#i swear there were more plants but whatever. point still stands

[vixy-exists]

While I'm getting torn in 3 ways, have a headcanon! Nakajima likes plants they're the only living organisms he doesn't find annoying aside from Yumiko and Cerberus

Yeah, this is canon. Who do you think takes care of that plant? His mom who's barely home? His dad in LA?

[mo-mode]

Back on my Screenwriter soap box while watching PJO: They should have bought a bunch of oil diffusers.

(Edit: This post was made before someone pointed out to me that I missed a key line of dialogue, but my points and theories still stand for the same reasons backing up my original post so I’m not changing anything. The dialogue I missed lets us know that Hermes told Percy the lotus was being pumped into the air off-screen. It’s also implies (? I’m still on the fence about this one?) that Hermes told him what day it is, but I missed these during my first three watches because of how quick and vague it was. Which actually kind of supports my point on why visual indicators are so important. Without these, it’s easy to miss key information. And remember, it’s a kid’s show. ANYWAY my conclusions haven’t changed, and I still believe these edits would work better than the quick line of dialogue so just keep this in mind. Thanks.)

(I’m not being nit-picky. I swear. Just hear me out.) So the weirdest thing to me in episode six was how Percy just…learned everything so quickly without any visual indicators? Like they know time passed because it’s dark outside, but how did he know it was Thursday? They know they were affected by the lotus flowers, but how does he know it was pumped into the air? This irked me because even if he’s smart enough to figure some of this out himself (which he is) we as the audience should still be able to follow his thought process instead of learning after the fact.

What if there were oil diffusers?

So imagine the trio walks into the Lotus, figures out this is like the Odyssey, and decides not to eat anything. They waltz in super confident that they cracked the code, but they were wrong. How do we know? Because the moment they enter the crowd, we get an establishing shot of a lotus-branded oil diffuser letting out steam.

Immediately, we as the audience realize their mistake, making it just that more tantalizing to watch. As the episode continues, we realize they’re everywhere. There’s a diffuser in the plants, on the counter, between the game tables, always right out of the corner of our eyes. They just keep churning out lotus-scented oil into the air, which we can infer because we’re smart. (Remember that.)

Now when Percy realizes what’s going on, we know HOW they’re doing it and HOW Percy knows without being told!! Because they were there the whole time.

Onto Thursday.

Consider: A watch.

What if Hermes has the only watch in the casino until the trio walks in with their own?

Let’s give Annabeth one of those cheap, funky watches that gives the time, day, month, year, etc. Something you get from a kids toy catalogue. It’s waterproof, glows in the dark, has an alarm or whatever. I feel like Annabeth would have one of those. (And honestly, she might already. I forgot.) The most important feature for us, though, is the day. It clearly tells us the day of the week.

It’s pretty easy to establish that Annabeth has the watch. Just do it the same way they establish the date: Percabeth arguing over it in the truck. Annabeth shows him the watch. Establishing shot of the watch’s face. That’s it. No bells or whistles necessary. Then when they get to the casino, Annabeth checks it one more time (without an establishing shot, she just does it casually) and they walk in.

(It’s so easy. I promise.)

While Grover is walking around alone, he tries to check the time and realizes there’s no clocks. (Which ngl is super common in casinos already, but it’s creepy nonetheless.) Yada yada, he gets sucked in by Augustus and that’s how he gets got.

Meanwhile, Percy and Annabeth keep meaning to check the time, but every time they do, someone tries to hand them an appetizer or a drink, which makes them forget OR Annabeth’s hubris keeps her from checking. (Percy: Time check? Annabeth: Its only been five minutes. We’re fine. We need to focus.)

And that brings us to Hermes. After their chat, yada yada, Annabeth “leaves” and Hermes gets all cryptic, then he makes a BIG show of checking his watch, and THAT’S when Percy realizes something’s wrong because oh no they haven’t checked the time. So he finds Annabeth, they see it’s dark outside, they check her watch, and it’s Thursday.

“But we didn’t eat anything!” Annabeth says. Percy looks at the diffusers by the entrance. It dawns on him. “They’re pumping it into the air.”

That’s how you VISUALLY SHOW US THINGS instead of Percy just figuring everything out off-camera and telling us!!!!

Now, you may be thinking “Oh but do they have the budget for that??” Do you know how cheap these props are? Just bulk buy like six oil diffusers, slap a homemade sticker of a lotus flower on them, and keep moving them into every shot. And they’re quiet!! They wouldn’t interfere with the sound, the steam is visible enough to be caught on camera without messing with the lighting, they actually look really cool in some lighting, and they fit the atmosphere of a hotel/casino!! Then the watch is like $15, fits with Annabeth’s character, and totally matches her outfit.

It’s CHEAP! It’s EASY! It DOESN’T CUT INTO THE RUN TIME! It’s AESTHETICALLY PLEASING! ANNABETH GETS A SICK WATCH!! NO DOWNSIDES!!!!

The biggest problem with this show isn’t how accurate it is to the book or how much money they have or that they’re “Disney-fying” it. The problem is they are TELLING US things instead of SHOWING us. And not to beat a dead horse because everyone’s heard of “Show Don’t Tell” but like??? This is exactly why everyone is taught this over and over again in school?? Because people still do it anyway all the time???

There’s also something else I learned (or really just picked up) when I got my B.A. in Creative Writing: Good shows are predictable.

Whether it’s a case of the audience learning what’s going to happen before it happens or them watching the show again and realizing how obvious the answer was the whole time, audiences always want to feel smart. They want to interact with the material. If you don’t give them the opportunity to pick apart the mystery themselves by setting down clues, they’ll give up on interacting with the show and lose interest. That’s why you SHOW them things. There are several moments where this show is completely unpredictable, not because it’s complex but because it doesn’t let you predict it. That doesn’t make it bad—the comedy and character development is doing a great job of carrying the show’s weight so far. But it definitely doesn’t make the show good.

It’s like Rube Goldberg machines. Or dominoes! We don’t watch those crazy 1000+ domino videos so we can watch the last one fall. We watch it to see HOW they fall. Take one domino out, and it’s unsatisfactory. It doesn’t work anymore.

But some oil diffusers and a watch??? Little clues that make the realization that more visually appealing??? THAT’S SATISFYING

Anyway, these are just two things that could have been done, but weren’t. Most of the show is stellar. I think it just needs a little bit of editing here and there. I studied this for like years, and I needed to get this off my chest. That’s it.

Rick Riordan, if you ever see this, I am available for hire :) I would love to be a script doctor please please please please

[dandelionpixels]

the doctor (9/10/11) + reader

(platonic/familial)

ask: Doctor x daughter reader? Where reader already knows most of what's going to happen because she's from 11 and Rivers time but through timey wimey stuff ends up traveling with 9 and rose and eventually 10? This might be too specific but the way I have it in my head is she ended up being a partner in crime with Jack and so the first time they meet she's with him and the doctor is like “Who are you?!” and she's all “Spoilers!........ I've always wanted to say that!”

You’ve been running since you were born. A breathing enigma, that’s what they called you. There’s no point in explaining how, or even why. It’s really no fun to have an answer anyway.

Honestly the only thing that’s important is that, much like River, you’re living your life in the wrong order, jumping around without rhyme or reason. You don’t mind, it keeps things exciting. It’d been a while of traveling with Eleven and the Ponds, so you figured you were due for another temporal displacement. But you just didn’t think it’d be so far back.

You’d always found Jack interesting, no matter how much each Doctor warned you to be careful. And he’s always out there, no matter the time period, which works perfectly for you. So you track him down again, preparing an introduction, knowing he certainly hasn’t met you yet.

It ends up being unnecessary, since when you find him, he’s too busy dodging laser-fire to listen to your story. In fact, he immediately promises to pay you handsomely if you pretend to be a hostage. And he seems pleasantly surprised when you take little-to-no convincing, ruffling your hair and dashing across the bridge with you, gun to your back. By the time you guys make it across the border safely, he’s offering a partnership, grin plastered on his face. With a matching smile, you agree, excited to continue your streak of befriending Jack in any time.

This arrangement leads you to run into the Doctor, as traveling with Jack always seems to do.

Meeting Nine

The first time you properly see Nine, your mouth fully drops open.

You’d known him through pictures, shared memories, stories, but never in person. He’s real, and new, and standing right in front of you. Jack offers him a mock salute, glancing back to see you still standing in silence. Before you can stop yourself, your mouth starts to form a sentence, the first thing you could think of to say.

“Your ears are proper huge!”

Rose has to grab his arm to keep him from lunging towards you, planting her feet to yank him back. He stumbles slightly but lets her keep him in place, angrily fixing his coat collar, “And who would you be then?”

Jack chuckles, arms crossed while he lets you talk. A giddy grin spreads across your face, eyes lighting up with genuine excitement as you shoot him a playful wink, “Can’t say! Spoilers!”

You try and fail to stifle your smile, looking between the others, “I’ve always wanted to say that.”

Nine just throws his arms up in the air, “Great, wonderful, fantastic. Spoilers, what is that supposed to mean?”

After thinking about it more, he pivots his body to direct the question towards Jack. Resting his hands on his hips, he taps his foot impatiently, and you can’t help but think he looks like a disgruntled mother.

Jack shrugs, “She’s my partner.”

Over Nine’s shoulder, you see Rose make a gagging expression. You shake your head frantically, “Not- no- just partners! No- erm- skadoodling.”

This time it’s Jack turn to gag, as he mouths ‘skadoodle?’ to you. You shrug, and Jack rolls his eyes, “It’s true. Just partners, none of- what she said.” He pauses before continuing, “Despite my best efforts.”

Shoving him him pointedly, you look back towards Nine’s irritated expression, “I’m a friend of the Doctors, and that’s all I can say. Jack can swear that I’m not a spy, or whatever.”

You shoot a sharp look in Jack’s direction and he makes a cross over his heart, “Hope to die.”

Nine groans, “Can nothing ever be easy with me? Does everything have to be so convoluted.”

Rose rolls her eyes, “Tell me about it.”

She looks towards you, recognizing something in your eyes. The same thing she sees in the Doctor’s. Shake shakes it off, just excited about the prospect of having another girl in the Tardis to talk too. Before Nine can cut in, she steps forward, “Jack’s word is good enough for me! We’re about to see the emerald fields, do you wanna come?”

Your face splits into a bright smile, “Do I? I have like three hats from the gift shop!”

Before Nine’s dumbfounded face can come up with more questions, you grab Jack’s hand and pull him inside the Tardis. Looking back as he runs inside, Jack grins towards Nine, “Sorry Doc, looks like the ladies are making the calls!”

Nine follows the both of you inside, dragging Rose behind him and pointing accusatory at you, “Now I’m not sure what kind of small-ear agenda you’re spouting, but I won’t have it in my Tardis. And keep your odd amount of space-time trivia to yourself!”

You nod, giving him a mock salute and giggling as he pinches the bridge of his nose with a soft groan.

Misc. Traveling With Nine

- It’s a lot of him insisting you don’t know something, and you insisting that you do. It typically ends up with Rose and Jack placing money on it. Which Nine shortly banned because they kept only betting on you.

- You keep intentionally hitting buttons on the console and then pretending to be surprised when they work. It cracks Rose up and makes Nine crazy when you ‘bump into’ the landing stabilizers every time they touch down somewhere.

- Rose almost falls to the floor laughing when Jack makes a joke about you and Nine kissing and you make such a disgusted face that Nine almost looks like his feelings were hurt.

- Sometimes you and Jack disappear for a couple days to do something on your own, and every time you come back, Nine pretends like he wasn’t worried. Rose always rolls her eyes behind him, letting you know he’s bluffing. He spends most of the time you’re gone pacing around and complaining about you not calling to let him know you’d be gone.

- Whenever you get a chance to say spoilers, you take it. Nine always find it unreliably infuriating but he eventually stops pressing you for more information.

- He leaves the Tardis one day in ’normal clothes’ to try and go undercover somewhere. When he comes back, you and Rose are taking turns wearing his coat and doing arguably awful impressions of him. Jack is sitting in the chair, grabbing his stomach as he guffaws loudly.

It feels like you’re just getting comfortable when Nine’s time comes to an end, and the regeneration process begins.

You and Rose huddle together, covering each other’s eyes while the glowing light fills the Tardis. You can’t help the tears running down your cheek, even though you already knew this would happen. It doesn’t stop the feelings.

Both of you wait in Jackie’s room as he sleeps, and you can’t properly explain to them why you’re not as worried as everyone else.

When he slowly but surely gets back into the swing of things, you can feel yourself filling with new excitement. It’s another Doctor, whom you’ve never met. Like an second family reunion where only ones of you knows that you’re family.

Misc. Traveling With Ten

- There’s more emotional moments with him, where you almost get hurt and he goes a little crazy trying to make sure you’re safe. It gets to the point where you have to pull him aside, promising that you can handle yourself. He insists he knows that, but it doesn’t stop him from putting himself between you and danger at every opportunity.

- On the rooftop of some scummy restaurant in future Montana, he admits that he trusts you implicitly. He says he can’t understand why, but you feel close to his soul in a way he doesn’t understand. It makes your heart pang to not be able to tell him that you feel the same way.

- You’re there for him when Rose leaves, to sit with him in the silence, and to scream into the canyons on deserted planets. You’re there for Donna, then Martha, then Donna again. You get along with all of them and it always makes you sad to know how things pan out, but you try to just enjoy your time with them.

- There’s somehow even more running than before, and it feels like he’s always grabbing your hand to pull you towards various adventures.

- The both of you get really competitive, always racing to outdo each other’s dramatic conclusion, and forgetting there’s other people around.

- He makes a huge deal out of your birthday, despite them being more a suggestion for Timelords. He takes you to Paris (367 years in the future) for breakfast, back in time for a front-row concert from your favorite musician, and then to 8 different planets for a multiple course dinner and desert.

