#i do cackle like a witch at the 'oh shit oH FUCK OH SHIT' videos of people doing it outdoors and just wrecking their turkeys

[muertawrites]

omg I saw that little note at the end about you maybe making a fic based off sk8er boi 👀 can’t wait if you decide to write it!!

A Girl You Used to Know (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Word Count: 900 (exactly too??? i'm a fucking witch. not editing this.)

Author's Note: did i watch a nearly 20 year old sims 2 music video for this song to psych myself up for writing this? no shame in admitting i did. is this a direct callout post to all the cheerleader!reader fics polluting this godforsaken hellsite? maybe. we'll see how much hate mail i have to ignore. this one is for my alt babes. we all know eddie would like us better.

"I can't do this anymore."

She blinked, uncomprehending.

"What?"

Eddie huffed. He uncrossed his arms, shoulders hunching, tense. Angry.

"I can't keep... fucking you like I don't feel anything for you. Like you don't get off on the fact that I'm corrupting you or some shit. Sneaking around while you're too ashamed to go out in fucking public with me."

She laughed, and he seethed. The broad actually laughed at him.

"Are you serious?" she quipped. "You're dumping me? You're dumping me. Eddie 'The Freak' is dumping the one girl in Hawkins who can have anyone she wants."

"Yeah," he spat back at her. "I am. And I have a feeling I'm not gonna regret it."

She cackled, waving her manicured hand in his face as if to dismiss him.

"That's so rich!" she cheered. "You really are as dumb as they say. You clearly don't realize how totally out of your league I am. How lucky you are that I even let you kiss me in the first place, let alone take my virginity."

"Well, if I could give it back to you, I would. I don't want any part of you anymore. I'm done being used for whatever sick fetish you're trying to fulfill."

The conversation comes back to him vividly, playing out almost in real time as she approaches him. She's definitely out of place here - blonde hair immaculately curled, pinned back with a pearl barrette, white mini skirt under a powder blue sweater. But she smiles at him all the same, running into his arms like the lover he once thought she was.

"Eddie!" she squeals.

"Bethany," he deadpans. His arms go weak at her sides, falling limp with disdain. Her perfume is way too strong, too musky; he gags on the toxic cloud that envelops him.

"I'm so proud of you!" the little cherub squeaks as they part. "I saw your music video on MTV the other day and just had to come see you! You're, like, a major rockstar now!"

She giggles in the way she thinks is infectious, but is actually just vapid. Empty. A hand raises to her cheek to swipe at a stray curl that's stuck in her lip gloss, and Eddie can't ignore the glint of the diamond on her ring finger.

"I didn't think you liked metal," is all he can bring himself to say.

"What, I can't support an old flame?" she asks, giggling still. The sound grates at the inside of his skull.

"You know I'm married," he blurts.

It's a lie, but she blanches all the same.

"O...Oh?"

Her smile falters and she can't hide it. Head cheerleader, homecoming queen, the princess of Hawkins, Indiana has lost her flawless grace.

"Yeah," Eddie confirms.

"But you don't wear a ring?"

"Looks like you do, though."

Your voice cuts through the backstage din, sidling up next to Eddie and wrapping a protective arm around his waist. He physically calms, melting into your touch as easily as he would a warm shower. He gives your bum an appreciative squeeze, loving your vicious gall against the groupies.

"Bethany," he announces smugly, "this is my girlfriend."

"Pleased to meet you!" You smile, holding out a hand for the woman to shake. She takes it reluctantly, the spread of her lips entirely forced.

"I thought you said you were married," she practically growls.

"Well, common law," you state. "We've lived together for what... a year now? Anyway. You're Bethany! Eddie's told me so much about you." You don't give her the decency of keeping the venom from your tongue. "He actually wrote a song about you!"

She perks up at that, seeing something she can hold against you.

"He did?" she coos. "Oh, he was always such a romantic. Which one was it?"

"It's not released yet," Eddie tells her. "I'm actually letting her do the vocals. She sang the demo and the label loved her too much to let me take over."

He grins proudly, hugging you even closer to his side. Bethany looks like she's going to fucking explode.

"We'll send you an LP when we get the final cut!" you offer. "Here, give us your address."

You hand her a bar napkin and an eyeliner pencil, which she sneers at but accepts. After scribbling down the information, she passes it back to Eddie, who grins as his eyes scan over it.

"Still in good ol' Hawkins," he notes. "And your name's Carver now? You actually married that fucking prick?"

You halfheartedly smack his chest, shaking your head at Bethany.

"Guys like him," you muse. "Can't take them anywhere, can you?"

Your eyes cut into hers like twin chainsaws. She's so worked up she's practically vibrating with resentment.

"Well," she ekes, "it was... wonderful to see you again, Eddie. And to meet your... lovely... girlfriend."

She spits the word like used tobacco.

You and Eddie wait until she's around the corner to collapse into hysterics, leaning against each other for support as you savor her absolute destruction.

A few months later, Bethany drives to the grocery store, her infant son screaming in the back seat. She turns up the radio to drown him out, only for the disc jockey to introduce a familiar name: Corroded Coffin.

The lyrics that flow through her speakers make her grip the steering wheel with white-knuckled rage.

Too bad that you couldn't see,

See the man that boy could be.

There is more than meets the eye.

I see the soul that is inside.

🌹💀get your eddie fix💀🌹

[untaemedqueen]

Third Wheeling

CEO!Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Warnings (Updating Still): Smut, Cheating, Unexpected Pregnancy, Unfaithful, Emotional Damage, Love

Warnings For This Chapter: Pre-Wedding Jitters, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Fingering, Praise, Lactation Kink, Milk Drinking, Pregnancy Kink, Wife Kink, Glazed Donut!OC

A/N: Today’s chapter is late because I’ve been busy playing New Pokemon Snap... sry. Shout out to @xjoonchildx, @ladyartemesia and @ppersonna because I’d be lost without them.

There are undoubtedly many events in life that make a person nervous -- your first day of high school and college, your first kiss, your first sexual experience, and for some even your first phone call you give to your doctor when you're no longer under your parents protection. But no one -- not a single person, told you how nervous your wedding day is.

Maybe it's the amount of people that are attending. Two hundred is no small number.

Or maybe it's the fact that with your belly sticking out so far you can barely see your feet makes you feel like you'll be judged.

Whatever it is, the feeling fucking sucks.

You've seen so many movies where the woman who is getting married is all laughs and smiles, giving cheers to anyone and everyone because it's her wedding day. But now, you can officially say it's bullshit.

The best part is, it isn't even today, it's tomorrow and you still are frightened to the bone at the thought.

"-And I mean, yeah. Fine. We chose the taupe napkins but who the fuck is Aubrey to say anything, y'know? Like she knows her colors… Evil witch. I swear I don't know how she passed kindergarten!"

Leena's rant drifts through your ears like a soft breeze. You haven't been paying attention for a while, if you're being honest.

"Y/N? Are you listening to me?!" Leena gawks, grabbing her glass of champagne from Taehyung's hand.

Again, you're caught up in your own mind. You play every scenario of how tomorrow will be and they all seem to be terrible ideas.

What if you trip walking down the aisle?

What if your heel snaps on the way up?

What if your water breaks in front of two hundred people?

What if-

A small square of balsamic bruschetta appears in front of your face and your eyes narrow at the piece of bread.

You feel your soon-to-be husband's fingers pushing back some stray hairs behind your ear. "Food for thought?" he quips happily.

He has not had a frown on his face in what seems like forever. You adore it, you really do. But how can he not be nervous? Your heart is practically thrumming out of your chest.

"Open," he whispers.

Reluctantly, you open your mouth for the appetizer. When he leans in, you look back down at your lap.

"I can see your heart racing through the artery in your neck," he murmurs against your ear.

His hand squeezes your knee under the table reassuringly as he pulls away.

Yoongi wants to pry, he wants to ask you what's got you so in your own head but there are a few too many people here for that.

"Noona, you're an amazing cook." Jeongguk whines, grabbing another piece of steak off the platter.

"You're actually disgusting." Jimin breathes, wrinkling his nose at the youngest's third steak.

"I need my meat, that's how I win in the ring. Gets me all big and strong." Guk beams, cutting into the large t-bone.

"That's what she said!" Hoseok and Taehyung chirp at the same time.

You watch as they high five each other with child-like smiles plastered onto their faces.

"Are you tired? Do you want to call it a night?" your fiance inquires softly, turning his whole body towards you so the rest of the room can't hear him.

You would never want to take away from the festivities. It's just that your stupid anxiety is overwhelming. Looking over at your handsome partner, your fingers intertwine with his. He's quick to kiss the back of your hand, searching your eyes for some sort of hint as to why you're so down.

"No. I'm fine. I'm sorry." you reply, giving him a small smile.

His eyes narrow at your smile and he takes a sharp breath through his teeth in confusion.

"Al...right, if you say so." he says unsurely, running your intertwined hands over your belly.

"Y/N!" Leena whines from across the table and this time you give her your full attention.

You need to try and push this anxiousness elsewhere even for a little while. You will not be a horrible host.

"Yes Beena," you inquire, leaning your chin on your hand.

"Did you hear me? Did you hear what Kim Aubrey said about my wedding planning skills?!" she screeches.

You can only snort as all eyes around the table land on you. "I don't know why you indulge her. Isn't she the one that shit her pants in chemistry when she was fifteen?"

Yoongi laughs loudly, throwing his head back and placing his hand on his chest.

"Actually yeah, she sat two rows behind me!" Namjoon chimes in with wide eyes. His nose wrinkles at the sudden memory and you don't blame him as he pushes his plate away in a sudden state of queasiness.

"So I don't suck at wedding planning?" your best friend pouts across the long table to you.

"Absolutely not." you insist, winking at her.

"This wedding is going to be the biggest event of the entire year. Maybe even the biggest event of the next ten years." Anna, Jimin's wife cheers.

Oh.

Good.

Love that.

"Well, I think we just want people to have a good time. We aren't worried about what impact it will have." Yoongi says quickly, caressing his thumb over the back of your hand to calm you down.

He's not dumb. He's figured it out by now, but he'll still want to hear it from your lips later on.

"Yeah right. 'Min Yoongi and his artistically talented fiance WOW people with their show stopping matrimony' is gonna be on the cover of Dispatch in two days." Hoseok murmurs.

"Oh yeah? And you're gonna be the one giving them the hot scoop, then?" Namjoon jeers, pointing his index finger over the lip of his glass of brandy at the handsome man.

Hobi sneers in his direction and Yoongi can only respond with a chuckle.

"My fiance is pretty show stopping." the CEO surmises, leaning back in his chair.

"Please. I'm eating. Christ." Leena groans through a mouthful of pasta.

It is nice to have so many close friends around tonight though. You hope it can distract you long enough for the nervousness brewing and bubbling inside of you to subside.

When conversations begin to break up and become between smaller groups of people, you can feel his eyes on you like a heat source.

"Little dove?" Yoongi coos softly, rubbing your distended side.

You hum to him, turning to give him your full attention.

"Tomorrow is going to be beautiful and perfect." he promises, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"No, I know. I'm just-"

"Worried." he finishes for you and he's not surprised to see your reluctant nod of agreement.

"I know. I'm nervous too." he admits, kissing your cheek.

"You've already gotten married before," you scoff, allowing his arm to curl around your shoulders.

"Actually I was black out drunk and can't remember a single thing because I was venomously angry with the dumb bitch that ruined my life before you." he replies with a wide smile.

"Oh. Good." you reply, rolling your eyes at his playfulness.

"So this is my first real wedding too. And even though I'm nervous, I'm excited. Because then when the wedding is over and we get to our honeymoon-"

"Uh uh." you gasp, smushing your finger to his lips.

He pouts against your finger, kissing it softly. "What?" he garbles against your digit.

"We have company." you whisper fiercely.

"Didn't stop you a few days ago when you sucked my cock beneath the desk upstairs while I was on a video meeting." he deadpans, pulling your hand away from his face.

"Yoongi!" you gasp, glancing over the table who hasn't heard a single thing.

You'd like to keep it that way.

"I can't wait to fuck your little pregnant cunt as you're Mrs. Min Yoongi." he beams, kissing your temple.

You can feel your cheeks flushing with embarrassment and you can only blame the man beside you for that one.

When you smack his chest out of shame, the noise echoes throughout the room, earning attention from all of the guests.

"Abuse is not nice, Y/N. Do you want to file a lawsuit, Yoongi?" Yoona quips, sticking her tongue out at you.

The CEO chuckles, squeezing your shoulder with glee. "No, she couldn't handle my lawyers." he bubbles.

"Oh yeah, you know you aren't supposed to sleep with each other tonight, right?" Leena inquires, moving her fork between the both of you.

The cackle Yoongi gives is loud and absurd, much like your best friend's comment. "I can't do anything to her she doesn't have proof of." he banters, pointing at your large belly.

Leena scoffs, pointing down at her plate. "Again. Eating. Gross." she enunciates, pouring herself another glass of expensive champagne.

Jimin's laugh rings throughout the dining room and Yoongi knows that he's the only person who could truly understand him in that moment.

"Why do people do that dumb tradition anyway?" Jeongguk asks, finally finishing his food.

"It actually comes from arranged marriages. When people didn't know who they were marrying." Yoona informs him.

"Fuck that luck shit. That's the saying, isn't it? 'It's bad luck to see the bride' or something like that." Hoseok breathes.

"I think I'm lucky," Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin reply all at once.

Your best friend takes the opportunity to sneer at her boyfriend and you can't help but giggle at his hopeless expression. "You know I love you, baby." Taehyung coos, sliding his arm over her shoulders.

"Mhm." she drolls, rolling her eyes when both of you look at one another.

"What's for dessert?" Jeongguk asks pleasantly, tying his long black hair up into a ponytail.

"Are you serious? You're not full?" Namjoon gawks at the boxer.

"I was saving room for dessert!" he beams, looking over at you expectantly.

Jeongguk is sweet, sweeter than most younger men you've ever met. He feels something akin to a little brother to you at this point and it's wonderful to see that even if you're rich you can still have manners.

"I made just a simple cobbler, since the wedding cake tomorrow is going to be super heavy and rich." you announce.

Yoongi shoves his chair back, holding out his hand to help you up like the gentleman he is.

He watches you carefully sprinkle powdered sugar atop the dessert with warm eyes.

You don't know how difficult it's going to be walking up that aisle tomorrow, but you do know that your ankles are going to be on fire. They already are.

He picks up the ceramic dish for you, nodding to the chair for you to sit back down and your heart warms for what feels like the billionth time today.

He's such a special person.

"Yoongi is really cool these days, huh?" Jimin jeers, elbowing your fiance when he steps between him and Jeongguk to place the dessert onto the table.

"I've always been cool," he counters, nudging the younger man back

"Well…" Jeongguk and Taehyung droll at the same time.

"Whatever," the CEO breathes, rolling his eyes.

Your giggle seems to light up the room as well as Yoongi's heart. Slamming down in his chair beside you, he can't help the glee that courses through him.

He can't wait for tomorrow.

Climbing into bed, you let the mattress mold to your body and it feels like heaven to be finally laying down, your body certainly thanks you for it.

Yoongi leans against the wall, watching as you sigh happily. "I can just come to bed y'know? I don't need to stay up and hang out." he offers, padding towards you.

"No, that wouldn't be fair. It's your bachelor party. You should be able to play poker and drink." you reply, cupping your stomach.

His eyes drift over you and you can see how soft his expression is in the dim lighting. "You got out of your bachelorette party," he adds, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I have a reason. I'm pregnant." you deadpan, lifting your head to look at him.

"With my baby," he coos, stretching up the bed to lay down beside you.

"Don't get comfy." you warn him, running your fingers over his clothed chest.

"I'm not, I'll just stay until you fall asleep." he promises, kissing your forehead.

His hand drifts over your stomach and the tiny kick he feels makes his heart beat faster. "Hey, kid. How you doin' in there?" he whispers, running his thumb over the spot his son just hit.

You hum gently, letting your eyes flutter closed.

"I'm so tired but I'm so nervous." you announce in the quiet room.

Your fiance looks away from your belly to look over at you. "It's okay to be nervous, but don't let it supersede your happiness for tomorrow either."

You nod gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I just have so many scenarios going through my head."

"And none of them are nice, I'm sure." he replies, booping your nose with his index finger.

Scoffing in agreement, you bury your face into his sweet smelling neck.

"I can make you cum, it might make you sleepy," he offers.

"I can't return the favor though, I'm too tired. It'll be unfair," you whine.

When he clicks his teeth, you only hold him tighter to your body.

"I don't need you to 'return the favor' when you love someone as much as I love you, you'd do anything to see them comfortable." he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"They're waiting for you downstairs." you remind him.

"Let them wait. You come first," he breathes, running the tips of his fingers over your soft inner thighs.

You whine in disagreement but your body betrays you naturally. Your legs spread wider and your breath hitches, your lips softly suckle on the thin skin of his neck waiting patiently for what he will do next.

"Your skin is so soft," he whispers, tugging the seat of your panties to the side.

He pulls away from you just far enough to be able to see how well he pleases you and he's already aroused at the sight.

Your eyes are low with lust, bottom lip clamped between your teeth. Your nipples are stiff peaks, straining against the grey silk nightgown you adorn. He can see the grey fabric becoming darker with each passing second as you bead milk.

"God," he groans, parting your lower lips.

"Tomorrow when we fly to Japan, I'm gonna fuck you in every way you could possibly think of." he promises, running his middle finger through your arousal.

"H-How?" you inquire curiously, gasping when he taps the pad of his finger to your clit.

His lips part and his teeth clamp down on one of the cups of your nightgown before pulling down harshly.

You whimper at the chilly air that glides over your now exposed skin.

He lays soft, hot opened mouthed kisses to your nipple, watching your eyebrows furrow in pleasure.

"How am I going to fuck you?" he prods.

You nod fervently, capturing your index finger between your teeth.

"Well," he begins, drawing smooth, slow circles to your swelling clit, "I'll start on the red eye. I'll take you back to the bedroom and take off that pretty wedding dress you'll be wearing just for me."

"Daddy," you whimper, spreading your legs wider for more.

He hums in agreement, pulling off your underwear to free you completely before him.

"I'm gonna make sure the whole crew of my plane knows you're getting fucked by your husband. Gonna have you screaming my name while I fuck your tight little pussy with my thick cock." he avows, kissing over your shoulder.

His words send shivers up your spine and your toes curl with excitement.

"Fuck," you whimper, grinding your hips down onto his hand.

"Gonna hold your big belly in my hands while I fuck you from behind. Let your milk drip all over the sheets of the bed on the plane. You're gonna beg me to go harder, to fill your dirty pregnant cunt full of my cum. I'm gonna make you feel so good, you aren't even going to care that everyone can hear you calling me daddy."

Shoving two fingers inside of you, he skillfully taps the soft patch of nerves within you and your brain is already firing on all cylinders to cum for him. His thumb begins to press harder circles into your clit and when you cup your belly, his eyes roll back at the sight.

"Gonna get you to the secluded hotel and fuck you out on the balcony, in the bath tub, on the bed, anywhere I can get my hands on you. Because I need you wrapped around me. Always." he murmurs into your ear.

"Shit!" you cry out, letting your head loll back to the pillow.

"Good girl, little dove." he praises, unbuttoning his pants for relief.

The head of his cock peeks out from the lip of his briefs and you whimper at the pearl of precum that beads at the tip.

"You're so beautiful," he breathes, kissing from your collarbone to your pert nipple.

When he suckles softly, your hips lift at the erotocism. He moans at the taste of your milk and his hand ghosts over his hard cock.

"Daddy," you cry out, starting to shake from the overwhelming pleasure.

Sitting up on his knees, he shoves his pants down further. He parts your legs wider and he doesn't seem to care that all of his friends are waiting patiently for him downstairs.

His cock ruts between your folds and you're ever so close to cumming with every swipe the head of his cock brushes against your clit.

"So warm," he murmurs, purchasing his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your moans begin to get louder and he knows you're so close to releasing your pleasure.

"That's it baby, you're so close." Yoongi notices, running his hands over your stomach.

"O-Oh my God!" you cry out, grabbing his hands over your belly.

"I know, little dove. Feels good, huh?" he coos.

You're so obscenely wet, that even without him being inside you he's finding himself close to his own end.

It's just you in general, you overstimulate him in ways he can barely understand.

"Daddy, I'm gonna cum." you bleat, gripping his hands harder.

"Cum for me, little dove. I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me." he begs, rutting his hips harder against your core.

You do as told, cumming for him with white spotted eyes and loud sobs of pleasure.

"Good girl," he praises, pulling away from your weeping pussy.

He fists his cock in hand, dragging the swollen, leaking tip over your belly. "Such a pretty woman I have beneath me. Fuck," he curses, jerking his hand faster.

Even as tiredness begins to shroud you, you want him to orgasm too. "Daddy, cum all over my belly. Want to feel your warm cum."

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth, his eyes snapping to yours.

When you palm your breasts, his eyes immediately falter to them. You pinch your nipples purposefully, earning droplets of milk that stream slowly over your digits.

"Oh fuck!" he gasps loudly, pushing his hair out of his eyes.

"Want your cum so badly," you whimper, looking up at him with doe-like eyes.

"Yeah? You want me to cum all over your belly?" he prods, feeling his balls tightening.

You nod fervently, leaving your breasts to rub circles to your distended skin.

"Fuck!" he curses, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm courses through him. His cock throbs and stutters in his hand and you hum with satisfaction when you feel his warm cum land on your belly.

"God, you're too sexy for your own good." the father of your child jeers, sitting back on the heels of his feet.

You find yourself giving a tired giggle and your eyelids slowly begin to shield your eyes from view.

"Good girl." he whispers softly, hopping off the bed to clean your stomach.

When he comes back with a wet towel, he can see that you're already fast asleep. He's happy knowing that you'll be able to sleep even if it's only for a few hours.

He can understand your worries and your fears but he wants you to be able to enjoy your wedding too.

Kissing your forehead as he cleans your belly, he sighs softly. "My wife," he breathes, closing his eyes.

"I'll be back later, my love." he promises, tossing the rag back into the bathroom.

Yoongi covers your naked body with the comforter and his heart is thudding in the recesses of his chest with joy.

Just a few more hours and you'll be legally his.

"Remind me why we're playing poker the night before your wedding instead of going out?" Taehyung asks, throwing chips into the center of the green felted table.

"Because there's no pregnant strippers around these parts," Jimin jeers, picking up his beer.

Yoongi sneers at the younger man beside him, elbowing him almost out of embarrassment.

"What? If I could go see a pregnant strip show, believe me, I would."

"We know." everyone replies, rolling their eyes.

"Last time you had a bachelor party, man, that shit was fun." the hotel CEO recalls.

"You had fun." Yoongi reminds him, ashing his cigar.

"Also, aren't you completely smitten with Leena anyway? You want her to have your baby." Namjoon prods, placing his cards down on the table.

Taehyung smirks at his comment, leaning back into his chair and slinging his arm over the lip. "Oh, I'm very happy. She's everything I could possibly want." he affirms, smiling to himself.

"Then why do you want to go to a strip club?" Hoseok adds, throwing chips onto the table.

"Because I like tits. Jesus Christ, just crucify me why don't you!" Tae replies appalled.

Yoongi snorts loudly, clamping his teeth down on his cigar.

He wonders if you're okay, if you've woken up in the past few hours due to his son being so active.

His fingers flex uncomfortably and he's still surprised how much his life has changed in such a small amount of time. He's gone from being a violent, sadistic, narcissistic asshole to being a needy, loving and adoring man. And that's all thanks to you.

You've completely changed the pattern of his DNA and he could never appreciate you as much as you deserve.

"You excited for tomorrow, hyung?" Guk's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he smirks at the younger man.

"Very excited but very nervous." he admits to his group of friends.

"I remember the night of his other wedding. He was so fucking drunk he could barely stand up on his own." Jimin recalls with a laugh.

"I had to hold him up with my shoulder from behind so he didn’t fall backwards." Namjoon adds with a sharp laugh.

Yoongi smirks to himself, looking down at his pocket which holds his wallet. "Well, I'm just glad we don't have to have a repeat of that horrible day again."

"You got lucky dude, not many people find their soulmate when they were an asshole like you were." Hoseok says, pointing at the Kisung CEO.

His sneer is terrifying but probably only to himself as the other men laugh at Hobi's words.

"Y/N completely made him do a 180." Joon concurs.

"I like Y/N noona a lot. She fits in well and she's always optimistic and sweet. We needed someone like her in our lives." Guk beams and your soon-to-be husband seems to glow in their praise.

He loves hearing his friends talk so highly of you. He loves knowing that you're loved for being yourself, especially because you don't know it very often.

He can remember when he first met you, in the back of Seokjin's club. You were sweet and kind but a smart ass and cheeky at the same time. You intrigued him on so many levels and he can remember how badly he wanted to destroy you. But he never would have expected to fall in love with you as earnestly as he has.

And he wouldn't change it for anything in the universe.

"Leena has been putting in so much work for this wedding, you would think it's hers." Taehyung laughs, pulling Yoongi out of his reverie.

"And when are you getting married to her then?" the Kisung CEO inquires, ashing his cigar.

The question seems to stupify the handsome hotel owner, he stutters and shifts awkwardly in his seat trying to reply to the sudden question.

