#i feel like most of the shows i watch barely have music in them anymore can we bring that back

[markedbyindecision]

THAT WAS SO GOOD

[steddieas-shegoes]

oh, that's why

for @steddielovemonth prompt 'love is showing up when someone doesn't ask'

rated t | 1,533 words | cw: implied sexual content | tags: friends to lovers, getting together, realizing feelings, love confessions, fade to black

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Eddie was nervous.

He hadn't bothered mentioning Corroded Coffin's first show back to anyone except Wayne, didn't want anyone he knew to see him stumble over chords and lyrics with nerves he'd never had before Vecna. The guys didn't really say anything, but they'd casually suggested some slower songs mixed in to give him a break during the set. They just seemed to know that he didn't have the stamina anymore.

It's not like the Hideout was Madison Square Garden, but news had spread amongst the locals about Eddie's return to the stage and people must have gotten curious. The bar was busier than Eddie'd ever seen it, people lined up against the tiny stage and filling the tables spread out around the room. Every stool at the bar was filled, the door constantly opening to welcome someone new with a chilly breeze from the fall air.

"Hey, man. You ready?" Gareth's hand on his shoulder was meant to be comforting, but all it did was remind him of how much everyone in the crowd probably wanted to watch him fail.

"Yep," Eddie breathed out.

It was fine. This would just be another show, maybe not the best they've ever had, but they did fine during practice. He was fine.

There was no announcement for them, there never was. The bar owner and the main bartender pretty much only invited them back because the regulars would order double the amount of drinks when they performed.

The lights were already dimmed in the bar, and the spotlight stayed on on the stage all night.

It wasn't anything special, but it still felt like a step towards more.

The crowd was loud, and barely paid them any attention during Jeff's introduction.

They started playing Master of Puppets, a shorter version without the solo since Eddie still struggled getting through it without having a panic attack. It was part of "reclaiming his trauma" or whatever the government appointed therapist told him on his second and final visit.

He took the first minute to really look out at the crowd, passed the obnoxious spotlight.

Most of the people were unrecognizable, dressed a lot like Wayne, but lacked the friendly smile he gave him when he managed to make it to his shows. He saw a few people he knew from his first two senior years hanging by the back, probably trying not to be noticed by him.

And then he saw him.

Steve.

His fingers skipped over the strings, missing a note and then two, though only his band and maybe the bartender would notice.

Steve smiled back at him, mouthed 'lookin' good', and gave him a thumbs up.

How did Steve even know about this? None of the other guys had told him, he begged them not to, made them pinky swear that they wouldn't invite anyone they knew for the first show.

Eddie smiled back at him still, happy that Steve was here, realizing now that a friendly face was the only way he would get through this set. He should have told them all.

Most of the set went surprisingly well, and most of the crowd seemed content to watch and sing along. Only a few people walked out when they realized it was mostly metal music, but he figured they weren't really there for any music at all. Watching the freak was the only entertainment a lot of people had in this town.

Steve was nodding his head, nursing the same beer for the entire hour they were on stage, smiling every time Eddie made eye contact with him. He seemed to be enjoying it, despite his usual refusal to listen to any of Eddie's music.

When they got off the stage, Eddie rushed to Steve, not even bothering to put his guitar back in its case first. Most of the crowd had gone outside or settled around the bar anyway, so his sweetheart would be safe.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie bounced on his toes, adrenaline pumping after a successful show. "I didn't tell anyone about this."

"Wayne mentioned it by accident. He assumed you'd asked me to come," Steve shrugged. He didn't seem hurt about not being invited, thankfully, but Eddie still felt guilt bully its way into his chest.

"Sorry. I just wanted to get the first one done before I had anyone here," Eddie nudged his hand. "But thanks for coming. I'm glad you came."

"I'm glad I did too. I'll always be here if you need me, Eds."

It sounded serious, less like what friends do and more like what love does.

"How do you always know what I need?" Eddie couldn't help asking. "It's like I think I'm fine, but then you're there with a glass of water because I haven't remembered to drink all day. Or like tonight, when I thought I could do it on my own, but played much better because you were here."

"I just know you," Steve smiled.

"Wait," Eddie started thinking back to all the times Steve was there. All the times he would show up at the trailer after work to make dinner, not knowing that Eddie had been feeling lonely. All the times he sat next to him on the couch while he planned out Hellfire campaigns because he needed someone to bounce ideas off of who wouldn't be involved. All the times he had to brave the general public and Steve always managed to find a reason to be right by his side, silently protective. "Wait."

"I'm waiting," Steve said. And was he sounding smug? What was that smile on his face? "How long am I supposed to wait?"

"I didn't ask you to be here."

"That's true. You didn't even tell me you'd be here."

"I never ask you to come over. Or go places with me. Or anything."

"You do sometimes," Steve argued.

"Wait."

Steve's lips pinched together, but a smirk was starting to tease its way onto his face.

"You're here because you want to be. Because you knew I'd be a mess and would actually want someone here even though I didn't tell anyone. Because you're always there when I need someone even when I don't admit I do. Because you care about me."

"Love, actually."

Eddie stopped in his tracks. "What?"

"You said I care about you. Duh, of course I do. But I actually love you."

"Like...the way you love Robin?"

"No. Like the way I thought I loved Nancy. But with you it's more. It's way more, Eds."

Eddie was grateful for the dim lighting and Jeff's sudden appearance by his shoulder.

"Eddie! We fuckin' nailed it! I signed an autograph for a girl who knows my name!" He yelled before he noticed Steve. "Oh, hey Steve. Enjoy the show?"

"You all did great, man. Glad you're back out there," Steve reached out to grab his shoulder, a friendly gesture that Jeff wasn't expecting judging by his face. "Need any help loading up?"

"Uh. No. I was actually gonna let Eddie know Gareth's dad came by to help bring all our stuff home so we don't need his van." Jeff gave them both a knowing look, then smacked Eddie's shoulder and smiled. "See you tomorrow!"

Eddie waved at him, still in shock from everything Steve had said before Jeff interrupted.

"You should probably put her in her case, Eds," Steve gestured to the guitar still slung across his back. "People aren't that careful in a bar."

"Wait."

"You've said that a lot tonight."

"Because I'm having a stroke or something. I'm having a very lucid dream. Or maybe I got too high." Eddie shook his head and pinched his own arm. "You love me."

"That's what I said, yeah."

"And you meant it?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."

Eddie still felt like he might be dreaming, but he decided to lean into it. If Steve loved him, then that meant-

"Wait."

"Oh my God," Steve groaned, but he was smiling. "What now?"

"I love you, too."

"Yeah? You just figure that out?" Steve definitely sounded smug now.

"Yes! I thought I just had this stupid crush on my straight friend. Sorry I didn't realize the way my stomach does cartwheels when you're next to me meant I loved you!"

They both started laughing.

"So, that's why you were staring at me like that at the pool," Steve finally said through his laughter.

"And that's why you asked me to read to you when you had a migraine," Eddie crossed his arms across his chest to avoid doing what he really wanted to do: pull Steve into the most John Hughes-esque first kiss ever.

"We should probably get out of here," Steve said when he recognized Eddie's twitching fingers fighting to not reach out. "Don't think anyone here would like it too much if I made out with you next to the bar."

"Give me two minutes. I'll meet you outside."

Their actual first kiss was just as John Hughes-esque, but it was in the privacy of Eddie's bedroom, and immediately followed by Steve pushing him against his own door and dropping to his knees.

[alwaysonthemend]

Chestnuts Roasting

Author's Note: Hi again! Part 2 of my holiday fics is here! For this one, I got several requests for decorating a Christmas tree with Danny and one for some fluffy, romantic sex by the fireplace. I hope I did them justice. Josh and Sam are left so if you have any requests for either of them, please don't hesitate to send them to me! As always, if you see any typos... no you didn't.

Content Warnings: Unprotected p in v sex, just a tee tiny bit of angst if you squint (some talk about feeling insecure) but mostly just fluff.

Word Count: 2921

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“This one!” You excitedly point to the largest tree in the row. 

Danny looks over to where you’re pointing, a large smile on his face. 

“The biggest one you could find, huh?” He asks you, amusement evident in his tone. 

You’d begged for days for Danny to take you out here to pick out a tree. Danny, having grown up in Frankenmuth where Christmas is so prevalent all the time, is often a little lacking in the holiday spirit. You’ve heard him say time and time again that for him it’s just “not that special anymore” and that he’s perfectly content to forgo most of the holiday traditions that most people adore. But after he’d come to learn just how much you love Christmas – how much you love listening to Christmas music and decorating and doing all of the stereotypical Christmas stuff, he’d been a little more willing to do it all with you. Afterall, he’s said that doing it with you made it far more special than it had been when he was growing up in Michigan. 

So here you both are, bundled up in your warmest clothes and walking hand and hand through the rows and rows of trees. Your own little winter wonderland. 

“Of course! Go big or go home, babe.” You wave over at one of the workers, beckoning him over to show him which tree you want. 

“And when there’s no room on top for a star you’re gonna regret it.” Danny laughs, though the fondness in his eyes is still more than evident. In fact, it’s only grown after your pick in trees. 

“Nah. There’ll be room.” You tell him, keeping a watchful eye as the worker cuts down the beautiful tree. “It’s gonna be perfect.” 

“I’m sure it will.” Danny says before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, his lips a warm relief from the bite of the cold winter air. 

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The tree was in fact just a bit too large. The top of the tree was just barely smushed into the ceiling but Danny had been kind enough to not say anything about it. And as you began to decorate, a Christmas song playlist filtering through softly, Danny watched you fondly from his place on the couch. 

“You’re a great help there, Danny.” You say sarcastically, hooking another ornament on the tree. 

“Here.” Danny’s voice appears, his head leaning down to your ear and his hand finding the small of your back. “Let me.” He takes the ornament from your grasp and hooks it high up on the tree near the top. 

“I’m moral support, babe.”

You roll your eyes, standing on your tiptoes to reach up on the tree where there weren’t as many ornaments. You can’t quite reach. You hop a bit, reaching your arms up as high as they can go but it’s still not quite where you want it. 

“Thanks” You breath out, his proximity making you blush a little bit. No matter how long the two of you have been together, you still find that he can make you blush and your heart pound just like he had at the beginning of your relationship. 

“Hand me another one.” He says sweetly, and you blindly reach into the box that you use for Christmas storage and pull out the first one that your fingers find. 

As you hand it to Danny, you both smile at the sight of the ornament that he had given you for your first Christmas together. It’s beautiful. A sheer glass snowflake, the edges cut so that it mimics diamond. It’s a delicate thing that you remember being completely in awe of when he gifted it to you. You had admired it in a store once while you and Danny had been shopping for gifts for friends and family and you had refrained from buying it at the time for the sake of only spending money on gifts for others. But Danny had gone back and bought it for you.

“It’s my favorite one.” You tell him, watching as he hangs it carefully. 

“It’s very pretty.” He smiles, taking the next ornament from you. 

“Even prettier because you gave it to me.”

This time, it’s Danny who blushes. It’s barely there but you can just make it out under the glow of the white lights from the tree. 

“I’m glad you like it. I was so stressed trying to find you a gift that year.” 

Your heart warms at the thought of him putting so much effort into just one gift. It makes you smile to think back to that Christmas. You and Danny had only just begun dating some two months before, and though you’d been smitten with him from the very start, you had also been worried about what to buy him. It’s a comforting thought to know that he had gone through the exact same thing. 

“Why?”

“Well,” he starts, voice soft and buttery, “it was our first holiday season together and I wanted it to be something you would really like. But I also didn’t want to go overboard since we’d only been together for a few months. I didn’t want to scare you off or something by getting something too expensive.” 

“You wouldn’t have scared me off.” You tell him, handing him one of the last ornaments. “I was worried about the same thing to be completely honest.” 

Danny turns to face you, his curls framing his face so beautifully that you have a hard time not staring. 

“The gift you got me was so perfect, Y/n. One of the best I’ve ever gotten.”

Your eyes widen just a bit. 

“Really?” 

You’d gifted him a leather bound journal with gold embossed pages and a tree of life stamped into the cover. It had been for the purpose of writing down his songs and lyrics that he came up with. 

“Really.” He says, smiling down at you fondly. “I still have it, you know. I’ve filled up all the pages but I like to keep it so I can read the note that you wrote on the inside.”

Your brows furrow as you try and remember what you wrote that he considers so special but you can’t remember. It had just said “Merry Christmas” and your name signed at the bottom. Nothing entirely extraordinary or profound. You had wanted to keep it simple back then. 

“Why? I don’t think I wrote much in it.”

“No. But at the end,” he steps closer, his hands finding your waist and holding softly. “You wrote: I Love You at the bottom before signing your name. We’d said ‘I love you’ before but… I don’t know. I guess seeing it written down for the first time felt special.” He shrugs, looking slightly embarrassed. “I guess it was just nice to know that even though we weren’t face to face, you still felt that way and wanted to write it down. I had always worried that maybe you only said it back because I said it first.” 

Silence falls for a long moment and you feel as though your heart might melt. Danny – despite always being the one to care for others… despite always being the nurturer and the caretaker, sometimes doubts his place in his loved one’s hearts. Though his physical appearance and the confidence that he seems to always carry hides it, there’s a deep feeling of insecurity and doubt way down in his heart. Not something that he would ever openly admit or seek reassurance on, but there nonetheless. It had taken a long time for you to even see it. And to think that he’d been afraid that you were only saying ‘I love you’ back to him because he said it first… it makes your heart ache for him. 

“Danny…” You murmur, reaching up to place your hands on his cheeks, “I’m pretty sure that I fell in love with you the first time that I met you. Of course I always meant it. I still do.”

He smiles widely, though there’s a mist to his eyes now.

“I know that now. I just needed more reassurance back then.”

That makes you frown as guilt swirls through your chest. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t give it to you.” 

“No!” He says suddenly, shaking his head fiercely. “You did. That note, your actions, everything that you did reassured me. And you still do. Every single day.” 

You smile and lift yourself up on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips. 

“I love you.” You murmur. 

“Love you more."

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The weather had only managed to get worse and worse as time went on. Where once the sky had been a snowy gray, now was only a blanket of clouds. 4:30 and night is already beginning to fall as the wind and snow picks up. 

“Damn.” Danny mutters, the house itself seeming to shake thanks to the powerful gusts of wind. “Happy first snowstorm of the season.” He jokes, his back to you as he gazes out the window into the dusk-lit lawn. 

“I was hoping for a bonfire out back tonight but…” You come to stand beside him at the window, taking in the snowfall on the ground. “I don’t think that’s going to be happening tonight.”

Danny nods, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dark jeans. 

“Don’t think so.” He affirms. “We could at least get the fireplace going in here.” 

“That sounds lovely.” 

You watch as Danny works to light the fireplace, a warm, comfy glow immediately descending over the room. Danny looks gorgeous in the flickering light of the flames and you don’t hesitate to tell him so. 

“You look pretty incredible, too.” Is his answer as he sinks into the leather sofa next to you.

His eyes glitter in the dim light. His lips – plump and pink, stretch wide in a smile. He’s the picture of beauty sitting there next to you. 

As the fire rages on, you shiver – the coldness from outside seeping through to give you a chill. 

“Cold?” Danny asks quietly, scooting closer to you. 

“Just a little.” 

He grins, though this time there’s a playful glint in his eye. 

“Bet I can warm you up.” 

You sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Really?” You ask him, leaning backwards into the arm of the sofa and looking up at him through your lashes. “That was like… Wattpad worthy, babe.” Even still, you reach upwards to grab his broad shoulders and use your grip on him to pull him down on top of you. His lips are so close that you could easily lean up and kiss him. 

“What can I say? I’m just really smooth.” He winks and presses a kiss to your jaw, then another beneath your ear. 

“You’re a dork.” You laugh, though your breath still hitches when his teeth sink into your ear lobe. Unable to resist him, you spread your legs a bit so that you can hook them behind his back and pull him in closer. His curls tickle your face but you barely notice them thanks to the feeling of his half-hard cock pressing into your groin. 

Danny hums, his lips continuing to explore down your throat. He nips the sensitive skin before soothing it with a kiss before moving on down to your collarbone. His hands, large and strong, grasp your hips softly. That’s one thing that you love about him. Despite his strength, he still touches and holds you with the utmost care. Reverence, really. 

“Danny.” You whine, arching slightly into him. Your arousal is growing like a wildfire, engulfing you with want for the man on top of you. 

“I know.” He murmurs, drawing away to slide your pants and panties down your legs, letting you kick them off. “Can I taste you, love?” 

You nod, breathless and not trusting your voice. 

Slowly, teasingly, he licks over you – the tip of his tongue sweeping through your folds before swirling your clit. Your hand drops to his head without conscious thought, your fingers lacing through his curls and tugging. A deep rumble sounds from his chest at the slight sting to his scalp. 

“Shittt.” Your back arches as his tongue flicks your swollen bud once again and he smiles into your heat at the way you squirm beneath him. “Fuck, Danny.” 

The speed of his tongue increases and then, without warning, he sinks a finger into you, curling upwards the way he knows you love. He’s relentless, seemingly intent on bringing you to finish as quickly as he possibly can. 

Your veins feel like they’re full of liquid fire as the band in your belly tightens and your cries begin to grow louder. The raging storm outside only serves to barely muffle your exclamations of pleasure. With one last curl of Danny’s finger and a deliberate flick of his tongue on your aching mound, your orgasm overtakes you. That fire in your belly spreads, warming you all over as he coaxes you through your release. 

“I’ll never grow tired of that.” Danny murmurs, licking his lips clean of your release as he glances up at you. He smiles as he takes in the sight before him. You – your cheeks flushed and your eyes blown dark with lust as you gaze at him sitting between your thighs. “I could eat you out all day.” You believe him. 

“Would you please fuck me, Daniel?” You ask him, giving him your very best doe eyes. If you let him, he’d keep bringing you to orgasm just like this – over and over and over again, completely ignoring his own pleasure for the sake of yours. But you want him. You want to feel him, every single inch of him, stretching you in the most delicious way. 

