#bro i will say it again I HOPE WHOEVER STYLED THEM IN THIS GOT A FUCKING RAISE BRO

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Week 48/78 of Seungwoo looks I am in Love with

[mari-the-bimbo]

CONGRATS FOR 4K BABY!!! You deserve even more <33

I was wondering how would dorm mate gojo react, when the reader comes home badly injured.

feel free to ignore it <33

Thank you :D

Dorm mate Gojo: you return badly injured

A/N: Thank you so much bby!! Feels like a while since I did dorm mate Gojo so this felt very refreshing!! Enjoy! <3

Warning: mentions of beating? Implied violence

It was safe to say you had traumatised your white haired lover when you came back to the dorm injured that evening.

Gojo was so used to keeping you happy, healthy and pretty, that seeing even a bruise on your face enraged him.

“W-why are you injured pea brain?” He said, his large hands holding your face as he stared at you with extreme concern. His forehead pressed against yours, urging you for an answer, until Geto managed to pull him away.

“Give y/n some space bro, you’ll overwhelm her, let’s just allow her to get changed and we can tend her wounds and get answers after yeah?” Geto reasons with Gojo, who slowly nods with a pout.

You sigh in relief, quietly thanking Geto for giving you some space.

You wobble along to your bedroom, sighing as you got changed, occasionally hissing when it hit certain wounds. You looked in the mirror and saw the hideous bruise littered across your face and arms. ‘How am I gonna explain this one to them’

But you jumped out of your thoughts when you suddenly saw Gojo leaning against the door frame of your room.

‘Ah! Gojo you scared me!”

“Boo” he teases with a smile, but his smile doesn’t seem to meet his eyes.

“C’mon scaredy cat” he sighs as he saunters into your room, and picks you up bridal style. He carries you to the main dorm living area, plopping you down onto the sofa, before standing back up.

He stared down at you from from his tall 6’0 height, hands stuffed in his pocket, you wish you could take his shades off, because right now he remained expressionless under the glasses.

“Bubs?” He finally speaks after a moment of staring at eachother.

“Yeah Gojo?”

“Who did this to you?”

You turn your head away in embarrassment. How were you supposed to tell him that you got injured in a fight you started?

“Y/n got injured in a fight she started” said Geto from the doorway.

“GETO!” You scold.

“I WILL HOLD YOU ACCOUNTABLE WHEN YOU ARE AT FAULT YOUNG LADY!!” Geto scolds you back with a wagging g finger, making you pout.

Gojo gasps at Geto’s accusations. “GETO! How dare you blame my lady!!” Gojo immediately defends you, making you stifle a laugh and Geto tries his best not to laugh at his lovesick friend too.

“Because ‘your lady’ started th-“ but Geto was cut off once again.

“I’m sure whoever y/n decided to fight provoked her and deserves death! Oh maybe I could infin-“ but Gojo was cut off by you once you let out a hiss in pain.

Both of the men looked down at you in concern, before Geto rushed to the kitchen to make you some food, and Gojo sat down next to your lying dorm on the sofa.

A sad smile on his face as he placed on ice pack to your eye and placed a soft kiss to your bruised cheeks.

‘I’ll kiss all your boo boos” he stated making you slightly giggle at his stupidity.

“Thank you nurse” you teased as he littered kisses all across you face and body. Making silly ‘MUAH’ noises as he did to make you smile.

———-

That night you were tucked into bed by the white haired man, who later decided to join you in your small bed, giggle with you as he did, stroking you back which easily lulled you to sleep.

But when you woke up in the middle of the night once you felt Gojo’s side of the bed empty, you decided to check his room, hoping to ask him to join you in bed again

But he was no where to be found

Neither was Geto.

And your only guess was that the crazy dorm mate duo was avenging you in ways you would rather not know.

[denkamis]

bnha characters as cheesy valentine’s day tropes.

masterlist. | valentine’s day event masterlist.

warnings: none! some swearing, but a lot of fluff for the best boys

characters: shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, tamaki amajiki

notes: dedicated to @nekomanagers / @meilbox ,, for being the most supportive human being in my life and undoubtedly the reason i have been posting so much of my work here on this blog. thank you for dealing with all of my shenanigans on and offline, and for picking me up when i felt like i couldn’t. <33 i love you.

shouto todoroki

flowers & chocolate as gifts

he’s one for the classics

he buys you the most gorgeous flowers, ones that are most definitely your favourites mixed in with an arrangement of others that all have particular meanings to them

he also got you expensive truffle chocolates, and also some cheaper ones that you really like to snack on

he’s so thoughtful, it makes your heart melt

literally so sincere as he gives it to you too, has a whole ass speech prepared

shouto came home after work a bit later than you had expected him to. perhaps he got caught up with some hero work, a report that needed to absolutely be filed today or a villain that just wouldn’t let up. either way, when you heard the front door to your shared apartment open, you came running over to greet him. as you turned the corner to see the front door, there stood shouto with the most breathtaking bouquet of flowers you had ever seen in your life. it was a myriad of colours and petals of all kinds standing out against the white of his suit. since when did he have time to change after work to surprise you like this? his usual aloof expression was replaced by a soft smile, one that was reserved for you and only you, “happy valentine’s day, my love.”

he strolled over to you, initiating a kiss that was slow and passionate. it made your heart melt right on the spot, your face erupting in nothing but pure warmth. “shouto, these are beautiful,” you told him as you took a moment to admire the different flowers that went into assembling the collection in his hands. “these ones mean gratitude, and this one here means love. truth is the white coloured one,” he pointed out, guiding you through the meaning of each individual one that made up your special gift.

he snuck a glance at you, your face radiant with how much you were smiling at his thoughtful present. “i also bought you a few of your favourites,” shouto gestured to the vanity you two kept by the door. you turned to see a very expensive box of truffles and a few hershey's kisses paired with more of your favourite corner store chocolates.

“it wasn’t too much, was it?” shouto asked quietly, watching as your jaw dropped at the sight of the truffles. didn’t you hear a rumour once about how those ones literally had gold integrated into their wrappers?  “no no, it’s wonderful. this is.. you’re so sweet,” you giggled, tapping his chest as a signal for him to lean down so you could kiss him again. no matter how many times shouto gifted you flowers and chocolate on valentine’s day, you got the same butterflies as you did when he first gave you these heartfelt gifts back in high school.

denki kaminari

fancy dinner date at an expensive restaurant

the entire bakusquad was EGGING HIM ON for something good on valentine’s day okay

he’s been talking big game about some kind of secret plan he had in store for the both of you

he bought you an outfit that not only suited your style, but was elegant and absolutely stunning as it complimented your figure

he pulled out all the stops for you

he wanted to be classy, so he reserved a table for two at one of those rooftop restaurants so you two could dine and enjoy each other’s company

“like grown ups” as denki says

you were sat at a candlelit dinner for two near the edge of one of the most highly rated restaurants in your area. denki had really gone all out, wanting to treat you like the resilient and beautiful partner you were to him with a night that would be unforgettable.

and unforgettable it was.

you two were arguably the loudest ones at the restaurant, laughing and overall just having a good time amongst such high class individuals. denki was making faces at you across the table, making you choke back on the red wine you were having. “and then bakugou slapped that dude! it was crazy, y/n, super fucking wild,” he laughed as you nodded your head in agreement. denki sure knew how to talk, filling in conversations with anecdotes and playful conversation topics sprinkled in with compliments for you. he loved you so damn much, he felt like his electricity quirk was on all the time with you from how much you turned his brain to mush.

he couldn’t get over how gorgeous you looked tonight, with your hair done and your outfit styled to perfection. like, that was all his? and a personality to match? damn! he felt like for once, he was doing something right in his life for you. he wasn’t the dumbass everyone constantly made him out to be. he was trying to be the best for you, and if he could make you happy for the rest of his life, then nothing else mattered to him.

your waiters came back with two platters in hand, with outrageously small portion sizes that could feed maybe a small cat at best. the two of you stared at each other with blank expressions. oh no, this would not be enough to appease your appetites. each of your plates were worth twelve thousand yen, so you really couldn’t get more. on top of that, denki had prepaid everything for tonight anyways. what was worse was that the food tasted like a rat’s ass, yet the two of you dined like kings regardless. well, you pretended to at least. as you were suppressing your disgusted expressions out of kindness to both the waiters and the other guests, denki couldn’t help but stare at you. you were his person, and although the dinner wasn’t exactly all it was cracked up to be, he knew that you dealt with so much more of him than anyone else was willing to. that meant more to him than words could even express.

that, and he immediately bought you apology mcnuggets after you two left. then you two really ate like kings.

eijirou kirishima

long captions to their s/o on instagram

this mfing SAP

he has everything planned, he made like 3 drafts beforehand and even had bakugou proofread it for him

he had all the different pictures he wanted to post too

this is a little unrelated but mans definitely showed up to your house with red roses and a suit

LIKE A GENTLEMAN

your phone buzzed, indicating that  you had received a new notification from instagram. after taking your phone off the table and entering in your passcode, you tapped into the instagram app and saw what had caused the tiny ping.

eijikirishima has tagged you in a post!

the first photo was an oldie, but a goodie. it was of you and eijirou at prom together back when you both graduated from ua. he looked absolutely stunning in the darkened suit he had bought, right beside you in a matching colour scheme. though the picture was in fact a meme in itself, as he posed like that one will smith picture gesturing to you with the goofiest smile. you remembered telling him that he was absolutely banned from wearing crocs that night to the dance. it was a good thing you had saved him from that utter atrocity.

the next picture was a photo of you with the puppy you had adopted together. you had named him bean, to which eijirou had expressed was the manliest name he had ever heard for a tiny pomeranian puppy. you were pressing a kiss to bean’s nose, the angle of the photo showing off your loving nature that he had fallen for.

the last was a picture of you sleeping against him during a long train ride for a mission. it wasn’t the most flattering picture eijirou had of you, but it was certainly one of his favourites. you looked so at peace, cuddling against his side with a tiny line of drool running down your chin. he was smiling in the picture, his eyes solely trained on you with the most wholesome look on his face. he was so utterly in love with you, and this picture couldn’t have showcased that look any more clearly.

the caption read as follows:

Hey bros! It’s Valentine’s Day, which means that it is my duty to post about the most amazing person I’ve ever had the pleasure of dating for about five years now! Y/N, we’ve been through so much together over the years, we’ve had ups and downs and everything else in between but I’ve been fortunate enough to remain standing here as the person you can confide in, much like you are that person to me. You’re my rock. I continue to find so much more to love about you every single day. I hope I get to spend the rest of my days with you, my best friend, my partner throughout everything. I love you so so much, pebble. I hope we get to stay just like this forever, and grow as we go along.

needless to say, many happy tears were shed that day.

tamaki amajiki

love letters in their shoe locker

for all the days leading up to valentine’s, tamaki put a different letter in your locker

mirio hyped him up asf to even get him to write what he was feeling towards you

and he was still nervous as hell and had mirio stand guard so that you didn’t accidentally walk in on him shoving weird notes in your locker

but unfortunately for tamaki, mirio isn’t a very good watchman

and so you caught him in the act, right on valentine’s day ironically

it was the end of a long, rather eventful day at school. you had gotten a few confessions from some other students, to which you turned down due to someone else being on your mind. for the past few days, you had begun collecting small letters in your shoe locker. the notes were short, handwritten with small doodles and even a recipe or two for you to try. it seemed like this person was reaching out to you to express their true feelings, their intimate and romantic feelings, towards you. and you couldn’t help but feel the same towards them, whoever they were. this admirer unveiled small details about themselves to you, yet hadn’t revealed enough for you to piece together a name. so here you were, sprinting down the hallway as soon as the bell went to try and catch a glimpse of this mystery individual who had been leaving you such sweet writings for you to cherish.

you rounded the final corner and there you saw him. before that happened however, you first you ran into your classmate and good friend mirio, who let out a tiny “oof” at the sudden contact. you apologized to him in a rush, explaining in a rushed tone that you needed to go meet someone. he nodded and waved to you before realizing that he had one job and tamaki was definitely going to kill him later.

only slightly out of breath, you saw a mess of indigo hair and shaky hands sliding your latest note into your shoe locker. as he turned to leave, his face drained of colour at the sight of you. he slouched further, retreating into himself. he looked around nervously for an excuse as to what the hell he was doing shoving letters into your locker. though, you beat him to speaking first.

“it’s you.”

tamaki’s throat felt scratchy and swollen, his entire form shaking as you slowly, calmly made your way towards him. “i- i can explain, y/n,” tamaki barely murmured, his nerves beginning to get the best of him yet again. “your words, they were so intimate. you were so well spoken on paper, i just had to meet you in person,” you confessed to him with a patient smile on your face. you stood a relatively safe distance away, not wanting to overwhelm him by your presence. you had just caught him in such a compromising act, after all.

“i read all your letters,” you went on, “every night before bed, i read them, tamaki. i even tried out the udon recipe you gave me and it was the best udon i had ever had. everything you said in your letters, the confessions and the other, more personal stuff… is that all true?”

tamaki, though he felt frozen beneath your warm gaze, had the courage to nod his head. “i didn’t know how else to tell you,” he admitted, hands now covering his face in shame. suddenly, gentle fingers grasped at his shaky ones as you uncovered his face to the light that was you. “i like you too,” you said finally. it felt like a chord had snapped inside of tamaki’s mind and all his feelings came crashing down in a deep crescendo of emotions all for you. it was all that he had ever wanted from you: a response.

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[lovelylogans]

the warmest hello (to the coldest goodbye)

once a spy, always a spy forever, forever the warmest hello to the coldest goodbye remember, remember -spies are forever, the tin can bros

warnings: undercover spy work, mention of weapons, drugging someone into unconsciousness/giving someone a roofie, essentially the start of an enemies to lovers fanfiction

pairings: virgil/logan, offscreen roman/patton

words: 4,465

notes: this is for day 7 of @analogicalweek! the prompt of the day is “free day” and i have decided to write a combination soulmates and rival spies au! please enjoy!

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Not that Virgil would admit it, but, like literally every other marked person, he's tried to imagine how he might meet his soulmate. He just didn't ever spare any thought on what he'd do if it happened on the job.

His official cover to his friends (which was mostly his cousin Roman and Roman’s husband Patton) was that he was an analyst—he was always vague about what exactly it was he analyzed, but since neither of them were particularly mathematically inclined, and both were maybe a bit too trusting for their own good, they took him at his word.

Even when he was sent off on various unusual "business trips.”

It’s not like Virgil’s mark is very specific about when and where it’ll happen. Virgil knows that variations of "sorry about that” make for a large percentage of common soulmarks. 

There’s protocols in place, of course, but Virgil had never really paid attention to those classes while training to be a spy. The Lewis clause is the kind of thing Virgil didn’t pay as much attention to, because it didn’t seem as useful as understanding the technology or how to make a cover. The Lewis clause is what to do when someone meets a soulmate on the job—there are specifications for if the soulmate is a target, a team member, or an enemy.

Virgil hadn’t really cared at the time. He’d kick himself for that later.

Any number of meetings occurred accidentally—knocking something over, bumping into someone, or, like his cousin Roman's soulmate did, take Roman's coffee thinking it was his own hot chocolate. They got married two winters ago, just so they could serve hot beverages in cold weather.

He thinks the iteration stamped in black along his left inner arm, "I'm very sorry about this," with the addition of "oh no, it's you” tacked on at the end of his makes it likely that whatever he says will, A, likely be first, B, be somewhat unique, or unique enough to be immediately recognizable, and C, be in the aftermath of some kind of accident.

He ends up being partially right. What he says is first and it is somewhat unique. What his soulmate apologizes for is no accident, though.

Virgil does undercover work, sure, but it's very rare for him to enter the James Bond style locale he's at today, and that he’s been working for the past couple months; the marble ballroom he's circling is dripping with gold chandeliers and matching heavy, velvet curtains that accent the floor-to-ceiling windows. There’s a string quartet in the corner, barely audible over the chatter of rich socialites. Virgil, deeply uncomfortable in his white-tie attire, is circling the room in an attempt at looking like he attends charity balls all the time.

He sucks at it.

As if on cue, his earpiece crackles to life.

"How the fuck did you ever qualify to be a spy?" Janus, his tech man and eye in the sky, snickers into his ear. "Your acting skills are horrendous. If you auditioned for The Room right now, they wouldn't let you into the cast.”

"Fuck off,” Virgil fake-coughs into his shoulder.

"Christ, at least try to look like you're mingling, not like you've stalked the target here."

Unable to stop himself, he glances toward the target he's meant to be watching.

The target, who is so staggeringly wealthy it could make Virgil, who is trying to pay off his student debt on a spy's salary (not as high as one might think) burst into tears. Or, much more likely, start ranting about the myriad flaws of capitalism. If so inclined, he could honestly probably steal the amount of money necessary from one of her offshore accounts, and it would be as unnoticeable as someone taking a penny from him.

Mary Lee Truman is standing amidst a flock of suited men, like a dove amidst a flock of dour crows; her dress is slinky silk, a shade of champagne that glimmers rose-gold in the right shade of light. She’s standing leaned to one side, her hip popped out and an arm crossed over her stomach, a crystal-cut champagne flute dangling in her fingers as if she was born to hold one.

Her husband, Lee Truman (fuck if that wasn’t confusing, it was really easier to think of them by their codenames) is off by the bar, seemingly getting himself another drink. 

His eyes stray to Mary Lee again; he can tell a couple of the suits are hired muscle, bodyguards, which makes sense, as the Trumans are allegedly a massive crime family, doing their dirty dealings in plain sight. A couple of the suits he recognizes from dossiers; one is a business partner of Lee’s father, who might not even know what the Truman family really gets up to; one absolutely knows what the Truman family gets up to, as Virgil’s read his rap sheet and knows he’s been in and out of jail due to his assignments from the mob.

There’s one suit there that really doesn’t seem to fit the mold of either category.

For one thing, he’s around Virgil’s age; for another, he isn’t rippling with muscle. Not that he doesn’t look fit; his well-tailored suit shows off his broad shoulders, his biceps, his lean waist. He’s dark-haired, and pale, and blue-eyed, and he’s standing next to Mary Lee with a look that Virgil would think of as dour, but now that he’s looking closely, the blue-eyed man looks almost... calculating.

This man wasn’t in the dossier.

Almost everyone at this ball was in the dossier.

Virgil looks away from Mary Lee and the handsome man, and instead decides to start taking up Janus’ advice; he slowly moves through the room.

Well. He's doing it to get closer to Mary Lee, but sure, he can attempt to mingle.

He traverses through the room, his fancy shoes clicking on the marble floor, mindful to not step on any dress hems—he has it easy, as his directive was simply to wear his white tie with his hidden weapons, his ear piece, and his lapel pin that records everything he's seeing. The women in the room provide the only splashes of color outside of the black suits and white shirts of the men, the gleaming marble, the gold- accented glasses and dishware. Even what little art he's seen follows that color theme -- white marble busts, abstract black and white paintings in their gilded frames, a gold statue outside the front steps, as if to greet the partygoers.

But the women of the party aren't beholden to this strict color scheme. Gowns of pink chiffon, red lace, blue taffeta, deep violet velvet, Virgil passes them all, keeping one eye out for rose gold silk.

He ends up instituting himself in a ring of people listening intently to an art history professor talking about the architectural significance of his building—he introduces himself with his cover name, James Walker, to the man next to him, who Virgil already knows is a Truman cousin. He gives a fake first name too—he says his name is Alex, when Virgil knows it’s really Bruce. Okay. Something to take note of.

He listens to the art history professor talk about art deco with just one ear, the other straining to eavesdrop on Mary Lee and her suits.

“Do you think our beneficiary approaches?” Mary Lee murmurs to the blue-eyed one, the one that wasn’t in the dossier.

“Oh, I know he does,” the blue-eyed man says to her. He has a pleasant British accent, the kind of voice that would be right at home on a nature documentary calmly narrating the eating habits of wolverines, or something like that. “According to all my research, our previous beneficiary is no longer within our purview. A new one will have been instilled in hasty time. As a matter of fact, I believe I would be able to point him out to you right now.”

Mary Lee sighs, a little, and the man continues talking about their charity. Virgil’s mind races. He knows the Truman’s “charity work” almost always acts as a sieve to run dirty money through, so what would it mean, that they got a new beneficiary? A new target, maybe? A new directive?

Either way, this is almost definitely some kind of code they’re talking in. He tunes a bit more into the art history professor’s impromptu lecture—he’s taking a brief tangent into talking about Tamara de Lempicka—as he ruminates on that particular conversation between the blue-eyed Brit and Mary Lee.

Then he ends up in conversation with an elderly woman beside him, who wants to know who he is—James Walker, I run a business a state or two over, I’m interested in diversifying my assets—and if he’s been to any art museums in town. Both he and the man he is meant to be have not, but it turns out she’s a curator and has numerous suggestions for him.

He also knows this woman, Ida Kelly, has been paying into the Truman business for quite some time, and has potentially ordered hits using the Truman’s muscle.

“Madam,” a suited waiter shows up at her side, as if on cue, and hands her a small glass full of what looks like a gin-and-tonic.

“Oh, yes, thank you,” she says, taking her drink immediately.

The waiter turns to him. There is a singular champagne flute on the tray. “Sir.”

“I didn’t order anything,” Virgil says stupidly, before he realizes that almost everyone here is taking champagne flutes off of trays, and he supposes this waiter just wants to clear his before he has to double back and get more. “Oh, all right.”

He takes it. It’s a delicate, crystal-cut glass. He’s almost a little afraid that if he holds it wrong, it’ll break.

“Really, we’re doing an Impressionism exhibit, and it is positively divine,” she says.

Very suddenly, there’s a hand on his shoulder, emanating warmth through his suit and Virgil jumps, a little—he hopes whoever it is didn’t feel one his knives. Or, God forbid, his gun.

He turns to see no one, when a hand touches his opposite arm, and he turns again. It turns out to be the blue-eyed Brit, who is staring only at Ida, brushing past him, allowing his hand to trail down Virgil’s arm, touching his hand as if to say, please stay there, I do not want to bump into you.

At such a close range, Virgil can smell his absolutely incredible cologne, see his defined jawline, the way his blue eyes gleam.

Ida brightens. “Darling!”

“Ida,” the Brit says warmly. “I visited that display myself, it was simply wonderful.”

“Oh, you’re too kind,” she says, clearly drinking up the praise. Virgil looks between them, feeling even more awkward than he has all night.

“Wait a goddamned minute,” Janus murmurs in his ear, after such a long stretch of silence that it makes Virgil jump again. There’s the sound of rapid typing.

“A victory!” The man says, lifting his glass—it looks to be full of whiskey. “A toast, to your latest triumph.”

“Oh, now,” she says, but when the other surrounding suits start lifting their glasses, Virgil lifts his, as well.

“To Ida Kelly,” the Brit says. “One of the finest artistic minds to walk the earth at our time!”

Virgil takes a sip of his champagne at the same time as everyone else; another woman in a deep green gown with a shawl edged in feathers takes Ida’s arm, rhapsodizing about the Impressionism movement and the latest event that her art gallery had put on.

It takes about a minute for Virgil to notice his vision going blurry in the corners.

It takes him about ten seconds of blinking hard and rubbing his eyes, hoping to clear it, to stumble over his own two feet.

It takes five seconds for Janus’ voice to buzz to life in his earpiece, urgent, “Virgil, get out of there, get away from that man, that’s Lo—”

It takes him about two seconds after that to notice that the blue-eyed Brit is looking at him with an expression clearly lacking remorse.

It takes him about half a second to realize the finger tapping one shoulder, his hand at his hand—the same hand that had been holding his champagne flute. He hadn’t been looking at his drink. The Brit had made him turn away from his drink.

The Brit put something in his drink.

Virgil’s been made.

“Good God, man,” another suited man says, when Virgil stumbles over his own two feet, “had enough of the bubbly, have you?”

Virgil ignores him; even as his vision is growing blurrier and blurrier, his eyes are intent on the Brit, staggering towards him, and he doesn’t even really know why. He’s been made, he should be running, but—

"Did you just fucking poison me, you fucking asshole?" Virgil slurs, and his sudden lack of physical control resoundingly answers the question before the Brit can; the arms that catch him before he can full flat on his face are muscular and warm. He’s distantly aware of the crystal-cut grass slipping from his hand and shattering on the marble.

The warm, muscular arms are more pressing than that. And, for a dirty rotten criminal who has probably killed people, the man is quite handsome. His bespectacled face swims in Virgil's vision.

"'I'm very sorry about this," he says smoothly, before his eyes widen in alarm. "Oh no.”

As Virgil is on the verge of unconsciousness, he hears, "It's you."

His last three thoughts before he slips under: did he just fucking say what he thought he said, then, good God his eyes are so blue, then, fuck, I should have paid way more attention to the Lewis clause.

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Virgil is aware of three things as he wakes up: one, he feels like he has a dreadful hangover. Two, he’s pretty sure he’s in a plane or train or car or something moving, which makes him feel motion sick.

Three, he’s been stripped of his earpiece and his weapons.

He blinks his eyes open slowly, squinting; it’s night time, but even the low light is making Virgil’s eyes hurt.

