so easily, sneaking one hand towards your aching core and spreading your folds with his fingers. He finally got up to your face, though not without spending a bit of time taking extra care to kiss and nibble at your neck and shoulders as well. You were drenched and growing even more wet as his lips met yours in a heated, unadulterated kiss all the while his fingers only barely grazed the outline of your clit, slick with arousal. He swallowed every one of your moans, not holding back his own when he let himself feel you completely soaked.

Circling your clit, Hyunjin pressed harder into your bundle of nerves and began to become ravenous with the kiss, fighting a one sided battle against your tongue because he knew you couldn’t say no and winning easily. Just as you allowed him to bite your lower lip and tug, his fingers slipped into your entrance with little to no resistance, pressure that had you whining being alleviated just a little. Your hips bucked into his hand and his palm pressed against your clit, incoherent whimpers filling the room from you both.

He knew you so well, knew your body like his own and you were just an extension of him. It didn’t take much time for you to get worked up and feel the heat rise in your gut. His long fingers hit the spot in you just right and he wasn’t letting up with the pace to give you everything you wanted. And when your eyes shut and head fell back into the pillows to arch your back as the orgasm hit, Hyunjin made it his mission to leave a mark into the junction of your neck, making you shiver until the light behind your eyes turned dark.

In the minute it took you to catch your breath, your boyfriend was resting his forehead against your chest and pulling his digits out of your core, he was somehow just as winded as you were. Looking up at you, his expression was less feral and more adoring, bringing his fingers up to your mouth and letting you taste yourself. His cheeks were blushing a deep red when you swirled your tongue around them, whining just a little as you tugged at his roots.

He sat up, only to crawl on top of you and hide his face in your neck before you could look at him properly. Your legs were already around his waist, but Hyunjin gripped the underside of your thighs to hug his torso tighter, slipping them down to comfortably keep handfuls of your ass.

Just trying to get comfortable, you shifted a little and your soiled crotch bumped against his front again. It was warm and damp, “baby?”

“Yeah?” He murmured, still kissing the side of your neck softly and digging his fingers into the flesh of your bottom.

“Did you–”

“Yeah,” Hyunjin chuckled lightly and held you somehow tighter. “And I’d do it again.”

“I didn’t even get to touch you.” The slight pout in your tone was amusing, apparently, he giggled.

“Do you have to? I mean,” Hyunjin sat back on his knees again, caged by your legs around his waist and pulling you higher up his lap, looking down at you like a full course meal. “Look at you, honey. How could I not? I have to restrain myself from wanting to eat you whole. You’re just so sexy.” Emphasizing his point, Hyunjin lightly slapped your ass and soothed over the skin with his palms. The way he bit his lip and hearts circling his head was confirmation enough, but it still made you shy.

“No fair,” you played with the band of his shorts. Hyunjin laughed a little more deviously, only letting go to strip away his shirt but not the shorts. “Babyyy,” snapping the elastic against his skin was your way of begging for him to get rid of them, too, but he’s stubborn.

“C’mon, honey. Can’t I just appreciate you without getting anything in return?”

“But I wanna,” you pulled his shorts harder.

Taking your hands away from his shorts, he guided them back up to his hair and leaned down for another parade of kisses, “maybe if you get rid of all your clothes for the rest of time.” You laughed against his lips.

“You’d never let me leave the house.” “Exactly. I get you all to myself forever and ever and ever. Every bit of you is mine. Now,” he grabbed the bottle of oil again, “let me finish that massage.”

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[feelbokkie]

One Last Dance | Chapter 7

pairing: Minho x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, major character death (I am apologizing now), friends to lovers, soul mates, first love, roommates

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, suggestive, mention of food

summary: Childhood best friends Lee Minho and L/n Y/n are in their final year of university. While both of them are in love with each other, the only thing keeping them apart is Minho’s fear of change. As both dancers prepare for their lives after college, will Minho finally let fear rule him and his emotions or will he finally gain courage before he loses Y/n forever?

word count: 2,894

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"Pretty sure the way you're looking at me would be an hr violation if this were a real business dinner," You sigh halfway through your dinner with Chan.

The night has been going well so far. You met Chan in front of his apartment to avoid Minho's temper making an appearance by misreading the situation. Afterward, Chan drove you to a fancy restaurant that is nearly out of your price range, but it's fine. You just have to keep in mind that you can't do any frivolous spending until next payday. After all, since you're the one who needs something from Chan, you're the one paying for dinner.

"How am I looking at you?" He smirks as he leans back into his chair, staring at you through hooded lids.

"Like a fuckboy," You say bluntly.

"You're brutally honest." He laughs, amused by you.

"It's one of my strong suits. My strongest suit being my dancing." You smirk, trying to bring his attention back to the conversation at hand.

"Okay, okay, I'll stop flirting so you can do what you came here to do."

“Thank you,” you wipe the corners of your mouth and set your napkin on the table. “As I was saying earlier, I have a decent amount of subscribers on YouTube from my years of uploading dance videos. I'm planning on using your song as the background music for my company auditions and also uploading the video to my channel. When I become a famous company dancer, that video will be viewed by my fans and those who aspire to be me, which will lead to more people searching for your music. If you're not already super famous by then, it will certainly help."

"No 'if' but 'when' you become a famous company dancer?"

"Yes," You straighten up in your seat.

"You sound sure of yourself." Chan's mouth hangs open as he continues to stare at you in awe.

"Because I am," You pick up your water and take a sip, "You have to be confident to survive in the dance world. Any world really."

"Explain," Chan leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his right hand.

"Dance is fifty percent skill, fifty percent confidence. Confidence is the line between executing the perfect fouette and landing yourself in the hospital."

“…What?”

“Look, everyone can dance. Dance well? No, but dance in general? Absolutely. But with confidence, none of that matters. If you believe you can dance or you believe that you’re killing it, and your audience sees that, you’re automatically performing ten times better than you actually are. It’s basic psychology. Why do you think everyone is obsessed with TikTok dancers? They’re not even doing leg work and recycling the same five moves 10 million ways, but their confidence is what’s getting them views.”

“Fake it ’til you make it,” He nods.

“Exactly,” You raise your wine glass and wait for Chan to pick up the cue. Luckily he does and raises his glasses too.

Clink

The two of you silently toast and take a sip of your drinks before setting them down on the table. You bring your hands to your lap, fiddling your thumbs, waiting for Chan to say something else. Chan’s hand rests at the base of his wine glass as he thinks hard about something. You’re confident yes, but as Chan just said, you’re faking it until you’re making it. Inside, you’re panicking at the fact that you might not get to use his song for your auditions. Not only is it perfect for you to show off your skills, but it’s a completely fresh song, it's bound to make your audition stand out based on sound alone and make them remember that you’re the one who danced to it.

“I love your confidence, but if I’m going to let you dance to my song, I’m going to need to see you in action.” You quickly pull out your phone and go straight to your YouTube channel.

“I have this really good routine that I just did to ‘Maria’ by Hwasa that I’m planning to do for this month’s evaluation showcase—” You're cut off by Chan placing his hand over yours.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk," He slowly shakes his head at you.

Had this been any other man, they'd be on the floor gasping for their breath trying to process what just happened as you casually readjust your dress after flipping them over. But this is not any other man. Sure, you're not entirely into Chan, but who could resist those soft eyes and bright smile? And despite being a bad neighbor and overbearingly flirty, he's a good person.

"What?" You ask softly, suddenly becoming shy.

"If you're going to sell me on your dancing, I rather have a live demonstration." He smirks.

"Right now?"

"I mean, we're done eating."

"Not here," You shake your head as you put your phone away.

"Suddenly not so confident?" He teases, leaning back into his chair once again.

"No, this floor is hard as hell and these shoes are not made for dancing. I'm not rolling my ankles for this," You wave down a waiter so you can get the bill.

"So no demo?" He pouts slightly. Cute.

"I didn't say that-- Ah, yes, can we get the bill." You shift your attention to the waiter.

"The bill?" The waiter furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head.

"Y/n--"

"Yes, the bill for our meal." You ask softly as you pull your wallet out of your bag.

"I'm sorry, I was under the imp--"

"Y/n, I already paid the bill," Chan says suddenly.

"What? Why? When?" You turn your attention to Chan. The whole point of tonight was so that you could pay.

"When you went to the bathroom earlier. I figured, I technically invited you out so I should pay."

"But I'm supposed to wine and dine you."

"Yeah, but I wasn't actually going to let you pay." Chan thanks the waiter and sends him off. "Besides, pretty people shouldn't have to pay for their food." He mumbles under his breath.

"Then why did you pay for your own food?" You ask loudly.

You can't help but smirk as Chan's ears quickly turn red and a large smile occupies real estate on his face. His mouth twitches as he tries to find a response to your comment. You pull a couple of bills from your purse and tuck them under your now-empty wine glass before standing up from the table. You smooth out your dress before extending your hand out to Chan.

"C'mon tomato, let's go."

"Where are we going?" He asks as he takes your hand and stands up.