Without a word, he slips his own pants off his legs, his boxers soon to follow. His cock, red and rock solid stands out proudly. He’s the only man you’ve ever known to have such a pretty cock. He swipes a finger through your folds, gathering your wetness and using it to slick himself, a breathy moan escaping him as his own hand passes over himself. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He says, his voice quiet and husky. “I’m so lucky to get to see you like this.” 

You whine, spreading your legs in the hopes that he’ll hurry things up. Your cunt is aching to feel him and you want desperately to see his face as he finally succumbs to his own pleasure. 

As if hearing your thoughts, finally he sinks into you, stretching you perfectly and groaning loudly as he bottoms out. 

“Jesus, Danny.” You manage to say between stuttered, heavy breaths. “You feel so good.” 

Danny leans downwards, pressing his forearms on either side of your head and smothering your body with his own. There isn’t much room on the couch for two full grown adults but neither of you seem to care. It’s just an excuse to be as close as possible to each other. 

“Move, baby.” You coax and he’s quick to obey. 

He draws back before sliding into you once again, his strokes long and deliberate. As aggressively as he’d made you cum earlier, now there’s no rush for either of you. Your breaths mingle, his head dipped down so that his lips hover over your own. His brows pinch together as he thrusts into you, drawing a louder whine from between your lips. You slide your palms up under his shirt, running your fingertips over the expanse of skin and feeling the way his back muscles flex with each movement. He shivers and groans, his pace picking up only slightly after you rake your nails down his back. 

“You feel like Heaven wrapped me.” He punctuates the sentence with a moan. “So tight and warm.” 

You nod, lost in the feeling of him. It’s like the whole world has shrunk down to only you and him – the storm rages on outside but neither of you pay it any mind. That simmering low in your belly begins to spark, gently beginning to spread through you. Danny leans down to press his forehead to yours as the pleasure between the two of you builds and builds. 

“Danny.” Your voice is a quiet, whimpering thing. 

Immediately, Danny knows exactly what it is you need and he reaches a hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow circles over the swollen nub. Where before your orgasm had slammed into you, this one creeps up and over you like a warm blanket. It goes on for what feels like forever as you arch upwards into Danny, his finger never ceasing on your clit and his own hips beginning to stutter. 

“Fuck, keep making those noises.” He begs, and you realize now that whines are falling from your mouth with reckless abandon as he fucks you through your release. 

At last, Danny pulls out of you just in time for his release to spill across your lower belly, deep moans ringing out in the air between the two of you. Then silence, broken only by yours and his heavy breathing. 

“Warmer?” Danny asks at last, before brushing his lips over yours. You chase them, catching him for a deeper kiss before pulling away. 

“Much warmer.” He brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead and tucks it behind your ear. “I love you.” 

Danny smiles, sweet as honey. 

“I love you more.” 

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Can't Sleep Without You | N. Hischier

pairing: Nico Hischier x gn!reader (I believe)

word count: 2k

warnings: none?

summary: After you and Nico break you can’t sleep, til you show up at his place after a night out

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“I’m done! We’re done! We cannot do this anymore, there’s too many fights, we’re barely together anymore.”

The words were haunting, being yelled at you by the man you thought you’d marry. Two weeks, it had been two weeks since the breakup, the worst two weeks of your life. You couldn’t sleep, you could barely eat, your friends were being ghosted, and yet, when the devils games would appear on your tv, he looked fine. 

It broke your heart a little more every time you would see pictures or videos of him, smiling and happy, while you were barely living. Why did he deserve to be happy now? Why did he get to not mourn the death of their relationship?

Yet behind the screens, he was as bad as you. The team tried endlessly to get him to come celebrate the win, but he’d never, choosing to stay in. trying to sleep away all the pain he caused, he wished he’d held on, wished he tried to work everything out, instead of just leaving. 

He’d stalk your friends on social media, seeing if you’d been with them at all, for two weeks, nothing. It was like you didn’t exist on social media, but then the third week, alone in his apartment, scrolling through instagram, he saw you again. Smiling, dancing, having a good time. All while he wallowed in his room, alone, his team out celebrating. He tried to see where you were, seemingly the same bar the team had gone to. 

When the notification of your best friend went live, he never clicked anything so fast, the shaky camera pointed at you when he joined, jumping around, dancing, he could see his team in the back, watching Dawson walk up to you. The music was too loud to hear anything else, but he could tell it wasn’t a completely innocent sentence when a blush covered your cheeks. Jealousy filled him quickly, he knew he had no right but he couldn’t not. So he decided if you were going to move on he was too, he changed into something more appropriate for going out and left. The bar was just down the street from him, only a couple minute walk. He made it there fast, with ease, slipping in to find his team. 

“NICO!” Jack was the first to see him and share his excitement at seeing the captain. That made everyone’s head turn, smiling at him, some even running to hug him when they spotted him. When his entrance settled down, he saw Dawson sitting with you, talking, flirting, he couldn’t tell the difference with the jealousy that filled him.

He could faintly hear your laugh over the excruciatingly loud music, seeing your head fall back. To him you were still the most gorgeous person he’d ever seen, it pained him to see you happy with his teammate. He was mesmerized staring at you until you felt his eyes on you, turning the catch him staring. He could see the way the joy, happiness, fell from your eyes at the sight of him. His heart shattered at how your eyes fell when you saw him, making him want to turn out and leave, never to be seen again, shamed for what he did. 

He saw Dawson say something to you, it was quiet, more whisper, then moved his arm around your waist, leading you to your friends. The tears filled your eyes quickly when they caught sight of Nico, his hair falling perfectly just like you’d remembered, his eyes shining in the dim light. Seeing him through all the effort you’d put into trying to move on out the window, seeing him made you need him almost more than you ever had. The sleepless night, the inability to eat feelings returning. 

Dawson held you tight against him, bringing you back to your friends. Raising his hand to wipe away your tears, his touch was gentle, almost enough to make you cry more. 

“I’m going to take her home, okay?” Dawson yelled to your friends when he got close enough, grabbing your bag from the table they had. They nodded, seeing Nico in the distance, the tears on your face, connecting the dots, they knew you shouldn’t be here anymore. 

When you turned around to try and find Nico one last time, he was gone. He was practically running home, fighting the urge to get you back, tell you how he regrets everything, fighting tears while he ran. He made it home in about a minute, slamming his door opened and closed fast, collapsing on his bed. 

Dawson had led you out to his car, asking for your address.

“No.” That elicited a very confused look out of Dawson.

“What?”

“Bring me to Nico’s please.” your voice was barely above a whisper, almost ashamed to ask. He just nodded, starting his car and pulling out of the parking lot, he knew Nico could get you home if needed. 

It was a short ride to Nico's, taking only about three minutes, you got out quickly, thanking Dawson for the night. He nodded, repeating your thanks, letting you run inside. You couldn’t bother waiting for the elevator, running up all the stairs instead. 

When you made it to his door, slightly out of breath from the stupid number of stairs, you froze for a minute partially to catch your breath, practically to shake away the nerves. You stood there for at least two minutes, the tiredness truly catching up to you now. You knocked on his door, three times, just like you used to. 

He appeared at the door a few seconds later, his hair messy and his clothes trussled. Clearly just woken, you felt a bit bad, but then again, he broke your heart. 

“Y/n?” He sounded so confused and looked almost more. It was enough to make you have to hide a giggle when he asked that. 

“Hi.” 

“Why are you here? You should be at home, asleep.”

That was less of a question, more of an annoyed statement. It got on your nerves quickly, who was he to refuse to talk? He had to have gotten home only ten minutes ago, he couldn’t have been that asleep. 

“Okay, you know I was trying to be nice. You broke me. I just needed to know why? The minute I finally started moving on, you showed up. You show up and ruin it all again. I finally went out for the first time since you broke up with me and then you had to come and find me. Why? It’s not fair I was finally getting somewhere, I thought tonight maybe I’ll finally get a good night's sleep.”  you slowly trailed off at the end your words becoming quieter from your original outburst. 

“A good night's sleep?”

“I haven’t slept in weeks, Nico.”

“You need to sleep.”

“I can’t!”

He looked confused again with your answer. Of course, he could sleep fine, but you got the shit-end of the break-up. You couldn’t do anything but Nico was playing fine and sleeping well. That’s what you thought, he was not as perfect as you thought, he could sleep though. 

“What do you mean you can’t sleep?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep since you broke up with me.” the words were mumbled and quiet, he barely heard them but they broke his heart.

“Baby-”

“No you can’t do this! I came to get closure! Not to fall for you again.”

“Come inside, please.” You shook your head, not trying to fall back into him. He didn’t take that as an answer, gently grabbing you and pulling you in. melting into his arms when he pulled you further into him to close the door.

“You need to get some sleep, baby.” he was quiet with his words, seeing the way your eyes were closed, leaning into him. 

"Please, hold me. I can't sleep without you anymore." 

He agreed, leading you to his room, just like before. He did pull you off him to hand you one of his t-shirts to sleep in, then turning to allow you to change. When you were done you fell onto his bed, curling into your regular spot, waiting for him to join you. His heart soared at the sight he’d been missing for weeks. He slid under the covers with you, letting you cuddle beside him, fitting snug against him. 

In the morning you woke up without Nico beside you, immediately causing you to panic. What if this was a huge mistake? What if he just thought you were really desperate now? 

Slowly you got up, walking to his kitchen, where you assumed he’d be. He was leaning against his counter, sipping a cup of coffee. 

“I made you a cup.” he said, pointing towards the steaming cup on the counter. You walked over to it quickly, taking a sip. The exact way you liked it, he’d remembered. 

“Thank you.” 

He just nodded, continuing to sip his coffee. It made the room tense and you very anxious. 

“Do you regret letting me sleep here last night?” The words made Nico choke on his coffee, not prepared for the question yet. 

When he stopped coughing, you rubbed his back to help calm him, he answered.

“No, not at all. That’s the best sleep I've had in weeks, since we broke up.”

The words shocked you, taking them in for a minute. He was quick to continue when you didn’t say anything.

“I regret breaking us up, I regret letting you leave that day. I should’ve tried harder”. 

“Nico, baby, it’s okay-”

“It’s not okay, I hurt you, so much. I was stupid i hurt both of us, you should cuss me out and never come back, but you came back. I swear if you’ll take me back, I’ll never hurt you again. I miss you so much, God I miss everything about you. Your kisses, your hugs, the way you hold me in your sleep.” there were tears in his eyes by the end of his rant, begging to take him back.

“Neeks, I love you.” you wiped away his tears. “Of course I’ll take you back babes.”

He was ecstatic when he heard the words, practically dropping his coffee to pick you up, spinning you around, peppering you with kisses. Your laughter filled the room, music to Nico’s ears. 

“God, I’ve missed that sound.” he mumbled, placing you on the ground and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. His scruff tickling your skins, making you giggle again, making him nuzzle more into you.

“Neeks!” you laughed, pulling away from him. He followed you back, leaning with you. 

The rest of the day was spent in bed together, catching up on the missed sleep, cuddles, and kisses. Sleeping the day away, only waking when there was knocking on Nico’s door. Nico slowly got up, complaining while he walked to the door, his slow pace giving you time to follow him. When he opened it, the boys waiting at the door were quick to push  they’re way in. gasping and grinning when they either saw or walked into you, like Jack. 

“What are you idiots doing here?” Nico’s voice was unimpressed, annoyed at his team’s unwanted arrival. 

“You wouldn’t answer your phone, you were scaring us!” Jack explained, making point of the fact Nico didn’t have his phone on. 

“Yeah probably because I was sleeping!”

“Sleeping with Y/N!” The boys were quick to put two and two together to get that conclusion and simultaneously start chirping him. 

“Shut up!” Nico finally yelled, bringing you to him to cover your ears before. 

“Now, if you’d leave so we can go back to sleep,” he shooed everyone to the door.

“We were going to go to a movie, did you want to come?” Dawson finally asked, revealing why they had been there in the first place.

Nico looked at you, you just shrugged your shoulders, letting Nico choose. 

“No, thanks though, now please leave.”

Nico was quick to close the door in their faces before turning back to you, picking you up and bringing you back to his room. He threw you onto his bed, sliding beside you right after, cuddling with you again, luring you back to sleep. 

[abbyromanoff]

Only When You’re High - Trouble Series Part 2

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2586

Warnings: almost smut, cocaine use, weed use, alcohol consumption, partying, typical 90’s homophobia, self-homophobia, angst, jealously, possessiveness, fights, sad R,

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“What did I tell you, Y/M/N? She is not to be around that girl anymore, I won’t allow it!” You were sat on the couch, head in your hands as you looked down at the floor. Your parents were furious when not seeing you at home. And after reading the letter, your father was even angrier.

“I can’t defend you on this one, Y/N. Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Your sniffles were loud, deafening in the nearly quiet room. You couldn’t look them in the eye, the disappointment on their face was too much to handle.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could muster out before they sent you to your room, anger present in their mood.

You walked with defeated shoulders hanging low, your arm barely holding onto the railing at your side. When you entered your room, you laid down with a plop. Tears streamed down your eyes as the regret settled in. Your diary sat on your nightstand, it had always been a sort of escape when you needed it. When you wrote your problems down it was like you could understand them better, it was like you could finally accept it for how it is.

You were ten minutes into writing, your hand slowly starting to cramp up as you aggressively moved the pen across the paper. You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even hear something hitting against your window until there was a slightly louder bang. You jumped, running to your window to see what or who it was. When you opened your blinds, you saw Nat sitting there on the half roof outside of your room. You were on the second floor, your parents being right downstairs most likely still arguing over you.

You opened the window and ushered Nat inside, seeing the way she shivered from the cold.

“Nat! You need to wear a jacket!” You rushed to grab a blanket and direct her to sit on your bed. She shooed you off but let you cover her in the soft fabric, smiling at the careful manner you handled her. You sat next to her, looking anywhere but in her direction while her eyes didn’t leave your fragile-looking body.

“What did they do?” Came her small voice in a hushed tone, clearly trying not to show how much it hurt to see you like this.

“I’m grounded for two weeks. Luckily, they didn’t smell any smoke on me, though.” She nodded in understanding, taking your hand in hers. The feelings returned. How could your stomach flood with butterflies just from a simple touch?

“Well, I’m going to a party tonight at Steve’s house. You wanna go?” Did she not hear what you just said?

“Nat, I’m grounded. I can’t go out.”

“So what? I get grounded all the time, as long as your parents don’t catch you, you’ll be fine. Now, you coming or not?” She held out her hand for you to take, watching your hesitant face with hope. Fuck it. Why not? Your parents can’t keep you cooped up here forever, you were an adult, you could do what you wanted.

“Okay, I’ll go.” She smiled in victory, pulling you through the window as if she was an expert on your house already.

“Okay, be careful now.” She helped you down, closing the exit just a tad bit so you could still get back in after. Your body was riddled with fear of being caught, but you knew that with Nat by your side, everything would be okay.

Only ten minutes later and you both arrived at the house, Nat’s car being parked in front as she opened the door for you. You took her hand once more and followed her inside, loud music blasting your ears.

“What? Too loud for you?” Nat chuckled, dragging you onto the couch in the room next to you. Your thigh landed on top of hers, your eyes landing on her own when she held it close to her body. It was like she wanted everyone to see you both, even though they couldn’t. If they saw you like this, who knows what could’ve happened? It could get out to the school, your friends, and worst of all; your parents. You couldn’t even imagine what would happen if they caught you at a party with the girl they hated, practically sitting on top of her.

“Nat, are you sure this is safe? I mean, there’s a lot of people we don’t know and-”

“Shh, sweetheart,” She shushed you with a finger to your lips. “I’ve got it under control. Don’t you trust me?”

“W-well, of course, I trust you! I just- I don’t know if this is completely safe.” She shooed away your worries as her friends walked closer to you both, her attention nearing in on them. She didn’t let go of you, it was like she wasn’t afraid of people seeing you in such an intimate way. But, maybe it was normal. Maybe all of her friends did this with her. That thought only hurt you more, you wanted to be the only one she was close with and held so tightly.

“Nat! You made it!” They all shared a handshake and spared you only a quick glance before sitting down on the chairs around you both. You felt cornered, there were too many people, you wanted to leave.

“Nat, I think I’m gonna step outside for a minute.” She didn’t seem to have heard you as you walked off, accidentally hitting people on the way. The moment you stepped outside the cold breeze hit your face. It all was too overwhelming, the loud noise, the drinks, the smoke, it was all too much. You looked around and found a stool where a beautiful black-haired girl sat. You didn’t care to ask if you could sit next to her, you just needed a break.

“Hey- wow, are you alright?” She yelled out. Even with the close proximity, it was hard to hear a word she said.

“Yeah, yeah, I am. Uh, I’m sorry, did I take your seat?”

“No, there’s enough room for you.” She placed her hand on your back reassuringly, sending a soft smile that you quickly got lost in. Wait, no. What were you thinking? You just met this girl and you were already over the moon? But you couldn’t help the way her warm hand on your cold skin made goosebumps erupt over your skin. And the way her hair fell perfectly in front of her face to show off her dimples made you want to kiss her then and there. What was getting into you?

“I’m Kate. Kate Bishop.” She held out her other hand for you to shake, which you did. It was clear that she was waiting for a response back, but you could barely even focus on anything but her breathtaking face.

“Y/N. Y/N Y/LN. It’s nice to meet you, Kate.”

“You have a beautiful name, what’s it mean?” What it means? No one had ever asked something like that. But, you liked it. You enjoyed the way it seemed to have actually been meaningful, it felt as though she actually wanted to get to know you.

“I have absolutely no clue if I’m being honest with you, Miss Bishop.” She chuckled at the name you gave her and took a sip of her beer. She didn’t seem to be over the drinking age, but if anything, no one here was. You both chatted for what felt like seconds but in reality, was nearly an hour. Things just flowed easily with her, you felt like you could actually speak to her even if you only just met her.

While you and Kate were getting to know one another, Nat was stumbling all over looking for you. She didn’t know why she cared about your well-being or if you were safe, but she did. Her vision was blurred as she tripped over herself, the drugs and alcohol running through her system weren’t helping. Shit, she couldn’t find you anywhere. Where the fuck did you go?