"Jesus, you broke him!" Jimin laughs, clapping his best friend on the back.

Taehyung's cheeks burn bright red and his hand immediately cups the back of his neck out of embarrassment. "I mean I bought a ring. I just haven't thought of anything romantic to y'know… ask her."

Beer goes flying out of Jimin's mouth and the sneer Yoongi gives makes him want to die on the spot.

"Jimin. You're paying for the new felt, you fucking animal." Yoongi gripes, watching Namjoon and Hoseok heartily laugh at the younger man.

"That'll be great! Leena noona is really nice!" Jeongguk cheers, hugging Taehyung happily.

"Thanks…" Tae breathes embarrassed.

Yoongi winks at him and he isn't surprised in the slightest, he knows just how smitten the man is with your best friend.

"Yoongi?"

The voice is gentle and tired.  In an instant he's burning out his cigar and waving the smoke away.

"Yeah, baby?" he calls to you, disregarding the others in the library.

"Just checking to see if you were all still here," you murmur, stepping into the library doorway.

You're beautiful in the dim glow of the library's lights and the smile that spreads over his face is heart shatteringly perfect.

"Still here." he beams, padding over to you.

"Okay." you bleat, rubbing your sleep hooded eyes.

"What're you doing up, my dove? You must be so tired." he inquires, pushing hair back behind your ear.

"I'm thirsty. Wanted water." you chirp, pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Okay. Get your water and I'll be up in a few minutes. Alright?" he promises, tipping your chin up with his index finger.

You hum in agreement, starting to yawn.

He chuckles at your sleepy state, kissing your forehead. He pats your backside for good measure before turning to his friends that are seated around the poker table.

"I think it's time to get some rest before the big day tomorrow."

The guys hum in agreement, tossing down their cards and standing up.

"Tomorrow's gonna be great, man. I'm really happy for you." Joon whispers, patting his shoulder as he heads out first.

Yoongi can only agree with a wide smile.

Tomorrow is the start to the rest of his life. And it's perfect, just like you.

Next Chapter ----->

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[shroomcult]

@soulxmakaweek

Day 4: Apologize

I fell way behind with Soma week because I got slammed with work and this monster of a fic took me too long to write.

Summary: 

Maka comes to realize that Soul had never felt fully comfortable around Crona, and in ignoring this entirely - she unknowingly hurt her closest friend.

Special thanks to Tori @chichirichick (she betas all of my dumpster fires, bless her) for proofreading this mess of emotions and also to Zi @azroazizah for coming up with the concept for this fic. 

**Disclaimer** This story is not about putting blame on Crona, but instead about acknowledging the fact that Soul went through trauma due to their actions and it was never taken into consideration by Maka before inviting them into their friend group. I'm not saying Crona didn't deserve support, but it's also completely valid for Soul - a victim of Crona - to not feel entirely safe around them regardless of their tragic background and circumstances. If Crona is a big comfort character for you and you feel you would likely be upset by this concept, then I recommend not reading it altogether. We all interpret things different and we're all entitled to our own opinions, and I'm not going to get in arguments with people over this.

It’d been a while since the Spartoi team was all together again.

After the fall of Asura, they really had no purpose to join forces as a team. No big baddie to unite them in ass-kickery. 

The skies were blue again. There were still Kishin eggs to take down, and a shaky new diplomatic relationship with the witches to maintain as well. 

Things were more or less … normal. Boring, even.

The only big difference Blackstar could discern was that nobody seemed to have time to just hang out and be friends anymore.

Kid was over his head with his new responsibilities, and while he was doing an admirable job filling his father’s shoes; there was a steep learning curve and his perfectionist tendencies only made it more challenging to overcome. He upheld a calm and collected demeanor in the public’s eyes, but Liz and Patty spent most of their time holding him together behind the scenes. 

Soul and Maka were a different situation entirely.

It was odd enough to adjust to the recent change in the nature of their relationship. They claimed to be the same as they’ve always been - just Soul & Maka. Only, they grew much closer after the hardships they had endured both in the book of Eibon and on the moon.

They had been close to begin with, but this was a different kind of close. Stolen glances, hands reaching for each other when they thought nobody was looking. Blushing for almost no damn reason. 

Something was going on between them - he could be sure of that.

More recently, however, Maka had been particularly obsessive about solving the dilemma of Crona’s entrapment on the moon. She was driving herself to a slow-burning insanity, considering every moment that she hadn’t rescued them yet to be a personal failure.

She’d been spending much of her time in the restricted section of the library, consuming every piece of relevant research for hours on end. Soul often stayed up there with her doing the same, or at the very least keeping her silent company when he was too burnt out to read anymore.

He’d also spent much of his extra time with Stein, training to perfect his sound-wave abilities into his own form of wavelength attack.

He’d been giving his all ever since making deathscythe status to hone his strength and better serve Maka. He’d even been able to hold his own for a surprising amount of time in the sparring ring against Blackstar, and that was a feat in and of itself.

All of the focus on Crona’s rescue had appeared to be wearing on him, though. 

Soul may have accepted Crona into his friend group for Maka’s sake, even empathized with them - but he had never fully trusted the demon sword meister. Although Soul was outwardly friendly towards them, Blackstar noticed the way his friend had watched them like a hawk before they turned back to Medusa. He was always ready for a scenario like that because he had never felt entirely safe around them to begin with.

Not that Maka had bothered to even take Soul’s feelings into consideration before forgiving Crona on his behalf.

She couldn’t have possibly been that dense. She had to have been actively ignoring the signs of Soul’s discomfort because she couldn’t handle acknowledging them.

And now she was doing the same thing all over again even with Crona as far away as the moon. It was obvious that Soul was doing what he always did - shoving his own feelings aside in favor of Maka’s. The loyal mutt of a boy valued her wellbeing far above his own, that was for certain.

He just seemed so exhausted of it all now. Searching tirelessly with Maka for a solution that may not even exist took up much of his time and energy.  

He never had the time to shoot hoops or play video games like he used to, and Blackstar was far above begging for his attention. He stopped even bothering to ask him.

Just for one night though, by some divine luck - everybody was willing to clear their schedule to have a late night dinner at the most beloved and heart-attack inducing burger joint in town. 

Every member of Spartoi was crammed into the largest booth in the restaurant and their chatter was loud enough to fill the whole section. 

There were multiple conversations happening at a time, but Blackstar was zeroing in on Soul who had his chin resting on his palm and that stupid, dopey look he got on his face when he was proud of Maka. Yuck. Keep it in your pants, loverboy.

Maka was next to Soul, his arm stretched out behind her on the booth, while Ox engaged her in a fiery debate over god knows what across the table from her. Judging by the redness in baldy’s face - Maka was on the winning side. He really couldn’t understand Soul’s hard-on for a bossy know-it-all personality, but whatever floats his boat he supposed.  

He decided he’d seen enough of that look on his best friend’s face and crumpled up a straw wrapper, dipping it in his soda and sticking it at the end of his straw.

He blew on the other end, sending the sticky wad of paper flying across the table. The projectile hit its target directly on the cheek.

“Fuck’s sake dude, how old are you?” he grumbled, reaching over the table to grab a handful of napkins to clean his face off with.

Maka snatched some of his napkins for herself, rubbing it vigorously into the flecks of cola that stained her uniform. “You got my shirt all wet, idiot.”

Blackstar simply threw his head back to cackle obnoxiously. “I just thought I should break up your lame little debate team fight before Ox over here pops a blood vessel. You know he can’t handle losing well.”

“I wasn’t losing!” Ox hissed under his breath.

Maka only met her opponent’s glare with a shit-eating grin.

“Hey, Maka! What had you stopped to talk with Professor Stein about earlier today?” Tsubaki cut in, obviously attempting to diffuse another argument between the two competitive brainiacs.

Maka’s expression relaxed into something a little more neutral, seemingly caught off guard by the question. Debate-mode successfully disarmed.

“Oh. Well… I just had some questions about my black blood research for him.” 

Blackstar didn’t miss the way Soul tensed up beside her at the mention of black blood. His face was void of any distinct emotion, but something was off in his body language. The way his shoulders squared as if he were instinctively bristling.

Anyone with a shred of social awareness could have deduced that black blood, Medusa, and Crona were not Soul’s favorite topics. It wasn’t unusual for him to shut down and discontinue any contributions to a conversation when any of these things were brought up. 

Unfortunately for Soul, all of those subjects were constantly on Maka’s mind since she began her obsessive pursuit for a solution to Crona’s ordeal.

“Oh? And what did he have to say?” Tsubaki pressed, completely oblivious to the tense situation she was potentially triggering.

“As you’re already aware, there’s not really any official research on the black blood that exists. We’ve been digging through countless books - gathering as much information about madness and Kishins as we can, but it can only get us so far. It would be so much more useful if we could get our hands on a physical sample of the substance itself.”

Soul’s eyes widened in concern, but only for a second before he slipped his usual poker face back on. His Adam’s apple bobbed nervously despite the veneer of calm he displayed.

“Anyways,” she continued, turning to look at Soul, “I was going to talk to you about this later, but maybe some of the black blood still remains in your system? I know we believed it was all gone, but surely there’s some residual amount of it lingering behind? Something we could maybe isolate, extract and create a concentrate of? Stein said it was unlikely, but technically possible. We have to try for Crona, right, Soul?”

He was no longer wearing his mask of apathy. Unmistakeable, visible discomfort was etched into his facial features and he was clenching his hands, knuckles whitening from the pressure. Everyone at the table was hushed and the tension was palpable.

“He doesn’t have to try anything,” Kid’s voice cut sharply through the silence, golden eyes flashing sternly at her.

A soft gasp escaped her and her eyebrows shot up, clearly taken-aback by the sudden burst of hostility from her boss and close friend. Her eyes darkened seconds later, determination setting in.

 “I think that’s his decision to make, and I’d like to hear what he has to say,” she turned her attention back to Soul, hope still shining in her eyes.

He fidgeted with his necktie, loosening it and clearing his throat. “Yeah, s’fine. Whatever you need, I guess.”

Maka’s face lit up into a bright smile that turned Blackstar’s stomach and she pulled Soul into a brief hug. “I knew we could count on you, Soul! You’re the best partner ever.”

“Whatever, it’s no problem. Just try not to drain me of all my blood, alright?” he chuckled weakly, avoiding her eyes in favor of staring a hole in the middle of the table.

She gave an easygoing laugh in response, and went back to conversing with Tsubaki as if she hadn’t just pressured her partner into volunteering himself as a guinea pig for the sake of someone who had literally sliced him open from shoulder to hip and infected him with black blood to begin with.

Is she fucking serious?

Blackstar was practically vibrating with fury from the interaction he’d just watched, and Tsubaki’s normally soothing hand on his shoulder did little to calm him down. When he glanced at Kid, he instantly knew the death god had shared his frustration with Maka’s obliviousness. 

It wasn’t long before Soul abruptly stood from his place at the end of the booth, pulling a twenty out of his wallet and placing it on the table in front of him.

“Soul? What are you doing? The food hasn’t even gotten here yet,” Maka blinked at him in confusion.

“I’m not feelin’ too great - gonna head out, sorry guys. Could you just bring my food back in a to-go box?” he said with an apologetic quirk of his lips. He squeezed her shoulder gently before turning on his heels and making his way out of the diner in long strides.

Why does she look so shocked? Does she really not understand that she’s been hurting him?

After that, the night passed by in a haze for Blackstar. He hardly spoke for the rest of the meal due to the fact that he was using all of his mental capacity to keep his impulse to stand up and loudly call his friend out in front of everybody in check. 

The only thing truly stopping him was the knowledge that Soul would likely be embarrassed and more than a little pissed off if he’d made a big scene over something that he wasn’t even willing to talk about.  

So he waited - held his tongue until he could lash out in private.

As everyone was saying their goodbyes, Blackstar watched her rise from her seat gathering her to-go boxes carefully and giving him a nod of acknowledgement before she headed out.

His eyes bore into the back of her head as she left, and Tsubaki’s hand clamped gently on him for the second time that night. Her eyes were crinkled with a gentle concern.

“I think you should leave this between them. If Soul wanted all of this out in the open, he would have had that conversation with her himself.”

A heavy sigh settled in his chest, “You know how he is. He’s the suffer in silence type and he always does her bidding. If nobody says anything, then nothing’ll change. I just want to talk to her - not like I’m gonna beat her ass or anything … unless she gives me a reason to.” 

“Blackstar,” she chided, fully aware that he would make good on that threat.

“I know, I know. I won’t be long, see ya at home,” he said, throwing up placating hands before stuffing them in his pockets and striding in the direction Maka had gone. 

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Maka set her walk home at a leisurely pace, dragging her feet slightly as she watched the sunset bleed into the sky above.

It wasn’t that she was trying to prolong seeing Soul, or that she wasn’t worried about the way he’d acted back in the diner - like something was eating at him. 

She was pretty positive that he wasn’t physically ill, which only left the option of it being an emotional issue. 

And getting Soul to talk about emotional issues was like trying to pull teeth from a temperamental bear. 

She had to figure out a way to go about this delicately, and she had to figure it out soon because their apartment block was fast approaching.

She stopped in her tracks when she felt the presence of a familiar soul behind her. His steps had been so quiet, she wouldn’t have even been aware he was stalking her from behind if it weren’t for her exceptional soul perception abilities.

“I know you’re following me, Blackstar.”

In moments, he was stepping out in front of her. “Wasn’t trying to hide. I need to talk to you,” his voice was uncharacteristically stern.

She wasn’t stupid. She knew Blackstar had some kind of problem with her since dinner. He was deathly quiet and glowering at her for most of the night; very unusual behavior from someone who never shuts up or hesitates to start a fight. 

“Okay, I’m listening,” she said, already preparing to defend herself against whatever absurd argument he wanted to pull her into.

“The whole situation with Crona - have you ever once thought about how Soul feels about it?”

Whatever she had been expecting to come out of his mouth - that wasn’t it.

“What? I mean, I know how Soul feels. He wants Crona to be safe, just like I do. What are you trying to get at?”

“I’m not talking about what he thinks about Crona being stuck in the deathdamned moon, Maka! I mean have you ever thought about how he felt when you forced Crona into his life to begin with? After being sliced open?” 

Maka’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline and her mouth opened and closed a few times, baffled by the question. 

“Soul understands why I welcomed Crona as a friend. He trusts me,” she answered, hoping her voice conveyed the confidence that she couldn’t find in this moment.

This entire conversation was throwing her off.

“Yeah, okay. He accepted your decision because he trusts you, or loves you or whatever the fuck. We all know that - but that doesn’t mean he was comfortable with it. It doesn’t mean he felt safe. He just stuffed his own feelings down, because he knew it made it easier for you.”

Her throat tightened as her own conflicting emotions overcame her. He had no idea what he was talking about. Soul was fine. He’s always been fine. 

“Did he say that to you? That he didn’t feel safe?” she choked out. 

“Soul? You think he tells people things? About his feelings?” he snorted. “No, he doesn’t have to tell me shit. It’s clear on his face every time you mention Crona, or Medusa, or that fucking blood.”

“Maybe you’re just making assumptions about how he feels!” she shouted back, gripping handfuls of the front of his shirt.

He leaned in, completely unfazed by the rage burning in her eyes. “You ever noticed how when Crona was around, he was always watching them out of the corner of his eye - twitching every time they made some sudden move. You ever noticed how quiet and withdrawn he’d get around them? Or any time they were brought up? You didn’t - because you didn’t want to.” 

“Shut up! Y-you’re making something out of nothing. Are you trying to tell me that I should just give up and forget about Crona? That they don’t deserve to have a friend?” 

Some of his aggression was fizzling out as he released a heavy sigh, placing his hands calmly over hers, still clenching in his shirt. “I’m not trying to say that you shouldn’t have helped Crona, or that you shouldn’t keep trying to help them now. I’m only telling you that even if Soul has forgiven and moved on - he’s still a victim of Crona’s actions. He suffered trauma from that, even if he’s too fucking stubborn to admit it. Just acknowledge that maybe he needs a break from thinking about them - all of that shit that happened - every now and then. Get your head out of Crona’s ass long enough to check if he’s okay too.”

She stumbled over wordless sounds as her hands went limp and released their vice-grip on his clothing. She was trying desperately to think of a way to refute the awful things he was saying, but Blackstar wouldn’t give her the chance. 

“If you gave him even half the thought you gave to Crona - maybe you would have noticed it like everybody else has. I just want you to think about it for a bit, that’s all,” his voice softened towards the end, shoulders sagging slightly as he turned away, leaving her to deal with the aftermath of his confrontation.

The heat of tears prickled behind her eyelids and she clenched her fists tightly to her sides. 

She wanted so badly to swing around and scream at Blackstar’s retreating figure that he was wrong, that he had no idea what he was talking about and of course she thinks about her weapon.

But the longer she allowed his harsh words to sink in; the more she could feel the sting of truth settling into her heart.

Had she really been so blind? 

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Soul had been laying on his back in bed, hands resting on his stomach and eyes pointed at the ceiling, unmoving for some time. He wasn’t entirely sure how many hours, but he knew his playlist had ended long ago - no music played from the earbuds that were still jammed in his ears.

He couldn’t explain the heaviness in his heart. The anxiety that often set in whenever Maka mentioned Crona or the black blood. It was all water under the bridge, wasn’t it? There was no point in allowing himself to wallow in all the negative emotions that punched him in the gut at the mention of their name. It was selfish to feel those things - it was his job to give Maka his full support. His own feelings were irrelevant.

It was just harder on this particular night. Sure, she droned on about those sore subjects often. Their research revolved around it anyways. He’d just hoped that it could have been different just for one night.

He’d secretly been ecstatic when Maka begrudgingly agreed to shelve her research just long enough to get a late dinner with all of their friends. A break had been long overdue. 

Things had been different between them, after all. They’d been sharing a bed, and they’d even shared a few kisses in the small, rare moments that they’d spent alone together - focused only on each other. They were chaste kisses, but he’d greedily take whatever he could get. 

As she became more frantic about her lack of results in helping Crona, he may as well have not even existed to her. 

He’d just needed that one dinner to pretend things were normal, to pretend as though he was on a date with her and she was willing to spend time with him and think about literally anything aside from her latest fixations. Instead, she’d asked him to play part in some unsound experiment - to prod for things that he hadn’t wanted to find again. It had only been made more uncomfortable by the scrutinizing presence of all of their friends. 

He’d felt used.

Soul perked up at the familiar sound of the front door creaking open and slamming shut. He was immediately ashamed of the pavlovian response he had to the sound of his meister returning - the little flip in his heart that made him feel like a stupid dog wagging its tail at the sound of its master.

Just keep to yourself. She doesn’t need to interact with you in this useless state of self pity. You don’t deserve her comfort.

Self-loathing curled in his gut and he kept his eyes stubbornly trained on a water stain in the ceiling.

Suddenly, light flooded into his dark room as his door was hesitantly opened. He reflexively brought himself to sit up on his elbows only to meet a teary-eyed Maka.

All self-indulgent angsty thoughts instantly evaporated from his head, and he was ripping his earbuds out and swinging his legs over the side of the bed to get up.

She made purposeful steps across his room, throwing her arms around his neck and forcing him back onto the bed with the motion.

“I’m so sorry, Soul,” she warbled mournfully into his sweater. 

“Huh? Sorry ‘bout what? What’s going on, Maka?” he tried to nudge her into looking up at him, but she adamantly refused.

She took a few shallow breaths before rubbing her wet cheek against the quickly-dampening fabric and looking up at him with dewy eyes.

“I haven’t been a good friend to you - have I? 

Was that a trick question?

“I-I don’t get what we’re talkin’ about here,” he stuttered uselessly, attempting to compensate for his lack of eloquence by brushing his fingers comfortingly through her soft hair.

“I never asked if you felt okay with Crona being around you. I never asked you if you forgave them at all - I just brought them into your space, your home. I just wanted them to have a chance at a normal life so badly - I ignored your pain, and I’m so sorry,” she rushed her confession out like it had been a breath she was holding in.

He had to fight the urge to bark out a laugh. It wasn’t that he found anything that she said humorous - it was just so strange that she was addressing this out of the blue. She’d seemed completely unaware as usual back at the diner, where had this even come from?

He was so lost in thought, he’d almost forgotten to respond and instantly regretted the prolonged silence he’d left her in. “Maka, it’s fine,” he insisted, “I get why you forgave Crona. I admire you for it.”

“But that doesn’t mean you were okay. I should have at least checked on you, or asked you about how you felt - or literally anything,’ she mumbled numbly from his chest.

“Hey. Look at me,” he said, lifting her cheek from its resting place against his sweater, “Sure, I didn’t feel the most comfortable around Crona. I think it was pretty awkward for both of us to be near each other. That doesn’t mean I dislike them, or didn’t want you to be their friend. You can’t beat yourself up over something I hadn’t bothered to tell you.”

His words hadn’t brought the comfort that he’d hoped they would, and her brows remained stubbornly crinkled. “If it had been me - if I was the one who’d been cut by that sword, would you still say that you don’t dislike them? That you’re okay with us being friends?”

It was a question that he instantly knew the answer to, but he was reluctant to say it out loud. He finally caved, bringing his eyes back to hers, “No. I wouldn’t have been able to forgive them if it was you.”

She closed her eyes tightly, nodding her head in grim acceptance of that truth. She had likely known that would be his answer already, but hearing it must have been difficult.

“But I love that about you. You have so much compassion. I only care for the few people that I’ve decided I love - I don’t have room in my heart for others like you do. I’d like to be more like you,” he whispered reverently, taking her cheeks in both of his hands and briskly wiping away all of the moisture he could reach with his thumbs.

“I should’ve had more compassion for you,” she lamented softly under her breath, eyes downcast.

“You’re not a fuckin’ mind reader, Maks. It was my choice not to bring anything up.”

She nodded slowly, but the way her grip tightened on him only confirmed his suspicion that she wasn’t going to forgive herself for it.

Minutes passed before a word was spoken, but Soul eventually cleared his throat. “You know, I don’t expect you to ever stop being friends with Crona, or to give up on rescuing them. I don’t want that. I don’t mind helping you like you’d asked earlier tonight, too. If that’s what you need from me, then I’m here.”

She brought herself to her elbows on top of him to get a better view of his face.

“I know. I’m not going to give up on them. But It matters to me that you’re happy too, and if that means you need a break from all that, then I want you to know that it’s okay to ask for that.”

“Right, I’ll keep that in mind,” he said in a hushed tone, distracting himself with a piece of her hair twirled between his fingers.

“And I don’t want to use your blood for research. It was wrong of me to even think of asking you that. We’ll find another way,” she assured him, voice tightening with emotion, “I definitely got carried away with all of this. It wasn’t healthy, and I really am sorry I’ve pushed you away in the process. We can’t solve this thing if we don’t have time to properly take care of ourselves. You’ve been working so hard with me, and I think we need more actual quality time together.”

“Yeah, I could get on board with that. I kinda walked out on dinner tonight, so how about we do something - just you and me tomorrow? Movies sound good?”

“Movies sounds great,” she hummed in agreement, hands idly playing with his hair.

As much as he would have preferred for her to continue her ministrations, he stopped her movements to grasp her hand, bringing it to his chest to rest above where she knew his scar was. He pressed down on her hand lightly.

“I’m glad it happened. I’m glad they gutted me, ‘cause I hadn’t understood what you meant to me till that moment,” he muttered, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head.

She only exhaled shakily, hand tightening against the evidence of his devotion.

“I just hate that it took a lecture from Blackstar of all people for me to realize that I’d been hurting you.”

His eyes widened a little at that new piece of information. Blackstar was the one that brought all of this on her mind? He could’ve sworn it would have been Kid if anyone. He couldn’t help but feel a little touched that Blackstar had been so concerned about him, but he was also somewhat irritated that his friend had distressed Maka as much as he had.

“Blackstar, huh? Remind me to have a conversation with him about mindin’ his own business,” he laughed half-heartedly.

“No, don’t. I’m glad that he said what he did - I needed to hear it,” she urged him.

“Doesn’t matter. He didn’t have to make my girlfriend cry from guilt over bein’ friends with someone,” he muttered, but his face immediately burned a bright red as soon as he’d caught what he’d called her.

She was a similar shade, holding her breath as well as his gaze with a tortuously difficult to decipher expression on her face.

“That is, uh- I mean… fuck.”  

Very articulate. Great job, Soul.

He hadn’t needed to agonize over whether or not he’d just fucked everything between them for long because her face soon melted into a warm, genuine smile.

“Girlfriend, huh?” she said with a glimmer of mischief in her eye.

“I’d like that. If that’s w-what you want,” he wanted to kick himself for the voice crack he just experienced. Not cool in the slightest. 

At least she got a good giggle out of it. The melodic sound squeezed something in his chest and he swallowed nervously as a response.

She brushed back his bangs, leaning in to place a soft kiss to his forehead. She peppered a trail of kisses down his cheek until she reached his lips. 

This kiss was far from chaste. She cradled his cheek and jaw as she slanted her mouth sweetly over his, pressing fervently, constantly moving against him and eliciting a breathy moan from him that he would never admit to making. 

When she tried to separate, he followed her, bumping noses for a moment and giving the corner of her mouth a few more enthusiastic pecks before backing up and allowing her room to look at his face. 

