#fun fact i added the text and then hated it cuz it was too clean and had to completely draw over it lol

[toughtinkart]

cleaned up this spy x family piece that’s been sitting on a back burner! gradient mapping really is a fun way to add some quick color 💋

[rendezvousrenjun]

ring ring rejection | one

img // au masterlist // prev // next //  ✰  pairing :  highschool!renjun x reader (+ dreamies + best friend!mark) ✰ genre : light angst + fluff ✰ word count : 1.6k

You honestly had no expectations coming into your junior year of high school. Going back to school was like continuously flipping through the pages of a book. Sure a new chapter has started, but the book doesn’t change. The same routine. The same faces. The same exhausting hours of the day eating away at your body. 

Your math class was a blessing and a curse. At the end of a long day, the last thing you wanted to do was use your brain to apply formulas and pay attention to lectures. So when you saw Mark walk into the class twenty minutes late on the first day you couldn’t hide your overwhelming excitement. Impulsively you brought both arms into the air like a madman and motioned Mark over to the seat next to you, ignoring the weird glances directed towards you. I mean, you can’t blame them; you were acting like an attention-starved buffoon.  

Mark could already tell it was you from the corner of his eye. He apologetically explained to the teacher that his schedule was changed at the very last minute, having trouble making eye contact with Mr.Choi due to the embarrassed smile growing on his face. He contemplated whether or not he should turn his head to catch a glimpse of you, but decided not to in order to not burst into laughter that would’ve disrupted the class even further. 

You’ve known Mark since that dumb penguin play in first grade. The one where Mark had to sing about gathering fish and where you, unfortunately, were the fish he was supposed to gather. Mark couldn’t stop laughing at the way you were sliding back and forth across the stage, limbs flailing, and little socks poking out from underneath the costume. That contagious laugh seemed to spread everywhere, making your tummy ache and face hurt from smiling too much. You still managed to make Mark laugh at literally anything, and he still managed to make sure his laugh was engraved into your brain, a sound you could probably never forget. 

When walking into class the next day you were a bit confused. An individual you have never seen before was sitting in your seat. You just assumed you guys never had classes together until now. Maybe you were just perplexed, but you could’ve sworn time went a little bit slower when the individual raised his head to meet eyes with you.

WAIT. hE’s so prETTTYyyy?????????

You didn’t even have the guts to ask about your seat anymore and just automatically sat right behind the beautiful boy. There’s no way you would’ve missed him before. Was he a transfer student? Did he just come here from an unknown place where they keep very very pretty boys??? Maybe your hormones were spiking you in that moment, controlling you with such a sudden infatuation and attraction. 

Weeks would go by, and you wouldn’t mean to, but it was so easy to eavesdrop on conversations between Renjun, that was the beautiful boy’s name, and Jaemin, another beautiful boy who came into the class the day after you saw Renjun. You wondered where they came from, or why they were so late to transfer into the class. But sometimes they would talk about the most mundane things, and just watching Renjun register Jaemin’s nonsense, calling him out--was so funny to you for some reason. The way Renjun’s soft spoken voice would chuckle even softer, or his back would move up and down in a gentle pattern was precious. 

Sometimes you would get secondhand embarrassment from Renjun when he calls out the math teacher for making a mistake. But it was very minimal compared to the secondhand embarrassment Renjun felt when you and Mark would do dumb shit. Like shouting “knowledge is SEXY” when Jaemin or Renjun answered a question right in class, and the teacher would just blink in disbelief that two buffoons had to be placed under his care. Jaemin seemed to enjoy it though, and Renjun would be lying if he said it bothered him.

Inevitably, a math groupchat titled “5318008” aka BOOBIES upside down was created, courtesy of Jaemin and Mark. It was mostly Mark asking for the homework and one of the three of you sending it, or sending the weirdest memes at 12 in the morning, or having random rants about the insane amount of schoolwork. One time Mark added Haechan in the groupchat as a joke for Halloween, like a “ghost texter prank”, and you all forgot about kicking him out, so he just stayed in the chat. 

Mark was listening to one of your long tangents about how smart and funny Renjun is in your room after school one day. He was sitting at your desk and you were laying down on the floor with your eyes closed talking about your conspiracy theory about Renjun and Jaemin and how they were just cute aliens who came to this earth, but Mark cut you off-

“You do know that like Renjun and Jaemin are like sophomores right? And they were like like placed in our class cuz they’re in like an advanced program…????”

“Eh…?”