The moment her body made its way into the doorway, she heard your contagious giggles. She hated knowing they weren’t coming from her.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you doing out here?” Her words barely even made sense, they were all jumbled up and slurred. You jumped out of the girl’s hold when seeing her, instantly getting your apologies ready.

“Nat-”

“Let's go.” She gripped your arm tightly, her firm hold scaring you. Kate stood up after you, giving the woman a glare before reaching out to you. Nat stopped her.

“Back off of her, Nat.” You didn’t know how Kate knew her name but she did. They must not of taking a liking to one another, you could sense the tension from a mile away.

“Why don’t you mind your own business and go back with your little friends, I’ll take Y/N off your hands for now, got it?” It wasn’t so much a question as it was an order. Kate didn’t seem like the toughest girl, but she didn’t back down and she didn’t fear the taller redhead.

“Look, Nat, how about you just back off and nothing happens, okay? Y/N here doesn’t need to get hurt and neither do you.” You hated to say it, but her confidence turned you on. It awoke something in you, something you only ever felt for Nat.

“Oh really? You think you’d beat my ass?”

“With the way you can’t even hold yourself up, yeah, I think I would.” You could tell that if you didn’t stop this now that it wasn’t going to end well for any of you. You moved out of Nat’s grip, standing in between the pair and pushing them away from one another. Kate backed off as you hoped, but Nat didn’t.

“Nat, let’s just go home, alright? No one needs to get hurt.” She glanced at you, then back at her, and back at you before making up her mind. With a huff, she removed your arm from her chest and dragged you with her, giving the middle finger to Kate before leaving. The car was parked in a secluded area near the front, close enough where you could walk back in under a minute but far enough where no one could see you. Nat took this to her advantage.

You had her arm slung over your neck as her vision continued to blur even more the farther you went into the dark night. When you reached the car door to sit her inside, she slammed you against the vehicle. You had shock written all over your face as she took you by surprise.

“What the fuck did you think you were doing back there?” Her heavy breath was on your lips, you could practically taste the alcohol.

“What were you doing back there? Weed? Shots? You promised me we would be safe-”

“And I kept my promise, you didn’t get hurt, and neither did I-”

“Yeah, well you almost fucking did!” You fired back, the anger bubbling inside of you matching your harsh tone. She was clearly taken back as were you.

“Don’t get all feisty with me now, love.” You gulped, trying your best to look anywhere but her gaze. She didn’t let that slide. Her fingertips grasped your chin as she did many times before, knowing the effect it had on you.

“Listen to me, Y/N.” She said, “You’re mine. You belong to me. Not that Kate bitch, not that boy next door, and certainly not that jock I’ve been seeing you hang around.” You could sense the anger in her locked jaw and strained eyes that were bloodshot red.

“I don’t want you near that bitch ever again, you got that?” You nodded in agreement, your eyes being locked on her slightly chapped lips. She didn’t miss it.

“What? You wanna kiss me?” She chuckled, her hand still being left on your chin as the other went to hold your waist. She brought you closer to her body, feeling the heat radiant against you.

“Nat, we shouldn’t.” This was wrong, beyond wrong.

“Shh, no one needs to know, baby. I won’t tell anyone if you promise not to tell a single soul about what I’m about to do, okay?”

“Yes, Nat. Just- please kiss me already.” Her lips felt like heaven, like a sip of water in a desert. You couldn’t care if anyone could see, if anything, you wanted them to. It felt too good to let go, and when she did, you immediately wanted her back on you.

“Shh, I promise to kiss you better soon. But, for now, we can’t have anyone see us. Get in the back, I need you.” You listened to what she said, even if you had no clue what she meant.

“Fuck, you looked so good tonight, I just couldn’t help myself.” You didn’t know if it was the drugs talking or her but either way, you loved it.

“Nat, I want you. I want you so bad.” Her mouth was back onto yours, this time it wasn’t as passionate, it was forceful and full of lust. Her hands rested on your inner thigh, her fingertips moving closer and closer to your core. Before it could go any further, a group of loud jocks walked by, startling you two. You pulled back, the both of you trying your best to hide yourselves so they wouldn’t see you. Luckily, they were too focused on their drinks to see you both. You let out a heavy sigh, the fear of being caught finally being weighted off your shoulders.

“Fuck, is it bad that I wouldn’t care if they saw?”

“Nat-”

“No, listen to me. I want you, Y/N, I want you to be mine. I know it’s wrong but I just can’t help the feeling I get when I’m around you. You make me feel so fucking good inside, I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like my weed, I can never get enough of you, even if it will damage me in the end.” You wished she meant it, you really did. But you knew how she got when she was high or drunk, and this was it. You knew she’d regret it in the morning, just like she always did. You were tired of breaking your own heart with someone who couldn’t even love you.

With one last sigh, you let her arms go, watching as they fell to her sides in defeat.

“I know, Nat, you told me these exact same words two weeks ago. Why don’t we get you home, I’ll check up on you again tomorrow. Sound good?” She smiled at you, giving one last kiss to your addicting mouth before plopping down onto the seat.

“Mm, have I ever told you how pretty you are?” Only when you’re drunk, you wanted to say. Only when she was baked out of her mind was when she wanted you. Why couldn’t she love you? The real you? Not the one that she saw when her vision was ruined and her nose was burning from the cocaine she had snorted back inside. You wanted the real her and the real love, but you were sick of begging for her to change when you knew she wouldn’t. What did you get yourself into?

Taglist: @kksalexa @natsxwife @pancakefan7529

[showtoonzfan]

Charlie and Vaggie are certainly not in good hands with how Viv has written Loona, and it’s funny because Loona is like…the only exception to a female character in Helluva actually being 2 dimensional and struggling with something that’s OUTSIDE of her dad, unlike Octavia who’s whole character is to be upset at Stolas at this point, meanwhile Millie has fucking nothing but that’s besides the point.

Taking out the fact that Loona is just..hard to sympathize with like many HB characters, her having social anxiety as well as living with the fear that people wouldn’t like her when she’s angry and painting her out to be some monster is…not a bad idea at all, you just need to be a smart writer who knows how to write engaging conflict and dedicate time to their struggles and other sides, something Viv is incapable of doing because she doesn’t know how to make her female characters interesting without gushing over a man or being attached to cheap angst so the audience can feel bad for them, and clearly has no intention to actually dedicate time to exploring them since this is the Stolitz show and we don’t have time for exploring other characters outside of Blitz or Stolas’s perspective. 🙃

And don’t get me wrong, Spring Broken wasn’t a masterpiece either, but good GOD, episode 8 is just fucking EMBARRASSING to watch regarding Loona’s writing, for any writer looking to write a female character, her dialogue and actions will make you hurl, it’s so empty and lifeless. It felt like there was zero effort put into diving into her struggles, because there wasn’t. This episode was nothing but a music video but adds the plot of Loona going to a party to cover it up as a Loona episode. Viv had no fucking clue what she was doing, she makes Loona more unusual then she normally is, making her hard to read at times and then hilariously flip flop. The first half of the episode she barely has any dialogue, she gets upset at a group of hellhounds being mean to her and then stands there and looks awkward for the second half. Beezlebub certainly makes a jarring first impression, but she’s genuinely nice and outgoing, and Loona just…out of nowhere decides to leave for a reason that’s not really clear other than she has to call Blitz for the plot to move forward, and then acts hostile towards Bee for no reason when she was concerned about Blitz.

When she was in distress and wanted to leave, rather than a scene of let’s say…her venting to Blitz about how much she feels people hate her, how scared she is that she’ll never make friends because of her reputation, how insecure she is that Beezlebub seems more fun and outgoing than her that maybe Tex wouldn’t even want to be friends with her anymore, literally anything to actually have her talk and dedicate time to her struggles, Blitz could have even comforted her or encouraged her to go back in, but NAH, what turns her confidence around suddenly is simply because a hot Hellhound flirted with her. You’re so good at writing women Viv bravo, you have a female character battling trauma and social anxiety but lusting over a man is what makes her confident. Seriously….the way Loona goes from “let’s just go this isn’t working” to “Hehe I mean we could give it another try 🤭💕”- in the span of like…2 seconds was laughable.

Out of all of this I think the most insulting thing is that when Loona finally DOES make friends and socialize with other hellhounds, it’s not even the focus. We don’t even get to see it, it happens off screen expect for this one moment of her chatting with two dogs expect there’s no dialogue and just fucking puppy noises.

I get that this episode was filler but that doesn’t excuse the unfair and shitty writing Loona once again gets. 🫤

[meow-town]

Okay I really like the Dee x Girly girl concept. So how about a oneshot on Y/N, Glam, and Vicky’s first meeting? How did Vicky act towards Y/N? I’m so invested O_O

Thanks for this request, I’m glad ur invested! And I’m sorry I haven’t been posting as much, personal projects and works keep coming and I barely have the time to write for tumblr anymore. Plus, I prefer to take my time with these posts as I believe in quality over quantity.

But I’ve found the time and motivation to write here, so let’s get into it!

Dee x Girly!Fem!Reader Pt.2

-You arrived with Dee at his house, super nervous. I mean, you were meeting his folks. Most people get nervous.

-You made sure to wear your nicest skirt with a cute blouse and natural makeup. Didn’t want to cake yourself up like other times.

-Once you arrived at the door, arm hooking around Dee’s, you were practically trembling. Shaking in your damn sneakers.

-He reassured you, of course, and insisted that they would love you no matter what. And that if they didn’t, they could take it up with him. You two walked in the house to find no one there.

-Dee called for his parents, Glam was changing the strings on ‘Gibson’ and Victoria was working on a motorcycle. She came to you with gloves covered in motor oil. Glam arrived with perfect hair, perfect makeup and perfect nails, as always.

-Dee introduced you as his girlfriend and you went around shaking hands shyly, telling them how nice it was to meet them. Glam hesitated a bit, and Victoria grumbled under her breath with a light scowl. You just brushed it off and introduced yourself in more depth. Your name, what class you were in, etc…

-It took Glam maybe 5 seconds to get accustomed to you. He was kind of shocked at first. Hair all done up, with a mainly pink outfit. You looked like the polar opposite of his son. But then he noticed you were nice, and loosened up.

-Victoria however…

-She stared. Hard. Like she was wondering what this thing was doing in her house with her son. She was made fun of as a kid by ‘girly girls’ , so she’s very distant at first. That, and she’s very protective of her children, like a mama bear. Was very condescending and passive-aggressive for the entire time.

-‘So, (f/n), what do you do for… fun?’

‘Oh! Well, going shopping, trying new looks, getting my nails done… As well as the standard stuff, like watching TV and listening to music.’

‘Of course you do…’

-‘And, uh, how did you two meet?’

‘I was paired up with him for a science project, and we just hit it off.’

‘Yeah, ma. She’s real smart.’

‘Oh, is she? Wouldn’t have expected that…’

-You definitely noticed this behavior and clinged to Dee most of the time, in a very closed manner. Glam was just happy to be there, but also picked up on Victoria’s ways.

-Dee had to keep hyping you up, because you were too intimidated by Vicky to speak up about the way she spoke to you. It wasn’t aggressive, but definitely rude.

-Yeah, she was kind of an asshole at first.

-Glam cleared his throat every time Vicky was mean, as a way to tell her to stop, but she wouldn’t.

-Heavy was overhearing from his room, and figured he should go down so he could chat with you, but he quickly became intrigued. Just chose to listen to his mother’s comments, brows furrowing further each time.

-By the time she’s done interrogating and making you feel small, you decide it’s time for you to leave. Glam expresses his feelings of gratitude, saying he’s joyful Dee is happy with such a lovely young woman :)

-Vicky grumbles.

-Dee offers to walk you home, like a good boyfriend, but you deny his help, claiming you’re fine on your own. You wanted to show his mother you didn’t need Dee for everything, even if he was glad to give it to you.

-The second the door closed behind you, Heavy trampled down the stairs to join his brother and father in a group frown. They stared at Vicky for a good while, until Dee burst.

‘Ma, what the hell!?! What do you have against (f/n)?!?’

‘Yeah, you were mean to her for no reason!’

‘Vicky, you were excessively harsh with her.’

‘What, you’re defending that bimbo?’

-Dee would never cuss out his parents, but he came damn close. -Absolutely raging, he raised his voice to tell her off, only to trudge off to his room and slam the door. Heavy followed him into his room, also expressing his disappointment.

-She got super defensive, yelled , stood up, and left for the garage. Glam followed her after he apologized to Dee and gave him a talk on why his mother was acting this way.

-Glam knows Vicky, and he makes sure to not press any buttons and tread carefully. If she tells him to leave her alone, he will, and he’ll try again in 5 minutes.

-Once she’s taken her anger out on a punching bag, she allows Glam to speak with her.

-He explains how she was rude to their son’s girlfriend, giving multiple examples, and asks why. Even if he already knows why. He also adds how she seems to be upset about their son’s girlfriend being feminine, but she certainly doesn’t mind it when he’s feminine.

-Glam knows about Vicky’s struggles in the past with girly girls. Girls who looked just like you. She was left to the side, left out of everything, made fun of, avoided. She was bullied.

-He quickly explained that was no reason to make fun of someone who happened to look like those girls, and made sure she agreed to be nicer the next time.

-You were invited to dinner the next week. Of course, you were nervous regarding last week’s events with Vicky, but Dee said the whole family insisted. And so you agreed.

-You arrived with a casual dress and the nicest purse you could find, having spent extra time on your hair that day. Maybe she thought you weren’t classy enough? No, I mean, she came to you covered in motor oil… You were incredibly scared to ring the doorbell, and had to weigh out how to make the afternoon go perfectly, but thankfully someone came to your aid.

-Heavy was supposed to be helping out with the dinner and setting up the tables, but he had gotten detention that Friday and came home late. He saw you at the door and offered to walk inside with you.

-Dee stood up from leaning on a pillar, and greeted you with a small peck. Glam came out in a black apron with glittery pink accents, carrying a big pot of pasta. He couldn’t wave, but greeted you warmly all the same. Ches was on the kitchen counter, with his guitar, and waved to you. Victoria actually came to you and asked to speak in private.

-She apologized about the events that had happened and said they were uncalled for, and then said she was happy her son was dating someone like you :)

-When she pulled you away to a corner, you were lowkey scared 💀

-Like, ‘omg is she going to cuss me out and/or beat me up?’

-But you were pleasantly surprised with the outcome and told her it was okay.

-Then, you joined your Glam, Victoria, Heavy, Dee and their crackhead uncle in a lovely dinner, where you got to meet everyone a little better.

-And Heavy didn’t eat his vegetables and gave them to the stray cats, attracting a huge pack of them at the window.

-Also, Ches said he thought Dee would be one of those guys that ends up a virgin at the age of 40.

-You can’t have a normal time when they’re around, but nevertheless, lovely.

[ramayantika]

Tere Rang

“It’s going to be a Krishna song for the dance competition once again, right?” said, Ananya, inserting the last juda pin in her friend, Vilasini’s hair.

Vilasini, a seventeen-year-old science student in class eleven was all set for the senior’s inter-school dance fest that was to be held at her school. She wore a dark blue lehenga with gold embroidery that shimmered under the lights. Her best friend, Ananya, had taken the responsibility of getting Vilasini ready for the competition because, she was good at stage makeup and hairstyling, a skill, Vilasini was yet to acquire perfectly.

“You know me well, Ananya,” said, Vilasini, her face donning a faint shade of the setting sun.

Ananya looked at her friend’s bashful face, whose eyes had immediately moved down to the floor at the mention of Krishna, the god, the charmer of hearts from a bygone era. As she braids flowers into Vilasini’s hair, she wonders how did a girl from today’s time fall in love with a God when people barely utter a prayer under their breaths.

Krishna… the name itself was beautiful. Though Ananya was not that much of a believer in gods and goddesses, she happily supported her friend in her beliefs. For Ananya, Krishna was not a God, but a great historical character, an important figure to learn from especially in today’s time. Sometimes she offered flowers to the Krishna murti at her house after a lot of pestering from her mother, but she would spend a lot of time reading stories and articles about him.

Vilasini, on the other hand appeared to be a modern generation saint. She spoke softly and so slowly in a gentle voice that made everyone feel as if a divine aura surrounded them. For Vilasini, Krishna was her life force, her breath, and her purpose for living. She woke up with Krishna’s name on her lips and welcomed sleep with only Krishna’s name on her lips.

��You remind me of the saint poet, Meera, do you know?” Ananya said, after finishing her work on Vilasini’s hair left beautifully open with a half bun pinned with jasmine and rose flowers.

Vilasini turned her head from her reflection towards her friend. “No one can be Meerabai in this generation. Not even me, even if I try to.”

Ananya smiled and shook her head. Checking the last details of Vilasini’s makeup and hair, she said, “Fine, but I am damn sure, you will look the prettiest contestant there.”

Smiling, Vilasini replied, patting the creases on her skirt, “All thanks to my talented sakhi here.”

“I like the way the word sakhi sounds. So gentle and beautiful.”

***

Vilasini’s performance was the last one in the list. Ananya had decided to stay with her friend instead of joining the audience just for the sole reason of helping her friend for any last-minute mishaps and to maintain her friend’s confidence.

Tapping her feet, Vilasini asked, “Will I be able to perform well? There have been so many good performances before me. Also, I have a very simple song. Will anyone be interested in watching mine anymore after all the splendid presentations?”

Ananya looked at the boy dancing on the stage on Hai Rama in a bolly-hiphop fusion style. Turning her gaze towards her friend, she said, “Sometimes, the most simple things are the most thoughtful ones. Have faith in your practice and Krishna. And just like you always do, dance for your Krishna, for him alone.”

A minute later, the boy was done with his performance, and the audience erupted in cheers and applause. The host, one of Vilasini’s classmates, then announced her arrival on stage and signalled at the small back room upstairs to start playing Vilasini’s music.

“All the best, Vilasini. Go win the stage and your dear Kanha’s heart,” wished Ananya.

Vilasini nodded at her friend and muttered Krishna’s name under her breath as she took a twirl to enter the stage on the beats of the sitar.