“Girlfriend sounds nice, actually,” she smiled broadly, letting her fingers brush against the back of his neck.

“Glad that’s settled, then,” he laughed easily, not even bothering to feel any embarrassment over the flush of his skin or the lightness of his breath.

He crushed her to his chest, and they stayed like that for a while, just listening to the other’s loudly beating hearts until they were lulled to sleep. 

He’d have to thank Blackstar with a game of basketball later.

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What’s your total AO3 word count? 958,942??? HOW????????????

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they? *cackles* Oh sweetheart, sit down. We're gonna be here for a while.

According to my AO3 account, I have 54 different fandoms tagged. Most of them are for video games, but the occasional anime sneaks in now and then. I also have a few MCU fics, one book fic, and a podcast fic. My most prolific fandom is Final Fantasy VI with 50 fics.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wings of Valor and Compassion (Pharah/Mercy - Overwatch)

No Safety in Desire (Urbosa/Zelda - Legend of Zelda)

Give Them Something to Talk About (Dina/Ellie - The Last of Us)

Finally, Beautiful Stranger (Aeris/Tifa - Final Fantasy VII)

Don't Bring Your Black Heart to Bed (Thanatos/Zagreus - Hades)

Glad to see everyone enjoying my quality gay shit. Also very amused that out of these five, three of them were from last year.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not? I do! Or I at least make a solid effort to do so! I usually can't really sit down to properly reply until the weekend, unless it's something super quick I can shoot off on my phone, so I hope people don't mind the wait.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? Depends on the flavor? For straight-up Bad Ending vibes, absolutely Limbo (I really need to crack out another horror fic, because I love those, even if the majority of fandom doesn't). For right-in-the-feels vibes, Waiting for the Dust to Settle was a recent one I did that just sucker punches you with bittersweet Oh No goodness. It also reminds me of In Another Perfect Life, which ends on a similar note. *squints* actually, these are all for Final Fantasy VIII, which is saying a lot about... something lol

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written? Um... not really? I don't think I have? At least not in the traditional sense where characters from Fandom A interact with characters from Fandom B. I have written some fusion crossover stuff. If You Had Life Eternal comes to mind, where I took Jaina and Kael from WoW and plopped them in Diablo's setting, because reasons.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? I had someone leave a super homophobic comment on one of my Pharmercy fics back in the day, which like... dude, are you lost?? I've also gotten some general weird comments that have little to nothing to do with the fic. I do remember someone on FFN commented saying that I needed Jesus on one of my witch-y fics. Sigh.

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yes. The delicious kind (I hope).

Have you ever had a fic translated? Probably?? I've had a handful of people over the years ask to translate my stuff, but I haven't seen anything pop up on AO3.

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

What’s your all-time favorite ship? LIKE JUST ONE???? My brain fluctuates when it comes to this, but I definitely have a type or two I always gravitate towards. The most recent addition is Keitaro/Natsuno (13 Sentinels), which lives in my head rent-free from now until I die. I also always find myself coming back to Celes/Setzer (FFVI) and Aeris/Tifa (FFVII).

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? A bunch of 2016 drafts I started and then dropped when my life imploded. I've yet to revisit any of them and I'm not sure if I ever will at this point :\

What are your writing strengths? Apparently sneezing out 7k words without breaking a sweat.

What are your writing weaknesses? Sneezing out 7k words without breaking a sweat *sobs in a corner* ALSO TITLES I HATE TITLES

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I'm... not sure I fully understand what this means? Like having characters speak in another language randomly? I did this sparingly in Darkness/Starlight, where I had Jidoor be a blend of French and Italian, thus giving Setzer an appropriate accent and the occasional French comment. I didn't translate those into English, because the POV character (Celes) wouldn't have understood what was being said. Plus any time Setzer did dip into it, he was speaking from the heart, but was too afraid to actually TELL her. So if anyone had half the mind to translate those bits, they'd find out Setzer said the most touching things to her in French.

ANYHOW. I honestly don't really do this much, especially when a handful of my fandoms are Japanese and I'm writing in English and we're just assuming everyone's talking in Japanese so... yeah. Take it or leave it, I guess.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Like when I was 10??? A crossover between Sailor Moon and Final Fantasy VII because FUCK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written? You're killing me, smalls, and I ain't picking just one.

Darkness/Starlight is forever near and dear to my heart for being a labor of love for such a small, old fandom and my beloved rarepair.

Learn to Fly is one I love for the amount of research I put in (I replayed Pyre and took so many notes on both Ti'zo's and Rhae's speech patterns to get them just right) and the delightful, yet bittersweet messages it exudes.

Long Journey Home is another favorite, because I poured my heart into it and it's got one of my favorite lines and ending.

Of What's Left of Us and Who We Used to Be was my attempt at evoking the surreal, yet heartwrenching vibes from the series and again, I also poured my heart into it.

Before We Have Another Chance to Go Loving was me cramming a massive longfic idea I had in my head forever into a small triple drabble series and it's forever canon in my heart.

The Lies We Tell Ourselves is my most recent fic I've published, which I wrote/edited/polished in four days, but I'm tickled pink with how it turned out.

tagging: @dvske @deemoyza @rosemochi @fury-brand @aliatori and any other writers who feel like swiping this! No pressure, as always 💕

[1kook]

skirt chasers

jjk x (f) reader

summary “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.” tags f2l, triple texting king kook, ncampus crush kook who is also the weird gamer boy, the skirt aspect is forgotten towards the end tbh, dumbassery is a disease and we are all affected by it, confessions SO CORNY it could be a 2005 teen romcom warnings smut in the form of: unprotected sex, use of mirrors, mostly heavy petting as foreplay I’m sorry, mentions of Jk’s furry ways as a gag kinda, like an unnecessary amount of swearing  wc 7.8k 

to make a long story short, i saw this nsfw gif and wrote this entire fic between 2 am and 6 am anyway i actually really like how this turned out!! lmk when u think

Part of the ideology behind the pleated skirt was in hopes that buying a new wardrobe would somehow help you rebrand your image around campus. Truthfully, it was kinda too late for that now; you’d been here going on three years, your friends and anyone with eyes could see that the style of clothing you leaned towards favored comfort over fashion. However, someone—it might’ve been Taehyung—had gone on a drunken spiel the other night concerning the importance of presenting oneself via fashion. It wasn’t aimed at you, but it certainly left you wondering. 

Which is how you find yourself shivering to the bone now, lingering around the west quad as you wait for Jungkook to come out of an anatomy lab. He’s at that point in the semester where grades mean nothing and everything to him at the same time, so Namjoon’s commissioned you and your other pals to take turns babysitting him once a week to make sure he gets at least some assignments done. 

You don’t know where any of you would be without Kim Namjoon.

Anyway, your legs are fucking cold and if this is what it takes to be known as the fashionably cute girl around campus, you’d rather choke. The imaginary sound of your bones rattling is cut off when Jungkook throws the door nearest you open, his big dopey smile engulfing his face the moment he sees you. He barely acknowledges the gaggle of students that follow after him, all calling out a chorus of goodbyes to him, because unlike you Jungkook was the cute, campus boy crush with his suave looks and comfortable fashion. God, if only you could pull off sweats and mustard-stained Venom shirts like him.

“Lets go,” you yawn, hands stuffed deep into the pockets of your long cardigan. Jungkook jogs over, slinging an arm around your shoulders and nearly knocking you into the emergency telephone you’d been brooding by. “You smell sterile again.”Jungkook grins. 

“That’s because I was touching dead people again,” he informs you, too giddy for someone who’d probably fingered the fuck out of a gallbladder twenty minutes ago. 

“Ew,” you whine, the sudden urge to shove Jungkook and his dead people germs away from you. He cackles in your face, and you wonder again how he single handedly enthralls half the campus population with a laugh like a seagull. 

You’ve barely moved ten feet when Jungkook finally notices your vibrating body, and it’s only because you’re nearly convulsing with shivers at this point. “Woah, what are those,” he exclaims, eyes pointedly eyeing your legs. 

You know your bare legs are a rare sight when Jungkook has to resolve to overused memes to refer to them. 

“They’re my legs, and they’re fucking freezing,” you calmly reply. 

Jungkook seems shocked for only a moment longer, and you almost think he’s gotten over it when he suddenly snorts and scares the shit out of you in the middle of the crosswalk. “Why the fuck are you wearing a skirt in this weather, you dinglehead?” 

You shove him, and he stumbles over the curb, but you get the feeling he’d do that without you pushing him. Jungkook was clumsier than Namjoon on his bad days. “I’m trying to be fashionable, you hater,” you huff, not even bothering to say thank you when he pulls open the coffee shop door for you. “I shouldn’t have to explain myself to someone who doesn’t even wear the right size shirt.” 

Like always, he’s one step ahead of you and hands the cashier his card before you can even reach for your wallet. Next time. “Baggy clothes are in, but you wouldn’t know that, Miss I Draw Inspiration From Catholic School Girls.” 

“For your information I bought this from H&M,” you retort, though you can’t hide the flush that warms your cheeks at his comment. “Also, what's the point of working out your hotbod if you’re just gonna hide it under shirts long enough to be a mini-dress, huh? Riddle me that, Jeon.” 

You flinch when your bare thigh touches the cold seat of the booth, something Jungkook doesn’t miss. “Your skirt is mad short,” he points out, and you kick his shins. 

You’ve already got a Google Doc open on your laptop from last night when you and Jimin had been going ham on a psych essay, but you also have a Fashion Nova cart on another window that’s just begging for you to check out. 

“Short skirts are just a concept made by men with lingering eyes to demean and belittle women who don’t submit to their every want and need.” 

“Oh my god,” he groans, and you watch him muffle a laugh into his palm as he gets his own work out. “Do you think I’m gonna pull the meninist card out on you and call you a slut or something?” 

You fake gasp, eyes wide and shocked as you give him your best disappointed face. “Jeon, how could you? I expected better from you.”  

This time he does laugh, a dorky sound unlike his witch cackle from earlier, and you finally let a smile slip. Jungkook was funny, too sweet and kind hearted for his own good. A little dumb, but most cute guys were. He’s one of those guys who thinks girls are nice to him out of their own free will, and not because they’re trying to bag the campus hottie. 

“Seriously,” he says once he’s pulled his fat anatomical reference book out, stuffed to the brim with worn scientific essays he’d printed out, and pictures he’d taken at every single one of his visits to the cadaver lab. His voice is earnest and genuine when he speaks again. “You can wear whatever you want, I was just curious about the skirt ‘cause you normally wear things past the knee and elbow.” 

When he puts it like that you kinda sound surprisingly conservative. 

You shrug, tapping away at your computer as if the sight of you in anything other than what he said isn’t really weird. “Just thought I’d try something new. Why, does it look too weird?” Your voice suddenly feels meek, and you’re not sure if your cheeks are warm from the chill outside or from something else. 

Jungkook shakes his head, coconut hair bouncing from side to side. “Nah, you look cute,” he says, and then, as if an afterthought, adds, “weirdly sexy, too. Like you belong in a Brazzers video?” 

“What the fuck, Jungkook,” you groan, sinking your head into your palms. 

“What! You asked for my opinion and I gave you it,” he defends, too casual for someone spewing their unwarranted porn knowledge at you. You urge him to do his homework, drink his coffee, anything besides embarrass you further. 

He does, but you don’t miss the goofy way he glances under the table one more time. 

The pleated skirt makes it’s return three weeks later, this time accompanied by her best friend, the sheer pantyhose. 

“Oh, who’s this sexy schoolgirl?” Taehyung exclaims the moment you step into the diner. Your cheeks flush red when the family beside you send you and your friends a disapproving look. 

“That’s what I said!” Jungkook says as he gets up to let you slide into the booth. He has this incessant need to be sitting at the end of the booth just in case nature calls in the middle of dinner and he can’t usher the rest of you out fast enough. 

(It almost happened once, and the sight of Jungkook shoving Hoseok flat on his ass had been too funny to forget.) 

“Wait a minute, is that why you stopped using EOS and started using the Dove shaving cream?” Chaeyoung interrogates from across you. “So you could show off your sexy model legs?” 

“No, Dove is just cheaper,” you reply, trying to sound as aloof as possible but if anyone at this table knew you like the back of their hand, it was definitely Chaeyoung. “Why can’t you guys let me live my best life?” 

Taehyung scoffs. “Who the fuck are you?” 

“Who the fuck are you?” You snap back, but your level of sass can never seem to match his. 

“We all know your ‘best life’ would be spent in those fuzzy Cookie Monster pajama pants and one of Kook’s big ass shirts,” he points out, and you hide behind your menu much to everyone’s amusement. 

You whine, “why can’t you all just be supportive besties and tell me I look cute?” 

“You look gorgeous, babe,” Chaeyoung assures you, gesturing for you to pass her the sugar for her coffee. “It’s just weird seeing your legs out. Almost weirder than if you randomly pulled your tits out right now.” 

Behind her, you can see the same mom from the family glaring at you guys. You lower your head in shame. 

“For the record, I’m team skirt, but I wouldn’t be opposed to the other,” Jungkook adds after being silent for so long. Taehyung fist bumps him as you slap your hand over your eyes. At this rate you’d rather just put a paper bag over your head. 

“We’re sitting on the same side of the table, so you’re supposed to be on my side!” You groan, and Jungkook shrugs mid-milkshake sip. 

“I am!” He splutters once he’s gulped down the thick substance. “I just said I was team skirt, did I not?” His scandalized pout twists into the same sneaky little smile he has whenever Taehyung has convinced him and Jimin to do something stupid. “But I’m also a man, and therefore, a skirt chaser,” he winks. 

From the other side of the table Taehyung’s eyes twinkle. “Bro, your mind,” he says in awe. He reaches over to shake Jungkook’s hand as if he’s just presented the table with some riveting discovery in the medical field, and the fucker has the nerve to look smug about it too. 

“You guys are so stupid,” Chaeyoung whispers right before the server sets her pancakes down. 

“Hey, have you seen Joon’s book? He said he might’ve left it—oh, Jesus, fuck sorry,” Jungkook says before whirling around to face the wall. 

You turn from your bent over position by your bed where you’d been rummaging around for a book you coulda sworn you stuffed there last week. Jungkook’s blazing cheeks don’t register with you until you realize your favorite skirt is draping over your rear, giving him a clear view of your dorky star-printed panties. 

“Kook,” you stammer, quickly jumping to your feet and brushing your hands over your skirt. “H-How’d you get in?” You ask for lack of greeting. 

“Um, uh,” Jungkook stutters, eyes laser focused on some point on your wall. “Chaeyoung let me in.” 

“Oh,” you say, and then silence falls over the two of you. 

Holy shit this was awkward. 

Despite being friends for going on three years, you don’t ever remember there being any stale moments between you and Jungkook. You were the type of friends that just clicked, never having gone through that awkward phase before. But you’d also never seen each other in any state less than presentable. (Being drunk at parties did NOT count, and even then, you’ve always been pretty collected.) 

To know that he’s seen your ass, covered or not, tilted your Golden Friendship with Jungkook scale extremely off center. Your fingers twiddle at your sides, not really sure if you should mention what just happened or… what?

He coughs, and you snap back to reality. “Um,” he drawls, still not looking at you but at the socks you’d thrown off the second you got home. “Sorry about that,” he apologizes, voice soft and earnest in that Jungkook™ way that made all the girls swoon. “I should’ve knocked before coming in all rude.” He finally gathers the balls to look you in the eye, and the dude looks like a kicked puppy. 

“No,” you wave him off, hands fluttering in front of you because standing like some Macy’s holiday mannequin certainly isn’t making this situation any easier. “It’s okay, the skirt—y’know this wouldn’t happen if I just wore pants,” you say, tacking on a self-deprecating laugh. It’s your turn to look away in shame. 

Jungkook jumps at your words. “The skirt’s cute!” He basically shouts and you flinch at the sudden increase in his tone. Then you’re both left looking at each other wide-eyed again as he scrambles to assure you it isn’t your fault. “I like it, and it makes your legs look really nice, so don’t-“ he stutters, as if realizing the meaning in his words, “don’t stop wearing it...” he trails off, cheeks rosy. Your mind goes blank. 

“R-Really?” You stutter, surprised at his compliment. It’s not like Jungkook never complimented you—dude couldn’t go fifteen minutes without telling his friends how much he loved them—but for some reason it feels different now. 

“Yeah,” he assures you. “Makes you look nice, and um. Pretty.” 

“Jeon Jungkook telling me I look pretty? Someone call TigerBeat magazine,” you joke, trying to ease the tension somehow. Your chuckle sounds awfully robotic to your ears, but it makes Jungkook crack a smile and that’s all that matters. 

“Shut up. You know I’m not friends with ugly people.” 

“Wooow,” you laugh, real this time. “How noble of you,” you retort, and he gives you his best snobby expression possible. 

“Ya, you’re welcome,” he teases, and then suddenly remembers what he came for in the first place. “Give me Joon’s planner, I know you’re holding it hostage.” 

You roll your eyes, and point over to the notebook on your desk that’s absolutely overflowing with sticky notes and bookmarks. “As if I’d want his nerd diary ruining the good vibes in here.” 

“These good vibes smell a lot like Bath and Body Works perfumes, you cheapskate,” Jungkook says as he snatches the book off the surface. He’s at the door again, narrowing you with another faux uppity look when he adds, “this is a Victoria’s Secret Bombshell household.” 

“Bombshe—you don’t even live here!” You huff in laughter, ushering him down the hall to the front door. He’s half a foot out the door when he suddenly whirls around, making you take a step back in surprise. 

“The stars are cute, but I prefer hearts.” 

He slams the door shut behind him so fast, that you almost don’t catch the smirk tacked on at the end. 

You were many things, but a liar was not one of them. You couldn’t lie to your parents when you were younger and wanted to sneak out, to your teacher when she asked where your homework was, or to your friends when they asked you who you liked. You couldn’t even lie to yourself. 

You’ll admit it, there was a time your eyes had lingered a little longer on Jungkook. When you would spend moments tracing the slope of his jawline, and memorizing the twinkle in his eyes. He was devastatingly handsome, and you would be blind not to see it. 

But that was before you became close friends—before game nights at Hoseok’s became a regular staple in your schedule, before your little makeshift picnics in the quad, before you all became Park Jimin’s dedicated fan club (it’s a rotating unit consisting of whoever’s able to go to Jimin’s showcases). 

Those fantasies of kissing Jungkook and going on dates were stuffed to the back as you became pals. As you’ve mentioned a million times now, Jungkook was the campus dream boy. He was hardly the skirt chaser he made himself out to be, too sweet and romantic for his own good. Besides, there was no need to be when the skirts flocked to him. 

He’d had flings, and even girlfriends, in the time you’ve known him, but he rarely mentioned them to his friends. And even though you pushed that teensy crush aside, you still wondered how Jungkook acted with girls he was interested in, if it was the same he treated you and Chaeyoung, or special on an intimate level a platonic friendship could never be. 

It’s the middle of the night when you first get a glimpse. 

[1:21 am] jk wyd 

[1:21 am] you sleeping , u? 

[1:22 am] jk same anyway I finally beat world 8 in super Mario bros

[1:25 am] you omg the 1 w dry bowser?? [1:26 am] you wait u said u wouldn’t play w/o me :/

[1:27 am] jk u suck at Luigi and u know it 

[1:30 am] you fuck u  [1:31 am] you ok but seriously what do u want I have a test tmrw morning and am pretending to be asleep 

[1:32 am] jk damn ok can’t I just talk to my friend about my successes  [1:33 am] jk but if u must know 

[1:33 am] you I must 

There’s a lull in messages for a while, and you decide you should finally actually go to sleep, dabbing some spot ointment onto your skin before hopping in bed. You turned off the overhead light long ago, so the only light illuminating you now is the lamp by your bedside. You tap your phone once again right as Jungkook sends another message. 

[1:40 am] jk you looked really pretty today

Oh. Your entire body pauses for a moment to process the sudden message, cheeks slowly heating up. You roll your lips in to stop the squeal that threatens to rip itself out of your throat, scrambling for something to type. But it’s the first time he’s randomly thrown something like this on you, and your brain feels like that episode of Spongebob when everything’s on fire. 

Before you can send the jumbled letters you’d convinced yourself was acceptable, your phone vibrates with another alert. 

[1:42 am] jk I know its weird to say that but I gotta make sure someone told u at least once today 

Your heart flutters at the explanation, and you have to slap a hand over your face to get rid of the goody smile that overtakes your features. This time, you’re a little less thrown off and quickly tap out a reply before he can say anything else. 

[13:43 am] you thanks kook :) was it the red skirt lol 

You’d been experimenting with different skirts lately, quickly growing bored of the black pleated skirt you’d originally worn. Your latest trip to the mall had you coming home with a variety of colors and styles, like the dark red denim one you’d worn today. 

[1:45 am] jk no!!!! [1:45 am] jk maybe… [1:46 am] jk ok yes you looked gorgeous 

The tiny letters blink back at you, and you set your phone down for a second to smile stupidly at your dark ceiling. You only let yourself wildly kick your legs around for five seconds because Chaeyoung was asleep next door. 

[1:47 am] you haha well I’ll make sure to wear it again for u :)

It’s only after you’ve sent the message that the last two words have you stuffing your face into your pillow to hide your embarrassment. Girl, what the fuck!!!

Oh my god, he could’ve just been friendly and polite this whole time. Jimin had said the skirt looked cute on you as well, and you hadn’t responded like this. All it took was a few compliments from Jungkook to have you dopily acting like a clown for his affections.

Before you can scold yourself anymore, your phone vibrates and you have to sit up to retrieve it from where you’d tossed it across the bed. 

[1:50 am] jk for me? I’m honored :)  [1:51 am] jk anyway get some rest before ur exam!!! [1:51 am] jk night cutie

You squeal, and Chaeyoung kicks your shared wall. 

You liked to clown Seokjin for being the president of his fraternity. He was already a stereotypical frat boy, so it wasn’t that hard anyway; he came from money, was ridiculously gorgeous, and played on your school’s soccer team. However, behind that facade he liked to put up, he, too, was infected by the dumbass disease.

“Wait, are those your legs?” He says the moment you step into his frat party. Normally, he wasn’t prone to the same stupid questions that regularly plagued Taehyung and Jungkook (sometimes Namjoon, but everyone had their weak moments), so you deduce that he probably had some alcohol in his system to openly be asking you such a question. 

“Yes, now give me whatever’s in that cup,” you brush off, not bothering to stick around to watch him not-so-subtly grope Chaeyoung as she enters behind you. You trust him enough to hand you a drink that hasn’t been roofied, but you’re also aware that Jin drinks like he’s trying to die three times over. One sip has your face scrunching up at the sour bitterness of it all. 

There’s a loud cackle of a laugh that you’d recognize anywhere, and you turn to find Jungkook leaning against the staircase banister looking like a wet dream. “Someone lost on their way to Weenie Hut Jr?” he sneers, cheeks a nice rosy color. You flick his forehead. 

You don’t bother gracing him with a reply, instead shuffling over so you’re stood side by side observing the party before you. Yoongi’s here, which is an even weirder sight than your legs being out, so you wonder why no one is talking about that. But then you see the way he’s trailing after Seokjin’s cat, Jalapeño, and realize he’s only here to make sure no one hurts her (she’s more important than anyone else here). You honor his service with another sip of Jin’s whatever the fuck mix. 

“Wow, getting braver every day, huh?” Jungkook teases after giving you a very intense once over. He’s referring to the skirt you’re wearing, a little black circle skirt that flows around you like the first one you’d worn a couple months ago. Call it a tribute to the one that started it all. You’ve definitely experimented with lengths a little more, the one you’re wearing now brushing just barely below your ass. Appropriate for the frat party, but definitely not for your theology elective. 

You hum, stepping aside as a couple makes their way up the stairs. You’re tempted to go tattle on them to Seokjin, but decide against it when you feel Jungkook’s fingers brush against your thigh. 

He grins at the surprised little gasp you let out. “Pretty,” he chuckles, deep and seductive in a way you’ve never seen before. You were used to giggly Jungkook, and Jungkook who laughs like the stepmom from Cinderella, but you’d never seen this one before, the Jungkook who looked and laughed like he was straight out of a Calvin Klein campaign. 

You giggle like a teenager at his compliment, unsure of what else to do so you settle on chugging Jin’s death drink. You only get a good three gulps in before Jungkook’s tugging the plastic cup away from you and setting it down on the nearest flat surface. “Don’t get all drunk on me now,” he jokes, eyes the teensiest bit glassy. He doesn’t look drunk, and he’s certainly not acting drunk. He might be a little tipsy, you think, because a completely sober Jungkook would never have the balls to tug you closer by the waist like this one does.  

Your hands fall flat on his chest, warm beneath the material of his shirt. Not one of his super baggy ones today, but still a bit loose where it could hug his build. “What happened to the little red one? You said you’d wear it for me…” he questions, lips playfully pushing out into a pout. 

You struggle to meet his gaze, focusing on the mole beneath his lip instead. “I, um, haven’t got around to washing it,” you stutter, absentmindedly shifting your weight from side to side. 

“Really?” Jungkook presses, sounding like he doesn’t believe you at all. After a moment in which he ducks down to catch your gaze, he seems to accept. “That’s fine. This one’s cuter anyway.” 