“Oiiiiiiii  KNOWLEDGE IS SEXY-”

“MarK Now IS noT THE timeeeEee”

“OooooO you have a crush on someone youngerrrrrrr you’re one step closer to being a cougar y/n”

“Mark I don’t like reNjun and we are literally a year apart??”

“Uhuh sure, bring him up into like almost every conversation we have and you don’t like him? Sounds like a load of barnacles to me lmFAO”

I MEAN you would hate to admit it because it hurt your pride at that moment, but you couldn’t NOT like Huang Renjun. That’s impossible. That’s like asking Mark to not like watermelon or something stupid like that. Mark just figured out your feelings before you did. 

Which caused a lot of chaos to say the least.

The first time Mark stole your phone to message Renjun you were asleep on his couch. He had just finished eating and ran over to poke some fun at you but he realized you must’ve been tired. So he ended up drawing cats on your face with permanent marker and stealing your thumbprint to unlock your phone instead. 

He took the picture of you sleeping from below your chin so your nostrils were on full display and sent it straight to Renjun with “for u~~~” underneath the image. You woke up to the sound of Mark’s distinct giggling realizing he had your phone and snatching it from above him as he lay against the side of the couch. Mark’s mom came down running from your intense screaming when you realized what Mark has done. You smothered him with a couch pillow, causing him to yelp out a “saVE ME”, and asked his mom to ground him for eternity, to which his mom slowly retreated back upstairs, already used to these dumbass shenanigans. 

READ

Oh shit oh shit oh shit 

Renjun: uh thx ig…?

y/n: IT WAS MARK IM SO SORRY

Renjun: uhuh sure okay whatever u say y/n

y/n: i swear it wasnt me >_<

Renjun: (¬_¬)

Looking into the mirror to see your cat whiskers only added to Mark’s misery.

The second time Mark messaged Renjun you actually asked for his help. You needed to ask Renjun if he finished his part of the math group project, and if he wanted to work on it together with you. Mark confidently told you he was the master of asking favors and held the phone close to his chest making sure you couldn’t peak. 

You honestly should’ve known better.

y/n: i love you renjun!!!!!! READ

“oiIIIiIiiiiiiiiiii WHY DOES RENJUN like l ike liKE READ HIS TEXTS SO like DAMN like FAST fuK”

By then you were already digging your grave, Mark freaking out by the way you seemed so calm. When he saw a single tear roll down your cheek he let you punch him all you wanted that day, even strangle him a little. 

It made sense Renjun was suspicious. 

The third time you messaged Renjun, it was influenced by Mark once again. 

“Dude do you know who Jeno is?”

“WHose that?”

“He would probably like fit into your alien conspiracy”

“Is he close with Jaemin??”

“Yea! Yea! That dude… he’s pretty cool ya know? Like I was talking to him about guitars and stuff and it makes sense that he’s friends with Jaemin and like Renjun.”

“Aww, kinda wanna meet him now”

“Yea you should- BUT GUESS WHAT”

“What??”

“You gotta guess”

“Mark….”

“Okay okay so basically like Jeno told me Renjun likes this girl he only met this year and i started like freakING out cuz i was thinkin maybe it’s y/n and i kept asking jeno to drop hints and he wouldn’t budge but dude- it’s toTALLY YOU!!!??? RIGHT?? Right???”

“Omg mark…. You’re totally right”

And that’s when you decided to message him that Monday night. You kinda wished you and Mark weren’t dumb and dumber because Renjun knows a lot of people, and he probably met even more this year. Maybe it was dumb for you to pretend you didn’t like Huang Renjun. You should’ve just come clean and told him how you felt. But at least now you were able to talk to him after school. Being in his company was good enough, you told yourself. Was it wishful thinking to be excited to see the person you got rejected by? It was the first time you two were going to hangout one-on-one afterall. You hoped that your swollen eyes wouldn’t give away the fact you cried over him tonight. 

[starlightinhumanform]

The Art of Love: Chapter 3

Fandom: She Ra (2018)

Ship: Glimadora 

Summary: Glimmer has to let Adora come over to her house in order to work on their project, despite her hesitation to do so. Adora’s just happy to be there. 

Warnings (for this chapter): Mild language, (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: High School AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rivals/Enemies to Lovers, Eventual Fluff

A/N: This chapter was a lot of fun to write and I hope you enjoy it! Any and all notes are appreciated and if you comment telling me what you think I might actually sell my soul for you. Love you all 🖤✨

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Glimmer liked her room; it was covered from top to bottom with posters and old art projects and on one of the walls was a mural that she and her mother had painted years ago.