Alai payuthey kanna en manam miga alai payuthe…

Vilasini’s fingers show the movement of waves as the song goes on to depict how her mind flows like waves when she hears Krishna’s melodious flute. The golden embroidery on her lehenga glitters under the yellow stage lights on the ceiling. If her voice alone was enough to bring tranquil in her listener’s hearts, her dance was captivating to catch everyone’s attention. No matter what they were doing earlier, all their eyes and other senses stand still on seeing her move on stage like a swan.

Nilai peyandru Kanna , shilai polave nindra,

Neram avathu ariyamale miga

Vinodhamana Murali Dhara , en manam…

The blue dupatta twirls around her and covers her face for a second before moving away like a sea wave gently going back from the shore. As the blue veils falls off from her face, Vilasini sees a boy seated in the corner of the audience, looking the most striking and attractive amongst all. Her breath stands still as she portrays a woman standing like a statue after being lost in the lovely cowherd’s music.

Her ghungroos produce an enchanting sound in sync with the beats of the song. Her body sways to the music as light as the branches of the kadamba tree. It appeared as if Vilasini’s soul danced on stage and not only just her body. Ananya smiles at her friend’s performance when a flash of gold passes her eye on the opposite side of the stage. Blinking her eyes once again, she lets out a gasp when she sees a long peacock feather on the ground.

There is no one on the opposite side of the stage except the host who is on her phone.

Telinda nilvu patta pagal pol eriyuthe , un dikkai nokki yen iru puruvam neriyuthe…

Kanintha un venu ganam kattil varugudhe , kangal sorugi oru vidhamay varugudhe…

Vilasini’s heart races as a strange yet divine awareness fills her being. Her beloved is right here. She can’t see him, but feel his presence. As she mouths the lyrics while performing, a small lock of hair escapes the clutch of the clips pinned to her hair and lightly tickle her left cheek.

A soft whisper teases her ear, “Why search for me elsewhere, when I exist right in front of you priye?”

Ananya notices her friend’s mouth open slightly, as if she heard something else other than the song. The moment lasts for only a mere second and Vilasini is back to her performance. Her expressions change from being a shy bashful girl talking to Krishna to being a passionate heroine desperate to see her lover. Vilasini’s large doe-like eyes turn watery and they move around like a deer in search of Krishna. Ananya observes the vulnerability in her stance. Her friend was far beyond the music. She was in a mystical realm of divine love and longing.

Kathitha pathathil oruthi manathai

Enakku alitthu mahizhtthavaa…

As Vilasini points to her lovely alta-dyed feet, her eyes spot another dark foot adorned with a gold anklet just beside her. Before she could stare at the foot that had fallen in step with her, she feels someone hold her arm and turn her around. The touch, light as a feather, and warm as a lover’s.

Her body bends gracefully to the side, her fingers laced together and arms raised up, with the neck slightly bent downwards. When her eyes travel up, she sees the one, whom she had been desperately dreaming about since childhood, her one true love.

“Prananatha?” She murmurs.

“The one and only,” says, the dark beloved lord of her heart. Pretty feet around, which lie two beautiful gold anklets. A golden yellow dhoti and a royal blue uttariya over his shoulders, broad arms laden with golden arm bands and the signature peacock feather on his crown, the darling heart thief of Vrindavana bows at her.

No long does Vilasini care about the audience. It’s a wonder if she even cares about herself anymore. Her limbs move on their own accord, or perhaps on Krishna’s accord. Ananya senses something strange near her friend, and even near herself.

The energy in the auditorium has changed. Teachers and students sit still with their senses lost, eyes all dazed and drowsy as if witnessing something hypnotic in front of them. The judges don’t write the scores, their pens now resting on the table. Ananya wonders if someone is actually even breathing or not.

Oru thanitha vanatthil anaitthu enakku

Unarcchi koduthu Mughizhtthavaa…

“Man, is she really hugging someone on stage?” mutters, Ananya, her eyes wide in surprise and confusion laced in her features.

Vilasini’s slender arms curl around her beloved lord’s neck, as she takes a round about the stage. Her feet daintily move around, their pace slow as if time itself had slowed down to let Vilasini absorb the moment. “I have waited for this moment all my life, Krishna.”

Her song album doesn’t have a flute tune, but what limits does Krishna have? He plays a sweet mellifluous tune from his flute that has enchanted the world since the third cycle of time. Vilasini’s nimble fingers caress Krishna’s curls as he dances near her, his smile enchanting and disarming like a sharp arrow aimed straight towards her heart.

“I have had too many women falling over me, but I wouldn’t like you to fall down for me physically here on stage. We have a performance to show.”

“The world does not matter to me anymore. Only you do,” says, Vilasini, her voice, only a mere whisper.

KaNai kadal alaiyinil

Kadhiravan oliyinil

Inai iru kazhalena kazhikkavaa?…

“The ever-flowing waves keep meeting the shore, and the sun sheds its light to the whole of mankind. How long would it be until my friend finally starts to acknowledge my presence?” Ananya hears a manly playful voice near her ears, causing her to jump a little in fright.

To Vilasini, if the lord of the Universe appeared in the form of a young charming boy with a lovely peacock feather and a gracious smile, then to Ananya, he appeared in the form of a glorious king decked in silks and jewels, befitting his royal lineage and handsome charm.

“The fuck?”

“I thought you would have realized me by now, but i realized that you actually did not. Here I am to finally show myself to my sakhi.”

“When did I become your sakhi?”

Rolling his beautiful dark eyes, he sighs, and says, “Years ago, when you were merely a six-year-old and your colony children did not include you in their games, you came to me and asked me to be your friend.” He pouts, and gives her a mock glare, “Batao meri mitrata ke yahi din aagaye…?”

Ananya blinks her eyes rapidly. “This is a literal prank now. Tell me who are you?”

Placing his hands over his hips, the lord of Dwaraka says, “The world’s famous and naughtiest prankster.”

“And you are also there with her…?” Ananya pointed towards her friend.

“Ask me where am I not?”

The stage lights change from yellow to bluish-green, making the darling of Vrindavana look even more ethereal. His eyes gleam like a diamond’s lustrous glow and Vilasini’s eyes go lost in his tender gaze. He raises his arm, and Vilasini lifts her fingers to graze his wrist when he gently holds her hand and makes her sway around him.

Kadhari manam uruhi naan azhaikkavo?

Fresh tears drip down her eyes as she takes in the beauty of her beloved. She could dance for him to his tunes forever and ever until one day her breath flies away and she merges into her love, her God. Krishna’s eyes gleam on catching sight of his devotee’s love-filled eyes, and Vilasini’s eyes gleam with happy tears on finally finding her God, her life.

A dazzling scene unfolds in front of Ananya’s eyes. Krishna yellow robes and Vilasini’s blue lehenga sparkle like a scene from a fantasy movie. When their hands meet, a red aura forms around them, and when their feet brush against one other, a soft white halo forms around them. She doesn’t let her eyelids fall for even a second as realization dawns on her about the concept of Jivatmaa and Parmatmaa.

“Now do you see?” Dwarkadheesh asks.

Ananya hesitantly lets out a breath, afraid that even a slightest of movement would disrupt the enchanting vision in front of her. “Yes, everything.”

Is it some illusion or is it the naked truth? How does one even breathe or move when the lord of the senses, the mastermind behind all, comes in front of you and smiles like a dear old friend from the past? What is God? Is he a friend or a teacher? Is he a child or a lover? Did the poets from the bygone era write such colourful poetry of lovelorn nayikas, searching for their dear Kanhaiya after experiencing the same emotions like the two girls facing now? I do not know about the others, but Krishna is like water. Just like water takes the shape of the container it is housed in, so does our Kanhaiya gladly conform to the shades of various characters we see him as.

One is an observer, marvelled at the glorious sight. How can she go back to the world now?

One is a participant of the colourful play, a mystical performance of the universe, a dance that can never completely be given justice in description. It can only be seen through the eyes and felt by the heart. It cannot be danced by the body. Only the soul dances. She never belonged to the world.

“Priye do you see now?”

And the dancer blushes like a bride, her voice breathy and low, “I now see it all, Prananatha.”

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This was requested by @purplelandsworld

I deviated slightly from the request because a crazy krishna dream struck and i began listeniing to tere rang and Alai payuthey so i really really reaaly hope you like this one. This one is a little different from what i usually write byt anyway i hope you find it nice

Also you all i had been waiting to get this written down from a long time but kanhaiya here made me busy with college work. Now he finally gave me my college so here's a little token for him from my side

And before some of you come up to me saying haww this is indecent and krishna isn't a netflix look if it were indecent krishna would never let me write it. Besides all of it have also been my own scenarios to keep me happy with krishna so kindly do not interfere. And this fic was inspired from a really pretty dream i saw and god krishna took my heart away even in the dream then so i added some of those parts in this one too.

tagging: @shut-up-rabert @ketchup-jar-ka @krishna-sahacharini

@krishna-priyatama @jessbeinme15 @arachneofthoughts @kaal-naagin @reallythoughtfulwizard @thegleamingmoon @ma-douce-souffrance

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Ambessa's tastes

This is really just her likes and dislikes in regards to clothes, smells/scents, music, television/movies, food etc.

Due to her privilege, money, and power- Ambessa can easily enjoy the finer things in life and so in terms of music I see her really enjoying opera She really likes the opulence of it all, the outfits, storylines, makeup, the sheer technicality of opera singing I think she’d also like classical- specifically string instruments like the cello or bass. I think she’d like the deep, low sounds of those instruments more than the sometimes shrillness of a violin She probably also thinks that piano is quite pretty, because of the sheer range it has I think she’d find knowing how to play an instrument (especially an orchestral one) to be very beautiful, and is something that may get her to be more interested in someone in a romantic or sexual sense

In regards to Ambessa’s taste in food, I think it’s quite clear from the show that she likes seafood I also see her as someone who really appreciates a nice steak, she’d like it more rare as well She’d be alright with chicken, but it’s not her favorite. She doesn’t quite like the texture For vegetables I think she would want something that isn’t too overpowering because I personally think that she would love spicy food and seasoning in general She loves a home cooked meal as well (she finds cooking to be a very sensual experience to watch). Especially after a baths

I think she’s one of those people that is so used to spicy food that it barely even registers to her anymore She’s more of a taste person. If it tastes bad she won’t go near it, but if the taste is alright but the texture is off, then she can live with whatever is put in front of her I think that she quite likes savory things as well and has a love-hate relationship with sweets However I do believe that she loves fruit. So much, especially island fruits, she just gives me the vibes that she would love to have a partner hand-feed her fruits dipped in a rich dark chocolate

For clothing she quite likes soft, natural fabrics. Nothing too restricting, and with darker colors. For those reasons she does not ever wear dresses (also because she does not like them) She strives for comfort always, but she still makes sure she looks presentable and feels good in her clothes I think at home she wears glasses. Ambessa is my love, but she is also an old lady who’s vision probably isn’t what it used to be. She’d wear thick black square frames At a ball, or gala- essentially any fancy event where she can’t wear her regular get-up, she’d be wearing an immaculately tailored suit (most likely three piece with no tie) It would be either charcoal gray or black, but the button down would be a burgundy or dark red of some sort

She’d wear an expensive gold watch and a chain slightly tucked into her collar Her shoes would be expensive leather boots (think those boots all the Peaky Blinder boys wear) in either a dark brown or black No makeup except for her dark red lipstic For casual wear she’d like something soft like cotton or linen wide leg pants, something that doesn’t make her feel trapped, that she can move around in She would wear house slippers, and insist her guests do as well (if it’s a personal meeting) Ambessa is a classy lady who doesn’t like people ruining her nice rugs She’d put her hair up, with silk ponytail holders (if you know, you know), because she may be old but she would strike down God himself if she began to lose her hair I think she would enjoy soft sweaters in the house, especially when she’s snuggling with her dogs (she has big doggies, dobermans, rottweilers, german shepherds etc.)

For television and movies I think that she’d love trashy television series I know that she would be obsessed with The Real Housewives or something really trashy like Jersey Shore She would eat that shit up, constantly shaking her head at their stupidity, yelling at the tv with her dogs laying on her chest as her mouth is wide open at the shenanigans of dumbass rich people For films she would love a good film noir, or a murder mystery/whodunnit type situation, because she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from screaming out who the killer is She would have a notebook out acting like she’s playing CLUE instead of watching a movie in the dark with her dogs

I think she would also really like witty chick flicks (Heathers, Jawbreaker, Mean Girls, etc.), she’d like the dark humor and fun plot She would absolutely go see Barbie. She would love it, not for the humor but just the message- she wouldn't show it on her face but she would be deeply impressed with the film for both empowering and putting words to the feeling so many women (and women aligned/GNC/trans/nb/AFABs and more) have She would hate Oppenheimer. She would’ve left by the middle, she would’ve been so bored

She also would like Psychological Horror, but not the conventional slasher flicks, she wants nuance and meaning to her movies (she’s bougie as shit) She would really like Silence of the Lambs, Joker, American Psycho, Misery, Candyman (I know it’s technically a slasher, but I think she’d love it anyway), Hereditary, Midsommar, Gerald’s Game, mother! (she would have gotten so angry she would have had to watch the movie in thirty minute parts on different days) For scents, I think she likes things that are earthy and grounding, balsam, musk, peppercorn, cinnamon (only a little bit though), patchouli, cardamom, sandalwood, a bit of rosemary She isn’t a huge fan of candles, she likes diffusers more I think her natural scent is very neutral and can go well with a lot of things, but I think smells or sprays that would go best with her were would be woody with smells from pine, leather, tiny bit of lavender, bergamot, lemon grass, amber, cedarwood, musk, etc. Her sweat smells more neutral too, it’s a little sharp and musty, but it’s mostly undetectable to most

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cruel, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, previous taehyung x reader

summary: It's cruel, this feeling. How are you supposed to respond to loss of someone that was so perfect, someone that turned life into a romance movie, someone that now had that with someone else? You watch him be happy without you and you should have lied and said that you were happy too. Instead, you told him he was cruel.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; honestly, it's probably not what you think it is; fluff? idk; smut (fem reader, penetrative sex, cowgirl, fingering and f-receiving oral in a dressing room, a lot of making out and staring into each other's eyes); non-idol!AU; long-haired, rapper / music producer!Yoongi, ft ex-boyfriend Kim Taehyung being handsome and perfect

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now playing – cruel by the veronicas

How do you know you’re supposed to be with someone?

I always knew when I was with you.

You answered it with such certainty then. Like you really knew. Like he was the light to your dark. Like he was the life to your death. You had made him smile with your words, his unique smile lit up by the harsh rays of the sun, softening the edges of his box-like grin. He was so beautiful then. Striking. Picturesque.

No word was good enough.

You toyed with the vintage teacup. A delicate white with the painting of a green and yellow bird on a sparse, winding branch. The saucer matched. All soft edges and curves. English porcelain. He gifted it to you after returning from one of his many Europe trips.

You tipped the cup onto the edge, holding the handle.

He became more handsome without you.

You relaxed your hand, letting the base of the cup tinker back onto the saucer.

You thought about throwing it into the wall. Shatter that little shit like how it was shattered between you and him. Turn it into shards that matched the slices of light that they used in all those photoshoots, highlighting all his angles, because all angles were good angles for Kim Taehyung.

You stood up.

Placed the teacup back into the glass cabinet and pushed it to the back, behind an orange glass-blown vase.

I always liked you.

Me too.

You closed the cabinet and took a step back.

There was a pair of scissors on the dining room table.

But now I love you.

He had whispered it over candles and linen napkins, in expensive clothes and low light, with dried flowers in his hand and a black velvet box in the other. A solitaire, sparkling diamond on a dainty chain. Dried flowers so you could keep them forever, just like what you two had.

You picked up the scissors. The blades were very sharp. Silver, gleaming in the overhead light. You saw the reflection of the modern, industrial black chandelier in the flat side of the scissors. He wouldn’t like it. Taehyung was much more into the romantic.

You imagined cutting those glossy, long locks off that stunning model he was dating now.

Snip, snip.

You opened and closed the scissors, listening to the egregious friction of metal against metal.

She was really pretty. They suited each other.

You suited him too, back then.

Just not anymore.

Hello. Nice to see you.

That was what he said after everything. Months after, because he had been traveling from fashion week to photoshoot, to who-the-fuck-knows-what. Always busy, that Kim Taehyung.

It’s not that nice to see you.

Those moody dark brown eyes had faltered then, looking away. He treated you like he barely knew you. From hand-in-hand to a stranger in a strange land. You should have lied. You should have put on your best, most dazzling smile and told him that it was great to see him. Show him how fucking fantastic you were doing without him.

Instead, you tilted your head and cocked an eyebrow.

He had lowered his head and looked back up at you with a wan smile.

I treasure all of our memories. I hope one day, you can too.

You had paused.

That was when you knew that you couldn’t be lovers, but even worse, you couldn’t even be friends.

You’re cruel.

That was all you said before you bowed politely and walked away, letting him return to the confused, doll-like face of his new forever, the place you used to stand, the space in his heart you used to occupy. You used to wonder what wedding dress he would like to see you in. Probably white, with floor-length lace and an obscenely long train. Close-fitted to show off your body. Dramatically simple extra-long tulle veil to cover your entire body as you floated down the aisle, holding a waterfalling floral bundle that bordered on ridiculous, but it was all part of the dream.

Taehyung, standing at the end, looking crisp and statuesque compared to your ethereal beauty.

You had looked back to see him tucking a spare strand behind his new girlfriend’s ear and lightly kissing her glowing cheek. He was so handsome like that, with his dark long curls half-swept back and in a relaxed rich brown suit with a low-necked beige shirt underneath.

You had snapped your head away, feeling like you had intruded on a beautiful moment.

As if you witnessing it had somehow made it ugly.

Hey, are you okay?

I’m fine.

In your dining room, you opened the scissors and turned them in your hand so the exposed blades were between your thumb and index.

Stabbed downward.

Dragged it across.

The clear tape on the cardboard box split, a grating hollow sound following. You lifted your hand and closed the scissors, placing them back on your dining room table. Opened the box, finding brown paper packaging.