When you both run into River in the library, you can’t help but let out a soft gasp. River locks eyes with you and in an instant, you know she knows you. Running into her arms, she just laughs and spins you slightly, thanking the universe for aligning you guys so perfectly.

Ten almost genuinely stomps his feet, infuriated, “You have got to be kidding me! How do you two know each other?”

You shoot a playful smile to River, and the both of you turn to face him at the same time, exclaiming a chastising, “Spoilers!”

[coeurify]

drabble req about abby being lowkey obsessed with the reader in the wlf her thinking you don’t even know she exists, then much to her surprise when she finally gets the courage to talk to you gasp, you know her name! and you think she’s very cool and talk about successful patrols she’s had double gasp and you ask her to spar with you triple gasp 🍰

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: straight up fluff. 18+ still.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: CAKE ANON I JUST LOVE THIS. PLZ ENJOY. i made reader a bit idk like outgoing and she teases abby a bit ok? ok.

Abby liked looking at you from afar. Maybe it seemed a little odd to put it like that, but really, it infatuated her.

Like seeing you from across the mess hall, deep in conversation with someone. Abby always wishes she could know what it was you always got so passionate about. What made your eyes get that sparkly type of look to them— what made you lean forward, hands motioning with lips she couldn't follow. Often her cheek would rest in her palm, forgetting whatever food served that day because of your presence across the room. She tried not to stare too obviously as you went on one of your tangents, but you never seemed to notice anyways.

She liked seeing you walk around the Stadium turned base, hearing your voice call out to friends as you hurry around the close corners of the stairs, lined with different zones, weaving through the areas to find whatever your always wandering mind seemed to be searching for that day. Abby would catch you randomly during these times, sometimes stopping in the same stand preparing food, looking for people in the same hidden corners, or down on the grass near the livestock. So many times she could have said hi.. and didn’t.

She never got close enough to talk to you, usually easily avoiding it due to never sharing assignments. But whenever she was caught looking a little too long, blue eyes wandering off from the face of whoever was speaking to her to instead follow the sound of your voice passing by.. people always asked why she didn’t just introduce herself. Most times these comments came from Manny or Nora, which Abby easily shrugged off. The blonde would claim she had no time and didn’t know you well enough to strike a conversation.

Honestly, Abby was a little scared to talk to you. There wasn’t much a soldier like her was nervous for, not that she would admit to at least, but you were one of them. You didn’t even seem to know you existed, flying high in the clouds above Abby’s feet always planted firmly into the ground. Why reach for the sky when you can just look up at it in admiration instead?

Things stayed this way for a long while, until a smaller group formed in a training section off to the south side of the stadium one night, chatting at tables with cards and drinks. It was a gathering of some of the younger faces around the WLF base, of which Abby had never even seen most of. She didn’t mind it too much, being properly glued to her seat near Manny, who was going on and on about something that had happened with the scars that day.

Abby of course was more focused on the top of your head across the area, which nodded quickly as you spoke to Nora. Your nose scrunched at something she said, and Abby had to force herself to look away before she felt any more sickeningly childish. She had a textbook schoolgirl crush on you, down to the refusal to even say hi. The butterflies in her stomach always present, heart always searching for any bit of attention from you. It was sort of humiliating for her.

“Abby, are you even listening?” Manny asked, tapping her arm with a pointed finger. “Ah,” he sighed dramatically, “Of course you aren’t, she’s here.”

Abby’s chin turned down as she shook her head, a small section of her braid that had snagged out following the motion, “Oh my god, Manny can you not right now? I’m listening, swear it.”

Manny shoved her shoulder gently, “You definitely weren’t. Just go say hi before she catches you staring. Get some of this..” he pushes a small cup toward her, grinning, “In you and go. Or I might call her over here myself.”

Abby’s muscles tightened immediately, eyes falling on Manny with a certain warning sign that anyone who wasn’t him would probably back off due to. Manny just pushed the cup closer.

“God, Manny you make me miserable,” Abby muttered, sliding out of her seat as her hand gripped the cup, a disgusted look tugging on her lips as it slid down her throat with a gulp. “Don’t judge my tastes,” Manny called after her as she walked.

If Manny wasn’t watching, Abby would have promptly turned around the moment she saw your pretty eyes flick up as she walked closer. Unable to do so, she found her own way to be a bit of a pussy— staring only at Nora when she stood in front of the two of you. Her stomach was a mess of knots she couldn’t dream of untangling upon feeling your gaze on her.

Abby tried to avoid the small sound her throat made as she cleared it, “Hey, uh— Nora I just wanted to check on you, heard your rotation today was shit.”

Nora’s eyes seemed to falter for a second, pinching her eyebrows together, not understanding why Abby had waltzed over so uneasy looking. Then she remembers who she's sat next to, Abby’s eyes obviously avoiding glancing that way. “Yea, they had us packing shit from the hospital all fuckin’ day,” Nora shrugs— awaiting some sort of greeting for her friend next to her.

You beat her to any sort of acknowledgment of your presence with a large smile, “Abby! Hey! Come sit with us, we were just talking about how crazy everyone’s assignments have been.”

Abby thinks she may have floated up to the clouds you so often rested in right there. She swears she can feel the sun on her neck as your mouth falls open to speak. The way her name came from your lips was enough to send her down into the seat, trying her best to seem nonchalant. But you knew her fucking name. She wouldn’t have been able to fathom that fact at all before now, countless days and nights gone wondering what it may be like to hear you say it, see your smile reserved for only her— and now it had happened.

And Abby was absolutely screwed because of it. She knew this the moment your lips stayed in that cute smile as you watched her sit. She knew it right away when you tilted your head to include her in the conversation with Nora. If she had spent too much time thinking about you before now, it was about to be astronomically worse. Now she could detail the spots on your face, the way your cheeks moved with your grin, your eyelashes, everything and anything Abby could take in was committed to memory at that exact moment.

“Hey,” Abby greeted you gently, your name rolling off her tongue easily, if Abby could have known the way your own heart sped up at the realization she knew your name, she would have lost her damn mind. All she got however was the slightest movement of your legs, knees pointing toward her.

Nora took in the sight of you two together for a minute, to which Abby wished she could give a big fuck you for. She was not subtle at all, unfortunately for Abby. After a second, she spoke, “Yea. It’s been awful lately, but Abby’s doing great as always out in the city, right?”

Abby wants to chastise her friend for the all too obvious attempt at wingmanning, but any frustration the blonde may feel falls out of her mouth and into the air with a breathy laugh when you make an exhausted sounding noise.

“Oh I’m sure,” you shake your head, “Heard so much about that group you always go with.. hm who else is it usually? Manny and some others right?” Your eyes point straight at her, unafraid to make eye contact with the shifting blue ones.

Abby spreads her legs a bit, gearing up for a story of some sort. “Yea it's usually Manny. Isaac’s got us doing all the real long missions lately. Can't even tell you how many groups of scars we’ve run into.”

Abby doesn’t miss how your gaze follows her head as it shakes, feeling her stomach turn inside out at the small notion you may be paying extra attention to her. This sickness only worsens when you lean in closer, Nora scoffing gently as she becomes a slight third wheel.

“I’ve been training lots lately to try and get on those sorts of assignments, seem so cool,” your tongue licks over your top lip in concentration as you think, Abby’s eyes following it. “I'm getting tired of the farm work.”

“Not sure you wanna offer yourself up for that type of stuff, it’s real hard,” Abby shrugs, leaning back against her seat. The stiffness in her body was disappearing slightly, easing into the conversation— one that she thought she would never have. She was still very aware of every movement you made, the way your shirt stretched just lightly as you tilted your body, glancing at Nora. The way your eyes rolled just a bit at her words.

“She doesn’t think I can handle it, Nor..” you sigh dramatically, stealing all that relaxation straight out of her body, watching as she sits straight up again, searching the two girls next to her with frantic eyes. “What? That’s not-”

Nora chimes in, “Well, Abby doesn’t think anyone but herself can handle it, y’know? She just doesn’t get that not everyone can crush a runner’s head with their own foot.”

“Her foot?” You gasp, shaking your head sadly, “And here I am with only a gun.. definitely too hard for me.”

Abby had to bite the inside of her mouth to keep the blush from clawing it’s onto her cheeks, now far too aware the two of you were teasing the way she must come off.

“That's not- '' Abby tries, starting again after a few scrambled attempts at words, “Not what I was trying to say. The assignments just suck..” The blonde says it all rather quickly, scrambling to shoot down the idea she had meant anything differently. You definitely found it cute, that sparkle in your eye returning as she spoke.

“Just messing with you Abby,” you hesitantly lean to press a small pat to her shoulder, “Know what you meant blondie.”

The nickname only makes Abby feel more heat in her face, if possible. You were playing with her like you had known her for years. All this time she had been too scared to utter a word to you, and here you were making it natural as ever. She doesn’t show that heat creeping on her cheeks, sitting up a little taller, arms crossing over her chest.

“I do need some help training if I wanna get on a team like yours; though,” your eyes narrow just a bit, a playful glint in them now as you look directly at Abby, “You think you could show me that foot move? Or treat me to some regular sparring at least?”

Abby thought she may die on the fucking spot.

[btsficsandsuch]

I’m still working on requests but I had this idea for a Ghost Yoongi fic and since it’s getting close to Halloween I thought it was a good time to work on it.

This is probably the longest piece I’ve ever written at about 10,500 words and it’s the first time something I worked on actually made be tear up as I was writing it.

I hope you like it as much as I do!

One Last Dance

Summary: After moving into your new house you’re informed about a potential haunting. However, what you find is not the demonic ghost everyone claims to know.

Warning: Swearing, Mentions Death/Murder. Angst, Fluff, Crack

“Alright guys, we’re here!”, your dad said pulling up to what is to be your new family home. When he announced to you and your mom that he had been promoted you were ecstatic and so proud of him. Then you found out that this promotion required him to move to the other side of the country which also meant you were leaving behind your friends and your school and everything you’ve known for your whole life. You were still proud of your dad but you had to admit that you weren’t quite as excited as before.

Getting out of the car you walked over to stand next to your mom who was admiring the house while your dad went to have a chat with the movers who had just pulled up behind you. “I think it’s beautiful Y/N. We can plant a few rose bushes over there and maybe once we get settled we can paint the shutters. It’ll be a nice home.”, she happily said while making mental notes of everything that needed done. “Oh I think that’s the window to your room. Your dad thought you’d like to have the whole third floor all to yourself. He said you can even paint it whatever color you’d like.”, she said pointing up towards the sky.

A whole floor to yourself would be nice. It was much more space than the little bedroom you had in the tiny apartment you guys were previously living in. You also weren’t allowed to paint or hang anything on the walls due to your dads fear of not getting his security deposit back so being able to express yourself sounded interesting.

Looking up at the third floor window you felt your mouth go dry and your heart rate increase. You squinted trying to get past the rays of the sun to see better. “Ready to go inside honey?”, your mom asked. You nodded,” Yeah umm is the house empty already?”, you asked before grabbing a few bags out of the trunk. “Yeah, according to the relator it’s been empty for about three years. Why do you ask?” Looking back at the window the figure you swore you saw staring down at you moments ago was no longer there. Must’ve been a shadow you thought. “No reason. Just asking.”

Once inside you were pleasantly surprised. For a house that had been empty for the last three years it was surprisingly well kept. There wasn’t any dust and the air smelled clean, almost like the windows had been regularly opened to let fresh air in. It took a few hours but the movers finally got everything moved into the house. Unfortunately their job was only to bring the stuff off the truck and put it in the house. They didn’t organize anything and they definitely didn’t take any of your stuff up to the third floor which meant it was all up to you. Thankfully your cousins Jimin and Taehyung were there to help. Taehyung made the trip with you guys after your dad offered to pay him for his time and then even pay for his flight back home and your cousin Jimin only lived 15 minutes away so he made the drive over.

“Jesus Y/N, how many boxes of clothes do you need?”, Jimin asked dropping the third box down on the floor of your room. You chuckled, “It’s not that bad. Stop being a baby.” “Where do you want this stuff?”, Taehyhung asked walking in the room. You looked at the writing on the box ‘Y/N’s music recording stuff’ and said, “Umm just put it in that corner over there.”

After a few more trips everything that was labeled with your name was placed in your room. “Want us to help unpack?”, Jimin asked taking a sip of a water bottle. You shook your head, “No I’ve got this. It’ll take awhile to go through everything.” At that time you heard your dad shouting for the three of you to come to the kitchen because the pizza arrived. Your two cousins were sprinting down the stairs before you could even speak so you turned off the light before shutting the door behind you.

After dinner you said goodbye to Taehyung and your dad drove him to the airport while Jimin hung out a little longer. “I can’t believe your parents actually bought this house. Must be pretty brave.”, he said. You furrowed your brows, “Why do you say that? It seems like an okay house. I mean our entire apartment could fit in the living room of this place.” Jimin smiled, “I guess you didn’t do your research on this house before moving in.” You asked, “Is there a point to you telling me this?” “Well yeah, this house is haunted.” Rolling your eyes you chuckled at his ridiculousness. He continued anyways, “Years ago a family lived here. The Min’s. They died in the house and it’s been haunted by their son ever since. That’s why no one has bought the house all this time.” Jimin had always tried to scare you ever since you were little. He knew you were kind of gullible and for some reason he got joy in getting under your skin but you weren’t going to fall for it this time. You sighed at his half hearted attempt, “Seriously Jimin fuck off. I’m not falling for that crap. You’re just trying to scare me. Besides the relator is legally obligated to tell us of any deaths in this house and plus if the whole family died here why would it only be haunted by the son?”