This is a limousine, he can tell that much off the bat; the partition is closed, the glass tinted as dark as it legally can be, the interior leather light-colored, the bar fully stocked with different sodas and crystal-cut decanters full of various liquors, which makes him wince in memory of the champagne.

He feels like shit, but when he looks over and sees the blue-eyed Brit—his soulmate—his soulmate who had fucking drugged him and was working with the mob—it makes him feel even shittier.

“Ah,” his soulmate says. He’s sitting with one ankle resting on his knee, a squat glass of whiskey in hand. He has glasses on now that he hadn’t had on before. Also, his accent is no longer British; he’s got a nice Italian lilt to his voice, now. “Good. You’re awake.”

Virgil stares at him. He doesn’t say a word.

“I’ll admit this,” he gestures between them, “rather put a cinch in my plan on how to deal with you.”

“Would you have killed me?” Virgil asks. His voice comes out a croak. “If we weren’t...”

He trails off.

The man’s eyebrow arches, before he shrugs, and rolls up his sleeve. His soulmark is in the same place as Virgil’s—stamped across his left inner arm, in the spiky handwriting Virgil only uses in his personal notes, not the more uniform one he writes reports with.

Did you just fucking poison me, you fucking asshole?!

Undeniably a matching soulmark to his.

“My parents were quite bemused by it, when it showed up,” the Brit—or American?—the blue-eyed—his soulmate says. “I suppose we have our answers now.”

“Do we?” he says. 

The man takes a sip of whiskey. Then, he says, “Your predecessor was FBI. Are you the same?”

Virgil tenses. The man rolls his eyes again.

“Please,” he murmurs. “For an organization meant to be secretive, your lot are quite obvious when you trade moles in and out. One comes in, goes out, and coincidentally someone new is knocking on the door within the week. It’s absurdly simple to pinpoint who’s reporting back to your government. So. FBI, CIA, military...?”

“Who gives a fuck,” Virgil says.

“One should know what one’s soulmate does for a living, shouldn’t they?” he says. “This is a very unique situation. I’m simply trying to find out—”

“What do you do for a living, then?” Virgil snarls. His head is pounding, his mouth is dry and it tastes dreadful, his soulmate is an asshole working for the other side, and he’s being carted off to God knows where. This day is one of the worst of his life. Why couldn’t he have had a nice little café meet-cute, like Roman had had?

The man smiles at him, not particularly kindly. “I diversify.”

Virgil pulls a face, because he knows that’s poking fun at his cover.

“What,” Virgil says, “poison people on Monday, go to Ida Kelly’s resort on Tuesday, with a fun little Friday jaunt of killing people who cross the Trumans?”

“I’ve never actually been to the museum Ida Kelly curates,” the man admits. “It was an easy way to insert myself near you, to put it in your drink. And for goodness’ sake, it wasn’t poison.”

“Roofie. Drug. Whatever.”

The man’s eyebrows pull together, in a rather petulant expression. “I designed that myself, you know.”

“Well, it’s shit,” Virgil snaps. “I feel like I have the worst hangover of my goddamn life.”

“Yes, that was part of the design,” the man says, and offers him a glass of water.

Virgil stares at him. “Seriously.”

“No trust between soulmates?” He says.

“Yeah, well. Fool me once.”

The man shrugs, putting down the glass of water into a cupholder, before digging out a sealed water bottle. Virgil takes it and places it into a cupholder near him. No fucking way he’s accepting any food or drink from this man.

His lips quirk up into a smile.

“Where are you taking me?” Virgil says, ignoring the way that smile makes his heart pound.

“That rather depends,” he admits. 

“On?”

“Well.” He says. He uncrosses his legs, planting both feet on the floor. “I’m assuming that now the man in your little earpiece—he was rather rude—is aware that you have been, what is it you say? Made?”

Virgil nods.

“Well. Now that he, and therefore your employer, knows that you are made, you won’t be poking your nose into Truman business anymore, will you?”

Virgil grits his teeth. “Not undercover.”

The man ignores that. “And I know that no matter which you work for, the Lewis clause has been adopted across every arm of that government, and as such you’ll be prohibited from any mission that might bring you into contact with me.”

God damn it. How does he know the spy lessons better than Virgil does?

And then it occurs to him: Janus knew that man. He warned Virgil to get away from him, to get away from Lo—

He rolls this information around in his head. The Lewis clause isn’t exactly a widely advertised part of being a spy; there was a whole trilogy of novels that got adapted into secret agent movies, years ago, that concerned opposing agent spies coming to face each other again and again, and the secondary soulmate agents teamed up together. Which the Lewis clause would prevent, but the public who went and read those novels or saw those movies wouldn’t know that. 

So either this man—Lo? Lo what?—either knows a lot about spies, because he’s one of those know your enemy types, or...

Or he sat down and learned about the Lewis clause the same way that Virgil did, except he actually sat down and listened. Maybe he defected, maybe he’s dirty? Or maybe Virgil’s just overthinking it.

Look. Virgil’s got a lot of questions here. Chief among which:

“Where are you taking me?”

“Away,” the man says vaguely, looking at him. “Are you gay?”

Virgil gapes at him.

“I’d be perfectly fine with a platonic soulmate, but for the sake of disclosure, I am gay.”

“For the sake of disclosure,” Virgil repeats disbelievingly, and pinches the bridge of her nose, rubbing it. God, his head hurts terribly. 

“Bisexual, or pansexual, perhaps?” He prompts. “Asexual? Or... you could be straight, I suppose.”

“Ugh,” Virgil says reflexively, then shakes himself. “I’m not—okay. Fine. Yeah, I’m gay too.”

“All right,” the man says, as if noting it. “What’s your name?”

Virgil snorts.

“What?”

“Okay, I don’t—” he gestures to the limousine around them. “Again, you just drugged me. I don’t know where you’re taking me. You probably would have killed me if I hadn’t said those words.”

The man makes a moue of distaste.

“Or had someone kill me, I don’t know,” Virgil amends. “Either way, you’re working with that family, who I’m assuming aren’t pleased at having a spy getting caught trying to work himself into your ranks, so I’d rather you not know all that much about my life, thanks.”

“It’s not like I’m asking for your,” an infinitesimal pause, as if he’s wracking his brain, trying to remember something, “social security number or anything. A name.”

Virgil stares at this man. Lo—. Lo something. Lochlan? Loyd? Or was it a codename?

“Yours first.”

The man pauses.

“You drugged me,” Virgil says.

He smiles at Virgil. “Will you hold this over my head for the rest of our lives?”

The rest of our lives. Yes, that’s meant to be the fairytale ending for soulmates, isn’t it? A nice little meeting, the swell of overdramatic violins in the background, falling into each other’s arms and forming a life together. That’s the popular answer.

More and more recently, though, people have been advocating for choice; that soulmates are not always the best person for you.

Virgil doesn’t know which camp he and this man will fall into, just now.

“Yes,” Virgil says quietly. “Yes, I think I will.” 

The man sets aside his whiskey.

“Logan.” He says at last, and his accent has changed again; it’s vague, almost indecipherable, but if Virgil had to guess he’d say Midwestern American. Virgil wonders if it’s his real one. “My name is Logan.”

Logan.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

“Since discovering you’re my soulmate? I haven’t lied to you at all. Not a word.”

“Except for the accent.”

Logan laughs.

“Habit, sorry. It’s a long story that perhaps the man screaming in your earpiece will be able to tell you one day.”

Virgil jolts with surprise. “You know—?”

He cuts himself off before he can say Janus’ name.

“Reputationally,” Logan says, and, as strange as it is, Virgil believes him. In this, at least.

His soulmate’s name is Logan.

“Virgil.”

Logan smiles, his blue eyes glittering. “It’s nice to meet you, Virgil.”

There’s the sound of a soft knock on the partition, and it lowers; Virgil can’t see the driver.

“Sir? We’re here.”

“Right,” Logan murmurs, shaking himself. He reaches into his jacket and withdraws an envelope, offering it for Virgil.

Virgil hesitates.

Logan rolls his eyes. “It’s not like I’ve laced it with anything. I’m holding it with my bare hands.”

Virgil huffs, but he takes it, opening it and pulling out a thin piece of paper.

It’s a commercial flight ticket to Washington, D.C.

“Why D.C.?” Virgil says quietly.

“Most of those organizations are based there,” Logan says. “Is it too far a jump to assume that you are, as well?”

It is actually too far a jump; it’s not even remotely close, he lives in an entirely different part of the states. But. To be fully honest, he doesn’t want Logan to know the state he lives in, and therefore the state that Patton and Roman live in, until Virgil knows if he can be trusted or not.

Logan opens the limousine door from inside, revealing they’ve pulled up to the local airport.

“What, no private plane?”

“I assumed you wouldn’t trust that,” Logan says with a shrug. “The Trumans may be powerful, but you know as well as I that manipulating a flight of this nature is well outside their purview.”

Logan’s right, he absolutely wouldn’t have trusted that, but. This limo’s pretty swanky. For the time he wouldn’t have been obsessively running over every crack and seam in a private jet and interrogating the pilot, he probably would have had a pretty swell time.

Virgil swallows, looking up at Logan. “There are programs, you know? If you wanted to be a witness. Be in service to—”

Logan smiles at him in a way that’s almost pitying. “I left that life behind a long time ago.”

Virgil looks to the airport, then back at Logan.

“Will I see you again?”

Logan shrugs again, almost delicately. “Who’s to say?”

Virgil nods, once, and he says firmly, “I’ll see you later.”

Logan grins at him. “Not if I see you first.”

Virgil slips out of the limo, slams the door shut, and, with what feels like Herculean effort, manages to get into the airport without looking back to see if he can see Logan through the tinted glass.

He does exchange the ticket for another that’s an hour and a half later, though. He’s not a total idiot.

He gets through security pretty quick, and sits in one of the incredibly uncomfortable chairs, his brain pounding with his headache, the questions swirling around in his head making it even worse. Virgil puts his head in his hands.

He just met his soulmate.

His soulmate is working for a mob family.

He just met his soulmate.

His soulmate is apparently smart enough to specifically engineer a roofie.

His soulmate, though!

Janus knows his soulmate. Janus recognized his soulmate.

His soulmate knew about the fucking Lewis clause.

Was his soulmate a spy too? Was his soulmate in deep cover? Had he betrayed his organization? Was he a good person, or had the universe seen fit to hitch Virgil to someone awful?

How had Logan gotten entangled with the Trumans in the first place? Why wasn’t he in the dossier? 

Where was Logan even from? Did he like coffee? Hot chocolate? What had he studied in school? What was his favorite food? If they were normal people, would he have asked him on a date and not drugged him and dragged him off in a limo? 

Who was Logan?

Whatever the answers to his questions are, though. Virgil knows himself enough to know that he isn’t about to let this case go. Not the Trumans. Not him.

Lewis clause be damned.

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augh i kept forgetting to post this because i kept wantgin to draw mroe for it but i really suck at emulating Animal Crossing Art Style so im just going to go on a rambling explanation about this under the cut but the basic concept is. they deserve a vacation. and whats more relaxing than animal crossing? probably several things but let me have this ok

id had a bunch of ideas for mroe drawings in this style but Clearly, i am not very good at it, and every time i sat down to Try Again it ended up shitty. this is from literally months ago by now lmao

my Basic Concept was just. take the 3 of them and dump them on an animal crossing island, cause while ive been sick ive been playing a lot of new horizons to try and stay stable, and my brain likes to mush together whatever 2-or-more things im invested in together all the time. here’s some bullet points!

-john really loves diving for sea critters and frequently pulls up those bigass lobsters and eels and shit, he’s got an unnatural knack for it. loves to startle the shit out of dave by just whipping an eel out of his pocket. no thats not an innuendo stop that-- -amy loves planting/watering the flowers but shes not like invested in getting All The Different Types (although that Would be neat) she’s just having fun building a large flower patch. it’s slowly overtaking the island. also dave likes to just kinda sit in the flower patch -speaking of dave he kind of doesnt do much, i think he’d like fishing with john and/or amy and maybe hed like digging up fossils but for the most part hes just chillin, as he deserves to be, -amy likes the DIY recipe stuff though and will frequently politely ask dave to go fetch stuff for her. this has led to most of the villagers/islanders/whateverthetermis, the animal citizens, to have their Main exposure to dave be him wandering around with an axe at 3am because amy’s out of hardwood -speaking of the animal citizens, because i just really like them as a concept, i have no solid concept of who-all would be on their island but whoever they are, john is “friends” with All of them (and by that i mean he says theyre all his friends; whether or not they find him obnoxious Varies,) and amy is genuine friends with most of them/has spoken to all of them at least, and dave rarely if ever speaks to them. hes not very social. most of the animals are a little scared of him until they Actually get to talk to him and then they realize hes just an awkward misanthropic bastard -also in case it wasnt clear id think the 3 of them would all be in one little cabin i mean you can upgrade the shit out of those so they could all feasibly have their own spaces. but also i like polyamory and id say they all 3 share a room because fight me they do itd be cute. also of course the decor of their cabin is absolutely bonkers like listen not only does animal crossing have some weird items but nearly any living space john inhabits most likely has some very strange decor in it !  -tbh actually i think john would do Most of the decor stuff cause like based on the way his house is described i think he’d go NUTS for animal crossing’s Theme Decor Shit i dont know i dont actually do a bunch of that but i sure do think he would! amy would help out esp since she likes the DIY stuff, and i think dave is just kind of ..... allowing this nonsense to happen. letting john be free. probably convincing him to not change the theme every day, maybe every week, if only because it’s a bit of a hassle to have everything Constantly Rearranged.  -hang on wait i just thought of the 3 of them wandering along the beach and picking up seashells and now im like emotional over it bro pls. lovely. -also i jsut realized if daves the guy who digs up fossils he definitely talks to blathers a lot and thats an extremely funny thing to contemplate. the dude who seems to not really liek talking to people and the chatterbox owl. fantastic. you know dave is probably too awkward to tell blathers he doesnt want to hear all thsoe archaeopteryx facts! (also tbh maybe dave would actually like learning stuff) -also. john catches bugs just to give them to blathers and watch him freak out just a little about it.  -john always ends up buying fake art from redd but it’s fine because he just puts it somewhere in or near their cabin. amy however has the uncanny good luck to somehow always find the real artworks! dave doesnt talk to redd, he doesnt really care. -this ones definitely projection because my animal crossing island is a mess (And I Like It That Way Thank U Very Much) but john definitely is the guy who will dump extra furniture at random spots on the island. too much shit in storage? don’t need that Harmonious Chair right now? holding it in ur pockets just because u dont know where else to put it? just dump it on the ground! uncannily, john fuckin Always remembers where he’s put that shit when he happens to need it again. however this does mean sometimes the animal citizens will just ... find a mysterious new chair in their front yard.  -i know that terraforming is a new thing in acnh but i havent done it yet because i dont care about the whole 3 stars rating thing like listen im jsut here to run around and fill the museum if i feel like it but mostly pick up pumpkins and hoard bells for no reason and let my island be taken over by wildflowers. if any of the 3 are into that tho its john or amy--john just for the hell of it, amy would actually like try to Make Stuff of it -their front yard (and back yard if their cabin is put somewhere to allow that) is full of unused furniture as well. and also sometimes random dropped fruits or something, if dave is already carrying a ton when he sees something to dig up. -i think im out of shit to say right now but i might reblog to add mroe so. yes. if youve read this far then holy shit youre dedicated or really bored or something but whatever your reason is i hope this was A Fun Read and if it gave you any ideas Please Tell Me my inbox is open im sick and still in quarantine and i crave human interaction from literally anyone who isnt my parents. thank u 

[jadenoryuu]

Fic Writer Review

I held off answering the tag from @cleanlenins on this because I needed the PC to even attempt keeping track of each question and I'm just bad at social interaction anyway, but here's my stats!

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Up until now (September 17th) 12, but in a few days it will be 13.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

The stats say 151'430... It's like, a lot. (But on FFnet M(S)M alone is 105'179, so I guess it's still not that much.)

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Counting crossovers and WiPs? Mmmmm... Danny Phantom, Pokémon, Ratchet & Clank, Dr. Stone, One Piece, My Hero Academia, Jak & Daxter, Scaler, Super Smash Bros, Hetalia, Legend of Zelda, Professor Layton, Miraculous, Rise of the Guardians...

14, I guess?

However, I'm probably forgetting something, my imagination is wild.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1_ Shivers

2_ Abbreviation

3_ Fly me to the Moon

4_ Odd Wish

5_ Into the Nexus_Prologue

5. Which of your fic do you want more attention for?

Definitely PMD: Mega (Shinka) Mix, it took a lot of worldbuilding (and it's still in progress), but the feedback I receive is little and it discourages me a bit.

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6. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! I love to interact with my readers, but I usually reply only after I post a new chapter of the same story or a continuation in the same Series. It's a habit I got from FFnet, where I would respond after the Author Notes at the end of the chapter.

7. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't like angst endings. Things that come out of my finger have to have either a happy or at least hopeful ending. I don't feel comfortable with myself otherwise.

8. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you’ve written?

My whole writing career started in middle school with the most wild, out-of-mind and excessive SI crossover. I had even planned 5 to 7 whole books of it, one for each a narrative arc.

You see, I was quite bullied for my interests during middle and high school, so this 4-way crossover was my only escape from reality.

Ratchet, Clank, Ash Ketchum's OC daughter, Jak Daxter and Bobby/Scaler (it came from a PS2 videogame) were my sole companions that kept up with my bullshish. I still have the plots of each book and when nostalgia hits, I go back to read them again. (I cringe at some choices now, but I was a teenager, so it's excusable. (≧∇≦))

But back to the topic, every time I'm distracted enough, a crossover idea could hit me and I would probably obsess on it to make sure every piece of each fandom fits without too much strain.

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9. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not exactly hate, but criticism on my use of "‒" for dialogues, yes. It's a habit I have from my Italian education, so obviously it was implemented in my writing style.

10. Do you write smut? if so what kind?

NNNNNNNNoooooooPPPPPPeeeeeeeeee!!!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

By others? Not in my knowledge. Technically all my fics are translations of the "Italian version" I have in my head, given that English is not my first language, sooo.... (≧∇≦)

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I'm not familiar enough with other writers on internet to even attempt a cooperation. (Besides, I would fear to disappoint whoever I collab with because of my irregular writing schedule, so yeah...)

But a couple of times I made suggestions in my reviews in other fics that were liked enough to be implemented, however I think that this doesn't count... `(*>﹏<*)′

13. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Tough question, do platonic count as well? Because right now the Dad Might-Izuku and Dadzawa-Izuku (as in a father-son healthy relationship!!) is on top 1.

(*cough*TodoDeku & GaloLio*cough*)

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

My OC-insert Rise of the Guardian fic. I already 3k+ words written, but I don't think I'm brave enough to continue it. I would have posted a snipped here, but it would be too long, boring and cringe for y'all, so I'll avoid it.

There's also my SI-insert as the SSB Ultimate Mii Gunner, but perhaps I'll be stubborn and shameless enough for that in the future. ꒰(@｀꒳´)꒱

15. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogues, I think?

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes. I desperately want to describe fluidly the movements, but I'm afraid that I'm too schematic for that.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

If you don't want the reader to know immediately the meaning (if the language is made up, but you want to show off a bit like I did in Into the Nexus_Prologue) you should transcribe it as it is.

Otherwise, a direct translation in italics without showing the original language is better. (i.e. I usually encounter this issue in Pokémon fanfics: the authors sometimes type down both the "Pika"s and the meaning behind them continuously and on the long run it's a bit annoying.)

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Pokémon. The adventures of Ash Ketchum's daughter were a blast.

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19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Hard to say. Since I started writing and fantasizing for my own amusement, they are all my precioussssss...

But if the ask is about "which one I would re-read more frequently", it would probably be Abbreviation. It's short-ish, has angsty feels and comfort in equal parts without forgetting the humor, so yeah.

20. What fic are you most proud of?

Mmmmmmh... Probably the Shivers & the Aftermath Series, along with PMD: Mega (Shinka) Mix.

They are among my oldest published fics and I worked hard on them, so, yeah, they're my babies!

So, this little introspection has been fun, @floralflowerpower unfortunately I didn't tag you last time because there hadn't been one, but thank you anyway for the mention! I don't know who to tag for this, but feel free to join the fun!

Hope I didn't bore y'all, type ya soon!

[uwuch9n]

hey !!! today i’m gonna be trying to write some fluff to calm myself down and also try out something new in the process ! hope whoever reads this enjoys it :)

characters: kenma, nb y/n (self insert or oc) and a bit of kuroo :D

warnings or possible triggers: ear biting, neck kissing, wrists/arms being touched, stressed/overworked/anxious reader, and a thunderstorm/heavy rain ! please do not continue reading if any of these things could trigger any unwanted reactions ! maybe the next time i write some fluff or sfw fanfics you’ll be able to read ‘em !

a nice welcome home.

after a long day at your new job, a manga artist, you decided to end your shift for the night and head back home. you wiped the sweat off your forehead but the stress wasn’t easy to get rid of. the office wanted the manga to be done as soon as possible and you couldn’t get the last few pages right. it was very obviously a hard week for you. luckily it was a friday so you’d get saturday off, but sunday you had to go back.

after getting yourself together you stuffed your things into your bag and walked out to get in your car.

“hey there y/n! lookin great huh, i see you’re ready to go home to lil kenken right?? how you doing?” said kuroo as he ran into you right outside the establishment. he worked near that area and decided to stop by, luckily he walked into you at the right time.

“im doing well,, i guess.. i just was overthinking a bit but i’m sure tomorrow, or even tonight, i’ll be able to refresh myself and relax..” you said almost trying to avoid contact for the time being. kuroo noticed you didn’t seem to excited about things and so he decided to give you some words of encouragement.

“i’m sure whenever you get to relax you’ll be ready for work again! and besides you got a lil pal waiting for you at home, don’t you look forward to that?? he’s pretty good at comforting,, and i should know”- he chuckled. you gave him a smile and nodded in agreement. you let out a sigh and walked off to your car right before kuroo grasped your left shoulder and pulled you in for a hug. he patted your head with his hand and reassured you. you got a little flustered,, but kept it in.

“you’re doing amazing, really. i know you work really hard, so make sure to cool off, ‘kay? you got this in the bag!” he said, you clearly being able to sense his smile through his decently raspy voice. he let you go and gave you a little push to get you back together after the short hug, and you both waved goodbye.

well that was quite an experience. you knew that kuroo wasn’t a homewrecker, especially when it came to kenma’s s/o, but he was getting much more comfortable and supportive with you. that made you happy, but after thinking about what had just happened, you refocused and started your car.

you drove through the freeway and noticed all the billboards promoting businesses that you knew you’d rather be working at. you meet a stop sign and let out a sigh while other cars drive by. when it’s time to go, you go, as one would normally do, but you noticed that some water droplets were gently hitting the windshield of your car. it started getting a bit rougher and even more water droplets starting hitting your windshield, only this time they got louder.

you could hear all the other cars driving by thanks to the water that was slightly flooding the streets. you make a swift turn into your apartment complex and slowed down as you arrived at your apartment. you park at your designated spot and turn off your car. you adjust your bag straps that had fallen off your shoulder without you realizing, and reached into the back side of your car to get your umbrella. unfortunately it wasn’t there so you’d have to get wet, and it was raining pretty heavily. you sighed and reached into your cup holder for your apartment keys and got the right key ready in your hand for when you got to the door.

you slam your car door and lock it.

“goddamit” you let out as you start feeling your clothes getting humid. your shoes were hitting the floor inundated by the rain. you started running towards your door which fortunately was on the first floor. you inserted the key into the keyhole and turned your wrist gently as you peeked into the window. you could see the flashing lights of the tv. kenma was probably playing games again.

you closed the door and brushed yourself off as you glanced at kenma who had turned to see what that noise was. he knew it was you but he still wanted to see your pretty tired face. you gently took of your shoes and put your jacket and bag on the racks on the wall next to the door. you pushed your shoes with your foot and went to put on your favorite slippers.

“hey love, how did today go..?” asked kenma in a soft gentle voice, as to not startle you while you still were trying to shake off the water that had been absorbed by your clothes. you look up at kenma with an exhausted expression. “today was very stressful,, my manager told me to hurry up,, the artwork is due literally wednesday of next week and i can’t even get the stuff i’m working on now finished and-” kenma stopped your rambling by gesturing a hug and making gentle movements to come here with his small hands. you looked at him with a surprised expression, and then quickly changed it to a pleasant smile.

by then you realized that he had paused his game and the music of the game was still playing in the background, only a little quieter then when it’s actually on. you head to his little pile of blankets and pillows, and saw your favorite stuffed animal and a few snacks already set up for you for when you came home. that made you feel a lot better than before. “hey kenken, what’s all this stuff?” you asked acting clueless, but also trying to hear what he had to say about the setup. “it’s just a few things for you to pick out from,, i even brought you your little frog plushie; i know you like it..” he said while grabbing it and handing it to you. he blushed a little as you took it from his hands, gently caressing his as you did.

you took a look at a frog plushie but before you could get a full 360° look of it you saw kenma’s slender hands covering the two small black eyes of the plush. he set the plush down on your lap and grabbed your wrists. he knew your wrists were probably tired and sore after all that nonstop sketching at work, so he started gently rubbing them with his thumbs. he looked at your hands as he did, and then looked up at you. you had a cute shocked expression which he loved to paint on your face. he giggled and then went in for a kiss on the cheek.

after his soft tender lips were lifted from your cheek, you felt a bit of rustling and then a little blow on your ear which made you squirm. he bit it gently and kissed the side of your neck, while you sat there a bit flustered. kenma was usually the type to just give you a kiss on the cheek and continue playing his game, but recently you were getting much more attention from him. you didn’t mind it though, you kinda enjoyed it rather.