"You said you wanted a live demonstration, right? Let's go,"

***

You flip on the switch in the empty practice room before letting Chan in. You pull off your shoes, not wanting to damage the floor, before walking in after. Your hot feet absorb the cold from the cool hardwood floor. You set your shoes on the counter as Chan explores the dance studio. There isn't much to look at, it's just one of the many practice studios on campus. There are two walls completely made of mirrors so you can yourself from two angles. A dance bar lines the shorter wall. Parallel to that wall is the counter space that's connected to the speaker system, which is almost always littered with water bottles and towels when the room is in use.

"Wow, so this is what the dance studios on campus look like," Chan says in awe. You make your way over to the dance bar and start stretching.

"What, you didn't take one of your dance major groupies in one of these rooms?" You tease.

"No, but what a shame. These mirrors would have made it so much hotter." He walks over to the sound system and starts messing with it.

"God," You place one of your legs up on the bar to stretch it out properly. "You're such a whore."

"I mean, you slept with me so what does that say about you?"

"That I have low standards when I'm drunk apparently."

"Do you want to make them lower?"

"Easy, Channie. We're here for me to dance in the literal sense so I can use your song."

"Okay, okay. You can't say I didn't try though."

"No one will ever say that about you. Now put something on for me to dance to."

"What do you want?"

"Surprise me. I'm trained in every basic style. You can even play gospel music if you want." You finish stretching and join him at the counter.

"You're going to twerk to gospel music?"

"Who said anything about...Chan, just put on a song."

Chan laughs as he goes through his phone. Once he's ready to play the song, you help him hook up his phone to the sound system. Once he's ready to go, you take your place in the middle of the studio.

"Before you start panicking, I have shorts on under my dress." You lift the skirt of your dress slightly to show him.

"It wouldn't be anything I haven't seen before, baby." He grins as he sits on the counter.

"I will hurt you." You roll your eyes.

"Keep talking dirty to me and I'll have to marry you. I love my women feisty and on top every once in a while."

"Someone should hose you down, seriously."

"Care to do the honors?" He smirks. How he can say any of this straight-faced is beyond you.

"Do you have a flirty comeback for everything?"

"Who said I'm flirting? I'm just talking. Sounds like you're falling in love."

"Great, you're delusional too. Just play the song already."

"Yes, ma'am!"

A lo-fi jazzy beat you've never heard before starts flooding the room. You take a deep breath before letting the music move your body in rhythm. The song is nice, but a little weird for a solo. It feels like you're missing something. Someone.

Roughly three minutes later, the song is over and Chan's loud claps fill the room.

"Wow, that was just... wow. You're really go." Chan hops off the counter and comes to help you up.

"Thank you. If you're that impressed by a song I've never heard before and freestyled to, imagine what I could do with Scene Stealers."

"It's not just my song. I'll have to ask Changbin and Han but it's pretty much yours."

"Thank you! If they need more convincing you can show them my channel."

"They probably won't need much convincing. Especially Han."

"I'm so excited, I could probably run all the way back to the apartment." You say excitedly.

"Do you want to walk back?" You and Chan grab your stuff and leave the practice room.

"What about your car?" You ask as you pull your sweater on.

"It can stay overnight. We're only 20 minutes from the apartment anyway. I can use the walk down here as a warm-up before going to the gym. Plus, it's warm out and I'll get to spend a little more time with you."

You nod your head and take his hand as you leave the building. You're still barefoot, not wanting to put your heels back on. Chan stops dead in his tracks and starts to take off his shoes.

"Don't, it's fine. I have dancer's feet, they're calloused at the bottom so I'm fine." You say quickly when you realize what he's doing.

"Yeah, but your entire livelihood is reliant on your feet. You should still protect them. Plus, I can build up the callouses on mine." He finishes taking off his shoes and taps your ankle so you can put them on.

You hesitate for a second before putting them on. He helps you put on his shoes, even tying them before standing up beside you again. As you begin walking, you grab his arm to keep yourself from falling. His feet are so big that the shoes are practically dangling off of you.

"That song you played, did you write it too?" You ask after a few minutes of walking. The air is perfectly cool and cars whizz past the two of you in the street.

"Yeah, why do you want to borrow that one too?" He laughs.

"Yes, actually. It would be perfect for the final project Minho and I have to do for our partner dancing class."

"Minho is your roommate, right?" Chan asks, his pace slowing down a bit.

"Yeah," You reply softly.

"What's the deal with the two of you?"

"We're best friends."

"That's all? You're not like best friends?"

"That's...complicated."

"How complicated?" Chan isn't prepared to be yanked back slightly as you stop walking. You press your lips together.

"We've done everything together, literally. Even took our first breaths together. Our moms are best friends and were so excited to be pregnant at the same time. Min's mom went into labor and I apparently was jealous and came out two months early. So we're close. Always have been." You slightly hesitate, thinking about what the actual situation with Minho is.

"But?" You start walking again, dragging Chan with you.

"Before you say anything, we never slept together or anything like that. We were each other's first kisses when we were 16 and that's about as far as we've gotten. But, we both do like each other. He's just too much of a coward to go from friends to more than that."

"That is complicated."

Silence falls between the two of you again. You've been walking so long, you're already almost at the apartment. You can feel Chan thinking beside you. The Minho situation is probably causing him to hesitate to flirt with you.

"So, did you sleep with me to make him jealous?" He asks quietly.

"Oh please, Minho would get jealous just watching me stand next to you. I slept with you because I wanted to. And because I was drunk, but mostly because I wanted you. Minho was the furthest thing from my mind that night. Besides, I'm not going to just sit around and wait for him. If I'm with someone else when he wakes up, that's on him."

"Hmm..." He hums. The two of you climb up the stairs to your floor in silence yet again. It felt quicker than a 20-minute walk somehow.

You and Chan walk straight past his apartment and walk to yours. Once you're in front of your door, you quickly go to take off the shoes and hand them back to Chan.

"The situation with your roommate sounds a bit too messy so I'm going to back off. But don't worry, I'll still be your friend and let you use our music. I've had my handful of complicated relationships already, but this one sounds like it's going to be a pain." He breathes. You can't help but give him a soft smile. You aren't looking to date Chan, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt a little.

"Fair enough. Anyway, thank you for tonight." You put your key into the lock and turn the knob.

"I am backing off," He grabs your hand to stop you from opening the door further than you already have. "But a good night kiss wouldn't hurt. It can also be a goodbye kiss. Like a concession in a way, since I'm so graciously stepping back."

"Oh yeah, oh so graciously." You laugh.

"Just one little kiss. Or else I'll be mad at myself for the rest of my life. I'll even stop blasting music in my apartment."

"One kiss for some peace and quiet?"

"And to cure my breaking heart?" He smirks.

"Oh, well I guess I do have to kiss you then. Wouldn't want that on my conscience." You smirk back.

Chan lets go of your hand and places his hand on your cheek, using his thumb to brush your lower lip before leaning in. You close your eyes just as you feel Chan's soft, slightly chapped lips melt into yours. His free hand finds your waist and pulls you closer. You drop your shoes and throw your arms around his neck. His tongue desperately swipes at your bottom lip and you part your mouth to let him in.

Clang

The two of you quickly separate once you hear a loud noise come from your apartment. The both of you panting, staring at each other. Your lips are wet and slightly swollen.

"That was a little more than just 'one little kiss.'" You smirk.

"I took tax for wearing my shoes home." He bites his bottom lip. His lips are slightly tinted red from your lipstick.

"Again, fair enough. I'll see you later Chan. And remember, I'll come over to kick your ass if your music is too loud." You laugh as you pick up your shoes.

"Don't tempt me with a good time, sweetheart. I will buy industrial speakers if that's the case." He laughs as he starts to talk back to his apartment.

Once Chan is outside his apartment he does a little wave goodbye and gestures for you to go inside your apartment. You wave back before you take a deep breath, hand on the doorknob. You push the door open just as you hear a loud slam come somewhere inside.

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Buy me a coffee?

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Part 1 of my He Brothers HCs

- In the future, He Tian grows to share more of He Cheng’s physical attributes (height, musculature, facial structure, etc.)