Currently the floor was littered with wire, clay, and several pallets of paint. Like her room, Glimmer’s face, hands, and arms were covered in smudged splotches of colour. She hummed softly to the song playing in the background, moving her head gently from side to side in time with the music. She stopped her swaying to hold the paint brush in her hand as if it were a microphone, miming a karaoke solo.

This was Glimmer’s natural environment; surrounded by art and creating some of her own. Here, she was free of judgment from anyone else and, for once in her life, knew exactly what she was doing; she was comfortable.

Her phone buzzed with a text notification and she frowned at the Unknown Number flag. It was probably just a wrong number or some sort of scam, but it was worth looking at.

She used her thumbprint to open it and scowled even deeper at the message:

Hey it’s Adora!

What do you want?

Actually more importantly how did you get my number?

Bow gave it to me

Glimmer raised her eyebrows; this was a level of traitorism she had never thought Bow capable of. She switched to her and Bow’s conversation, making sure to leave Adora on read.

Wtf?? You gave Adora my number? Without asking?

No wait I take it back you shouldn’t have to ask me- you know I hate her.

She wished her words could convey the growl she was directing at her phone as she shaking fingers typed but she settled for sending a stream of profanity.

Once again, she changed the conversation pulled up on her screen. The blue light reaching into her eyes suddenly seemed very harsh.

Adora was typing and the blinking dots undulating in that friendly little line made her sick. Not because she was worried about what Adora was going to say (she couldn’t care less) but because of how betrayed she felt.

I heard Weaver was going to be having a surprise check on the models tomorrow

So?

We need to have the model done or almost done or Weaver’s gonna mark our grade down

Glimmer curled her lips incredulously at the piles of art supplies surrounding her and let out a small laugh.

Yeah well that’s not happening

Please Glimmer I really need to get an A on this. Are you sure you can’t get it finished tonight?

Ok #1 yes I’m sure. I have a life outside of making models of atoms. #2 You can afford not to get an A on everything. Got it, princess?

Please Glimmer. I can help. Is there anything I can do so that we can meet up before school and put it together then?

No cuz I have all the supplies and everything here and with the clay I’m using, it has to dry on the wire.

Ok um well I’ll just do the model?

Ha. Weaver’ll find out in a second, you’ll get complete credit for the project and I will get a big fat 0 (which by the way, I ACTUALLY can’t afford)

Then what do you want me to do? I’m trying to be helpful. Let me help??

Nope

Why not?? I mean seriously? Why don’t you just except help?

Glimmer struggled to resist the urge to fling her phone across the room. God, it was so obvious in her head why she couldn’t except help, especially from Adora. If she excepted it, she would be admitting defeat, admitting she couldn’t handle things on her own, admitting that Adora was more capable, that everyone seemed to be more put together than Glimmer in her floundering world. Not that she was going to let Adora in on any of that.

You wouldn’t know how to do what I want.

You could show me

What?

I could go over to your place and help and you could show me what you want me to do. Besides, you already said that all the materials are over there!

I mean, if that would be ok with you.

Glimmer rolled her eyes; that was the last thing she wanted and very, very far from ok.

Where did you even hear about this whole stupid “surprise check”?

From Weaver. I heard  her talking to another teacher while I was volunteering.

Lmao she’s still letting you volunteer after earlier today?

Yeah lol I told you she would

Glimmer noticed to small grin that had momentarily spread across her lips and grimaced in response. Why should she care if Adora was still kissing up to Weaver or not?

Why does it matter so much if we pass this check or not?

She said that if we don’t, she’s going to to mark off 30% of our total grade. So the highest we could get would be 70%

The sickening feeling settled into her stomach with a definite sort of permanency. There would be no way for her to bring her grade up to a B if she got a C on this project now. Assuming they did everything else right (which knowing Glimmer’s luck, they probably wouldn’t).

She groaned and threw her head back before glancing down at Adora’s message which was shining up at her expectingly. Her mother wasn’t going to be home for another few hours so she could hopefully get Adora in and out before that would become a problem.

Fine.

What?

You can come over but don’t expect to have fun, you’ll be working the whole time

Great!

Adora’s message was followed by a line of disgustingly happy and friendly emojis. It struck Glimmer as frankly repulsing.

She swallowed the taste a bile in her mouth and sent her address; there was no way this was going to go well. What she hated the most about it was how normal this would seem to anyone else: just a friend going over to her science partner’s house to work together. Except they weren’t friends and Glimmer wished they weren’t partners. She didn’t want Adora to come over, made they seem far too relaxed and grossly platonic. It reminded her of something she and Bow would do; after all, Bow was the only one whoever came over. Glimmer winced at the thought of him, still feeling betrayed by her best friend.