“you don’t have to give me neck kisses y’know..” you said hoping that he wouldn’t listen and just continue for a good minute. he of course didn’t stop and completely brushed off what you had just said. he moved to your shoulder and started kissing it, and then he pulled away. he look at you and gave you a smile, leaning in for a kiss afterwards. you kissed back and then grabbed him by the shoulders. both of you were blushing intensely, his blush just a little more calmed down, but it was there nonetheless.

“let’s eat some snacks, shall we?” you say after pulling away from the kiss and sitting there being a hot mess. you could hear the rain only getting rougher and rougher, and at one point you heard thunder. it was gonna be a loooong night. “let’s do that then” he said smiling as he reached over to the bowl full of strawberry pocky and small chocolate chip cookies. he fed you a stick of the strawberry coated biscuit and you nommed down on it happily, while he pulled away the excess pocky stick and brushed crumbs off of your lips with his thumb. his hand grasped the side of your face and he went to kiss your cheek once again before feeding you the rest of the pocky.

kenma turned to face the tv and then slowly got up to grab another controller for you to play with, since he was already playing a game and he wanted you to play along as well. you watched his flimsy self get up and come back to the floor in front of the couch. he sat down criss cross apple sauce style and handed you the controller, all while the thunder was still alive and the rain was still pouring.

“do you want to keep playing this game or... another game i have in our room...?” asked kenma in hopes that you’d say you wanted to continue playing the game he was already playing. he didn’t want to get up when he was right next to you. “this game seems fun, i’d love to play it with you” you said happily as you took the controller he had handed you and held it correctly so that he could get the multiplayer setting on and you’d be ready when he did.

you heard silly sound effects from when he switched the setting to multiplayer, and it filled you up with motivation for some reason. the thunderstorm and heavy raining didn’t bother you anymore because you knew you’d be safe with kenma. the music of the game got louder and kenma slowly lowered it a bit as to not disturb the apartment building. “you have to jump over the brown mushrooms and then jump into the green tubes and-” “..super mario bros..? don’t worry baby i know how to play this one” you winked at him and he let out a giggle.

he layed his head on your left shoulder which made you blush, and you followed it with a wide-eyed expression. he didn’t look too into it though, he was just focused in the game, and for him it was only nature. you rested your head on top of his and continued to play. time passed and it was around 2 AM. you and kenma had played for hours, and kenma was seemingly getting pretty tired, just as you were. “hey bub do you want to maybe go to bed now?” you suddenly paused the game and asked. “bed..?” he looked confused. he directed his eyes to the couch behind you two and you followed, quickly looking back at him.

“do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?” you put the puzzle pieces together. he nodded his head. “you don’t have work tomorrow so i figured you wouldn’t mind sleeping with me on the couch....” he said quietly in hopes that you would. you grabbed his face with your warm hands and kissed his forehead. “yeah of course i do!” you said trying to be enthusiastic, although your tired face barely allowed it. you both got up and he laid on the couch. you tried getting the bowl of snacks from off the floor and bring them to the kitchen but kenma quickly pulled you into his arms.

“tomorrow.. tomorrow we can clean up...” he said exhausted as you now were covering his body with yours. you adjusted yourself as did kenma and you both got into ‘cuddle mode.’

his arms wrapped around your body and you slowly started to kiss him all over. he laid his head back onto the arm of the couch. you relaxed your stiffened body, and closed your eyes as the music from the video game slowly faded away into nothing. kenma’s arms rubbed your back and moved to your head and shoulders. he gave you a final kiss on your head before drifting off to sleep.

that’s all ! i hope you enjoyed this self insert x kenma fluff fanfic ! if this does any good i’ll consider writing more fluff in the future :))

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Never Go Home Again, Pt. XIV || JJ Maybank x Reader

Words: 2500

Series Warnings: violence / talking about abuse / toxic relationships / talking about nudes sex and sex tapes / drugs / underage drinking

Pt. Warnings: fighting / injuries / mourning

Series Summary: A new girl, a shoebox of old memories, a past she’s trying to forget coincide with a hotheaded, but selfless, boy.  teenagers getting in way over their heads

Pt. Summary: John B and Sarah escape, leaving the Pogues in the hands of the police

A/N: promise i didnt cry while i wrote this oops. tysm for all of the support and love i got from this, i appreciated every single note. tysm to all the friends o made and ppl i met by joining this fandom. ily. new fluff series tho!! and i hv another idea for a series as well :)

Chapters linked in my masterlist.

“masterlist”

JJ pushed the door, you and Kie glancing at each other in anticipation, excited to see the famous boat. He glanced back at you, similar emotions playing on his face. The boat came into view.

You felt your face drop at the anticlimax, wondering how the (no offence to JJ) unimpressive boat had caused such a stir. “Hey, girl.” JJ stroked the boat, not noticing the amused eyebrow raise he received from you. “A 1983 Formula 402 SR1.” He introduced, pulling the covers away, “The Phantom.” He looked back at you excitedly, and you nodded, humming noncommittally. “The first boat to make the run to Bermuda in under 16 hours, Y/N.” you looked at Kie, shrugged. “40 years old!” he continued, “40! And still the fastest thing Kildare’s ever seen.”

“It’s kind of a junker.” said Kie.

“Gotta say, bro,” you frowned, “As someone who’s walked through Beverly Hills, this is… pretty trashy.”

“Really, guys?” he whispered, “She’s right here. She can hear you. Let’s just put it this way, you would not be smokin’ weed right now if she never existed, okay?”

You sighed, and Kie shrugged. “I just hope it runs.”

“Oh, no, she’ll run all right. She’s faster than any of the boys in blue have got.”

You turned, confused at the sound of an engine.

“Pope! Finally.” Kie clarified.

“Yeah, what’s goin’ on with him?” you asked, and JJ rolled his eyes, a clear you don’t want to know look flashing over his face.

“Hey there. What’s going on?” 

You turned, shoulders slumping. Rafe.

“JJ? How you guys doin’?”

A whistle sounded behind you, and another guy appeared, one you didn’t recognise.

“What the fuck?” you frowned.

“Well, well…” the new man said, the three of you bunching together. You heard a gun click, and saw the man holding it to JJ’s chest.

“JJ,” you whispered, “what the fuck is going on?”

“See,” the man pressed on, “don’t think I forgot about me and you on the side of the road. I’m here, because I want my motherfuckin’ money.” He grabbed JJ’s neck, headbutting him as you and Kie jumped forwards, trying to pull them apart as Rafe pulled you both back, an arm around each of your waists.

Kie broke free, and Rafe threw you to the floor, pulling her back. You heard a slap resonate as you got to your feet, tackling whoever this other man was. He threw you away again, pointing the gun to your face. JJ was down, cradling his rib, and you gulped.

“Who the fuck are you?” you spat.

“Hey,” he laughed, “I’m Barry, your boy stole from me.”

You looked over to JJ, who swiped at Barry’s legs. Next thing you knew, Barry was holding up JJ’s face, punching repeatedly. You tried to pull him off, but he slammed you into the equipment behind. You touched your temple, feeling something sticky. You looked at your fingers, seeing the bright red of your own blood. Next thing you knew, Pope was hitting Rafe in the back with a crowbar, and the two were fighting. JJ tripped up Barry, and you kicked the gun away, kicking Barry’s face in the process. You looked around, trying to ignore the throbbing in your head as Kie tried to get Pope of Kie, and you attempted to get to your feet. You looked up, seeing your two friends stopping Pope from killing Rafe, and a choke lef your body. You doubled over, touching your temple again, blood trickling down the side of your face and onto your collarbone. 

JJ grabbed your waist, guiding you to the car, where he sat down next to you, inspecting the cut on your head. He frowned, biting his lip slightly.

“You good?” he asked, “Not concussed or anything?”

“If I am, I haven't noticed.”

--

“Dude, where is he?” Kie fretted, looking to Pope, and then down at where you were sitting in the grass.

“Give him a second, he’ll be here.” Pope assured.

“He’s comin’.” JJ said from inside the Phantom. “He’ll be fine.”

Sirens approached, and you stood up, Pope offering you an arm for support as the car stopped in front of you. Panic was coursing through the group, a sudden rush to board the boat, until you let out a laugh. “John B?”

“No way.” 

“No effing way.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Shoupe let me take it for a spin.” he joked, frowning slightly at the sight of your bloody face.

“Okay, that’s believable.” you joked, letting him hug you.

“I’ll take that, for now.” Kie laughed, pulling him in next.

“It wasn’t easy bro,” JJ piped up, “but I got the Phantom for you, and she runs like she was made yesterday. You ready to go?”

“Where’s Sarah?” he frowned.

“She’s not with you?” you asked.

“No, no. We got separated in the swamp.” he explained. “She said she was gonna meet me here.”

“We haven’t seen her.” said Pope.

“Well I’m not leaving without her.”

“John B, look at me.” JJ said, and the group’s attention turned to him, “I know you feel bad for leaving, but there’s no time, man. You’ve got plenty of gas, plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it’s a straight shot across the sound to Dismal Swamp, okay? Once you get there, lay low, alright? Hang out for a couple of weeks, then go overland, cross the border at Brownsville, you got that? Brownsville. You - hey, you got that?”

“Yeah, yeah, Brownsville.”

JJ stood, stepping across the boat, hopping off, “Alright, saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. Let’s do this. Yeah.”

“Hey, hey.” John B faced all of you, standing in a row. “I’m sorry for… basically throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing.”

“Hey, John B, yo…” JJ sighed, “We were bound to run off a cliff at some point, right? At least we did it together though.” he threw an arm over your shoulder, and you threw yours over Pope’s.

“Pogue style.” you joked, “Am I a pogue?”

“Yeah.” John B muttered, “You’re one of us.”

“Now get out of here, please.” Kie interrupted.

“Now.” Pope instructed. “We’ll see you in two months, down in Mexico.”

“Love you.” JJ called, the four of you watching as your friend moved around the boat.

He paused, turning back to you, “Tell Sarah I said goodbye, okay?”

Under your arm, you felt JJ’s shoulders tense slightly, “Don’t forget!” he called, “Cross the border at Brownsville!”

“Got it!”

You all stepped apart and pushed the boat away, watching the motor splutter to life and speed off. JJ’s hand slipped into yours, and you leaned back into him, closing your eyes for a brief second and inhaling the smell of the salt, pines and mint that he radiated. You and JJ moved away, letting Kie and Pope have a moment, and you nudged him when they kissed, holding back a small giggle.

“Hey, we can go on double dates.” you grinned, hearing sirens for the thousandth time that day, and, as if by instinctive, tensing as if to run, “We gotta go!”

You stepped forwards, but were immediately met with the bonnets of two police cars. You swore, looking at your three friends. You all raised your hands, observing the panic, and tensing as Shoupe yelled in your faces.

They drove you back to the field tents, and you found yourself sitting in the same seat as before, this time between JJ and Kiara. You interlocked your hand with JJ’s, feeling him rub the pad of his thumb over your hand, reassuring you that it would all be okay.

You swept your eyes over the Officers passing through the tent, a perturbing silence falling over the group. After five minutes, a paramedic came over, asking to look at the cut on your temple. You obliged, standing up and removing your hand from JJ’s, barely looking back as the paramedic took you to sit in the back of an ambulance. 

A second paramedic cleaned the cut and stitched, while the first one asked you questions to gage whether you had concussion. When they were done, the second one, a young woman, sat down next to you, looking as if she wanted to speak.

“What’s up?” you asked, glancing at her as she looked down, embarrassed.

“How are you?” she asked, “Like, emotionally.”

You looked at her again, this time noticing the concern in her dark eyes and the blush in her cheeks. “Holding up.”

“I know this is weird, and you don’t know me, but this kind of stuff has long lasting effects on your mental health.” You nodded dumbly. “Your friend, the blond boy?”

“JJ.” you whispered.

“Check up on him, okay?”

You nodded again, looking across the dark, rainy green and seeing his fuzzy silhouette in the tent. “Yeah,” you murmured, “I will.”

After a watery hot cocoa, you stepped back into the tent, watching relief play over each of the three pogues’ faces. You sat down  next to JJ, linking your fingers again and leaning your head onto his shoulder. He kissed your hairline, the simple gesture providing a moment of peace.

“Are you okay?” you asked, the question surprising him.

“I’m fine.” he assures you, unconvincingly. “Or, I will be.”

“Am I your girlfriend?” you whispered, causing him to look you in the eye.

“Yeah.” he nods, “If you want to be.”

You smiled, an unnatural feeling amidst the growing chaos, pulling your lip in with your teeth slightly, “I love you, boyfriend.”

“I love you too, girlfriend.”

You looked up, rain slamming down onto the tent as people shouted, running around. You hadn’t noticed the sudden growth of activity until then. You looked back at your friends. “Shit, what’s happening?” Kie murmured, and you looked around again, unable to work out any coherent information.

JJ was shaking next to you, and on your other side, Kiara was trying not to cry. You stood up, unable to stay in the suffocating row of seats. JJ leaned forward slightly, the loss of contact shocking him. Then, the neon coats came in. Shoupe, Bratcher, the other officers. You waited expectantly, feeling the others stand beside you.

“Did you find them?” Pope asked.

“No.” Shoupe stated, and you let out a shaky breath.

“So they got away?” Kie asked.

“We, uh…” Shoupe looked down, “We lost them.”

You swallowed, closing your eyes for a second.

Sarah, your first friend. Sarah, who invited you out to parties when you had no other friends. Sarah, who would stay up late, texting you, when you couldn’t be alone with your thoughts. And John B, always dragging you into petty dramas and persuading you to come out with the Pogues. The one who had finalised your placement in the tight-knit group.

You looked around, seeing various emotions scattered over your friends. Pope - denying. Unable to think that they might really be gone. Kiara - standing in shock, processing the idea. JJ, angry.

He was holding Shoupe by the collar, yelling, and almost by instinct, you reached for his shoulders, trying to pull him back, but knowing you weren’t strong enough. He was being pulled away.

“JJ.” you managed, your voice seeming to ground him as he softened, breaking from the loosened grip to look at you, to take in the tears that you didn’t realise were falling.

You felt aware of other people entering the tent, but you paid them no mind, pulling JJ into a hug, soft but tight, cradling him as sobs racked both of your bodies. You stood like that for a few minutes, face buried in his shoulder, him breathing in your hair. You clung to each other, the loss taking hold of you in a cruel fist, tightening around your chests second by seconds as the reality hit. There were hands on your back, soothing ones, voices in the background, asking questions, answering them, promising to see each other tomorrow.

Eventually, you stepped away.

He had an arm over your shoulder, and you had an arm around his torso as you slowly made your way down the tent, neither of your parents present. For the first time all week, you wondered what your dad was up to. You felt raindrops splattering over your face as you ambled down the soggy path to the road.

“JJ?” you broke the shocked silence. “Would you like to stay at mine tonight?”

He looked down at you, processing your words for a second. “Yeah.” he rasped the words, practically choking them out. You walked home slowly, the rain hammering you both, but neither of you able to care. You walked past the Chateau, and a fresh wave of tears shook you both. You fumbled with your keys, the torrential rain making your grip slippy as you struggled to find the right one. You unlocked the door, both of you stumbling in, hooking your coats over the radiator and then walking up the stairs, not caring about your volume. 

You undressed slowly, hanging all your clothes out in the bathroom to dry, and then finding JJ, broken and still, standing in the middle of your room. You unbuttoned the black shirt, pulling it from his shoulders and letting it drop. You helped him out of the rest of his clothes, providing a pair of joggers to him. You hung his clothes up with yours. Only then did you realise you were still just in your underwear, and pulled an oversized top over your frame, unable to place who it had belonged to before you. You sat down in the middle of your bed, legs crossed, and tugged JJ’s hand ever so slightly, the movement forcing him to look down at you. He sat down beside you, and slowly as ever, you guided him to lie down. You lay on your back beside him, staring at the ceiling as, once again, you turned the day’s events over in your head.

You looked over to JJ, who was looking away from you, taking deep breaths. He rolled, turning his back to you. In response, you rolled too, curving your body around his back, and wrapping an arm around him, resting your hand over his heart, and pressing your cheek to his spine.

As you breathed, you breathed for him. For everything you had been through, and everything you were yet to experience. You breathed, and lived, and died for him. Your heart pumped for him, for his love. You loved him, with every bone, every fiber, every cell in your body, and in that moment of pure, mutual vulnerability, you swore to yourself, I will always love this man.

You closed your eyes, savouring the feeling of your weariness, your pain, your worries sifting away. Your breathing evened with his, and you felt his heartbeat under your fingertips, the rhythm guiding you to sleep, gently and kindly welcoming you into a dreamless slumber.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

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Fake Blondie changed my life - Zabdiel De Jesús

Note: This is my first imagine ever, and first time I am actually trying to write something like this. I hope it is not too bad. I am sorry for all my mistakes but I hope you understand because ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

The life has never been easy. I mean, how can it been easy for a girl who doubts her worth and hates herself every day more and more? It hasn't always been like that, you were a happy child, full of energy and love for life. Unfortunately, you just didn't have luck, you bumped into wrong people, the ones that broke you. "You are actually so ugly, I mean look at your body, not only that you don't have boobs but neither do you have ass, you are so fucking flat, nobody would even fuck you and let's not talk about possibilty that someone would fall in love with you." were the words you would often hear, just in different ways. Sometimes you would hear it from your "friends", family and exes who left you after they didn't get what they wanted. It is not that you haven't been a strong girl, it has just become too much to handle. You would always wonder how they couldn't understand that you didn't have an opportunity to choose the way you would look like. It doesn't even matter because we all can be loved the way God made us.

You have moved to Miami, you were hoping for a better life. When you thought about better life you didn't mean having hookups and fucking every night different boy, no, the better life for you meant FREEDOM. You were hoping that you will be FREE, that you will be YOURSELF, you were hoping that nobody would judge you and make you feel even more shitty, if that was possible.

You got a job to work as a fashion designer for a latin boy band CNCO. It was your dream to work as a fashion designer because you have been so creative since you were very little. You were from Europe so you didn't have an opportunity to hear about them earlier. You started exploring things about them, not because you were interested in them, but because you wanted to see how they like to dress so that you can do your job well and make everyone happy. Sometimes, it seems like all you ever cared for was to make people around you happy. You have always put yourself last. It never crossed your mind that handsome boys like them would even notice you. Everyone wanted them and nobody ever wanted you, because at the end of the day you were just a flat girl. At least that's what you thought.

"I heard we will have new fashion designer" Zabdiel stated. "Oh dios mio, really?" Erick asked curiously "I really hope that we will finally be dressed up like our bodies deserve." "Carla said she will be here soon, so I will go outside to wait for her so she doesn't get lost" Richard tells the boys while heading towards exit. "It is a girl?" Christopher immediately stops playing Fortnite. "I guess, but you know, you don't need to flirt with every girl in the wolrd" Joel rolls his eyes at Chris. "Ay papa, you need to wake up man, la vida es solo una" Chris tells Joel while having a big smile on his face.

You enter the building but you don't see anyone. You try to stay as calm as you can, not allowing your anxiety to come in and ruin your dreams. As you start walking up the stairs, you bump into someone and fall down. "Oh my God are you okay?" Richard asks you worriedly "I- I- am so sorry, I was looking for our new dresser and I was in a hurry, I didn't want her to get lost." he says while helping you to get up. "In that case, I won't give you the worst clothes, I will save them for other memebers who misbehave" you tell him smiling a little. "Oh- are you-" you cut him saying "Yes. That's me" "God, I am such an idiot nena, sorry." Richard says facepalming "I almost made you break your leg on your first day." You both laugh "No need to worry, I know to be clumsy." "I am Richard and thank you for taking it easy on me and not ruining my fashion model career because of this." "I am Y/N, and don't worry, you still need to earn my trust." you said jokingly while Richard shakes head "Trust me other boys are more problematic than me, let me introduce you to them."

Richard was really nice and kind to you and you were yourself joking a bit with him, but then you remembered that you don't want to get attached to anyone. Who the hell knows what's behind that charimng smile Richard has. You don't want new friends who will hurt you at the end or even worse you don't want a boyfriend. You don't trust anyone anymore so you decided to stay as distant as you could with all the memebers from CNCO. But then you slightly shook your head and thought to yourself "Like anyone would want you anyways." A really loud and excited voice stopped you from overthinking "Oh, mamita welcome, soy Christopher, ma mas sexy of them all" he smiles at you and at that moment you wish you had his confidence.

"I am Y/N, nice to meet you." you simply say with a small smile on your face. Erick and his ugly shirt caught your attention next. "Okay you seriously need help with that." you say looking at Erick from top to the bottom. "Omg that hurts." Erick tells you while pretending to wipe a tear. He had extremly beautiful eyes and you knew it will be hard to stop staring at them. "It will be alright, no llores." you say patting Erick's back. "What's up with others? You ain't going to introduce yourselfs?" a beautiful blondie spoke up while walking towards you. "She knows me already because I almost killed her." Richard defends himself. Zabdiel gives him a confused look but decides to focus on you "Okay so, the boy who tried to kill you is Richard, the least sexy guy in here is Christopher-" "Ay papa, why so mean to me?" Chris squeals while pretending to be crying with Erick. "Oh God with who I am working." you chuckle and shake your head. Zabdiel smiles so softly at you which almost causes you to blush but you don't because you know the smile isn't for you, he is just being kind and polite, your mind tells you. "The boy who needs your help with style is Erick, the quiet one eating french fries is Joel and I am Zabdiel." he finishes introducing. "I am not quiet, I just thought she knew us." this time Joel defends himself. "I am from Europe and unfortunately Latin music is not on the big level there" you state. "Anyways I am really glad I have an opportunity to work with you guys, I know you have a concert in 3 days so we can start looking for stuff that you will wear." "Ay nena, relajate, you have time." Chris says while putting his arm around your shoulder. "You didn't tell us anything about yourself." You try your best to be kind to the boys but you were scared you will end up being hurt again. "Look, I am here to work, not to hang out with you, so please just call me when you are ready to work with me and to make an idiot of me." You exclaimed while walking out of the room. The boys look at each other in shock. "What's up with her?" Christopher asks. "No clue, but that was weird." Erick adds. "Don't be rude. We don't know her story." Zabdiel tells them. It seems like Zabdiel was the only one to notice, you are still healing your wounds.

You came to your apartment and just locked the door and threw yourself on the bed overthinking how you reacted to the boys. You knew you were so rude and that they didn't deserve it at all but you couldn't help it. You wanted to protect yourself and you thought it was a good way. But was it really? Even thought it was pretty early to sleep, it was 8pm, you just wanted to fall asleep and forget about everything. Suddenly, as your eyes start to close, you hear a bell ringing. You aren't getting up, hoping that whoever the hell it is will be gone. "Come on Y/N, we know you are in." you hear Chris' voice. "Open up please" Joel begs. You get up to open the door surprised with the fact that they found out where you live. "What the hell are you guys doing? I am trying to sleep." you say. "Sleep? At 8pm on Saturday night? Erick asks seriously. "Yea?" you state simply. "Can we come in and talk? Please." Zabdiel looks into your eyes. You quickly look away and walk away leaving the door open. The boys take that as a yes and slowly walk in.

"I have brought lots of snacks and drinks!" Richard says pointing at paper bags "We are going to make you a welcome party." You just got back into your bed and covered yourself with a blanket. "Yea, you guys have fun, just please don't break anything I literally moved in this morning." you tell them closing your eyes. "I knew that this was bad idea, we should give her time." Joel whispers to Zabdiel. "Yes, we shouldn't force her to open up, if she is not comfortable with us Zab." Erick agrees with Joel. "What, is it blame Zabdiel day or what? We haven't even tried to make her feel comfortable with us! How can she feel comfortable when there is Christopher who just comes in front of her and says "Yo I am the sexiest." I mean stop complaining and try your best to help her feel okay. She is going to be with us now every day." Zabdiel exclaimed. "Did you fall for her in like 2 hours or what?" Chris asks him with a smirk on his face. "Can you be serious at least for 1 minute? It is not always about flirting and fucking. You sometimes need to help people." Zabdiel tells him while shaking his head. "She was really happy when I bumped into her, she was so chill and I loved her humor, idk what happened later." Rich says while taking a sip of his favourite drink. Chris comes closer to you grabbing whipped cream while whispering to you slowly. "If you don't want to come to our party.... party will come to you." Chris says while spraying whipped cream all over your face and running away from you. "Christopher Damn Velez!" you shouted at him while jumping out of the bed to get your revenge but then Erick grabs you by your waist and stops you. "Run bro, run bro! I got you" Erick yells. "Erick, let me go rn or you will have an ugly style forever!" you tell him. "Y/N don't do that to me..." Erick says making a puppy face. "I am warning you!!!" you say acting seriously. Erick looks carefully at Zab coming slowly behind him and let you in his arms. "You have nothing to blackmail me with." Zab wishpers in your ear while wrapping his arms around your waist. Your body shivers at his touch and you get gooseboomps from his breath on your neck. You don't know why, but it just happens. Seems like your body was giving you signs and trying to tell you "He is the one." "Zabdiel..." you managed to say something. "You either let us introduce ourselves in real light and have good time with us or..." "Or what?" you ask "This." not even finishing the sentence he started tickling you. "N-no, n-no Zabdiel!" you exclaimed while laughing. "Stop, stop please!" you begged while tears were rolling down your face from laughing. But he didn't plan to stop, he was just tickling you even more intensively. "Then promise..." Zabdiel orders. "O-okay, te lo prometo!" you say breathing heavily. "Omg, you are such an idiot!" you tell him while throwing a pillow at him. Zabdiel didn't care about you wanting to kill him at the moment, he just knew his heart was happy because he made you smile. And if his heart and emotions could talk at that moment. They would say it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.