- They uncannily resemble their father but they inherited their mother’s eyes

- From the back, they look almost like the same person except for little details: despite both slicking their hair back, He Tian’s hair is longer and darker, he doesn’t have an undercut, and his posture is more lax

- From the front, the difference is more noticeable; He Cheng has more lines on his face from all the years dealing with his family’s bs

- Not to mention, their personalities are VERY different

- But there are times when they’re on mafia mode (particularly when they’re trying to achieve the same goal - which is a very very rare occurence), they seem to tune into the same wavelength and whoever is facing off with them, whether it be in combat, negotiations or whatever, are absolutely demolished by the end of the ordeal. Of course, they still clash more often than they get along, afterall He Tian is forced to work for his family for sometime until he can do whatever he wants (start his own non-mafia related business to be free with his Momo)

- People in the family business (especially the new guys) sometimes mistook He Tian for He Cheng and vice versa, much to their horror and He Tian’s amusement

- It doesn’t help that He Tian could mimic He Cheng’s voice and mannerisms; when he was younger he wanted to be like his brother cuz he thought he was cool but obviously that didn’t last long so whatever behavior he learned from his brother he used to mock the latter

- But He Tian and He Cheng don’t think they look THAT much alike

- There was one time when He Tian was wrongfully targetted by a rival group because they thought he was He Cheng

- There were also times when Jian Yi, Zheng Xi, and Mo mistook He Cheng for He Tian (He Cheng’s back was to them and they weren’t paying attention)

- One morning, after a long night at work, Mo saw a He Tian shaped figure in the kitchen. Thinking that his boyfriend was back from his business trip, he hugged them from behind and nuzzled his face onto their back, his sleep-addled brain missing the way said figure froze when he made contact with them. Then he heard He Tian’s scandalized voice from behind. Mo opens his bleary eyes, makes eye contact with the person he was cuddling, and his stomach drops to the depths of hell when he realized that this was not his boyfriend, but his boyfriend’s scary mafia older brother, He Cheng. He literally flies off the other, face redder than his hair from embarrassment and absolutely terrified for his life. Cue the: “I COULD EXPLAIN!” “I SWEAR, I THOUGHT HE WAS YOU, CHICKEN DICK!” Meanwhile, He Tian went from feeling confused to jealous/betrayed to extremely amused within a matter of seconds. He Cheng was weirded out but also found the mistake slightly amusing, enough so to crack a millimeter of what could be a smile

- The only person who had never & will never mistake them for each other is Brother Qiu; he knows the difference between his boyfriend - yes He Cheng and Qiu are together - and his boyfriend’s demon baby brother from miles away

- Now imagine a crack AU where the He brothers switch bodies oh man that’d be hilarious

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5: Never Know

Noah: hey, how are you doing today?

I smiled down at my phone as I read the text message that was displayed on the screen. Ever since the day that I woke up at his place and he gave me his number, Noah's been checking in on me through text. Not every day, maybe a couple days out of the week, but it was a nice gesture of him. It actually made me quite happy, having someone check in to make sure I'm doing okay in the head. There have been days where we’d hit the bar with the band, too, which was nice to get out with a group of people.

Me: Doing good today!

Work has been a little hectic this week with trucks breaking down left and right, which was stressful as all Hell, but I was managing. Maybe not in the healthiest of ways, I'd come home after a long day, crack open a beer or several and take a nice, long bath. It felt good to just float—body and mind—so I could forget about the disaster that is my life. On top of work, the latest update of my father's sickness was not a good one. The medication he was one was stabilizing his liver, but it wasn't a cure; he still needs a liver transplant. Not a partial donation, but the whole organ, which was becoming very hard to come by. Ironically, I found myself drinking almost every night as of late.

Noah: good! you busy tonight? Me: No, why? Noah: come hang and sing karaoke with us

I snorted, shaking my head. Sure, the singer with a goddamn otherworldly voice wants to partake in karaoke.

Me: Do you want me to embarrass myself? Noah: no! lol Me: Oh, so you want to go deaf. Got it.

He sends me a bunch of laughing emojis.

Noah: c'mon I'm sure you're not THAT bad Me: Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you lol

A few hours later, and after hounding Victoria to join me, we were walking into a local Chinese restaurant that was separated by a bar and a dining area. The dining area had tables pushed aside at the far end, a large screen displaying "Lyrics by Music Choice", examples of songs scrolling by. To the left was a bald, well-built man sitting behind a podium with a laptop sitting on top, clearly in control of the karaoke this evening. I browsed the room, lights flashing and causing a glare in my vision. When I heard my name called, I squinted through the blinding lights, making out a silhouette that had been waving at me. Victoria and I made our way towards it, knowing that it was Noah.

He gives me a sideways hug when I reach the table, the other three smiling and greeting us cheerfully. I sat at the table, immediately browsing through the drink menu once I settled in.

“So, whatcha gonna pick?” Noah asks me while taking a sip of his beer. I shrugged, “Not much of a Mai Tai fan, so probably just a sangria.” He laughs, “No, I meant for a song. For karaoke?” I hang my head in my hand with a chuckle of embarrassment, shaking my head at myself. “Right.” He gives my shoulder a reassuring nudge, “Sangria’s are a good choice, though.” “Well, how about you? I’m not sure what the vibe is here.” “Noah and I are gonna duet ‘Summer Nights’!” Nick Ruffilo decided to answer for him. I snort, “From Grease? You must be joking.” When none of them denied it, I gave them all a quizzical look. “Oh, you weren’t joking.” “No, they’re not joking. These dumbasses do this every time,” Jolly speaks up and rolls his eyes, seemingly annoyed. When he takes a sip of his beer, I catch the smile that he was trying to hide, clearly amused by their upcoming performance.

After getting to know the guys little by little these past few weeks, it was very clear that Nick Ruffilo and Noah were the best of friends. Jolly was more laid back and Nick Folio gave me Golden Retriever vibes since he seemed to always be amped up and ready for anything, but they were both very welcoming. I found myself looking forward to seeing them whenever the opportunity arises.

When I finally received my sangria, Nick and Noah had been called up for their duet. I wasn’t sure how many drinks the two of them had, but they were giggling as they made their way up. I looked over at Vic, she had an amused smirk plastered on her face as she sipped on her vodka soda. “I’m so glad you dragged me along,” she says and looks over at me. “This is going to be fucking hilarious.” I leaned back in my chair and took a sip of my drink, nodding. “They’re a riot. I’ve only seen them together a couple of times, but each time I find myself laughing my ass off.” “That’s because you don’t have to live with them! Shit gets fucking annoying real fast,” Jolly cuts in, chuckling with a shake of his head. “That’s bullshit, and you know it!” Folio scolds him. “You were busting a gut the time Noah whipped that skeleton across the balcony and into the wall.” “Ah, shut it,” Jolly retorts, shoving him on the shoulder. The whole table laughed in unison.

The opening tune to “Summer Nights” filled up the room, Victoria and I immediately giving them our undivided attention. I just about died when Nick was the one singing the male part, leaving Noah singing the female part—but it did make sense, considering Noah’s vocal range. When the first round of “tell me more, tell me more” came about, Folio and Jolly both chimed in. Vic and I whipped our heads towards each other, mouths dropped in pure amusement. We decided telepathically that we’d join them from here on out, singing along to each “tell me more, tell me more” and “shoo bop bop, shoo bop bop”. When I thought that the performance couldn’t get any more hilarious, they reached the part where the vocals went extremely high—Noah gave it his all, full on belting the infamous “summer nights”. Vic and I nearly keeled over with laughter.

“I think that was the best one yet,” Noah says as he plops down in his seat, beaming while Nick takes his seat next to him, mirroring his smile. I found myself admiring the pure joy strewn across Noah’s face—the way his eyes glimmered under the flashing lights as his grin reached them, crinkling in the corners. It was such a genuine smile, warming me on the inside. “Eh, it was alright,” Jolly teases and slides him the beer he had ordered for him while he was on stage. “Then explain why all of you, including the girls, were laughing and singing along,” Noah retorts, accepting the drink with a nod. Jolly just rolls his eyes. “I dunno, I was enjoying it,” Folio chimes in.

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When Vic decided to call it quits for the night, I found myself quite disappointed in having to part ways with them. It had been a long time since I’ve laughed as hard as I had tonight, and I was dreading going home and feeling myself crash later in the night. I was her ride for the night, and I was obligated to take her home when she was ready to go, so I couldn’t argue with her. I gave all the boys hugs goodbye, finally reaching the comfortability to do so. As I hugged Noah, I felt this sense of security when his arms wrapped around me tighter than the rest of the group—it was probably just the alcohol, making the both of us more affectionate with others as drinking normally does for people.

“So,” Vic starts when we begin to drive home, “you seeing colors yet or what?” I scrunched my brows up in confusion as I tried to understand what she was talking about. It was when my mother’s words of ‘seeing color when you fall in love’ came to mind, did I realize what she was talking about. “C’mon you know that shit’s not real,” I laugh, “of course not.” “Liv, I saw the way you two were looking at each other.” I shoot her a sideway glance of disbelief. “What are you talking about?” She snorts, “Every time I looked over at you, you were looking at Noah with this shit-eating grin. When he would look over and do the same, you’d quickly look away and cover it up by leaning your chin in your hand.” I rolled my eyes. “I really have no idea what you’re talking about, Vic. I was just having a good time. Plus, you know how I get when I start to drink; I get all smiley and giggly.” “Whatever. All I’m saying is it is real, and so is Hanahaki Disease—you’re very lucky you weren’t actually in love with Darren, or you could’ve gotten sick with that shit.” I shook my head, absolutely dumbfounded. “What the fuck is Hanahaki Disease?” “It’s rare,” she says with a sigh, “but it’s when one person loves someone, and the other doesn’t love them back. You know, unrequited love.” I nod, wanting her to continue. “The person who’s in love starts to cough up flowers, and it’s extremely debilitating. It stops when you either lose feelings, or the other loves you back.”

I find myself laughing—that is absolute bullshit. There’s no way someone just grows flowers in their lungs and regurgitates them because someone doesn’t love them back. “Laugh all you want but stop doubting these things just because you haven’t experienced them,” Vic says sternly. “Maybe I’ll never know, seeing as you claim I was never in love,” I retort with a shrug.