Oh wow we actually live pretty close I’ll be over in about ten minutes!

Glimmer rolled her eyes; How wonderful.

That gave her ten minutes, but ten minutes to do what? She got the sudden urge to be very busy; as if she needed to prove to Adora that she had actually been productive.

“That’s stupid- pull yourself together,” Glimmer muttered to herself.

The self-imposed demand did nothing to stop the boiling feeling in the pit of her stomach. She was grateful for the fact she hadn’t eaten dinner yet because if she had, it would’ve been attempting to climb up her throat.

The comfortable chaos surrounding her was suddenly becoming very overwhelming and nothing resembling comfortable.

She curled her knees up to her chest and hid her head between them, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping she could block it all out. She was out of breath and and it almost made her laugh. How do you get out breath just sitting here?

She let out a breathy giggle; having a nervous breakdown right now wouldn’t help anything. Besides, what would dear, perfect Adora think?

Glimmer took a deep breath and began organizing the supplies into separate piles so she could simply point out what she wanted Adora to do. She wanted to keep things as simple as possible; her goal was the same as the past few days: interact as little as she could. She wanted to pretend that Adora wasn’t her partner, that she wasn’t trying to get her to join her legion, wasn’t coming to her house and acting like a friend.

She shuffled around her room, muttering to herself and trying to sort through the mess she had made. The chaos seemed so natural to her, it almost felt strange to be cleaning it up this way. This was her house, her world; why should she have to clean it up for anyone?

Glimmer paused and blinked her eyes at the pile of laundry in her arms; nobody was making her clean.

She sighed as she threw the laundry into the hamper and made eye contact with her reflection in the mirror, “You haven’t cleaned in three months; you know you’re only doing this because you’re worried about Adora will say, you know that, right?”

The reflection stared blankly back at her.

Glimmer scoffed and threw her head back, her thoughts butting up against each other inside of her mind. One side muttered about how it was the logical thing to do while the other took the low route of calling her a loser. Both had good points.

She didn’t have a time to decide which to stand with, however, as the buzzer by her door rang, its sharp sound making her jump and the hair on her arms and the back of her neck stand up straight. Well, here we go I guess.

Her head seemed to float as she made her way to the door, as if those weren’t her legs making their way forward; as if someone else was in control of her body.

Glimmer opened the door to Adora who was beaming like the sun shone out of her smile- or maybe her ass.

“Hey!”

“Hi?” Glimmer actually wasn’t sure what to do next; usually Bow just tackled her without asking if he could come in, “So, uh, we have work to do.”

“Sounds great- I’m ready to get started!” Adora smiled again and then stared at Glimmer who stared back.

It seemed like two minutes before realization hit Glimmer upside the head like a baseball bat and she awkwardly shuffled to the side to let Adora through the door, “Um, you should probably come inside.”

“I mean, yeah, unless you want me to stand outside the whole night,” Adora laughed.

It sounded like little bells ringing and Glimmer wanted to gag.

Adora took a couple hesitant steps inside and looked around the house with her big blue eyes that seemed wider than usual. Glimmer had been trying to use the time to figure out what next socially acceptable step would be, but she was suddenly very aware where those big blue eyes were staring: the Chinese takeout containers still sitting on the counter from the night before, the embarrassing amount of her art spread across the walls, and, worst of all, her latest report card strewn far too casually and far too near to where Adora could see it.

Glimmer snatched the report away as quickly as she noticed it, hoping Adora wouldn’t have an opportunity to see it, but it probably just made it that more obvious.

“Did you make all of these?” Adora’s bright eyes flicked from one piece of work on the walls to another and Glimmer felt her face go red.

“Oh, yeah, unfortunately.”

Adora turned to her grinning with far too much excitement, “What do you mean ‘unfortunately’?! They’re amazing, Glimmer, amazing!”

The girl reach forward and placed her hands on each of Glimmer’s shoulder’s,shaking her gently. It was all so intense: Adora’s grip on her shoulder’s, the colour of her eyes, the expression on her face that Glimmer didn’t know how to describe as anything other than starstruck. Glimmer was uncomfortable; she never signed up for any of this. Far too intense, far too familiar, as if she and Adora were something more than partners- and they were hardly even that and certainly not by choice. She hadn’t wanted to even talk or sit next to Adora and it made Glimmer’s head swim to find herself standing across from the Image of Perfection herself and, more importantly, that Ms Perfect was in her living room, shaking her and trying to compliment her on her art. It was far too weird for Glimmer.