Jimin laughed at your response, “In this state the relator is only legally required to say anything about a death in the house for two years after it happens. We’re already past that. And the rumor is the parents made peace with what happened and they were able to move on. Their son not so much.” Now you were laughing at his crazy story but Jimin didn’t laugh with you like you expected. “Seriously Y/N think about it. A giant gorgeous house like this in a really good neighborhood being sold for significantly under its market value and no one actually makes an offer on it in almost three years. Seems a little fishy to me?”, he says. Biting your lip you try your best to not let him know you’re starting to question it. Then you think back to when you first got there and you swore you saw someone standing in your window. Playfully you punch his shoulder, “Get lost Jimin. Don’t you have somehwere to be?” He laughs before standing up and heading towards the door, “You’re right I should get going. But think about it Y/N. Don’t let them drag you down in the basement. You remember what happened in that one movie don’t you?”

Now you were slightly annoyed but you would never let him know that. You walked him to the front door where your parents came to say goodbye and told him to stop by any time. “Oh we’ll see about that.”, he said while looking at you with a smirk and heading out to his car. You wished your parents goodnight before heading up to the third floor. Once in your room you began unboxing some stuff wanting to get a big chunk of it done tonight. You moved some of your clothes to the closet and that’s when you noticed something odd. One of the boxes that had your music equipment in it had been opened and some of the contents were taken out of the bubble wrap. You thought it was strange because you remembered specifically making sure those boxes were taped very well and that everything inside was wrapped up tightly so nothing got damaged. You shrugged it off thinking that the box probably came apart when Taehyung dropped it down on the floor and got back to unloading your clothes.

Finally after getting the last box emptied you laid on your bed exhausted. You started to think that maybe Jimin was right and you had way too many clothes so you made a mental note to go through them and get a donation pile going. Speaking of Jimin his little story was starting to get to you. What if he wasn’t making up a complete bullshit story to scare you? What if the house was haunted? You shook the thought out of your head and got under the covers feeling a slight chill. With the warmth of your bed it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep only waking in the morning when you heard your mom knocking on your door.

“Y/N, your dad and I are gonna go up to the hardware store to get a few things. Did you want to come along?”, she asked. Not even fully coherent yet you mumbled something and your mom knew that meant no so she smiled, “Okay well I made breakfast. I left a plate for you in the kitchen.”, and off she went. After you finally woke up enough to not be a zombie you changed into some new clothes and made your way downstairs to look for the breakfast she had left.

As you were half way down the stairs you heard a loud bang coming from the kitchen. Quickening your step you ran into the kitchen and found the coffee pot on the floor with spilled coffee all around. You figured your dad must’ve left it sitting on the edge of the counter and it simply tipped over. He was always forgetful like that. After cleaning up the mess you poured yourself a cup of orange juice and sat down to eat some of the sausage and eggs when you felt your phone vibrate next to you. Checking the screen you saw a text from Jimin,

Chimchim: How was last night? Any ghostly activity?”

You: Don’t you have better things to do?

Chimchim: Maybe you should have Ghostbusters on speed dial ;)

Rolling your eyes you placed your phone back in your pocket before cleaning up after yourself. To be honest you had forgotten all about his little ghost story and you intended to keep it that way. Once back upstairs you started unpacking more of your belongings. You unpacked your laptop and that’s when curiosity got the best of you and you thought maybe doing a quick internet search about your house and it’s past might not be so bad. After the computer finally powered up and connected to the internet you pulled up a search bar and began typing ‘1613 Cherry Lane Min Family’. Before you could hit search the computer completely freaked out and shut all the way down. You tried hitting the power button and plugging in the charger but nothing was working. It was dead and you were pissed. “Stupid computer. You’re less than 6 months old.”, you said slamming it closed.

At that time your parents came home so you went downstairs to greet them and tell them the bad news about your laptop. The rest of the day was spent unpacking as much of your stuff as you could. You wanted to get it done so that it was one less thing to stress about, especially since you were starting at your new school in the morning.

Thankfully your night was uneventful and you managed to get as much sleep as your nerves would allow. You ate a quick breakfast before saying goodbye to your parents and headed out the door. Jimin was waiting for you in his car. Luckily he went to the same school that you’d be attending and agreed to drive you to and from.

You were walking through the hallways standing close to Jimin when you heard a group of guys calling his name and you saw four guys running up to you both. Jimin smiled, “Y/N these are my friends, Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok, and Jungkook. Guys this is my cousin Y/N. She just moved here. Be nice.” The boys all smiled and then Jungkook caught your attention with how wide his eyes got. “You’re the one that moved into the Cherry Lane house aren’t you? Is it really haunted?”, he asked. Jin continued, “Yeah I heard it’s haunted by the son Yoongi. I heard he’s really mean and scares off anyone that comes in the house.” Namjoon shook his head, “He wouldn’t. I was friends with Yoongi. He was really quiet and shy but very nice. It’s a shame what happened to him.”

Before you could question them the bell rang signaling that it was time to get to your first period. Thankfully the classroom wasn’t too far away because you couldn’t shake the conversation you had from your head. So there really was a Min family and maybe Jimin’s story wasn’t complete BS after all but you still didn’t believe in ghosts.

During your lunch period you couldn’t take it any more and went to the schools library so you could have access to a computer. Not having a lot of time you quickly got down to business and began searching ‘1613 Cherry Lane Min Family’ and luckily this time the computer didn’t short out. Clicking on the first article you came to you gasped when you began reading,

“On Thursday November 14th at approximately 9:35pm police were dispatched to the house at 1613 Cherry Lane after concerned neighbors reported hearing lots of shouting and a possible gunshot. When police arrived they found the back door had been kicked in and various items through the house destroyed and/or missing. The bodies of the Min family were located upstairs. It appears to have been a robbery gone wrong. Anyone with any information is requested to please contact the police department as soon as possible.”

With shaking hands you backed out of that article and clicked on the next. It basically said the same thing as the first but this time there was a picture of the family. Your eyes were trained on the son who from the caption you figured must be Yoongi. Based on his age at the time of the article he would be about your age now. He was strikingly handsome with a big gummy smile and the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen.

Before you could dig any deeper the bell rang signaling it was time for your next class so you shut down the computer and made your way to your biology class. Not only did you hate science to begin with but now you were focused on the newly obtained information about your house. Just because someone died in the house doesn’t mean it’s haunted. Right?

You were glad you only had one more class left and that was a study hall. It gave you time to get caught up on homework and stuff but also more time to think. When you walked into the room you heard someone shout your name and you looked over and saw Namjoon and Jungkook sitting together. Happily you made your way over and took a seat next to them. “Liking your first day here Y/N?,” Namjoon asked. You nodded, “Yeah everyone’s really nice.” The teacher took attendance and then let everyone get to work. “So Y/N, any idea what college you plan to go to next year?”, Namjoon asked. Shaking your head, “Not yet. I’ve still got so much to figure out. This move really messed up my plans.” Jungkook looked over, “Oh yeah so Y/N, anything interesting happen in that house?” Namjoon cleared his throat trying to distract from the question but you spoke, “It’s okay Namjoon. There were a couple weird things but they all have logical explanations so not really I guess. Are the stories about the house really that bad?”

Jungkook looked like a kid in a candy store. You could tell he’s been waiting to talk to you about it all day. “There’s a rumor that someone moved in and only last three hours before they got too scared and left. Said there was a demonic ghost that tormented them.”, he huffed. “Well nothing has been tormenting us and we’ve been there for a few days already.”, you replied. A girl in the seat behind you leaned in and joined the conversation, “Oh are you guys talking about the Cherry Lane house? I heard from my sister’s boyfriend that he broke in one time to try and see if the rumors were true and let’s just say he was never quite the same after that. He won’t talk about it but he refuses to even drive down Cherry Lane. He makes my sister drive ten minutes out of the way to take him home.” Another girl chimed in, “Yeah I heard Yoongi is a real jerk. He doesn’t want anyone living in that house so he scares everyone away. Something about not wanting people to forget what happened to him and his family or something like that.”

Your last period went by pretty quick, especially with all the gossip about your house. Jimin gave you a ride home and you thanked him before making your way back in the house. Your dad was at work and your mom had started her new job as a nurse at the local hospital so you were home alone for the next few hours. Happy to have peace you decided to try and clean up your room a little. Admittedly you were messy and had just left clothes thrown about and your plate from breakfast was still on your dresser. But when you opened your door you were shocked to see a clean and organized room. The clothes that had been thrown around the room were now neatly folded on your bed and there were no dishes to be seen. That’s odd you thought but figured your mom probably cleaned up before she left so you mentally prepared yourself for a lecture when she got home later about cleaning up after yourself.

The next few days went by as normal. Nothing odd happened and you were getting the hang of your classes. But each day you found yourself thinking about Yoongi. Wondering if he really is haunting your house. Wondering if you were going crazy for even thinking about that. When Friday came around and you made it to you last period study hall you took your usual seat next to Namjoon thankful that Jungkook appeared to be absent today. “Hi Y/N, ready for the weekend?”, he asked. Smiling you replied, “Of course!” The teacher took attendance and then like usual let everyone get started on their tasks. You kept looking over at Namjoon before finally working up the courage to ask, “Hey Joon, you said that you used to be friends with Yoongi right? I’m just wondering what he was like.” He bit his lip trying to make sure he thought out a proper response, “Well like I said he was pretty shy and quiet. He didn’t have a ton of friends. He was a little cocky but still thoughtful and caring. He was a caffeine addict, always had a cup of coffee. He was a clean freak too. He was constantly cleaning and organizing. That’s why he hated coming over to my house because my room is such a disaster.” He let out a small chuckle before continuing, “Yoongi was a huge basketball fan. He was always playing or watching it. He also really loved music. He wanted to be a music producer one day. He was pretty talented too. It sucks he never got to achieve that dream.”

“Wow yeah that is terrible.”, was all you could get out somewhat regretting that you asked. On the drive home you kept repeating Namjoon’s words in your head. Then it hit you. The box with your music recording equipment was opened, the coffee pot on the ground with spilled coffee everywhere, your room being cleaned and organized after you left it a mess. You felt like you were suffocating and quickly rolled down the passenger window trying to get some air. “Whoa Y/N are you okay? You don’t look so good.”, Jimin asked. Shaking your head was all you could do so Jimin sped up a little wanting to get you home before you vomited all over the interior of his car.

After you got into your house you were suddenly creeped out by the quietness. Was Yoongi really haunting this house? No, ghosts aren’t real. But how do you explain everything that happened? You felt another panic attack coming on so you were trying to run to the kitchen to get a glass of water but tripped over your untied shoe lace falling forward and hitting your head on the cabinet in front of you.

When you woke up an hour later you were in your bed with an ice pack bandaged to your head and a raging headache. Remembering how you tripped and fell you figured your parents must’ve come home and found you and put you in bed and not wanting to worry them you walked downstairs to let them know you were okay. But you were met with complete silence. No tv on, no dinner cooking. That’s odd. Then you heard your phone ding and saw a text from your father,

Dad-a-roo: Sorry Y/N, I’m gonna be staying late tonight. Go ahead and order yourself some food.

Okay that’s weird but maybe your mom came home and then left for some reason. Then you saw the text from her from a few hours ago,

Mommy Dearest: Y/N sweetie I’m absolutely swamped here so I picked up an extra shift and won’t be home until late at night. There’s some left overs in the fridge or order yourself something good. Don’t watch the next episode of our show without me!

Alright so neither of your parents came home so they weren’t the ones that put you in your bed. You stood there racking your brain and then it hit you, Jimin! Quickly you typed up a text message to send to him,

You: Hey Chim, thank you for helping me get into my bed. I must’ve been really sick to pass out like that. But why didn’t you stay to comfort me?:(

Chimchim: Umm Y/N, it’s only 6:00pm. Maybe lay off the drinking for a while. I haven’t been at your house since I dropped you off and I didn’t even go inside.

Immediately you felt like you were going to pass out again. So no logical explications can explain how you ended up in your bed and the more you thought about it the more your head began to spin and then the room went dark.

You woke up once again in bed, this time you looked over and saw someone sitting in the corner of your room. Panic set in. Should you pretend to be asleep? Should you scream for help? What kind of a person breaks into a house and helps you get in bed?

Before you could decided what to do the person looked up and set down the magazine he was reading, “Do you normally pass out a lot? Because if you do I’d appreciate it if you’d do it on the third floor so I don’t have to carry you up all those stairs.” You wanted to scream but no sound came out. This must be a dream. Yes, this is definitely a dream you thought. You looked back over at the man in the corner and you noticed how breathtakingly beautiful he was. He continued to stare back at you while you stared at him. “Umm a thank you would be nice.”, he said with an attitude. “Who are you?”, was all you could manage to whisper. He smirked, “You and I both know that you know that answer. My name is Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”

Laughing to yourself you quipped, “Okay now I know I’m definitely dreaming. That’s the last time I eat pepperoni pizza that close to bedtime. Every time it gives me nightmares.” Yoongi walked over to you and sat on the bed, “It’s not a nightmare and this is real.” He grabbed your hand, you could feel him. His hand was ice cold but you could still hold him. You felt like you got smacked in the face and you began to scream, kicking at the blankets trying to get them off of you so you could get away. “Shhh shh Y/N, do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood? I’m not going to hurt you.”, he whispered. “Really how do I know that? From what I’ve been told you’re pretty awful.”, you asked. He lightly chuckled to himself, “Y/N, if I was planning on hurting you would I have carried up to bed and tucked you in, twice might I add? But I’m glad I have such a reputation.” Trying to process everything you stared at the person in front of you. “So you’re really Yoongi? And you’re a ghost?”, you asked. He smiled, “Yep all of the above.”