His words are emphasized by his fingers, tracing along the edge of your skirt while purposefully making sure to graze your skin. You shiver, unconsciously arching your chest into him. It’s only afterwards that you realize when Jungkook smirks in triumph. “Easy access too,” he murmurs, and your heart leaps in your chest. 

“Jeon,” you whisper, hyper aware of all the people in this house right now. You’re standing at a point where everyone walks by, and the idea of Jungkook groping you in front of these people, some of which are friends, seems horrifying. “People can see.” 

Jungkook’s Cheshire smile grows even wider, and you muffle a yelp when his hand slips beneath your skirt to grope your ass. “Since when were you shy?” He says, voice soft and lilting over the hum of whatever music is playing now. “Weren’t shy when you had your ass in the air that one day in your room.” 

Your cheeks burn at the memory, but your core surges with a newfound heat at his wandering hands and teasing words. “Remember?” 

You nod, tucking your head against his neck in a last ditch effort to hide your embarrassment. From here, your senses are bombarded with Jungkook and only Jungkook. 

You feel him let out a long sigh. “Been thinking about you since,” he admits. “Nah, even before that. When you wore my shirt that one day after our balloon fight in the west quad.” 

Your heart thunders at his sudden confession. The balloon fight in question had been a little over a year ago, a rallying effort from your friend group to cheer Taehyung up after an exam. After soaking each other to the bone with water guns and balloons, Jungkook had let you wear one of his stupidly big shirts home. So you’d ditched your usual jeans and shirt, wearing his shirt like a dress all the way home. 

The fact Jungkook’s been thinking about you since then makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. 

“Every time you wear these little skirts, I think of that day. You, in my clothes, looking so soft and warm. Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you do to me.” 

You glance around, and your soul almost leaves your body when you make direct eye contact with Yoongi holding Jalapeño across the room. He gives you that Yoongi look, the whatever you’re doing is weird but I won’t say anything because I don’t care look, and that’s your signal to stumble your way upstairs before Seokjin can see you two and scold you. 

You’re not sure who’s room you end up, just that it has one and a half bunk beds in it, so you don’t hesitate to push Jungkook down onto the half. He plops down like a little cherub, all sweet smiles until you see the way his pants strain at the crotch. Of fuck, this is happening, you think as you climb onto his lap. 

His lips envelope yours the second you’re in his arms. You’re not usually one to give into those John Green cliches, but everything about being in Jungkook’s embrace feels so right. Like you belong there, or whatever. 

He’s a good ass kisser, but you shouldn’t be surprised. Jungkook was good at everything he did—such was a known fact. But he still kisses you like he’s trying to prove something, like he wants you to melt into him, and he succeeds. His mouth moves against yours, tongue sneaking it’s way past your lips until it’s inside yours, and you’re swapping spit. His breath hot, but you imagine yours is as well because just making out with Jungkook has your body temperature hotter than the inside of a sauna. 

“Jungkook,” you groan when he pulls away, desperate to feel his mouth on yours again. He smiles, lips slick and cherried as he drops his hands to your waist. 

“‘M right here,” he assures you, pressing a few pecks to your mouth before trailing his lips down your neck, deliciously licking and kissing every inch. You let out a choked moan, and you can feel his smile press against your skin. “Cute,” he croons. 

“More,” you beg, fingers curling themselves into his hair. It’s gonna way longer these last few months, the front pieces almost brushing the tip of his nose. He looks sexy as fuck. 

“At least let me stretch you out first,” he teases, face too cute for someone about to fuck your brains out. You huff in annoyance, snatching his hand away from its path to your panties. 

“No,” you whine, and then shuffle forward to grind your center onto him. Jungkook groans, jaw tight as he watches you. “Just fuck me, Jungkook.” 

His eyes roll back at a particular roll of your hips. “I-It’ll hurt, though,” he tries to reason, but his hands are already hiking up the back of your skirt. 

“Make it hurt,” you mumble, so caught up in the moment that your eyes bulge out when he suddenly lifts you to your feet. “What’s wrong?” You huff in dismay, lower lip trembling at the thought of him changing his mind. He lets out an airy chuckle. 

“Turn around for me, doll,” he softly demands, and not a single inch of you feels the need to go against him. 

You’re met with the sight of your own expression, staring back at you from the closet’s mirrored sliding doors. It’s a little dark in the room, most of the light coming from a desk lamp on the other side of the room that had been on when you first broke in with Jungkook. 

“So pretty,” Jungkook praises from behind you, and you watch in the glass as two firm hands snake around your waist, slowly easing you back into his lap. In the seconds you were distracted by yourself, he’d unbuckled the front of his jeans, the cotton fabric of his boxers brushing against your ass. “Gonna fuck yourself on my cock, baby?” 

You nod, unsure of what to do with your hands. You needn’t worry any longer, your body naturally guiding you through the motions, until one hand grabs his thigh and the other grapples for the bedside drawer next to you. His fingers trace around your waist, hiking your skirt up to—only to reveal a pair of white undies with red hearts. Jungkook’s chuckle against your ear makes you clench your legs together. “Fuck, it’s like you knew this would happen,” he murmurs, and you can’t take your eyes off the mirror as you watch his fingers trace over your covered mound. “Did you?” He asks, breath fanning over your ear. 

“N-no,” you gasp, hips jumping when he presses a lone finger to where your clit would be had your girly panties not obstructed the way. You’re embarrassingly wet just from kissing Jungkook, and his playful fingers only worsen your state. “Please hurry, Kook,” you plead, grinding back against his engorged cock. 

“You sure?” He checks, and your bobble head nods have him muffling more laughter into your shoulder. “If you say so, baby.” 

He lifts you up just the slightest bit to tug his cock out of its confines, and this is the only instance where you wish you weren’t looking at the mirror. His fingers dance along your skin again, tugging your panties to the side. 

Screw it, just do it, you say to yourself before sinking down on his cock in one go. “Oh fuck,” you cry, head lolling back to rest against his shoulder at the sudden intrusion. 

“Holy shit,” he sighs into your hair, one hand circling to the front of your waist, while the other creeps upwards to rub at where he knows your nipple is. If he were to pull your shirt and bra away, he’d see how rock hard your nipples were right now. “Relax for me, doll, I promise it’ll feel better if you relax.” 

You nod, eyes squeezed shut as your body slowly assimilated to the feeling of being stuffed full. God, he felt good inside you. Fit every crevice of you pussy like he was made for you. “Jungkook,” you moan, and he hums in response. “You feel so f-fuckin good,” you babble, swiveling your hips much to both your pleasures. “Can feel you everywhere.” 

He presses a kiss to your scalp. “Can you move for me, baby?” He questions, dropping his hands to your waist before slowly pushing you up so you’re not flopped against him like a rag doll. “Wanna see you bounce on my cock. You can do that for me, can’t you?” 

You nod eagerly, desperate to show Jungkook how good you ride dick. You muster up the strength to sit up, one hand right around his thigh again, but this time the other one clamps down over his hand on your waist. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, giving your hips a tight squeeze. 

It’s like you thrive off Jungkook’s compliments, because soon enough you’re riding him like your life depends on it. 

It’s a rhythm of pushing yourself over and over, thighs tense from the effort it takes to pull yourself away from his cock until only his tip breaches you, before dropping back down. You can’t entirely take the credit, because Jungkook’s arms are there, lifting you up before pushing you back down. Truthfully, he’s probably still doing most of the work in fucking you with the way you see his arms flexing in the mirror. 

“Lemme hear you, doll,” Jungkook huffs, and you don’t hesitate to moan for him. It feels overwhelmingly good, his hands tight on your waist as they move you up and down, the material of your skirt bunched up between his fingers. What you’d give to feel them inside you some day, a day in which you’re not dying to feel his cock inside of you. “That’s it,” he grunts, and doesn’t even complain when your legs begin slowing down. 

He picks up the slack for you, thrusting his hips up into you like you’re just some toy for him to use and discard. But the soft praises slipping past his lips assure you you are anything but. “F-fuck,” you whine, forcing yourself above and beyond as you begin to feel that familiar coil of heat grow tighter in your abdomen. “Your cock’s s-so f-fucking big!” You cry, and one look at the mirror let’s you know you look as stupid and fucked-out as you sound. 

“Really?” Jungkook smirks, drilling into you like his life depends on it. There’s an embarrassingly growing stain on the front of your panties that you catch sight of in the mirror, and part of you wants to clench your legs shut so he doesn’t see. But it seems to do it for Jungkook, and he starts rambling about that next. “Look at you. Fuck. You’re ruining your cute little panties. Absolutely fucking soaking them with hot wet you are. I get you that wet, doll?” 

You squeal at a particular thrust of his hips, feeling his cock so deep in you that your eyes momentarily go cross eyed. “Yes, yes!” You agree, bouncing yourself with a renewed vigor. 

The answers please Jungkook, and he rolls forward until he’s pressing his tip faintly against your cervix, and your body damn near leaves your soul. “O-oh fuck!” You scream, body turning into jelly as your orgasm has you spurting hot cum into your panties and over his cock. 

“Pretty even when you come,” Jungkook huffs, hips rocking up into yours for a few more minutes until he eventually comes when you roll your hips backwards. “Holy fucking shit,” he moans, finally releasing your skirt from the death grip he had on it. 

You watch it flutter back into place around you, and you almost look like two platonic friends sitting together, but then Jungkook shifts inside you and your body convulses from the oversensitivity. 

“Wait, you and Jeon finally fucked?!” Chaeyoung exclaims halfway through breakfast, which she had so lovingly prepared at three in the afternoon. “When? Is that why you made us get waxed last week?” 

“No!” You flush, shoving another forkful of burnt scrambled eggs into your mouth. “We waxed our coochies before that, but I didn’t know we were gonna fuck.” 

Chaeyoung blinks. She’s stupid pretty even with avacado spread on her cheek. “So do you have like a seventh sense on when to get your kitty trimmed?” 

“What? No,” You scoff. “Seventh? What’s my sixth?”

“Knowing the exact moment Taehyung’s gonna throw up at a party.”

You accept. “Anyway, we just… I don’t know. It was at Seokjin’s third birthday bash last weekend.” She nods like she remembers anything besides sucking face with him all night. “We were talking and then suddenly we were upstairs and...” you trail off, glancing at your fake collection of succulents lining the kitchen window. 

“Was he good?” She interrogates. 

You flop back onto your chair dramatically. “Chae. He was so good,” you whine, and she slaps your arm in enthusiasm. “He made me ride him facing a mirror,” you spill. 

Chaeyoung squeals. “Bitch!! Here I was thinking Jeon Jungkook was the poster boy of vanilla sex,” she pauses. “I mean, still pretty vanilla compared to the time Seokjin stuck it in my—“ 

You gag and she rolls her eyes. “Have you been talking since?” 

This is the part where things get awkward, and Chaeyoung immediately senses as much. “Oh, honey,” she frowns, eyes furrowed in worry. 

“He walked me home,” you mumble, toying with the tablecloth ends. “Kissed me on the doorstep and all, but besides a few texts, I haven’t seen him around,” you lamely finish. It’s been a week. 

“Ugh, men are trash,” she spits, turning in her seat to play with your hair. “I swear if I see him on campus I’ll rock his shit. My older brother used to practice WWE moves on me, I could easily smash him through a table.”

“WWE wrestling is staged, Chae,” you point out. Chaeyoung was about ten thousand times more experienced when it came to men and their behaviors. She’s been played but also has played, so her reaction to you telling her about Jungkook is all you need to hear. 

In all the scenarios you’ve ever had about Jungkook, him randomly ghosting you had never even been a possibility. The Jungkook from your imaginary universes either just dumped you, or awkwardly friendzoned you. But completely disappearing on you? Now that was some John Greene shit. 

You’ve gone long periods of time without seeing him, like your freshman year you saw him one time in March. But even then he’d made sure to keep in contact with you, randomly blowing up your phone with Cup Pong and 8Ball requests. 

He sent you two texts this whole week, and both of them had been to cancel your homework sessions. 

You almost couldn’t believe you were living this life. The men are trash, love isn’t real, heartbreak can possibly cause death life. Forget John Green, your life had taken an unexpected Shakespearean turn. 

“Oh,” you say the moment you step into Taehyung and Jungkook’s apartment, surprised at the fact Jungkook is there despite the fact he, y’know, lives there. In retrospect, you should have seen this coming when Tae had asked you over to help him decorate a poster for Jin’s next game. He’s never been to a single soccer match in his life. “Is Tae here?” You ask, looking every part the stupid bitch. 

Jungkook’s cheeks had flushed the moment he opened the door. “No…” he answers, glances at the shoe rack behind the door as if to make sure. “Were you supposed to meet him?” Well no shit. 

“Uhh, yeah,” you say, and it’s even more awkward than the time he saw your star undies. Granted, now he’s become very familiar with your underwear and what’s hidden beneath it. You would think such an encounter would bring you two closer. “I’ll just come back another time.” 

“Do you wanna come in?” He blurts out before you can even turn away. You flinch at the sudden intensity of his voice, and then both of you are left staring at each other like cringey high schoolers. “I cut some cucumber slices with lime and that one spice you like.” 

“Taíjn?” You confirm, and he nods. “I mean...sure, if it’s not a bother.” 

Usually when you and Jungkook hung out at his place, you’d throw your bag across the room and flop onto the ugly armchair the moment you stepped in. Now, you’re awkwardly hovering by the armrest of the sofa, like this is your first time here. 

Jungkook disappears into the kitchen to, you assume, get the cucumber slices. He comes back empty handed, and with a heavy heart. “I lied. There’s no Tajín,” he confesses, and you rush to tell him it’s okay but he beats you to it. “There’s no cucumber slices either. I just needed to get you inside to talk to you.” 

“You act like I needed to be lured in, Jungkook,” you say, forcing a tight smile on your face. Jungkook visibly deflates at your tone. 

“No, this isn’t right,” he huffs, dramatically throwing himself onto the couch. You jump at the loud groan he releases from his position, which is face stuffed into the cushion. 

“You...okay?” You tentatively ask, clutching your bag even closer to your side. Jungkook shakes his head no against the couch. “Should I call Namjoon over?” 

He sits up so fast you worry he’ll get whiplash. “I have a confession to make,” he informs you, doe eyes wide and serious. 

Your brain processes for a minute before slowly responding. “Okay…”

At your response he jumps to his feet. “This may come as a shock, but I’m not a womanizer.” 

You blink. 

“When have you ever been a womanizer, Jeon?!” You nearly exclaim when you mull over his absurd proclamation. “Are there people who actually think that?” 

“I think that people think that,” he stresses to you, running a hand through his hair. “Look. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m really nice and cool, and sometimes people think that means I’m flirting with them.” Valid point. “But I’m not, because frankly I’m terrible at shooting my shot.”

The fact he’s actually admitted it out loud leaves him devastated, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Finally, something Jeon Jungkook isn’t good at. 

“What lead you to that conclusion?” You carefully press on. 

“Because,” he sighs, dropping back down onto the couch, except this time he’s sitting like a normal person. You sit beside him, close enough to the edge that you can just spring yourself out the door if need be. 

“There’s this girl I like,” your heart pangs, even though the logical side of you can more or less guess where this is going. You’re stupid, but not that stupid. “She’s amazing, like everything about her makes me like her. God, she’s so cool, like everyone wants to be her friend, even though she sucks at Super Smash Bros., and burns her ear on a straightener at least once a month. But she’s funny and sweet, and makes me wanna join a clown troupe just to hear her laugh. And she looks gorgeous in skirts, and the way she rides dic—“ 

“Alright, that’s enough of that,” you interrupt, glancing at the coffee table decorated with Jungkook’s anatomy books, because you don’t want to look at the big dopey grin on his face as he talks about you and your dick riding abilities. 

Jungkook grins, this much you can tell from your peripheral, before it drops into a frown. “Whole point is, she’s cool as fuck. And I… I think I might love her,” he admits, and you whip around to face him. His cheeks are as red as Taehyung’s current hair dye, which is to say they’re as red as a fire truck. You get th feeling you're mirroring his expression. 

The silence following his confession seems to drag on an eternity, but truthfully, you and Jungkook both have the patience of a soccer mom of three, so he jumps to fill the spaces between you. “And like, I just wanna kiss her and hold her and watch her eat and cuddle her to sleep and hold her hand and buy her gifts, and I think I would die for her?—”

“Okay chill, Romeo,” you scramble to cut off that train of thought. Jungkook’s looking at you like you were the creative director behind Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker and the trailer released two minutes ago. It’s a weird reference but coming from Jungkook, it means a lot. 

You don’t know what to say, but Jungkook beats you to it anyway. “There’s this girl I like,” he repeats, and your heart does nearly implode on itself when he reaches over to clutch your hand in his. Your hands are sweaty and fidgety from his confession, but so are Jungkook’s. “How do I tell her I like her?” 

You gulp, before reaching over to smack at his bicep much to both your surprise. “Jeon Jungkook! How’re you gonna give me the best fucking of my life and then ghost me for a week, because you’re too much of a pussy to tell me you like me!” You almost want to cry, and you almost do when he wraps you in his arms with a delighted, warm laugh rumbling through his whole body. “You suck,” you huff, and sniffle once, and only once. 

“Thank fuck,” he sighs in relief. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you friendzoned me.” 

“The friendzone—“

“—is a made up concept created by men who feel like they’re entitled to women and their feelings, I know,” he huffs and you laugh. You push yourself away from his chest to meet his gaze, stretching up to capture his lips in a sweet kiss that quickly turns naughty when you feel the flex of muscles beneath your hands. 

“Ugh, you beefcake.” 

“I wish,” he snorts, tugging you back into his chest as he flops down onto the couch. You snuggle into him, the position all too comfortable in your skirt. The only reason you’re reminded of it is because Jungkook traces his fingers along the edge of the material. “You asked me why I workout out but hide in big clothes, and the truth is its so I can beat up any meninist douchebag that tries to slander my girl in her thot skirts.” 

You sputter. “My thot skirts—you asshole! All my skirts are of appropriate length,” you defend, pinching his side and winning a giggle for your efforts. “That doesn’t even explain the baggy clothes part either.” 

“Shh, your thot skirt is tempting me.” 

“He made you dress up as a what now?!” Chaeyoung exclaims, fork clattering loudly against her plate as everyone in the diner turns to look at you two. You try desperately to quiet her, but the damage is done and even the server whose long since become familiar with your antics looks disgusted. 

“Oh my god,” Chaeyoung sighs, her concern on everything but this public humiliation. “I knew it. I told you he got along too well with Jalapeño, remember?” 

[ NOW WITH A DRABBLE WOW!!! ]

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Daughter of the Honorable Thief - Harry Hook x Hood!reader - part 15 - Lying bitches and Group chats

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Harry raised his brow as Aaron glared at him from the other side of the room, the other teen had been more aggressive at Harry ever since he returned from the Sherwood forest fair.

Harry sighed, ignoring the glare and going back to his notes for algebra.

“Hello~” a voice purred suddenly from beside him, Harry mentally frowned and slowly looked up, his shoulders dropping and a glare settling.

Lila had decided it was a good idea to sit next to him and try to flirt. She fluttered her eyes and trailed her fingertips across the table counter, licking her lips flirtatiously “I haven’t seen you around before? I would know if such a handsome guy like you had been around”

Harry let out a dark chuckle, the green-eyed girl faltering for a moment, eyes widening as Harry gave a sharp grin and a harsh glare. “too bad I know who yeh are huh? Lie-la~”

Lila suddenly stood, tears starting to pour from her eyes “I knew it! Erza and (y/n) lied to you! They-they abused-“ Harry let out a snarl, standing suddenly, making Lila squeak as Harry towered over her. She hadn't expected for harry to be as imposing as he was.

“cut the crap yeh cunt, I know what yeh did ta Erza and I'm not interested in yer lies, besides I'm an isle kid, I know how ta lie like its breathing, yeh think I cant tell when someone's lying ta me? Go try it on some other poor soul yeh bitch”

Lila's jaw dropped, never before had she been talked to like that, “you-how boorish-“ Lila squeaked as Harry reached for his waist, and in a flash, the curve of his hook was inches from her nose.

“yeh might wa’nna get a move on lassie” Harry chuckled darkly “I don’t have a care fer people like yeh” Lila stared at him with fear-ridden eyes before she turned and bolted out of the study hall.

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes, packing up his work and books and heading out of study hall, glaring back at Aaron as the other teen continued to glare at him.

Harry stopped as he saw Aaron's eyes flash purple, but harry shook it off, taking out his phone and texting the group chat.

-

Mr.Cookie -I officially hate Lila >:(

It was a moment before Erza replied first.

Marriedtocake -u officially met her huh? Yeah shes a bitch,  luckily she hasn’t spotted me yet

Marriedtocake -…somehow

Harry snorted, remembering the small explanation Erza had given him and the others about Lila's abuse.

If he had anything to do about it, Lila would be running for the hills away from Auradon.

Wait, why was his name-

Mr.Cookie - WHY IS MY NAME MR COOKIE?!

Gillyboi - Hook sounds like Cookie, and Erza said Hookie that one time so, Cookie~

Mr.Cookie - that makes no fkin sense

Hawkeye - deal with it mr.cookie, ur not getting out of it until we find a more funny nickname for u

Mr.Cookie - why is (y/n)’s name cool?!

Hawkeye - because im cool

Seagoddess - Cookie stfu im in class rn

Mr.cookie - FKIN UMA U TOO, AHHHHHHH

Mr.Cookie has been muted by Seagoddess

Marriedtocake - HA

Harry pouted as his messages wouldn't go through, he looked up, grinning as me made eye contact with (y/n) who glared at him

Hawkeye - u idiots he-fukoasjdfsodhg

Hawkeye - UMA HOW FUCKING DARE U

Seagoddess - heh

Gillyboi - Cookie stole (y/n)s phoooone

Seagoddess - we know gil

Piratequeen has entered the chat

Piratequeen - wtf is happening I leave for two minutes and you all descend into chaos

Hawkeye - MAKE UMA UNMUTE HARRY

Piratequeen - Harry get off (y/n)s phone

Hawkeye - NOT UNTIL UMA UNMUTES ME

Piratequeen - at least stop the caps lock

Hawkeye - NEVER

Seagoddess unmuted Mr.Cookie

Mr.Cookie renamed Mr.Cookie to Harryisabitchboi

Hawkeye - HEY

Harryisabitchboi - GET THE FUCK OFF MY PHONE THEN

Gillyboi - (y/n) stole harrys phone

Seagoddess - thank you gil, but harry give (y/n) her phone back

Hawkeye - NO THEN YOULL MUTE ME AGAIN

Harryisabitchboi - GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK U FUCK

Hawkeye - MAKE ME

Gillyboi -ooooh those some fighting words

Hawkeye sent a photo

 Piratequeen - harry she will beat your ass don’t tempt her

Harryisabitchboi - TOO FUCKING LATE

Hawkeye - WAIT IM SORYISGHHHHHHHHH

Gillyboi - annnnnd (y/n)s chasing harry around the campus

Seagoddess - I can see them from class

Piratequeen - just let them fight it out

Marriedtocake - XDXDXD found em, (y/n) is on Harry's back smacking him

Seagoddess - HA

Uma looked out her class window, smirking as she watched (y/n) wrap her legs around Harry's waist and smack at his head, Erza a few feet behind them and cackling, holding up her phone to record the spectacle.

“idiots” Uma chuckled, turning back to the teacher and continuing to take notes.

She heard a low audible groan from the class as the classroom door opened and someone stepped in. she looked up, freezing as Lila stepped into the room, a soft smile on her face.

Ooooh, Uma could see a fake bitch from a thousand miles away.

And that was a fake bitch.

Seagoddess - guess who just stepped into my class

Marriedtocake - u fucking serious? First, she bugs harry now shes in ur class? Christ

Marriedtocake - she better leave u alone or im throwing hands fuck my trauma

Harryisabitchboi - erza no

Marriedtocake - ERZA YES I WILL KICK ASS FOR MY GIRLFRIEND.

Uma sputtered, a blush rising across her face, Ezra just called her her girlfriend…..and it sounded nice.

Fuuck

Hawkeye - erza please leave it, Uma please tell me there's not an empty seat next to you

Seagoddess - nope, the only seat is near the back.

Uma looked up as Lila turned to the teacher and touched her ears “oh Mr. Crawford, I have tinnitus and it's hard for me to hear if maybe someone can switch seats with me?”

The teacher just gave her a look “Ms. Lila, we have your full file including your pathological lying, please go sit down before you make a fool of yourself” Lila turned pale and she looked down at the floor as she speed-walked to her seat, her ears turning dark as the class snickered at her failed to try at the teacher.

Uma smirked, glancing back down at her phone.

Seagoddess - teach knows about her shit, sent her to the only empty seat after she tried saying she had tinnitus

Marriedtocake - HAHAHA!!!!

Marriedtocake - MY YEARS OF BITCHING TO THE SCHOOL COUNCIL HAS PAID OFF

Marriedtocake - EVERYONE KNOWS SHES FULL OF SHIT

Hawkeye - we must celebrate! meet at Tiana's café after school!

Several people are typing….

Mr.Cookie - Yes ma’am

Gillyboi - aye sir!

Seagoddess - alright then

Piratequeen - k

Marriedtocake - look at harry being all polite~ after hood kicked ur ass~

Mr.Cookie - shuuuut the fuck up

Uma chucked again and pocketed her phone, tuning back into the teachers droning about the history of pixie hollow.