You used to love Kim Taehyung.

Now everyone was telling you to unlove him.

You reached into the carboard box, but then you stopped. Bit your lip. In your head, Taehyung was grinning at you, dragging you through the park, summertime sun gleaming off the green grass like the scene of a movie. Every day was a movie with Kim Taehyung, with excellent cinematography and hazy lighting reminiscent of old films, a romance for the ages.

The brown paper crumpled in your hand, harsh points digging into your palm.

You used to love the love between you and Kim Taehyung.

You looked down.

Black velvet.

A box.

For a ring.

You opened it.

A silver skull surrounded by a snake.

You took it out and slipped it onto your left middle finger.

-

The taste of skin.

Right there, on the edge of your tongue. You kissed to the sound of dead leaves falling, held on to the drumbeat of rain, tangled yourself in warm scent during the rapidly cooling nights. Fingertips sliding up your arm, closing in around your elbow, pulling you closer. Close was never close enough. Intense never intense enough. Harder. A waterfall of black softness, shadow. Lips right there, dark from kisses.

Your eyes finding him.

His gaze already on you, open-mouthed smirk bordering on good-natured.

He leaned in, shrouding you in the black waves of his long hair that had become messy and fucked up from your hands.

“Lift your hips.”

So deep.

You gasped. Almost painful was the right amount of pleasure, digging your nails into his sheets and following his rhythm, closing your eyes and letting the sensations take over, breathless with effort, muscles wrung tight with tension, hot and soft and wet and tightening your core, ticking your head back, the taste of Min Yoongi’s skin on the edge of your tongue.

You stood in his bathroom after, putting your silver ring back on your left middle finger, making sure the face of the skull was facing you.

You reflection looked back at you but there wasn’t much to see.

You ran a hand through your hair and decided that was good enough with the casualness of your oversized hoodie. Your straight-leg jeans were somewhere. All black. That was all you wore these days. Everything as black as you could get it, so black that the fabric seemed to suck all light from everything around it.

You turned the light off and went back to Yoongi’s bedroom.

“Are you doing something on Saturday?”

“Why.”

It sounded more like a statement than a question, coming from your mouth.

“Gonna take you to a concert.”

“My interest in frolicking with the masses is lower than your voice,” you replied dryly, picking up the edge of the blanket and sliding under. The owner of the bed was laying down in it, holding his phone with one hand. He did not drop it even as you settled in.

“My voice isn’t that low.”

“Lower than your interest in frolicking in the masses, then.”

He tutted and turned his phone towards you. “That band you were talking about earlier is holding a concert near my place. Saturday, at seven. I like to arrive early, so swing by a couple hours earlier and we’ll grab dinner before going.”

You glanced at him.

At bored, cat-like eyes and fair skin that barely saw the sun, complete with dark circles that explained why.

“You don’t like rock bands.”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “And why do you think that?”

You shrugged. “You like hip-hop.”

He chuckled and set a hand behind his head, looking amused. “I’m a rapper, but I create all genres of music. I started with classical piano. I’ve even made tracks for idol groups.” He ticked his head, looking down at you even though he was below you. “Don’t put me in a box.”

You looked down at his phone screen, away from his face.

Date and time.

The picture of the band, smiling and harmonious.

Silence.

“I thought you weren’t listening,” you finally said.

“Of course, I’m listening. You were talking about your interests and music is my life. Why the fuck wouldn’t I listen?”

Your line of sight raised and you stared into Yoongi’s eyes.

He looked back at you, slight frown on his lips.

You didn’t say anything more.

-

They were even better live than you thought. It was strange, focusing on nothing but the music and the performance. You were glad you attended the concert because a week after a few members of the band announced their departure for military service. You owned a few of their albums and set them out to display on your dresser, placing your printed-out ticket next to it.

A memory.

Now, you were sitting on another person’s bed.

Yoongi was holding your left hand, turning it in his.

“It’s cool.”

Your knee was resting against his.

He let go of your hand.

You stared out his bedroom window, thinking about how the leaves were really turning brown now, falling in blankets that were either crunchy or soggy underfoot depending on the quality of the sky that day. He lived more in the city, out of necessity. Easier to make connections when he was in the vicinity, especially when convenience was the determining factor on whether or not Yoongi wanted the inconvenience of human interaction.

There was a park nearby, but he rarely went.

“You bought it,” you said.

“Mhm.”

That was kind of how conversations went between you and Yoongi.

It was mostly your fault.

You turned your head to the left to face him.

Yoongi barely angled his face to glance at you questioningly.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because you showed it to me. I liked it.” He chuckled, looking down at your silver ring of a skull anchored by a snake. Almost sheepish. Still relaxed though. Always relaxed. Calm and collected, that Min Yoongi. “You are the kind of person who is meant to be yourself.”

Your hand rested onto your thigh.

“What does that mean?”

Those dark brown eyes raised, piercing and cat-like. You had a feeling it wasn’t going to answer. That was how conversations went between you and Yoongi, a back and forth of subtext and eye contact, and then the real questions being asked. Eventually.

“Why did you break up with Taehyung?” that deep, raspy voice asked you.

Hey, are you okay?

I’m fine.

Well, I’m getting out of here. Come on.

You stared at him, at pale-faced Min Yoongi framed by long black hair that cascaded down the left side of his face, a face of refined features that seemed delicate and yet his demeanor was anything but. Chilling sometimes, unbothered most times, observant all of the time.

“I was getting sick of the constant travelling,” you finally answered.

Yoongi raised a dark eyebrow.

You want to get a drink?

I don’t drink.

Then how do you get through a shit time? Sulking?

Fuck off, Yoongi.

He nodded, turning away to look out of his bedroom window.

“Hm.”

It was a very dismissive, hm. It made the moment weird, as if it would be suddenly inappropriate to crawl into his lap and make out with him, which was kind of the whole point of you being here.

Kind of.

You chewed at nothing in the back of your teeth and breathed out.

There was no difference, no matter what questions he asked. Or what he said. Or didn’t say. It just was what it was and nothing more. What was the point of talking about it? There was nothing to talk about. You had sat in a bar with Yoongi as he ordered a drink and drank it while you sat there and brooded in your head. He didn’t even pay attention to you. Had his phone in his hand and sipped his whiskey. The sounds of the bar were all meshing together, music, laughing, conversations, closeness.

You had turned to face him.

Yoongi had looked up from his phone.

The party you had both attended was for a mutual friend. You hadn’t wanted to go, but they were celebrating their engagement and you figured you should at least deliver a congratulations in person. At least some damn flowers. You hadn’t expected to see Taehyung at that hour but, unlike you, he had probably been there the entire time. You had only stopped by for a few minutes. Work and shit. Yoongi had only stopped by for maybe half an hour.

Your knee had been touching his at the bar, your chairs too close.

The sounds of the bar were all meshing together, but you barely heard it. There was a solidness against your knee, and then a fluidity as you leaned in, wanting to see his reaction.

Stopped.

He smelled a little bit like alcohol, but mostly like sharp, fresh cologne.

Yoongi hadn’t moved.

He was just watching you.

“You think I’m pathetic, huh?” you whispered, looking into his eyes.

His head tilted, something intense in his calm gaze.

“Pathetic people don’t think about kissing me,” Yoongi replied.

You searched the ocean within those dark brown orbs, almost black in the shadows of your faces.

“I’m not thinking about it.”

That was what you said.

His lips had curved into an open-mouthed smirk and you had closed the distance.

And now.

Why did you break up with Taehyung?

You could stand up and walk away without saying a word. You could. He wasn’t even looking at you now. You didn’t have to look into his eyes before walking away. Tick. Tock. You breathed in. His scent was everywhere, sharp and fresh. This was his place, lit up orange by golden hour, fiery in the way the sun’s rays caught onto the white duvet and then snuffed out by the black accents and dark wood of the furniture. He said his dad basically ended up picking out most of the pieces. His dad told him his future wife would enjoy this kind of style.

You liked the black-on-black look of Yoongi’s studio more.

Especially the dark gray rug read, KEEP OFF.

You meant to ask him where he got it but, till this day, you hesitated.

You looked away from his things and told Yoongi the truth.

“I broke up with Taehyung because I was beginning to think that I loved the way he loved me more than him actually loving me.”

You stared out of his bedroom window, but instead of seeing skyscrapers and an urban jungle, you saw a hazy scene of a park and summertime sadness. Everything was picture perfect. Nothing out of place. Nothing but the way you felt, the festering feeling of something being wrong about this scene but how could it be wrong when it was so right, when it was just like a movie, you and Kim Taehyung?

“I didn’t want to admit that maybe I fucked up and picked the wrong guy when the guy was perfect.”

Flowers and candlelit dinners.

“He’s not that perfect,” came the raspy murmur beside you.

You still had that diamond necklace.

“He’s perfect for someone.”

“Not you.”

You turned your head and faced Yoongi.

“How do you know?”

He turned his head and faced you.

“I don’t.”

He ticked his chin down to the bed and then flickered his gaze back up.

“Pathetic people don’t think about fucking me, though.”

You stared at him.

“You’re cruel.”

Yoongi smirked, his black hair casting shadows over his eyes and cheek.

“We all are, sometimes.”

-

I bet you could be cruel if you wanted to.

Your hands on his wrists, gripping tight. Nails into skin.

Why would I want to?

Devouring kisses. His tongue was so strong. You had to fight it. Suck on it and abuse it and he was smiling under your venomous mouth. You shoved his wrists into his own pillow, forcefully, driving your hips down at the same time, abruptly releasing Yoongi’s tongue and hissing right into his mouth, not letting him escape your hot breath.

Life is about balance, you know.

Slow roll of your lower body and you let go of his wrists, sliding your fingertips up his palm and tracing his fingers, inhaling his shuddering exhale. There was no good word to describe his scent. Not his cologne, but him. Not quite warm, for his hands were usually cold. Soft in comparison to the sharp angles of his chin and cheekbones. Comforting for some reason despite his usually distant, cold expression.

Your hands were always warm.

You kept your demeanor razor-sharp, pricking anyone that tried to get too close.

You felt the calluses on the pads of his fingers.

You opened your eyes.

Yoongi smirked, open-mouthed and teasing.

You lifted your head and slid your hands off his, onto the pillows, and then the angle was better, more fulfilling and intense, easier to clench around him and drive his hard cock in deeper, almost in pain but not quite, harder, clawing your nails into his pillows, looking down at him, watching his eyes close and his lustful sigh escape him, smile on his face, not hiding his pleasure, unafraid.

You tilted your head.

Tightened your jaw and all around him.

Fucked him into his bed until you were breathless.

And kept going, anchoring your knees into the mattress, your hands curling into fists and punching into the soft pillows, so focused at each arcing wave of pleasure that you could feel it move through you, the vicious high prickling through your veins and making your muscles scream, crushing tension threatening to push you over the brink, his low moan catching your ear and you looked up, your messy hair covering half of your face.

His own hair was a chaos of black waves that rose as Yoongi lifted his head, lashes lowered, breathing out your name like hot smoke.

Ghost of a sly smile on his seductive lips.

“You get sexier every time we fuck.”

Maybe he was mocking you, but you stared into his eyes and it didn’t feel like that at all.

You sucked in a sharp breath, the dryness of your throat stinging you.

The drop.

It hit you too hard and too fast, stamping the air out of your lungs and leaving you on the edge of ecstasy, your head snapping back and eyes squeezing shut, seeing nothing and feeling everything, throbbing rush of orgasm torrenting through your ribcage and all around him, rigid and hard and alive, and then you heard Yoongi hiss, the immediate fwump of his head hitting the pillow and his wanton moan, his hands shooting up to your hips and digging his fingers into them, pinning you down to his jerking length.

Roughness, harshness, opening your eyes to see Yoongi breathing out, shuddering at the high.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Hard.

“It’s infuriating how handsome your orgasm face is,” you panted.

Yoongi didn’t open his eyes.

His just chuckled, dark and low.

-

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

“Seven billion plus people on this earth,” Yoongi hummed as he sliced the pork belly. “And you want me to believe only one person out there is the one for me?” His hand paused and he raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged.

He ticked his head, pocketing a small scoff in his cheek. “The likelihood of meeting said person is extremely low, not to mention in some cases downright impossible for some due to the cost of travel. What if your soulmate lives across the world? How will be even know without travelling there? And then there’s the cultural, societal, and personal biases that interfere with the very nature of soulmates, for how can you have an open mind about other human beings when you’re too busy being shallow and trying to mold others into an impossible ideal?”

He glanced at you, setting the knife down.

You pushed the bowl of thick-grained sea salt towards him.

Silence.

“You believe?” he asked softly.

You shook your head.

“No.”

His fingers picked up the salt and he rubbed it into the meat generously.

“It’s fine if you do.”

You half-smiled. “I don’t. I think soulmates are an idea created by greedy companies to push society towards heedless consumption of various services to perfect oneself but then those same companies create a paradox by constantly changing the idea of perfection. It’s an endless hamster wheel, and the concept of soulmates is only one spoke of many. And, anyway, isn't the idea of soulmates simply a response to the fear of the unknown? A certainty created by the human condition to console that fear. Someone to believe in. And, as we all know, at the center of believe is a lie.”

More silence.

Yoongi slowly nodded, pensive.

“Then arranged marriage or matchmaking in the previous generation is better?”

“I don’t really believe external influences should have much impact on someone that you are vowing to be committed to.”

“We have responsibilities as sons or daughters, though.”

He turned and washed his hands, body no longer facing you. The profile of a chef. He was good with the knife and he knew how to prep the meat. Practiced and calm.

“My dad told me I should just focus on being happy over anything else.”

Yoongi smiled, pouring oil into the deep pan. “He’s right.”

“He also said I fucked up big when I broke up with Taehyung and that no one will ever love me again.”

“Ah. He was trying to make you feel better.”

You both waited. Minutes passed. The meat was lifted with metal tongs and then placed into the scorching hot oil, gradually searing the outside to a golden brown before Yoongi would eventually remove it and place it onto the grated oven sheet to bake and become crispy pork belly.

“Love dads. They’re great,” you commented dryly.

The head of long hair turned, dark waves wisping over fair-skinned cheekbones and a half-smile.

“You’re not happy right now?”

In an oversized cream t-shirt and black sweatpants, holding a pair of tongs, meat sizzling and popping below Min Yoongi’s amused grin and dark brown orbs that sparkled knowingly.

You felt something.

A little twist of the knife right to the heart. It came and it went, swift and jarring, but you were sure that it was there. Certain that you experienced it, even though there was no evidence left behind.

You stared back.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” was your answer.

Yoongi turned back to the meat, turning it. “It’s a useful skill to have. I should at least know how to make your favorite food.” He shrugged. “Crispy pork belly is easy anyway.”

“I can make it on my own.”

“You might like mine more.”

“I haven’t eaten yours.”

“Hence the events transpiring right here, right now.”

It was pretty good.

You hadn’t made your own recently, so you told him you would have to get back to him of whether or not you liked his more. He said that was fine. His playful smile was a little suspicious though.

-

You walked past the glass cabinet in your dining room.

You were holding scissors.

Paused.

Opened it and reached to the back, turning the teacup so the bird graphic was visible behind the orange glass blown vase. Pulled your hand back and looked at it. The whole thing, all kinds of delicate trinkets inside the clear glass, various gifts from various points in your life.

History.

You closed the door and went back to your bedroom to cut the tag off so you could get dressed.

-

“What do you look like when you want to seduce someone?”

You blinked slowly. “What?”

“What,” Min Yoongi repeated calmly, tucking his hands into his black trouser pockets. “Do you look like when you want to seduce someone?”

“What does that have to do with wedding guest attire?”

“Nothing really. I’m just curious.”

You were also wearing black slacks, high-waisted unlike Yoongi’s, and paired with a white crop top and charcoal gray denim jacket two sizes too big. A different vibe compared to his red plaid shirt over a branded white t-shirt. Him, sneakers. You, thick-soled black boots with a zipper down the side so you could get out of them easily when trying on dresses for that wedding you weren’t originally going to until Yoongi mentioned that he needed assistance in picking out clothes since he didn’t really have anything for the same wedding he was also invited to.

You looked over the racks, seeing a black, figure-hugging minidress with extremely thin straps and a mesh overlay.

“Something like that. Simple black heels. With a longline blazer over it, possibly with statement lapels, unique fabric, or some other standout aspect about it.”

Those dark, cat-like eyes went from the dress to you.

“I’ve never seen you wear something like that. Not even when Taehyung brought you around.”

You thought you would feel a sting of pain hearing his name, but, nothing.

“That kind of style would contrast too much with his.”

“So?”

“He is the model.”

Yoongi blinked slowly, staring at you until you felt uncomfortable.

“That dress with the jacket and boots you’re wearing now.”

He ticked his head.

“It’d look good.”

You looked back, holding his gaze for several seconds.

Then you went over to the rack and picked up the black dress.

-

His eyes told you, see, I told you it would look good.

Yoongi didn’t say anything because he shouldn’t be in the dressing room with you and he most certainly shouldn’t be sliding his hands up your thighs and leaning in to kiss you. Remarkably silent, like two shadows conversing, your bodies meshed into each other, tongue to tongue, breathing into his mouth as his nails dragged across your ass, bunching up the black dress from barely covering you ass to no longer covering it.

You concluded that you should at least buy it after if you were about to defile it like this.

Yoongi slid his tongue into your mouth and smiled against your lips as you sucked on it, hard.

Turned his hand and slid it between your legs, his shoulder pinning your body into the wall, the mirror behind him reflecting his back and part of your face shrouded by his long black hair.

“What?”

“Come in with me.”

Raised eyebrows. “Hah?”

“Are you scared you’ll be too loud and give us away, Yoongi?”

Narrowed eyes, taking on your challenge.

So far, so good. The loudest noise was his fingers sliding into your wet pussy and going in and out.

Your gaze flickered from the mirror to his face, warning him.

He switched tactics and rubbed your clit instead.