“So were you the one that opened up my music equipment and spilled the coffee and cleaned my room?”, you asked. Yoongi nodded, “Yeah sorry about your equipment. I got excited when I saw it. And that morning I heard you coming down the stairs and was nervous you’d see me so I panicked and missed the counter when putting the coffee pot back. And you are so messy. I don’t know how you live like that so I had to clean up after you.” Curious you asked, “So if you can hide yourself from people why didn’t you just do it that morning instead of panicking and dropping the coffee pot?” He shrugged his shoulders, “Honestly sometimes I just forget.” You chuckled a little at his honesty but then remembered that you were talking to an actual ghost. “So you really don’t want to hurt me? Why have I heard so many stories about you chasing people out of here?”, you asked unsure if you wanted to really know the answer.

Yoongi sighed, “Usually I scare people out of here because they just want to be here because of the history. They’re always into ghost stories or trying to conjure up spirits or some shit like that and I find it disrespectful so if they come here looking for ghosts I make sure to give them what they want. But you and your family don’t seem to be like that so I didn’t feel like I had to chase you away. At least not yet. So no I’m not here to hurt you.”

You nod taking it all in. You weren’t really sure what to say next. “Umm I’m sorry about what happened to you and your family.”, you said immediately cringing. “Since you wanted to be a music producer I could show you my equipment.”, you said trying to change the subject. Yoongi looked over at you through slanted eyes, “How do you know so much about me?”

You giggled, “Well I googled some things but I go to school with one of your old friends Namjoon. He told me a lot about you.” The name of his old friend brought a smile to Yoongi’s face, “Oh Namjoon. How is he doing? I’m surprised he hasn’t done something to get himself killed. He was always so unbelievably clumsy.” You laughed, “Yeah he still is. He’s really good. He was just voted class president.” Yoongi nodded along, “Have you met someone named Hoseok? How is he doing?” You nodded and told him all the updates you could think of. The two of you talked for a while but the whole time you couldn’t help but feel like you were going to wake up any minute and realize this was all just a dream.

At some point you fell asleep because you woke up the next day tucked in bed and still with a major headache. You scanned the room and noticed you were alone. “Of course. It was all a dream. Just like you thought.”, you said out loud. “How many times do I have to tell you it wasn’t a dream?”, a deep voice said from behind you causing you to jump and spin around coming face to face with Yoongi. “Okay not a dream. I’m really talking to a ghost right now. Maybe I’m just loosing my mind.”, you said getting a smirk from him. Hearing your mom call you down for breakfast you grabbed some clothes and we’re about get changed when you suddenly peaked around but didn’t see Yoongi anywhere. Still unsure you grabbed your clothes and went to the bathroom to get changed. When you got back to your room you saw Yoongi sitting in the chair laughing, “You know if I really wanted to see you naked I could just walk into the bathroom with you right?” You cringed at the thought as he continued, “But don’t worry. I’m not a dirtbag like that. I respect you and always make sure I disappear and go elsewhere when you get undressed.” “Unless you want me here”., he said raising his eyebrows. “No thanks.”, you replied rolling your eyes. Hearing your mom call you again you began making your way to the door before turning around, “So umm you’re my first ghost roommate. Do you want me to bring you some food or do you even eat? Maybe a cup of coffee?” Yoongi smiled at your thoughtfulness, “No thank you. I’m alright for now.” Quickly you turned and ran downstairs before your mother had to call you a third time.

After breakfast you made your way back upstairs but not before grabbing a mug of coffee to bring with you. Even though he said he wasn’t going to hurt you, you still wanted him on your good side. But the room was empty. Setting the mug on the table you said, “I know you said you didn’t want anything but I brought you a cup of coffee.” Honestly you felt silly just talking to an empty room but you started to feel a presence and turning around you saw Yoongi standing in the corner. You chuckled, “Okay how about not acting creepy like that? You can just hang out here. You don’t have to keep disappearing and reappearing.” He began to smirk but you shut him down fast, “Except for when I’m changing.” “Thank you for the coffee.”, he mumbled while taking the cup from you. Awkwardly you stood there staring at each other until you broke the silence, “So did you have any plans today?” He chuckled, “Well I’m a ghost so probably just ghost things ya know.” Internally groaning at your awkwardness you replied,”Right makes sense.”

Thankfully Yoongi was a little more charismatic as he sat down in front of your music equipment turning to look at you, “How do you use this stuff? I never really had the opportunity to get this involved in it.” You spent the next few hours giving him a crash course on music production and he told you how he had dreams of being a music producer but his parents severely disapproved so he had no support and wasn’t able to spend much time on it so what little time he did have he spent secretly writing lyrics. He had just gotten a part time job at a local recording studio doing admin things right before the murder. “It was a crappy job at a no name recording studio but at least it was getting my foot in the door but oh well. None of that matters any more.”, he said and you could feel your heart breaking for him. He looked so small and dejected at the reminder of what could have been.

Sunday was spent pretty much the same, just the two of you talking. You told him about your life back home and how you had to move across the country. He didn’t say much but he was attentively listening. When Monday morning came around you were a little sad to have to leave him for the day. Walking into the kitchen you found Yoongi standing at the counter sipping on a cup of coffee. “Why are you so pouty?”, he asked before handing you a plate of waffles. “I’m just sad. We had such a nice weekend and I don’t want you to be lonely while I’m gone.” He chuckled at your answer, “Y/N, I’ve been alone for the last couple years. I think I can manage the next eight hours.” You heard a honk coming from outside signaling that Jimin was there to pick you up so after placing your dish in the sink you grabbed your bag and turned to say goodbye and leave but Yoongi stopped you. He handed you a bag, “Here I packed you a lunch. You’re always so hungry when you come home and I know it’s because you don’t eat at school. It’s really important to take care of yourself.” You smiled at his kind gesture and grabbed the bag. Jimin laid on the horn outside which meant he was getting irritated and about four seconds from making you walk to school so you quickly thanked him for the lunch and ran out the door.

Over the next few weeks you and Yoongi fell into a routine. Every morning during the week he made you breakfast and then handed you a lunch and when you got home he’d help you with your homework and then you’d both work on music or watch basketball. On the weekends you talked or created music together. It was really nice and you often found yourself forgetting that your new best friend was a ghost.

Then one morning you woke up cheerful and in a good mood padding down the stairs ready for whatever yummy breakfast Yoongi had prepared for you today, but the kitchen was empty. Coffee had not been made. You thought it was odd but then you reminded yourself that he wasn’t your personal chef and had no obligations to do anything for you. Jimin honked outside so you turned to leave and that’s when you noticed the bag sitting on the counter. So he did still make you lunch. Jimin honked outside again, “Man he gets more impatient every day.”, you thought to yourself. You threw on your coat and headed for the door waving to Jimin to let him know you were coming. “Yoongi I’m leaving. Have a good day.”, you shouted before shutting the door behind you. All morning you couldn’t help but feel like something was off with Yoongi. Again you knew he didn’t have to do anything for you but it was weird that all of a sudden he just stopped.

Sixth period was history class which you didn’t mind. The teacher was a little quirky and made things fun. At the start of every class she did a ‘This Day in History’ contest and whoever had the most interesting fact received five extra credit points. She stood at the front of the class and clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Alright class today is November 14th. Who has a fun fact for this day in history?”, she spoke. That’s when it hit you. “Oh my god. November 14th! That’s the day Yoongi and his family were murdered.” You felt like you were going to faint again. You had a million thoughts going on in your brain, “Is that why he wasn’t there for breakfast? But he still made you lunch? Is he okay? What can I do for him?” You discreetly texted your mom letting her know that you weren’t feeling well and asking if she could call the school and give permission for you to leave. Thankfully she didn’t protest and let you know she just called the school office. After your history class was over you went to the office and signed out before quickly running home.

Sprinting through the front door you started shouting for Yoongi. Running up the stairs you reached your room panting and out of breath. Even though you were the one that was calling for him it still startled you when he appeared out of nowhere. “Y/N, what are you doing home?”, he asked. You took a long look at his face. His eyes were puffy and swollen. He nose was a light shade of red. He had been crying and from what you could tell he was crying long and hard. “Oh Yoongi, why didn’t you say anything? I would’ve stayed home all day today?”, you asked wrapping your arms around him. Even though he felt cold the hug was comforting. He scoffed, “Nonsense Y/N. Just because today is today doesn’t mean I want you to cater to me. You had a really important math test today. How did it go?” In just the few short months you’ve been with him you’ve grown to know him well enough that you could tell he was trying to change the subject. You pulled him down next to you on the bed, “Yoongi it’s okay to cry. It’s okay to be sad and hurt and angry. You don’t have to put up a wall for me.” Your words broke down that wall he had put up and he rested his face in the crook of your neck. His shoulders began to shake with each sob he let go, “I just miss them so much. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. They were supposed to grow old and die warm and comfy in their bed. I was supposed to grow up, go to college, get a job, get married and have a family and watch my children grow and one day have grandchildren and grow old with the love of my life.” You didn’t say anything and just let him cry it out. “I was going to be the old cranky man that yelled at the kids to get off my lawn.”, he chuckled.

After a good while and you felt like he had sufficiently mourned the day you lifted his face to look at you, “I’m so sorry that this happened Yoongi. I wish I could take away all of this pain. I know it’s not much and I can’t change it but you’re always going to have me.” He nodded and gave you a weak smile. The two of you laid back in bed and you told him about your math test and how you’re pretty sure you bombed it and he playfully scolded you since he helped you study for a week. At some point you fell asleep listening to him tell you about a song he had been working on and he smiled when he looked over and noticed your sleeping figure leaning on his shoulder. He was glad you were so comfortable around him.

The next morning you woke up tucked away in bed. You smiled knowing that Yoongi was the one that always took care of you. Walking into the kitchen you were once again greeted by Yoongi who handed you a plate of food and pointed to your lunch sitting on the table. His face was still puffy from the events of the day before but you chose to ignore it not wanting to bring up those memories.

The next few weeks quickly went back to normal and you and Yoongi were pretty much inseparable any time you were home. Today was Friday and you were excited because that meant two whole days of spending time with Yoongi. Just before the bell was to ring signaling the end of the day you heard someone clear their throat. “Excited for the weekend Y/N? You’ve been staring at the clock all period.”, Namjoon asks. You smiled, “Yeah it’s been a long week.” He nodded in an agreement. You noticed he was fidgety and looked extremely nervous. “Umm Y/N, I’m just gonna come out and say this and not beat around the bush. Would you go to the winter formal with me? It’s okay if you don’t want to but I thought maybe we could go together, even as just friends?”, he said before letting out a long breath he was holding in. You saw Jungkook snicker behind him. You were torn about what to do. Part of you never wanted to leave the house on the weekend because you didn’t want to miss any time with Yoongi but you had heard that the winter formal was a pretty big thing and you’d never been asked to go to a dance before and Namjoon was kind of cute and so sweet. You hadn’t even realized how long you had been in your own thoughts until you noticed how red Namjoon had turned. He looked mortified. Nodding your head you agreed, “Yeah I’d love to go with you.” He gave you the biggest dimple smile before the bell rang and you let him know you had to leave or Jimin would kill you.

The following weekend was the winter formal. You picked out a dress that you thought was flattering. A floor length dark blue gown with a few embellishments and a slit that went up to your mid thigh. Was it a little risqué for a high school dance, yeah it probably was but you felt good in it. You were standing in your room struggling to put your necklace on when Yoongi walked in. He stood there staring at you in disbelief. You had already told him how you were going to the dance with Namjoon because for some reason you felt like you needed his blessing. He of course didn’t have any issue with it but now that he saw you in that dress he was definitely a tad bit jealous.

“Here let me help you?”, he said reaching out for the necklace. You turned away from him and lifted up your hair so he could place the chain around your neck. Carefully he clasped the two ends together his icy fingers lightly brushed against the back of your neck sending a chill down your spine. He smiled at you in the mirror, “You look beautiful Y/N.” You smiled back, “Thank you Yoongi.” Judging by the loud laughter coming from down stairs you knew Jimin had arrived with his date which also meant Namjoon was here. You turned to Yoongi and were hit with a sudden rush of sadness. Sadness at the fact that Yoongi will never get to experience this. He’ll never go to a dance or go on a date. He’ll never go have dinner with a group of his friends with his girl on his arm. It was enough to make you tear up. He must’ve known why you were crying because he reached up and gently wiped away the loose tears, “Don’t cry. I watched you spend hours on this makeup and it looks too nice to ruin. Don’t worry about me Y/N. Go have fun with Namjoon. You both deserve it.” You got an idea and not wanting to leave him like this you walked over to your stereo and picked out a perfect song. The melody started playing through the speakers and you walked over to Yoongi taking his hand and leading him to the center of the room, “Dance with me.” He chuckled at your cheesiness but he didn’t protest quickly placing a hand on your waist and slowly moving you around the room. When the song came to an end he smiled down at you and you up at him. Slowly the two of you leaned into each other lips getting closer and closer before he quickly pulled away. “Uhh thank you for the dance. It was nice. You should probably go though. I bet Namjoon is waiting for you.”, he said shyly rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded and grabbed your coat before heading downstairs.

Namjoon greeted you with a smile and a bouquet of flowers that you graciously accepted. Your mom started ushering all of you in front of the fire place to take photos. Yoongi sat at the top of the stairs just out of view but he watched you closely. He wanted to be the one with his hand around your waist while your mom took an embarrassing amount of photos. He wanted to be the one that got an awkward lecture from your dad about keeping his hands to himself. He wanted to take you out to an overpriced restaurant that served you microwaved food they claimed was freshly made. He wanted to dance the night away with you before he leaned in for a kiss just before the end of the dance. He wanted all of this but he knew it could never happen and for your sake he’d make sure you never found out. Hearing that everyone was moving towards the door he decided to leave before he was seen. He quickly wiped away the few tears that had fallen before returning back to your room.

The dance was as magical as you had heard but you couldn’t get Yoongi out of your head and it made you feel guilty for not giving Namjoon your full attention. Luckily he didn’t seem to notice and the night went by in a flash.