=

“to the bitches downfall~!” Erza cheered, holding up her frappuccino in the air, the rest of the group cheered with her, raising their drinks.

“and to not failing our tests next week” Uma snorted, Harry and Erza groaning at that.

“don’ remind meh” Harry huffed, sipping at his mocha.

“How bout a study night tomorrow?” you suggested, bitting into your sandwich “gods knew we all need a set time for studying or else it'll never get done”

“true that” Erza chuckled, leaning back in her chair, the front legs lifting off the floor.

“Erza?” Erza’s eyes widened and she slowly turned around, her shoulders dropping as she made eye contact with Lila. “you, you’re still he-?”

“I'm still here? Yes Lila, I'm not as weak as you thought I was” Erza snapped, standing up and cutting off Lila by a few inches “now what do you want?”

“well I” Lila stuttered, eyes running up and down Erza’s body “I was wondering if you wanted to talk?”

“she” Uma interrupted her, standing from the table and walking over to Erza, tossing her arm around her waist “is going to be spending time with her girl, no time for you sweetheart” Uma purred, knowing Erza’s cheeks were now pink.

“you?” Lilas lip curled in disgust “why would she with someone….like you?”

Uma let out a dangerous chuckle, Harry's insane laughter popping in. Lila's eyes went wide as she finally noticed the rest of you, including the bright, eyed harry and Harriet staring at her, sharp smirks on their faces “yeh never wan’ ta anger a sea witch lassie, they aren’t ta be trifled with”

Lila's eyes snapped back to Uma, taking a step back from the glowering sea witch. “you-you're the daughter-“

“daughter of Ursula~” Uma purred, giving Lila a low bow “ now, leave” Uma's necklace gave a low glowing pulse, sending Lila out the door and down the road, away from the group of friends. “good riddance” Uma huffed, tugging Erza back into a chair and leaning on her shoulder.

“she's a right off bitch” you muttered, holding your hand up to Uma for a high five “nicely done by the way Uma” Uma smirked and smacked her hand into yours.

“back to the original topic” Harriet sighed, setting down her iced coffee “study night? Where?”

“my room” you perked up, finishing off your caramel frappe and setting it on our leg “it’s the biggest and I have a lot of snacks already in my room”

“Alright, hoods room it is tomorrow night! Then after that video game!” Erza cheered, the rest of the group cheering with her.

“sounds good” Uma hummed.

“so for now, let's go to the arcade cuz im bored” you suggested, raising your brow at the others, Gil and Harry's eyes glinting with excitement at your suggestion.

“that ALSO sounds good” Uma chuckled, standing from her seat and nodding her head out to the road “lets go”

“yeet!” Erza cried, hopping from her seat and running out the door, the rest of you following after her.

-end of part 15-

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Cursebreaking For Dummies

Fandom: Sanders Sides Rating: Teen Pairings: Virgil and Remus (either platonic or pre-romantic) Summary: Janus and Virgil had a good thing going, running the only magick shop in town. Even if they don't believe in magic themselves, there are plenty of people who do.Unfortunately, they might have done to good a job selling it, because now there's a guy asking for Virgil's help breaking a curse.  Notes: Written for the prompt “15: So you need to break a curse” sent by @theeternalspace, thanks so much!

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The Yellow Serpent was, according to the local paper, ‘the best occult shop around’. Janus had told Virgil this with the same smile he had worn when he had explained that he’d managed to get the answers for Mrs Bakers test – it was the look of a con carried out well.

No one was surprised when Janus left town as soon as high school was over. Everyone knew that Janus was destined for something more – though what that something was depended on who you asked. What was surprising was that Janus had come back, rented out the shop space left empty since the sewing shop closed, and started selling incense and magic crystals.

The way Janus had explained it to Virgil (and probably only to Virgil) was that there were two kind of people who ran magick shops (the k was important, apparently). The first kind was the true believers, the kind who probably had an altar in the back and had tested all the spells they talked about. The second were people who saw how much people were willing to pay for this stuff, and decided to take advantage of it. Janus was one of the latter.

Virgil and Janus were the only two full time employees, though with Janus managing the business side of things, Virgil was usually the one in charge of the shop itself. They had one part time employee, a high schooler named Elliot who seemed to have imprinted on Virgil since the moment they saw him.

It was the middle of the week, which meant it was quiet. Janus would be in soon, which at the very least would give Virgil someone to talk to. So far, there had only been two customers, so Virgil had started making up the herb bundles out of sheer boredom.

He’d just finished the last of the True Love Bundles (put it under your pillow while you sleep, or use as part of a spell) when the bell over the door jangled.

Virgil left the backroom and went into the shop itself, where the new customer had already reached the counter. He was dressed in a green crop top, a large backpack slung over his shoulders. There was a streak of white in his hair and he had a handlebar moustache. He didn’t look like the kind of person you’d expect to find in a shop like this, which made him a perfectly average customer.

“Quick,” the man said, “I need to break a curse.”

If Janus were here, he would ask the man what kind of curse it was, and direct him to a certain kind of incense which would ward away bad energy or something. Unfortunately, it was only Virgil, and Virgil was terrible at thinking on his feet.

“Is that a pickup line?” Virgil asked. The man just looked confused, and Virgil’s mouth kept talking without his brain’s permission. “You know, like true loves kiss to break a spell?”

Damn it, Virgil, stop talking.

The man suddenly looked interested. He leaned over the counter. “Do you want it to be?”

Virgil was sure his face was probably the colour of a tomato. Fortunately he was saved from either answering or being swallowed up by the earth by something barking in the man’s backpack.

“We don’t allow dogs,” Virgil said, taking the distraction and clinging on for dear life.

“Oh, it’s not a dog.” The man fished a creature out of his backpack and set it down on the counter. “It’s my brother.”

Virgil looked at the animal in front of him. The animal looked back. “Your brother… is a Pomeranian.”

The dog barked.

“Well, he is now,” the man said.

“Let me guess,” Virgil drawled, “A witch turned him into a dog.”

“Yes!” – The dog barked – “Well, a Dragon Witch, but close enough!”

Virgil was pretty sure not even Janus would be able to go along with this one. Of course, this would never happen to Janus, because Janus was a bastard who never had to deal with karma for his actions. No, instead the universe had decided to punish Virgil for the scam they were running.

“Okay,” Virgil said with a sigh. “You need to leave.”

The man had the audacity to look surprised. “What for?”

“How about everything?”

The dog growled, and Virgil took a step back. Sure, the thing was tiny, but Virgil wasn’t taking any chances. It still had teeth, didn’t it?

“You’re pretending your dog’s a person,” Virgil pointed out when the man still looked blank.

“He is!” the man protested, at the same time as the dog barked.

“Look,” Virgil snapped. “I only work here because my friend asked me to. None of this stuff is real! It’s all mass produced in some factory somewhere. So why don’t you find another audience for your hilarious joke and stop wasting my time.”

The man stared at him. If Janus had seen that, he’d probably start yelling. Not because Virgil shouted at a customer – Janus would have his back on that one – but because Virgil had said that it wasn’t real. Janus had a thing about never stopping the illusion.

Suddenly, the man tilted his head back and burst into loud, cackling laughter. The dog shot the man an irritated look, or at least, a look that would have been irritated, if it was capable of that. Which it wasn’t, because it was a dog.  It was probably just wondering when it would get to continue its walk.

“I don’t believe this,” the man said. “You sent me to a fake shop.”

The dog barked once, and Virgil must be losing it because he could swear the dog looked indignant. The man waved his hand.

“Sure, sure, anyone could have made that mistake. Hey, while we’re at it, why not try homeopathy?”

“We don’t sell homeopathic treatments,” Virgil said automatically.

Conning money out of gullible fools was one thing, Janus had said. Conning money out of desperate sick people was better left to televangelists and the health care system.

Speaking drew the man’s attention back to him, which was probably a mistake. He grinned, and lean over the counter, giving Virgil a good view of the purple eyeshadow he was wearing.

“So, know anywhere that sells real magic shit?”

There was probably a lot of ways Virgil could answer that. Unfortunately, the one his mouth chose was, “What the fuck is real magic?”

“I’m glad you asked! What’s your favourite animal?”

Virgil had no idea if he was witnessing a strange attempt at flirting, a far too elaborate prank, or a breakdown.

“You’re mad,” he told the man.

“Please,” the man said with a wave of his hand. “My father is mad. Call me Remus.”

Virgil snorted, and then tried to hide it with a cough. The man looked delighted. The dog very much did not. It tried to tug on Remus’ arm, which, since Remus wasn’t wearing sleeves, mostly involved biting Remus.

“So,” Remus said, apparently unaware that he was being mauled. “Favourite animal?”

Fuck it. What was the worst that could happen?

“Spiders, I guess.”

Remus looked Virgil up and down then nodded. “Goes with the aesthetic. Alright, Spiderboy.”

He cupped his hands together on the table, palms up. Virgil was about to ask what he was doing, when the air above his hands seemed to flicker, and a spider appeared.

Appeared was the only word for it. One moment there was no spider, and then the next there was one. Like when a video lagged, so the enemies just seemed to pop up.

The spider leaped out of Remus’ hands and towards the dog, who yelped and leapt backwards, falling off the counter. Remus laughed. Virgil should probably leap back too, but he was rooted in place.

“What the hell?” he cried.

“Tadaa!” Remus said. “Magic.”

Virgil shook his head, staring at the spider, which now stood in the middle of the counter. He reached one hand out, then immediately thought better of it and pulled the hand back again.

“Is it real?”

“Eh,” Remus shrugged, “Define real. You can touch it, though. Put your hand out.”

Virgil hesitated, because just because he liked spiders didn’t mean he instantly trusted them, especially when they appeared out of nowhere and were bigger than any spider had the right to be. Still, he figured that Remus probably wasn’t trying to kill him, so he placed his hand palm up on the surface.

The spider scuttled over. It stopped next to his hand for a moment, and when Virgil didn’t pull his hand away, it slowly stepped on.

“It’s solid,” Virgil said.

“Maybe,” Remus said. “Or maybe you just think it’s solid. Am I affecting the world or everyone in it?”

It was way too early for philosophical discussions, so Virgil just watched the spider crawl up his arm. It had reached his elbow when what was happening fully set it. Virgil jerked back with a cry.

“What is it?” Remus asked. The spider disappeared into nothing.

“This is real,” Virgil said. “Magic is real.”

“Uh, yeah,” Remus said. “Hey, are you okay?”

Virgil barely heard him, just like he barely heard the jingle of the door open and close. The world was spinning around him, and suddenly something seemed to crush his chest.

“I think I’m going to faint,” Virgil muttered.

The dog barked, sounding alarmed. Distantly he was aware of someone saying his name, someone taking his arm and leading him away. When the arm let go, Virgil sank down to the floor. Something nudged his leg, and he jerked back, in case it was another spider, but it was just the dog. Someone was counting, up to four, then seven, then eight. Breathing patterns.

Virgil matched the counting, and slowly felt himself come back to himself. He was sat in the back room, with Janus crouched in front of him, frowning. The dog sat by Virgil’s legs. Virgil had put his hand on the dog’s fur at some point. The dog looked slightly confused, but seemed okay with it.

“When did you get here?” Virgil asked.

“At the start of your panic attack,” Janus said. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Virgil answered.

“It’s been a while since you had one,” Janus said hesitantly.

Virgil shrugged. It was true. High School had been the worst. Virgil had lost track of times Janus would pull him out of classrooms and into some quiet part of the school no one else knew about. No matter how often the teachers tried to stop Janus from going with him, Janus would refuse to leave his side until Virgil was better.

“Guess it was just a bad day,” Virgil muttered, because there was no way he was telling Janus what had just happened.

“Did the customer-?” Janus began, but was cut off by the dog barking.

“He didn’t do anything,” Virgil lied.

Janus’ frown deepened, because he could always tell when Virgil was lying. Virgil sighed.

“He wasn’t being a dick or anything,” Virgil said, which was true. “It just kind of… happened.”

“Alright,” Janus said at last. “Do you want me to deal with him?”

“No, I should do it. Plus, I kind of kidnapped his br-dog.”

If Janus noticed the connection, he didn’t say anything, just nodded and helped Virgil to his feet. Virgil went back to the counter, where Remus was still standing, drumming his fingers on the top.

“You alright, emo?” Remus asked. “Roman didn’t bite you, did he?”

The dog – Roman, the dog was Roman and was a person looked indignant at the suggestion.

“I’m fine,” Virgil said. He shook his head. “Not, scratch that. Magic is real.”

“I… don’t see why that would be a bad thing?”

Virgil glanced over his shoulder, but Janus wasn’t around. “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“You could come with us,” Remus suggested.

“What?”

“Well, we do still have to break the curse. You could help!”

Virgil and Roman looked at Remus with matching incredulity.

“I don’t know anything about magic,” Virgil said.

“It’ll be a learning experience!”

Virgil shook his head. “You only just met me.”

“So? You’re cute, and you seem fun. And I know I’m fun.”

He should say no. Magic or no magic, he didn’t know Roman and Remus, how did he know they weren’t serial killers or something? Magical serial killers. And even if they weren’t, breaking a curse sounded suspiciously like an adventure, and apparently getting cursed by a dragon witch was a normal part of their lives.

Virgil really, really, didn’t want to know what a dragon witch was.

All he had to do was say no, and Remus and Roman would leave, and Virgil would go back to his life and probably never see them again. He’d keep selling incense and crystal balls, and pretend he didn’t believe in any of it. He’d finish work, then go back to his shitty apartment, then go to work again.

Funny, he’d never thought of his life as boring before.

“Janus,” Virgil called. “I’m taking a break.”

Remus’ face split into a grin. Roman rolled his eyes, which was quite impressive, for a dog.

“Okay,” Virgil said, once they were all outside. “How do you break a curse?”

“I have no idea!” Remus said. “Why do you think I came here?”

“Great. So none of us have any idea what we’re doing.”

“Hey! You’re getting the hang of this.”

Well, even if he died, at least it wouldn’t be boring.

[bella-spil]

The Announcement

The time has come for you and Bucky to announce your new status (follow up to the arrival)

Bucky x fem reader, fem reader x avengers

Warnings: cursing, fluff, talking about virginity.

Word Count: 2.1k

The rest of the day flew by in a haze.  The closer dinner got, the more anxious you and Bucky got.  But Peter was trying his best to help.  He kept reassuring the two of you that everything would work out for the best and everyone would be happy for you no matter what.  But Bucky wasn’t anxious about that.  He was anxious because he was the one announcing it and he didn’t want to say something stupid.

At around 6:30, dinner was ready and Tony was calling everyone back to eat.  On the table was cheeseburgers, fries, and everything in between.  There were drinks of every kind, from juice boxes to wine and champagne.  It all looked like something from a cookbook.

As everyone eyed the food and licked their lips, they all took their seats.  At the heads of the table were Steve and Tony.  On the right of Steve was Bucky and on his left was Sam.  Vision was on Tony’s right while Clint was on the left.  Wanda sat next to Vision and Nat sat next to Sam.  When Nat sat next to Sam, he raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, but she was too quick and saw the subtle movement.  She hit him in the air and Sam quickly shut up.  Next to Clint was Peter and you were right in between Bucky and Peter.  You needed to be next to Bucky for support and Peter was there to help in case anything happened.

As everyone was getting their food, Tony proposed a toast.  

“Everyone, I just wanted to say I’m so happy not to be in a Wakandan jungle right now.  I bet I speak for everyone that was on the mission,” as Tony said, everyone that was on the mission nodded in agreement and chuckled.  

“Also, I want to congratulate Steve and Nat for their work on their recent mission,” Tony continued.  Everyone clapped in approval.

“And I wanted to say that I have missed cheeseburgers, so before I dive in, does anyone else have anything that they want to say?”

You nudge Bucky in the arm so he gets the memo.  He does and clears his throat.

“Uh, yeah I do,” Bucky said.  Everyone stared at each other in disbelief.  Bucky never spoke during dinner, he was too busy eating.  And he barely spoke that much in general.  The looks everyone gave each other were starting to scare Bucky and he looked to you for support.

You have never seen Bucky so nervous before.  He was the Winter Soldier, confidence was his thing.  He could walk into H.Y.D.R.A. buildings filled with soldiers like it was nothing.  But this was a whole other ball game for him.  As he looked at you, you could see the fear in his eyes.  You looked at him with pride and nodded as he continued.

“Um,” Bucky mumbled.  

“Hey, Manchurian Candidate, are you going to tell us what’s up or can we eat?” Tony asked, clearly hungry and impatient.

“Me and Y/N are dating.”  You and him both smile cheesy.  Your smiles looked like one from a yearbook.  You and Bucky blushed in embarrassment as you could hear a pin drop.  You were expecting someone to say something, not this much silence.  Just as you and Bucky were wondering if this was the wrong thing to do, you hear a loud clap.  And it’s coming from Tony himself.

“I knew it!” he shouted.  “I knew it!  I knew you had the hots for him Y/N.  I’ve said that from the beginning, rig-”

Then unexpectedly, he gets cut off.  Normally if you cut off Tony Stark, that would mean you’re done.  But only two people cut off Tony and get away with it: Pepper and F.R.I.D.A.Y.  And it was F.R.I.D.A.Y. herself that cut him off.

“Sir, when Y/N arrived, you shipped her with Mr. Parker.”  Everyone started laughing in shock.  Peter and you stare at each other in disbelief.  You thought as if you would like Peter.  You and him were too good of friends to have it for each other.  Meanwhile, as everyone was laughing, Tony stood there embarrassed.

“No I didn’t,” he said a little too quickly.

“Yes you did sir,” F.R.I.D.A.Y. rebuttaled.  “Would you like me to share th-”

She gets cut off by a distraught Tony.

“No, who did I think she would end up with next?”

“You shipped her with Mr. Wilson, sir.”  At this point everyone was laughing so hard they had a hard time breathing, except for Tony.  As everyone was laughing, you and Bucky stared at one another in shock.  Then you catch Sam looking at you, astounded.

“Really?” Sam said, appalled.  Then a sly look settled on his face.  “I’m getting shipped with all the hot girls.”

Everyone can’t contain themselves as they are leaning on each other for support.  The death glare Bucky sent Sam was unmatched.  You knew Bucky had a good death glare, but this one beat all the others by a mile.

“You’re dead.” Bucky said, pissed off.

“You wish,” Sam snapped back.

“Ok, stop bickering,” Tony snapped.  “Fine, I didn’t think you would end up with Barnes, Y/N.  In fact, he was the last person I would expect.”

“Thanks, Tony,” Bucky said, sarcastically.

“Welcome, Barnes,” Tony replied.  “But, I’m happy for you guys.  If you need anything, especially money, you’re covered.”

“Thanks, Tony,” you answer.

“I’m glad you guys are happy together,” Clint chimed in.  “You have my support.”

“Yes, I agree,” Vision added.  “I’m utterly overjoyed seeing you two together.”

“Thanks guys,” you said, so happy at the approval you were getting.  Bucky was overjoyed as well.  He held your hand under the table where nobody would see, especially Sam.

But then, Sam started looking at you and Bucky quite weirdly.  He looked over to Steve and Nat.  They didn’t seem too shocked that you and Bucky were together.  In fact, they looked like they knew, and that pissed him off.  He was friends with Bucky, so why wouldn’t the Winter Soldier tell him?

“So, how long has this thing been going on?” Sam asked, trying to pry information out of you.

“About a month,” you answer, unaware of Sam’s intentions.

“Did you tell anybody?”

“No Sam, what’s your point?” Bucky lied.

“You obviously did because Steve, Nat and Spider ling haven’t said peep.” Sam said with a glare to Steve, Nat and Peter.

“Ok,” Bucky said, rolling his eyes.  “So what if we told them?”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?” Sam shrieked.

Bucky smirked at Sam, clearly getting the reaction he wanted.  He loved getting Sam pissed off, it was his favorite pastime.  He smiled at you and wrapped his arm around you, and you let out a quiet chuckle.  

You loved getting Sam annoyed too, and the way his face was right now could make you laugh for days.  But, trying to be polite, you just covered your face with your napkin so nobody could see the joy leaving you.

“Why do you think I didn’t tell you?” Bucky questioned with a smirk.  Sam’s face was turning red, a big red flag for a fight about to start.  Before that could happen you intervened.

“Nothing Sam,” you interrupted.  “It’s nothing.”  Bucky looked at you.  He looked like a kid about to go in timeout.  His baby blues looked so sad, it was enough to make you cry.

“Why did you do that doll?” Bucky whispered in your ear.  “I was having fun.”  Sam was flipping you both off from across the table, and Bucky did it back without breaking eye contact from you.

“You know why,” you said, since it was so obvious.  You rolled your eyes and smirked.  You took his hand underneath the table and gave it a little squeeze.  Bucky smiled at you and brushed his hair out of his face.  As you and everyone else resumed eating, Tony had something on his mind.

“So have you two fucked yet?” Tony asked with a smirk.

You and Bucky spit out the food in your mouth while everyone was laughing their asses off.  You and Bucky sat there, embarrassed as hell.

“What?” Tony asked, unaware that he did anything.  “Isn’t that the question on everyone's mind?”

“It certainly wasn’t on mine,” Steve chimed in with a chuckle.

“Oh well your Captain America,” Tony said.  “You can never have dirty thoughts.  You have to be a role model for every child in the world.”  

Everyone couldn’t help but look at one another and nod, knowing this was true.  But then Tony looked at you and Peter, for help.

“Psst,” Tony whispered.  “Kids, what was that rumor about Capsicle that you showed me a few months ago?”

You and Peter look at each other, trying so hard not to giggle like five year olds.  You both knew exactly which one he meant.  

Since you were the youngest members on the team, you spent a lot of time on the internet.  A lot.  One day while on YouTube, Peter found a video explaining a pretty reasonable rumor about Steve.  It had something to do with how Steve got his powers, but instead of explaining how he actually got his powers, the video showed a different way.  Peter showed it to you and it was the funniest thing on the planet.  

After Peter showed you, you and him both showed it to Tony.  Tony thought it was the best thing he had ever seen and awarded both of you.  He let you both come on a mission to London that you guys were begging to go on for months.  He told you that he was going to find the right time to use it against Steve, and now was that time.

“Oh, cmon kids!” Tony pleaded.  “Explain the theory!”

“Peter?” you look at him to make him explain.  He knew there was no arguing with you, so he took a deep breath and started explaining.

“Well, there’s a theory online saying that you didn’t get your powers from the Super Soldier Serum, but from something else.” Peter said.

“And that would be?” Steve asked, confused.  Peter started laughing, and you couldn’t help it and joined Peter.  All the adults were looking at you confused, but Tony sat there with a smile.  

Peter snickers to control his laughter before he speaks.

“You get your powers from being a 99 year old virgin!” he says before cackling like a witch.  You cackled too and you didn’t care.  Everyone’s faces dropped and started laughing as well.  Steve sat there, disappointed.  He was shaking his head and let out a long, dramatic sigh.

“Just when I thought I was having a good day, it turns to shit.” Steve sighed.  Everyone stopped laughing except for Sam and Bucky.  They thought it was the funniest thing ever and they had to lean back on their chairs.  

“Oh my god, that’s amazing,” Sam sighed, wiping a tear off his face.

“I didn’t know you were still a virgin, Steve” Bucky chuckled.

“Yeah,” Clint said.  “I thought you lost it to Peggy Carter.”

“Nope, I still have my V-Card.” Steve smiled while blushing.  You roll your eyes as he said V-Card.  

“Ok, for clarification, who still is a virgin?” Tony asked.  Everyone in the room wanted to know as well.

Three hands went into the air.  You and Peter obviously raise your hands.  You were still young and Peter told you he was waiting till he was engaged.  That was the plan for you too, but that wasn’t going to be the case soon.  Steve also raised his hand.  Steve being a virgin was just too funny, and everyone started laughing.  

Bucky, however, remained quiet, smiling at you.  He was filled with a sense of pride.  He loved that you haven’t given yourself up to anyone yet and he was glad that it would soon be him.

“Oh well for the kids, that makes sense.  But for you that’s just sad.” Tony said to Steve.

“Thanks Tony for your concern,” Steve sighed.

“Anytime Capsicle.” Tony replied with a smug tone.

“Thanks everyone for supporting me and Bucky.  I have no clue how this conversation went from me and Bucky being together to virginity, but we both are so happy that you guys support us.” you said.

“Don’t worry about it guys,” Wanda said.

“We will always have you back,” Nat said.  What she said was supposed to be for both of you, but since she said “back” it confused everyone, especially Vision. 

“I believe the correct term is ‘backs,’ Natasha.” Vision corrected.  Nat threw a dirty look at him while everyone else chuckled.

“So, before we all call it a night, wanna play a game?” Peter asked.