She pushed back suddenly as if she had snapped out of a curse- not too harsh, but hard a enough make Adora blink as she stumbled back. Everything suddenly got very quite and Glimmer could feel the blood rushing to her face; she was acting like an idiot.

“I, I guess I- I’m sorry that was weird,” Glimmer heard the words she should have been saying coming out of Adora’s mouth instead; it was strange and surreal in a way. Not that she was going to admit the fact that shewas the one who had made the situation awkward by overreacting. If only Adora could stop being so perfect, so much better than her at everything, maybe then Glimmer could think straight. Even now, Adora was doing a better job of apologizing and just acting like a normal person.

Glimmer shrugged, “We should get to work.”

Adora rolled her lips between her teeth, like she was trying to decide whether or not to say something and Glimmer prayed she would settle on maintaining the awkward silence instead of just making it worse.

After a moment (which of course felt longer in Glimmer’s mind), Adora nodded and it seemed like the gesture was more for herself, a reassurance of the decision she had made, and less for Glimmer to understand what was going on. The blond looked sad; it made Glimmer wonder if Adora didn’t like the conclusion she had come to and why.

Adora nodded again, this time more certainly, and offered Glimmer a small smile that held the same odd sadness that Glimmer couldn’t understand, “Yeah you’re right. That’s the whole reason I came over, right?”

Glimmer responded to the awkward laugh Adora let out with a tight-lipped grimace. She had never seen Adora this uncomfortable- shifting on her feet, running her hands through her hair in a manner that seemed almost compulsory, chewing on her bottom lip; Glimmer couldn’t help but wonder if the girl felt as out of place as she looked, if maybe she expected more of Glimmer’s house or was uncomfortable in a place so messy. Was she judging the cheap furniture and worn down carpet; so used to a spoiled life that she felt threatened by how Glimmer lived? It made something hot and volatile boil in the bottom of Glimmer’s stomach- a mixture of anger and shame that threw themselves at each other like a chemical reaction.

Glimmer rolled her eyes and stomped past Adora, her steps punchy and short, “Yeah, come on, let’s go.”

Adora followed the demand, trailing like a sad puppy after Glimmer as she stomped down the hall.

Glimmer swung the door to her room open and threw an arm inwards, indicating the direction Adora should walk before stalking in herself.

Adora’s gaze wandered about, stalling on the art work far too long for Glimmer’s comfort before jumping from pile to chaotic pile of materials on the floor with glazed over eyes.

She turned her stare toward Glimmer, a smile once again beginning to bubble on her lips, “So... what are we doing? Also, uh, what is all this stuff?”

Glimmer raised her arm to point at a pile, moving it to another as she spoke, “Clay, paint, wire modeling stuff. You’re going to be working with the clay to make it into little balls to represent the protons on the model.”

Adora nodded and Glimmer began to think she was maybe she was being bit just a little too commanding, “I mean, if that’s ok with you?”

Then she remembered what a mess this entire project was; she didn’t care what Adora thought or felt, she just wanted the girl to get of her house and her life as soon as possible.

“Oh yeah, that’s totally fine!” Adora beamed a smile at Glimmer as if she found no greater joy in life than rolling clay into atom models. God, how could she act like that and still convince people she wasn’t a complete fake?

Glimmer was losing count of how any times she had already rolled her eyes that night but let herself do it once again before brushing past Adora to begin working.

Adora followed suit, sitting cross-legged a few feet away from Glimmer so she could just see her in the corner of her eye; the rough shape of Adora taking up space in her peripheral vision and reminding her how wrong everything was in this situation. This was Glimmer’s world, her place of comfort- her room, her art- and Adora dared to turn that all upside down, just insert herself in it, claim it and take space in it and take it from her? Glimmer fumed, glaring daggers at the carpet in front of her and clenching the paint brush in her hand.

She focused on the swirls of paint on the clay she was holding, staring at it with much more hate than it deserved. Glimmer focused on the colours and reflections of light she was creating her hand but the hint of Adora was still there in the back of her mind and she could feel the heat rising to her face and the sensation of barbed wire wrapping around her throat. She took a breath through her nose, trying to steady herself; the last thing she wanted was to have another breakdown in front of Adora, if only to spare herself from the fake sympathy.

Glimmer glanced over at the other girl who was dutifully rolling the clay into little spheres like Glimmer had instructed, humming softly to herself. She was nodding her head from side to side, just as Glimmer did when she was alone. It made her realize just how quite the room was, especially in comparison to the music Glimmer usually had blaring, and once more she felting stingingly out of place in what was supposed to be her domain.