"So it is sleepover then?" Joel asks. "It is." you roll your eyes playfully. "I even got stuffed animals!" Richard tells you and burst into laughter. "Omg you guys are so sweet." "OH DIOS, chicos this is our first compliment!" Chris claps his hands in excitement and everyone else make sarcastic shocked faces which causes you to laugh even more. They all light up candles and ties up balloons trying to make this interesting as much as they could. But also, they were making sure that you are comfortable and fine with everything they were doing. Zabdiel makes comfy place for you to sit next to him. "Come here." he tells you while patting the seat next to him. "No, I am still mad at you." you say trying not to laugh. "Ik how to make this even." Erick says while spraying whipped cream all ove Zabdiel's hair. "NOT THE HAIR!" Zabdiel screams. Christopher started laughing so much which made you burst into tears of laughter because his laugh was the most contagious laugh in the world. They all kept making mess throwing food at each other. "You all are going to clean this I swear." you say looking at the mess they made. "We are going to sing to you now. We will make you forget about all bad things we have done!" Joel says while smiling softly. "Oh hell no, I bet you all suck..." you say teasing them. Zabdiel raises his eyebrows at you, and you felt like your heart was just going to melt. And you were right. Erick starts slowly playing "Tu Luz" on guitar he brought here.

"Dime tú, cómo hago para captar tu atención

Sé muy bien, que en el pasado

Te han roto el corazón"

Zabdiel sings to you while tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. He sang with so much passion, and that, together with the meaning of the lyrcis, made you get so emotional.

"Abrázame fuerte y no tengas miedo amor

Déjame explicarte..." Chris starts singing to you and his harmonies were already bringing the death to you.

"Quiero ser el que llena de felicidad

Cada espacio de soledad

Déjame ser tu luz"

they all sing together and you couldn't help it with all the emotions and their beautiful voices. "I- I- am sorry, I will be right back." you say with a low voice while crying your eyes out you run to the bathroom.

Everyone look at each other worriedly. "Zab go with her." Joel tells him. "Go see if she is okay." Richard adds. You sit down on the cold bathroom tiles leaning in the wall. You remember all the things people did to hurt you and the way Zabdiel sang to you "I know very well that in the past they have broken your heart." made you think avout all the times people came into your life to waste a couple of months and then leave you when they didn't get what they wanted. "Y/N.. please open the door." Zabdiel says while knocking on your bathroom door. You couldn't even hear him because you were overwhelmed with so many emotions at that moment and you felt like panick attack would get you soon. You try to calm down yourself but you just keep shaking and sobbing even more not realizing how loud you were getting. Once Zabdiel hears you his heart starts beating so fast "Y/N I don't care I am coming in." he tells you while opening the door. He sees you sitting down trying to calm your breathing down. Zabdiel doesn't say anything he just knees down to you and pulls you into his chest hugging you tightly. "Y/N, I am here, you are okay." Once he wrapps his arms around you body your heart starts slowly to get back in normal rhythm. He genlty grabs your face in his hand making you look at him. "Nena, it is okay, I am here, you are safe, no one is going to hurt you." he tells you looking deep into your eyes. You just nod slowly at him and hugs him tightly. You didn't know why you did that, but the only thing you knew at that moment was that you felt so safe in his arms.

After a few minutes of silence but comfortable one, you spoke up. "I am so sorry for causing such a scene in front of you and the boys." you say playing with your fingers. "I have never wanted to be rude just-" "Just you are scared to let us in your life for some reason?" Zabdiel cuts you off "You don't have to apologize for anything nena. I know how ew people can be, and how they can turn your mind against you." he tells you. "Just.. you have no idea how much I hate myself and everything about me.. I- I- don't even know why you guys want to hang out with a girl like me." you tell him while wipping your tears away." Zabdiel puts his hand on yours making sure you are okay with it. "There is absoultely nothing in you or on you that you should hate." Zab says simply. "If me and guys hadn't felt and seen that you were such a nice girl and such a great person we wouldn't even bother coming here." "I know you have every right to think I can be just some another lie, but this is me looking you right in the eyes now and promising you that we are here to protect you. I am here for anything you need. If you want to rant, go on I will listen, If you want advice I will try my best to give you great one. I am here for anything you need. Just give us a chance and we will prove to you that you can count on us." Zabdiel tells you not taking his eyes off of you. You smile at him and deep inside your heart feels that he is honest but your mind tells you to be careful. "Muchas gracias Zab, I will try my best but I hope you understand I will need time." you tell him not noticing your thumb was slighty stroking his hand. "Vale niña, we will be waiting for you. You will work with us every day, you need to get close to us sooner or later." he smiles and purposely bumps his shoulder with yours. "Now go shower, relajate and go to sleep. You need rest." You nod at him while he leaves the bathroom. Zabdiel tells his bandmates what happened and they all gave a promise that will do their best to make you feel good with them. "Can't sleep Zab?" Chris slowly whispers. "Nah." Zab replies. "You thinking about Y/N?" Chris asks. "All I know Chris is that I want to make her be able to smile without being afraid to." Zab tells Chris. "And I am sure, you will bro." Chris tells him being so confident about his words. In the morning, boys got up early to clean the mess they had made. You woke up hearing Chris' laughing about God knows what. "Ohhh, buenos dias sleeping beauty." Richard tells you. "What are guys doing?" you ask. "Nada we took a day off to help you clean." Joel answers you. "Omg, why would you that? I could do it, I was just joking last night." you tell them. "Shhh!" Erick tells you "Less talk, more work!" Erick says grabbing a brush and paint in his hands. "Are you guys like going to paint my apartment?" you ask worriedly. "Yup this place is really ugly and you need to start fresh here soo..." Erick tells you while throwing a brush at you. "Vamos a trabajo!" You just look at them in disbelief and shake your head.

"Let's start from the top." Zab says. "You know not everyone has your height." you tell him playfully rolling your eyes. Zab bends down and picks you up so you can sit on your shoulder. "What about now?" he asks. "Omg you are such an idiot." you smile. Zabdiel was happy because he was making you smile. He really liked having you close to him. "Zabdiel, bro, you have been painting the same sport for 2 minutes now, are you okay?" Chris asks while moving hand in front of his eyes. "Um- yea yea, I am fine, I was just thinking about something." Zab defends himself. You decided to distract him from his thoughts so you put a bit of blue paint on his nose. "Ohhh.... my bad, lo siento." you tell Zabdiel. "Excuse me? What was that for?" he asks while having a big smile on his face. "Nothing, it was an accident." you say trying to stop yourself from laughing. "Oh?" Zab says while putting a paint on your thigh. "This was also an accident." he casually tells you. "Zabdiel! Don't do that" you scream at the feeling of cold paint. "Do what?" he acts innocently. You use your brush and this time paint his hair. "Here, it is better, I didn't like blonde anyways." you say. "Oh my God, oh my God, you are so bad." he says while bringing you down and pushing you to the wall. Zabdiel starts moving his hair on your face. "Zabdiel! Detener!" you yell at him while laughing so much. "Oh, I love this new look of you." he says while smirking at you. "I swear you will stay bald." you try to seriously tell him. "Nah, my stylist won't let it happen to me." he says looking deep into your eyes. "Oh really? We will see." you tell him. Zabdiel's heart was beating fast and his breathing was getting heavier. He wished nothing more than to press his lips against your. He was trying to refrain especially because of the deep talk you two had last night. "I swear I dropped my ring in here-" Richard enters the room looking for the ring he lost. Chris notices you two being close to each other pressed against the wall. "We are sorry!" Chris tells you two while grabbing Richard's hand and dragging him out of the room. "Um, let's get cleaned." Zab says trying to ease the tension. "Vale." you tell him kinda thankful for Richard and Chris entering the room because you felt like if Zabdiel wasn't going to kiss you, you would do it instead. After you and boys finished painting they decided to go out with you to show you Miami a bit. "I swear Erick just kept eating the whole day, he hadn't painted anything." Joel complained. "OMG bro stop lying." Erick tells him. "This man is a liaaaar, this man is a liaa a a a r" Richard starts singing. "Madre mia, are you guys this childish every day?" you ask curiously. "What is it supposed to mean?" Chris asks while crossing arms like a kid. "Nada." you say giving up. "Nah, I swear we are normal." Zabdiel says. "Pff, yes especially you." you tell him while looking at the sunset on the beach. Other boys went to grab something to eat while Zabdiel told them he is not hungry and that he will stay with you. As you were enjoying the feeling of walking barefoot on the wet sand you see your ex friend. Well, more like ex friend with benefits. "Y/N?" Marco says. "Is that you?" he says coming close to you. "Um- yeah hi." you tell him smiling awkwardly. Marco was your friend in highschool. You guys would always have such a great time together. He was so sweet to you and whenever someone bothered you he would try to make you forget about it giving you the best pleasure ever. He was simply good in the bed. That lasted until everyone discovered you two were fucking. After they found out, people started teasing him how he couldn't find a better bitch to fuck and then he threw you away like a garbage. "Omg I haven't seen you for ages!" he says. "Who is this?" he asks pointing at Zabdiel. "He is a friend." you tell him. "With benefits? New one? Is he better than me?" Marco kept asking dumb questions which embarassed you so much. You didn't want Zabdiel to think you were just another girl wanting to fuck every second boy.

You were a teenager and at that time, that was the only way for you to escape the reality. "No Marco!" you yell. "That's in the past, I am not a kid anymore and I am not wasting my time on it. I am actually trying to find someone who is worth to love and not just to fuck. I am trying to have a normal life. Maybe you should do it too." you tell him while grabbing Zabdiel's hand and walking away from him. "Yeah good luck with that, hole is hole for every boy no matter how ugly you are." Marco shouts. Zabdiel was going to run after your ex friend but you stopped him. "I am so sorry about that." you tell Zab completely embarassed. "It is fine." he says. "But what's not fine is the way he was talking to you. It is so disgusting. I am literally disgusted with all males." Zabdiel tells you. "Dw about it, I am really used to it." you sigh. "No, damn it, you are the most chill and beautiful girl I have ever seen. And I don't even care what you say but I don't know what is better about you, how hot and beautiful you look or your incredible personality." he tells you speaking so quickly. Zabdiel couldn't handle this all and before you got a chance to answer him he asks "Is he your type?" You look at him confused but answering anyways. "No, honestly I don't know even who is my type. They all end up hurting and breaking me at the end." you say looking at the sea. "I don't want you to think I am girl like that, you know, just looking for someone to have sex with for one night-" "No, Y/N I know you are not." Zabdiel simply says. "I know you are much more than that." "Thank you Zab." you tell him smiling a little. "So let's say, a Puerto rican, 22 years old, fake blondie wanted to be your type, what would you say?" he asks you looking at your hands on your lap. This time, both your mind and heart were telling you that he was the one. The right one. "I love fake blondies." you tell him biting your lip trying not to smile so much. Zabdiel quickly moves his head up to look at you smiling so much. "So this fake blondie wants to ask you if you could give us a try?" he says. You nod at him putting a hand on his cheek slowly stroking it with your thumb. Zabdiel puts his forehead on yours and slowly moves his lips to yours, kissing you softly and passionately. "I will make you happy nena, I promise you." he tells you pulling away and bringing your hand next to his heart. "You have already done it, you have changed my life for such a little time." you tell him smiling for the first time without being afraid that you will end up being hurt. "LENGUA KISS! WE WANT LENGUA KISS!" boys shout while running to hug you both. The moment Zabdiel hears their voices, he knows whats is comping up, so he quickly grabs your hand and make you two run into the water of calm ocean.

He changed your life. He made you feel like a queen. His queen.

Sometimes you need to go through a lot of pain and experience awful things to be happy. "You will be happy" said life "but first I will make you strong."

Thank you for reading!:)

Please message me and tell me what do you think about my first work ever. Ly xx

[vickylamore]

If the Yns from Crys's fics were to meet, what would happen?

OKAY SO LIKE, HI, you'll only get this if you've read at least two of Crys's (@armytinyzenmoa) series cause, its alot to cover.

She already did this for Park Yn (Zemblanity) and Lee Yn (TSTL) but I'm doing it for:

Park Yn - Zemblanity (dumbass number one)

Yn - Glitched (dumbass number two, more logical, still slow.)

Byun Yn - LR (confident hoe, smart ass bitch, love to see it.)

Lee Yn - TSTL (a badass, a fucking queen, my favroite Yn, my baby, will fight for her/him period)

Only these Yns cause I didnt read the other series with Yeonjun and Seonghwa(?) and I don't have enough info on Jung Yn (Prominence) so four for now. I will update it when more Yns are added (series wise) 🙄❤.

Also, THIS IS CRACK. THE TYPOS ARE IMMACULATE but its litterally crack + crack writing style (and no tags cause the series aren't my work so the tags below are litterally... just there cause some of yall won't know about her stories SO IF YOU DONT, DONT READ BEYONG THIS POINT).

But yes, here we go 😗

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If Byun Yn and Lee Yn were to meet in the TSTL TL!:

Byun and Lee Yn are like lowkey opposites but have the same upbringing traumatic so they can relate to each other.

Best fucking friends (sorry Lucas, Jeno).

They rob banks together period point blank.

Lee is a lot less reckless than Byun but is a lot more of a bitch.

Byun, smarter than the two since she's a fking genius but Lee is a lot more logical when it comes to surviving.

*cough* mafia *cough*.

Bye, theyd run from the cops for fun and if they get caught, Lee would just threatened them with her grandfather's name 😭🤚🏾

Lee Yn would ask Byun Yn to help them burn down SM and Byun would be like, "hold on, I can make a nuclear explosion to disintegrate all the malicious experiments they're performing on people but somehow save all the people affected."

And they'd run with it.

They'd give Baekyun a scare cause he's technically (not really) related to one and is the other's guardian so LR! Baek would kill him if his sister isn't back in one piece.

Taemin wouldn't understand what was happening but if it were to occur, he'd hope that both of them DON'T DIE since he doesn't want the Avengers and everyone else on his ass.

Ten would instigate Byun Yn into fighting him.

No actually.

He wouldn't get his ass beat because its like a two hour sparring match that Baekhyun breaks up.

Lucas is just... there. Confused on who's his best friend but figures it out when Byun Yn pushes him back saying, "hugs are reversed for Jeno."

Mark is fucking tired, probably draws his gun upon seeing two but then grumbles under his breath, "I'm not even surprised."

Lee Yn joins him on a walk while Byun Yn takes all the attention cause honestly, same.

Jongin asks Byun Yn on how to recharge in case of no energy source... cause well, she's a genius.

Byun Yn and Taeyong become friends and hack in SM's system to get all the shady shit they have on Sooman and replace the files with pictures of cats.

Yuh.

THEYD GIVE LEE SOOMAN A RUN FOR HIS MONEY. THATS IT, THATS THE TWEET.

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If Byun Yn and Yn (Glitched) were to meet in L&R TL!:

She'd leave Glitched Yn for dead, she has no time for dumbasses Im sorry 👩🏾‍🦯

She'd deadass say one thing and Byun Yn would look at her up and down, smirk and whisper, "I could use you for bait."

The only reason Yn isn't dead is because the Avengers saved her before she could die cause they thought it was Byun (deadass wouldve saved her either way but like... priorities.)

THEYD BE SO CONFUSED AND DONE, OVER IT.

Yn wouldn't be TOO big of a dumbass, just very very curious and screw something up which meant that Jeno would try to kill her but Byun would be like "no, dont kill my useless twin."

Yn would be so confused because she just wanted to get her first day of the internship done and she was dropped in a world where the Avengers exists.

Goodbye, she's tired bruh.

Develops a crush on Jaemin, Chenle and Jisung and her become friends because she isn't as reckless as Byun and Renjun... is just tired and doesn't mind her at all.

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If Byun Yn and Park Yn met in Zemb TL!:

Oh boy.

Someone save Byun Yn PLEASE.

Would accidentally ask Mark why he's in space and not with SuperM and he'd be so confused.

Byun Yn would save Park Yn from Yang² because Park Yn,,

Is just Park Yn *sigh*

That's the tweet.

Byun Yn is deadass is the only reason Park alive because Byun Yn saves her in a world thats not even hers.

Park Yn tries but her efforts aren't enough, needs help from Maverick Agent to get out smh.

Bro Byun Yn would somehow die BECAUSE of Park Yn and Byun would come back from the dead and be like, "whoever tried to drown me is a bitch."

Poor Park Yn would be so mfk confused and terrified and probably cling onto Byun Yn, sobbing into her chest while the other is like, "relax, I can't die here for some reason. If I could then you'd probably have multiple organizations run to kill you--- but don't cry?"

Park Yn would have to explain to YangYang not to take her unless he wants to die.

Ten and Byun Yn become friends, I don't make the rules.

They even become allies but Byun Yn wants to know where it'll go.

Hendery is confused, Lucas is even more confused, Sicheng thinks he fucked up again (IM SORRY), YangYang is intrigued, Kun is tired and tries warning her about Ten but doesn't listen, Park Yn has panic attacks because Byun Yn is being dumb and goes with Ten.

Though, Byun Yn meets her up later and says, "can you get me to a control panel, I wanna get out of here, this place is too crowded and I'm hungry."

Not because Ten tried killing her and she knocked him out

Park Yn would try explaining that they can't escape and Byun would interupt, "don't take me for a dumbass."

BRUH THEYD DEADASS WALK OUT OF SECTOR V NO PROBLEM.

Park Yn asks how Byun Yn did it and she'd be explaining things she wouldn't understand, "matrix, quatrums, space, matter, timeliness and interacting forcefields."

Park Yn would just nod and not even bother.

She'd also tell Byun about all the dumb shit that happened and the other would be like,

"Suprised you aren't dead yet and you really haven't seen anything, come to my world."

Park Yn is ✨traumatized✨

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If Lee Yn were to met Park Yn in TSTL TL!(specifically for this one, Lee Yn is a girl because of the scenario):

They're litterally polar opposites, one of them is going to kill the other.

LEE YN WOULD TELL PARK YN THAT SHE'S A CRYBABY 💀

No joke, she'd be at Park Yns THROAT for litterally breathing and clinging onto Ten like he's her best friend (I mean)

Bruh she'd steal Mark away from Lee Yn and she'd get salty :(((

Also explore the world like shes a visitor and forget that there's a bounty on her head???

Like yeah, you were on the moon but there's a bounty in your head? The worse thing is that she'd drag her twin with her to the nearest coffee shop and refuses for ANY of the seven men to accompany them.

Something along the lines of, "I dont trust men to protect me anymore."

IM TELLING YOU, THE SHIT ON THE MOON REALLY MESSED WITH HER IM SO SORRY-

WOULD ALSO ALMOST GET BOTH OF THEM KILLED CAUSE SOOBIN DECIDED TO PULL UP AT THE COFFEE SHOP THEY WERE VISITING WITH THE REST OF FKING TXT.

Park Yn would probably run hella slow while they're getting chased with guns and she'd still be like, "why are they chasing us?!"

And Lee would reply, "what part of I'm first in line of my grandfathers grande mafia aren't you understanding?"

Like Lee is TIRED, she doesn't want this shit anymore. Doesn't help that she was going to give Park a chance but she clearly isn't fit for the mafia lifestyle.

The only thing they have in common is Mark. That's it.

So like after running and getting back to base, Lee would litterally chase Park ALL OVER THE PLACE trying to get to her.

For some reason, Park is fast.

Must be from all that running on the moon damn 😭🤚🏾

"Please I dont want to die again!"

- Park Yn, 2020.

Baby girl has been through some shit okay?

Lee Yn got frustrated real quick and almost threated to pull out her gun PLEASE.

Something along the words of, "people try to kill me all the time, let's see how hard it is."

"Stop fucking running!"

"But you're chasing me with a gun!?"

Taeyong would litterally watch this all go down on the cams for like five minutes before he tells the rest of SuperM that Park Yn is thirty seconds away from dying because Lee Yn is now taking the safety off her gun 💀

No Lee really can't stand her.

Its litterally chaos.

Jongin had to glitch to get Park away from a flying bullet.

Taemin was making sure she was fine while being on the lookout for the other Yn.

Baekhyun's trying to help Taeyong erase the film of two Yns running around the base like mad women.

Lucas had to deal with a pissed off Lee Yn cause sis was not having it.

Almost lost her.

He did, in fact, lose her.

Mark had to chase her down AGAIN.

Chaos LMAO

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If Yn and Park Yn were to met in Zemblanity TL!:

Rest In Peace.

Would die within the first 2 hours of being together.

All because the readers picked 'go to the boiler room' over 'hide in the vents'.

And they BOTH died because someone turned the heat on.

The end.

[chaeryybomb]

JUNE COMEBACKS REVIEW

BLACKPINK: HOW YOU LIKE THAT

ngl I’m kinda sad bc a lot of y’all don’t like the song ;-; but I can’t do anything about it since it’s your opinion so

but I hope that people know the difference between hating and giving criticism saying the song sucks and that it’s trash music is straight up music

I can get why people are disappointed with the song since everyone wanted almost the same thing, “jennie getting a rap part”, “jisoo saying blackpink in your area” and a high note from rosé

personally I really like the song, to me it’s not the same as dddd and ktl tbh I think it’s different

plus I kinda expected it to be like that bc their songs usually follow that yg style ya know the only songs I say that don’t follow that stereotypical yg style is “love scenario”, “stay” and AKMU’s songs

i mean if you compare the song with other yg artists song, they all have the same vibe to it because of the “yg style” we always say

the song also gives me nct and skz vibes too, like specifically “punch” and “side effects” bc of the heavy edm and also bc their songs has been called noise before dhshd

but enough of that

I really like how the song starts calmly in the beginning and then it starts to be more aggressive

also I like the fact that each of the girls get a chance to say “how you like that”

lisa’s rap????? y e s

personally I feel like this time it had more of a fairer distribution, including lines and center parts

like jisoo actually gets some center parts in the dance break and chorus

i also really like the outfits this era, especially the modernized hanboks! though I have mix feelings about the pink wig dhshdh

speaking of hair, jennie!! she fucking dyed her hair!!!

and rosé is no longer blonde dhsjdj

the parts I found weird is when rosé says “look up in the sky it’s a bird it’s a plane” i have no idea how that fits in the song so

and the “dumdudurum” part at the end, it sounds out of place, like especially after it the song ends

i also think that this is their best choreography! right next to don’t know what to do

overall, I really like the song, if you don’t it’s fine! hylt has the most aesthetic mv’s I’ve seen and the outfits are so much better and it has been said that BLACKPINK’s old stylist left the company in January no not maeng

lisa’s fur coat outfit reminds me of yeji’s outfit in wannabe

would I say that hylt is their best song? no, I think playing with fire was their best song but it’s not a terrible song either

another I like is jisoo owning this era, say what you want, hylt is Jisoo’s era period.