[savannah-lim]

Defying Gravity || Norma & Savannah

Title: Defying Gravity Timing: Nightmare POTW Location: Hanging Rock Parties: @normallee and @savannah-lim  Content Warnings: Hit and run (on monster), reckless driving, Wizard of Oz references

Going for a run or a walk to clear your head. People did that, right? Savannah was way more likely to make regretful sex decisions or have a few strong drinks, but it must have been getting to her head, because she was starting to see really weird shit. Savannah figured a few days off the alcohol would do her some good. She wasn't totally immune from making regretful decisions though, and still managed to snapchat her ex from the clifftop; Apparently they used to hang witches here. Cool, huh? she plastered over the top of a photo of the ocean from Hanging Rock. That definitely wasn’t a shark in the background, right? Nope. Definitely a large seal. “I must be going fucking crazy,” she chuckled to herself before she sent the picture and continued with her hike. She whipped her phone out again to video a flock of birds, curious looking things, probably migrating or something. And what the hell was that big one in the middle? “Holy shit--” she looked around as if checking anyone else was nearby. She’d seen a few dog walkers and bird watchers, so someone had to be close enough to confirm this, right? “Hey! Uh, sorry, hi, excuse me?? Do you see these birds?” Birds, yep, they’re birds, just keep telling yourself that. 

Norma didn’t quite understand why humans were both so insistent on building things up and out and taking over every inch of land they could, while at the same time preserving nature. It truly made no sense. Still, she was told Hanging Rock was a nice place to visit and that many humans enjoyed going there to “get away.” What they were getting away from, she had no idea, but it was nice out there so that was pleasant enough. She sat by the edge of the cliff, legs dangled over the side, swinging them on occasion. The breeze did feel nice and if she sat there long enough, she could almost see the way things used to be about a thousand years ago. Almost. The railings and signs and occasional boat below shattered the illusion slightly. As did the witch flying through the sky. And those things that looked like flying monkies. So annoying. She should really know better to stay out of the way and let the humans appreciate nature in all its splendor. “The birds?” She asked, twisting back towards the woman who seemed a bit frantic. “Oh yes. I saw them. They’re very nice, do you like birds? I’ve been told some people watch them. I’m not entirely certain what they expect to see other than a bird but it’s nice they keep an eye out for them.” Norma turned back to look out in front of her. “It’s such a shame that witch is blocking the view. Really, the audacity.” Norma sighed. Was that witch getting… closer?

Savannah really did enjoy White Crest in a lot of ways, but she was starting to wonder if it would be the death of her, perhaps literally as well as metaphorically. The nightmares, the visions, the hallucinations, it seemed to give her a permanent headache, and in spite of the fact they’d found Javier’s remains, she still wasn’t any closer to solving the case. She was almost desperate for confirmation from the stranger, and yet how could she be sure she wasn’t hallucinating that too. “Witch?!” Savannah’s eyes widened, and she stared at the shape in the sky that twisted amongst the backdrop of clouds and birds. She instinctively took a step back. As the so-called witch twisted and danced on her broomstick among her companions, the sky grew louder with the chattering and squealing of monkeys. “Is that normal for White Crest?!” she asked. A short time ago, that would have seemed like a really stupid question. Now, it was par for the course. 

The woman seemed confused by the word witch. Perhaps Norma had to explain it to her. “Yes, a witch. She’s green and riding a broomstick, see. And yes, most actual witches are not like that but since enough of popular culture has in fact decided that is what a witch looks like, we can both agree that a woman dressed in black with green skin flying on a broomstick is in fact a-- AHHH!” Norma screamed and rolled back as one of the flying monkeys howled and swiped at her head. She pulled herself up and away from the ledge and hid behind the woman. She looked hearty, she was jogging, she had to be athletically skilled in some way. “I’m not aware! I haven’t lived here for very long. I do not think monkeys often fly but I could be mistaken.” Norma squealed as one of the monkeys pulled at her hair. The witch was nearly there, cackling and quite pleased with herself seemingly. “We should remove ourselves from this situation! How do we do so?” Norma asked, panicked, still cowering behind the other woman.

“I know what a witch is! I just don’t expect to see one on my afternoon jog!” Savannah’s words were pointed, her tone and body language erratic. She had really lost her grip on reality. They were going to take the case away from her. They were going to take her whole job away from her. “I don’t know? Run?!” She practically screamed at the stranger, and of course, being that she wasn’t exactly on duty right now, she wasn’t wearing a gun strapped to her hip along with her athleisure wear. Savannah ducked behind a rock, throwing her water bottle at a flying monkey that seemed to cackle as it dove just a little too close. It connected, sending the monkey falling to the ground, useless. But that still left the other dozen or so. She practically grabbed the stranger by the arm, dragging her down with her. “I parked my car over at the other end of the trail. Maybe we can make it.” 

“Well if you know what one is, why are you asking me about them?” Norma shouted. The other woman was running and so Norma did the same as that seemed like the best solution at the moment. “Quick thinking!” she said with a nod as the water bottle decked the monkey that was practically breathing down their necks. It seemed like Norma had hitched her horse with the right wagon, whatever the humans meant by that. “Okay, I think we should just ru--” Her words were cut short by another scream as hands gripped her shoulders and feet wrapped around her waist. Norma reached out to grab her companion, to try and tether herself to the ground, but the monkey’s grip was tight and she couldn't break free. “Help!” she screamed. “Put me down you idiot! I can’t fly! I know it’s very confusing why some furies have wings but they don’t WOOORRRK!” Her voice shifted to another scream as the chattering beast pulled her upwards farther into the clouds. This was bad. Very bad. Norma reached and grabbed her shoe off her foot and tried to slap the animal with it enough to encourage it to let her go. 

This was more of a workout than Savannah had planned for. She knew you were supposed to get your heart-rate up, but this was a little on the extreme side of things. “Hey!” she called as the stranger was hoisted up into the air. She tried to grab for Norma’s hands to pull her back down, but she was gone too quickly for Savannah to stop it. “You little shits!” She scrambled for the water bottle again, for some rocks to throw, for anything that might give them something of a chance. She threw them at the gaggle of primates, which unfortunately disrupted them just enough to drop Norma to the ground. “Oh, shit!” she hurried to Norma’s side, swatting monkey hands out of her hair. “ARGH! GET OFF! Are you okay?!” 

“Let go, let go! Let-- Stop throwing the rocks at me!” Norma shouted at all parties involved, still hitting the monkey with her shoe. She wasn’t sure if it was her shoe or the rocks that encouraged the primate to let go, but it did in fact loosen its grip on her. That was nice of it. She got what she wanted. Then she realized she was plummeting to the ground, wind rushing past her as gravity pulled her back to the earth. Norma screamed and tried to brace herself, covering her head. She hit the ground with a thwack. Gods, there were things definitely broken. Oh no, that hurt. Norma pulled herself off the ground with a groan. She bit down and pulled her lips into a thin line as she popped her shoulder back where it belonged, trying to hold in the squeal of pain. It was very much not her first time doing so, but she never much enjoyed when she had to. If only the whole invulnerable thing meant she didn’t have to feel pain or healed as quickly as some other supernatural species. Then again, injuries aided her in her aim to appear human. The avoidance of what should have been something close to death? Well, that would have to wait. Norma stood up, wincing as she tried to put her weight on her foot, cradling her bad arm with her other. “I’m alive! Do not worry I have not perished! Hold on!” Norma pushed past the pain to grab her other shoe and chucked it at the monkey bothering her companion. It squealed and flew off. “Now please help me to your car before that witch brings that small tornado closer to us.”

“Oh god, oh no, we need to get you to a hospital.” Savannah cringed as Norma clicked her shoulder back into place. Norma’s groan of pain shredded the afternoon air and seemed to give the monkeys pause for a moment, likely due to the surprise of the shrill sound. They twisted and turned in the air, and the witch straddled her broom, waving her arms and cackling as if she were conducting an orchestra. She didn’t have time to worry about Norma’s strange way of speaking. She’d pulled for her phone to call a hospital, but the monkey’s reaction to Norma’s squeal gave her an idea. She covered her head with her jacket to protect her head, turning on the loudest, most shrill alarm sound she could and pointing it up in the air as she ran. She followed the trail, not daring to look back at the small tornado that followed them. “UGH!” She grunted as she tripped on a dip in the dirt path, cutting her palms and, of course, smashing her phone. “Oh come ON!” She winced, pulling herself up. They were almost there. “That one! The silver Honda,” she groaned as she forced herself upright again, leaving her broken phone on the ground as she wrestled through her pockets for her keys. 

“Hospital?” Norma’s eyes went wide and she could feel her heart pounding in her centuries old chest. “Oh, no thank you! I’m sure I’m fine. Look at how very fine I am! I’m alive and breathing, I’m very sturdy like that.” Even in pain, a human hospital was the last pace she needed to land herself. There were too many things to explain and circumvent and truly just simply not going was the best solution. She was unaware of the current plan but hobbling behind her companion was the best she had so that’s what she did. On their way, the other woman tripped and fell. Norma considered leaving her behind, survival of the fittest, or the supernatural in reality. That seemed like a bad thing to do, not the way to make human friends. Norma bent down to help lend a hand to her, pulling her up as they ran to the car. She wasn’t sure what a Honda was but she followed her to the silver car. Maybe all cars were now called Hondas. Norma pulled and pulled on the door. “Faster, please! I would like to hide in your vehicle as soon as possible. Ideally before that tornado hits!” There was a swirl of wind and branches tearing through the trees towards them, witch cackling just behind it. 

“You just… dislocated your arm!” Savannah answered between laboured breaths. She screamed as one of the monkeys grabbed at her hair, smacking at it and letting out a string of incomprehensible curse words before it finally let go. She frantically hit the unlock button on her keys and dove inside. Norma didn’t need any encouragement to hurry. As soon as the doors were closed, she locked them with a swift click. That didn’t stop the witch swirling around them with awful cackling, and the monkeys flying into the windows like bugs on a windshield. Thank God her car had bulletproof glass. The wipers and lights? Not so lucky. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew she was getting the hell out of her. She turned the key and put the car in drive, stepping down on the gas and ignoring the awful squelch of what she was sure was a couple of flying monkeys beneath the tires. 

Norma fumbled with the door and threw herself inside the car, wincing as her slightly mangled body found a decently comfortable position. She had barely pulled the strange belt contraption onto her lap when the other woman took off driving. And Norma started screaming, bracing her good arm on the dashboard. “When did motor vehicles start going so fast?!” she shouted as they barreled down the road. “Watch out for the— AHHHH!” Norma looked around out the back window. It was very much a mistake. She saw the flattened bodies of the monkeys that they had run over as well as the swirling tornado headed their way. There was no way they could out run it. Unless… “Turn right!” she shouted. “Go towards the water! Just to the edge. Then stop! I think it’ll work!” Fingers crossed. “We might need to jump out of the car if we want to…” Guess they’d see.

Savannah was a good driver. They did learn car chases in Quantico, but that was a lifetime ago, and these weren’t exactly the conditions she’d tested under. “Fuck, shit, fuck!” She cursed more emphatically under her breath, and then not so under her breath. She couldn’t take her eyes off the--well, it wasn’t even much of a road--but she couldn't take her eyes off it anyway. She was less than thrilled about driving on these precarious cliffs, but she was running on pure adrenaline and did it anyway, half-skidding around the bend as she took a hard right, and skidding again to a halt with grass and rock under the wheels before the tornado blew past them, just a few feet from the window, and off into the ocean. She took a breath, then another, and another, and as quickly as it had turned to chaos, everything was calm again. “Jesus,” she sighed, clutching her chest and leaning back in disbelief. “That was a close one.” Savannah looked over at her passenger to ensure she was unharmed. “Are you okay? I’m Savannah, by the way… didn’t get a chance to introduce myself before Planet of the Apes.”

Norma screamed the entire time they were driving down the way, through the winding path, tornado just behind them. This was not a nice pleasant day in nature. Humans were truly perplexing in their definitions of a good time. She ducked under the dashboard as the tornado blew past and into the water. She peaked out to see a house drop down right next to them, striped stockings sticking out from underneath the porch. “I think the witch is dead. That’s nice. It was a very convenient house. I’m sure that someone will be very happy to live here at this very nice park. I assume the tornadoes only happen with mild frequency.” She turned back to the driver and gave a smile and held out her hand, Oh wait, no, that was the injured one. Right. She held out her other hand to shake. “I’m Norma Lee. It’s very nice to meet you. I’m thrilled you were able to save me from the flying monkeys. I very much hope that house was not yours. Mine is downtown. Would you be willing to drive me back there? Thank you!” She was not sure if this was a normal interaction but hopefully, she made herself a new friend.

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Your Touch [ShigarakixOC]: Chapter 7

Chapter Index

Three in the morning was said to be the witching hour. Spirits and restless ghosts were to be haunting those unfortunate enough to be awake at such an hour; however, neither of these swirled around the brunette cackling or taunting her. To her dismay, it was the sound of an extremely loud video game’s soundtrack that woke her up, lulled her to sleep, then startled her awake once again with intense music. It was a vicious cycle all throughout the night. Souseiki tried from wrapping her pillow around her head to ripping pieces of her sheets and stuffing them in her ear canal in an attempt to drown out the noise, neither helped. She had half a mind to get out of bed and demand whoever was playing to turn it off or at least use some headphones. In the end, she knew she was nowhere near confrontational, so she stayed put under the covers.

   For the following four hours, Souseiki went in and out of sleep. Eventually, around seven in the morning, she decided to make an appearance in the common room. The brunette rubbed her irritated eyes as she walked down the hall and pushed the door open. “Morning,” she muttered in a tired tone. Once again, there was food on the counter, but this time Shigaraki was already present.

   “You look like shit,” he deadpanned as he watched her occupy the seat at his side.

   In response, Souseiki gave a small groan and began eating. He stared at her without restraint until she seemed to give in to the silent peer-pressure and gave an actual answer, “A bad spirit was haunting me last night. Couldn’t shake it,” she said picking at the rice on her plate.

   A scoff rang through the room, then turned into a laugh, “You believe in ghosts? What are you? A child?”

   Souseiki gripped her fork and gave a forced nod, “Maybe,” she said through gritted teeth before shoving food into her mouth to keep from making any unnecessary comments.

   “Anyway, we’re going out,” he states as he grips the wooden counter with trembling limbs. His body screams fatigue, but he gives no indication of wanting to rest. Those bloodshot eyes seem to be stuck on the promise of a mission. His movements are slow and sluggish, but his aura says ‘I’m fine!’ with the tone dipped in authority. Shigaraki surely was someone that, despite his bratty attitude, completed tasks he needed to be done. “Are you going to keep staring at me like a dumbass or are you going to go get changed?”

   Souseiki huffed and pushed herself up with the same fatigue, but with no determination. She followed the man with blue tresses out the door and down towards their respective rooms. From what she’s just witnessed, it was safe to assume that the ghost haunting her the night before was his doing, so why wasn’t he wanting to fall to the floor asleep like she was? He certainly was a force to be reckoned with if his own fatigue didn’t hinder him from moving forward with his day. On the other hand, she stood staring blankly at the bag on the floor full of her clothing. A stare as blank as a canvas watched the discarded items as if her nonexistent quirk would get her dressed. The brunette lazily tugged on a clean pair of jeans and a lightweight hoodie to hide her complexion from the crowds. Something told her today was going to be longer than it should be.

   There was something about the way Shigaraki continued to fiddle with his hands within his pockets that made Souseiki far more nervous than she should have been. The duo currently walked through the streets of Musutafu with their hoods worn high on their head. Souseiki wore a mask over her face and glanced over to Shigaraki in concern. He wasn’t the most notorious fellow, but he was the oddest looking lad of the year. Anyone would look over to his complexion and stare in astonishment if they had the time of day. His lips were dry while the scratches under his eyes and along his neck were red and angry. The hood and those blue locks could only do so much to cover his features. “Where are we going?”

   Shigaraki stared at the pavement as he walked, something about watching the cracks fall behind him with every step either piqued his interest or allowed him to calmly walk the streets without reliving a horrible past of gasps and dirty looks. “Kurogiri said we ran out of coffee,” he shrugs in reply. It was completely nonchalant and odd to think that was just it. Who would be fidgeting over such a mundane task? There had to be more to this, yet Souseiki didn’t voice any of her concerns as he leads the way into a convenience store. “He likes the shitty generic brand from this place for some reason,” he muttered looking down the aisles until he caught eye of the instant coffee mix. “One day,” he continued as he browsed the boxes on the shelves, “he wouldn’t talk to me for an entire day because I bought the wrong one,” he said reaching for a box.

   “Don’t you think that’s a little silly?” She questioned watching him inspect the detailed ingredients on the item. “Too specific actually,” Souseiki added. The comment was more in accordance with his overly verbose behavior rather than the story.

   “Tasted like shit,” He said walking past her and to the register to check out. “Personally, I thought all coffee tasted the same, but there’s just a way about how this one mixes well with those little boiling bubbles that make it taste really good.”

   With the item paid, he handed the bag to her and they walked out. Souseiki pondered on the conversation as they walked further into the city. Shigaraki didn’t dwell any longer on it as he led the girl through an empty path. Two large buildings encased the sidewalk that held no other pedestrians. “I’m sorry, but am I the boiling water and you’re the shitty brown color?”

   Such an outburst caused the blue-haired teen to halt and turn his entire attention to her, “What?” He spat out with a complexion twisted between disgust and confusion. “Are you stupid or something?”

   The response caught her off guard and had embarrassment skidding its way across her nose leaving a red trail on its way. “I thought you were making an analogy,” she spoke in a meek voice as she shrunk back where she stood.

   “I was telling you a story, idiot,” Shigaraki said with a scratch of his neck, “If I knew you were this dense I wouldn’t have said anything,” he mumbled. He turned down the street and left Souseiki standing against the building.

   “Wait!”

   Shigaraki looked over his shoulder, his crimson eyes shooting daggers in her direction; causing her to stay put in her spot. “Stay there!” He demanded after taking a few steps forward, then turning back to shout, “And that’s not a fucking analogy!” Before turning the corner and disappearing around the corner.

   Souseiki stared wide-eyed after the man before leaning against the building. The thought of him having to run another errand on his own popped into her head, so she did as told. Her initial embarrassment was still visible and she ruthlessly tried to calm her blood cells as she shook her head. She could understand now why her friends use to want her to stop reading so many mystery books. Her conclusions were insanely out there if she thought too much. Instead, to clear her head she rummaged through her pocket and pulled out her phone. The data to her carrier had been long disconnected, so she relied on a nearby hotspot to scroll through news articles. Everything hero related, from All Might saving an entire burning apartment building to Midnight assisting some market festival, filled the media. She was no longer in the headlines.

   “Who would even be out here? This is literally the boonies of this city,” groaned a voice down the path.

   The footsteps grew closer causing Souseiki’s blood to run cold as she slowly looked up, “There was a call saying a suspicious person was hanging around here,” voiced another man. When she looked up her eyes met his, Seiichi, her older brother. Right at his side was Yuu as well. The two were decked out in their hero gear, no doubt patrolling together to kill time. “Oh, miss!”  He called out seeing her. “We received a call concerning-”

   His voice slowly drowned out as the ringing in her ears grew louder and he closer. She watched the two approach slowly as she took a step back. “Hey, she’s moving away,” Yuu muttered to his brother. Without another word the two closed in on Souseiki quicker and demanded her to stop unless she wanted to be apprehended.

   She obeyed and stopped moving.

   Seiichi’s brow creased as he secured eye contact, “Would you answer a few questions?” He asked. The two brothers awaited an answer, but nothing verbal was received. The brunette merely nodded and held onto the plastic bag with a tighter grip. “There was a call concerning a strange individual. We’re not saying it’s you, but we just need you to answer some simple questions. It’s just procedure,” Seiichi explained calmly with a reassuring smile, yet it did nothing to calm her nerves.

   Where in the hell was Shigaraki?

   Yuu stood beside his brother with arms akimbo, eyes narrowed and set on his sister. “You look familiar,” he remarked leaning forward to get a better view of her, “Holy shit, Souseiki?”

   The two brothers stood waiting for her to decline such a statement or remove the mask to reveal her identity, but Souseiki was now focused on the figure standing behind the two. Shigaraki stood still between the two men. He now wore that dismembered hand on his face. “Yeah,” she muttered pulling down the mask without looking either brother in the eye. She was locked on Shigaraki, watching him raise his hands.

   He was going to kill them.

   “Isn’t this bad news?” Yuu asked with eyes trained on the youngest sibling, “If she’s alive then we’ll look like fools.”

   “Better,” Seiichi said with a smile that could put any villain’s to shame, “It’d be a miracle. We’d get more press.”

   Souseiki nodded, now looking at her brothers, “You know, I didn’t hate you guys all that much,” she said with a crack in her voice. “You two were okay,” The brunette smiled and waved a hand at the two, “I’ll see you around,” she said taking two large steps back.

   Before either brother could reach out to her, a hand was placed at the nape of their necks. “It was nice meeting you,” Shigaraki muttered to the two as their bodies decayed in a matter of seconds. Their ashes, it seemed like, piled onto the pavement before her eyes. “You’d never kill a person?” Shigaraki asked taking the hand off his face and placing it in his pocket.

   The brunette walked past him and said, “I didn’t kill anyone.”

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[fuckmeethan-blog]

Stardom (Part 1) G.D

“Anyway guys, that's all for this week. Love you all, see you next Friday. Mwah!” Y/N smiled, blowing a kiss and then she waited a few seconds before standing up and she cut the camera. With a sigh of relief, she let a single hand run through her hair that had been made up into tight, bouncy curls to look slightly presentable for her video. She was glad that it was finally done and she could relax for the rest of the day… or at least until night rolled in and she was doomed with the job of editing.

Y/N had been making YouTube videos for the past two years and had just exceeded 500K Subscribers and she was over the moon, despite not being overly popular and hyped up in the community she was more than happy with her ‘little family’ that came back every week to support her and watch all of her new content. She packed away her camera, lights and then folded up her backdrop before falling back, down onto her soft bed. “Ugh, that feels so good!” She let out, not missing the feeling of being sat on an uncomfortable stool for three hours doing a Twitter QnA.

Like usual, after filming a video she took it upon herself to go through social media, looking at a few posts and then she tweeted: ‘This week’s video is filmed my little dumplings, can’t wait for you all to see it. Some tea might be spilled!’ And almost instantly she was getting notifications- something she still thought to this day was crazy, two years ago her twitter was dead and filled with cringe-worthy posts and now she had just over 100K followers and was receiving so many messages:

‘I love you Y/N!’

‘YESSS! So excited queen, you know Fridays are my favorite because of you’

‘Look at this drawing I did of Y/N, please retweet so she can see!’

‘U G H, I stan a queen.’

A few hours had passed and she didn’t even notice, too caught up in liking her fans comments and artwork. Since she was once in their position she knew what it was like, trying so hard to be noticed for something, a like, comment back or a retweet even. That's one thing her ‘Little Dumplings’ loved about her the most, how interactive she was with everyone. She was so absorbed in spamming posts and comments that she didn’t even realize her roommate Kinan was back. “Hey Bitch, wanna go to Chipotle? I’m starving, that whore at work cut my lunch break AGAIN.” He groaned, but there was still a hint of venom in his voice that made Y/N chuckle.

“Alright sure, I’ll come.” Y/N said, jumping up and she slipped into her Off-White sneakers. Kinan’s eyes widened and he shook his head looking her up and down, almost in utter disgust. She raised a single brow at him and then folded her arms over her chest, letting out a deep sigh. “What’s wrong?” She asked, watching as her best friend strutted over to her wardrobe and opened it up.

He flicked through a few items before replying, “I know you’re cute and all but, we live in LA now girl, you can't be going out in…” He paused momentarily, turning to face her and he looked her up and down again with a pout, “That.” causing Y/N to gasp in shock, half sarcastically.

“I’ll have you know Kinan, I just filmed for three hours wearing this outfit!” She resorted, attempting to defend herself as much as possible. Y/N wasn’t overly girly or fashionable. Most of her clothes were either from ASOS or Forever 21 where Kinan worked, meaning she got discount on most things. That and thrift stores, but she had taste and could put an outfit together, they were just never as bougie as Kinan’s Balenciaga’s and Gucci that looked like James Charles had thrown up all over him.

He just tilted his head, still looking through her outfits. “Hmmm… Sounds like a personal problem.” Y/N rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of her bed and slowly scrolled through some of the comments on her recent Instagram post while her friend tore her wardrobe apart looking for the most flashy thing she could possibly imagine wearing to go to Chipotle for a fucking burrito. “Ah, this will do!” He told her, pulling out a pair of mom jeans with a long-sleeved, skintight black shirt with white stripes. “Cute right? I mean, for you.”

“I swear, this attitude needs to stop.” She laughed, taking them from him and she began to get changed. Kinan seemed to disregard her comment, swaying his hips side to side as he left her bedroom and he swung on the doorway before heading to the front door. Once Y/N was ready, she checked herself out in front of the long mirror she had in her bedroom, snapping a quick photo and she posted it to her Instagram story with a dancing burrito gif in the corner. “I’m coming!” She called, scooping up her black Louis Vuitton bag that Kinan had got her for Christmas, it was real too and cost him an arm and a leg.

“Oooo she’s cute.” He smirked, picking up his car keys from the side and they left the apartment together, going down to the parking lot where his wrapped, lime green Mini-Cooper was. Their best mode of transport. “Get in bitch.” He told her as Y/N was walking slightly behind him, her head in her phone but he couldn’t complain, if he wasn’t so hungry he’d be worse than her.