A few weeks go by and you and Yoongi get even closer. After the dance you shared that night something changed between you two. You realized that you had feelings for him. You told yourself that was crazy since he’s a ghost but the more you thought about it the more you didn’t care. It was working now so why couldn’t it work in the future?

The two of you celebrated Christmas together. You got him a new sweater and beanie after you noticed his were becoming worn. He wrote you a song that you thought was absolutely beautiful. New years came and went. You found out his birthday from Namjoon so you baked him a cake and decorated your room with balloons, having to lie to your parents by telling them it was all for a school project you were working on (somehow they bought that). Things were going really well.

Yoongi at some point also realized that his feelings were growing stronger. He however knew that this would never work in actuality. You were from two different worlds and because of that he tried his best to hide his feelings. He even encouraged you to date Namjoon. You eventually gave in but it only lasted a few months before you decided to end things because you realized you wanted to spend more time with the ghost in your house than your actual boyfriend.

You never imagined your life could get any better than it was. That was until a warm evening in June when everything came crashing down. You had just graduated from high school a few days before and now that you had a moment you were showing Yoongi all of the photos and videos that you had taken at the ceremony. “I’m really proud of you Y/N.”, he smiled. Resting your head on his shoulder you whispered a quiet, “Thank you.” The room fell silent before Yoongi cleared his throat “So when do you leave for college?” You cringed at the question. When you were initially looking at colleges you decided on one back on the other side of the country closer to your hometown. It was a really good school and had a great music production program. At the time your feelings for Yoongi weren’t as strong so you didn’t mind leaving but now the thought of leaving him and moving to the other side of the country makes you physically sick. “Umm actually I don’t think I’m going.”, you replied. Yoongi chokes on air from shock, “What? No you have to go. It’s a great opportunity Y/N.” You shook your head, “I changed my mind. I’m gonna go to the local community college. It’s twenty minutes away. Then I can stay here with you.” He runs his hand over his face, “But they don’t have a music program. That’s your dream.” Grabbing his hand and pulling him next to you on the bed you smile, “It’s okay. Dreams can change. You’re my dream now. They have a vet tech program. I love animals so I think that will be a good fit for me.” Yoongi tilts your chin up so that you’re looking at him. He goes to say something but you cut him off my taking a chance and leaning in and kissing him. Even though his lips are cold you feel a warmth spread through your body that only intensifies when he deepens the kiss. Gently you reach up to caress his cheek but that’s when he snaps back to reality.

Yoongi recoils back like he was just bit by something. He steps back running his hands through his hair, “No Y/N, I won’t let you do this. I won’t let you ruin your life.” You can feel the tears soaking your shirt, “You don’t get to make that decision for me. I love you Yoongi and I want to stay here with you. We can make this work.” He scoffs, “This can’t work Y/N. I’m dead. I’m a ghost. I can’t support you. We can’t buy a house or get married. We could never have kids. I can’t even taken you on a proper date. I can’t give you any of the things you deserve.”

Reaching out for him you reply, “I don’t care about any of that Yoongi. I just want you.” You expect him to embrace you but instead he steps farther away, “No Y/N. I’m won’t let you ruin your life. You have goals and dreams to achieve and I won’t be the reason that you get stuck here too.” Before you could say anything else he walks out without looking back.

You spend the summer trying to get Yoongi to show himself. You leave cups of coffee in your room that all go untouched. You even let your room turn into a disastrous mess hoping he’d get annoyed and clean up but the mess just gets to the point that even you can’t take it any more and clean yourself.

It’s late August and you just taped up the last box handing it to your dad and telling him you’d be down in a little bit as you just wanted a few minutes alone in your room to make sure nothing was missing. He nodded and told you to take your time. You sat down on the bed staring around the room and thinking back to all the memories. You looked over and saw your music equipment still sat out. Even though it was going to be expensive to buy a whole new set up you wanted to leave that for Yoongi to have in case he got bored. Sighing you tried to steady your voice before speaking, “Well Yoongi I’m leaving for college now. I’ll be on the other side of the country so I don’t know when I’ll be back to visit. It would be really nice to see you before I go.” You sat in silence for a while but nothing happened.

Sighing even deeper this time you grabbed your purse slinging it over your shoulder, “Alright well take care of yourself Yoongi. Please also take care of my parents if you can. I hope you can be happy Yoongi. I love you.” Taking one last look back you shut the door behind you closing that chapter of your life.

10 Years Later…

“Alright Mae go say hi to grandma and grandpa.”, you told your young daughter who excitedly ran through the house looking for her grandparents. You felt a strange sensation stepping foot into your old house. You hadn’t been back since you left for college, always making an excuse why you couldn’t come home or convincing your parents to come visit you instead. The thought of possibly facing Yoongi always made your chest ache, if he’d even show himself. But something happened recently and it encouraged you to want to come see him, or at least try.

You and your daughter ate a lovely dinner with your parents before you excused yourself saying that you wanted to check your room for an old sweatshirt. Giving your daughter a kiss on the head you told her to keep her grandparents entertained while you made your way up to the third floor room.

Stepping inside you were hit with a wave of emotions. Everything was still clean and organized. The familiar smell of lemon hit your nostrils. You sat on the bed unsure of what to do next. You knew that Yoongi had been around over the years. You thought back to the time your mom called to tell you how the strangest thing happened where she tripped going down the stairs but instead of falling forwards something grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. She said it was probably just your dad even though he fully denied it but you knew it was Yoongi looking out for her. Or the time your dad called you frantically after a battery caught fire in the garage in the middle of the night while they were sleeping. Luckily there wasn’t a ton of damage and nobody was hurt but the fire department couldn’t figure out how someone had used a fire extinguisher to put out the flames when both of your parents claimed to be asleep. They chucked it up to an intruder but you knew who really put out the flames that night and potentially saved your parents lives.

Staring at the floor in front of you deep in thought you were snapped out if it when you felt the bed dip next to you. Looking over you saw a smiling Yoongi staring at you. He still looked the same even after all this time. Excitedly you wrapped your arms around his neck, “I missed you so much.” You felt him smile against your skin, “I missed you too Y/N.” The two of you sat in silence for a while before Yoongi spoke up, “You’re daughter is adorable. She looks just like a tiny Namjoon in a wig.” You chuckled, “Yeah Namjoon and I reconnected after college and ended up getting married and having Mae.” He nodded, “What’s that big guy up to?” “He’s a curator at one of the biggest museums in LA.”, you responded. “And you?”, he asked. Smiling you replied, “I’m a music producer.” Yoongi grinned, “I know. I’ve been listening to all the music you work on. I just wanted to hear you say it.” Playfully you pushed his shoulder away from you.

“So why did you come back after all these years?”, he asked clearing his throat. “Well I saw something on the news a couple weeks ago and I wanted to know if you saw it too.”, you said. Yoongi bit his bottom lip before falling into a smile, “I did. I’ll never forget that day.” He pulled out a newspaper article and handed it over to you. Reading over the words again you couldn’t hide the smile that crept up on your lips,

“On July 22nd officers made an arrest in the case. Soobin Park admitted to murdering the Min Family after they woke up while he was attempting a robbery of their home on Cherry Lane. Fearing that his identity had been compromised he committed the murders to protect himself. Mr. Park is also being charged in connection with six other robberies in the area over the last fifteen years. For the Min family murders he has been sentenced to 75 years to life in prison without the possibility of parole.”

You handed the paper back to Yoongi and watched as he gently put it back in his pocket. “I’m so happy for you Yoongi. This is what you’ve been waiting for and I’m glad you and your family finally got Justice.” He smiled, “Yeah me too.” You fell back into a comfortable silence until you broke it. “You know I have a lot of connections in the music industry now. I thought maybe we could work together.”

Yoongi gave you a shy smile before walking over to your closet retrieving a notebook and walking back over to hand it to you. “This is my lyric book. I’ve got dozens maybe even hundreds of songs and ideas in here. I want you to have it. Use it for inspiration. Claim the songs as your own.”, he said placing the book in your hands. Flipping through the pages your brows furrowed in confusion, “Why would I claim it as my own? I can still give you credit without you having to be in the spotlight. You deserve the recognition. I can even get the money transferred to you.” Yoongi shook his head, “I won’t need the money Y/N. I want you to have it.” Looking over to him you saw the light in his eyes and knew what he meant. He continued, “Now that I know that my family got justice and I now know that you’re happy and well taken care of I feel like I can finally move on. I can move on and be at peace with my parents. I told them that one day when justice is served I’d join them and that say has come.”

You felt a familiar burning sensation in your eyes. Yoongi chuckled and reached up to wipe away the tears, “Hey don’t cry Y/N. This is a good thing. I’m finally happy and you can finally move on knowing that I’m okay.” Leaning into his touch you whispered, “But how will I know that you really are okay?” “Trust me. You’ll know.”, he smiled before standing up and walking over to the stereo.

You watched him carefully choose a song and he turned around before flashing you the gummy smile you missed so much. A familiar melody began to play through the speakers and you thought back to that day you danced with him before your winter formal. He walked over and held out his hand, “May I have one last dance?”

Nodding your head you took his hand and slowly began to twirl around the room. “Namjoon will kill me if he ever finds out about this?”, he chuckled. “Well luckily you’re already dead right?”, you laughed. The song ended and you walked back over to the bed grabbing the notebook. You could hear Mae downstairs getting antsy so you knew you were running out of time.

Yoongi reached out and gave you one more hug but instead of the usual coldness he felt strangely warm. “Take care of yourself Y/N. Thank you for everything.”, he whispered in your ear. You nodded trying to choke back the tears before walking towards the door. Turning back for one more look you saw him sitting on the bed. He looked up and smiled giving you a shy wave before you turned back around and closed the door behind you. You stood with your hand on the door knob for a few moments unable to make your feet move down the stairs. Deciding you needed one more hug. You couldn’t just leave like that. You swung open the door ready to run back into his arms but the room was empty. He was already gone.

Doing your best to compose yourself you went back downstairs greeting Mae who was already waiting by the door. When your parents questioned your sad disposition you gave some lie about seeing old photos and it bringing back memories. You and Mae bid your parents goodbye and got in your car before driving off thinking it was finally the end.

5 More Years Later…

It’s funny how things work out. Sitting in the drive way staring up at the third floor window of your parents house just like you did all those years ago brought back such a wave of emotions. A lot had happened in the five years since you and Yoongi officially said goodbye. You opened your open record labeled titled MYG records. You used a lot of the lyrics Yoongi had written in that notebook even winning a Grammy for one of the songs, a song you were pretty sure was written about you as he titled it ‘Dancing Before the Formal.’

Now you were sitting in the driveway of your old home waiting for the relator so you could hand off the keys. After both of your parents passed away you decided to put the house on the market. Instantly you received a bunch of offers. The highest offer you received was from a paranormal hunting group who wanted to use the house as a headquarters thanks to its history and rumored haunting. You shut that down immediately much to the dismay of Namjoon who didn’t understand why you accepted the much lower offer from a family of four who told you how it was their dream house to watch their children grow in.

When the relator finally arrived you handed over the keys and thanked them for all their hard work surrounding the sale. Getting back in your car you took one last look up at that third floor window thinking back to that boy who made you fall in love for the first time all those years ago.

That night you had a dream. A dream that you were back in that same third floor bedroom. Yoongi came to visit you. He congratulated you on your Grammy. He let you know that your parents were doing well. He told you how he told his parents all about you and they asked a million questions just like parents do. He told you that he was finally at peace and was able to rest. He gave you a hug and started walking towards the door but stopped just shy of the frame. He turned around and smiled, “I do love you Y/N. I always did. If things were different maybe we would’ve worked out. I’m happy though. I know deep down you are too.” With that he turned and walked out the door with it shutting behind him. When you woke up you felt strangely euphoric. It was a weird feeling you’d never had before. Then you remembered his words he spoke to you all those years ago, “Trust me. You’ll know.” Laying back down you smiled to yourself knowing that Yoongi was finally truly happy and at peace and that was his way of telling you. Feeling Namjoon stir next to you in the bed you slid over and rested your head on his chest letting his arm pull you in closer. You snuggled deeper into him letting the sound of his heartbeat slowly lull you back to sleep finally feeling at peace yourself.

[blumeblooms]

- > speak up ! || three - didn’t your parents tell you stealing is wrong?

toge inumaki x reader

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“You! You’re the one who stole flowers the other day!” You point accusatory with a huff at the white haired male as you recall the encounter. The audacity of these people!

The flower boys eyes widen as you point at him, furrowing his eyebrows as he shakes his head no. Crossing his arms in an X motion.

“What do you mean no? I literally saw you!” You say annoyed, and slightly confused. Oh so now he’s trying to lie to you? Seriously??

“Bonito flakes!” What? Did you hear that right? You know it’s been a long morning but… are you really that out of it?

“Uhm.. what? Can you speak up and say that again?” You say looking at the male equally confused as he stares at you with furrowed brows. And possibly a frown, you can’t really tell since his face is covered.

“Oh my god. Speak up? Speak now? TAYLOR SWIFT?” Another voice says. And as you turn your head you realize it’s the panda, or furry…? Whichever, you’re even more confused as who you assume Maki is yells at the panda to shut up.

“What? No i said speak up not speak now! Anyways back to you! You do know you have to pay for those right?? Didn’t your parents tell you stealing is wrong??” You say annoyed. To be fair, you probably were overreacting, and embarrassing yourself by making a bad first impression. But hey, it’s been a long, long morning, and the stress was catching up to you.

“Fish Flakes!” He says he huffs and rolls his eyes. Okay. So you definitely weren’t hearing things. What??