When I pull up to her place, we sit in silence for a moment, marinating in the mutual aggravation we developed from our stubbornness. Eventually she turns my way as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “I’m sorry, Liv,” she sighs. “I didn’t mean to be snarky. I just wanted you to understand that these things are real.” I give her a small smile. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to. It’s just… it’s really hard to believe when you didn’t see anything change after being with someone for two years.” She gives me a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder. “I know. Just keep an open mind to it—would I lie to you? Would your mom lie to you?” “No, I guess not.” “Exactly,” she winks, then pulls me into a hug. I squeeze her, smiling at her when we break away. “Have a good night, Vic. Thanks for coming out tonight.” “No, thank you for bringing me out! They’re hilarious and I had a blast,” she exclaims as she hops out of the car. “Night, drive safe.”

-

I laid in bed for what seemed like hours after I dropped Victoria off, her words cycling in my mind like a tornado. Had I really been looking and smiling that much at Noah all night? Surely I couldn’t have been; two sangrias, my best friend, and four goofy guys made for an incredible night—of course I would be smiling. I was just happy that I found new friends, even if the circumstances were a little dramatic, I guess you could say. It was nice to have someone else understand exactly what you’ve been through, and to just talk about it without feeling judged.

Just as I was about to roll over and get comfortable, my phone lit up next to me on the nightstand. Thinking it might’ve been Victoria, I ignored it at first…but my curiosity got the best of me. I just saw her, what could she possibly be texting me about?

Noah: hope you got home safe, thanks for coming out tonight. had a lot of fun

I held my phone for a moment, a musing grin growing on my face.

Me: I did, thank you. I had a great time, you guys are hilarious! I put a smiley face emoji at the end. Noah: glad to hear it He puts a smiley there. guess that means I’ll invite you to the next one lol

I felt my heart skip a beat, heat rising to my cheeks as I thought about him wanting to invite me out again.

Me: Yeah, I’d like that! Noah: me too. night Liv, sleep well He puts another smiley emoji there. Me: G’night Noah, sleep tight.

I stared at my phone, reading the conversation over and over again, not being able to wrap my head around it. My heart was pounding erratically, my stomach cartwheeling as I pictured the smile on his face as he typed out these texts. The small crinkles at the outer corners of his dark, yet welcoming eyes, the brightness of his perfectly straight pearly whites, the soft chuckle that sounds when he’s amused. I took a deep breath to calm my racing heart, putting my phone back on the nightstand. Maybe he was just enjoying our newfound friendship…or maybe Victoria was right. Maybe there was something about the way we were looking at each other tonight.

|Chapter 6|

[ccorinthian]

Another childhood fic: Domingo and Nacho get sodas and talk about their dads. 800 words, Nacho pov.

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She’d taken his hat again and worn it and now he was annoyed at her but he had to get it back so he’d come with her after school. They’d gone to a corner store where she knew the owner, or, her dad knew the owner but she’d met him enough times for him to recognise her so they’d greet each other all the time. Which also meant that sometimes she could get a snack or even a soda ‘on the house’, which she had learnt meant that she didn’t have to pay but she didn’t really get what a house had to do with anything.

She got a can of 7up and he a coke. The clerk didn’t even look up when they walked past and it was someone she didn’t recognise either. She still felt a little disappointed that it hadn’t been the owner working today. Maybe it’d impress the kid who followed her that she knew him. He seemed like an easily impressed dweeb.

‘Are you going to pay for these later?’ The boy from math sat on the curb next to her. They’d found a spot in the shade of a building.

‘I don’t have to,’ she replied, while cracking open her can. It fizzed loudly for a moment so she held it up to her ear to listen to it while the kid from class looked up at her like some idiot, which he was. ‘I know the owner.’

‘My dad owns a furniture store.’

She couldn’t understand why he brought that up when she was trying to tell him about herself like that but apparently it was important for him to make it about himself. Boys always did that and they always just talked about themselves all the time. No wonder they were so dumb when they were too busy thinking about themselves to learn anything important. The worst part is that she knew that his dad ran that store because her dad had told her so once when they drove past it. It looked boring to her but apparently they made very good things. What made a table good or not wasn’t really anything she cared about.

‘Okay.’ She drank quietly from her can and hoped that he would notice that she didn’t say anything more and ask her if she was annoyed. But instead he was staring at a large bug that crawled between his feet. He didn’t pay any attention to her at all.

‘This is a—‘

‘My dad has a store too. He works with cars.’

‘Oh, cool!’ The boy looked up from the big and looked at her instead with the same expression he’d had on his stupid face when he’d been staring at the bug. ‘Does he sell them?’

‘Yeah,’ she replied before she had a chance to consider not lying. ‘Expensive ones.’

‘Oh?’

That seemed to do the trick because the boy leaned a little towards her. He still had that little smile on his face though and for some reason it made her feel a little angry.

‘Yeah. They’re so expensive that only rich people can buy them.”

The kid gasped and he looked a little jealous so she decided to really go for it so he could sit there in his dumb furniture store later and think about how much cooler her dad was.

‘We sold a Ferrari last week, a yellow one. They’re super rare.’ She finished her 7up. ‘Dad says there’s only fifty of them in America.’

He looked at her with eyes that looked like they were going to pop out of his skull. It was almost too easy.

‘Do you think I could—’

‘No. You can’t come and see. Only people who can afford to buy can. And I don’t think you or your dad do.’

The boy actually looked really sad but he didn’t say anything. He sat down his drink and looked at her but avoided eye contact and then after a few moments he picked up the can again and started reading the text on it instead of talking. His silence was super annoying.

‘I want my hat back,’ he said then and that was more annoying than the silence because it meant he was wanted to go home, even though she’d gotten him a free drink. She threw it at him and ignored the baffled look and stood up. Then she attempted to crush her can beneath her foot like she’d seen the adults do but it wouldn’t give in to her weight so instead she kicked it as hard as he could. It hit the pavement and she hoped a car would come and run it over but it didn’t happen.

‘I’ll see you in class,’ she huffed. ‘Have fun in your stupid furniture shop.’

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts - Hello! - Game's Over, Sam's Done

Warning - Spoilers May Appear

Clearly, the best way to get Thor to leave them alone is for him to get to watch his viking fellows on TV.  He’s SO into it, I love it.

I wonder if he always uses his TV time just for this?

Jay’s just like “Why waste utilities” and Thor goes from being peacefully distracted by the mission to drive Sam crazy because Jay’s trying to save money and can’t hear him.

Poor Sam - she had inadvertently gotten one to leave her alone, only for Jay to ruin it.  

I do love Thor calling Jay “Small Man”.  I wonder if the TV was enough for him to come around to the idea that they could stay as long as he can see Vikings? Because his demand was just to watch TV.

Also, not really shown in this scene, but the ghosts are easily distracted - Thor with the TV, Isaac and Trevor with Hamilton, Hetty and Flower with the hole in the wall.  Like Half the ghosts abandoned the plan the second they found something more interesting. 

I'm convinced the only ones into the Mission are Pete, Sass and Alberta. I wonder why? Sass - drama? Alberta - her murder? But Pete? Very Curious.

I burst out laughing at the Cholera ghosts - if it isn’t mr fix it.  

They’re mocking him and he has no idea and it cracks me up so much.

Stewart should have gotten Nancy’s screen time, honestly.  He's so funny.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

I KNOW WE’RE DEAD BUT HE’S TRYING TO KILL US!  - I love Stewart - he doesn’t pull back - he’s just like COME ON MAN.  Even though he KNOWS Jay can't hear him.

Those Cholera ghosts have some fun after all.

I love that they’re all yelling as if he can hear them - STOP IT MAN!

OMG this is SO SAD!  Sam’s gotten to the point where she thinks that she’s having a Psychotic Break.   POOR SAM.

This is SO interesting - Hetty was not a part of the whole “drive her to acknowledge us” plan.  BUT because of JAY, she’s now driving Sam crazy (when the ghosts IN on the plan have disappeared?) because she’s like “I can’t deal with a hole in the wall”.

Funny to note - Hetty’s struggling here and I can’t wait to see what she’s like in Season 3 when she actually shares a room with Flower.

LMAO I love that Thor calls it a Sorcerer’s window - he’s like “damn it, woman, I just want to see my people.”

Poor Thor, it’s been so long but he misses his people. On the other hand, Sam's busy losing her mind, Thor.

Aw, Sam.  My heart breaks for her.

This is interesting.  Trevor does this thing where he was going someplace and then stops weirdly when he notices who he’s looking for has been found is in that room.  He does the same thing in the Christmas special - so I wonder if he was looking for Hetty at the time???

Anyway, Boy, Trevor doesn’t take rejection well.  Before he was just a poor puppy excited to find someone and connect with someone, now, he’s like ‘fine, I'll be better off without you’.  

This leads into an interesting part of his psychology.  We know that he wants to be the big man around town, he wants to be the center of attention, he wants to have a connection with someone, and he wants to be included and wanted.  

And when he doesn’t get these things - he feels down and sad - which we see in one of the opening scenes, but quickly, he goes on the offense.  It’s only been like a day and Sam’s going through hell, but he (like ALL of the ghosts) only thinks about what he’s feeling and rejecting it.  He wants to mask his negative feelings and project them onto Sam.  

Thus, going for an offensive attack to get her attention - and it works, somewhat.  But also, it probably worked in life, too, hence doing this.  