Once the pair of them were in the car, Kinan connected his phone and shuffled his playlist, ‘Bohemian Rapsody - Queen.’ He grinned, looking at Y/N and she looked up from her glowing screen, giving him a similar large grin as the song began and they pulled out into the streets of Los Angles. Y/N began to record Kinan as he drove and sang. “Mama...Just killed a man!” She giggled at his imitation and twisted the camera to face her, miming the words as she was too embarrassed to actually sing. That was the second thing she uploaded to her story…

As Chipotle drew closer the chorus, or at least their favorite part of the song kicked in and the pair of them shamelessly screamed the lyrics at the top of their lungs, starting with Y/N;

“BISMILLAH!”

“NO, WE WILL NOT LET YOU GO!” Kinan screeched, turning to another street.

“LET HIM GO!” Y/N ‘sang’ just as high, and it repeated until the intense instrumental kicked in.

By this point, as they sped down the streets in the luminous Mini they were without a doubt getting looks from each side of the walkway as the music blared, but not quite drowning out their shrieking voices. However, as the large Chipotle sign could be seen at the bottom of the block, the song concluded and the pair of them finished it together in hushed voices, “Anyway the wind...blowsssssss!” Then Kinan pulled into the parking lot and the pair of them hopped out.

“Okay so me and Kinan are going to Chipotle right now, we just had a fun karaoke session in the car, hello James Corden? Sign me up.” Y/N spoke, filming the pair of them as they walked around to the front of the restaurant.

However, mid-filming Kinan’s attention was caught by somebody else walking down the opposite side of the street. “Oh my god! Is that Grayson Dolan?” he gasped causing Y/N’s eyes to dart immediately to the other side of the street and her mouth dropped.

She double tapped the screen, flipping the camera to record the one and only, Grayson Dolan, as Kinan had suspected. He was alone, casually walking down the street in a tight, plain black tee that showed off his slightly tan, muscular arms and he had tight, smart pinstripe bottoms on. His hand was pressed against his cheek, his phone on his ear and he was occupied talking.

Y/N flipped the camera back to them and was still in a state of shock, ever since she started making YouTube videos, and even from before that in the days of Vine she had known the Dolan Twins. She was a huge fan, and apparently so was Kinan as he took it upon himself to giggle and say to the camera, “Oohh Daddy.” causing Y/N to snap out of her trance in a fit of laughter.

The recording ended and she posted it without a caption before looking back up again but it was too late, she could still see him but he was far down the block. “Well bye, bye Dolan…” She whispered quietly and her smile faded momentarily. That was until Kinan snatched her hand and dragged her inside of Chipotle.

“Bitch I know you’re shook because you just saw a Daddy Dolan but like, I’M STILL HUNGRY so get your ass in gear and we can be fangirls later, okay?” He said, causing her large grin to grow back on her lips and she nodded quickly, getting in line.

Once they had their burritos Y/N got back into the car and was about to take a photo when her phone died, “Fucking piece of shit.” She complained, dumping it on her thigh and she unwrapped her burrito, taking a large bite out of it which was followed by a moan, her mouth watering at how good it tasted.

“I bet you’re imagining that burrito is Grayson’s big, hot, spicy dick,” Kina smirked, buckling in beside her as he began to drive, his comment almost made her choke and he began to cackle wickedly, sounding like a witch.

Once she swallowed, Y/N swiped a bit of leftover sauce from around her lips and looked at Kinan with bright red cheeks. “Oh my god, shut up!” She told him and he just grinned, and just as the car almost fell silent, ‘Nicki Minaj - Good Form’ began to play and Kinan’s lips twisted up into an even larger smile.

“Ooooh! This is my song!” He shouted, swaying a little as he drove, causing the car to swerve a little and a car on the other side of the road started honking their horn which caused Y/N to gasp in shock but Kinan just laughed it off. “Hey! Don’t you find it funny that we JUST saw Grayson Dolan and now Nicki Minaj is playing? Like you know… his absolute BAE!”

Y/N shook her head, opening her mouth to correct him over the blaring music in the car. “It’s Ethan that stans Nicki, not Grayson.” She informed, causing Kinan to pull a peculiar yet, amused face as he turned a sharp corner.

“Ohh. So you even know which one likes Nicki, wow you fucking stalker!” He laughed, teasing her.

Getting defensive, Y/N shook her head quickly. “No, I’m not! I just used to like them a few years ago.” She admitted, holding back from telling him that she still tuned in to watch them every Tuesday, without fail. Kinan didn’t seem to buy it anyway, giving her his typical ‘Mhmm’ Face that he always did when he didn’t believe her.

Once they got home Kinan flopped in front of the sofa, turning on the TV and he began to watch Tana Mongeau, Y/N was honestly bewildered by his huge obsession for her but it was Kinan and he did whatever he wanted to. If he didn't like it in the ass, Y/N would have said Tana was perfect for him. “Hey, I’m gonna go to my room and start editing for awhile okay? Shout me if you need anything.” He just nodded, already too absorbed in the video he was watching.

Y/N sighed, slowly clicking her bedroom door shut behind her and she kicked off her sneakers at the door before sliding along her wooden bedroom floor in her odd socks, one of them white with yellow spots and the other was a pink and purple floral design. She picked up her camera from where she had left it earlier, scooped up her cables and plopped them on her bed, sliding her MacBook out from underneath it and she started to wire everything up. “Time to go back to hell!” She exclaimed sarcastically as all the clips began to get imported.

A few hours had passed and Y/N had made some progress, slicing up clips, adding bits of audio and adjusting some tragic moments of bad lighting. After awhile though it became overwhelmingly draining. She barely had any energy left in her body and decided to roll over and take a quick break. Y/N picked up her phone that she had previously put on charge while she was waiting for the videos to import onto her computer and turned it back on.

Instagram was the first thing she checked, seeing that 95K people had seen her story from three hours ago, she laughed watching the clip back of her and Kinan singing before it went to the next part, outside of Chipotle and she had almost completely forgotten about it. Once the camera flipped, showing Grayson she held down on the screen, checking him out- and also regretting not going to say ‘Hi’.

‘Oh well’ She thought, trying to brush it off as if it was nothing, but deep down it still stung that she had missed an opportunity to meet him, one half of the Dolan Twins, who she had adored for years. To take her mind off of it she went through her feed and it didn’t take her long to come across some memes that her fans had posted. It was screenshots of Y/N’s face from her story when she had spotted Grayson. Some of the captions consisted of:

‘Ooof @Y/IG/N is ME’

‘Hahahaha she is SHISHTAR SHOOK’

‘Me if I ever saw the Dolan Twins’

‘Okay, but are we gonna talk about what Kinan said??’

‘OMG @Y/IG/N and @GraysonDolan? Love that’

She chuckled, looking through them all but she didn’t really react or like any of the posts, that was until she came across a funny video edit somebody had made. The editor had zoomed into her shocked face with the meme quote from the movie Inside Out “Do you ever look at someone and wonder what's going on inside their head?” Then it cut to a sexual video edit of Grayson and she burst out laughing until she accidentally liked it.

“Oh shit!” She said, unliking it instantly, or at least once she had noticed but the fan had already screenshotted their notification and posted it with the caption: ‘dssdsafjgkea WHAT?’ which represented exactly how Y/N felt and she facepalmed. “Shit…” She sighed, refreshing the post as it got lots of comments.

She gave up after awhile, laughing it off as it was just a meme and saved all of her editing progress that she had made so far. Y/N decided to call it a night, putting her phone back on charge and she packed her editing equipment away before slipping out of her clothes and put on some shorts and a long tee for bed, throwing her bra away somewhere random in the room before collapsing onto her bed and after that it didn’t take her long to fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

“Y/N!” Was the first thing she heard, she crinkled her face and rolled over, not prepared to wake up but then her shoulders were shaken. “Y/N GET UP!” Kinan was demanding and she didn’t want to contest. Her eyes peeled open slowly and she rubbed them with the back of her hand.

Once the bright light overwhelming her vision had settled down and she adjusted to the light, Y/N sat up, resting her head back against her wall. “Yeah? What’s up?” She asked, raising a brow at Kinan who was overly excited.

“Check. Your. Twitter. NOW!” He said excited, bouncing on her bed. She scrunched her face again, groaning as she reached over for her phone and opened up the twitter app, unsure what to expect. Then, once her feed refreshed and she skimmed over the tweet she almost collapsed.

‘@GraysonDolan: So I finally found @Y/T/N that everyone has been telling me about and I’ve been watching her YouTube videos for about an hour now. Holy shit she’s cool. Subscribed.’

[whockeywhore]

New to the Game 6

I turned my head away from the partners, trying, and failing, to stifle a yawn. Tanner kicked me under the table and I winced, glaring her way as the meeting ended. 

“Dawson, don’t forget- I need a decision from Callahan by Friday.” 

“Yes sir! I’m on it.” 

“I’m on it!” Tanner mimicked, forcing a curt smile as our boss scowled. “Sorry sir.”

He shook off her apology and stole one last glance before slipping out of the conference room, leaving she and I alone among piles of briefings and empty coffee cups. I flipped through a few pages and shook my head, reaching up to stretch.

“Another late night with your husband?” 

“Hmm, shut up Tanner.” 

“I’m just curious! You’ve fallen asleep on the phone with him now, what? Three times? I think it’s cute.” 

There was a giddiness in her voice and I rolled my eyes, taking my pile of work and ditching her for my office. She followed me with a skip and caught the door with her foot, slipping in before I had a chance to keep her out. I took a seat behind my desk and watched her flop onto the sofa. As much as I tried to focus, I couldn’t help but stare as she twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. 

“What?” 

Her cheeks puffed out with a heavy sigh as she rolled onto her back, a wild grin on her face. “Oh nothing, just thinking about how dreamy my new guy is.” 

“Tanner-” 

“He’s so cute and funny, and hot. Have I mentioned that he’s hot?” 

“I never said that.” 

“Well why not? I saw the same man that you did, right? I mean, come on Stella, he’s a babe.” She slapped the cushion under her twice and turned her head to look at me, staring until she saw a smile on my face. “I knew it! I fucking knew it- you like him!” 

“I do not.” 

“You do, you so like him! Stella likes her husband! Stella likes her husband!” 

I jumped up and ran to her, clamping a hand over her mouth and watching the door. Nobody else in the office knew about my drunken indiscretion in Vegas and I was hoping to keep it that way until it was taken care of. She lapped at my palm a few times but I held firm, waiting for her hands to raise in surrender before relenting. 

“You can’t tell anyone. I mean it.” 

She nodded and I let her go, watching her settle a bit as I took the spot next to her. We sat quietly for a few minutes before I groaned, collapsing into her side. 

“But he’s so fucking gorgeous!”

“I knew it!” She clapped her hands together and cackled like a witch, bouncing a few times until I joined in. “I’m so happy for you, Stel! I mean, look at the odds. Most of the people who get drunk and married in Vegas end up with fuggos and grandpas. You snagged a fucking babe!” 

I opened my mouth to argue but came up too short, giving myself a few minutes to enjoy my victory. It was short lived when my rational side reared it’s ugly head, the harsh reminder that this had to come to an end soon hitting me hard. 

“It’s... I don’t want to talk about this. I have a lot of work to do.” 

“Yeah, yeah... alright. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” 

I could see her curiosity pique and I forced a smile, nodding as I took my place behind my desk again. 

“Thanks, Tanner.” 

“Yeah, no problem.” 

She stared at me for a moment before turning away, shutting the door behind her and leaving me alone in my office. I took a second to breathe before pulling a compact out of my purse, angling it so I was looking into my own eyes. 

“What are you doing, Stella? You went to Columbia. You graduated a year early. You don’t do shit like this.”

I blinked a few times and groaned, closing the mirror and setting my head on top of my closed laptop. I could no longer deny the epic crush I’d developed over the past few days, overwhelmed with infatuation and an odd attachment that had grown too quick. He seemed to have a hook in me and I’d started looking forward to our phone calls; listening to his deep voice and the soft breathing on his end, explaining all the stupid legal jargon and office politics I had to deal with, laughing when he offered ridiculous solutions and falling asleep before either one of us could end the call. 

It had snowballed like I couldn’t believe and I needed to remind myself that it was far from real. I snatched a sticky note and a marker from my top drawer, scrawling it’s bullshit on it and slapping it onto the picture frame in front of me. It covered most of the photo and I couldn’t ignore the bright yellow paper so I felt a bit better as I started in on my work. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket and I hesitated to unlock it, scoffing at my paranoia as I did. It was a text from Lisa in the group chat, a snap of our dresses for the wedding, and I winced, chuckling as Van shot back with the shit emoji. I was halfway through my response when I got a video call from James.  

The post-it called me from the frame but I answered anyway, fighting a smile as he popped up on my screen. 

“Hey! You got a minute?” 

“Um, sure. What’s up?” 

“Nothing, I just... hang on. Hang on.” His phone shook as he tapped the screen, the camera flipping to a gorgeous sunset. I could see for miles, swirls of red and orange around bright white clouds, and I smiled. “You like it?” 

“I do, yeah. What- did you call me to show me the sun?” 

He turned the camera back to him and grinned, nodding happily. “We’re heading out to dinner but, I dunno, I thought you’d like it.” 

“I do. Thank you, very much. I think I needed that.” 

I watched his brow furrow for a second before he pulled the phone closer. “Everything alright?” 

“It’s just been a long day.” 

“Isn’t it like, two thirty over there?” I rolled my eyes and he laughed. “Ending any time soon?” 

“Doesn’t look like it.” I swiveled my chair so the pile of paperwork was visible in the background and pointed to it, shaking my head slowly. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“Nah, the sunset made my day.” 

“Good.” 

We shared a moment of silence and I cleared my throat, enjoying the view. “Where are you guys?” 

“Washington.” 

“City or state?” 

“City. You want any souvenirs?” 

I thought for a moment before raising an eyebrow. “You know those giant stuffed animals you can win at carnivals? I want one of those.” 

“Stella- really?” 

I shot him a wink and ended the call before he could make me smile again, catching the post-it as I spun around. It seemed to mock me and I tried to ignore it, failing after a long minute. I reached out and snatched it from the frame, crumpling it and tossing it into the trash can with a satisfied nod. 

[artificialqueens]

Your life is gonna change me (Biadore) Chapter 11 - AbbiNeedless

It’s a baby shower, bitch.

One of the things Valentina liked the most of living with her aunts was that they would give her privacy, she knew that if she closed the door they wouldn’t open it before knocking or asking for her permission.

She opened the window and sat on the edge, one leg under the other and pulled out a cigarette of the package she always had hidden on her desk, she lit it up and took a long drag of it, she felt the tobacco filling her lungs and slowly blew the smoke out, she really needed that cigarette.

Seeing her grandmother after 4 years acting like nothing had happened got into her nerves, it was not fair, she was not supposed to be here, every time she was around she would screw something and for Valentina this was not the exception.

She heard a knock on the door.

“Val? Can I come in?” It was Bianca’s voice. “Yeah, it’s open.” She threw the cigarette through the window and put the package on her pocket, Bianca walked through the door and sat on the chair next to her on the window. “How’s Adore?” “Good, she is sleeping.” “And what about the abuelo?” “He is good, Dede and Sammy are sleeping with him tonight, they changed us!” Valentina smiled at her aunt’s annoyance, Bianca pinched her chin. “What’s on your mind, kiddo?” “Grandma, I wasn’t expecting to see her again.” “Me neither.” She took off her glasses and out them on her desk. “Tia, I have to tell you something.” “Go ahead.” “I knew that… She was coming” “What? How did you know?” “Nina told me, the night we were watching the wedding video she came to tell me that granny called to book a room at the hotel she is working and that she was coming in a few days.” “And why you didn’t tell me?” “I’m not sure, it was like… In my head was like if I didn’t say it out loud it wouldn’t be true and… I don’t know, I just didn’t want to face that I was probably going to see her again.” She looked away from her aunt, she knew how she would look like; she would look disappointed and that was something that she hated, seeing her aunt disappointed by her. “Val, look at me, please.” “…” “Val, come on.” She took her hands, Valentina looked at her, she didn’t look disappointed at all, what she saw on her aunt’s face was a deep sadness. “In some twisted way I knew she would come soon or later.” “What do you mean?” “I knew my parents for 18 years and I know that where dad goes mom goes, it was just about time for her to show up here.” “Did you want her to come?” “I did.” She passed her hand on her niece’s hair. “I’m not going to lie to you, I wanted her to come here to see the amazing woman you became, I wanted her to validate my work, I wanted her to see my house, to meet Adore and the kids and I wanted her to be proud of me, of us, but sadly those are just the things that I want not the ones that I will get.” She sighed. “I wished I hadn’t written that letter, we could have avoided all of this shit.” “Don’t say that! If you hadn’t written that letter we wouldn’t had shared these amazing days with the abuelo, it’s been a lot of fun hanging out with him on the beach, walking Dede and Sammy with him and even just watching TV with him has been fun and all of that was because you wrote that letter.” “You think it was for the best?” “I do, I completely do.” “Oh, come here.” She got up and wrapped her arms around Valentina, she petted her back and kissed her chin. “Now let’s go to bed, we have a busy weekend ahead.” “Yeah, we do.” “You have everything for New York?” “I do, I just need to finish packing, I’ll do it on Sunday.” “Ok, I hope you don’t forget anything “I won’t.” “Have a goodnight.” “You too.”

Bianca walked out of the room and turned off the light, before she closed the door she looked at her again.

“Val, you better stop fucking smoking or I will kick you in the tit, do you understand?” “I do.” “Good.”

After Bianca closed the door Valentina sat on the table and lit up another cigarette, she smoked her cigarette and looked down to the patio, Dede and Sammy were chasing each other and licking their little faces.

“That’s what happiness looks like.”

She finished her cigarette and got under her covers, tomorrow was gonna be a long day.

—-

“Do you like the serpentine here, Dorey?” “It looks great, Bea.” Adore said. “Now I want to put these balloons there, right next the TV and the stroller made of watermelon in the coffee table so everyone can eat.” “Got it.” Dante said. “Val, can you put the snacks in the table over there?” “Sure.” “Ok, Dorey, what do you think?” Bianca asked her. Their living room was full decorated, the baby theme had taken over their house and Adore loved it, she was sure her baby shower was gonna be great. “I like it.” “Thank God.” Bianca put her hands up and got down of the chair where she was standing. “Come on, Dorey, let me help you getting ready.”

Adore took her hand and went together to their room, she looked at the outfit Bianca had picked for her laying on the bed, it was a pink dress with a little brown belt that made her belly look even bigger, Bianca always joked about how she could see her belly first around the corner and then Adore.

“This dress is pretty.” “It’ll look prettier when you’re wearing it.” Bianca helped her to take off her clothes and put them on the basket. “You think?” “Yes, I do.” Bianca took a dress for her from the closet, it was short and black with long sleeves. “Oh hell to the no.” Adore took the dress from her hands. “You’re not wearing black in my baby shower.” “Why not? Black is always a good choice.” “Not today, Bianca.” She took a pair of skinny jeans and a peach blouse. “Yeah, you’ll look great on those.” “I haven’t worn that blouse in months.” “Then it’s a good opportunity for you to wear it again.” She took a pair of brown platforms and gave them to her. “I feel like fucking Clinton Kelly.” “Remember when Trixie signed Katya for his show?” “And it didn’t work at all, she is still wearing those weird dresses and shit, Ern says that Katya wore the raccoon hat to Aria’s birthday.” “No fucking way, she wore that shit to the party?” “Yup.” “And Aria didn’t get scared?” “No, Ern says that she even wore it.” Adore looked through her messages with her brother until she found what she was looking for. “Look.”

Bianca took the phone from her wife’s hand and saw the picture of her little niece wearing the hat and smiling, Katya was by her side laughing, the next picture was the little girl hugging the hat.

“She is going to be weird and Kat is gonna love that.” Bianca gave Adore her phone back. “It’s gonna be a lot fun, I can already see Katya wearing the raccoon and Aria wearing the hands earrings.” “… What a scary picture.” “Not scary, it’s gonna be punk!” Adore walked to her. “Babe, can you help me with the zipper?” “Sure.”

Before she close the zipper she kissed the freckles that covered her wife’s back, she knew Adore loved to be kissed on her freckles, after another brief kiss she close the zipper.

Adore turned to her and wrapped her arms around her neck.

“What did I do to be blessed with the best of wives and women?” Adore asked her and gave her a peck. “That’s what I was gonna ask you.”

Bianca kissed the top of her nose and Adore helped to button her blouse, Bianca put on the platforms while Adore put on a pair of flats, this was a funny moment because most of the times Adore was taller but this time they looked the same height.

They heard the door’s bell and some of their friends’ voices. “

Come on, baby, let’s join the party.”

They went to the living room and found Trixie and Katya were already there with Alyssa and Laganja as well.

“Oh my God, look at your belly!” Trixie said and hugged her. “It’s enormous!” “It’s called having twins.” “Wow, we haven’t see you in a month and these two grew a lot, mama.” Alyssa said and hugged her. “You know these two are getting really big in there.” “Yes they are!” Laganja smiled and hugged her.

All of them sat on the sofas as the people were arriving, Raja and Raven were next and were followed by Jinkx and Chris.

“Look at you, bitch!” Chris said and sat next to her, he put his head on her belly and talked to the babies. “Hi, guys, this is Uncle Chris, I can’t wait to meet you and be your favorite uncle!” “Excuse me?” Valentina asked him. “No, no, no, I don’t think so.” “We’ll see.” He kissed her belly. “I see you’re a little bit excited.” Adore hugged him. “A little? Bitch, I’m excited as fuck! I already bought them some clothes and… Wait, I’m not gonna spoil you their gifts.” “Not even a hint?” Adore said with a puppy face. “Nah, bitch, that look does not work on me, I’m not Bianca.” “Rude.” Adore looked at Jinkx and hugged her. “How are you, Jinkxy?” “Happy I finally got to see you again, pregnancy does a body good!” “Come on, I have stretch marks and my feet look like tamales.” “But you look good with your belly, motherhood suits you.” “That sounded like something Alaska would say.” “She did, yesterday.” “You talked to her yesterday?” “Yup.” “What did she tell you? Is she coming?” “No, she has a lot of work to do.” “Oh…” “Hey, Dorey, don’t be sad! I already told her the babies’ due date and she said she is coming that day to meet them.” “I hope so.” “I have a good feeling about that, I know she is coming.” “Swamp witch!” Trixie said with her high pitched voice, Katya started to cackle by her side. “Goddamn it, Trixie, I’m gonna kick your ass!”

An excited scream came from the door, her mom was entering the room with the rest of the family behind her, Courtney and Willam came in as well with the little Victoria on Willam’s arms.

“Look at that big belly!” Will said. “You can eat a lot of burgers if you have a big belly.” Victoria pointed out, she seemed very proud of her statement and Courtney nodded messing her red hair. “Tia!” Aria said, she was walking with her mom’s help and was wearing a little blue dress that Bianca had sewn for her. “Look at you Aria, you look so pretty!” Aria extended her little arms to her and Adore took her without a shadow of a doubt. “You look so cute and adorable!” “Bebés?” Aria asked her and put her little hands on her belly. “Yes, bebés, your cousins.” “Bebés!” “Aria is excited as you, sister.” Ernie said and walked to the kitchen with his wife. “I’m sure she is.” She sat her niece on the sofa arm, she heard the door opening again and saw two of her students coming into the house. “Ayo sis!” Aja said. “So this is how miss Adore’s house looks like.” Farrah said. “Oh my God, a baby!” She walked to where she was sitting with Aria and knelled next to her. “Hi, baby!” “Pink?” Aria said excited. “Yeah, pink!” Aria took a lack of Farrah’s hair. “I have pink hair!” “How are you, miss Adore?” Aja passed over her girlfriend’s legs and hugged her professor. “Good, how about you? How are your classes?” “Well, it’s been only a few weeks but I think we’re doing good, we’re used to Visage’s classes by now.” “Speak for yourself.” Farrah said and kept playing with Aria. “Well, well.” Bianca clapped her hands catching everyone’s attention. “Now that all of us are here let’s start this sh-“ She saw the disapproval look on Courtney’s eyes. “Gig?” Somewhere in the house she heard a tongue pop. “Ok, who wants to eat?”

The guests started to take the fruit from the plates around the coffee table and talked about how was going to be their lives when their kids arrived.

“One of the things that I’m really excited to see is Bianca carrying her children around the fashion week next year.” Raven said. “Raja used to take Phoenix with her and you could see her sitting on the first row with Phoenix on her arms.” “Yes, I did, it was hard, though.” “But a lot of fun, no?” “Yeah, it was fun.” “What I want to see is these two choosing their babies’ clothes.” Trixie said. “I’m super sure that Adore already has some little band t-shirts and onesies for them and Bianca has dresses and shirts she has sewn herself, one day we’ll see the little Willow with a Ramones t-shirt and a pink tutu.” “And Ethan with a suit and a Misfits t-shirt.” Katya added, she looked at the couple who looked excited. “Wait, are you really dressing them like that?” “Miss Katya, that is actually a great idea!” Aja said. “I can already see them dressed like that.” “That would be like the perfect mix of your styles!” Farrah said. “They’re not wrong.” “Nope, not at all.” “Hey, we’re all here talking about how they’re gonna dress their babies but we haven’t asked something as important as these kids.” Alyssa looked at Bianca. “Bitch, introduce us to your papa!” “Hmm… Dad, friends, friends, dad.” “Hi!” All of them said, Alyssa shook his hand. “Hello, girls, my name is Dante del Rio.” “Papa del Rio, right?” Laganja asked him. “Yes, Papa del Rio.” He shook everyone’s hand. “I have to say I’m glad I could meet my daughter’s friends before going back to Louisiana.” “When are you leaving?” Courtney asked him. “Tomorrow morning.” “That’s a shame!” “Yeah but in the weeks I’ve been here I had a good time, I don’t have any regrets and it’s not like a forever goodbye, I’ll be back when my grandchildren are born.” “So we get to see you again in like a month and a half?” Alyssa asked him. “Yeah, you do.” “Hey, Dante!” Ernie yelled from the patio. “We can use another hand in here with the grill!”