Adora must have felt Glimmer’s stare in her direction because she glanced up, making eye contact and offering a grin. She held up a round lump of clay between her thumb and slender index finger. Her usually immaculate fingernails had gathered a layer of soft clay beneath them; she’d somehow managed to get a tan smear of it across her face as well. How the hell did she do that? We’ve only been here 5 minutes.

The image was comical- Adora somehow covered in clay and her overly enthusiastic smile beaming with pride over the more-than-slightly-lopsided ball in her hand. Maybe Adora could be a mess too, a mess like the rest of us, a mess like Glimmer. Glimmer giggled and those bright blue eyes crinkled back in response.

Something inside of Glimmer recoiled; it’s not like any of this was real. Adora had probably carefully smudged that stupid clay on herself just so Glimmer would think they could ever be anything like each other.

“Is this ok?” Adora snapped Glimmer back to the present with her question. She was still wearing that same goofy smile.

Glimmer shrugged; there was a part of her that wanted to tell Adora it was shit and that she would have to start completely over just so that she could feel what it would be like to have the roles reversed- the mess up better at something than the perfectionist.

She nearly opened her mouth when a logical thought popped into her head, reminding her that telling Adora to start over would just increase the amount of time she would be around Glimmer.

Glimmer sighed and pointed at the pile of unpainted clay balls she had made earlier, “Use those as a reference. You have the the size pretty close, but try to make them rounder.”

Adora nodded and set back to work like a studious pupil, hunched over the small object she was modeling. Her blond hair was still up in its customary ponytail but it was frizzy after a long day and thick, golden strands were falling out along the edges. They created a sheer curtain between Adora’s face (and concentrated hands as she was holding the clay only an inch or two away from her nose) and the rest of the world. Glimmer just barely see through it to Adora, her eyes piercing with focus and her tongue sticking out from between her lips like a cartoon character as she worked. She kept taking breaks every few seconds to brush the hanging locks out of her face, effectively creating a layer clay on the fringe of her hair as she used her messy fingers to push it back. That’s gonna be crusty in the morning.

It was a strange situation for Glimmer, seeing Adora so... She couldn’t settle on word- Concentrated? Normal? Natural? She settled for uncomposed. She didn’t even know if that was an actual word or not, but it seemed the most fitting. It almost made Glimmer uncomfortable; Adora wasn’t supposed to look so real- that’s not the role she was supposed to play.

After a minute more, Adora straightened up and held the clay up once more and Glimmer realized that she had watched Adora’s entire process. The lump of clay was far rounder now and it had only taken her approximately three minutes based on Glimmer’s count.

“How about now?”

Glimmer gave a nod, “Yeah, pretty good. Now we just need make uhhh,” she stopped for a moment to count how many ‘protons’ were already completed, “About 60 more.”

Adora groaned dramatically and flopped backwards onto the carpeted floor and lay there for a second with her eyes closed and arms thrown above her head before glancing over at Glimmer, “What time is it anyways?”

Glimmer pulled her phone out of her back pocket to check the time but was distracted by a text from her mom:

Hey honey. My coworker called off so I’ll be staying late tonight. Probably won’t be in until 2 this morning. Sorry ❤️❤️

Glimmer sighed, apparently loudly as Adora turned her head again in Glimmer’s direction, “Something wrong?”

“My mom says she won’t be back until two,” she grimaced, “So, knowing her, she’ll probably be home until five.”

Adora gave a bland frown, like she didn’t know how to respond, “Oh. Sorry about that.”

Glimmer shrugged, “It’s fine, it means we can stay up later to finish this anyways. Speaking of which, how long can you stay tonight?”

“I can stay all night,” Adora seemed far too casual, twirling her pulled up hair between her fingers now that she was sitting up again, “My parents think I’m staying with Cat so yeah basically I’m free the whole night.”

The thought of Adora spending the night at her house made her shift from side to side, her palms sweating. Having someone sleep over was not something Glimmer did regularly, not even Bow had spent the night more than once or twice. Again, it felt as if Glimmer was being forced to cross lines that separated peers from something much more familiar.

She creased her eyebrows, her thoughts suddenly diverted, “Wait why did you tell them that you were at Cat’s and not here?”

Is she ashamed of me, that she would have to work with someone as lowly as me?

Adora looked down, blushing and obviously embarrassed. Yup that settles it- she didn’t want to tell them that she was having to work with me, that I was going to ruin her perfect, straight-A-on-everything record.