Doesn’t excuse him, but I do think that he didn’t do this just to be a jerk, but because he’s just trying to deal with his own emotions in the wrong way is interesting. It doesn't make him any worse than the other ghosts that do the same in various instances.

Also, I think he didn’t start with it because he’s not really *that guy*.  He’s only doing it now because he couldn’t handle the rejection (which ISN’T okay). And he backs off quickly when she runs away to the hospital. We never see him do this, again.

Also, what is that face, Thor? You’re just like ‘whatever’.

And Hetty’s too busy trying to get Sam’s attention to interact with what Trevor’s doing here?  You’d think she’d defend her. Since she does - sort of - like Sam.

POOR SAM - She’s just like “God this is terrible”.

Trevor, boy, there’s nothing genius about this.  But I do love them all chasing her to the stairwell.

APPARENTLY, SAM CAN ESCAPE THEM - evidence?  They don’t go downstairs because “they are terrifying” - how are they terrifying??? I need to know.

is it because they smell? Is it because they are different? I just - need to know.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to reach out and chat :)

[siderealscribblings]

LeBlanc Coffee and Curry Honolulu, Hawaii 

Jimmy Tanaka’s Japanese was godawful, but he had grandparents that lived in Okinawa so Sojiro made an effort to help him practice. He had done so much evil in his life that a handful of good deeds would do little to cleanse his soul, but Sojiro hoped that the occasional act of kindness would at least earn him a kinder form of damnation. 

Jimmy spoke Japanese with all the hallmarks of a young man alienated from his parents’ culture, drawing out the u in Sojiro’s last name until it sounded like he was saying “Sah-KOO-rah” despite his gentle admonishments. Still, he was a breath of fresh air among the aging Japanese expats and locals that typically flooded his cafe. They would cluster around the front stoop, grousing about tourists and playing cards while they smoked and waited for their orders to arrive.  It wasn’t too popular; Sojiro never made it a point to advertise. Advertising invited unwanted attention, which Sojiro had avoided successfully for years. 

Hiding in a bustling tourist city on American soil offered him more protection than hunkering down in a bolt-hole somewhere in Japan. S.E.E.S. might be bold enough to march armed into hell, but not bold enough to provoke a response from the United States. The rather liberal Yankee gun-policy meant that Sojiro could reliably stow a weapon under his register without too many eyebrows being raised. He had never been a field operative and would likely die in any fair gunfight. But he kept it meticulously oiled and loaded and never far from reach. The other shoe was going to drop someday, and Sojiro would be ready for it when it finally did. 

Until then, he had work to do; at home, and at the restaurant slinging plates of warm curry and hot coffee. 

“Jimmy, order for Table 2!” Sojiro called in Japanese, sliding two katsu curry plates onto a tray and ringing the doorbell. 

“Table…” The young man’s brow furrowed, trying to remember his Japanese. “Ah, naruhodo!” 

Do you really? Sojiro thought, watching the young man walk to Tables 3, 4, and 5 before finally remembering what the Japanese word for two was. Then again Sojiro’s English was only adequate after nearly a decade abroad. Between the two of them, they had enough English and Japanese experience to carry on a full conversation in two broken languages. 

“You get the overseas news, Sa-ku-ra-san?” Jimmy asked as he returned behind the counter. 

“Nah…been busy,” Sojiro grunted in English, cracking open a glass coke bottle and taking a sip. Synthesizing baalsulfuric aether with components outside the Metaverse was impossible, so naturally it took a whole week of sleepless nights to figure out how to do it. “Anything interesting?” 

“Some hella yabai stuff going on,” Jimmy whistled. “Bunch of…uh… thieves?” 

“Thieves?” Sojiro snorted. “What did they steal?” 

“Nothing yet; they’re like crazy, uh… hacker thieves,” Jimmy said after a moment of fumbling with the pronunciation. “Took over a radio station or something I guess; started making threats to the police and a bunch of famous people.” 

“That so?” Sojiro chuckled. Everyone is a drama queen these days. 

“They got a couple of babes with them though,” Jimmy said, scrolling through his phone and pulling up an image clipped from one of the broadcasts. “Check out the blonde in the catsuit.” 

Sojiro sighed, leaning over to look at Jimmy’s phone for a moment before turning back to the stove. “She’s a bit young for me, but I guess she’s up your- wait! ” 

Panic raced through Sojiro as he suddenly reached out and grabbed Jimmy’s phone before he could tuck it away. “Let me see that again.” 

Jimmy’s smirk spread as he passed Sojiro the phone. “Told ya she was hot…though the chick in the biker gear has some nice legs too.” 

Sojiro was half listening, eyes tracing the lines of glowing energy that snaked under the thieves’ masks in disbelief. “H-How long have they been robbing people?! Have they appeared in public or just on the news?! When did they show up?!” 

“Uh…” Jimmy blinked, struggling with the flood of Japanese. “I don’t really know…maybe a few weeks, or so ago? The forums are all buzzing with gossip but- hey!” 

“Watch the shop!” Sojiro called over his shoulder, grabbing his pistol and tucking it into the waistband of his slacks. “And send me that link!” 

Sojiro heard his protegee call something back to him but couldn’t hear what over the pounding in his own ears. The afternoon sun cast long shadows on the sidewalk as he made it towards his car parked in a side-alley. He whipped out a pocket mirror, carefully inspecting the undercarriage for misplaced wiring or lumpy blocks of C4 before sliding into the driver’s seat and tearing out onto the main road. 

Traffic was infuriatingly dense on the way back to his unassuming white house tucked away in the corner of an unassuming neighborhood. The money from his previous career could have furnished beachfront property, yet the small, overgrown home far away from the tourist spots had been perfect. Neighbors were friendly, but old, blind, and hard of hearing; if the gadget in the basement blew up, it would only kill those who had lived full lives already. Heavy iron bars rattled on the front door as Sojiro’s hands shook trying to open it, the eye of a single security camera following him into the house as he slammed and bolted the door behind him. 

"Hey!" Sojiro called into the house. "Get up here; you need to see this!" 

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[fantastic-bby]

Adventures of Campus: Two Hearts, One Soul (Teaser)

Pairing: Yeji x Hyunjin

Word count: 1335

Genre: Fluff | Crack-ish | Slice of Life | Platonic soulmate AU | College AU

Hwang Hyunjin was never exactly fond of people when he was in high school. However, when Hwang Yeji, an ex-high school classmate who had spent their high school life calling him “Twin”, is thrown into his life when he finds out that they’re in the same university, he’s suddenly tossed around friend groups and social settings where he encounters some of the most chaotic people he’s ever met. 

Not only that, but he starts to think that Yeji may actually be his twin after all.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption | Mentions of sex

Publish date of full fic: 2nd September

Full fic details:

Word count: 19.9k

Genre: Fluff | Crack-ish | Slice of Life | Platonic Soulmates AU | Found Family AU | College AU

Warnings: Alcohol consumption | Marijuana usage | Mentions of sex | Harassment

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The process of getting through Hyunjin’s first university semester is… a bit odd. The first week was practically kicked off with how quickly everything was being put into place. Not only were his professors almost a million times more entertaining and more easy going than he had expected them to be, but the people around him were the most physical example of ‘we come from different backgrounds’ than he had ever thought was possible.  

Yeji had also been by his side whenever they had free time, but by the third week, she had joined the cheerleading team and was becoming friends with the members. Hyunjin had also bumped into ‘Yeni’ in one of their classes, figuring out that his name is actually Yang Jeongin and that the name ‘Yeni’ came about because someone in high school called him “Innie”. 

There were a few other people that surrounded Hyunjin, like Felix, who Hyunjin very quickly came to learn that Minho was absolutely right about university students being mostly depressed, lifeless alcoholics because Felix would try to invite him out to random parties over the weekend and would just drink himself practically to death.

“Did you hear about the guy on the baseball team?” Ryujin asks as she holds her phone out towards Yeji, Hyunjin, and Jeongin.

“Kim Seungmin?” Jeongin questions as he looks at her phone. It’s an Instagram post by the university’s baseball team congratulating Kim Seungmin’s win on a national championship and for winning his team a gold medal. “I know him; he’s a nice dude. I’m pretty sure he was born to play baseball. This guy’s skill is completely different.”

“I heard he also gets around a lot,” Yeji says. She picks her phone up off of the table and pulls open one of her group chats, showing it to the table, “no one really seems to care about dating him, but he’s really into sex.” 

“A player?” Hyunjin wonders as he reads the gossip from Yeji’s phone. 

“Not exactly,” Jeongin shakes his head. “He said that the past few people that he’s slept with, he makes it clear that he doesn’t want a relationship and that he’s out the door before the Sun comes up.”

“I guess he’s somewhat considerate for making it clear,” Ryujin mumbles, intending for it to come out more to herself. 

“I feel like you guys would get along with him, though,” Jeongin quickly claims. “He acts exactly like the top cheerleader.” 

“Oh, (Y/n)?” 

“Yeah! Them! They have the same personality, so if you get along with (Y/n), you’re probably gonna get along with Seungmin.”

“So, they’re both cocky bastards,” Hyunjin jokes. 

“Exactly!” Jeongin laughs. 

The four of them had quickly realised that they all, unfortunately, lacked the ability to filter their words—which is actually why they seem to get along so well despite having only known each other for a month. So, the term ‘cocky bastards’ is actually used quite endearingly. 