Her dad patted her back and joined Adore’s brothers on the patio.

They had a good time full of games and stupid pictures, Will took one of Bianca with a pacifier on her mouth and she promised to put that as the profile picture of their group chat.

Valentina was having fun but she missed her best friend presence, she went to the bathroom and sent her a text.

Val: Vi, are you coming to the BS? Val: … Val: Vi? Val: Vi, you there? Vi: Hey, Val! Sorry I’m late, Matt took me to buy some things for the flight to NY and time went flying Vi: I can still come over if u want

Matt, she was with Matt.

Val: Nah, don’t worry Vi: You sure? I can tell him to take me there Val: No, I’m serious, enjoy your shopping Val: see you on Sunday Vi: see you, bitch! <3

“Fucking Matt…” She whispered, she looked to her reflection on the mirror and put into a smile, she was not going to let them see her sad.

She joined the party again, Adore saw her coming back from the bathroom.

“Come here, Val!” She patted the empty space by her side. “We’re going to open the presents, wanna see?” “I do.” “Ok.” She took a green box. “Whose is this one?” “Ours.” Will said. “Oh shit… This is gonna be stupid, who chose it?” “Mama Will and me!” Vicky joined them and sat on Valentina’s lap. “We bought them on the internet!” “Oh man…” She unwrapped the present and couldn’t help to burst into laughter. “What is it?” Katya asked her. “Onesies, but… Holy crap, look at them.” She took one the onesies from the box and showed them to them, they had a full pattern of pizzas from neck to toe. “Bea, when they’re born I want those to be their first clothes.” “Hahaha! Not gonna happen.” “Did you like them?” Will asked her. “I loved them!” “I told you she was gonna love them! Give me five, Vicky!”

Adore kept opening the presents, Aja and Farrrah gave her a lot of bibs with ‘Mommy’s boy’ and ‘Mommy’s girl’ on them, Raja and Raven’s gift was an electric breast pump and package full of baby bottles.

“Sometimes your boobs will hurt after so much breast feeding, those will work.” “Thank you, Raven.”

Chris’ was next, it was an enormous box, he seemed really excited when Adore started to unwrap it.

“If there is a freaking spider here I’m gonna tell Bea to whip your ass.” “There are not spiders in there!” “I gotta make sure.”

She opened the box, there was a lot of confetti and under it she found a lot of baby clothing in all sizes and colors but two onesies caught her attention, she could read on them ‘This is what cute twins look like’ with thumbs pointing up.

“Those are cute!” “But not as cute as the ones I gave her!” Willam yelled and Courtney pinched her leg. “Come on, keep looking.”

The next gifts she pulled out of the box were two teddy bears, each with a t-shirt with the children’s name on them and the last gift was in a gift bag, Adore opened it and those were two shirts that said ‘I’m a twins mom, what’s your superpower?’

“Those are so cute!” Adore passed one to Bianca. “Thank you, Chris!” “You’re welcome, Dorey.” He squeezed her on his arms. “Consider all of this as well as a birthday gift from me to you.” “Ok, ok, now it’s time for abuela’s gift.” Bonnie said and opened the door. “But my gift is on my truck.” “Why is still on the truck?” Valentina asked her. “Because is heavy. Chris, could you give me a hand?”

After a minute Chris showed up again carrying a big box wrapped in blue paper.

“This, young ladies, is how you give a present.” Bonnie said. “Come on, Dorey, open the box.”

She took the first layer of paper. “Mom, is this… Wow.” “What is it, mama?” “It’s a twins’ stroller!” She finished unwrapping it and showed it to her friends. “Look at this shit, its amazing!” “Mama, Adore said a bad word.” She heard Victoria whispering to Courtney, she just shushed her daughter. “Mom, this is amazing, thank you!” “You’re welcome, baby!”

—-

Bianca closed the door after Katya and Trixie left, they had helped her to clean the house and now the only thing left was the decoration. Her dad had helped her to put all of the gifts on her children’s nursery.

She sat on the rocking chair after putting the last piece of clothing on her children’s closet and looked at the nursery, it was ready for them.

The walls were painted in a bone color and had shelves full of toys, the cribs had the blankets Bonnie had knitted for them and the teddy bears Chris had given them. Looking at the nursery she was sure the fear of becoming a mother was gone, the thing she wanted the most was to meet their babies, she just needed to wait two more months.

Bianca went to her room and saw Adore was still up, she had Bianca’s suitcase open on the bed and was packing some of her dresses.

“Hey, you.” “Hey, baby.” “What are you doing?” “Helping you packing, you’ve been helping me for seven months and a half with my pregnancy, is the least I can do.” She closed the suitcase. “What were you doing?” “Putting their clothes on the closet, everything it’s no its place now.” She took the suitcase and put it on the floor. “Baby.” Adore hugged her waist. “How do you feel?” “About what?” “About your dad leaving tomorrow.”

Bianca sighed, she sat on the bed with Adore by her side.

“I don’t like it, I’d love to spent more time with him but he has to go back home.” “This sucks, I like your dad.” “Me too.” She took her wife’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “Do you want to come with me to airport?” “I do, I don’t want you to be alone at that moment.” “Thank you.” She leaned forwards and kissed her wife, she put her hand on her jaw as she deepened the kiss but Adore parted with a gasp. “Hey, are you ok?” “Yeah, it’s just colic.” “You sure?” “I’m sure, let’s go to bed, baby.”

Adore got in the bed and laid on the several pillows she needed to sleep, Bianca joined her and turned off her vanity’s lamp. “Goodnight, Dorey.” “Goodnight, Bea.”

—-

They got out of the car and walked to the airport gates in silence, Bianca with Adore’s hand on hers and Valentina hugging her grandfather, they sat on the benches and waited for his flight to be called.

“I have to say that these weeks I spent with you were a lot of fun.” Dante said. “I haven’t had this much fun in years.” “I love spending time with you.” Bianca took his hands. “It was amazing from you to come all the way here to meet my wife and to see how Valentina has grown up.” “She is not the only one that had grown up.” He squeezed her hand. “Bianca, you grew up to be this amazing and powerful woman and I’m proud of you, I’m sure you’re going to be a better parent than me and your mom.” “Thank you, dad.”

They heard his flight was ready to be boarded, he looked at Adore and took her hand

“Adore, I need to ask you a last favor.” “Yes?” “Take care of my girls, love them and help them, I know they will do the same for you.” “I will.” She gave him a last hug. “We’ll see you in November.” “I’ll see you in November.” He took his suitcase and walked away, Bianca kept her eyes on him until he disappeared on the sea of people, her dad was going back to Louisiana. “I’m going to miss him a lot.” “I know, Val, I’m going to miss him too.” She wrapped an arm around her niece’s shoulder, Adore hug her and kissed her temple. “We’re all going to miss him.”

They got in their car and drove back home.

[shazyloren]

Lustful Affair: Chapter 6 - Belle Babberton

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13083426/chapters/30096576

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The week sped by for Rey.

Professor Organa's lecture were actually really interesting, once she got past remembering seeing him with no clothes on.

Then the only thing she struggled with was deleting his number.

She knew it was ill advised that she still had it.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it, so she hadn't yet.

Friday came around and as a seminar was the last thing they had that week before Finn's house party later that night, Rey was itching to get it over with.

Rose and Rey had spent majority of their time in the library researching different subject areas.

They'd already pulled one all nighter there, it was easier than the noisy dorm study lounge.

Thank you coffee.

One late study session had brought about an irate response in Rey, when she heard other girls from the science labs talk about the good looks of Professor Organa.

She'd seen red and it took three chocolate bars for her to calm down.

Both she and Rose had paired up in their final seminar of the week with a girl called Belle Babberton. Or BB as she prefered to be called.

She was a five foot on the dot white girl with the most orange hair anyone had ever seen.

They were to give a presentation on engineering feats of the past ten years and explain the science behind it all.

They'd invited her to the Library on Sunday which was where they were going to start it.

She'd happily agreed to join.

So now, as the seminar finished, they walked out and began to pile out of the building.

"So are you coming to the party tonight?" BB asked.

"You mean Finn's?" Rey laughed.

"Of course"

"Well considering Finn is my boyfriend it'd be a bit rude If I didn't show up" Rose smirked.

"No way!" BB exclaimed. "You're dating the FINN STORM?"

"The very one" Rose bragged.

"Him and his male friend Poe are so fine" BB sighed as if day dreaming.

"Don't go near Poe, he's all types of crazy" Rey cackled. "He ate a whole watermelon in like 4 minutes yesterday in the cafeteria"

"That sounds impressive" BB was a fun character. She had bundles of energy, which was the only downside.

Today of all days, Rey was too grumpy for it.

She'd seen the so called 'English Professor', whose name she did not know, flirting with Professor Organa and she'd had a flare of jealousy within her.

Rey, it's over.

She kept telling herself she was over him.

But she'd see him again and be reminded of everything they'd shared together.

But she couldn't think of that now, she had a party to get ready for.

So they invited BB to come back to their dorm and to get ready with them there, and she accepted.

When they reached the dorm, the boys in the room across the hall were having an argument over a girl for the third time that week.

"Ignore them, they'll both probably be spit-roasting her tomorrow" Rose explained.

"Rose that's disgusting" Rey gagged.

"Why?" Rose asked. "It's true"

They entered the dorm room and immediately began looking for clothes to wear. Rey chose high waisted ripped jeans with stillettos and a burgandy crop top. She felt good, she felt confident. Which was worrying because this happened last sunday and look what happened.

Unadvised sex with her Professor.

It was a few hours before they were ready, drinks had already flowed.

Wine in particular, lots of it.

Finn had said he'd pick them up and so when Rey looked out of the window, she could indeed see him.

They clambered down the stairs and made to the exit.

"Finnie" Rose gushed. Rey made a pretend sick face.

"Girls, what's good-" Finn stopped in his tracks. "I don't believe we've met?"

"Finn, this is BB" Rose introduced her.

"Great, introductions made can we get in the car I'm freezing my knickers off" Rey shivered. They all rolled their eyes.

They climbed in and began the short drive to Finn's fraternity house.

It was quiet on route. Even Rose didn't say much to Finn.

But when they arrived on Finn's street the laughing began.

"I believe you weren't lying, Rose" Rey nodded impressed. "Invite 20, 200 show up"

"Jesus Finn... Is Poe jumping off of the Garage?" They looked out the window as Finn pulled into the drive.

Indeed, there was Poe laying on the grass after having jumped off of the Garage, laughing his head off.

Rey and the others jumped out of the car.

"Hello, idiots" Rey introduced herself. Already tipsy as the wine they'd been drinking began to settle in.

"Hell-o, Rey" Poe smirked. He looked up at her from the ground. "Such a good view from down here"

"Yes, the under chin really is an attractive angle" Rey exclaimed sarcastically.

She hauled him up.

He led them all inside, BB squealing with excitement.

The Fraternity house was already alive and kicking, things being broken, people making out. The usual.

"Wow, this is... intense" BB breathlessly puffed. "It's freaking awesome!"

"Poe?" Rose walked over to him and his friends and asked where the drinks were. "You're an ass!"

"You love me Rose" He shrugs.

"I do not, I'm not Finn's annoying scrappy dog he likes to keep on a leash!" She kicked him in the shin.

"Hey watch it, I gotta play football tomorrow!"

Rey rolled her eyes and walked off toward the other rooms, finding the drinks on route. She picked up something that suspiciously was luminous and shrugged.

No harming in trying this.

She was wrong, it was very harmful.

"Jesus fuck!" She screeched as she coughed and spluttered.

"Rey, what's the noise abou- Ooh, that looks interesting!" BB had come over and dove straight for the luminous stuff.

"BB DON'T!" Rey was too late.

"Oh this is some strong stuff" BB blinked as her eyes rolled in different directions. "WOW, THAT'S SOME SHIT RIGHT THERE!"

Great, she's already drunk.

Rey knew she'd had too much wine, especially when she'd admitted to never drinking before.

Rey knew she was feeling the effects of whatever was in that drink, but not that badly.

Although, she was swaying a little...

Time went on and before Rey knew it she'd been dancing and chatting at the party for two hours.

Poe had tried to chat her up twice and both times she'd said she wasn't drunk enough.

But the more she sipped on beer, the more she contemplated taking him up on his offer.

He was handsome...

Her hand went to her phone in her bag and saw a message...

It was from him...

I don't know if I should delete your number

Have you deleted mine?

Rey giggled like she was twelve and typed back.

Who dis?

Rey laughed at how funny she was being. Pow came over to her at that point.

She didn't get a message straight away, but when she did, it was when Poe came over.

"Poe my main man!" Rey snorted. He looked startled.

"Rey, just letting you know Rose is off, she's already thrown up and Finn's sending her back in a taxi" He said slightly swaying on his feet.

Rey nodded.

"Poe, take a selfie with me!" She laughed. He laughed too but he didn't know at what.

She pulled up the front facing camera and pressed the button.

Nothing happened.

"Have you taken it yet?" Poe slurred.

"I thought I- Oh, I pressed video mode!" Rey cackled louder than a witch trying to frighten children.

Poe joined in and suddenly it was infectious.

They were giving out gut-busting laughs.

"Hey Poe" Rey giggled.

"Yeah?" He said cautiously.

Rey attacked him with her mouth, ferocious in her kissing.

It wasn't as good as remembering Kylo's lips on hers, but it was still better than anything in Jakku.

She still went in with her mouth, her hand still up and recording the moment.

Suddenly, they broke apart.

And started laughing again.

"Great snog, Rey" Poe chuckled.

Rey nodded in agreement, finishing the video and pressing save on her phone.

"Rey...." She heard a moan behind her and turned around.

BB was lying on the floor looking sad.

"Oh jesus" Rey wobbled where she stood. "You need to go home"

"I know..." She said miserably.

Rey didn't know what to do, but thankfully, Poe did.

"NINEY!" He shouted.

A big guy, probably Six foot six, came over to where they were stood. He had raven black hair and silver eyes, something Rey had never seen. He almost looked like some sort of Angel of Death.

BB tried to stand up as this man looked at her.

Her eyes went wide.

Rey rolled her eyes. The guy, also known as 'Niney', picked BB up off of the floor and helped her out of the house.

Rey was alone then, Rose and BB had left.

"Now, where were we?" Poe smirked.

So this was his plan all along, Rey thought. Get everyone to leave so he could seduce me.

Rey thought on it.

Ahh fuck it, why not.

[musicprincess655]

“Is that the last of it?”

Kazuya looked up to see Kuramochi standing in the door of Sawamura’s room, surveying everything they’d brought.

“It should be,” Kazuya said.

“Should I be concerned that every worldly possession you have could be carried over in one trip?”

Kazuya shrugged. It wasn’t like he needed a lot, and he didn’t own any furniture. He’d stuck Kuramochi with carrying the duffel bag full of his books and other heavy stuff because if he could get away with not carrying the heavy bag for a few blocks, he’d definitely go for that. Between the two of them, they’d managed to carry the three bags in one trip.

“Settling in okay?” Sawamura asked. He’d been hovering strangely, like he was trying to be a good host for company except Kazuya and Kuramochi didn’t exactly count as company.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Kazuya said, sitting down on the bed. So far, the only unpacking he’d done was to get his own sheets out and put them on Sawamura’s bed. There was no real point in getting anything else out when he’d just be moving it over to the next room when Sawamura came back from visiting his family anyway. “I don’t have to worry about you having done dirty things on this bed, do I?”

“What, like you never did that kind of thing in your own bed?” Sawamura asked, because Sawamura was weirdly shameless about some things.

“Sawamura!”

“What?”

“You’re not supposed to be shameless about it,” Kazuya said. “Get embarrassed properly, will you?”

“If you two are done talking about your dicks,” Kuramochi said. “Sawamura, isn’t there a convenience store down the street?”

“Yeah?”

“Go get me a sports drink.”

“What? Why would I do that?”

“Senpai privilege,” Kuramochi said. “I just carried Miyuki’s heavy ass books four blocks. You haven’t done shit.”

Sawamura went, but not without a grumble. Kazuya took the opportunity to snoop around Sawamura’s room, as if he wouldn’t have three weeks to do this at his leisure. Sawamura would be going back to Nagano for part of their long spring vacation, and he would be back after Masuko graduated and moved out, making sure that there would never be three of them trying to fit in the small two bedroom apartment. It would involve a little shuffling, but it would work out.

“He sure likes shoujo manga,” Kazuya muttered mostly to himself, inspecting Sawamura’s bookshelf. Kuramochi snickered, helping himself to Sawamura’s desk chair.

Kazuya looked over the plants Sawamura had growing on his windowsill with approval. Of course a country farm boy and nature witch would have a green thumb. There were more of these plants out in the shared space and on the tiny balcony. It gave the entire apartment a bit of a green cast, but it was peaceful. The lack of chaos magic hanging around was just a bonus.

Kazuya had always preferred people with neutral alignments, especially as pairs. They were the easiest to control and use, both in battles and in life. While living with Kuramochi had been easy otherwise, there was always a bit of chaos in the air, no matter how much Kuramochi kept it out of the apartment. For that reason alone, Sawamura would be easy enough to live with, even if he was a bit of a human disaster.

“Are you going to be okay alone with Ryou?” Kazuya asked. Kuramochi stopped spinning the desk chair around.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Now that we’re good on rent money, it should be fine. I just wish we had enough to expand the grocery budget. I’m getting so sick of eating chicken for every meal. Even omurice is getting old.”

“Never thought I’d hear that from you,” Kazuya laughed. “And you two will be fine? Living together, I mean?”

“Of course,” Kuramochi said. “We made it through the end of the semester, didn’t we? Everything from here on out is the easy part.”

“That reminds me, how did that project for Ochiai end up?” Kazuya asked. Kuramochi grinned.

“Ryou-san was actually a lot more helpful than he thought he could be,” he said. “Between him and what I could find in the library, I had a really interesting project. He really came through for me.”

Something in Kuramochi’s expression, something soft, gave Kazuya pause.

“You two seem to be getting along well,” he said carefully.

“It’s been nice,” Kuramochi agreed easily, going back to spinning his chair around.

“Please tell me you aren’t fucking the demon,” Kazuya said, because he wasn’t really in the mood to root around for answers. Kuramochi didn’t even slow his spinning.

“Technically, the demon is fucking me.”

“Gross.”

“You asked.”

Kazuya let him spin in silence for another minute. As much as he wanted to laugh about Kuramochi managing to get himself into feelings for a demon, he knew he’d be the one picking up the pieces when Kuramochi got his heart broken. And he was in no mood to see his best friend in pain.

“You know he’s going to leave, right?” Kazuya said. That got Kuramochi to stop spinning.

“He’s staying until Haruichi finishes his contract with Furuya,” he said.

“Which they’ve both said could end at literally any time,” Kazuya pointed out. “And he’s basically admitted he’s leaving. He’s not…you’re getting tangled up in something that’s not going to last.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Kuramochi asked. “You think I don’t know it would be a lot easier if I didn’t feel a thing for him? It’s not like I planned for this to happen.”

“Then why are you…?”

“Because he’s worth caring about,” Kuramochi sighed.

“He’s not worth breaking your own heart,” Kazuya said softly. “You deserve better than that.”

“I wish it wasn’t like this,” Kuramochi admitted. “I wish…well, I don’t wish he wasn’t a demon. It’s who he is, and I don’t want him to be anything but himself. But I wish that didn’t mean he has to leave.”

There was nothing Kazuya could say to that. He didn’t have any magic words to make this all better. It sucked, because he was going to have to watch Kuramochi lose someone he cared about, and he was helpless to stop it.

The door banging open made them both jump.

“I’m back!” Sawamura called. Leave it to Sawamura to break up a low mood.

“You better have that sports drink,” Kuramochi called, with just a little too much edge to be genuine, not that Sawamura would notice. He was too busy complaining about the wrestling hold Kuramochi had him in, anyway.

“Here, it’s right here!” Sawamura choked out, holding up a convenience store bag with shaking arms. Kuramochi pounced, letting Sawamura go.

“Thanks for this,” Kuramochi said, opening the drink and taking a long swig. Sawamura came to stand in front of Kazuya, holding another sports drink.

“For me?” Kazuya asked coyly, but he was flattered.

“You just would’ve complained if I hadn’t gotten you one,” Sawamura grumbled. Kazuya laughed, taking the offered drink. Who was he to turn down free stuff?

“Were you two snooping around in my room?” Sawamura squawked, as if he’d just realized the error of leaving Kazuya and Kuramochi alone in the apartment.

“Yes, your collection of shoujo manga was truly riveting,” Kazuya said drily. Sawamura’s eyes narrowed until they looked like cat’s eyes.

“Miyuki Kazuya!”

“There’s nothing you can do about it when you’re gone,” Kazuya retorted, though he left the room to sit on the couch instead. “And don’t use my full name.”

Sawamura flopped on the couch next to him, still grumbling about overbearing senpai.

“Well, I’m out,” Kuramochi said, wiping the last of his drink from his mouth. “I have better things to do than hang out with you losers during my spring break.”

“Like what?”

“Like playing videos games until I feel my eyes go numb,” Kuramochi said. “The way the gods intended for breaks to be spent.”

“Don’t go blind,” Kazuya called at his retreating back. He caught Kuramochi flipping him off as he shut the door behind him, and the act made him cackle.

“I should get going too,” Sawamura said. “My train leaves soon.”

“Don’t want to miss your train,” Kazuya said. “I should be good here.”

“Masuko-senpai is taking his couch when he leaves, but my parents said our neighbors are getting rid of theirs, so I’ll bring a replacement with me when I come back,” Sawamura promised. “You won’t be too lonely here by yourself?”

“Masuko-san will be here too,” Kazuya pointed out. “And how come he gets a senpai but I don’t?”

Sawamura rolled his eyes.

“Because you haven’t earned the title of senpai,” he waved his hand dismissively. “And it’s not like he’s here a whole lot. It can get pretty lonely here.”

“I’m fine with being on my own,” Kazuya said. “I can finally sleep off this semester in peace. And I didn’t realize I had to earn the title of senpai.”

“You’re not that much older than me,” Sawamura argued. “And you never act like a proper senpai.”

Somehow, they’d leaned in while they were talking until their noses were nearly brushing. They’d been this close before, but it was usually when Kazuya had an arm around Sawamura’s shoulders, teasing him to Hell and back for whatever had caught his fancy that time. This time, they were both surprisingly quiet, and it gave Kazuya enough time to really look at Sawamura.

Those eyes of his really were something else. Kazuya had never seen a color like them. Bright gold and huge, they would’ve been haunting on literally anyone else. Maybe they were still haunting on Sawamura. They held so many expressions, Kazuya couldn’t even identify them all.

“Sawamura,” Kazuya said, nearly in a whisper because of the hushed atmosphere.

“Yeah?”

“You should…” Kazuya sighed. “You should go catch your train.”

“Yeah, I should,” Sawamura said, leaning back out of Kazuya’s space. Kazuya took a deep breath, turning to watch Sawamura shoulder his overnight bag. “You sure you don’t need anything else?”

“I have to go to the grocery store because your kitchen is pathetically understocked, but no, I should be fine,” Kazuya said.

“Good,” Sawamura said. “Oh! I almost forgot! Give me your LINE ID, I’ll send you a message when I get there safely.”

“Why would you need to know that?”

“It’s a thing friends do!” Sawamura looked affronted. “You’re supposed to care whether I live or die, you know!”

“I don’t have LINE,” Kazuya said, because it was easier than admitting that he actually did want to know that Sawamura had made it home safe, even though there was a basically zero chance of him dying en route.

“How do you not have LINE?” Sawamura asked. “How do you survive in modern society?”

“I’ve been doing just fine so far,” Kazuya protested. Sawamura looked like he was considering hauling him up by his collar, but he let all his breath out instead.

“Fine,” he said, looking extremely put upon. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, tapping at it. “Give me your email, then.”

Kazuya typed it into the phone Sawamura held out for him to take.

“You better not spam me,” Kazuya warned. “I have better things to do than read a million messages about whatever cute dog you saw while you were tramping through the woods.”

“Too late!” Sawamura beamed. “I already have your email. You can’t stop me now.”

“I can block you.”

“Miyuki Kazuya, you wouldn’t dare!”

Kazuya cackled, clutching at his sides. Sawamura really was the best sometimes.

“Go catch your train, Sawamura,” he said. Sawamura nodded, turning and leaving. The apartment fell into a state of quiet. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. It was just peaceful. Kazuya looked around at the main space again. This would be a nice place to live, he decided.

He headed for Sawamura’s room that would be his for the next three weeks. It was time to start sleeping off this school year.