You can practically feel the confused stares of the other classmates burning into the side of your head, but for now you’re just trying to figure out what the hell is going on. You watch as the flower boy- or apparently now ingredients boy writes something down on paper before shoving it towards you. You squint as you go to read it

“Gojo told you to..? He said the sign said free?” You read aloud as you furrow your eyebrows, thinking about the sign the shop had. “Oh my god. He’s so stupid. The sign said FREED not free! As in we freed the plants from their terrible environment, oh my god.” You say as you rub your temples. How has Gojo become such an obstacle in your life and it’s only been an hour??

Oh. Well, ingredients boy didn’t know. So maybe you should apologize… But then again you weren’t technically wrong either? You were just doing your job, and confronting the thief- but would it be weird if you didn’t?? Ugh this was so confus-

“Ahem. You two can stop, whatever weird tension you have can wait.” Maki speaks up, rolling her eyes as we awkwardly stand there.

“Awhh Maki, Gojo told us to be nice to her. It’s nice to meet you Y/n ! I’m Panda, that’s Maki, and the boy you were just arguing with is Inumaki! Great introductions! Oh, and incase you’re wondering, Toge here has a cursed speech technique, so he only talks in rice ball ingredients.” Panda says as he claps his hands- Paws? Enthusiastically. You still don’t know if he’s a furry or not. Oh, wait. You told flower boy- Inumaki- to speak up, and he can’t even do that! Oh god, this was mortifying. You could feel your face heating up, you had to say something. You look over to Inumaki to see he’s already looking at you, the same awkward expression.

“Kelp..” He says with a weak wave. You hesitantly, wave back slightly with an awkward small smile.

“Okay. We can do whatever stupid introductions Gojo wants us to do later. He’s not here to make us train so i’m leaving” Maki says as she abruptly gets up and leaves. Panda tells us to meet up here exactly two hours later. Leaving no time to be left alone with Inumaki, you scurry out the room, heading quickly to your dorm.

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- > gotta love the meet uglys 💓

- > THE AWKWARDNESSSSS they’ll get better guys i swear

• summary - in where you meet a nice lady in a flower shop you volunteer at, just to find out you can defeat curses when you thought you were just hallucinating. you transfer to jujutsu high, and you see a guy with his face covered who tried to steal flowers the other day! you confront him and he stays silent, so you tell him to speak up, only for him to say … onigiri ingredients? whether you just quit or go on with this new lifestyle- well, that’s for fate to decide.

[integra1127grimmreaper]

The Replacement - Part thirty-four

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 33

Warning: swearing, violence

"Hate to say it, but we are running out of place to look" Negan remarks following behind Carol as he attempts to studying the map in his hands.

"Let me have a look at that?" Carol reaches out for the map, silently moving ahead as she studies it.

"Huh..." she remarks stopping in front of huge pot plant.

"What?" Negan comments.

"There should be a door here" Carol responds, studying the wall and map.

Moving forward, Negan moves the plant out of the way and that's when what's looked to be a concealed door is revealed. Handing Negan, the map; Carol removes a small crowbar from her bag to force it open and that's when they find what they were looking for.

"Jesus..." Carol remarks seeing a passed-out Sabastian lying amongst empty liquor bottles and other things.

"What the hell...?" Sabastian mutters out when Carol moves his pillow with her foot to wake him up. Rubbing at his eyes, he stares up at Carol and Negan then.

"How'd you guys get in here?"

Both quietly stare down at him, and he attempts to go for his gun on the floor but Negan steps on his hand.

"Easy, champ..." Negan warns him as writhes in pain.

"Do you know who I am?" Sabastian arrogantly remarks at Negan when he picks up the gun.

"Ahhh... do you know who I-am...?" Negan sarcastically remarks back.

"What do you assholes want?" Sabastian grumbles out.

"Get up" Carol orders.

"We're taking you home to your mother."

"I'm not going anywhere until this thing blows over" Sabastian utters out.

"My mother doesn't care anyway."

"Yes, she does..." Carol remarks.

"You're her kid."

"Commonwealth is her kid" Sabastian retorts.

"I'm just her problem."

"Oh my God..." Negan chuckles out.

"Hey, Jr.... when you aren't pissing in jars, and nobody wants you dead. Call me nuts, but I think maybe you should start rethinking your options."

"Now this one here..." he then points toward Carol.

"Well, she's a goddamn magician. I have seen her pull little bunnies right out her ass with my very own two eyes. So, if for whatever reason... she is throwing you a life raft. Well, then I recommend you jump in the sucker and save yourself from drowning."

Sabastian takes a moment to digest his words, looking to Carol then.

"You really think you can help?"

Two Commonwealth soldiers enter the sewer where the shots had rung out from, only to find a Walker tied to the wall as it attempts escape. Slowly advance forward, neither of them aware that Aaron and you were hiding in the pathway; at least not until they were stabbed in the back of their legs.

The soldiers drop to the floor as Aaron, and you stand over them in victory but that all is interrupted when Hornsby enters with all his men.

"Ok, this ends now!" he states as they all had their weapon trained on you, yet you and Aaron refuse to back down.

"Drop your weapons!" the soldiers flank around the two of you, yet you refuse to lower your own. None of them ever the wiser that, Daryl was slowly sneaking up behind Hornsby.

"Guns on the ground!" Daryl yells out with his knife against Hornsby throat as Gabriel and Maggie come out from hiding to add to the standdown, resulting in even more soldiers to flood the room.

Shouts from the soldiers, to surrender ring out as Hornsby look upon the seen with a sadistic smirk but you all refuse to do so. It seemed to be bloodbath about happen, when suddenly a loud voice rings out in command.

"Everyone, standdown!" Mercer yells out as he enters with Pamela, Carol and Negan trailing behind him; killing as he walks pass it.

Daryl spins Hornsby around, pinning him against wall with the knife at his throat.

"You heard him" Pamela remarks to Daryl.

"Lower your weapon. This is not just about you..." she states when he still doesn't.

"I need him alive."

Daryl still refuses, even when Mercer attempts reason when him. Finaly, he gives in when Carol informs him that she had made a deal, yet not before driving his knife into Hornsby palm.

Negan smirks at the scene, while you bury your head into his chest to disguise your own.

"So, the slates just wiped clean?" Aaron remarks as everyone rested outside while Carol had explained everything.

"Death... deaths on both sides" Carol comments.

"We get supplies, water, weapons... Pamela provides everything we need to finish rebuilding. Free and clear."

"Then we just go home?" Gabriel enquires.

"It's up to everyone to decide" Carol answers.

"What does Pamela get out of this?" Maggie remarks.

"Hornsby" Carol responds.

"We tell the people what he did out here, back at that house where... folks died. He takes the fall for it."

"So, this is about saving her son" Darly states.

"It's not our problem anymore" Carol replies.

"We'll talk about it with Annie and the others when they get here" you comment.

"There's a lot to think about on our end, and we can't speak for them."

"Alright now, like hell, they... they killed most of our people" Negan speaks up then.

Carol sighs at his comment, "anybody else?"

"I think the most important thing is that we're together" Maggie states while staring at a silent Daryl.

"I don't wanna go alone anymore. I don't trust them, but if you say that this deal gets us back in our homes, with our own rules; then I think it's worth the risk."

Everyone looks to Daryl then, "alright..." he remarks after a moment, reaching for the apples then.

"Here, ya need to eat" he states, handing you one.

"Thanks" you smile at him.

"Always got ya back" Daryl remarks with smirk.

"Ya trying to make a move on my wife, Dixion...?" Negan jokingly remarks.

"Oh, shut up Negan" you slap him against the chest as he chuckles.

Shaking your head at him, you lift the apple to take a bit but end up dropping it when a pain suddenly shoots through your lower belly.

"Fuck!" you cry out as you clutch your belly.

"Baby what's wrong?" a concerned Negan grabs hold of you.

"I don't... shit" you remark, looking to the ground as you feel fluid run down your legs.

"She's in labour!" Maggie jumps up to check on you.

"I'll go get help!" Daryl yells, making his way toward around the building. 

Part 35

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[ellivenollivander]

heeeey it’s me again 😻 loved the amit abc SO MUCHHH

how about some yule ball headcanons for amit (and leander too if ur feeling silly)

some funny scenarios on valentine’s day pre-relationship would be cool too, up to you really

sorry but i’m going to weaponize your requests for amit rn and u can’t escape 😵‍💫💋

ghastly my beloved. i am so sorry this has taken so long to get to you, and it's not even done. but I could NOT leave you hanging any longer so I had to give you SOMETHING and I swear I'll get to work on the rest ASAP. Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you love it! I will still love you if you do not.

Amit Thakkar Yule Ball Headcanons

When all students in fourth year and above were summoned to the classrooms of their heads of house, they would arrive to find all of the desks pushed against the wall and the professors lining you up on either side of the room. Boys on one side, girls on the other. Once everyone had arrived, they had made their announcement:

“It is a Triwizard Tournament tradition for a Yule Ball to take place on Christmas Day, hosted by the school that is home to the tournament.” 

The excitable stir the announcement had created was soon snuffed out by what was said next. 

“Now, in order to not make a fool of yourselves and the school, Professor Black has asked the heads of houses to give you all a dance lesson.”

Professor Hecat had enlisted the assistance of Professor Shah, her own frail body unable to do the lesson justice. When Professor Shah had asked for a volunteer and found none, her sights landed on poor Amit. Who had flushed so red and tensed with such force you were certain it had to have hurt. Which is how you had found yourself standing to your feet and meeting Professor Shah in the middle of the room, a willing victim to the embarrassment of waltzing with a teacher in front of an audience of your peers.

Amit had cornered you, awkwardly, a few days later after astronomy class, apologizing and thanking you profusely.  “It was no problem, Amit. I mean if you can’t laugh at yourself every once in a while then what’s the point of a sense of humor? I’d rather it be me than you.” You had pat his shoulder and descended the stairs before he had a chance to ramble on any further.

A few days after that, you were with him at your table in the library, books you were meant to be studying long forgotten for his absolute favorite topic at the moment.  “Do you think you will go?” Amit had been talking about the yule ball's history for so long you had nearly missed his question, not because you tuned out, but because he had moved from one sentence to another without taking a breath. You truly loved to listen to him go on about whatever it was that had struck his fancy. His voice like an auditory amortentia, entrancing you. He was watching you intently, clearly waiting for an answer. “Oh, I’m absolutely going. It’s a once in a lifetime thing isn’t it? I’m just not sure if I’m going with anyone… seeing as no one has asked me…yet.” When your eyes met his, he had ducked his head back to his book, twirling his quill in his hands. Anxious habit.

It was you, who had offered up the idea of the two of you going together - as friends over breakfast the next morning. Even if the both of you had wanted it to be and mean something more, neither of you were courageous enough to voice it. When he had stumbled over his acceptance of your idea, you had gleefully invited him to accompany you to pick out your dress at Gladrags. Shushing any of his arguments and worries about not being helpful in that regard.

When you arrive at Gladrags, Amit plants himself in a corner of the room and doesnotmove. Not wanting to accidentally invade your privacy or be in the way of the other shoppers. His blush gets deeper as you come out wearing dress after dress, completely enamored with you in each one, But when you step out in a black dress that barely sweeps the floor, with sleeves falling off your shoulders and vaguely twinkles in the light he nearly drops your coat to the floor. An absolute yes.  

His nerves seem to be getting the better of him the closer it gets to the ball, jumpier than usual and you heard rumors from clopton and hobhouse that they swore they caught him practicing his waltz in their dorm.

The night of the Yule Ball, he waits for you at the bottom of the girls dormitory stairs. Pacing back and forth, wringing his sweating hands together. When you finally make your appearance, he can’t seem to decide to stare at you or the floor. When you wrap your arm in his, he gives you an anxious smile before leading the two of you out of your common room.

He seems to be petrified as the two of you stand outside the doors of the Great Hall, the rest of your peers having to move around the two of you to get inside. You lace your fingers through his and give his hand an encouraging squeeze, taking the lead and tugging him inside. His gaze not leaving your hand is in his.

It takes him a bit to warm up to the idea of actually dancing, choosing instead to keep the two of you tied to a table, his hands running anxiously up and down his own thighs, his eyes darting from you to the dance floor. Telling you to go on without him. You don’t. You sit beside him, cracking jokes, asking him questions you either already know the answer too or don’t care to know the answer too. When was the first Yule Ball? How do they decide which schools participate? How do you think the goblet chooses the champions? 

Answers aren’t your goal, but with each question his shoulders relax, his hands stop moving and his focus slowly starts to rest entirely on you, which is when you grab his hand and pull him into the crowd of dancers. When that anxious panic hits his eyes again, you wrap his arms around your waist, your arms around his neck softly reminding him to focus on you.

He does, keeping his eyes on yours as you twirl around the dancefloor, song after song. And only when you rest your head on his shoulder does he tense again, but doesn’t move. He rests his head against yours and continues swaying along despite soreness creeping into both of your feet. 

It’s you who caves to your aching feet first, heading towards the refreshments table, Amit following close behind. He pours you both a drink before you pull him back out of the Great Hall. Ignoring his anxious arguments against it, telling him you just want some fresh air.

He reluctantly follows along, head always tilting back to check for professors following two wayward students. It’s not until you get him outdoors, beneath the clear night sky does he calm again, but only for a second. Before he’s shrugging out of his jacket and handing it to you, going on (and on and on and on) about the cold and how you’re going to catch something.

It’s nearly silent outside of the castle, in the dead of winter so the two of you speak in hushed tones, as if speaking at a normal volume would disrupt the serenity of the moment. Talking about your N.E.W.T’s and classes and how much fun you’re having.

Amit stares at you, his brown eyes staring into yours when he asks you if you’re truly having fun, with him. Blushing when you tell him you always have fun with him, blushing harder when you tell him how happy you were when he agreed to come with you tonight.

“As friends…right?” His voice is shaky when he clarifies this to you, and he gulps when you look down at your feet and answer him with “only because I’m not brave enough to ask for more.”