“We should hang out with them one day,” Ryujin hums. 

“Felix from Business invited me out to the baseball team’s party this weekend,”  Yeji says as she pulls up an invitation on her phone, instead, and shows it to the table. “I’m pretty sure both (Y/n) and Seungmin are gonna be there.” 

“From what I heard, the baseball team always throws the best parties,” Jeongin claims. “Heard it from one of my seniors.” 

“We should go, then,” she suggests. 

“It’s not like there’s anything else going on this weekend—assignment season is next week,” Ryujin hums. 

“Ready to mingle around as university students?” Yeji turns to Hyunjin. He knows what she’s doing.

She’s trying to gauge whether or not he’d be comfortable in a social setting that he’s not used to. The realisation dawns on him that there’s a very high chance Yeji’s been able to note down his habits if she had always been wanting to talk to him. 

For that, he smiles and nods.

“Sure.”

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Hyunjin hadn’t been to many parties when he was in high school, except for the one party he went to when the football team threw a graduation party. He isn’t sure what he’s expecting out of a university party, but he can’t expect it to be any different from the drugs, alcohol, and random people making out in the corner of the living room. 

The four of them step into the frat house only to be practically deafened by the loud music. There’s a lingering smell of alcohol that wafts into Hyunjin’s nose, but somehow, it still feels not as bad as the football team’s party.

The only thing that’s bothering him at the moment is when the infamous peer pressure comes crashing into him the moment someone offers him some kind of alcohol or drug. Hyunjin honestly doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to be doing with any part of himself as he wanders into the house with his friends. 

Not long after, Ryujin gets whisked away by a group of people while Jeongin drags Hyunjin and Yeji to the kitchen where most of the baseball team are. 

“Yeni!”  Felix gasps when he sees him. He pulls Jeongin into his side to hug him and his eyes only brighten further upon seeing Hyunjin and Yeji. “Holy shit, you convinced Hyunjin to come along? This guy never accepts any of my party invites.”

“This time, I actually have people who have a chance of leaving sober,” Hyunjin chuckles. 

“That’s a fair point,” he laughs heartily. “Do you guys drink? If you’re lightweights, then I’d suggest starting off with just a beer. If you’re down to lose your fucking mind, then you can try this… vodka… tequila… thing I made.” Felix gestures to the clear water dispenser filled with a neon yellow liquid that doesn’t look like something that’s good for your body. 

“What’s in it?” Yeji asks, sceptical, as she eyes the liquid, extremely unsure of whether or not she should be willingly putting it into her system. 

“I only remember the vodka and the tequila…” Felix trails off as he frowns and stares at the dispenser to try and remember exactly what’s in it. “I don’t know, I think I drank it afterwards and blacked out. Hold on, maybe Jongho knows.” He quickly pulls over one of the other members of the baseball team that Hyunjin recognises only because he’s seen him around campus a few times. 

“Vodka, tequila, sprite, I’m pretty sure you threw in the gummy bear infused vodka, too—and there’s a lemon floating around somewhere in there, “ Jongho recites as he stares at it.

“Okay, but that doesn’t explain why it’s neon yellow,” Hyunjin claims. 

“Felix threw in two bottles of yellow food colouring into it without checking if it was enough in the first place,” he answers. 

“Are you trying to kill us?” Jeongin scoffs playfully as he looks at Felix in disbelief. 

“Know your limits, people!” Felix laughs right before he chugs his cup of the concoction and lets out a loud hiss. “Fuck, that’s strong—why did I make this?” He visibly, and very loudly, gags after a moment and turns to Jongho, “why the hell did you let me make this?” 

“Chan said to trust you.”

“Well, don’t fucking trust that guy,” he groans and reaches for a water bottle on the counter to try and wash away the horrible taste in his mouth. 

“Oh come on, it can’t be that bad,” Hyunjin laughs as he and Yeji pour themselves a cup, the cheerleader still extremely hesitant, but willing enough to try it because she wants to know what’s the deal with it. 

They both look at each other as they take the smallest sip possible only for the both of them to spit it back into the cup immediately after.

“Felix?!” Hyunjin chokes.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Yeji coughs violently. 

“My god, that’s going to give someone alcohol poisoning!” He looks at Felix in pure disbelief. He turns to hand the cup to Jeongin, but the younger man quickly raises his hands up and shakes his head. 

“I-I’m scared of it,” he quickly blurts out. 

“Here’s advice,” Felix says, voice coming out a pitch higher than usual as he gathers the three of them, “drink the beer and never trust me to make drinks ever again.”

“You got it,” Hyunjin laughs as he puts the cup down onto the counter and lets Jongho hand him a beer instead. 

“It’s alcoholic ginger beer—Felix insisted because he’s obsessed with it,” Jongho says as he hands a bottle to Yeji as well. 

“Alcoholic ginger beer?” Yeji repeats as she eyes the unlabelled glass bottle. 

“Just give it a try. It’s surprisingly good,” he nods. He spares a glance at Felix and cringes slightly when he realises that he’s chugging another cup of his vodka monstrosity. 

Yeji and Hyunjin exchange a look before deciding, at the same time, to take a swig of the drink. Only for their eyes to widen in surprise.

“Wow, that’s so good!” Yeji gasps. 

“Yeah, Felix has the entire football team practically hooked on this stuff and he’s only been here for a month,” Jongho chuckles. He leans against the counter with his strong arms crossed over his chest, watching as Yeji and Hyunjin’s eyes seem to sparkle at the tangy flavour of the ginger beer. “It also won’t get you completely blacked out. Find a place to hang out. If it’s too crowded or loud on the inside, feel free to head into the garden. There’s less people there and there’s a campfire going on right now—oh, and if anything weird happens or anyone weird tries something, look for me or Chan; we’re always sober.”  

“Thank you, Jongho,” she sighs before turning to Hyunjin who nods immediately when she silently suggests the outdoors. 

Jeongin stays inside with Jongho and Felix while the two make their way into the large garden where a kiddy pool has been set up on one end, a foosball table on the other, and a bonfire in the centre. The garden has significantly less people than the inside and most of the people outside don’t actually look drunk at all; Hyunjin assumes they’re people who didn’t want to get caught in the gross crowd on the inside, but still wanted to stick around the party. 

They spot Ryujin at the end with the kiddy pool, talking to a handful of people who are comfortable sat on the inside of the pool in what Hyunjin assumes is their underwear or just the clothes they wore to the party—this is solely based off of the fact that he doesn’t think anyone is given a memo that they should bring a swimming suit for a fucking kiddy pool.

 She waves them over the moment she spots them and the two of them oblige, making the guys in the pool turn and wave at them as well.

“These are some of my friends from the music club; Changbin, Jisung, and Chaeryeong.” The three of them wave, muttering ‘heys’ and drunken smiles. “This is Yeji and Hyunjin.”

“Woah, you guys look the same,” Jisung slurs, slightly. He pushes his wet hair out of his face and squints at them for a moment before letting out a soft ‘woah’. 

“Are you twins?” Chaeryeong asks as she leans against the edge of the pool, the air moving around the inside and making her slump against it instead. 

“Nope, but we do share the same surname,” Yeji answers. 

“We’re both Hwang,” Hyunjin nods. 

“Dude that’s crazy,” Changbin chuckles. 

“They’re a bit drunk,” Ryujin whispers to the two of them, hoping that the alcohol would lessen their hearing abilities just a little bit. 

“I think we can tell,” Hyunjin snorts. “What have you guys been drinking?” 

“Felix’s cocktail. It’s pretty good after a few glasses,” Jisung claims while waving his cup in the air. He brings it to his face and frowns when he realises that it’s empty. He throws the plastic cup onto the ground and whines, “I want more alcohol.” 

“Ji, if you take more alcohol, you’re going to make it harder for Changbin to take you home,” Ryujin jokes. 

“It’s not like Changbin’s going to be having a good time doing it now anyway,” he grumbles, glancing at the way Changbin and Chaeryeong are giggling over a piece of grass. “He’s way worse than I am and I’ve already had four cups of it.”

“What the fuck? Four?” Yeji gawks at him and Jisung only gives them a toothy smile in response, his full cheeks rounded right at the apples of his face before Changbin splashes water at him.

“Fuck you,” he drawls. 

“What’s your problem, man?” Jisung groans. 

“Your face is the problem.”

“Then get out of the pool!”

“I like the pool!” 

Ryujin watches with a half-cringe on her face, her head shaking slightly.

“I don’t know why I became friends with them,” she sighs as she turns back to Yeji and Hyunjin. “How are you two holding up?” 

“Felix’s cocktail is toxic waste, so he gave us ginger beer.” Hyunjin waves the bottle in his hands lightly. 

“I knew to stay away from that thing,” Ryujin mutters as she glances at the way Chaeryeong climbs out of the kiddy pool, her sweater and jeans completely drenched with water as she stumbles onto the grass. 

“I wan’ more,” she grumbles. 

“No, Chae, hey,” she quickly rounds the pool to help steady the woman. “That’s enough for you—let me get you home.”  

“Do you need any help?” Hyunjin offers, but Ryujin shakes her head with a reassuring smile. 