STRAY KIDS: GOD’S MENU

what even is a concept anymore

we all thought it was going to be some street racer concept

buT NO

it’s a kung fu panda concept dhshdh

felix!!! my baby has lines !!!!

his demonic voice is bACK

hyunjin’s blond hair 😭😭

what the fUCK

the way he tied it up in a ponytail, like sir that is diSRESPECTFUL he really is jaebum’s son huh

okay okay on to the song

it honestly shocked me so much, like the rap parts were so aggressive like and the vocals are kinda angelic???

i really really like the pre-chorus, seungmin’s voice is just so !!!!! i also like seungmin+i.n’s little duet after felix’s part

spEAKING OF FELIX’S PART

“looking like a chef I’m a five star Michelin” bro that part is lowkey demonic looking in the dance

like mans pulled his knees up and put his hands through them while looking directly at you

does that not look demonic to you??? my friend said it reminded her of a spider dhshdhr

also the “dududu” part instantly reminded me of bp’s dddd dhshd like can someone edit a part of bp going “oh wait till I do when I hit you with that” and cuts to skz “DUDUDU”

the fact that no one has done it yet astounishes me

also what the fuck is that chain thing on Chan’s face, who put it there and why dhshd

bless whoever gave changbin dual contacts lens

AND WHO GAVE JEONGIN SLEEVELESS SHIRTS WHO ALLOWED THAT DHSHD

at first I found the choreography a bit funny bc they added like cooking gestures to it dhshd, like stirring the pot in the chorus but my favorite part of the dance is changbin’s part

the entire album was a bop okay, the fact that “god’s menu” wasn’t even the title track and they decided to change it, the fact that jyp has so much TRUST in bang chan also we get to see chan and sana being best friends uwu

“pacemaker” is literally “my pace” 2020 ver dhshd it even has the “nananana” part!

my favorites from the album is “TA”, “blueprint” and “haven”!!

also “easy”,,,, chan what did u do that it can’t be performed in shows

TWICE: MORE & MORE

wow girl groups are really being criticized this month huh

if y’all don’t know what happened with twice, a lot of people are criticizing twice for not singing live during their encore stages

a lot of them are especially going after momo

I’ve watched their encore stages and I don’t know why people are saying they sound bad???? maybe they need a better vocal coach but the fact that people are taking advantages of the situation just to hate on them smh

a n y w a y s

the song definitely gives a whole lot of “dtna” vibes bc of the tropical concept, its like “dtna” but the mature version

if “dance the night away” had an older sister, it would be “more & more”

also I really like the eve & adam concept, “more & more” is also another “creepy”ish song that is hidden behind a catchy tune, like “yes or yes” where ppl think it’s a cute song but the lyrics says otherwise

okay actually writing this out, it’s mv has “dtna” vibe but the song is so much like “yes or yes”

if you read the lyrics, the girls are basically saying that “no matter how hard you try to hide, you’re going to be mine again”

even in dahyun’s rap she says “I’m naturally selfish, I’m sorry if you didn’t know” and “you will fall for me, you can’t say no no”

it’s almost the same as her part in “yes or yes” where she says “there is no letters n and o” dhshdh sorry this becam a whole theory

back the real song review, I’m so glad that momo got a dance break! I think that this is their fairest line distribution yet. jeongyeon got her lines, dubchaeng got their rap parts and momo has a lot of center parts!!

and the girls look so much happier during their promotions especially tzuyu! she was smiling so much, maybe it’s because mina is with them and I’m so happy they get to perform as nine again

i really like their choreography and the part where they do the chest bounce is really satisfying idk why dhsdh

plus jeongyeon got better outfits this era cough feel special era cough

overall, I really like this comeback and it’s nice that nayeon got the high notes this time instead of jihyo

IZ*ONE: SECRET STORY OF THE SWAN

oh boy this is definitely my favorite song of this month

it’s so much different than their other songs!!!

and there’s so much to go on about!

wonyoung, minju, sakura and hyewon literally improved so much. im so proud of them !!!

hyewon, nako and sakua getting to sing the chorus??? y e s

chaeyena rap parts????? y e s

chaeyeon getting a dance break AND a high note???? Y E S

my favorite parts is eunbi+chaewon pre chorus wow I have a thing for pre choruses don’t I dhsh

i will say that this song vies the girls the chance to show how much they’ve improved throughout the eras, especially the j-line and visual line since a lot of people said they didn’t belong in izone

wonyoung and yujin's expressions are really on point as well

and yena's hip move dhshdhs

it's also rlly cute how eunbi throws confetti at her part dhshd

it’s refreshing to see how the girls improved

unfortunately, izone will be disbanding this year ;-; this is why I never liked the produce series

but we do have some ideas what will happen to the members though, we all know yena will be added into everglow, i having a feeling that eunbi and chaeyeon will be debuting as a soloist, they have so much potential plus the radiate chungha energy

nako, hitomi and sakura would most likely return to Japan, although I see sakura staying in korea to pursue an acting career and hitomi as a producer since she wrote some of izone’s songs

yuri might debut as a solo or debut in a new girl group as main vocalists, the same goes for chaewon

i see minju and hyewon going into acting careers and CF contracts, the same as kang mina, especially since minju is now an mc for music core

whereas for wonyoung and yujin, their both still young so I think they’ll finish school before re-debuting in groups plus yujin will be attending sopa

especially wonyoung, we all know that she’s actually really smart and is good at academics, i also think she might do modeling work, she fits the criteria

i also kinda see yujin pursuing an acting career because she will be in the theatre and film department in sopa. unless starship is going to debut a new girl group, I hope that yujin can debut as a soloist instead

WEKI MEKI: OOPSY

*inhales*

LUCY AND LUA FINALLY GETTING THE LINES THEY D E S E R V E D

I’m so happy dhshdhhs

also lua fits the short hairstyle so much, I’ve literally fallen for her help I can’t get up

as much as I love yoojung, it’s nice to see lucy rapping

the song is very catchy, I especially like rina’s part in the second verse of the song

i also love the “wolf & hunter” concept for the album

like the pictures were very beautiful, I also like how they use white for the wolves and black for the hunters, it’s like painting the hunters at the bad guys and the wolves as the good guys

I am in love with Lucy, Lua and Sei’s “nonono” part in the chorus

and the choreography for the chorus too

as much as I love elly’s blue hair, she slays in black hair dhshd I

I really love their outftis this era, i like how it’s all pants for the girls too

my favorite outfits are the black outfits from the gif

overall, this is definitely their fairest line distribution cough tika taka and dazzle dazzle cough

NATURE: GIRLS

this is my second favorite song of the month

I love the whole horror concept and I also like the fact that they released the uncensored version of the mv

it’s give the song much more of the horror vibe

I’m new to Nature and as far as I know, a member is stuck in China and another member sat out due to an injury. please correct me if I’m wrong

the outfits might be simple, but it fits so right with the song, I prefer the white dresses over the black ones

it kinda gives out the feeling that the girls are like asylum patients ya know, whereas the black dresses gives out that the girls are rich daughters that were sent away

I really like LU and Haru’s parts

the dance is also kinda a simple but it looks great!

overall, I hope that Nature will do this concept again, actually I hope to see more groups do this kind of concepts more

WAYV: TURN BACK TIME

did this comeback scare me? yes yes it did

bro the teasers were so scARY

yangyang was literally laughing like a mANIAC

MANS WAS IN AN ASYLUM OKAY

their teasers gave me so much suicide squad vibes

also, why the fuck were 4/7 members not wearing shiRTS

sm do you have a shirt shortage??? I’m sure nctzens are more than happy to donate some shirts to you

okay anyways, I’ve always liked wayv’s sci-fi concept, I don’t know if the mv’s are connected or not but I think they are

“take off” is them basically flying away from earth and they landed in space in “moonwalk” and it seems they have been captured in “turn back time”

very inch resting dhshd

listen, I may be chinese but I can’t understand 70% of the song because of how fast it goES

so with that saying, yANGYANG DID NOT COME TO PLAY

his rap was amazing !!!! he is definitely one of sm’s best rappers along with taeyong and mark

my favorite part is lucas and hendery’s rap parts and then it switches to xiaojun and yangyang + kun, ten and xiaojun getting highnotes

the dance break is so satisfying to watch too

“stop, rewind, turn back time” and “5432” part is so satisfying

also I’m really impressed with how fast LabelV responded when fans pointed out that some of the outfits had offensive phrases in them, they took the time to edit it out of the teasers and the mv, cheers to them

also! i find it funny that wayv released the Korean version of “turn back time” but all of us were much more shocked at the fact that Ten got another cat dhshd

SEVENTEEN: LEFT & RIGHT

first of all, dokyeom looks so gOOD IN THE MV

second of all, vernon and wonwoo’s “hana dul set” will forever be iconic

third, seungcheol is back 😭😭

just like twice, they get to perform as 13 again dhsjdsn

AND THEY LOOK SO HAPPY DURING THIS ERA TOO

LIKE HAVE YOU SEEN WONWOO?? HE’S SUCH A SMILEY BABY with his orange mic dhshd

also if y’all don’t have tiktok, svt has been doing the “left & right” with so many other idols including chungha and apink’s naeun!

haha joshua hong and wen junhui being real disrespectful with those sleeveless shirts

bonus point we got svt x nct china line + mark and joshua interaction at music bank

their choreography looks so fun too dhshd

the entire comeback is so cute and colorful

my favorite parts are vernon and seungcheol’s rap parts

also vernon be rocking that greaser style

their new album is so versatile, like, “fearless”, “left & right”, “kidult” and “my my”?? who’s doing it like seventeen

i love their new songs so much especially “kidult”

overall, I really really love this comeback

WJSN: BUTTERFLY

I couldn’t find a group scene gif pls forgive me

let me say, I am absolutely in love with the concept, the outfit concept for this is so creative, I don’t know if any other groups have done it before but !!

their outfits evovle like a butterfly!!

at first, the outfits were plain pastel colours but they slowly become more detailed and colourful throughout the stages, like a caterpillar to a butterfly!

center yeoreum!!!

and dayoung looks so pretty in short hair 🥺

and again, as far as I know, the Chinese members are in China, two of them are apart of the Chinese group Rocket Girl and I think Chengxiao recently returned to Korea

I really like their ending pose where their hands are in the butterfly gesture and the “wings” are slowly flapping

and how their arms represent their wings during the chorus

by far one of the moor creative comebacks in my opinion

also, it’s nice to hear soobin doing the high note instead of yeonjung, let yeonjung rest her voice once in a while ya know

SUNMI: PPORAPPIPAM

THE QUEEN IS BACKKK

also wonder girls reunion uwu

the teaser gave me so much "barbie: island princess" vibes so the entire mv was not what I expected

at all

the mv literally describes sunmi a lot, she basically does whatever the fuck she wants like when she posted that pic of jyp on instagram dhshdhs

it’s so funny especially the scene where sunmi is wearing the teletubbies head

and at the end when she wakes up and goes back to sleep is just a mood lmao

something about the song really gives me a lot of “siren” vibes but happier???

i really like the way she pronounces “pporappipam” it took me one week to finally pronounced it dhshd

idk why but I really like the instrumental, especially the intro, it’s very melancholic

also she wears converse while performing the song bc she has to step on the dancers at one part !!

speaking of that part, it’s so cool!!! the way she climbs up the dancers like stairs and then she just trust-falls into their arms

[floatservices]

wrong numbers/right answers

iwaizumi hajime/reader wc: 3.9k 

When Hajime had started catching feelings for the mystery number, he'd rationalised that it could never be you. Slowly but surely, his mystery texter had been getting him out the slump Iwaizumi had been feeling over his unrequited feelings, and instead of wondering about you, he was wondering when the next mystery number text would come.

But now you're her and she's you and his brain is going to explode. He doesn't have enough brain cells for this.

Curse this stupid, stinking crush.

“You've been on that damn phone for, what, 30 minutes now?” Iwaizumi growls, waving Oikawa's less than impressive test score across said boy’s face. “What are you, texting a new girlfriend?”

“Iwa-chan, I'm flattered you think I have a new girlfriend!” Oikawa’s ecstatic, typing with one hand and snatching away the sheet away with the other. “But no, I'm just trying to have a good time with our favorite classmate,” Oikawa metaphorically dangles you in front of him, and smirks as his friend’s eyes widen. “Oho, I’ve got your attention now, have I?”

Iwaizumi wrinkles his nose, trying to get the test back. “Shut up, shittykawa. If I knew her better, I'd apologize to her because she has to deal with the likes of you.”

The spiker makes a wild lunge for the test paper, because they came to his house to study, not so his disgraceful excuse of a best friend could tease him about a girl, but Oikawa leans just out of reach, his long arms stretching as far as they could.

“You wound me, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa chuckles, shuffling the paper under the cushion he was sitting on. “My test score wasn’t that bad, anyways-“

“You call a 52% a good grade?!”

“Well, it's a pass, isn’t it? I have more important things on my mind, anyways, like beating Ushiwaka, texting my favorite girl in class, don’t you have something to do? Oh, wait! I forgot that you were-”

“Shittykawa," Iwaizumi cuts in, a seething expression on his face, but Oikawa pays no mind. "If you finish that sentence-“

“-Socially awkward! You can’t even talk to her without blushing! But funny how that doesn’t happen when you talk to anyone else like that, hmm, Iwa-chan?”

Hajime gets up and launches himself across the chabudai, tackling Oikawa, a fist raised.

__

It’s 8am when Iwaizumi gets a text.

From: ??? To: You rinrin this is you right!?? buddy???!! pls send me ur jpnese lit hw I NEED HELP otherwise tatsuya-sensei will have me impaled bro my entrails will be sacrificed to whoever the hell Yamada Kai was, helpppp!

There’s a string of different crying emojis after that, which Iwaizumi finds adorable. He doesn’t know who this is, but it’s obvious that the poor guy went to Aoba Johsai. The woman who taught Japanese Literature was famous around the school for being a harsh marker and a harsher teacher style. They’d been studying Yamada’s works so far, and Iwaizumi expects whoever sent it was panicking- it was 8, school started 8:30, and English was their second lesson of the day (or it was for tomorrow, because Classes 3-4 didn’t have Literature today, but Iwaizumi assumes it’s today, otherwise they wouldn’t be this distraught.)

He glances at his watch- he had a few minutes to spare. He fishes his work out his bag, and he thanks God he's used his best handwriting (Tatsuya-sensei had caused quite the scene photocopying his work last time, showing off to the entire Class-2 how “insufferably illegible” his print was,) hoping whoever was behind the screen could read it. He takes a quick picture of it, making sure it’s not blurry and the script is clear before sending it off and hurrying out of his house.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You [sent: IMG20151219] you’ve got the wrong number but i’m from seijou too. this is the worksheet you mean?

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You aaa i’m so sorry for sending it to the wrong number!

but yes, it is the right one! thank you so much, i owe you one, mystery man!

Oikawa’s waiting for him outside as always, and Iwaizumi deliberately speeds up so he can walk past. Behind him, Oikawa makes a sort of whine from the back of his throat, quickening his pace to fall in next to him.

“What’s gotten you so cheery?” Oikawa asks, and Iwaizumi realizes he’s been smiling. He replaces it with a scowl, quickly shoving his phone in his pocket so Oikawa can’t get anymore curious.

“It’s no thanks to you.” Iwaizumi quips, and Oikawa pouts.

Iwaizumi only risks a reply when he gets to school, because Oikawa Tooru will never shut up if he sees him texting someone that is so obviously a girl.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You how do you know it's a guy..? for all you know i could be a girl, you know.

He gets a reply soon after.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You well, if you are a girl, i'm sorry!! i didn't mean anything  by it... also i kinda assumed you were a guy because of your handwriting.

He should be offended by that, right? Right. He’s offended by it. He's about to defend himself when his phone buzzes with another message.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You SHIT I'M SO SORRY THAT WAS RUDE TO SAY!! I BET YOU WON'T TALK TO ME ANYMORE

IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE IF YOU DO...

He blinks, an ungraciously amused smile making it's way onto his face. He leaves his phone alone for the school day, because his teacher has just walked in. He figured he'd reply to you after school, just before volleyball.

It's kind of a mistake, because he comes back to 12 more messages, each message reading a variant of "I'm sorry," the amount of sincerity in each message growing as the hours passed by. He figures it's time to ease the stranger out her misery, and begins typing his reply.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You no need to get worked up on it, lmao   you planned on talking to me again?

While waiting, he has enough time to go to the clubroom early and change out of his school uniform to his jersey. He's halfway through fixing one half of his laces when his phone pings.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You it's because i thought i owed you one.... but i guess if you don't want to talk it's okay lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You i hope it's not me that offended you this time. i do want to talk. you seem... cool?

He hits the send button, rereads it, and recoils. That sounds awkward.

Iwaizumi starts typing more.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You besides, you don't know me. how are you gonna give back (whatever. i don't know how! you're the  one that wants to owe me.) if you don't even know me?

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You won't it be funner if it's a mystery?

i guess... we could help each other out! anytime we need hw help we just call each other, like a private help line.

(also, why the question mark? of course i'm cool!)

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You i think that sounded less creepy in your head.  

(sure, you're cool. [heavy sarcasm, if you can't tell.])

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

is that a no?

(rude!)

Iwaizumi stares at the screen. Well, he didn't really mind. And whoever this was sounded pretty trustworthy, and not a random creep that pretended to be a Seijou student in their free time. His time to deliberate is cut short, because Oikawa slams the clubroom doors open, singing a Christmas carol Iwaizumi didn't recognise, along with Hanamaki and Matsukawa, who were discussing what kind of forfeit Oikawa had to pay today if he didn't set as well as he should; ramen or oden?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You fuck why not

i'll be looking forward to... being helped out? bye.. i'll talk later.  

my best friend is here and i'm not ready for him to annoy me straight to satan's asscrack.

Iwaizumi whips the phone away from Oikawa's line of vision, only letting him see his asscrack remark. (It backfired, because Oikawa spends all of the time from putting his shoes on to the start of practice whinging.) The boys slowly file out of the clubroom, Kunimi shutting off the lights as the door softly clicks closed.

Iwaizumi's phone lights up in his blazer pocket, a simple "see you later!" on the screen that brightens the whole room up.

___

It's two weeks later when Iwaizumi needs the help he's been promised. He opens up his chat- they'd just been talking last night about Seijou's annual fair, and what they each were going to do.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You hey english is kicking my ass

can you help a me out please

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao ofc !! what do you need help with

i would let u copy my answers but i feel like you actually have to learn english at some point phone-chan lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You the english were on crack when they

made up their language i swear

does the sentence "the star shine brightly" work

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

LMFAO

weh that's a trick question

"shone" is for no object and "shined" is for when here's no object. so like shone works for 'light' and shined can be for like

a car headlight

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You what the hell

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ikr english is crazy

you also forgot the "d" at the end lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You that one is on me that's simple

but the other thing isn't. aren't the both shining anyway? what's the point in having two. i hate this devil language i swear

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

if it helps no one really cares and i think

you could get away with either english has a lot of rules and no one follows them sooooo... it's whatever!!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

try telling that to fukuoda-sensei i swear that guy has a grudge against me or smthn

To: You

From: Crying Emoji lmao WAHAHAHA i had him last year.... he literally hates fun i don't think i've ever seen him smile

good luck with that phone-chan :P

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

one last question btw

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

ooh okay shoot!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You what's 好きな食べ物は揚げ出し豆腐 in english

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ...

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You don't tell me you don't know :(

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao phone-chan, if i say i'll make your agedashi tofu for the festival tmrw will you please stop making vague hints  towards it for the rest of the night?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You :)

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao the things i do for you, phone chan!

___

"Iwa-chan, don't eat too much." Oikawa says, blinking as he tries to process the sheer amount of beancurd his friend is wolfing down.

"Says the person who hogged all the milk bread once." Iwaizumi retorts, rolling his eyes. "This is one plate of tofu, unlike when you once wasted 2000 yen to buy the school's entire daily stock of milk bread so you could eat it." He pauses to finish another cube of his favourite food. "And school milk bread doesn't even taste that great."

"It was cheap, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa tries to defend himself. "Makki, Matssun, help me out here!"

Matsukawa only shrugs, and when prompted by Oikawa to give a 'real' answer, he sides with Iwaizumi, apologizing sheepishly.

"Sorry to admit it Captain," He chuckles, "But I don't really like school food anyways."

Iwaizumi shoots Oikawa a teasing smirk, and Oikawa's just about to say something when Hanamaki pipes up.

"I like it," Makki makes a non-committal gesture, and Oikawa looks happy with that. "I mean, sure, school food isn't that great but I think the milk bread is the only good thing about it."

"Like striking gold in a coalmine!" Oikawa nods his approval, and Iwaizumi just sighs. Looking around, he spots you out of the corner of his eye, looking as good as usual and serving a few parents and students. He knows he can't call you because he'd end up sweating through his blazer, so he asks another classmate instead.

"Okuhara-kun," He calls, waving to a boy in his class. "Do you know who made the tofu?"

The boy shakes his head. "Whoever it was came early to drop it off. It had a note with it though."

This gets Iwaizumi's attention. She'd left something for him? "Oh? What did it say?"

"Uh- this is an exact quote, by the way- 'Phone-chan, don't you dare!'" Okuhara replies, drawing out quotation marks in the air. When Iwaizumi lets out a loud laugh, he takes it for disbelief.

"Is it... really that funny?" He questions, looking bemused.

Hajime grins. "Not really."

____

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You you didn't even drop any hints!

all you gave me was a note that told me to go away

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao i knew you'd go looking, phone-chan! my intuition is as good as ever!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You unfair. that was like, my best friend's level of unfair.

so unfair that i'm thinking about moving my best friend back to the top of my favourites list :/

That was a bold faced lie. Oikawa had never been on the top of his favourites list: that was reserved solely for Makki.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao you wound me!

who is this best friend?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

not telling lol

you'd know who i was then

To: You

From: Crying Emoji lmao spare hint ma’am?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You you didn't give me any!

and you're the one who wanted to keep it a secret in the first place :/

...but fine.

he's on the volleyball team

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao oikawa!!??

To: Crying Emoji lmao

From: You ... :( yeah

see i told you!

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao actually, i don't know the vb team that well. oikawa's one of the only guys i know  because he's popular. and loud 

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You oh so i’m not popular?

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao aww phone-chan it’s not like that <3 ur popular in my heart :)

Iwaizumi curses at the blush that follows reading that. He will not allow himself to get flustered over that, it was a joke!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You gee thanks 

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao besides i still know the third years! i'm just saying i don't know them that well!!

hanamaki, matsukawa and iwaizumi. they're a close friend group, so i expect one of then is you

When he reads his name, he doesn't know whether to deny it completely, or confirm that it's him. Hajime puts his phone down and paces for a bit, wondering if he's fucked up. When he checks his phone again, chewing on his lip, he guffaws at the message they've left.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ...judging from how you're not replying, you are.

but since i don't know which one, i'll decide on calling you phone-chan, yeah?

When Iwaizumi met whoever they were, he was gonna give them a lecture of a lifetime about not being a smartass.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You fine, yeah. i am one of them. but now you owe me a hint too!

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

well, i suppose i do!

i'm one of the girls in the class that actually has oikawa's number. he half forced me to give it to him, actually, but it's still been fun talking with him.

(not as much as talking with you, phone-chan!)

and i also totally get why he's annoying.

Iwaizumi feels a tiny bit of jealously bubbling up- irrational, because he's only been texting them for about half a month. His friend's statement about liking talking with him more than Oikawa makes him a little pleased, because people didn't usually pick his pretty best friend over him (selfish, yeah, but he's tired of girls asking him to deliver chocolates to the setter and befriending him in hopes of getting closer to Tooru.)

But girls who had his number? Only the ones Oikawa actually had an interest in.

The grand total of the people in his class with the brunet's number was three, because as courteous and as flirtatiously he acts, he accepts and turns down people normally, and doesn't like hurting girls as much as his playboy rep boasts (Iwaizumi's always liked that about him.) The three girls he knew of consisted of Aoi, his ex, Reina, who unbeknownst to Oikawa at the time, swang the other way, and...

You.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao i know that aoi, reina and (name) has his number...

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao well, one of them is certainly me!

we're both down to three, phone-chan. even ground!

Iwaizumi feels the world cave in on himself, reading the message over and over. Aoi was a nice guy, but he was also the same brand of pompous that Hajime disliked and Oikawa had found cute. They’d ended it horribly, so Hajime was decidedly not looking forward to the possible outcome that it was him, so he casts away the thought before it can solidify in his mind’s eye. Reina didn’t even like guys, so if you were you…

Huh. His mouth’s gone dry suddenly.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You cool cool

 hey i'm gonna head to bed i gotta emotionally prepare for voluntarily walking into japanese lit class with tatsuya sensei on my ass

sorry to cut it short

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao aw don't worry about it phone-chan <3

good night! and see you tmrw, whether we know it or not!!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You sleep well

Iwaizumi curses during the 5th hour of trying to sleep. Curse this stupid, stinking crush.

___

He wishes he hadn't asked. He's fine with his favorite crying emoji user knowing who he is, but knowing that it's you sort of struck a pang in his heart that couldn't be undone. He can't concentrate in class, and though he fights it because Oikawa's caught on to this habit, he finds himself staring at you instead of listening to the teacher. The whole situation was annoying!

First he thinks you're cute but he'd chalked it up to never working out because Oikawa had managed to snag your number. Then Oikawa assures him that it's platonic and they only talk about school work which is, to say the least, bullshit, because Oikawa can't actually text without getting distracted. His best friend has a tendency to rant about volleyball or start gossiping when his phone is within reach, and it's why his study sessions happen with Hajime next to him (and even with him, Oikawa still manages to get his grubby hands on his phone.) His best friend was absolutely up to something, and it had been killing Iwaizumi that he didn't know what it was.

And then he'd gotten that cute, fated, statistically impossible text from a wrong number, and fallen into a cute flirting-but-not-really routine. They were kind, sweet, and willing to help him with trivial things like homework and make him his favorite food.

It was easier not really knowing who it was! That was mean to admit, sure, but even when Hajime had started catching feelings for the mystery number, he'd rationalised that it could never be you. Slowly but surely, his mystery texter had been getting him out the slump he had been feeling over his unrequited feelings, and instead of wondering about you, he was wondering when the next mystery number text would come.

But now you're her and she's you and his brain is going to explode. He doesn't have enough brain cells for this.

Hajime sighs, looking away from you and back to his worksheet. Algebra stares back at him with no mercy. "I have no brain cells." He mutters, amending his thoughts. In the seat next to him, Oikawa chuckles lightly.

"You've got enough to stare at her, though." He whispers, and Hajime feels his blood boiling. "I swear, when the bell rings, I'm going to-"

The teacher clears her throat loudly. "Iwaizumi-san, if you could refrain from speaking until I've finished..."