You let go of his tongue and clenched your teeth, the buckling weight of sensitivity threatening, but he stifled any sound you could have made with his lips. Darkness, your eyes squeezed shut, tensing up at the constant, steady rubbing. It would have been unbearable if Yoongi started with too fast of a pace, but he didn’t, slowly building the inescapable pressure into shivering pleasure, his other hand against the wall to anchor your bodies, your breath getting thin, your hips moving with his hand, the dress that you hadn’t purchased yet scrunched up at your waist, slickness clinging to your inner thighs, sweet scent of sex rising between you and him.

He exhaled into your mouth, hot and hazy.

Following his fingers, intensifying the rhythm with your hips pushing back against his strength.

Silent moan into his throat, your eyes opening slightly and his too, connected under the shadow of lashes.

Closer.

The music in the store was very loud but you heard nothing, only the quiet labored breathing between you and Yoongi, strands of his hair brushing against your cheek, electricity stinging over your skin, pleasure and excitement.

Your head tipped back and his followed.

Your eyes closed again.

His lips leaving yours, and yet no sound leaving your throat, your resolve caging it all in.

“Cum for me,” he whispered under his breath, barely audible.

You bit your lip and sucked in a tight breath, tension from jaw to thighs, and then your hips bucked against his insistent fingers, legs shaking and gripping his wrist, the wicked flinch of orgasm radiating through you and followed by rough, rippling pulses, cum sliding down your inner thighs and his hand.

Mute bliss.

The dressing room was pretty small.

Yoongi let your ride the throbbing high until you stilled.

Then he kneeled down and lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, hot tongue to hotter wetness, and your hand automatically grabbed his head, sinking your fingers into his soft hair, chewing on your lip to avoid making any noise as he licked you off and you rode his face.

You pushed those black waves back, looking down.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, cocky expression solely in his eyes.

You bought the dress.

The initial mission was not completed, but the executive decision was made to not give a fuck.

-

“You don’t like this kind of stuff?”

For the first time, those cat-like eyes faltered and glanced down at the intricately plated steak placed on a specialty cutting board with a raw edge, accompanied by a wine glass, well-designed silverware, pale gray linen napkins and white sateen Egyptian cotton tablecloth.

He hesitated, which was very unlike Min Yoongi.

Then he looked up and didn’t answer your question.

“I’m not Kim Taehyung and I will never be.”

Over candlelight, you gazed back at him.

“I know. That’s why I was the one to invite you to this restaurant instead of you bringing me here.”

Yoongi tilted his head, and he was very much himself once more. Discerning, reading your body language, taking in the details of your outfit. The longline blazer with the black satin lapels and red brocade. Your hair swept to the side. Striking smoked-out eye makeup with red stained lips. Silver ring of a skull and a snake on your left middle finger.

Tiny, tight, black minidress with a mesh overlay underneath.

“I heard you have expensive taste,” you hummed.

His chin ticked downward and a flash of sheepishness came and went through his expression.

“Calling me out, huh.”

“You can have whatever you want if you’re ambitious enough.”

Those eyes darted to yours and he smiled.

That smile meant something.

As if it was asking you, are you?

“I will admit, these restaurants modelled after Western high class is slightly pretentious,” he commented, keeping his tone light.

“It’s accurate, then.”

And now Yoongi laughed.

Not loud, because he never laughed loudly. A little raspy, as if he was not used to it, almost exasperated but amused at the same time, the kind of laugh that made his cheekbones puff up and his eyes crinkle, flash of pink gums and white teeth in his smile.

You smiled back.

You thought it would feel weird, but mostly it felt right.

-

You wondered if you would count the seconds, minutes, days, months.

You wondered if it would feel weird.

You wondered if you had made a mistake.

You stood in your dining room, leaning against the table, thinking about it. The songs he used to play for you, you didn’t listen to anymore. The parks you used to frequent with him, you didn’t visit anymore. The flowers you both used to stop and appreciate, you walked past now, ignoring them.

You used to stare at Taehyung for hours, because he was so beautiful.

And now you even didn’t think of him until you walked in this room.

You raised your head.

In front of you the glass cabinet, and your reflection.

It would have been more romantic if you were wretched, maybe. In a large t-shirt you had taken from him, with tears down your face, glittering in the overhead light, slowly sinking to floor, into the shadows of your dining table and chairs, and, in your windows, twilight slipping into the darkness of night as you thought of him.

Instead, it was a cloudy afternoon and you were wearing a black velvet shirtdress with a waist tie and Min Yoongi’s borrowed leather jacket that you used last time when you came home late.

You wondered if you were supposed to have a longer period of mourning.

You wondered.

You wondered if you were supposed to lurk Taehyung’s Instagram to see what he was up to lately.

You reached up and opened the glass cabinet.

Pulled the teacup forward so it was visible, in front of the orange glass-blown vase. The small bird and the leaves gleaming against white porcelain, reminding you of Yoongi’s skin after he showered, droplets clinging to his cheekbone and jaw, his wet black hair pushed back as he leaned in, smile on his lips when they touched yours.

You felt guilty for not feeling strongly about it all.

That was strange, wasn’t it? Wasn’t there supposed to be a moment when you were looking back fondly on the memories, reminiscing about that past romance, that first love that you were sure of now? You knew people treasured those moments. Not just in movies, but in real life too. You heard the stories of friends lamenting beside you, daydreaming about what it was like back then, even those in complete and fulfilling relationships.

Drunk on nostalgia.

You adjusted the teacup so it was perfectly in the center of the saucer.

There it was, displayed at the center of the cabinet.

Expensive, beautiful, and unused.

Forgotten until you saw it again.

You closed the door.

-

“What are you watching?” Yoongi asked as he approached.

You were standing at the bus stop, waiting for him. You plucked out one of your earbuds.

“UFC.”

He blinked slowly. “Hah?”

“You mentioned it the other day and I was reminded that it’s been a while since I’ve kept up with it.” You pocketed your electronics, sliding them into your bag and zipping it shut. “I watched all the high profile matches when I was in high school.”

His eyebrows raised. “Your parents paid for pay-per-view?”

“I knew my way around the internet.”

He snickered. “Tsk tsk.”

“Come on. This is our bus.”

-

You held his hand.

You felt his head shift. He looked down and then up. Silence, except for the sounds of the street, the loud chatter of patrons, and the sizzle of hot oil inside the street stall. Orders were being called out in a firm, clear voice. Kids laughed and crowded around, small hands grasping paper cups and long sticks of rice cake and sausage drenched in savory red sauce.

You held Min Yoongi’s cold hand and warmed it with yours, waiting patiently.

“I used to come here as a kid,” you chuckled. “With my friends, counting up our allowance, and then annoying the cashier with too many coins.” You pointed across the street. “There used to be an arcade there, facing the market. I bet the workers got tired of wiping up after our sticky hands.”

He squeezed your hand.

Your heartbeat fluttered in your chest.

You turned your head and saw Yoongi glancing over to where you gestured.

He was smiling, somewhat ruefully and in agreement.

“Back in the day, huh.”

“What, were you one of those cram school kids?”

His head turned and the cool breeze caught the edges of his black hair, curling it against his cheek, his stark profile contrasting the grey sky and dead leaves scattered on worn asphalt, wearing a black bomber jacket with white dragons on it, dark grey sweatshirt under, black slacks, and monochrome sneakers.

Yoongi gave you a look, raised eyebrow and pursed lips, wordlessly asking, are you serious?

“No, I was playing basketball and making music instead of doing homework.”

You hummed. “Can safely say your hobbies became more indicative of your future than mine. All of my arcade tricks of jiggling the controls have not become applicable skills for adulthood.”

“Are you sure?” Yoongi asked, almost innocently.

Almost.

You narrowed your eyes at him and the employee called your name, letting you know your deep-fried swirly potato-on-a-stick was ready.

His long hair was getting all over his face.

“Why didn’t you wear a beanie?”

Yoongi shrugged.

“You like when my hair gets messy.”

-

You dragged his hair over his face and sank your fingers into it, thrusting your hips up and tipping your head back, shocking pleasure rippling through your tense muscles, succumbing to the intoxicating high, breathing out, hot exhale and smoldering lust.

Yoongi clenched the right side of his jaw and stared down at you, the tendons on his neck standing out.

He was trying to resist it.

Your tongue slowly traced your open lips, ending with a smirk.

His torso shivered against your thighs, pushing his hips forward, deeper, wet and tight and pulsing, all around, suffocating salient sensation that drove him insane, or at least he looked the part, harder, his hair cascading down over his eyes and his cheeks, open mouth, heavy pants, following the rhythm of your body, the muscles of his shoulders trembling, closer, finding his dark eyes in the shadows of those strands, daring you to look away.

You didn’t.

You felt him.

The high so high, the air so electric, and you didn’t look away, lifting your hips to meet his in a loud smack, clenching around his twitching cock, the ecstasy of orgasm prickling all over your nerves, his name and your name mixing in husky whispers, breathless from the intensity.

Yoongi pushed back his hair, exhaling hard.

His forehead leaned against yours.

“Hah… You have a surprising amount of power in that sexy body of yours…”

“No, you.”

He laughed gruffly at your quick response, tickling your chin with his breath.

“I’m tired,” you declared.

He was so close that you could count his eyelashes.

“Then stay here.”

You stared into his eyes.

You never stayed before. Eventually, when there was no more to do, you went home. The same apartment. The same furnishings. The same routine that was becoming so mundane, so brainless, so pointless, because what was the point of experiencing life’s small comforts on your own when next time, next time, you could…

You didn’t say anything.

You bent your arm and reached over to above your shoulder, finding his hand and wrapping your fingers around it.

It was so simple.

“Don’t regret it,” you whispered, squeezing his hand.

He raised an eyebrow. You felt it more than saw it.

“I thought it was obvious?”

“We should… at least say it once.”

It would be said more than once. Many times.

The first time was just the one to start off forever. You didn’t wait for him.

“I love you.”

Yoongi lifted his head so you could see him say it. He didn’t hesitate.

“I love you. I mean it.”

-

Red lips.

Red dress.

Dark red, high collar, billowy long sleeves, backless. The fabric clung to your hips, accompanying high side slit to expose a flash of leg. Hair swept to the side with long dangling earrings, red gems in a teardrop shape.

Silver ring of a skull surrounded by a snake on your left middle finger.

Min Yoongi rested his arm around your waist, his hand loosely on your hip.

Dark red shirt with a notched collar, black slacks, and his keys with the white tag keyring jangling on his belt loop. He carried his blazer over his shoulder, somewhat surprised that it was warm in the venue, but that was probably due to the number of people crowded in there, everyone busy congratulating the newlyweds.

You saw Kim Taehyung.

In a dark teal three-piece suit, standing next to his girlfriend wearing a forest green dress that suited her long hair and elegant figure. He spotted you and your eyes connected.

He almost looked away.

You smiled and nodded.

Taehyung paused, and then he smiled back.

“You want to say hi?”

“No.”

“Hm, I was looking forward to you telling him how much better I am at fucking.”

You almost snorted.

“I can’t say something like that at a wedding, Yoongi.”

“You can. I believe in you know the exact Korean words to express your satisfaction.”

You didn’t even bother giving him the side-eye this time.

“You’re cruel.”

“We all are, sometimes.”

“I’m about to be cruel to you in this dress.”

“Oh, good. I was beginning to lose hope.”

You smirked, turning your head, and Yoongi smirked back, open-mouthed and playful, yours, and you had wondered, how would I know, but you just knew, and how you knew was over time, over touches, over conversation, over moments that you thought meant nothing but, actually, they were all scenes of a movie that only you and Min Yoongi could make.

--

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[boneinator]

Hope this doesn’t bother you a lot, but can we get some headcanons of the teachers? I was curios about ur vision for them

Dw it doesn't bother me !! I love getting asks ^^

Anyway it's going under read more bc this feels like a long one

Sketch

• she/they enby, omnisexual (<- me when I'm projecting)

• mentor figure for the newer teachers

• gives drawings and crafts as gifts, might or might not have various voodoo dolls

• uses Colin as a monitor for digital art

Tony

• he/him, bisexual

• you CANNOT tell me he doesn't drink tea 24/7. Most British mf I have ever seen

• weird hearing, very sensitive to loud sounds but can barely hear normal talking tones. Applies to his own voice too so that's why he screams a lot

• kind of an inferiority complex for the decaying use of clocks over technology lol

Shrignold

• gay and homophobic idgaf

• aware of the harm he's doing but genuinely loves his cult- "family" a lot

• likes telenovelas, granny type of beat

Colin

• he/it Libramasc, pansexual (here I am, projecting once again)

• has haphephobia but is working on it (this one might as well be canon idk)

• everyone has a computer day, so even if you see him every day you only get screentime once a year

• autism 🫵

• his tail is retractable

• has SO MANY viruses, that's why he glitches and talks slow

Healthy band

• doing them all together bc how can you think of them alone :[ don't separate them

• common fanon of them being a family ykn the drill

• their "birthday" (or date of release lol) is actually fridge and steaks anniversary

• depending on the day they either make the most rancid bizarre food or a 5 stars, Gordon Ramsay approved meal

• running on the same luck, fridge can either be filled with normal groceries, nothing (you have to buy groceries) or gore. Like those are his guts leave him alone

• everyone hiding inside fridge is apparently a normal bonding experience

• bread boy is transfem !! (Should we start calling her something different?)

• spinach is also a she/they enby, nobody in here isn't lgbtq

Lamp

• he/him but doesn't really care, pansexual

• has been trying to be sober but he's already very fucked up, that's why he's like That™ in the TV show

• the other teachers we see in his episode are his party friends

• absolutely watches the others dreams, likes to bother them about what they mean

★ ok now the TV show ones

Briefcase

• has an absurd amount of skills, barbie kind of ridiculous

• lives with his brother and sustains them both

• workaholic

• was mr.petersons before red guy

• actually not that bad he's just really fast paced, genuinely just lost the trio on the fabric

Coffin

• he/him goth gf <3

• doesn't like music AT ALL. And is very mean about it

• besties with the tissue box !!

• originally only used his hush tone for work but it slowly morphed into his normal voice

• pretty bad PTSD

• very kind with kids and people in general tbh, it might be something useful for his job but it's just how he is really

Lily and Todney

• I don't think about them a lot sorry

• they know what they are doing and that their whole family dynamic is pretty fucked but they genuinely just really want a mom tho ,,,

Warren the wo-Eagle

• genuinely just hate him so I don't think about him a lot either lol

• had no power over the trio because he was fired and not technically a teacher anymore

• his whole Thing (ykn) comes from bullying and a feeling of inferiority. He still sucks tho

Mr.Transport

• well. I guess I just don't think a lot about the newer teachers

• was actually a really nice teacher before still going to work at 120 years old

• nobody really liked him but he was the other's only way of going outside the house so they endured him

• there was a fight over his will. People died

Electracey

• she/they enby n°3, lesbian

• really scared to touch her batteries now, has caused her to get cranky but still refuse to change them until forced

• puts up light shows for her friends

• huge sci-fi and videogames in general fan

• Colin's cousin. Actually all electronics are related

• wanted to be a music teacher but her biology said no

★ this is more of a general one but all of them are somewhere in the aroace spectrum !! I think it comes with the object nature. I have not defined where all of them fall tho

That's it I think. This is so long I am so sorry I just enjoy them a lot so I have a lot of thoughts

[wakeupthemembersofbylernation]

It’s really funny when you think of season 4 basically being a tragicomedy where two fruity disasters are engaged in a dance of who can miscommunicate the most. They both are actually on the same page with a desire to go crazy together and be a team but they assume the other boy is reading an entirely different book. Mike goes to Cali frazzled with a million chaotic thoughts, his confusion and flustered heart barely concealed by his Big Bird core outfit.

I have a girlfriend and I’m supposed to love her. Of course I love her, she’s my girlfriend! She’s El! She has superpowers! She’s changed my life! Yes, stick to the script! I can’t wait to meet her friends she’s been telling me about and also to meet Will 😍. Wait, why did I just get flustered? It’s just Will. My friend. Will Byers. WHO HAS APPARENTLY BEEN MAKING A PAINTING FOR A MYSTERIOUS GIRL?!? I wonder what that’s about. Actually I don’t wanna know. It’s fine. Oh my God, he got hot. Why did he get hot? Wait, don’t think that. That’s weird. He’s a boy. He’s Will. Act calm. Be normal. Uhhh. hi 😍 😍😍 Wait, why isn’t he showing me that? Does he hate me? Of course he does. Why wouldn’t he?

Meanwhile Will, with no idea about Mike’s internal monologue, is extremely eager and happy to see his best friend again and is utterly confused why he is being so weird and not hugging him and why his outfit is so questionable. I guess he doesn’t care about anything I have to say anymore. I’m so stupid. Why did I make this painting and bring it to this airport like a loser? He doesn’t want to see it. Which is literally the opposite of the truth. And then things start happening too fast to process anything, and everyone’s talking fast, and El is flagrantly lying to Mike and it’s quite disturbing. Why would she do that? Friends don’t lie. This can’t end well.

And then at the roller rink Will is in tragic yearning mode while also keenly aware that a fire is brewing and wanting to put out the fire before it hurts both his sister and his best friend, both of whom he loves dearly. But Mike is oblivious to all of this while in his feelings about Will, paying absurdly close attention to Will “moping and rolling his eyes,” interpreting things in the wrong way. And then he shoots up like a gopher on adderall when Will tells him they need to talk about El because something is terribly wrong- which would be crystal clear if Mike wasn’t hyperfocused on Will’s every mood swing- and he refuses to believe it until it becomes undeniable, choosing instead to address what is clearly on his mind significantly more than his actual girlfriend on a theoretical date. And they have a high school musical coded fight in the middle of the building, entirely misunderstanding where the other boy is coming from, and it just leaves them more flustered, frustrated, and confused. But because they are incapable of personal space, it doesn’t make them drift apart physically. They stand side by side as El absolutely decks Angela to Will’s shellshocked sinking feeling of “This is my fault. I should have prevented this from happening,” and Mike’s feeling of horror and shock and, “Where did any of this come from? I just got here.”