“You guys can stay here for a bit longer if you’d like. I just need to get Chaeryeong home and in clothes that won’t get her sick.”

“Alright,” Yeji nods, “just give us a call if you need anything.” 

“Oh, and also let Jeongin know that I’m leaving. He gets worried whenever we go to parties and I disappear.”

“Hell, I’d be worried, too,” he chuckles. “Safe ventures, Jin.” 

“You, too!” 

Hyunjin and Yeji return their attention to the way Changbin is practically passing out in the pool while Jisung pokes his cheek repeatedly, fingers squishing the skin of his face before he decides that he’s bored.

“Why aren’t you guys leaving? Baseball team parties are fun if you have friends or if you’re hammered,” Jisung claims, his words slurring together.

“It’s actually… pretty neat here,” Yeji claims as she looks around. There are a few guys from the male rugby team playing foosball with cigarettes in their hands. “It’s an interesting vibe.”

“I like coming to these because I get to see what people are like when they feel lighter,” Jisung chuckles. His head falls forward lazily only for him to throw it back upright with a shocked look on his face. “That’s a side effect of being drunk,” he laughs. 

Hyunjin laughs as well, “how drunk are you?” 

“Really fucking drunk. I don’t know how I’m still able to form coherent sentences and thoughts, but hey, it’s a neat trick,” Jisung hums. “Anyway, I need to deal with Changbin and his lightweight bullshit. You guys enjoy the rest of the party. Try not to look for me if you need anything because I might just end up tripping on my own feet trying to help.”

“We’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Jisung,” Yeji chuckles. 

There’s a moment where the Hwang pair are left alone; where Changbin has completely passed out in the pool while Jisung lets himself bask in the momentary silence. The buzz of the garden is more pleasant than the crowd inside and it sends a strange sense running throughout Hyunjin’s body—one that sends an epiphany shooting through his mind as he turns to look at Yeji and the way she smiles slightly to herself. 

There’s something about this girl that just makes Hyunjin feel as though he’s safe, but not in the sense that he’d want to date her, God no. 

The idea of dating Yeji feels awkward to Hyunjin. It feels wrong. No, Hyunjin likes her company.  There’s something about her that makes him know that she’s someone who will be in his life for a very long time and it makes Hyunjin’s heart feel at ease knowing that. 

Yeji turns to look at him, laughing at the group at the foosball table when someone manages to accidentally rip an entire bar out of the table. 

“Hyunjin—” She quickly cuts herself off when she sees the way he looks at her, so much adoration in his eyes. “What?” 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head while smiling. 

Hyunjin raises his free hand to her head and ruffles her straight hair, making Yeji groan while swatting his hand away.

“Don’t mess my hair up, asshole!” she grumbles and shoves his hand away.  Hyunjin only laughs as he lowers his hand and nods. “Whatever you say, your majesty.”

[sodetectivefestival]

being mister and mrs isaacsons daughter

Life’s not fun especially when you’re poor and single. Everybody feels like tying you down to a friend or some man or woman they deem ready for action. When you tell them you aren’t ready their mouths pops out their head’s crazy assumptions. They say you don’t want to get into it because you’re afraid you’ll be exposed. Yes! They assume you’re hiding something about your sexuality which might embarrass you if is let out in the open. Whenever you listen to a radio programme, you hear people discussing topics with their listeners and you think to yourself; wait a minute isn’t I that they’re yapping on about?

On those days when you got to be doing something to keep your mind busy and off the world and its dramas, you realise that though you may be filling trolleys week on end at the nearest Supermarkets, that you have no one to share your breakfast, lunch and supper with. There’s no one to share your little secrets with and no one to correct you whenever you’re stepping out of line. No one. You spend most of your time trying to let gadgets and other electronics to fill up the void left by another person. He used to be there for you and care for you. That bloody fool used to clean, open windows for you, heal you when you felt pain inside and outside.

He was like your god and you once wished he had all powers and was eternal but another woman came or he invited her because he just wanted someone to dine with because as a busy, responsible woman, you were out there in the world following God’s other orders because you know and live with the fact for most of you time; you’re living in sin and there’s no man to take you out of it.

All men you come across are either kids who are wet behind the ears and spend most of their time chasing skirts — instead of asking you how should he please you in whichever way imaginable. He leaves you because you aren’t showing the guts of women he sees in movies and sitcoms. You being quiet my dear, has invited trouble and other women love him more than you.

Sometimes you crack your expensive items in anger as you wonder how come he no longer show you love like he used to. And as they say; the answer is in the pudding. You and I know what that means. We know because we’ve been through a lot in this life and things we’ve gone through are identical. It’s just that you and I are of the same sex and like our other friends we don’t want to take a short-cut to victory. I what I did but now regret because whatever people does in this life there are repercussions.

We may be happy in each other’s arms, be able to buy each other expensive scents and lingeries and fresh flowers but our sameness will surely set tongues wagging. Like I, you’re beautiful and smart and smart always makes people rough. I sometimes wish I could hold you close, let your body and mine whisper in tandem like we’re made for each other but I got a dream of being either on top of or under a man. I hope you get to understand that I wink at you only when I’m tipsy but when I’m sober, being a woman, a wife and a daughter to mister and miss Isaacsons is all I ever think of.

I know how capable you’re of making a mess with my life but I’ve to tell you this; sometimes dreams are just that dreams. What I’m hoping for is no longer a dream but a destiny and I wish you could create your own path and be prepared to share it with your own man. I’m getting tired of people talking about how you and I will never come right.

 They hold thoughts cynical and I hate them for thinking maybe you and I would like to play for a team which I’m scared to mention. I like you when you’re all dressed and behind the counter serving people up. I once wanted to do the same job as you but I now find me being a secretary to a company of stupid me. Men who like my ex-boyfriend doesn’t know how a woman feel and hurt her everyday with their stupid comments. I wish to lay a man down and unfortunately my dear, it isn’t you. I don’t want to be seen to be unsocial or unaccommodating but seductive.

I visit you now and again at the store hoping to hear you tell me; let’s go man hunting. All around me there are men and you’ve observed my interaction with them last time you paid me a visit. It’s like they only seem to want to talk to I when you’re around. I so wish you find an excuse in your six days a week work schedule to come visit my place—I think maybe when you’re with me, man-hunting wouldn’t be such difficult a task. Stop thinking about what I did to you when I myself never understood how to love.

I know you’re forgiving and I knew back then that you’ll recover from all the hurt I had caused you by stealing men from you over and over again. Instead of shedding tears, you should be thanking your lucky stars I took them from you before they cause you more harm. To be frank, I’m more hurt than you’re because I took what belonged to you and made me mine. Do you think I can’t hear people talk, do you think I was happy when my best friend called me a slut in front of other of her friends? No! The answer will be like that and it will never take another direction unless I start doing same things I did to you before.

[careeralley]

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[twenytwenytwo]

Sept 6 2022 (10:27am)

Slept at home last night. Had a little solo beach fire. Worked on City Of Gold yesterday a bunch (maybe too much). Productive day.

Despite me feeling a lot better lately, there are still stinky vibes here and there, aforementioned grumpiness, etc. I’ve observed that a good percentage of my bouts moodiness can be traced back to the behaviour/doings of people in my life.

When Izzy is in a mood, that influences my mood. Makes me feel tired and avoidant, makes me think about breaking up with her, and the subsequent storm that would follow such an event.

When the guys are doing other shit and just being generally busy with other stuff, I feel stuck in my solitude, rather than voluntarily enjoying it. Like, yesterday, Ethan and I were suppose to hang, he bailed. In itself, it’s insignificant, but it really bugs me and gets me thinking about life and heavy things because I now don’t have a quality distraction.

And that’s really what it boils down to. How/what people are doing in my circle dictates the frequency and quality of my distractions. When Izzy’s feeling good, our relationship is simple, which gives me positive external stimulation. When the guys are free to hang, that gives me positive external stimulation (PES). This PES then gives me a fuel of sorts when I’m on my own, in between activities, etc, and I can easier enjoy the idle moments of life.

This is not a very good state to exist in. It’s workable, and I go in and out of it of course but ideally my sense of wellbeing wasn’t so tied to things out of my control.

**Just because Ethan and Lawson don’t find the band to be their one thing that they need in life, doesn’t mean that I need to then inject a stinking vibe into my life. They’re at the mercy of their own complex life and personality and what they need to focus on doesn’t need to be MY band, in order for me to be happy. They both have their own pressures on them, things they feel like they gotta do, ways they feel like they gotta be, just like me. **

Now that I’m cracking open this subject, I feel like that is one of my weaknesses. I want people to do what I want. To a fault. I want them to think the way I want them to, behave the way I think makes most sense. Of course, this sounds a little crazy. It manifests as me coaxing and slowly trying to persuade those around me to perhaps find enjoyment in my way. I like control. It makes it so I can do the things I want, have fun, be happy. Maybe this is a little clunky…?

Bringing back around to my music world. I feel like I had it made and that I shouldn’t have to find new people to play with. Why would Ethan not be enthused to play good music with his friends? Because it just isn’t his thing. He thinks it is, because he’s good, but instead of playing in rock bands, he plays jazz. It’s easy, boring, and he’s good. It’s a welcome distraction from the other weird stressful shit in his life. Playing with me is may not perfectly fulfill Ethan because it’s about me being good, and him secondarily.