Iwaizumi feels his hot rage flood into his cheeks as embarrassment instead. "Of course, sorry sensei."

You catch his eye as he averts his eyes from the teacher, and you smile encouragingly. Hajime thinks the knot in his forehead gets worse. He feels himself go hotter, somehow, and quickly goes back to looking at his math equations. Oikawa's still fucking smirking.

"Denial, Iwa-chan."

There's something fishy in the way that Oikawa texted the group chat about getting lunch. Firstly, Oikawa liked western food for whatever reason, and whenever he asked to go out, he would picked a pricey French place. The rest of the team would debate for about 8 minutes before usually settling on a cheap soba place near the town centre. He'd claimed it was for a post-midterms celebration, and since the Christmas holidays had started, they might as well go somewhere altogether, as a team.

But Oikawa's suggested this expensive ramen place (which... alright, it's not like Oikawa never eats Japanese. But he doesn't prefer it, and Hajime is paranoid about whatever plan his best friend has hatched) and instead of shouting at him to lower the price, Makki and Mattsun agree immediately. Iwaizumi knows Makki is broke this week, after having to buy a replacement volleyball for the one they popped while roughhousing, so he doesn't understand why he'd agree to blowing 2000 yen on a single bowl of ramen.

The rest of the third years decline or agree. Iwaizumi thinks this is for plausible deniability, to make him think it's all alright. But when Oikawa @'s him in chat to confirm for the coming Thursday, he grudgingly agrees. He's wanted to try that ramen place for a while, anyway, and he's putting too much thought into this. It was just lunch with the team. It's fine.

Then the coming Thursday rolls around, and he's been standing outside the ramen place for 5 minutes and no-one is here and he's going to kill Oikawa-

To: [crying baby noises] From: You oikawa i swear to god where the fuck is everyone. i'm going to aim every spike in practice to you i swear. yahaba would help me

To: You From: [crying baby noises] WAHAHAHA it's okay iwa-chan, someone else you like much better than our sweaty volleyball team is coming ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

To: [crying baby noises] From: You die in a ditch

To: You From: [crying baby noises] you won't be saying that after ur first date! (☆ω☆)

here's her number, since ur gonna need it!

[CRYING BABY NOISES] HAS SENT YOU A CONTACT

Iwaizumi grumbles the entire time he's punching in the number, intending to tell you that you've been set up and you don't need to bother coming, but his phone shows up with an error that he's already got the number saved. He stares at the notification, blinking once, twice, before the elation sets in and-

"Ah, Iwaizumi?" You call his name, walking quickly towards him and giving him a bashful smile. "Sorry I'm late. I wasn't worried because I thought it was just going to be Oikawa talking my ear off, but he texted me to say... well."

He just says your name, blushing but still grinning. You chuckle, and the little display of happiness pushes him to at least try and say something, "Oikawa gave me your number, but..." Iwaizumi trails off.

"He sent yours too." You explain, pulling your phone out and, at last, he's given proof that you're the mystery number and his grin manages to get wider. The cool winter air bites less than it did before. "But I already had it saved."

"Me too." Hajime says, taking a step closer to you and taking a hand tentatively. Your fingers slip between his, and your cheeks are pink from more than just the cold.

"I had a feeling it was you." You admit, still looking at him the way you do in his dreams. "It's nice to finally meet you properly, Phone-chan."

[rcbinpenn]

hey hey hey!! i’m jay (he/him), and i’m here live to bring robin penn to the scene. he’s your run of the mill uber progressive film bro whose interests include whole foods, organically-rolled joints, and being the wokest person in the room. more info below the cut, and feel free to message me if you wanna plot :))

( avan jogia, cis male, he/him ). hey, isn’t that [ ROBIN PENN ] walking down bennington street? i think the [ 25 ] YEAR OLD [ FILMMAKER ] is from [ CHERRY HILLS VILLAGE, CO ]. i’ve heard some rumors down at ginger’s, saying that they're [ SELF-RIGHTEOUS AND GUARDED ], but then again they’re known to be [ CHARMING AND INNOVATIVE ].  either way, they seem to be interesting, hope they’ll stick around.

stats ; 

full name: robin chatura penn

place and dob: cherry hills village, co on november 23rd, 1994 (did i do that math right oh god) 

sexuality: pansexual

zodiac sign: sagittarius

hogwarts house: gryffindor

parallels: kyle scheible (lady bird), vanessa abrams (gossip girl), elliot alderson (mr. robot), miss grotke (recess), tyler durden (fight club), kate stratford (10 things i hate about you), diane nguyen (bojack horseman), jay gatsby (the great gatsby) 

background ; 

okay so! first thing to know about robin is that he’s hella disingenous about his background, so even though this is like ~ the truth ~ he’s definitely told your character something different (although he tries to mention his past as little as possible, mostly just sprinkles tidbits that he knows he can keep up) when they ask 

but with that being said !!! robin penn grows up in upper class suburbia and it’s the thing he hates the most about himself. he’s the third of five kids so he’s got huge middle child syndrome, but also since his parents had like four other kids to show off they were kind of content with him doing his own thing? so he becomes the black sheep of the penn family easily, and is also kind of the outcast of his entire neighborhood? but i mean, they looked down on him and at the same time he looked down on them from his high horse of progressivism, so it was all very mutual

but growing up without any tangible people to relate to isn’t all bad, because it’s how he discovers movies! he watched every classic there is pretty quickly and moved onto niche foreign films, which is why he’s now so well-versed in like absurdist french films from the late 80′s when nobody else gives a fuck

he makes his first film at fifteen and uploads it to youtube, where it does fairly well!! it by now means makes him a viral sensation or anything, but it’s successful enough to make him a god amongst the outcasts and artsy types at his high school. this is where a lot of his ego and confidence and “i’m woker than you” complex gets super intensified, because the kids he was surrounded by were all entitled rich preps who were like ~wow you know about the war in iran~ and loved to put him on a pedastal of knowing so much about the world and being such an activist when he’s really just another left-leaning anarcho-socialist

his parents try for like .2 secs to convince him that the film industry is unreliable and not the best to go into, but he obviously doesn’t listen so they cough up some money and send him off to usc

and finally!! he is free from his upbringing!! he can be whoever he wants!! so that’s exactly what he does. i’ll just insert this portion of my app in bc i think it encapsulates it pretty well: and this is where robin 2.0 begins. it’s not that he’s ashamed of where he comes from - except that, well, yes he is. he hates the idea of making all these pictures about oppression and class struggle only to come from the dictionary definition of affluent privilege. so he doesn’t lie, necessarily, but he does borrow some storylines from the thousands of movies he’s seen in his life. at freshman orientation he comes from a poor village in east india; at a party downtown he’s from the wrong side of the tracks in the bronx; and at a local art gallery, where he first meets raphael brooks, he’s from a broken home on the outskirts of san francisco. he is the writer of his own life, able to keep each storyline perfectly separate, and he doesn’t say a word to anyone when he goes back to his million-dollar estate in the hills of colorado

he does well at film school, he makes some pretty decent films and because of his charming and magnetic nature he gets a good bit of job offers that would have him staying in la BUT he’s like “fuck that, la is superficial and pretentious and i’m gonna go to new york and make REAL art”

so he does, kind of? i’m literally so tired asfjkaslj i’m sorry i’m just gonna copy and paste more from my app, fuck original wording all my homies hate original wording: new york is everything he imagined it to be and yet nothing like it at all. he’s a stranger in this city all over again, and while that excites him as far as being able to craft a new character for himself, it also means he’s starting from scratch. and while everyone in california is obsessed with the glitz and glamour of movies, it feels like robin’s style of grit and provocativeness is the status quo amongst new york filmmakers. he finds himself resorting back to that rich boy attitude buried deep within him, wanting to be worshipped for his artistry and originality without wanting to put in any of the work. it’s been months now since he’s been able to beat this lazy streak and start on a new project, and it’s left him relying on asking his parents for rent money while telling everyone he’s just raking in an income from old and new projects alike. still, now that he’s in this rut, he can’t help but pass the days and wonder: is this it for him? is he a one-hit wonder only capable of regurgitating what everyone around him has already produced, or is there still a story inside of him to tell?

that’s it, i think !! i’m sorry i’m functioning on so little sleep, feel free to message me with any questions or concerns or complaints or PLOTS very excited to get started, xoxoxo

[dedicatedfollower467]

DIRK’S PESTERQUEST ROUTE REACTIONS AS THEY HAPPEN

spoilers etc. yada yada yada i’ve been waiting for this for fucking EVER.

this is fucking massive, for the record.

“The one and only” lmao suuuuuuure whatever you say dirk.

i fucking adore his metal scuba suit though holy SHIT

“[talking in meatspace] isn’t exactly my forte” akdfsljkadsfhksadf you bet your ASS it isn’t mr. strider. (at this point i’m assuming this is actually hal, wouldn’t be the first time that we met “dirk” and it turned out to be hal)

the power of his own “voice” is almost too much for him MY CHILD.

OH HELLO HAL. GOOD TO SEE YOU USING YOUR USUAL RED. LOVE THE THEME MUSIC CHANGE TOO. IT’S GOOD MUSIC.

i fucking KNEW it i fucking knew that was hal lmao

so in that case HI DIRK HELLO MY ASSHOLE BABY CHILD.

“The use of the speaker system is new, but it makes sense he’d up his game for interfering with relationships I’m busy forging in 3D. I guess I should go ahead and be proud of him for it.” god i really wish dirk and hal could get along but they both hate themselves and therefore each other way too much for that...

“Every line of muscle in his body is held in excruciating placidity. You’ve never seen a jaw so purposefully unclenched” dIRK!!!!

“you’ll prove it to him with your deeds. it seems like that might be his love language” BOY FUCKING HOWDY IS IT. also how did i never put that together before ofc dirk’s love language is acts of service practically everything he does is an attempt to serve his friends in some capacity and he’s SO BAD at telling them with words.

(his secondary love language is gifts, evidence: brobot and detective pony)

god i’m so excited and so nervous lmao

i love this sprite with the verrrrrry slight smile he looks so sweet.

hell yes the fucking ROCKET BOARD.

“this is a much more comfortable thing for him than the conversation was” I’LL FUCKING BET IT IS.

“with Dirk it’s almost like he’d be less penetrable without [his shades]” oh well now THAT’S an interesting thought/observation.

holy shit that’s a cute fucking smile holy shit holy shit look at that grin AHHHH I’M DYING MY BOY IS SMILING.

“Not sure how well my deep, personal beef with the imagery of the sea will land for you, but there it is.” WELL THAT CERTAINLY MAKES THAT ONE LINE FROM HOMESTUCK 2 A LOT MORE EMOTIONAL, WHICH IT ALREADY DEFINITELY FUCKING WAS.

“Ace Attorney monologue” OMFG HAS DIRK PLAYED AA??? WHO’S HIS FAVORITE CHARACTER? WHAT’S HIS FAVORITE GAME?? i mean he’s definitely got the hair to be a fucking ace attorney character especially in pesterquest lmao

OH MY FUCKING GOD IS HE HOLDING BACK A LAUGH. IS THAT WHAT THAT MOUTH IS. HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. I LOVE HIM. I LOVE THIS ALKJADSFLADHADS

“He’s leaning forward, laughing, dimples carved into his freckled cheeks. There’s a small twist in your heart about it, and you can’t place why.” A *SMALL* TWIST? A SMALL TWIST? TRY A TWIST THAT’S WRENCHING MY HEART WIDE FUCKING OPEN AND SPILLING ITS CONTENTS ALL OVER THE FUCKING PLACE.

“At least make me try and earn it first.” THAT’S THE MOST DIRK THING I’VE EVER HEARD AND ALSO FUCKING HEARTBREAKING WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

“I can just fold [my hand] and hope your shit works out instead.” Ah yes, dirk’s incessant and almost pathological need to be in control at work again.

“I want to be the only one in charge of endangering my own life. You got me.” oh dirk. oh honey.

“How much has this boy wanted to be known?” oh okay yeah that’s fine i didn’t need my heart anyway pesterquest, you can have it.

oh. hi ultimate dirk. i fucking knew this was gonna fucking happen.

“i can’t believe i was ever this pathetic” LEAVE HIM ALONE. (but also i know you can’t because you fucking hate yourself and it’s fucking tragic)

OH. OH OKAY WE’RE NOT JUST GONNA BE FUCKING NARRATIVE WE’RE GONNA BRING THE ACTUAL FUCKING DUDE HERE.

AND WE’RE GONNA PLAY AN OMINOUS-ASS VERSION OF "BEATDOWN” HOLY SHIT. CHRIST CAN WE GET ANY MORE HEAVY HANDED HERE????

also holy shitting christ ultimate dirk is swole. ‘twink ass bitch’ my ass, he’s at least a twunk.

“You fuck off and let people live their arcs.” NO FUCKING WAY, NOT IF HIS IS GOING TO END UP AS YOU, DICKHEAD.

“Oh fuck.

You remember it.

You remember Homestuck.”

well, probably not all of it, it’s pretty goddamn long, and very hard to remember all the details. i should know, i’m currently re-reading it.

oh no.

oh no, this looks like regular dirk but ominous “beatdown” is playing which makes me very fucking nervous.

“You cared about him before you knew every tiny fucked up detail about his life, and now, with a reminder of where his story leads leaning smugly against the railing, you find you still do.” YOU BET YOUR FUCKING ASS I DO!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

“He’s intense and pushy and profoundly complicated, and right now he is helping you to your feet, his hand steady and firm on your back as you find your balance.” I’M CRYING.

“This isn’t as simple as an evil Dirk and a good one. If you’ve learned anything from your travels it’s that everyone has the capacity for hurt inside them, and everyone the capacity for love.” I’M STILL CRYING.

“The combo of all splinters of Dirk, fermenting in his flesh container and not holding onto his shit nearly as well as he likes to pretend” an apt and succinct description of ultimate dirk.

“No, I can see it. If anyone was going to pull off an “I’m you, but stronger,” it would be all of me, combined.” DIRK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

“Your allegiance is not to the story, but to the people within it.” A-FUCKING-MEN MSPAR!!!

“The ends always justifies the means, Dirk.” I feel like that’s the breaking point there. IDK what’s going to happen next but that line sure was a line about philosophy, aka one of Dirk’s biggest special interests.

“[Ultimate Dirk] doesn’t have to work overtime to create more pain just so he can feel like he’s in control of how much punishment he gets and how badly he deserves it!”

oh.

oh wow.

oh WOW that’s hitting it on the fucking nose, MSPAR.

“He’s going to drown in [longing and loathing and Ultimate Dirk] if you don’t do something” STOP COMING BACK TO THAT GODDAMN LINE PESTERQUEST YOU’RE FUCKING KILLING ME HERE.

“You know how he loves -- though it’s fierce (to a definite fault), he does not do it easily.” STOP MURDERING MY HEART WITH PERFECT SNAPSHOTS OF DIRK AS A PERSON EVERY TWO SECONDS MSPAR I CAN’T HANDLE IT.

AHHHHHHHH IT’S DAVE!!! IT’S FUCKING. CANDY DAVE. I JUST. I CANNOT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!

“you look like someone ironed the mayor so that’s a million more points in your favor” DAAAAAAVE!!!!

“Dave pulls him into a short, back-thumping bro hug which Dirk weathers like a wet cat not trusting a towel to dry him off.” AAAAAHHHHHHHH I’M FUCKING DYING I’M DYING I’M DYING HELP I’M DYING GOD HELP HOLY SHIT, FIRST OF ALL, THE SPRITE/ILLUSTRATION, SECOND OF ALL, THAT DESCRIPTION OF DIRK, THIRD OF ALL I’M FUCKING DYING

CANDY DAVE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

you deserve so much better than the raw hand the candy epilogue dealt you jfc.

“Bringing fucking guns to a knife fight here.” I mean, did you really expect MSPAR to play fair when the health and happiness of all their best friends is at stake, UD?

SAD ENDING IS SAD.

“Be good to that me, will you? Treat him right?”

dirk, this is yourself. you’ve never treated yourself right. ever. tbqh you probably never will. ultimate dirk is absolutely no different.

(but also this makes me wonder if we’re gonna see “Trust yourself” timeline Pesterquest Dirk showing up in Homestuck 2? That would be fucking wild I’d love to see that.)

“are we anti-ocean here”

“Oh yeah, extremely.”

YES, WE FUCKING ARE, AND AGAIN WITH THE REFERENCES TO HOMESTUCK 2 JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

oh, of fucking course ultimate dirk’s a sore loser, he’s ultimate dirk, fucking duh.

“You did it. You got him a good end.” i fucking love that this game is literally just. explicitly saying exactly what i was freaking over and desperately wanted.

like i’m just gonna take a moment here to admit that i was really nervous that dirk would end up like candy timeline dirk and just off himself. i was really afraid that a good end just straight up wasn’t possible.

i love that it’s not. and i equally love that the game acknowledges that a FUCKTON of us really wanted to give him that.

“Maybe [Doc Scratch] and Ultimate Dirk were working together the whole time.” maybe doc scratch has been ultimate dirk this whole time. or vice versa.

“There are just so many details to remember” lmao i made that point like a dozen paragraphs up.

i.... do not recognize the text style of whoever just say “hey. we can talk about this.”

IT’S HUSSIE. HOLY SHIT. IT’S DEFINITELY 100% HUSSIE.

i....... don’t know who that is? the woman?

is this like. the person who’s been running pesterquest?

it totally is.

i don’t know who that is i don’t know enough about the homestuck machine to know who that actually is.

lmao ultimate dirk and the irl director are fighting over how incredibly self-indulgent this metanarrative is, which is fucking amazing. i kind of love this? i really kind of adore this.

i can’t help but notice that the director has blank white eyes.

i.e. the Author is already dead, yo.

“They’re just an artifact of the medium” HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS FANTASTIC. I AM HAVING SO MUCH FUN HERE.

“I’d say thanks but I feel like you all got more out of it than me” I’M DYING I LOVE THIS HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY.

“Stop flirting with my audience you anime ass motherfucker” LMAOOOOOOOO

“I wouldn’t look like this if you didn’t want me to” I KNOW I’M JUST QUOTING BASICALLY THIS WHOLE THING BUT LISTEN I LOVE IT, I FUCKING LOVE IT, IT’S FUCKING PERFECT, GOD. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THIS IS SO GOOD.

“I actually let the artists have a lot of creative license” somebody’s horny for ultimate dirk.

eridan DESERVES that gender arc and i’m excited for him.

“Happy people don’t get stories told about them.” I’m sorry, I’ve read enough Domestic Fluff fanfic to tell you that’s just blatantly not true, Ultimate Dirk.

wait.

wait wait wait wait.

pesterquest is a RETCON???????????

THAT was not something i was expecting

you click “don’t” betray your friends and pesterquest just fucking closes like this is fucking undertale jesus fucking christ.

but....

i don’t wanna betray my friends.

but i wanna see what happens....

god dammit this is exactly like the murder run of undertale, i don’t wanna do it but i have to know.

“Andrew Hussie would never do this to me” yeah well, Andrew Hussie barely ever interacted with you soooooo...

and if i throw the beta in the sewer again pesterquest quits. again.

i mean, i knew it would but... *sigh*

that’s a fucking depressing ass ending.

... except that “Savior of the Waking World” still hasn’t been unlocked...

Huh.

I’m... gonna see what happens if I start John’s route over again.

oh duh, of course it’s a retcon, MSPAR touched the Homestuck juju. i forgot about that.

(a big part of me wants to look up the process of getting the true ending. but a bigger part of me wants to figure it out for myself.)

hmmm. okay so replaying john’s ending once didn’t do it.

i guess i coooooould try replaying the whole thing? that sounds. like a lot of effort.

or i could try not betraying my friends approximately five million times let’s see what happens if i do that.

i’m going to do that experimenting in another post cuz this is already huge. see ya in part two.

[animatical-fandoms]

Kwami Swap Week Masterpost

Long post ahead; buckle up!

TIKKI

Adrien/Catbug- Well, it’s going to be canon. He needs to call Mari “Kitty” and hearing him say “miraculous ladybug” will be amazing

Alya/Ladybird - My personal design for @lunian‘s Ladybird AU. It’s awesome, go read their work!

Nino/Ladybeetle - In this AU, Mari was too nervous, despite Chat’s belief, and gives Nino the ladybug miraculous. He and Chat!Adrien are the best of friends, and Adrien lowkey crushes on him almost as bad as Mari!Ladybug.

Chloe/Lady Scarlet - My interpretation of the wonderful @zoe-oneesama‘s Scarlet Lady AU. 

Luka/Redbug - Plain and simple, Master Fu showed up a few years earlier, and ran into this kindhearted musician before Mari. TBH Luka is one of my faves, so he’s going to show up for the majority of the week because I loved playing around with designs for him

Felix/Lord Coccinelle- He doesn’t get cursed with bad luck, but with a kwami that insists he be responsible and help poor Lady Noire (Bridgette) break her curse. He’s gentler, kinder as a bug than as Felix, always happy to help others and to calm akuma victims after a fight. He’s drawn to Lady Noire, ever melancholy and mysterious, and lets himself loose with an edge against Bridgette because that’s how he’s always been.

PLAGG

Marinette/Lady Noir - Again, based off of the leaked art. I just really, really hope she’ll call Adrien some version of My Lady, and make at least one cat pun.

Alya/Nina Noir - Instead of Master Fu picking Adrien, he asks New Ladybug who she would like by her side. Obviously Alya is the first choice, and she’s ecstatic to be a superhero, keeping the Ladyblog focused on Ladybug because, you know, she can’t record herself. Nino and Adrien crush HARD on the new superheroes, and while that frustrates Mari, Alya is absolutely delighted.

Nino/Felus - Adrien pulls a Marinette, afraid that he’ll get caught since he’s under so much scrutiny as a model with a ton of visibility, and though it physically pains him to not fulfill his magical girl dreams, he knows Nino would be an amazing hero. Nino takes it in stride, and he and Mari!Ladybug are the bros to end all bros. Alya, crushing on Chat!Nino, creates both the Ladyblog and another blog dedicated to Nino’s alter ego. His thought? Best girlfriend ever.

Chloe/Duchess Noir - Adrien did the above, but with Chloe, thinking her confidence would be an asset  Mari as Ladybug would be irritated by Duchess, but it becomes a series of growing moments for Chloe, because she gets to see what a force she really can be on people’s lives and gets better at the Friend Thing.

Luka/Pantheon - My boy omg this one was fun to draw. Kinda similar AU to him as Ladybug. 

Bridgette/Lady Noire - Reverse PV - Bridgette thought her luck was bad enough with her being unable to speak at a normal pace and pitch in front of her crush, not to mention her clumsiness makes her look like a fool during their dance classes. Now she’s cursed with a god of destruction and a Perfect Superhero Partner - well, at least her clumsiness disappears when she’s Lady Noire. A shadow to Lordbug’s light. She knows it’s as hopeless to try and break her curse with him as it is to get together with Felix, so she just stands aside as his protector.

TRIXX

Marinette/Fennette - See the Ladybird AU with Alya; I couldn’t help myself!

Adrien/Kitsune - In the world where Alya is Chat and Mari is Ladybug, the two need help against the multiplying twins, same as before. Except Mari goes to lonely Adrien who she knows would be amazing. And the nerd goes for an anime name immediately. 

Nino/Volpino - The above babysitting disaster happens to be Nino’s little cousin, Chris, rather than Alya’s sisters, so Mari offers the fox miraculous to him. He and Adrien get to be bros for all sides of the mask. Alya makes an entirely new blog dedicated to the new fox.

Chloe/Mistress Amber - She made like Queen Bee and stole it, thinking: I can do way better than Lila because I won’t be faking it.

Luka/Vulpes - He probably would get this if another akuma was the reason they needed the Fox - maybe if Fu gave it to Ladybug while his mom was akumatized and he was worried about everyone’s safety.

Felix/Reynard - He was free of the Black Cat’s curse, and the miraculous could no longer be his. It got passed to Adrien through Fu without him knowing, and as soon as he sees his little brother vaulting across the city in a catsuit (without stripper boots, what the hell Plagg why did you make me suffer this way) he storms up to Fu’s place and says give me the fox those are small children my god and becomes Mentor #1 to the new Chat and Ladybug. Naturally, no one catches on that he’s himself. He’s a professional at this secret identity thing.

WAYZZ

Marinette/Mlle. Bouclier - In the world where Nino and Adrien are Ladybug and Chat respectively, Alya has been chosen as the fox. During Anansi, though, she’s captured - so Nino’s like omg Marinette could be the turtle and Marinette, upon receiving it, is having major panic mode set in, but you know, she does her best. Adrien takes a look at her protecting them and is like omg my Lady, a la Alya knowing exactly who Carapace was, but he keeps it to himself, and becomes more comfortable and flirty with Mari.

Adrien/La Tortue - Don’t know if this fits in with any of the others … but probably Chat!Chloe verse, and Marinette is like please can you be my partner forever

Alya/Turtledove - Instead of her getting kidnapped during Anansi, it’s Nino, since Nora had a beef with him being too girly. She totally saves him and fangirls over being a superhero and he just knows.

Chloe - How did this happen? I’m not even sure.

Luka - Both Alya and Nino are unavailable during Anansi, so Marinette is like, Luka was super helpful on the boat and is super nice let’s do this.