And then later on El and Mike have their fight about him not being able to say I love you, which is confusing and full of gaslighting and contradictions and is super messy no matter how the cake is sliced, but Will is not there for any of this, so he has no reason to believe El and Mike are on the rocks. Because why would they be? He heard Mike say I love you to a room full of their friends a year ago. And Mike is clearly dealing with so many internal thoughts and conflicted feelings that he won’t share with the class- with the class being both Will and the audience- so post el’s arrest and post her “superhero” journey we have to watch Byler have these incredibly coded conversations that get increasingly more chaotic. Mike’s basically like, “Yeah bestie I’m not sure about this whole macaroni and cheese thing and I don’t know if me and El are really right for each other, you know? It was prolly like dumb luck or something, but you’re the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me, Will, and I think we should work together as a team, as best friends, as lovers- wait, who said that? Anyway, what do you think, my totally platonic bestie?”

All this as [tender, emotional music] plays. And Will, even though it destroys him inside, is extraordinarily selfless, and is basically like, “I’m sure you and El will work things out and talk through whatever’s happening. You love each other. You are perfect for each other. And I will always be here to reassure you.” And Mike’s like, “That’s not how I envisioned this convo going. Are you sure?” And while holding back tears, Will’s like, “Of course I’m sure! Why wouldn’t I be sure? Look at this painting I made you.” And Mike’s like “Wow 😍😍😍 did you make that for me?” And Will’s like, “Sure did! Actually El basically did. She commissioned it.” And Mike is like, “Oh. Okay. It’s still really beautiful tho. Which of course it is. Because you made it. But I… I’m confused. But I don’t fully understand why I’m confused. I’m glad El needs me! I think?”

Meanwhile, Byler literally wants the same things, they both deeply desire and love each other, but they don’t know how the other feels. And if they both paused for one second, were fully honest with each other, and stopped speaking in code, things would fall into place. And they could walk hand in hand, crazy together, into the apocalypse.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Hiii I hope that you're doing good and drank enough water today <33

Can I request headcanons for Michael, Henrietta and Pete with a s/o who is a nanny and often somehow ends up with two or three babies at their house?

If not it's fine of course!

Have a great day <33

Ah, yes. You most absolutely can request that

I hope this is what you were looking for! I’ve gotten a little rusty, so please feel free to let me know if I’m way off course here 😅

Warnings: There are none

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Henrietta:

- Oof

- Oofies

- Henrietta does not like kids, so when she showed up to your house and watched you wrangle 3 toddlers by yourself, she had half a mind to just turn around and come back later

- Alas, as soon as you took note of her standing there, you greeting her so sweetly, she just couldn’t leave you there to deal with all of that by yourself

- So despite Henrietta’s distaste for kids, she’d lend a hand, doing the absolute bare minimum with the most dramatic scowl on her face

- You couldn’t help but laugh and kiss her cheek every so often, teasing her about the future of your relationship and the change of mind she might have

- Until one of the kids tipped their full cup of juice onto her dress…

- Yeah, maybe not

- Henrietta does know what she’s doing, though, and won’t actively let the kids cause harm to themselves or each other by distracting them with some music

- If she ever finds the picture you’ve taken of her with the kids sitting quietly beside her while listening to the songs, she’d have your head on a stake in her front yard

- And after they’ve all been sent home, you’d have to turn right around and babysit your poor girlfriend’s psyche because it has been RUINED by the kids

- Would you ever get to relax? 🙄

Pete:

- Welp

- When you needed help, Pete didn’t think twice about rushing over without even asking what it is you’d need help with

- Upon seeing the set of kids all tugging at your shirt and crying for your attention, he’d act without thinking, immediately drawing their hands away

- Of course, they’d just turn their attention to Pete, but it gave you the few minutes of peace you needed in order to make them some snacks and refill their drinks

- While you werenin the kitchen, your boyfriend had no problem occupying the children with some toys that had been brought for them to play with

- Bringing in the snacks, you’d give Pete a peck on the cheek as a thank you

- And when the children were all settled, snacking away happily, Pete would tease you for running a mini zoo as a part time job

- Nap time was so easy for you

- For Pete, not so much, because as soon as you both sat on the couch, he was flooded by toddlers using him as a bed

- The experience would definitely make him think of you as a parent, and he didn’t seem so worried about your future kids anymore

- When the kids got picked up, that’s when it became nap time for you and Pete

- After the day you two have had, Pete would like to revel in the childlessness for a little bit longer, soaking up the quiet

Michael:

- Oh, you are just in for a treat

- Michael actually really likes kids, so much so that he comes ready with games and activities for the tots

- Seeing as you had to babysit for your neighbor, you accepted his invite to help out readily, glad to have someone on your side

- You might as well go on ahead and sit down because he’s got it

- Even when you think he’s going to tip over because all the kids wanted to climb him like a tree, he’s got it

- Lunch time is super easy because Michael’s probably ordered a pizza for the kids, so the only thing you need to worry about is feeding them

- If he has his guitar, yes, he is playing it for the kids (you had no idea that he knew to play Baa Baa Black Sheep, but it was kinda cute)

- Nap time for the kiddos is right around the corner, and seeing them curled around your boyfriend on the floor made your heart swell

- While they napped, you and Michael would relax and watch over them, making sure nothing happened

- This is when he’d lament that he couldn’t wait to have kids with you, seeing just how great you were with babysitting

- When the kids left, you’d tidy up the small messes they’ve made that day

- And Michael would help willingly, hoping that you knew he was serious about your earlier conversation

[kit-walk3r]

Hi! I'd like to request an angsty and hurt/comfort fic about Kit Walker x female reader please

The reader would have been trapped inside Briarcliff when she was just a kid or so and would be in there for over ten years now. As such she has no sense of hope for a better future nor has she a feeling of knowledge or belonging to the outside world anymore, and so deep down she fears ever getting out of there. The plot point would be Kit really being there for her and giving back to her her sense of purpose in life again.

I hope this is okay, thank you so much for it!

Hey anon! This prompt is great, thank you! Always happy to write more Kit stuff

Hope, Love and Warmth (Kit Walker x fem!reader)

You’d lost all hope for a better future, until you met Kit Walker

Warnings: not many, very brief mention of canon corporal punishment, depression themes

Note: Similar to a Kit fic I wrote before I haven’t given specifics as to why the reader is in Briarcliff, only the age they were admitted. Feel free to come up with your own reason!

You were sat alone in the corner of the common room, as usual, picking at the loose threads on your chair and humming quietly to yourself. You never interacted with anyone in Briarcliff, having learned at the young age of thirteen that it was better to keep to yourself than socialise with the ‘riff raff’ (a phrase you had heard the guards use many times). You preferred the quiet, and the far away corner from all the commotion was the best you were going to get.

The double doors next to you opened and you looked up to see a young man, potentially around your age, came in, dressed only in a hospital gown and looking dazed and confused. You watched as he staggered around, flinching at every loud sound, looking incredibly overwhelmed. You felt a pang of sadness for him. He was clearly new and had no idea what he was in for. You sympathised with him already.

You watched as Shelley, one of the more provocative residents, approached him and gave him a slap on the behind. You sighed, shaking your head. Of course Shelley would be the first to show attention to the new guy. He pushed her off easy enough, however, and continued his exploration of the common room, if you could call it that. Your eyes continued to follow him as he wandered, and you winced as you saw him approach the music box, reaching out to turn it off. That would only make things worse for him. Thankfully, Grace stepped in to stop him.

You didn’t mind Grace, in fact she was probably the most tolerable person in here. You rarely spoke to her (you rarely spoke to anyone) but she was nice and you noticed how she would try to help people when needed, just what she was doing right now with the new guy. He was in good hands with Grace.

Grace and Kit were interrupted by another patient. You could barely hear the conversation from across the room, just the occasional couple of words. Bloody Face, skinned alive, colour. You’d heard of Bloody Face, of course you had. Ever since it was announced he was being transferred here he was all anyone seemed to talk about. And here he supposedly was. You just didn’t expect him to be so… young, or naive. This guy didn’t strike you as a killer.

A fight was quick to break out between the two and you looked away, sighing. This was only going to end badly for the new guy. A fight on your first day? He was sure to get more lashings. And sure enough, in came Sister Jude, flanked by two guards who, with no hesitation, marched straight over to an already bloody Kit Walker and knocked him unconscious with one smack of their baton. Then, they simply dragged his limp body out of the common room.

You frowned. No matter how long you’d been here it still hurt to see how barbaric this place really was. You did your best to stay out of trouble, and usually succeeded, but when others did not your heart hurt for them as you watched them be punished. This time was no different.

- - -

Kit and Grace were sat together on one of the old, battered sofas in the common room, Grace giving Kit a rundown of all the inmates in Briarcliff.

You were in your usual position, curled up in the corner.

“Who’s that?” Kit asked, pointing in your direction. Grace turned around to see who he was pointing at, and half smiled when she saw that it was you.

“That’s Y/N,” Grace told him. “She’s been in Briarcliff longer than half the people in here. Got admitted when she was just thirteen.”

“Thirteen?” Kit’s voice was laced with a combination of confusion and disgust. “What did a thirteen year old do to get locked up in a place like this? Is it even legal for a thirteen year old to be in a place like this?”

Grace just shrugged, lighting a cigarette. She took a drag before handing it over to Kit, who accepted it gratefully. “No one knows, she barely talks to anyone,” she explained. “Even I’ve only spoken to her a handful of times. Nice girl, just likes to keep to herself.”

Kit watched you for a moment before allowing Grace to continue explaining the other patients.

- - -

You were once again doing your usual thing, sat picking at the loose threads on your chair, when someone sat down next to you. It was Kit. He offered you a smile when you looked at him, but instead of returning it you just looked back at the chair arm and continued what you were doing.

“Uh, hi,” Kit awkwardly greeted. You didn’t say anything, or even look at him. “I’m Kit,” he introduced himself.

“Bloody Face,” you muttered, voice quiet as you looked up at him with an arched eyebrow.

“I’m not him,” Kit said defensively.

You looked back at Kit before shrugging. “I know.”

Kit’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “But you just said-”

Cutting Kit off, you got up out of your chair and simply walked away.

Kit watched you leave, confusion evident on his face at your blunt exit.

- - -

The next day Kit joined you again. “Hi,” he greeted.

You merely hummed in response, not looking up as usual. You were once again picking at the seam of the chair, and had managed to make a hole.

Your lack of conversation didn’t defer Kit from your company, instead it made him more interested and compelled to sit with you. He tried again to make conversation.

“What did you mean yesterday when you said I wasn’t Bloody Face?” Kit asked, intrigued. “You said I was him literally seconds before.”

You looked up from the hole in the chair to meet Kit’s curious gaze. “I’ve seen a lot of psychos and killers come through here. You’re not one of them.” You said, finally giving him some sort of conversation.

It was true, in the almost ten years you had been in Briarcliff you had seen many killers come through here, similar to Kit’s situation where they were just shipped off to the institution until ready to stand trial. You’d observed them, seen how they reacted around others, how they spoke and carried themselves. Kit seemed different from all of them.

“Thanks, I guess,” Kit drawled. There was a pause, as if he didn’t know what to say next. “You, uh, you got a name?” Of course Kit knew your name from Grace, but he wanted to hear it from you personally.

You did the exact same thing as the previous day. You got up and walked away.

And the same as yesterday, Kit watched you walk away in confusion.

- - -

It seemed that Kit was not going to leave you alone.

The following day he came up to you again, but instead of taking a seat next to you he extended his hand and showed you the couple of chess pieces he was holding. “Fancy a game?”

You looked at the pieces in his hand before tilting your gaze up to see the hopeful look on Kit’s face. You just knew this guy wasn’t going to give up and sighed in defeat. “Fine,” you agreed, and Kit grinned.

You didn’t get up to go over to one of the tables hosting the chess boards, so instead Kit quickly dragged one over so the two of you could play in your usual spot, much to one of the nun’s annoyance.

You watched Kit as he set up the pieces on the board. He was an enigma. He was in probably one of the worst places in the whole world, this was your own personal hell, and yet he still had an air of… compassion and love surrounding him, something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He stood out amongst the other inmates, those who weren’t already insane soon began to lose their reality, the dark and dreary nature of Briarcliff effectively cutting out any positive thoughts or feelings. You’d have thought that someone as warm as Kit would have had that nature beaten out of them the second they stepped foot in this place, especially from the multiple canings you’d already noticed he’d undertaken, but no, that compassion still remained. You could tell, from how he didn’t seem to want you to be alone in here.

The two of you began to play your game. It was nice, you realised, having some company. You’d kept to yourself for so long that you forgot what it was like to actually be in the presence of someone else and enjoy it. There was no conversation between you two, just quietly playing the game, but conversation wasn’t needed. It was a comfortable silence.

You won in the end and Kit groaned at your crushing victory. “Damn, you’re good,” he chuckled, and you simply smiled in response, earning a similar one from Kit. He began to pack up the board. “So, you ever gonna tell me your name?”

You thought for a moment, before deciding that there was no harm in telling him. “Y/N,” you answered, and Kit grinned in victory.

- - -

Chess became the norm between the two of you, always in the same spot in the corner of the common room. Since you’d started playing you’d been distracted from pulling at the seams of the chair, and noticed how someone had sewn it back up.

You and Kit didn’t talk much during your games. There was the odd comment from you here and there, but Kit was usually the one doing the talking if there was any. You found that you actually rather enjoyed his company.

“How are you so good at this?” Kit groaned as you won yet another game. “That’s your fourth win in a row.”

You shrugged. “I played a lot of chess when I first came here. I guess it just kinda stuck with me.”

When you first got brought into Briarcliff when you were thirteen you still had a sense of childhood curiosity and innocence. Your spirit had not yet been broken, and you found yourself wanting to get to know the other patients. Admittedly, most of them weren’t great for conversation, but there were a few who you spoke to and would often play a game of chess over conversation. But then the years passed by and your youthful nature disappeared and your spirit was beaten down and broken. You barely functioned as a real person, and all potential you had of a bright future you had always wished for was gone.

You found your mood had soured slightly as you mentioned your earlier years here and decided that you were no longer good company. So, as Kit packed up the board you got up and left, something that was starting to become rather familiar.

- - -

Your mood was slightly brighter the next day and you wanted to apologise to Kit for just walking away. You felt guilty, Kit had only ever been kind and in response you just walked away from him without even a goodbye. It wasn’t fair on him.

As usual he came over to you with a smile, the chess box tucked under his arm as his other hand was holding a cigarette, which Kit brought up to his lips before blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Hey, Y/N,” he greeted, sitting down and setting the board up like he usually did.

“Hey,” you greeted quietly. You watched as Kit stubbed out his cigarette. “I’m sorry for just walking away yesterday.”

Kit’s face softened. “You don’t need to apologise,” he shrugged with an honest smile. “It was fine, really. We’d finished the game anyway.” Kit’s kindness once again shined through. “But you could always let me win to show you mean it?” He grinned cheekily.

“I don’t think so,” you laughed lightly.

“Damn,” Kit chuckled. “I’ll guess I’ll just have to give it my all.”

You still won.

“You’re impossible to beat,” Kit groaned.

“I guess it’s my talent,” you shrugged, and Kit nodded with a slight chuckle.

“Definitely,” he agreed. A silence fell between the two of you, the usual comfortable kind. This was usually the case after a game, but Kit found that this time he wanted to continue the conversation. He didn’t want to scare you off, though, like yesterday, so thought carefully about what he was about to say.

“Do you wanna hear a story about how I tried to run away from home as a child?”

- - -

It was as if Kit’s ridiculous story broke the ice, and after that the two of you started having proper talks, as opposed to the chess game then silence. You still played chess, but it was now often paired with conversation as the two of you got to know each other better. They started off as rather shallow things, childhood stories and jokes. Then Kit started talking about his wife, marriage and how hard it had been to conceal it from the world. He talked about how he hadn’t heard from his parents since he was arrested, and didn’t know if it were the Bloody Face accusations or his marriage to a black woman keeping them away. He hoped it was the accusations, but he knew what people were like when it came to those like Alma, and the possibility of his parents not accepting his marriage terrified him.

In return you told Kit about your family, about the farm you grew up on and all the animals there. You told him about your dog and how you weren’t ashamed to admit that she was your best friend, no matter how much your siblings teased. Your stories weren’t as deep as Kit’s, but it was all you had because of the ten years you’d spent here.

Through your talks you and Kit grew closer and closer, and through the bond you were forming you started to feel genuine happiness again, you finally had something to look forward to, someone to give your life meaning. Your life was changing from the monotone hell it had been for so long, and it was all down to Kit.

Neither of you ever spoke about why you were in Briarcliff.

- - -

You were in the middle of a game when the police came to take Kit away.

“Mr Walker,” three officers suddenly appeared. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Donna Burton, Alison Riedel and Alma Walker.”

Both of Kit’s arms were grabbed by an officer and they pulled him up roughly, knocking over the pieces on the chess board in the process. Your eyes widened at the hostility of the officers and the way they were handling Kit.

“Where’s Thredson? You guys need to talk to Dr Thredson,” Kit tried to explain as handcuffs were tightened around his wrists.

“No, we don’t,” the third officer not holding Kit denied and you felt panic begin to settle in. “We got his evaluation and your taped confession.”

Taped confession?

“Come on, kid, let’s go,” one of the officers holding Kit grunted and they began to pull him away. Kit struggled, but their grips were tight and with the handcuffs there was only so much fighting he could do.

Your eyes filled with tears. “But he didn’t do it!” You cried, but everyone ignored you. “He’s innocent!”

No response. Instead, you just watched Kit get dragged out of the common room and out of your life.

- - -

With Kit gone your days went back to how they were before he had arrived. Sat in your chair in the corner, no entertainment besides pulling at the loose threads of the furniture. The only difference was that you made sure to have a table and chess board ready in front of you, just in case Kit was to turn up for your usual game.

You felt so agitated without Kit’s presence, so shaky and uncomfortable. To try and calm yourself down you pulled at the seams of the chair even more, and now a large hole had formed. You constantly pulled at the threads, harder and harder until the stuffing began to pool out, but you didn’t care. You just kept pulling and pulling and pulling.

You missed Kit and the warmth he made you feel. His absence made you realise just how dark and dull your days had been before he was incarcerated. Inside you now just felt empty, like most the people in this place.