They both have not prioritized their own artistic life. Making that jump is hard and has been easier for me because of (1.) My position of control as guitar/vocals (2.) My gift and passion of making things, and (3.) My mother provides me a perfect foundation to be an artist and never bothered me. And thus, I have made the most progress as an artist, something they also want.

They want their own boat, their own pride, their own sense of meaning and significance. Playing in Zilch is exactly that, playing in a band. For them, it’s a pass-time, fun with friends. Those two are now inside the time period when I said to myself “time to get serious”. Enough about that. I put a star next to the most important paragraph.

My relationship with Izzy is another variable. Honestly, I do not feel good about our relationship. I love Izzy though, very much, she so incredibly important to me and is a great friend and person.

Our relationship is not what I fantasize about. It’s largely due to her obvious ailments and the subsequent influence on her life. It massively affects her confidence and makes her feel like she can’t do what she wants. She’s anxious and sad a lot of the time.

Other times, she’s having fun and in a good mood, we go for drives and sit around and eat and laugh. Watch movies and hang out. We have lots of fun together. We agree on a lot of stuff. She’s cute and has a nice butt.

The thought of breaking up with her because of what is largely not her fault is incredibly confusing and makes me feel shitty. It makes me feel trapped. Trapped in longing for something different and wanting to help at the same time. Wanting to leave for me, but stay for Izzy.

-interupted

[arcaneimagines]

A Vi x reader imagine about how you first meet the gang. This is my first time writing for Vi so there’s some kinks to be worked out. Hope you enjoy. Requests are open !

Welcome to the Lanes. Is it business or pleasure you seek ? Want to make a sketchy business deal or let yourself enjoy a sinful night with a stranger ? Well you’re in the right place.

You can hide all your secrets in the dark alleyways, without being afraid of the judgemental light from Piltover revealing it all. You can hide all your ugly scars here. Here there’s only the flickering neon lights and crackling flames.

It’s not Pilutr with its ivory towers and immaculate streets. There aren’t enforcers roaming the city or blimps hovering in the air, but it’s home. It’s the only place you have. You’re people are here. Vi, Powder, Claggor, Milo and Vander. They’re all here. Your family.

You’re the only one who wasn’t originally from the Lanes. Once upon a time you’d been the daughter of a wealthy merchant, with a home in the beautiful gardens near the Academy. Until the war had broken out between Zaun and Piltover. It turned out your father had been making some dodgy deals with the kingpin of Zaun himself, Silco. He’d been importing technology for them, stuff to help with illegal experiments. Only later did you realised he’d helped cultivate Shimmer.

Not even a day into the rebellion and he’d fled the city, leaving you all alone in an empty home with nothing. With no money and a traitorous, worthless family name you’d had to learn to survive on your own. And that’s what brought you to the streets of Zaun.

At the young age of twelve you’d stumbled upon Vi and her crew. Well stumbled might not be the right word. You’d been minding your own business, trying to keep your head down as you skulked along the backstreets of the Lanes. You’d been making your way to the market to trade your wares when you heard the first grunt.

Curious, you followed the groans and grunt. As you neared closer to the noises, you could hear the sharp cracks of bone breaking and the screams that ensued. From behind a stack of rotting wooden crates, you gazed down the street.

Four kids, three about your age and one a lot younger, were scattered along the street. Four much bigger men towered over them. One of thugs was hunched over, holding a bloodied hand against his nose which as you inspected closer was definitely broken. A tiny bit of white poked out from between his fingers, and a wave of nausea hit you as realised it was his bone protruding through the skin.

“You bitch !” He screamed, pointing a shaking finger at the tallest of the group, a girl with slicked back pink hair.

She didn’t back down as the man advanced on her and instead only hardened her gaze, brining her bloodied fists up to her face and stepping one foot back. You could see the muscles in her arms and legs stiffen, ready to attack.

You couldn’t believe what you saw next. As the man charged, right fist hooking round to catch her side, she jumped. For a moment you watched her hover mid air and then, with the force and grace of a hurricane, she shot her left leg forwards. It connected with the thugs face, and sent him careening backwards. With a hard thump he collided against the ground.

The other three thugs stared bewildered at each other.

“Who’s next ?” The pinkette spoke, cracking her knuckles. She spat a wad of blood onto the floor and that’s when you noticed the bruising lining her face. She’s taken a beating for sure.

The moment of surprise had passed for the thugs and they leered towards the group of kids, clearly aggravated now. Playtime was over. They were out to kill.

That’s when you spotted the knife. It’s long sleek silver surface reflected the neon yellow glow of the lamps above you, as it sat in the back pocket of one of the thugs.

Both the boys charged the thugs, leaving the little blue haired girl behind. As the boys collided with their targets you watched the pinkette sprint towards the knife wielding thug. She was unaware of the weapon he was hiding

“Shit, shit shit.” You thought.

In that moment you made a split second decision, one that would shape the rest of your life. You threw your rucksack and cloak to the ground before rushing out from behind the crates.

As the thug drew the knife from his pocket, you watched the pinkette’s face fall as she realised her mistake. Caught off guard she froze, eyes wide with shock. He swung it up, ready to bring it down into her neck.

“Over here !” You screamed. The thug only had a moment to make a confused noise as you collided into his side.

The pair of you went careering to the floor and with a bit of luck you landed on top of him. His knife was scattered to the side, forgotten about.

“Who the fuck are y-“ he began to speak but couldn’t get the rest of his question out before you brought your fists down.

Your knuckles made impact with his cheek, the skin brushing under your hands as you hit him again and again and again. Blood sprayed from his mouth, coating your hands and splattering into your face. He tried to reach up, to push you off of him, but all he managed to do was scratch at your sides. You hissed at the sharp pain of his finger nails slicing against your skin. Agitation and pain furled your attack and with one last knock to the skull he fell unconscious.

As you sat atop of the knocked out man, laboured breaths leaving your lips, you hadn’t realised the others had stopped some time ago to watch you. Claggor and Mylo had taken the other thugs out easily and were stood, mouths agape, at the sight of the strange girl beating the shit out of the other thug.

Powder had ran to her sisters side, the older girl pulling her sister behind her as she eyed the stranger wearily. It didn’t matter that you’d saved her, she didn’t trust anyone easily, especially not people who could fight like that.

She’d done a good job of beating the shit out of that guy, an even better job of spotting the knife she’d failed to see. If she hadn’t intervened she’d probably have a deep stab wound right now.

Vi knew she should be grateful but all she felt was threatened in that second. Who was this stranger ?

“Who the fuck are you ?” Vi spat at the girl, who finally got off of the thug and whipped round to stare at them.

You eyed the group properly for the first time. For a bucnh of kids they were definitely misfits. The pinkette was without a doubt the leader of the quartet. She stood ahead of the others, still hiding the blue haired girl behind her, who occasionally peeped around her side to look at you. Her big blue eyes were quizzical rather than fearful and you noticed the odd looking monkey toy in her hands.

The two boys were polar opposites. One was tall and lanky, with a head of untamed wild brown hair that stood up as if he’d been electrocuted. Whereas the other was larger, and had round featured and a pair of goggles adorned his head.

“I said,” the pink haired girl took a step towards you, “who the fuck are you ?”

Her tone was as abrasive as the glare she was giving you and you curled a lip up at her. After the way you’d just endangered you life for her you thought she’d be grateful.

“I’m the person that just saved you. So maybe you could sound just a tad grateful.” You spat back at her, hands on your hips.

The girl’s glare hardened and she took another step towards you. “We were doing just fine on our own.”

You let out a bark of laughter at that, which aggravated Vi and her lips curled up into a snarl.

“Sure you were. You know what just forget it. Screw you guys.” You grumbled, turning away from the group and heading back to get your discarded cloak and bag.

That was until a small hand pulled on your shoulder.

“Powder…” Vi hissed at her younger sister who’d snuck out from behind her and appeared by your side. Ignoring her sister’s warning, the little girl stared up at you, hand still on your shoulder.

You gazed down at her earnest face, noting the look of fear in her eyes. Even though she was scared she’d still approached you, touched you even. That was brave.

“T-thank you, for saving my sister and us.” She squeaked, her voice girly and high pitched.

For the first time that day you smiled, a genuine warm smile. With a gentle hand, you patted the little girl’s blue-haired head.

“Powder is it ?” You asked and the little girl nodded quickly. “Well Powder you’re welcome.”

With one final pat to her head you walked off, away from the group and collected your things. Swinging your cloak around your shoulders you got ready to leave only to stop when this time you felt a larger stronger hand on your shoulder.

The pinkette pulled you to face her, with a bashful expression on her face.

“Look I’m sorry for back there,” she doesn’t meet your eyes as she speaks, instead opting to stare at the blood stained ground, “thanks for helping us.”

You look her up and down, eyes finally catching hers. For a second you stare at one another and for some reason, some part of you was saying to stick around.

“It’s nothing,” You hold out a hand to her, “I’m (Y/n).”

Vi eyes your hand, faze flickering between your eyes and your outstretched arm. After a moments hesitation she grasps it and shakes your hand.

“Vi.”

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