“Oh, uh, my parents are pretty strict so they don’t like me going to people’s houses that they don’t know. Sometimes it’s just easier to lie, you know?”

Glimmer assumed that in itself was a lie but she was tired and they had a lot of work left to do, so she dropped the subject.

Her stomach grumbled and it made Glimmer remember Adora’s question. She looked down at her phone for the second time, “It’s around six by the way- you asked a minute or two ago.”

She paused and turned her head to look at Adora who had begun to roll clay between the palms of her hands again. Well if she was going to be staying a while...

“Hey you,” Glimmer waved her phone at Adora once she had looked up again, “Wanna order some Chinese food?”

[blazinbeautywrites]

Mafia Kings (Chapter2)

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Length: 1,605 words

Genre: I still don’t know what the genre is lol

Summary: Jay never meant to meet her. In fact, he wish he never did. She was just a beautiful stranger who was nearly mugged and taken advantage of. Jihye never asked for this life. Now because of one night she landed head first into one of the most deadliest rivalries in South Korea.

Once Jihye arrived at her apartment she took a quick shower then began pouring drinks and shots. She then ordered the takeout and waited for her friends to arrive. One by one they arrived and immediately began gossiping.

“I’m just saying, I’d let him fuck me 3 ways from Sunday and twice on Monday,” Milani said.

“Bitch you nasty, but I feel you. That man is fine as fuck,” Idara said.

“Girl don’t let Dok2 catch you saying that,” Jihye said.

“He ain’t gon do nothing, he way too into me to pull some shit like that,” Idara said.

“Then where is the ring? Yall been together 7 years and he still playing these childish ass games with you,” Soljin said.

“Real shit though he out here getting them 2 bit old ass Taeyang plaits but can’t get you a ring? I call bullshit,” Milani said.

“I know, it’s so frustrating. For the past 3 years at every anniversary dinner I thought he’d pop the question but nothing. Guys I’m tired of waiting,” Idara said.

“Then you better let his ass know you not gonna be waiting on him forever,” Milani said.

“Speaking of childish men, Idara, bitch what tea you got on Zico?” Jihye asked her friend. Idara looked at her and took a long sip from her wine glass.

“Yeah what’s been up with lil Jiho?” Soljin asked.

“Look yall ain’t hear this shit from me, but word is Zico got into some trouble with Illionaire and since they’re cool with AOMG, they want his head too. They’re going after anyone associated with him so keep your distance,” Idara said.

“Jesus. I knew he was stupid but I didn’t think he was that idiotic,” Jihye said.

“Yeah I heard Dean’s name get brought up too, but I left before I could get all the info,” Idara replied.

“Fuuuuuuck my dad wants me to represent Dean as a client. I tried to stay away from this shit,” Jihye said. As she took another sip from her glass she heard the doorbell ring and got up to get the food. Once she paid she laid the food out and everyone migrated to the counter to eat.

“I still can’t believe you accepted that deal from your dad. I mean sooner or later he’s gonna pull some snake shit and hold it over your head,” Milani said.

“I know but he and my mom are right. I can’t stay in this damn apartment. My car was already broken into and someone went through my mail. I have to move,” Jihye.

“So are the movers coming tomorrow?” Soljin asked.

“Yeah. The apartment is gonna be ready by tomorrow afternoon so I’m packing all of my clothes tonight and moving as many things that can fit in my car over to the new place tomorrow,” Jihye said.

“I’d help but I have to take the twins to the doctor tomorrow,” Soljin said.

“Yeah and we have work,” Idara said, gesturing between her and Milani.

“Yeah yeah whatever,” Jihye mumbled digging into her food.

*Other side of town*

“Man what are we gonna do about Zico? He’s gone into hiding and his little friend Dean doesn’t know shit so we can’t even torture his ass for information,” Dok2 said angrily.

“Okay I know I never ask you this shit cuz you my boy and all but what did he do? Why you after him all of a sudden?” Jay asked, as he sat in his office in his new penthouse.

“Some of my boys said they’ve seen him lurking near my house. My girl is there and I don’t know what he’s up to and I don’t trust him. Especially now since he has that little coke habit of his,” Dok2 said.

“Yeah I heard about that. Didn’t he spazz on some girl and got his ass beat?” Jay asked. Before they could finish their conversation Simon D, Jay’s right hand man, walked in with some drinks and females.

“Look let’s put this shit aside for the night and have some fun. This is Jiyeon and Saira and I hired them for the night,” Simon D said. He turned on some music and the two women immediately began dancing. Jay looked at Dok2 and smirked.