Bridgette - Fox!Felix verse - she sees her boyfriend, who was once Chat, as a fox teaching the two bb heroes the ropes. She goes to Fu, stands in the door with her eyebrow raised.  Fu had meant for her to succeed him as guardian anyway, and she takes up a job at his place so he can still hang out with Wayzz. She becomes Mentor #2 and is basically Mulan in fighting style - totally unexpected strategies. (It’s her fault that identity reveals happen, idk how, but it is)

POLLEN

Marinette/Marigold - My version from the Lady Scarlet universe!

Adrien/Goldenbee - From the universe where Chloe ends up as Chat, Marinette is super protective of this sunshine bee boy

Alya/Honeybee - Marinette actually? Gets the Bee Miraculous to Alya instead of losing it to Chloe?

Nino/Bumble - Mari’s mind goes to Nino instead of Alya when the Bee is needed, and she makes it to him.

Alix/Piquer - After seeing her do so awesome with Reverser, Marinette turns to Alix for help as the Bee. 

Max - well, I don’t have too much of a headcanon for him, but @kwamiswaps did a fanfic, so that’’s what this design is for! (I did little suspender stripes without meaning to omg I really do like how it turned out)

DUSUU

Marinette/Bluebird - The Peacock wasn’t damaged, just disappeared - and, while visiting Adrien for a study session, she ends up with a new bird friend.

Adrien/La Paon - He inherits it from his mom okay??? Like, Fu has it and knows and is like your mother would have wanted you to have this. And this pisses off Hawkmoth to no end because he thinks whoever stole it is Definitely Not Adrien and is disgracing his wife’s name. Obviously a lot of drama. 

Alya/Ava Azure - Swap the Peacock for the Fox - let’s just say Hawkmoth had a direct source to mess with Lila. Instead of illusions on the night the twins start multiplying, she creates a summoned creature to lure them all together.

Nino/Plume - The Peacock was damaged still, but Nino was willing to risk that to save his girlfriend and the city after a really nasy attack

Chloe/Royal Blue - Somehow, since the Mayor was friends with Gabriel and his wife, he ended up in possession of the Peacock before Gabriel knew what it was. Chloe gets her hands on it relatively at the same time she would have gotten the Bee and is just as Extra(TM).

Jagged/Pavo - He deserves to be a flashy birb. His suit would have sequins if I’d had time. 

NOOROO

Marinette/Mariposa - Mayura is the main villain in this universe, and Emilie is comatose because of a damaged Ladybug Miraculous. Adrien is still Chat, but he makes “my wings” and “my little butterfly” comments rather than “My Lady”. Gabriel has Nathalie generally doing his dirty work, and he calls Emilie his lady. Mari uses her friends’ best qualities to fight against the beasts Mayura creates.

Adrien/Papillon - He’s been Chat for some time, but now Gabriel has been revealed to him and Mari, and he gets really, really angry, and steals the miraculous as Adrien. This is a Problem. Plagg is concerned Adrien is getting too angry to deal with powers of destruction full-time, so Adrien brings him to Fu and alternates between Plagg and Nooroo, and he confronts Gabriel a lot as the Butterfly because betrayal reasons. Ladybug is concerned, but she trusts him and that’s what gets him through.

Nino/Wingbeat - He is So Supportive of his friends, okay? He gets chosen as the Butterfly holder when, say, Bridgette has the Turtle and they manage to take it from Hawkmoth but still need help getting the Peacock or some other stolen one.

Chloe/Madame Monarch - Okay, this version of Chloe does not get a redemption arc, like, ever - she’s Hawkmoth. Straight up.  She starts every akuma purposefully, becomes a villain, etc.  Don’t ask why; I don’t know - attention? I prefer Redeemed!Chloe, but I feel like she’d totally be past saving as this particular supervillain.

Kagami/Painted Lady - Adrien gets to pick some new holders in my personal headcanon. Let’s say while the Mouse and Snake go to Mari and Luka, they get the Butterfly so Adrien chooses Kagami because she tried to help him and she wouldn’t let her emotions get in the way when she chooses people with her powers.

Felix/Hawkmoth - Brother!AU. He was Chat Noir when he was younger, has been abroad with Bridgette, and comes home to see the canon situation. He is Not Fooled by Adrien, Mari, anyone - he’s been there, and he has distance of not knowing most of the people involved, so he gets very, very, angry. He knows his father is Hawkmoth. So he steals the butterfly and sides with Ladybug and Chat Noir, who are both thankful but confused at this new Butterfly who’s So Angry - Adrien doesn’t figure it out, but he comforts Felix without meaning to and Felix is so touched. Felix eventually reveals that he knows who the previous Hawkmoth and the current (insert new villain identity) is - Gabriel Agreste. Obviously disbelief and angst, but he reveals himself and is like I am the last person to want Gabriel to actually be a supervillain  and Agreste brotherly bonding and HawkDad butt-kicking. 

Another universe idea I had was that Felix and Adrien share the cat and the butterfly, trading depending on what’s needed. 

That’s a wrap!

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mister long term booty call chapter three “Please, daddy, teach me some manners”

If you haven’t read the first two chapters you can read them here

If you’d like to watch the trailer I put out this week you can watch it here

And if you’d like to listen to a fuckboyrry inspired playlist while you read you can listen here 

Hope you all enjoy! :)

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November 4th, 2011

 “Jacob!” You shout, hoping to catch your friend before he gets on his bus.

He turns around with wide eyes, searching for whoever’s shouting his name and that’s when you see him walk up to Jacob, throwing his arm over his shoulder as both of them laugh about something he’s said.

No, that’s not possible. Jacob’s your only friend you’ve made this year so far and he’s friends with Harry?

“Oh, hey, Y/N!” Jacob calls, waving at you across the lawn, “This is that girl I was telling you about that’s like stupidly smart in my algebra class, she solves most of the equations before Mr. Lancy even finishes reading them.” He explains to Harry and you watch as the grin on Harry’s face grows when he realizes you two have a friend in common.

“Is that so?” Harry laughs, “She’s in my English class, we’re seat neighbors.”

“Oh no way!” Jacob grins, looking between the two of you, “You two already know each other! That’s awesome, we should all hang out sometime.”

You start to say, “No thanks,” at the same time that Harry says, “Definitely.”

Both of you stop midsentence and you look up to meet his wide eyes just as Jacob’s bus pulls up under the pavilion. He excuses himself from the awkward exchange between the two of you, assuring you both that he’ll see you tomorrow and suddenly the two of you are alone.

“You don’t like me much, do you?” Harry asks, that devious smile on his face as always.

“Took you long enough.” You groan, rolling your eyes as you turn away from him, but he jogs after you, grabbing the back of your shirt.

“What did I ever even do to you?” He laughs, shoving his sweaty hair out of his face, “This is a level of hatred I have yet to acquire within a few months of knowing someone.”

“You really have no idea, do you?” You ask inquisitively finally meeting his aloof gaze.

“Not a clue.”

You shake your head in disbelief, wishing you could shove him on the ground and walk away just like he did to you, “You ran straight into me,” You say finally, “On the first day, knocked me to the ground and didn’t even offer to help me up, just said watch it.”

“What?” He scoffs, “No I didn’t-oh wait-that was you?”

“Yup Styles, that was me,” You huff, turning away from him and putting in your earbuds, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to walk home.”

“You walk?” He asks, jogging to catch up and walk in front of you backwards.

“Don’t tell me you do too.” You groan, trying to sidestep him.

“Today I do,” He chuckles, turning around to walk beside you and grab the earbud out of your ear, “What are we listening to?”

“I’m listening to Neon Trees.” You quip, reaching to grab your earbud back.

“Gross,” He cringes, snatching your headphones out of the aux on your iPod and plugging it into his own, “This is Dance Gavin Dance, real music.”

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“Harry, Harry,” You laugh, grabbing him by the unruly curls on top of his head, “We’re already late.”

He lifts his head from sponging kisses up your neck with that usual shit-eating grin on his face. Your fingers are still wound through his hair and when you catch a glimpse of his sparkling eyes, his arms snaking even tighter around your waist, you find yourself pulling him up to meet your lips by his hair.

“What happened to we’re already late?” He grins against your lips and you pull away, giving him a glare.

“You know what, you’re right,” You smirk, climbing off his lap and returning to the passenger seat, “We should get in there.”

“Oh, come on Y/N,” He groans, grabbing at your hands and trying to pull you back to him, “I was joking, come on, five more minutes.”

You swat his hands away with a giggle, flipping open the visor mirror in the car and gasping when you see the countless pink splotches across your neck. You roll your eyes, flipping the mirror closed and turning back to him with daggers for eyes.

“Harry!” You scold, pointing to the red marks right at the hollow of your throat, “What were you thinking?”

“Your hair covers it just fine.” He reasons.

“No, it doesn’t!” You shriek, running a hand through your hair in frustration, “Please tell me you have a hoodie or something.”

“Um,” He hums, leaning over his console to shuffle through his backseat, “I have an extra t-shirt, here, you take the hoodie I’m wearing, and I’ll put on the shirt.”

He pulls his hoodie off and you’re surprised to see nothing underneath it, just rippling muscles and black sketches of ink across his skin. You drag your eyes away, refusing to let him catch you staring and take the red Santa Cruz hoodie, pulling it over your head. When you’re finished dressing you look over to see him now dressed in a rather wrinkled, thin white t-shirt. It’s baggy, the way all his shirts are, but it’s nearly see through, every single one of his stark black tattoos clearly visible through the fabric. You almost want to tell him to put the hoodie back on, you’ll deal with explaining the hickeys if it means he’s not walking around just about shirtless.

“You coming?” He laughs, and you look up suddenly to see him standing outside the car, twirling his keys around his finger.

“Oh, um, yeah.” You stutter, quickly clamoring out of his car and pushing the sleeves of his hoodie up on your arms.

He chuckles when he sees you struggling with the sleeves swallowing your hands and he stops just outside the door, tugging you over to him and taking your hand in his. He rolls each of your sleeves up rather meticulously, making them just the perfect length before looking back up at you with raised eyebrows, clearly waiting for you to say something.

“Thanks.” You laugh and he pulls away from you again, grabbing the door and following you inside.

“There they are!” Jacob grins sarcastically, “Fashionably late as always.”

“You know it,” Harry laughs, grabbing Jacob in a bro-hug before turning to the scoreboard, “Alright who’s ass I gotta beat?”

“Mitch is in the lead man,” Jacob laughs, nodding over to Mitch who’s rather proudly smirking in his chair, “He’s kicking all our asses.”

“For now,” Harry grins cockily as he grabs a ball, “Mitch, get over here.”

Harry turns to Jacob and Mitch in a huddle, throwing his arms over each of their shoulders as they whisper about who knows what. They all break from each other and Mitch sits down on the ground, grabbing the ball from Harry to put in front of him and both Harry and Jacob grab each of his arms.

“Guys! You’re gonna get us kicked out!” You scold through your laughter, watching as Harry and Jacob slide Mitch across the slippery wood of the bowling lane and use him to hit the ball straight into the gutter.

They’re all a mess of giggles as they watch the ball travel in slow motion down the gutter and Harry grabs Mitch’s hand, pulling him back off the ground. Harry and Jacob high five as Jacob’s girlfriend Selena stands up, grabbing a hot pink ball.

“You got it, babe.” Jacob grins, smacking her ass as he walks past her to which she turns around, sending him a glare.

“What shall we do next, boys?” Harry laughs, taking a sip of Jacob’s Mountain Dew from the table behind you.

“Spin me around a ton and then give me the ball and let’s see what happens.” Jacob shrugs, shoveling a handful of fries into his mouth.

“You’re gonna fall on your ass is what’s gonna happen.” Mitch chuckles.

You hear the clatter of pins and look over to see that Selena hit a whole two of them. She sulks back over, and Jacob throws his arm over her shoulders, pecking her temple and the small gesture makes your stomach flutter and your eyes dart to Harry. When you look up at him, he’s already staring before he clears his throat and grabs Mitch by the shoulders, jostling him.

“You ready to go, buddy?” He jokes, shoving Mitch towards the ball return.

Mitch grabs a light blue ball and just as he walks up to the edge of the lane, Harry grabs a lime green ball as well and walks up right beside him. You can’t hear what they’re saying but the mischievous looks on their faces is all you need to see to know they’re up to something.

“Alright,” Mitch laughs, “One, two, three!”

You hold your breath as they both throw their balls down the lane and burst out laughing as they run away from the catastrophe they’ve caused as the balls smack together before both falling into the gutters on either side.

“What the hell are you guys thinking?” Selena laughs, playfully smacking Mitch in the arm.

“Bowling’s fucking boring,” Harry shrugs, “Gotta liven it up a bit somehow.”

“By getting us in trouble?” Selena quips as your roommate Matt stands from his chair to take his turn.

“Who’s gonna come after us?” Harry smirks, “The fucking bowling police?”

Jacob and Mitch crack up along with him and Harry collapses into the seat beside you, grabbing Jacob’s Mountain Dew again. He nonchalantly throws his arm over the back of your chair and you try to hide your smile, looking up at him with a glare but there’s nothing but a giant shit-eating grin on his face.

“Hey, what are we doing after this?”  Harry speaks up.

“My house?” Jacob shrugs, looking between all of you to see what you think.

“You down?” Harry asks, nudging you with his arm sitting behind you.

“Course.” You nod and he leans in a little, making your breath catch in your throat as his eyes dart to your lips before he reaches up and just tucks a piece of hair behind your ear.

You let out a sigh of relief and he chuckles, clearly pleased with himself getting you so nervous and worried that easily. You smack him in the chest as he sits back against his seat and he groans, acting as if it actually hurt before you burst out laughing with him, shoving him out of his seat when it’s his turn to bowl again.

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“Hey, hey, hey, no, that is not how this works,” Harry jokes, poking you in the arm, “You said dare.”

“But then I clearly stated I would prefer truth.” You challenge, poking him back and making him laugh.

“Fine, truth then,” Jacob chuckles, “Umm, how about, uhh, what’s the best sex you’ve ever had?”

Immediately you know your face is as red as a tomato and the room is suddenly a thousand degrees hotter. You can feel Harry’s eyes on you and you just know he’s staring you down with that same cocky smirk you’re so used to.

“Oh my god Jacob, stop being gross,” Selena scoffs, shoving him over and nearly making him spill his beer, “Have you ever smoked before?”

You almost laugh when the question leaves her mouth, “With these four guys as friends?” You scoff, pointing to all of them, “Of course I have.”

They all burst out laughing and Harry throws his arm over your shoulders, “Guilty as charged.” He chuckles, jostling you around and making you grin so hard your cheeks hurt.

“Alright Harry, your turn,” Mitch says, rubbing his hands together deviously, “Truth or dare.”

“Come on, you already know,” Harry says, rolling his eyes, “Dare.”

“Hmm,” Mitch thinks, tapping his chin dramatically, “How about I dare you to kiss Y/N?”

Immediately your whole body locks up, every joint becoming rigid and your muscles tensing to the tenth degree. You’re about to interject when your roommate Matt beats you to it.

“Not much of a dare when they’re already fucking each other guys.” Matt laughs and as soon as the words come out of his mouth you want to melt into the floor and disappear.

“Fucking each other?” Jacob scoffs, turning to the both of you, “No fucking way.”

You look at Harry at the same time he looks at you, both of your eyes wide and your eyebrows raised as if to say, ‘what the fuck are we gonna do?’

“Was that not common knowledge?” Matt asks, “You guys were pretty nonchalant about fucking on every square inch of our apartment for it to be some big secret.”

“Matt, shut up!” You shriek, covering your burning hot face with your hands.

“Every square inch, huh?” Mitch laughs and Harry reaches over and smacks him the arm.

“Well get on with it then,” Matt says, gesturing between the two of you, “Don’t go getting shy now.”

You uncover your eyes to glare at him and he bursts out laughing as you turn to face Harry and he gives you that stupid cocky smirk as always. You’re about to lean in for the quickest peck you can manage when Harry suddenly grabs your face in his hands, leaning into you with his tongue stuck out.

“Ew! Harry gross!” You cringe, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Come on babe, it’s just a kiss” He teases, “What’s wrong?”

You sit there all scrunched up waiting for his tongue to hit your mouth but instead it’s his lips and he’s giggling like a little schoolgirl as he moves his lips against yours.

“Kiss me back you little shit.” He mumbles against your lips and you burst out laughing, pulling away from him to lean your head back in laughter just before you sit back up and grab his face yourself this time.

You press your lips to his and immediately he’s smiling against your mouth, his tongue working obnoxiously against yours and suddenly you’re laughing again as everyone else starts groaning in distaste as the both of you horribly make out.

“Jesus Christ guys,” Jacob laughs, “Save some for the bedroom.” 

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“How’s it look boss?” Matt laughs from the top of the ladder, finishing up with the last of the gold and black streamers draping across the living room.

“Really good actually.” You nod, closing the door behind you as you nearly trip over Harry’s skateboard in the hallway.

“How was work?” Harry asks, appearing from around the corner with flushed cheeks and you find yourself wondering what he’s been doing until he pulls a balloon from his pocket and starts blowing it up.

“Alright I guess, still should be illegal to keep the mall open on fucking New Year’s,” You sigh, dropping your bag and kicking off your shoes, “I think I’m just gonna go take a shower.”

“I’ll join you.” Harry speaks up, dropping the now inflated balloon he was blowing up a few seconds ago.

You turn around to meet his mischievous grin and raised eyebrows, awaiting your answer as you make your way to the bathroom and open the door, “Ladies first.” You tease and he shoves you over, pulling you in after him and shutting the door roughly.

You start the shower and almost instantly the room is fogging up. You surprise yourself when you grab him by the hem of his shirt and tug him over to you, helping him lift it over his head and finally letting your eyes rest on the many swirls of black ink across his chest and shoulders.

“Have you thought about getting any new tattoos recently?” You ask, the thought falling from your mouth before you can catch it.

“A couple.” He shrugs.

“Which one’s your favorite?” You ask, your finger lightly tracing over the left sparrow on his chest.

“Hm,” He hums, his eyes scanning over his skin, “Probably this one.” He nods, pointing to the framed skull on the back of his arm.

He turns a bit so you can get a good look at it, unable to stop yourself as your fingers brush over it, scanning over every line and bit of shading throughout it.

“How about you?” He asks, almost startling you, “Which one’s your favorite?” He smirks, grabbing the waistband of his jeans and tugging them down.

“I um, uh,” You stutter, momentarily thrown off, “I don’t know.”

Your eyes drift over each sketch inked in his skin; the bible, the eagle, the years his parents were born, the laurels over his hips.

“There’s too many to decide,” You laugh, “Am I missing any?”

You know he’s caught onto exactly what you’re doing when that knowing smirk returns to his face. He grabs the waistband of his boxers and shoves them down to his ankles, quirking his eyebrow up and you and making you blush like mad.

“I don’t know,” He smirks, “Are you missing any?”

You shove him over to which he laughs as you take to stripping yourself, tossing your clothes into a heap and pulling him into the shower with you. He nearly trips getting in as you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his stomach as you look up at him.

“How many do you have?” You ask, yet another question falling past your lips without your volition.

“Um, not sure.” He shrugs.

“You don’t have any idea how many you have?” You gasp, detaching yourself from him to soak your hair.

“Last time I counted it was like thirty-two but that was ages ago.” He explains, lathering up shampoo in his hair.

You’re surprised to hear that he has at least thirty tattoos but as your eyes rake over the countless sketches across his skin, you shouldn’t be. It’s probably over forty now. You hardly realize it as you start counting them, mouthing the numbers to yourself as you lift each of his arms to see the ones on his ribcage and the undersides of his biceps.

“What are you doing?” He laughs.

“Hush.” You quip, grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around to make sure you didn’t miss any.

You turn him back around and he looks as you with raised eyebrows as he ducks under the water to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, “So, what’s the verdict?” He asks and you realize that he caught on.

“Fifty-one,” You nod, “What do you think you’re gonna get next?”

“Don’t know,” He laughs, and you can tell he’s surprised when you grab the loofa and start to wash his chest, “Think I might hold off for a bit before I run out of space.”

“You could just stop getting dumb ones.” You tease, moving up to wash his shoulders.

“Hey, I don’t have dumb ones.” He scoffs, snatching the loofa from your hand and washing the rest of himself.

“Harry,” You laugh, “You have ‘big’ on your big toe.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” He smirks, trying to stay serious but you see the small crack of a smile already shining through.

“Oh, nothing,” You giggle, “I think it’s super classy.”

He finally caves, his usual grin returning to his face as he shoves you under the stream of water, making you sputter in protest before he tilts your chin up to face him and he leans down to kiss your pouted mouth.

“You were saying?” He mumbles against your lips, making you gasp into his mouth when his hands grab your ass and you find yourself throwing your arms over his shoulders.

“Harry,” You breathe, taking in a deep gasp of air to clear your head, “People are gonna be here in like twenty minutes.”

He hangs his head on his shoulders as his hands move up to wrap around your waist instead. You laugh as he pouts, slouching down to rest his head on your shoulder.

“Come on pouty boy,” You laugh, turning off the water and standing him back upright, “The party will be over before you know it.”

You step out of the shower and quickly wrap up in a towel, tossing him one too before you slip into your bedroom next door to get dressed. You expect him to come in after you, but your door remains closed as you carefully pick out a satin black thong to put underneath your fishnets and severely ripped black jeans. You’re just stretching your sheer black shirt over your matching black satin bra when he finally walks through your bedroom door and instantly his eyes are about to fall out of his head.

“What do you think?” You ask, doing a little spin.

“Looks uh, looks good,” He says, nodding, “Do you um, have one of my hoodies I can wear?”

“Yeah I should,” You say, pushing past him to shuffle through your closet just as music erupts from the living room, “Guess the party has started.” You laugh, tossing him the black hoodie you found in your closet.

He shrugs it on over his head and it’s almost unfair how good he looks in just a pair of black ripped jeans and a plain black hoodie. He sorts his hair out again in your mirror and you roll your eyes as he checks himself out just a little bit.

“You ready to get out there?” You smirk, bumping your hip against his.

“Honestly,” He sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you to him, “Not really.”

“Nuh, uh, uh, Styles, you’re not getting into these pants until next year,” You tease, kissing his cheek, “I’ve got to get my New Year’s kiss first.”

“I’ll give you as many New Year’s kisses as you want-“

“Midnight, Harry,” You scold, grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the room behind you, “After midnight we can do anything you want.”

“Anything?” He smiles deviously, pulling you back to him.

“Put that grin away and go get me a drink.” You laugh, shoving him off of you and pushing him in the direction of the kitchen.

You meet eyes with your friend Cassidy from your math class as soon as he disappears around the corner and you cross the living room to join the conversation between her, Jacob, and his girlfriend Selena.

“There you are bro,” Jacob laughs, grabbing you for a hug, “I was wondering where the lovely hostess was hiding out.”

“I’m hardly the hostess,” You sigh, “This might as well be Matt’s party.”

“Well can he liven it up a bit?” Cassidy groans, “How about a game of beer pong?” She suggests, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the fold up card table covered in cups.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m down for beer pong.” You say, shaking your head.

“Oh, come on sweetheart, you worried I’m gonna kick your ass or something?” Harry smirks, reappearing from the kitchen and discretely pinching your ass as he walks behind you to the other side of the table.

“Oh, we’re on separate teams now?” You ask, raising your eyebrows, “If I remember correctly, you were begging me to play on your team a few weeks ago.”

“Woah, woah, woah, easy tiger, I wasn’t begging you for anything.” Harry corrects, teaming up with Jacob to fill each up on the table with beer.

“So, what’ll it be then? Girls versus guys?” Selena asks, coming back from the kitchen with another six pack of Coors, “Cause me and these girls will demolish you guys.”

You look up to meet Harry’s face but he’s already staring, that mischievous smirk spreading onto his face when he realizes you’ve seen him. He sends you a wink, mouthing something about demolishing you later tonight and you roll your eyes, flipping him off with a grin. He feigns surprise, holding his hand over his heart in shock and both of you bite your lips trying not to burst out laughing.

“Well let’s get this shit rolling then, huh? Who’s going first?” Jacob asks excitedly, his eyes already glassy.

“Ladies first,” Harry shrugs, bowing obnoxiously and letting you have the table, “Do your worst, girls.”

“Why thank you, gentlemen.” You smirk, lining up to the table first and grabbing the ball from Cassidy.

You make a real show of it, lining up your arm and practicing your throw to land it dead center. You make eye contact with Harry just before you throw the ball, blowing him a kiss and letting the ball finally leave your hand and sink straight into the cup. He can hardly mask the surprise on his face, and you smirk triumphantly as he shakes his head. You’re more than okay with getting him thoroughly riled up tonight.

Jacob steps forward to grab the cup but Harry pushes him out of the way, taking it himself. His eyes don’t leave yours as he brings the cup to his lips and chugs it down in a few gulps. He throws the empty cup behind him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and steps up to the table himself.

“You got this, sweetheart.” You mock, earning yourself a glare.

His serious stare just barely cracks into a smile as he leans over, arching his arm and getting ready to throw, “Watch it, Y/N.”

“Believe me,” You tease, “I’m watching.”