There's a silence that settles over the both of you, you staring at your feet and Amit staring at the sky, frustrated noises falling from his throat as he searches his brain for something to say. You’re about to backtrack, tell him you didn’t mean it, someone must have spiked the punch when his gaze meets yours again and he takes a step towards you.

His hand is shaky as it comes up to cup your cheek, “I suppose for one night, I can be brave enough for the both of us.” before he’s pressing his lips against yours, so softly you’re afraid you’re imagining it until you kiss him back and he makes a happy sound deep in his throat, instincts taking over any anxiety in his body and tugging you closer. 

When you part, you’ve both got stupid smiles on your faces, and agree that you should get back to the ball. Amit needing no coaxing to pull you back onto the dance floor and you close to him this time around and the two of you are some of the last to leave, not wanting to pull apart from a comfortable embrace for the duration of the night.

And when he walks you right up to the stairs of the girls dormitory at the end of the night, you’re the one who kisses him goodnight first, hands wrapped around his neck and a whispered “Merry Christmas, Amit.” in his ear before you head up to bed, leaving him standing alone in the common room, with another stupid smile on his face.

[dragonologist-phd]

Owlcatober Day 11 - Arcane

Eden discovers new allies, is given a new mission, and brushes up on ancient magics.

also on ao3

It seems oddly fitting, when Eden and her fellow survivors finally escape the demons by the skin of their teeth only to break through the getaway tunnels and stumble into the middle of a ghoul-infested graveyard.

By the time Eden finds herself swarmed by the undead, with Rekarth at her side and a group of civilians behind them, she is bone-weary. Injured. Terrified.

Angry.

She plants herself solidly where she stands, and the ground below her feet rises around her boots, rooting her to the ground and keeping her stable. She raises her hands, letting instinct guide her movements, and unleashes a beam of forceful magic at the charging monsters.

Her blast knocks them back, and when they hit the ground the earth hungrily swarms around them, reclaiming the dead that have escaped its graves.

A few straggling ghouls remain, but Rekarth picks them off quickly- providing Eden the opportunity to stumble to the ground in exhaustion. Dimly, she hears the boom of an opening stone door, but she doesn’t even notice the newcomers until one is standing directly in front of her.

“Excellent work, excellent!” a strange gnome is saying. He’s staring at Eden with one good eye and a lot of enthusiasm, despite the pieces of husks littering the ground. His entire persona is a barrage of colors, and the effect is only enhanced by his energy as a beaming grin takes over his face. “I do have to ask, just out of professional curiosity- what spell was that?”

Eden can only blink in confusion as she considers the question. “I don’t…actually know.”

The gnome doesn’t appear discouraged in the least. “Even more excellent! You’re a fellow sorcerer, then? A humble conduit to the whims of your magic?”

“Well, not really-”

“No? Oh, I must inquire more about your arcanic abilities-”

“Back off, would you?” Rekarth growls, returning from his pursuit of the ghouls.

The gnome dips his head in acknowledgement. “…admittedly, that may be best left for another time.”

“I’m sorry,” Eden says, still thoroughly confused by the very presence of this man, “but who are you?”

The gnome perks up, his smile returning. “Oh, but where are my manners? Sendrimell Knuckles Kimberton Tourmaline, at your service. Just Sendri, to my friends. And I swear on my life, on the sublime Desna, and on my magnificent boots, that I shall protect you from the monsters of this city and lead you to a safe place, wherever that may be!”

“We’re the ones who saved you, you dolt,” Rekarth grumbles. The stone door booms again, and another man comes stumbling out, this one much less energetic than Sendri. The gnome scuttles over to help his companion, and Rekarth watches him go with a scowl.

“Careful with that one,” he mutters to Eden. “A friendly idiot can be more dangerous than an enemy.”

Eden chuckles, and she eases herself to a more comfortable position. Rekarth moves closer, concerned, but she shakes her head. “I’m fine. Just…gotta rest.”

Rekarth nods and steps back, though he still watches her with an inscrutable expression. “You said you were a smith.”

“I am.”

“Never seen a smith do that.”

The words aren’t quite accusatory, but they’re not innocent, either. Eden glares at him, just a little. “You hang out with a lot of smiths, then?”

“Fair point,” Rekarth admits. “No, my work’s a little more…off-book. So I’m not one to throw any stones, if there’s anything you haven’t told me. I’m just surprised, is all.”

“It’s nothing so exciting as all that,” Eden says. “Not all of us are spies. And it’s not a sorcerer thing, whatever that means. It’s an Oread thing- my family’s always had some magic in our lineage. My grandmother used to say it was our connection to the mountains.”

The thought of Gram brings a smile to Eden’s face. She hasn’t actually used her magic in years, not since they left their mountainside home. It’s always felt weaker here in the city…though apparently it’s strong enough to handle a few monsters. Gram would be happy, Eden thinks, to know that their old lineage has come in handy again.

“You’re strong,” Rekarth says simply, and although Eden has always known this in some sense- one doesn’t become a blacksmith without developing some muscles- there’s something in hearing it said to her that feels different.

“…Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me,” Rekarth says. “Look…I really, really hope I get through this alive. But I’ve got to have plans for if I don’t make it to Defender’s Heart in one piece. That means you. Thee Crusaders need this report, and if something happens to me, then you need to use everything at your disposal to get it to them. Magic, swords, whatever it takes.”

The sudden somber shift in tone catches Eden by surprise, and for a moment she’s speechless. Rekarth lets the silence hang a moment, then shifts his gaze to where Sendri is chattering away to their growing group of civilian survivors.

“And if we get to the point where someone like him is the one we’re depending on to deliver the message,” Rekarth says, “I’ll be so spitting mad, my spirit will rise to deliver the report itself.”

“Careful making declarations like that in a graveyard,” Eden replies, glad for the lift in mood. She hauls herself to her feet, her stony skin creaking as she stretches out her muscles. “Let’s get going so it never comes to that, hm?”

[sacredartist33013]

Thought it'd be interesting to post a little sneak peak of orange wisteria on here.

“Did he leave already?” Leo nodded to his purple masked brother as he walked over to the loose burner and began the task he promised Mikey. “Usually we can get him to stay for at least another 30 minutes.” 

“Leo didn't even try to stall him for long.” The voice of their red masked brother chimed in as he walked into the main part of their lair, his usual scowl present on his face. “Apparently Mikey promised he'd tell us and Master Splinter whatever's been going on inside his head so fearless over here backed down.” Raphs face scrunched up slightly as he began to smell the familiar but annoying scent of that floral incense. “How the shell do we still not know what kinda flowers are Mikey using for that stuff anyway, even Splinters sandalwood stuff isn't as strong as this.” Raph complained as he walked away from the burner. Out of the whole family Raphael was the one most vocal about the dislike of how strong the fragrance of this incense blend was. 

“It is awfully strong for the first few minutes.” Leo admitted reluctantly. Even Leo and Splinter, who relatively enjoyed the smell of incense, couldn't handle too much of this blend at its strongest. It made Donnie worry if the incense was dangerous to animals but their father put a stop to that rather quickly. Splinter told them how it was a smell that reminded him of a particular type of incense the hamato clan used to lite, usually at night apparently. It also didn't affect any animals in a negative way according tk what he could remember of it. But they had stopped doing so when he was very young, so he couldn't remember what the flower used to make it was. Only that it was a part of some kind of effort at warding something off. “I still wonder what this stuff is supposed to ward off anyway? Bad luck? Raph scoffed a little.

“unless this stuff wards off our turtle luck then don't think so fearless. I swear that little nutball must be trying to ward off oxygen with how strong that stuff is.” suddenly Donnie shivered 

“Remember before we got him to cut it down to one lighting a day?” The two oldest turtles did not in fact want to remember that time. They swear the stagnant sewer air they usually had was much more appreciated than the feeling of choking on some sweet scent in the air. They literally stole the burner and were prepared to toss it out before Mikey literally barricaded himself in his room with it and refused to come out. Their youngst seemed truly horrified at the idea of scent not being in the air. Whispering to himself About how they won't be protected from whatever the plant protects them from if it stops. It took Splinter promising they'd leave his burner alone if he promised to only lit it once everyday for half an hour that he left his room. 

“Don't remind me Don, I swear my mouth tasted like flowers every time we went topside for a week.” Raph said with a slight gag. “Maybe Mikey can answer what he's burning along with why he looked like shredder and the kraang would burst into the lair if we had even a moment without it.” The concern the sai wielding turtle had wasn't lost on the other 2. They could all remember the sheer terror on Mikeys face when they tried staging an intervention on the subject,nor could anyone forget the scream Mikey made as he grabbed the burner and ran. It definitely made them feel off when they saw their youngest shaking in Splinters arms when he came out of his room, Apologizing for how excessive he's been with the incense to the point even he couldn't stand it. But something he saw when they had that fear fungus problem they were forced to deal with had stuck with him. It made him afraid of something only warded off by the floral scent apparently. 

“Personally I theorize it was some kind of Japanese myth he read about or a monster movie he watched. But there's behavior Mikey just hasn't shown before for me to be completely sure of that.” It wouldn't be the first time the youngest turtle spooked himself with something like horror movies and internet legends. But this time it felt different. More often than not the ninja clan could remember seeing their youngest assuring himself that whatever he saw 'wasn't real and 'didn't exist’ and maybe try to bunk with his brothers,that was expected. That was normal. For a day or two. Not a whole month. And it was them that had to convince him to bunk with them. And he still put up a small fight. As if trying to stop the older brothers from getting involved, it was a blessing that they knew how to get the youngest to agree to it.

//Okay so a little was maybe not the right answer

“Got any theories about his eye?” Leo asked, wondering if the resident genius had any clues to the mysterious injury.

“Just one.” Donnie confessed “based on the non external wounds or scars on his face it had to be an internal injury. And the fact that his vision is only blurred and the eye is relatively intact. I can only concur that it's a form of hyphema.” 

“Can you translate that from nerd speech?” Donnie did as Raph asked with an eye roll

“Because there's no outside injuries, I think Mikey suffered from of internal injury that caused bleeding in his eye.” that got oldest siblings eye's to widen. 

“What on earth could cause that?” Leo asked as he tried to remain calm, an internal injury that made his brother's eye bleed.

“Eye trauma is the most likely cause for damage that bad. Usually hemorrhaging in the eye doesn't cause such a big loss of vision for so long. But there's no evidence anything from dimension x caused any trauma. So it'd have to be inward.” 

[rxbelling-hxrald]

Two sides of the same coin

M!A activated from here

For a brief moment everything would fall out of focus, becoming blank as the mind became increasingly dizzy before the demon-hog collapsed on the ground. Yet this feeling of weakness would not linger for long as senses came back to normal....if not better? As if he were lighter, not feeling the usual mental weight.

What was happening? “Ughh, What was that?” Dan would begin to question himself before.....

“I was asking myself the same question!” A sudden fierce grip tightening around his neck before being pushed against one of the nearby trees, the attacker was....himself? “Alright, Who are you!? One of those mimics? I don’t need any imposters!” The lookalike would exclaim, raising their spare arm as if readying to finish the job.

“I’m.....ack....” It was difficult to even begin to breathe as that grip against his throat was not easing up in the slightest. He needed to get out of this! As he’d begin to flick a hand to begin stirring the shadows below. “Dan.....who...”

“No! I’m Dan! Omen is my codename, a pretty cool one if I do say so myself. You on the other hand is someone trying to pretend to be me, aren’t you!?”

“Why....would anyone, wanna pretend...” Before flicking that hand forward, causing a barrage of shadows to come forth and push the lookalike away from him, finally releasing his throat. “Ahhhh, Haaaa.....Ok this is really freaky...”

After being pushed back and promptly rolling out the way, the other grinned. “Not bad, You even have my technique! This is gonna be fun!” As he started advancing, ready for a fight.

“No, Cmon! Time out! I’m just as confused as you are right now!” He’d try to reason quickly before a brawl started. “Wouldn’t you rather find out what’s happening?”

“Hmph, I admit I’m curious but I have work to do and I’d rather not take the risk. Sides, You don’t even have the specifics down, its just a trick! It has to be!”

Now actually taking a moment to observe them, this ‘variation’? Had that demonic arm alright, a few scars, some that were usually hidden by the fur? And then himself? He no longer had the mutation? What kind of magic trick was doing this? Never mind that right now he needed to convince the double that they were on the same side.

“I swear its not a trick! I’m Dan! I arrived after narrowly escaping the demon realm by accident as I made my last stand in that place, I spent weeks in hiding afterwards because I was scared of the new scenery, colors, plants, the mobians themselves. No idea if the rest of em were following me. it was all terrifying right?”

“I wasn’t scared, I was simply collecting myself....” Finally pausing in their tracks at the familiar sounding story, though clearly wanting to hold onto his pride as he was no longer that person!

“Yeah sure whatever, then I...or we eventually met some of the locals. Like Voltage and Harmony? Tails built this device for us?” Pulling back the left sleeve of his coat to reveal that trusty coordinate navigator and communication device. “We went around and did a few things we weren’t proud of?”

The other would do the same motion, seeing that exact same device and becoming slightly more convinced, still wary of course! But at least he was no longer trying to walk over to start some sort of deathmatch. “Hey! Their laws are still stupid really, if it wasn’t for me, this place probably would have been annihilated already and then they’d see there’s no point for laws, we did what we did only for survival! There’s nothing wrong with that....Still I guess I did probably upset some people.”

“Skipping forward a bit, that arm, I did have it before this....I swear, but I know how it happened. Before we locked up the portals there was an invasion wasn’t there? You fought with another creation of our father.”

“DON’T CALL THAT BASTARD A FATHER!”