“You should go home man. I’m sure your wifey won’t appreciated you being here,” Jay said.

“We’re not married w-” Jay cuts him off and gives him a stern look.

“Yall been together for 7 years. The way I see it yall might as well be married. Don’t fuck this up, Idara is a good ass woman. Go home, fuck your woman, then give her that damn ring you’ve been holding onto for the last 2 years,” Jay said. Dok2 laughed, dapped him off then grabbed his things to leave. Once he got in his car he saw a text from Idara telling him to come pick her up from Jihye’s place. He drove over to Jihye’s house and noticed how sketchy the neighborhood looked. He rean up to her door and pressed the buzzer. A few seconds later Jihye answered the door and greeted him with a warm hug.

“Hey Dok2, what’s up?!” Jihye said. He chuckled and hugged her back.

Dok2 looked at all of the women spread out in Jihye’s living room until he saw Idara passed out on the sofa. He also noticed all the boxes stacked against the wall.

“Going somewhere?” He asked as Jihye cleaned up empty takeout containers and wine glasses.

“Yeah I’m moving tomorrow. My dad is setting me up with a place,” Jihye said.”

“Seriously? What’s the catch?” Dok2 asked.

“It’s so fucking crazy that everyone knows how much of an asshole my dad is but he promised to let me live rent free for 6 months in his new apartment complex if I represent Dean who’s a family friend.” Jihye explained.

“Wow.” Dok2 replied.

“Yeah. But I’ll let you get going. Idara needs to get some rest.” Jihye said. As the rest of her friends started to leave Jihye began cleaning when she heard her doorbell ringing.

“Hey baby.” Zico said, moving in to kiss her.

“What are you doing here?” Jihye said. She was agitated that he’d showed up without calling.

“Is that anyway to talk to your friend? But anyways, Dean told me the news. You okay?” Zico asked.

“Since when do you care about anything besides fucking me?” Jihye asked. Zico hated when she threw that in his face but he didn’t say anything and followed her into her apartment.

“Look, I had a long day and now I have to clean and finish packing. I’m not sleeping with you tonight so if that’s why you’re here yo can leave.” Jihye said. She continued picking up the wine glasses and food containers. Zico followed suit and began helping her but stopped short when he saw how stressed she was.

“Jihye, you need to take a break.” He took the empty containers out of her hand and brought them to the trash.

“Look I can-” She was cut off by his lips. His kiss was gentle and Jihye felt herself relax a bit. He hoisted her up onto her counter and spread her legs.

“Now just sit back and relax, okay?” Zico said. Jihye nodded and watch as Zico pulled her shorts and underwear down her legs. He took his sweet time, making her wetter by the minute.

“Zico, I don’t have much time you have to hur-OH MY GOD.” Zico cut her off again but this time with his tongue.

He licked a long stripe up her heat that drove her wild. Jihye never got tired of Zico eating her out. He was skilled and boy did he know it. When he wrapped his plump lips around her clit, Jihye almost lost it. He soon added a couple of fingers and Jihye became a moaning mess. She held his head in place and grinded on his tongue and fingers. Zico moaned against her and continued his assault on her clit. Jihye finally came with an intense orgasm. She was shaking as Zico continued to lap up her juices. Overstimulated and exhausted, Jihye pushed his head away, making him laugh as he straightened himself up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You good?” Zico asked. He watched as she struggled to catch her breath and chuckled to himself.

“I’m fine. I just-I really needed that.” Jihye said.

“Yeah I can tell. Look I gotta get going but I’ll come back tomorrow and help you pack okay.” Zico said. He gave her a quick peck and as he tried to walk away, Jihye grabbed his hand.

“Look, Jiho-”

“Wait, you never call me by real name. Is everything okay?” Zico asked.

“Yeah it’s just….Idara overheard her boyfriend talking about you and…..just please be careful.” Jihye warned.

“What does Idara’s boyfriend talking about me have to do with anything though? Zico asked.

“Jiho, her boyfriend is Dok2, you know, the leader of Illionaire. He’s not happy you’ve been avoiding him. If it’s true you’ve been lurking outside of his home then, I don’t know how I can help you.” Jihye said.

“I’ll handle it. I don’t want you to be involved okay?” Zico said. And with that he quickly left her apartment.

Jihye hopped off the counter and put her shorts and underwear back on. She knew better than to get involved with this mess but she also didn’t want anything to happen to her friend. Little did she know her whole world was about to be flipped upside down.