You defended Kit as much as you could, surprising everyone with your speech. Since he was arrested in front of the entire common room he was now the topic of conversation once again, and you made sure to let everyone know that Kit wasn’t a murderer. No one believed you, of course, and you know some laughed. But it was the only thing you could do to help Kit, even if it were just defending his name.

You just missed Kit so much.

- - -

“Fancy a game?”

Your head shot up at the familiar voice and there he was, Kit. He smiled at you and that was it, you couldn’t stop yourself from jumping up from your seat and into his arms, knocking over the table and chess board in the process, but you didn’t care. Kit was back.

You jumped into his arms, wrapping your own tightly around his neck as you felt your eyes fill with happy tears. Kit was alive, he wasn’t going to face the electric chair, he wasn’t going to be gone from the world. Kit wrapped his arms around your waist and you both just stood there in the middle of the common room, tight in each other's embrace.

Yes, you were still in Briarcliff. Yes, you weren’t free. But you had Kit, someone who made you feel hope and love and warmth, feelings you hadn’t experienced since you were a child. You treasured them deeply, but most of all you treasured Kit and hoped that you’d always be with him.

•———•

I really hope you like this anon! It’s one of my longest so far and a lot of thought went into it, I loved your prompt so wanted to try and do it justice! Remember, requests are open and always appreciated 💓

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respond to the prompts out of character!

what made you pick up the current muse(s) you have? Obviously, I'm heavily influenced by a set list of characters I personally love, which means I come up with a take/portrayal as I delve deeper into the lore. I tend to have a preference for side characters, rather than protags or lore heavy ones, bc of the freedom I get... BUT at the same time I've had numerous muses that carry a lot of weight in their respective franchises (see: Seto Kaiba, Captain Rex, rival Barry, Richter Belmont and Sea Dragon Kanon just to name a few).

I mainly write as canon characters, I genuinely have little to no interest in making or RPing as an OC. At most, I have 1 OC in two out of the RPCs I'm currently part of. Which explains this huge disparity.

is there anything you don’t like to write? My hard nos are Incest, Adult/minor types of relationships. Bodily fluids/toilet stuff and fetish focused RPs. One-liners and really short replies aren't fun for me, sure, they can be fun for crack/joke interactions. But they won't last long. I really love working and expanding on the source material, so RPs for me really need to have that good plotting to back it up. While I'm totally open for exploring darker/taboo subjects (e.g.: adultery, toxic relationships, etc.), they MUST carry weight on the characters and be handled accordingly.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? GIMME ALL THE WEIRD COMBOS TO INTERACT WITH!!! Characters that never met or barely interacted with one another in canon but, they can interact in our RPs!!! My jam is doing worldbuilding and expanding on the source material!!! I also enjoy writing comedy, fluff, romance, slice-of-life, over-arching stories that connect/get refferenced in other threads.

how do you come up with headcanons? I look for plotholes or anything that was barely touched upon, in the source material, and I go off from it. I try establishing connections or make them clearer, to serve as future reference for me and my RP partners. I also love taking influence from other medias I'm into.

do you write in silence or do you play music? I used to be able to multitask a lot easier in the past. Now, I mainly prefer writing in silence. Only in very rare cases, I may play some kind of lo-fi beat or lounge music.

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welcome. I like your shoelaces.

And Your Rat's Eggs. •

Salutations, earthlings (or non-earthlings)! I don't know what you're doing here but beware for you are coming in for a ride! The only problem is the driver never went through a single driving lesson so don't blame me if we crash!

Beware, as this blog may include many depictions and discussions of unreality, swearing, death, trauma, ableism, racism, and more. At times I forget to tag these potentially triggering topics.

Yes, I had indeed attempted to make an introductory post! It heavily pains me to write this all, given my distinguished and embarrassing personality, but on this boat we strive to not care! Cringe culture is dead and I'm coming for your pancreas and brain tissue if you so dare to disagree.

So, without further ado!

x DNI x

if you're a bigot in any way (queerphobic, n@zi, racist, sexist, ableist, generally discriminatory, etc etc)

also this isn't really a dni criteria but pls don't behave inappropriately when interacting with me, keep it at a joke level maximum, I value my comfort over your pleasure

x NICKNAMES x

I am fine with anything you so dare to call me, be it a regular name or a homophobic slur. I quite frankly don't give a shit. However, nicknames I most prefer amount to DOMINO, TOKI and GOBLIN !!

x MY POSITION IN THE ALPHABET SOUP x

I am fine with any pronouns, though in terms of preferences I do gravitate towards they/them more than anything else. Everything else is irrelevant, but I am queer, and I don't think I make it subtle (?).

- https://en.pronouns.page/@CringeLordOfChao - my pronouns page

x FANDOMS/INTERESTS/GENERAL FAVES x

(I'm not as into some of these fandoms as I am in others, for example i barely know crap about Moomintroll I only sometimes watch some scenes of it on yt as a comfort show and I still listed it here, you can ask me about specific fandoms and how much I'm into them)(bold text = obsessed/into it enough to the point of being capable of infodumping about it/having a decent amount of opinions on it/having a conversation about it) (nvm idek anymore just ask me if I'm interested in it or not atm)

Video games: Skyrim, OMORI, BAD END THEATER, her tears were my light, Adventures with Anxiety!, Sonic The Hedgehog (general), Parappa The Rapper, Parappa The Rapper 2, Um Jammer Lammy, Minecraft, MineCraft StoryMode, Duolingo, Pokémon (general), Pizza Tower, Amanda The Adventurer, Cuphead, Word Trip, UNDERTALE. Tomadachi Life, ROBLOX,

Roblox games: Flicker, my eyes deceive, Adopt Me!, Royale High, Sonic Pulse RP, Horse Valley, Rate My Avatar, Speed Run 4, copyrighted artists, Pyrite Adventure, Wolves Life, Total Roblox Drama, Murder Island 2, Sonic World Adventure,

Neurodivergence (such as, but not limited to): Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD), Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), Bipolar Personality Disorder (BPD), Fetal Alcohol Syndrome (FASD), Avoidant Personality Disorder (AVPD), Down Syndrome, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), etc etc

Animated series: The Music Freaks, hfjONE, The Owl House, Amphibia, Sonic Prime, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Parappa The Rapper, Sonic X, AVM Shorts, The Loud House, The Casagrandes, Legend of Korra, Pokémon, Total Drama (Island/general), Willcraft's Monster School, LEGO Ninjago, Spirit Riding Free, Moomintroll (2017), DuckTales (2017), My Little Pony; Friendship is Magic, The Cuphead Show, Sonic Boom, The Amazing World Of Gumball, Kipo And The Age Of Wonderbeasts,

Non-animated shows: Stranger Things, Umbrella Academy, Dark, Only Fools And Horses, The Modern Family, Sesame Street,

Comics: Sonic The Hedgehog (IDW)

Animated movies: Sonic The Hedgehog (1996)/Sonic OVA, The Last Guest, Nimona, The Lego Movie, Equestria Girls (all parts), Moana,

Non-animated movies: Sonic The Hedgehog + Sonic The Hedgehog 2 [i guess, I feel obliged to like it since I'm a sonic fan], Avatar, Alpha,

Webcomics (all available on WEBTOON!): Blooming Season, The Last Dimension, Unfamiliar, Jackson's Diary, North Korean Kid, Heartstopper, Is chair still in the park?, Ghost Eyes, Meow Are You?, The Recloseted Lesbian, War and Tea, Hyperfocus, Erma, Emmy The robot, Post Harbor, Spellward Bound, The Little Trashmaid, Of Aliens And Cacti, MAX has AUTISM, Hollow Kid, Aurora Borealis, Always Human, Will There Be A Tomorrow? (H), High Class Homos, Everything Is Fine, Home Sweet Ghost, Notumare, Heartstopper,

Books: The Name Of This Book Is Secret (all 5 parts), Hobbit, Ana, Teo, Warrior Cats (general),

Music creators: Radiohead, Rex Orange County, Laufey, bo en, Jack Stauber, Jay Vincent, Kaden Mackay, Olivia Rodrigo, if I was 9 again the only person on this list would be Alan Walker (I don't care about his music anymore), Pink Floyd, liana flores, Your Favorite Martian,

Gacha Stories: Boy With Bad Luck, Girl With Good Luck, The Music Freaks episodes 1-11, Shy Family, Shy Family PART 2, Lesbian Liar part 1-5, A Walking Disaster, Fated Sisters, A Beautiful Tragedy, The Mute Tomboy, literally anything made by Hxnnah rlly,

Favorite YouTubers: Flamingo, RosyClozy, TheOdd1sOut, Illymation, Hxnnah, [Brii Studios UwU], Cypopps, Emzii, NerdyArty, Marikyuun, ExtraRosy, WowzaDawg, foster on the spectrum, Behind The Meme, LilyTrescot SMP, JaidenAnimations, Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, Ice Cream Sandwich, How To ADHD, LesbianMindflayer,

Favorite Tumblr blogs (not including mutuals srry xx): @/oneeyedleaf, @/nerdyarty, @/tmf-confessions (technically a mutual), @/i-say-ok, @/sonicshipbattles, @/uncharismatic-fauna, @/official-boob-posts, @/identifying-horses-in-posts, @/sonicthehedgehog, @/inthetags, @/notumare (tech a mutual), @/your-blorbos-are-queer, @/the-owl-house-takes, @/incognitopolls, @/my-autism-adhd-blog. @/hot-take-tournament, @/haveyouseenthismovie-poll, @/aita-blorbos, @/oc-aita, @/jagged--dust-jacket-analysis (also tech a mutual), @/hero-deserves-to-be-happy, @/just-a-blog-for-polls, @/thistmfcharacteris, @/sonicapproves, @/lordystrange, @/aphantimes, @/neurotypical-sonic, @/fishyfishyfishtimes. @/adhd-sonic-the-hedgehog, @/obelisart, @/queeradhdcultureis, @/pd-culture-is, @/content-free, @/starscatteredsky, @/hero-deserves-to-be-happy,

Miscellaneous: zoology, drawing, using Picrew, ninjas, goblins, parallels in writing (this obsession is eating me alive I swear I'll literally analyze my events as if they're fictional and I'll draw parallels between them and my favorite fandoms/past events pls send help), daydreaming, dust, media analysis, character analysis, calculators, singing, mushrooms, weirdcore, goblincore, sociology, vocabulary, MBTI,

Languages (both real and fictional)(I only actually know some of these)(still learning): ninjargon, dovahzul, spanish, japanese, serbian, english, na'vi,

Things I'm planning to get into : Zoology, crocheting, Terraria, The Lego Movie: The Sequel, The Wilds, Warrior Cats, crafting, Nimona (comic), Notumare, The Mechanisms, Dark, Inscryption, The Adventure Zone, DELTARUNE, Teen Wolf, Solitaire, Sonic X, Good Omens, Voltron, The Amazing Digital Circus, Steven Universe, Oblivion, Star Vs The Forces Of Evil, MineCraft StoryMode, Percy Jackson, the pink corruption,

My own stories/Fanfiction plots: ghost!SUNNY AU (OMORI), Mob Academy (Minecraft fanfic), Carla and Silvia, omori!Hanahaki AU (OMORI), Flicker fanfic, HOLLOW HEART, (feel free to ask about any of these!!!)

Things I plan to get into again: MLP;FiM, Ninjago,

x KIN/FAV CHAR LIST x

(bold text = absolute fave!!)

TMF - Jake Sterling, Millicent Brooks, Drew, Lia, Sean Everett, Daisy,

ST - William Byers, Eleven/Jane Hopper/Byers, Jonathan Byers, Robin Buckley, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Kali Prasad,

PTR - Jammer Lammy, Parappa The Rapper, Katy Kat

STH - Sonic The Hedgehog, Miles Tails Prower The Fox, Mimic The Octopus, Whisper The Wolf, Sticks The Jungle Badger, Amy Rose The Echidna-Rascal (personal hc),

TOH - Luz Noceda, Agustus Porter, Edalyn Clawthorne, King Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorne, Philip Whittebane/Belos (do not excuse his actions whatsoever), Enzo Gabriel The Collector

Amphibia - Marcy Wu, Sprig Planters

OMORI - KEL/KELSEY, OMORI, SUNNY, MARI, THE MAVERICK/MIKHAEL, PESSI, CAPT. SPACEBOY,

SS - SpongeBob SquarePants

Minecraft - Creeper, The Ender Dragon, Herobrine, Enderman, Wolf, Fox, The Wither

RBLX Flicker - Eduardo, Rita, Mikah, Amethyst, Adora, Amani

TMNT - Michelangelo!!

TLH - Luna Loud, Lincoln Loud, Lenni Loud, Lucy Loud, Clyde ??

TD(I) - Noah, Izzy, Dawn, Ezekiel

Ninjago - Jay Walker, Nya, Zane Julien, Akita,

WEBTOON TLD - Alex Hill, Phillip Maxwell, Anne Marie De Delle

x SHIP LIST x

[character] x no one = I like the interpertation of said character being aroace/just not dating anyone in general. (Bold text)= otp

OMORI - suntan, sunflower, heromari, goldrush, sunburn, photobomb, KEL x no one, herobowen, etc

STH - blazamy, whispangle, sonknux, sonadow, sonic x no one, kittails, amy x no one, stickmy, sticknux (but in a very specific modern sth way), sticks x no one, sonjet, shadisper, etc

TMF - ooo boy... milliot, jailey, hailia, drake, laisy, saisy, dailia, dadie, jaisy, jenry, drew x no one, drakailey, henriam, ladie/salia, platonic draisy, platonic henria, more xx

PTR - sunny x no one, parappa x matt, parappa x pj berri, parappa x no one, etc

Ninjago - lava, plasma, techno, jaya, bruise, opposite, pixane, glacier, harumya (?), lloyd x no one, cole x no one, nya x no one, qp mud, etc

TD - noco, gwourtney, nowen, breoff, bfffls, dizzy,

WEBTOON TLD - alex x phillip, anne x

x ANIMALS I LIKE x (few are fictional) •

virgin island's dwarf gecko, blobfish, horses, roosters, unicorns, wolves, anglerfish, immortal jellyfish, lion mane's jellyfish, okapis, rats, reek stonefish, doves, pigeons, vultures, cats, echidnas, frogs, star nosed moles, naked mole rats, moths (they seek the light which only further strays them away from life, the truth), spiders, rock doves, blue jaya tongue skinks, australian ghostsharks, aye-ayes, goblin sharks, dragons, whatever the fuck atla's momo is, lemurs, squirrels, flying squirrels, capybaras, OMG I JUST FOUND OUT FLYING LEMURS ACTUALLY EXIST THEYRE CALLED colugos, gerenuks, jabirus, jaguarundis, japanese spider crabs, jerboas, pangolins, potoos, thorny devils, snakes, black cats, vampire squids, northern stargazer,

x TAGS x

ghost!sunny au, >:], to do list, omori!hanahaki au, important, urgent, rb, asks, animalsss, others art, others writing, vent? like among us?, I am not funny, byliner, house design inspo, minecraft fanfic inspo, mari appreciation 💜, sean appreciation, fictional birthday, music, rb, tickposting, mari wheelchair au, serbian shit, carla and silvia, my oc, my ocs, my story, mob academy, hollow heart, 🎩🕊️, 🎩🕊️ • ❓, my polls, polls, 🎩🕊️ • ✉️, 🎩🕊️ • 📜, 🎩🕊️ • 🪬, 🐀🥚, me on anon, freakblr colour war, hailey hair controversy, freakblr colour war 2, freakblr colour war ii, mecoded, cringe confession of the day, gay screenshot collection, my top posts,flicker webseries preparations, hyper-cis, freakblr lore, my mom watches tmf, into the rosyverse, background-chan,

x TAGS FOR FANDOMS x (aka fandom acronyms) •

omori, tmf, st, go, ptr, sth, avm shorts, atla, rblx, amphibia, yfm, etc (if a franchise has 2 words or more when I reblog posts about that franchise the fandom tags I'll use for them will be exclusively the acronyms even if it isn't most preferred)

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9.1,13.19,15,18,18,25°

My life will end incomplete! ~~××

(I'll try updating this later)

(this is like the tenth time doing this, I'm only capable of making intro posts in ONE RUN I guess, I am in pain, sjkdcie)

xxOTHER NOTES:

I occasionally post pretty angsty, overwhelmingly negative, and at times violently suggestive vent content here. If you do not like that, please filter the tag #vent? like among us?

I might have depression and/or adhd so that's probably gonna mess up my life and social interactions ummm (I'm a sensitive individual so please don't be too harsh)

I sometimes draw, don't expect it to look good though. You can request any prompt !!

My Roblox accounts are FinVanzahDovahKiin and stejsi_079 !!

My DeviantArt account is Unoriginal Creator !!

Even though I had formerly stated that this blog may contain triggering themes (even though I can't quite recall much triggering posts/reblogs I have on here??) this blog is mostly silly, it's just me being me

I have a lot of TMF mutuals, we have a lot of inside jokes that may not make any form of sense to outsiders

Even though I had also stated I have my own fanfiction ideas I like, I have not written any of them down and God knows when I will.

I need to spend less time on the internet for the sake of my health

My YouTube account is [InsertUnoriginalNameHere] !! (I've deleted 90% of my former content. Also most of my videos on there are like 2 years because I stopped posting after my parents found out it existed)

I have an alt account @freakblr-lore !! Studying the lore of tmf but mostly the subculture of freakblr

I also have a tmf Sean Everett rp/ask blog called @mr-broom !

I ALSO have a tmf Daisy rp/ask blog called @x-daisy-x !

There's also another one @hailey-i-guess

Another one @xjaded-sadiex

I'm disappointed in myself. I made an rp/ask blog for an entirely irrelevant background character. What the fuck. @background-bg-chan

IM PLANNING TO MAKE A ROBLOX FLICKER WEBSERIES!!! Posts related to it will be tagged "flicker webseries preparations".

There's an Elliot one now too!! @xx0blooming-orchid0xx

@sussy-albertaretz-core my fan blog for the Roblox YouTuber flamingo

please ask me anything about any of my interests