Your words seem to throw him off his game at the last second and the ping pong ball just bounces off the edge of one of the cups before landing on the table. He stands back up with a huff, his eyes locking onto yours and narrowing. The game continues with Jacob and Selena taking the table but you’re still staring at each other, rather flirtatiously glaring at each other, a whole conversation being had with your eyes.

“Yes!” Selena shouts suddenly, “Drink up, babe!”

You turn back to the game to see another cup missing from your side of the table and a very annoyed Jacob is chugging it down. He manages to make a cup and Selena gulps it down in record timing. Soon the table is nearly empty and you’re both down to two cups each.

“Alright Cassidy, no pressure but, we have to win.” Selena laughs, lining her up in front of the table.

She’s only made one cup all night and she’s against Matt who joined the boys’ side about halfway through and hasn’t missed a cup yet. You can feel Harry’s eyes on you as you show her how to line herself up to sink the ball. She bounces it against the table confidently and you suck in a breath as it heads right for the cup. It spins around the rim and you’re almost sure it’s going to bounce out right before it falls in.

“I did it!” She grins, jumping up and down.

You and Selena both grab her, joining in the jumping and sticking your tongues out at the boys. Matt chugs the cup she made and then lines up to sink another cup but the ball misses by a millimeter.

“What the fuck was that, Matt?” Jacob shouts, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him.

“Let’s go babe,” Harry smirks, stepping up to the table, “Let’s show ‘em how it’s done.”

“How about I show you how it’s done?” You counter, bouncing the ball against the table before he has a second to think and landing it straight into their last cup.

You watch as Harry’s mouth falls open, his eyes wide as he stares at you in pure shock. You know he had every intention of getting in your head right before this round where your team had the chance to win and he had the chance to catch up.

“Girls win!” Selena shouts, grabbing you and Cassidy and pulling you into a group hug.

You meet Harry’s eyes amongst the jumping and squealing and you can tell he’s trying to look mad but there’s quite the grin on his face. You break away from the girls to grab the last cup off the table before snatching one of the left-over cups on your side for yourself.

“Good game, Styles,” You laugh, shoving the cup in his hands, “Drink up.”

He takes the cup from your hands and slings his other arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, “I think it’s safe to say you girls won because you happen to have phenomenal teachers.” He teases.

“Bullshit,” You scoff, “I owe all of my success to my grade school basketball coach.”

“Yeah, alright,” He chuckles, taking the cup of beer out of your hand and setting it on the kitchen counter, “What are we drinking?”

“Any sangria back there?” You smirk, leaning on the counter as he bends down to grab the bottle of rum he knows you hide under the sink.

“Nope,” He laughs, “But I do have rum, Hawaiian Punch, and orange juice.”

“And what is that supposed to be?” You ask as he pours three shots of rum into both of the cups in front of him.

“Poor man’s hurricane,” He laughs, filling the rest of the cups with punch and orange juice, and passing it to you, “Bottoms up.”

You bump your cup against his and take a sip, your mouth instantly sated by the explosion of flavor after sticking to mainly cheap beer all night.

“It’s good, huh?” He grins, clearly proud of himself.

“Not too shabby, Styles.” You smile, letting him lead you back to the living room with his arm loosely around your waist.

It’s almost weird, being around all your friends in this very public atmosphere with Harry’s hand around your waist. You know it doesn’t mean anything, he’s always been a real clingy drunk from the beginning, always following you around parties like a wandering puppy or guiding you through them with his arm slung around your shoulders, leaning most of his drunken weight on you, but this definitely feels different.

“So, are you sure we have to wait till after midnight?” He asks, his hand suddenly moving further south and gripping your ass, “Because I would be absolutely fine with going back to your room right about now and-“

Before he can say anything else, Jacob and Matt both call the attention of the partygoers to the front of the living room as they stumble their way on top of the coffee table.

“Somebody! Get the music!” Jacob yells over the crowd and automatically the music dies down to a low buzz in the background.

“Alright, who’s ready for a booze cruise?” Matt shouts, throwing his cup in the air.

“What the hell is a booze cruise?” You ask, leaning over to Harry but before he can even open his mouth, Selena jumps in.

“Oh, just a chugging contest where men take advantage of getting to sit ridiculously close to you in order to make a ‘boat’.” She huffs, rolling her eyes.

“Everyone’s cup needs to be filled right up to the top line, no cheaters or you forfeit the race!” Jacob explains, “But first, how about two team captains?”

You look up at Harry, expecting him to surge forward but he stays right where he is. You rush forward instead, climbing on top of the coffee table right next to Matt.

“Well alright then,” Matt laughs, “Y/N annnnddd-“

“Me.”

You look around the crowd trying to find the source of the voice, but you don’t have to look far before she’s pulling herself up onto the table and standing tall in front of you. It’s none other than Tiffany, Harry’s last flavor of the month that you’re sure he hasn’t bothered to text back for the past couple weeks.

“Alright ladies, pick your teams!” Jacob grins, drunkenly oblivious to the awkward tension between me and Tiffany as she shoots daggers at you.

“I’ll take Selena.” You smirk, knowing she’s the queen of chugging contests at every party.

“Good choice,” Tiffany nods, “I’ll take Harry.”

You wish you could conceal the surprise on your face when the words come out of her mouth. You know she’s trying to mess with you but why should you even care? Harry’s not yours for the taking in the first place, you don’t care who’s team he plays on. They can go make out in the bathroom when this is all over for all you care.

“I um, I’m not playing.” Harry says, his eyes darting between the two of you.

“Oh, come on Harry, don’t be a party pooper.” Tiffany smirks.

He drags himself over to stand beside her and you can feel his eyes on you the entire time, but you don’t give her the satisfaction of looking back at him.

“Alright I’ll take Cassidy, Emily, Anna, and Tana.” You say, flashing Tiffany your fakest smile.

“All girls,” Tiffany scoffs, “Have fun losing, I’ll take Jacob, Matt, Jeremy, and Mitch.”

The boys crowd the table in front of Tiffany as your girls join you and all of you are handed a cup of beer that has apparently been filled to the perfect amount. The music is turned back up as each of your groups assemble on opposite sides of the living room.

“My god, we haven’t got a chance.” Anna sighs, looking over at Tiffany’s testosterone fueled bunch.

“Oh, have a little faith, I think we’ve got it covered,” Selena smirks, sliding up next to you with one hell of a mischievous look on her face, “Alright ladies, me and Y/N will be anchoring the back of this ship. If you’re a wuss and you know it, get your ass to the front, if you know you can down that shit, feel free to chill in the middle.”

In a flurry of drunken movements, your team is assembled into a straight line, each of you slotting your legs around the girl in front of you on the ground. You can literally feel Harry’s eyes piercing into your skull from across the room, but you choose to ignore it.

“Alright Y/N, here’s the plan,” Selena whispers just close enough for you to hear, “When it gets to us, both of us are just going to take off our shirts and dump our drinks on ourselves, okay? If she thinks she’s getting away with stealing both of our men for her petty shit, she’s got another thing coming.”

“Harry’s not my man,” You laugh, “I don’t care what he does, and I certainly don’t care what she thinks of me, besides, what is pouring our drinks on us going to do?”

“Are you kidding?” Do you think Harry’s seriously going to be able to focus on chugging a beer if you’re across the room half naked?” She smirks, quirking her eyebrow up.

“Perhaps not.” You laugh, now understanding her tactic.

“There we go, now let’s freaking win this thing!” She grins, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you.

“Teams at their marks!” Jacob shouts.

“Hey Tiffany,” You call across the room, not knowing where the hell your sudden burst of confidence is coming from, “Care to make this interesting?”

“What did you have in mind?” She asks sharply.

“How about the losers take a naked lap?” You ask loudly enough that the rest of the partygoers can hear your proposition.

Suddenly and uneasy murmuring takes over your two teams but the rest of the house erupts into wild cheering. You look down the line to see Harry dead last in the same spot as you with his jaw on the ground. It’s been a while since anyone’s suggested the naked lap, the last time being Harry’s senior year of high school. You only roll your eyes at him, it’s as if he can’t believe you’d ever suggest such a thing.

“Are you sure you haven’t had too much to drink already, Y/N?” Jacob laughs, “You gonna make it through this game?”

“Oh, shut up Jacob, I could kick your ass black out drunk,” You tease, turning back to Tiffany, “So what’ll it be? Are we doing this or what?”

“Why not?” She shrugs, “I’m sure plenty of guys here have been dying to see that hot little ass of yours in the nude.”

You raise an eyebrow at her before your gaze darts to Harry, wanting to catch a glimpse of his reaction. His mood is steadily darkening the longer this game continues, he’s nearly fuming at this point.

“Well let’s have at it shall we?” You taunt, turning back to Harry once again, “You ready, sweetheart?”

He rolls his eyes, the muscle in the side of his jaw ticking with poorly veiled annoyance. You smirk at him, blowing him a kiss and turning back to Jacob.

“If you two are finished,” Jacob laughs, “On your mark! Get set! Chug!”

Emily heading your team takes her cup and downs it as fast as she can but it’s not fast enough. Tiffany’s team takes an immediate lead with Jeremy in the front. By the time it gets to Anna, you’re a cup and a half behind. She downs hers faster than you would have thought possible and upends the empty cup on top of her head.

“I can’t wait to see your hot ass take a lap around my house, babe!” Jacob shouts to Selena as soon as he’s finished his cup.

She rolls her eyes and sticks up her middle finger as Cassidy struggles to finish the cup, “I hope you like the cold baby!”

With that, she winks at him and upends the full cup of beer all over her chest. She smirks devilishly at him, letting it soak through her dangerously thin black halter top.

“Oops.” She taunts, pulling her shirt down even lower on her chest until the top of her bright pink bra is visible.

The entire house erupts into wild cheering except for Tiffany and Harry who are both glaring at me. Matt just laughs before downing his beer in a couple large gulps. Suddenly, we’re neck and neck as Ashlyn starts chugging down her cup and Harry gets ready to finish it out.

“You just gonna sit there, Y/N?” He taunts, finally speaking up for the first time.

“Don’t you worry Styles; I’ve got a little something up my sleeve.”

You shoot him a grin before mimicking Selena’s actions. You throw your sheer shirt onto the ground beside you and dowse your entire chest in the foamy alcohol. Giggling ridiculously, you shake out your hair and send a wink to Tiffany before setting your empty cup on top of your head, now dressed in solely your jeans and a black satin bra.

“And we have a winner! New reigning champ!” Matt grins.

Tiffany is raging as everyone stands from their places and Harry’s eyes are glued to your chest. You know how it looks, your fishnets pulled up high on your hips and your bra hardly leaving anything to the imagination, now sticky and wet from the beer you just drenched yourself in.

“Awe, poor boys. Better start stripping.” Selena giggles, sauntering forward.

“I’m definitely looking forward to this little performance.” You smile, coming to stand right in front of Harry.

You throw your arm around Selena’s shoulders and flip your damp hair off your neck. Harry is just as mad as Tiffany. You can see his increasingly short temper rolling in his darkened green eyes. He’s pissed.

“Alright Tiffany, time to make good sweetie, you’re the one that made a deal with the devils.” Selena smirks, eyeing her up and down.

“I don’t have to do shit,” Tiffany spits, “You two cheated.”

“Like anyone’s going to complain about that,” Selena laughs, “Now come on, quit bitching and strip.”

The rest of her team has already shed a few layers. Mitch is down to his boxers and Jacob’s shirt is nowhere to be found.

“A good captain always goes down with their ship.” You smirk, winking at Tiffany before sauntering forward and sealing your lips to Harry’s.

You expect him to shove you off, not wanting to make a public spectacle while the two of you are supposed to be a sort of secret but he holds onto you tighter than necessary, deepening the kiss, his tongue suddenly punishing yours. He pulls away, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth and tugging harshly before moving his lips to your ear.

“When I get back, I’m going to rip you out of these,” He says, tugging sharply on the waistband of your fishnets, “And fuck you into oblivion.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Styles,” You smirk, trying to ignore the way your thighs are clenching together, “After midnight.”

He rolls his eyes and spins on his heel, stalking to the back of the house, and yanking his hoodie up over his head. Suddenly he’s a flurry of gorgeously rippling back muscles that make you mouth water. You take Selena’s hand and both of you run to the front of the house to watch the show.

A loud shriek of whoops and catcalls sound off as Tiffany’s team rounds the house at a full sprint. It’s a hoard of toned men, all running without a stitch of clothing. You catch Harry’s furious glare, he’s towards the front of the pack and easily identifiable by the tattoos covering every inch of his chest and arms. You and Selena each send out a shrill whistle as him and Jacob pass before erupting into fits of laughter.

You head back into the house, waiting for Harry’s grand return. The entire atmosphere of the room changes when his brooding form stalks inside. He hasn’t even bothered to button his pants or fasten his belt. They’re hanging dangerously low on his hips, his hoodie slung over one incredibly toned shoulder, revealing his downright likable v-line. The black ink swirls deliciously across the top of his chest and around both of his arms, darkening his shadow of an aura. Sweat slides in rivulets down his heated skin, his chest rising and falling, whether it be from anger or exertion, it’s impossible to tell.

He pushes his wild hair up off his face with one hand as he stalks over to you. Your breath is nearly caught in your throat as the menacing look contorts his features.

“I believe I have a promise to make good on.” He growls, on hand shooting forward to wrap around your waist.

His fingers dig into your hip, yanking you to him. His change of mood is shocking but not at all unwelcome. You’ve never seen him quite like this as you stare up at his towering height. You’re completely spellbound, the party around you falling away as his eyes lock onto yours.

“That you do.” You breathe, still staring unmoving, completely lost in the never-ending depths of his dangerously green eyes.

Every memory of you telling him to wait till midnight as been erased. You’re nearly a blank slate as you stare up at him and a slow, lopsided smirk spreads its way across his face. God, you hate him and that stupid smirk, but you can feel your own expression mirroring his.

“Come on sweetheart.”

He takes your hand and nearly drags you behind him to your bedroom door. As soon as you pass the threshold, all of your remaining self-control disintegrates in a sharp snap of motion. You collide, limbs tangling together as you fight your way to the bathroom. You fall into your established pattern, both of you fighting for control before submitting to the other at one time or the next. You give into him and let him spin you, shoving you into the shower. You stumble backwards until your back hits the cool tile of the shower. He stands just outside, still staring you down. His chest is heaving with some unnamed emotion and you’d be lying if you said you’re not the least bit intimidated. You’ve never seen him this way, so dark and distant.

“Turn on the water.” He says, his voice calculated as he slowly slides the black leather belt out from the loops of his jeans,  the muscles in his arms and chest flexing.

“Ruin these tights and I’ll kill you.” You warn, obeying his command.

You need to wash the alcohol out of your clothes anyways but with the mood he’s suddenly in, you can’t be sure he won’t actually rip you out of them.

“I’ll do what I like.”

“Try again Styles, you pop a single seam and we’ll be taking a raincheck till Valentine’s day.”

Your voice rises slightly in order for him to hear over the pounding of the water behind you. It drenches you as you step into it, the fabric of your jeans plastering itself against every curve and dip of you body. He nods slightly, the only affirmation you get that he’s heard your threat.

“That was quite a show you put on, huh?” He murmurs, slowly sliding each leg out of his pants.

He lets them fall in a heap to the floor along with his belt, hoodie, and soon after, his briefs. With excruciating and deliberate slowness, he crosses the space between you. Even from your spot only a few feet away, it’s impossible to see any of the gold flecks you know to reside in his emerald irises, his pupils completely dilated. Warning bells sound in your head but you ignore them. You suck in a sharp breath, trying and failing to steady your frayed nerves. Who is this man in front of you?

“I’m not quite sure you understand what that did to me,” He says darkly, taking one large step forward, “I was very tempted to throw your ass over my shoulder and leave so I could spank the goddamn shit out of you in private after you pulled that little stunt.”

Holy shit.

You’re suddenly angry and more than a little disappointed that he didn’t follow through with those dangerously alluring inclinations. That would have been interest, very interesting. Is this how he is? With other girls? Is this the Harry Styles experience, this dark and brooding show he’s putting on rather than the giggly flirtatious loser you’re used to?

“Why didn’t you?” You challenge, cocking an eyebrow up at him.

“Anticipation baby,” He smirks, “It’s all about anticipation.”

“Is that why you’re moving slower than an eighty-year-old woman?” You counter, gesturing to his feet that have hardly moved.

“I’d prefer to refer to it as taking my time, savoring the moment.” He says, looking at you with his eyebrows drawn together and his arms folded across his chest.

“I’d rather be savoring something else.” You shoot back, crossing your own arms mockingly.

“God, we really do need to work on your patience Y/N.” He chuckles, finally cracking and taking a few steps towards you.

“Oh right, my patience, please daddy, teach me some manners.” You groan, rolling your eyes obnoxiously.

He let’s out a sigh when the word daddy falls past your lips and you can’t even help containing your surprise as you raise your eyebrows suggestively and he immediately realizes you’ve caught on.

“Oh my god,” You laugh, “No way, that’s totally doing it for you, isn’t it?”

“Jesus, no, shut up!” He stutters, clearly flustered as his cheeks go pink.

“Oh, come on daddy, aren’t you going to-“

His eyes narrow and he finally closes the gap of space between you, making you suck in a sharp breath before you can finish your sentence. Suddenly he’s close enough that you can feel the heat of his body radiating onto your own and your breath is nearly caught in your throat at the sudden proximity.

“I guess we could start with obedience.” He grins, the small crack in his dark façade making your stomach somersault.

“I’m shit at obedience.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve noticed.” He smirks, a hint of that same grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“So, what are you planning to do about it?” You ask eagerly, chewing on your bottom lip to keep your thighs from clenching.

“I find it’s best to take control early on without revealing your entire hand.” He grins devilishly, his words dancing across your skin and his voice reverberating in your ears.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call this taking control,” You chide, “I’d call it curious experimentation at best-“

“Would you care for a demonstration?” He smirks, cutting you off.

“Oh, would I? I thought you’d never-

His mouth crashes onto yours, swallowing the rest of your sentence and effectively cutting you off. His tongue grazes harshly against your bottom lip and you open up to him more than willingly. His hands furiously explore your body, one finally coming to rest at the nape of your neck, holding you to him. His other digs firmly into your rip, rolling you against him. Your hands wind their way around his abdomen and chest before circling to the back of his shoulders. You dig your nails into his flesh and run them down the length of his back, leaving stark red trails etched into his tanned skin. You swallow the low guttural moan that explodes from his mouth when you do so and take his bottom lip between your teeth, mimicking his actions from earlier.

“For fuck’s sake woman.” He growls, glaring at you with those impossibly green eyes.

You’re both turned on and frustrated, you need to kick this up a few notches. With tortuous lethargy, he tugs your pants to your ankles and slides one long, skilled finger where you need him most. You duck your head, resting your cheek against his chest as he continues to tease you further. Struggling to hold on, you bite back your moan as he curls his fingers suddenly, chuckling to himself as a shudder rocks through you.

“You better push me up against this wall in the next two seconds, so help me god-“

“Oh no, sweetheart,” He smirks, “Patience remember.”

You dig your nails into him further, clenching your jaw. You’re balancing precariously on the edge and you know that it will only take a few very carefully timed motions and it’ll be game over.

Lifting your head, you glare up at him, “Harry, I swear-“

“Quiet now, don’t make me silence that bratty mouth of yours.” He grins deviously, swirling his fingers once again.

You shatter nearly instantly under the combination of his words and cautious movements. Your entire body shakes as you struggle to control the euphoria coursing through you. You bite down hard on your lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction he craves. All of that foreplay and he wastes an orgasm on finger fucking you? No way. You’re pissed and whatever patience you did possess, it’s gone. Now, it’s your turn.

You grab him by the shoulders and pull him to you, right under the water and pin him against the shower wall. His eyes are wide as you do so, raking over my nearly bare chest and then down my fishnet covered legs. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his neck and tangling your fingers in his hair. He groans nearly on cue as you press yourself against him and roll your hips into his, your mouth continuing its sucking and biting assault on his neck. Your lips move further south with every kiss you sponge to his wet skin, your hands trailing over his chest, arms, and back. Suddenly you’re on your knees in front of him, your hands gripping his thighs and your mouth dangerously close to where you’re sure he’d prefer it. You fan your breath across him, making goosebumps cover every inch of his skin and his breathing run ragged. You lean forward and he sucks in a breath of anticipation just as you kiss the inside of his thigh and stand back to your feet.

“For fuck’s sake Y/N, you can’t just-“

You put your finger to his lips, silencing him, “I can, and I did. Now, are we going to do this, or do I need to change the temperature of the shower?”

Your words are more of a challenge than a question and he knows that. He mutters a jumble of unintelligible curses under his breath before his face finally cracks into that shit eating grin he wears so well before he cups your face with both hands, pulling you to him.

“You goddamn tease.” He grins, shaking his head and roughly grabbing your hips.

“What happened to that patience is a virtue bullshit?” You giggle, winding your fingers back into his soaking hair.

“What we are about to do is in no way virtuous, sweetheart.” He scoffs, pushing you against the wall.

“You might be right about that one, Styles.” You smirk, cocking an eyebrow up at him as he shoots you a wicked grin.

“Jump.” He commands, ducking his head so that his mouth is at your ear, his teeth closed around your earlobe and tugging.

For once, you actually do as you’re told and jump, wrapping your legs around his waist and threading your fingers back through his hair.

“Atta girl.” He breathes, lining himself up.

He slides into you with glorious ease. He takes two solid steps forward, pressing your back firmly up against the tile of the shower and you grab the shower head as some sort of leverage. Hot water cascades around you as he begins to move, picking up his rhythm until it’s nearly punishing.

“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp, letting go of the shower head.

You drag your nails along his scalp, tugging on his hair to control at least a bit of the storm raging within you. Strangled moans continue to slip free with a higher frequency as you climb closer and closer to the top of the rumbling volcano in your stomach, threatening to erupt into ecstasy at any second. Suddenly, his hand connects hard against your ass, sending a jolt of pain sparking through you and sending you over the edge. The fine line between pleasure and pain is blurring together and you’d be living if you said you didn’t like it.

“The hell was that?” You gasp, your eyes fluttering open to meet his.

“For earlier.” He pants, clearly struggling to hold you up and continue his punishing pace.

“Do it again,” You smirk, “Harder.”

He grins, the palm of his hand smacking against your right ass cheek once again. This time it has a little sting to it, and you let out a sound of pure pleasure as every muscle in your body clenches inadvertently.

He groans, his arms quivering at your sudden jolt, “Hold on Harry, just a little longer.” You plead.

He grits his teeth, struggling to stay with you. Once of his hands suddenly darts between your legs, rushing you over the precipice. You can feel it, bubbling inside of you, just along the fringe. You claim his mouth as your body tightens and explodes around him. It pushes him over the edge, and he drags out what’s left of his high while you binge on yours. You’re drowning in ecstasy, letting it carry you far away from the shower and onto your own personal isle of desire.

From somewhere far away, you feel him pull out of you. His arms wrap around you as you slowly return to yourself, mewling from the ferocity of your connection. It only took a matter of minutes. Jesus.

“You can’t fall asleep on me yet, Y/N,” He chuckles, shutting off the shower and scooping your exhausted form up into his arms, “We’ve only got ten minutes till midnight.”

“I don’t want to go back out there.” You groan, running a hand through your tangled hair.

“You wanna get out of here then?” He shrugs, pulling his jeans back on.

“Can we?” You ask sheepishly, knowing he probably wants nothing more than to go right back to the party with Jacob and Mitch.

“Course, get dressed.” He nods.

You grin excitedly as you shuffle through your drawers for a pair of sweats, sliding them on with one of his gigantic t-shirts. You turn around to see him redressed and shoving on his shoes, taking his beanie out of his backpack and sliding it on over his soaking hair.

“Nice outfit.” He smirks, opening your door and following you out.

The two of you sneak out the front door into the chilly air and decide to walk to the ice cream place at the end of your street. He lights a joint as you walk, offering you a drag but your head is still spinning, your hands still shaking from your body shattering orgasm you only just had a few minutes prior.

“What are you in the mood for?” He asks, blowing a puff of smoke opposite you, “I’m thinking Oreos and cream.”

“Hmm,” You hum, reading over the flavors, “Kind of want a cherry dip.”

His face finally breaks into that giant grin that makes his dimples pop from his cheeks and you smack his arm, asking him what it is that’s so funny.

“It’s what you always get,” He chuckles, “You’ve been getting cherry dips since we were in middle school.”

“Oh, like you don’t think you ever got an Oreos and cream in middle school,” You scoff, rolling your eyes, “Besides, it’s not my fault it’s the superior ice cream.”

“Superior?” He scoffs, “Hardly.”

“Have you ever even tried it?” You counter.

He rolls his eyes, knowing you’ve got him backed into a corner before he huffs out a sigh and walks up to the counter, grabbing his wallet out of his back pocket and sending you another smirk over his shoulder, “I’ll have a Oreos and cream and a cherry dip, both with two spoons please.”

 I’m gonna be real with you guys it has been the roughest week in a while and I didn’t even proofread this so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes I just couldn’t bring myself to postpone it because as much as the series relates so closely to my real life and is hard to write right now, I love putting out new content and connecting with you guys because of my work so I hope you all liked it and are ready for another installment in two weeks :)