“Ok! Ok! HIM, It was created by HIM....In an attempt to surpass us, It was a difficult fight, but you impaled them with that arm didn’t you? We thought we were immune to the corroding effects but it turns out too much of that energy, was too much even for us....we felt stronger, but the arm turned into that which we...”

“BLAH BLAH BLAH! I don’t wanna hear my autobiography! I guess I believe you.”

“Oh thank goodness....” Sighing in relief, believing he’d dodged a bullet. A fight with himself sounded very distressing.

“Either way, someone’s bound to be responsible for this mess so I’m going out there to find out who!”

“Wait no, We need to stick together until we know what’s happening, what if something happened to you?”

“Like anything would happen to me, I’m among the most powerful in any realm! No one here can manage a demon! They all think they can, but they’re outclassed.....if you wanna sit back and waste time thinking, go ahead. I’m finding answers....and maybe a little fun.” And without a warning the brash copy of himself would rush off at high speed into the distance.

“Great.” Dan would sarcastically groan. “...I’m so annoying...”

[bulldogswrites]

Here's a snippet of Equivocal Love that I swear I've been working on... it's been hard, okay?

More under the cut. Rating: E

Jack can’t even imagine what a scene he must make, disheveled hair, rumpled clothes, and the obvious scent of rut and lust clinging to his skin. All Gabriel has to do is inhale and he’ll know how much of an absolute mess Jack is. 

It’s not fair.

Gabriel doesn’t move, nor does he turn around. Jack swallows his pride. This moment was bound to happen, he knows. But this is literally, the worst time. 

Jack continues to close the distance to his door with hurried steps, but he can’t contain the nervousness and borderline fear that speeds up his heart rate as he approaches Gabriel. His cock gives an interested twitch when the other Alpha’s scent hits his nose:  still waters, damp sandalwood…. 

Jack can’t move. 

“Jack,” Gabriel breathes, a greeting and a question carried in his uneven tone. 

“I’m sorry, I —” The sudden and unexpected turning of Gabriel’s head halts whatever half-assed excuse he was going to make. The intensity in his earthen-brown eyes, the restraint in his scrunched features scream want, but Jack knows they are not like that anymore. 

Not after the promotion and duties that tore them apart. 

“I should go.” 

“You’re in a rut,” Gabriel says, no question in his tone. Jack tries to protest, but nothing comes to him as he opens his mouth to speak. “You’re in a rut, and you are taking it alone.” 

Jack evades his eyes. This is not the conversation he wants to have right now. Not ever. He feels more than sees Gabriel take a few steps forward, now just far enough away to be within Jack’s reach. “You think all this,” Gabriel gestures between them and around them with his hands, “comes before your health?” 

He growls, stepping forward. “I am very capable of handling myself, Reyes.” A blatant lie, and he knows it.

Gabriel rolls his eyes and points to Jack’s door. “Stop making a scene, Jack.” 

“Like you haven’t been avoiding me!” Jack feels his composure slowly slipping away. He’s too horny and irritated to be thinking rationally, he knows. But he needs to get all of this off his chest. “I didn’t even know you were on base! If it weren’t for Ana and Athena, I wouldn’t even know you were alive, Gabe!” Jack flinches, not really meaning for his words to come off as bitter and charged as they do. 

Oh well. 

Instead of arguing, Gabriel places his hand on the scanner next to Jack’s door. It opens. 

“You never revoked my access to your room, though. After all of this, you still want me.” 

Jack huffs, grabs Gabriel’s wrist, and hauls him into the room, slamming the door behind them with too much force. He leaves Gabriel scowling as he stomps off to his bedroom, leaving him standing in the doorway like an awkward plant. Jack strips, hissing as his briefs drag over the head of his cock. He trades the tactical pants for loose sweatpants — no underwear because why the fuck not, at this point – and stomps back to find Gabriel in the same exact spot. 

He looks terrible, now that Jack has enough composure to see past his lust and anger. Dark circles frame his eyes, and his hair has grown longer to peek from below the beanie that looks like it was hastily shoved on his head. His black tank top — which is obscenely too tight — is damp with sweat, and his black joggers are wrinkled and bunched against the black socks and slides on his feet. 

Gabriel looks more wrecked than Jack does, if he is being honest with himself. 

“What are we, Gabriel?” 

Even from a few feet away, he can see the sadness in Gabriel’s eyes. “I’m not mad, Jack. At least not for the reasons you think.” He doesn’t answer the question, of course, but it’s more than Jack thought he was going to get. Gabriel brushes past Jack and flops into his couch like he owns the place, sinking heavily into the cushions. “Sit,” he requests. 

Jack obeys, but leaves a moderate amount of space between them. His body is still wound up and on edge, and his dick is still hard against the crease of his thigh. He needs to keep his focus on the man in front of him, not the need coursing through his veins. 

“Congratulations, on the position, I mean.” Gabriel scratches through his beard, then looks up at the ceiling incredibly frustrated. He signs, leaving his eyes closed for a moment before appraising Jack with a gentle gaze. “I was so wrapped up in my own head that I never said that to you. ‘M sorry.” 

“I wish it was yours.” 

“I never wanted it,” Gabe says honestly. “I've always been pushing for you to have more power, even in the Crisis. You were our leader just as much as I was, Jack.” 

“So if you’re not mad, why have you been avoiding me?” 

[project-offline]

Paola

It Starts With Hello

Taylen's point of view on how she met this person.

When I first began university, I met Paola during the very first couple weeks of school. After attending some first-year social events and noticing that she was also in a couple of my classes, we started talking a little bit here and there when we had the chance to make some small talk. I forgot how, but somehow during this time, I found out that she also liked one of the bands that I liked, Twenty One Pilots.

One day when were sitting next to me in one of our classes, I don’t remember if I purposely pulled it up on my computer that I was listening to them to get a conversation going or if it was just by fluke, but whatever I planned totally worked and then we began chatting more often. I think our friendship really began on the day that we sat in the school hallway patiently waiting on our laptops for the Twenty One Pilot concert tickets to go on sale and then frantically looking to find seats for the show. Funny enough at the time, we didn’t actually go together, but now she is one of my go-to concert buddies to check out indie artists that come to town. During the time of my life when I met Paola, the transition into a new chapter of my life was a bit daunting with having to make new friends again and being courageous enough to put myself out there and introduce myself. But I’m really happy we became friends and I’m looking forward to so many more years of friendship and concerts together.

This or That

You can only choose one...

Salty or Sweet

Winter or Summer

Air Guitar or Air Drums // Due to my recent Guitar Hero obsession. Yes, I still play the game on my PC.

Coffee or Tea // Chai Tea <3

Dogs or Cats

Sleeping or Eating

Five Facts of Fun

What are 5 facts about yourself?

I have an ever-growing vinyl and film camera collection.

I love being in the pit at concerts every chance I get, despite being 5'3.

My latest hobby was ballroom dancing. I loved it, now I’m just waiting for school to calm down so I can get back into it!

Night skiing > Day skiing.

I studied German in high school and did well enough on a test that the government sent me to Germany for a month. My speaking sucked, but who's to pass up a free vacation? :)

Drop a Bop

Pick a song that is the theme song to your life and discuss why.

To me, Summer is just a really lovely and calming time of life before the chaos of work and school. Whenever I'd come home from hanging out with close friends, I swear this song would just always play when I hit shuffle on a specific playlist, and I sort of just got attached to it over time. "Can I stand in your light just for a while?" reminds me of those peaceful Summer evenings and the comfort I found in being with people, so I play the song whenever I feel overwhelmed or stressed.

Debate Time

What is your perspective on the following question: Is a jungle a salad?

I would define a salad as something that primarily humans eat and that all ingredients within the salad are consumable. I assume humans don't eat everything there is to be found in the jungle, you know, because we can't exactly eat rocks and poisonous plants and animals. So no, the jungle is not a salad (in respect to humans).

Some Deeper Small Talk

Chosen from a group of questions, the person answered the following question: What is the most fun I can remember having recently? What was I doing and who was I with?

Oh I'm so glad I got this question! The most fun I've had recently was actually this past Sunday (October 23rd, 2022). I went to go see Dayglow at the Commodore with none other than the person in charge of this lovely blog (Taylen!) It was honestly one of the best nights/concerts I've had in a while – we got to meet the singer for the opening band, we got super nice spots at the venue near the front of the stage, the singer was AMAZING and the crowd's vibes were insane. PLUS, we went home with a guitar pick and setlist. I couldn't have asked for a better night <3

The Final Spotlight

If you had the final opportunity to say anything to the world, what would you say?

Cherish the smaller moments because they're often the most valuable ones in the end. And always show your love to those you care about, as often as you can.

[loveharlow]

LOVE SICK

PAIRING‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Ex!Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ [3.1k] Who knew being sick could be grounds for rekindling a flame with your ex...

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mentions of being sick/throwing up, mentions of a failed relationship, Y/n’s a little mean but it’s warranted (for the most part), hurt/comfort (?), mild angst, fluff at the end 

A/N‧₊˚ My first post got a lot more attention than I anticipated, ty all sm. I was literally smiling from ear to ear like a fucking kid but here’s something new! I’m trying to make my way through all the basic genres (like fluff to hurt/comfort to angst, etc…) to get into the hang of it so bare with me please.

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I FELT LIKE SHIT. Absolute shit. 

I woke up with a sore throat and decided to pour up a glass of tea, hoping it would ease the dry aching of my throat, even if only temporary. 

I didn’t have work today. In fact, I was due to hangout with the Pogues in a couple of hours. It was nothing special. We were just planning to hangout at John B’s, probably drink beers around a fire and pass out.

But now, as I sat up from my nap hours after I gulped down my mug of hot tea—throat feeling ten-times worse, a spontaneous and incessant headache pounding in my skull, and my entire body covered in a thin sheen of sweat despite feeling cold to the point where I was lightly shivering, I didn’t think going out was in my best interest.

Even swinging my legs over the edge of my bed was a struggle. They felt too heavy to maneuver. 

Just then, my bedroom door was cracking open—my mother peeking in, dressed in her waitress uniform. “Hey, hun. I’m off to work. You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you later.” I insisted, voice raspy. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stepped further into my bedroom, coming to stand next to me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you sure- Jesus, Y/n, you’re burning up.” She hissed, quickly removing her palm from shoulder and moving it to my forehead, flipping it back and forth to assess my body temperature. “Hold on.”

Then she was stepping back out into the hall where I could hear her rifling through the hallway closet. She re-entered the room seconds later with a thermometer, prompting me to open my mouth as she turned it on and planted it underneath my tongue and I clamped my lips around it.

I felt like a child but I couldn’t care less. 

A few moments pass and the device sticking out of my mouth was beeping and I take it out. 102.4. Damn.

“Well, you’re sick alright.” My mother proclaims, taking the small device from my hands. She sighs and runs her hands down her face. “I could call in and stay here if you want? I’m sure-”

“Mom, I’ll be fine. You don’t need to call out of work just because I have a fever, or whatever.” I assured her. 

“Are you absolutely positive? I know you haven’t had the best past few weeks lately and-”

“Mom.”

I knew what she getting at. And I’d be lying if I said she was anywhere near wrong. First, JJ breaks up with me out of nowhere after being together for over 2 years—I’m talking no explanation or anything. Having to be around him and act like we were just friends, which I guess now we were, sucked. So, in truth, being sick wasn’t too bad right now.

Then, I get a rejection letter in the mail from one of the colleges I applied to—one of my top choices, at that. Now, I feel like someone ran me over then threw me into an incinerator. I appreciated her concern but I wasn’t on the verge of death, no matter how much I felt like I was. I’d be fine. We needed the money.

“Go to work. I’ll be okay. If I need something, I can call Kie or someone.” I told her with the best smile I could offer. She was still hesitant but she nodded, exiting the room with a ‘love you’. Once I heard the front door close and lock, I let out a soft sigh. Closing my eyes for a few moments to let the pounding in my head subside for a few moments before I had to face the inevitable and get out of bed. 

Standing up on shaky legs, the room spun for a moment until it steadied and I was walking—more like dragging myself—out of my bedroom and to the bathroom across the narrow hall.

I opened the mirror cabinet above the sink looking for pain medication until I found it, barely full with maybe a small handful left. Trudging my heavy frame through the hall once again, this time to the kitchen, I poured myself a generous glass of water—with ice because I hated the taste of room temperature water, sick or not. 

Taking a sip beforehand for good measure before throwing the tiny tablet back and washing it down. Now, there was nothing I could really do but wait for it to kick in.

A shower could probably help to ease some of the pain, though.

A shower definitely helped. My muscles didn’t feel as sore, either. However, I’m sure that was thanks the medication finally kicking in. I still felt chilly and my throat was definitely still struggling. There was nothing more I could think to do. 

So, walking out of the bathroom, steam curling out behind me, I made my way to the living room, grabbing the throw blanket that was slung over the edge of the small couch and plopping down. I just wanted to lay down and get comfy but staying in my room wouldn’t help at all. Plus, I was closer to the kitchen if I got hungry and fairly close to the bathroom if I felt the need to throw up.

Sifting through Netflix, I settled on some show I had passed a few times.

THE third episode of whatever I was watching was starting and so far, I had gotten up to drink some more water—the mere thought of food making my stomach cave in on itself—and took another ibuprofen when I felt my headache making a return. I was reaching for the remote to turn the volume up when the door bell rang.

I groaned, not in the mood to get up. Pausing the show and wrapping the blanket around my shoulders, I rose from the couch and drug myself to the front door.

Upon opening it my eyes went wide like a deer caught in headlights.

“What are you doing here?” I asked the boy standing in my doorway. I truly didn’t mean for it to come out so harsh but I guess the bitterness I’d been hiding since our breakup was crawling to the surface. 

I didn’t even notice how dark it had gotten outside, the sun had completely gone down.

“We-uh. You were supposed to meet us at The Chateau but you never showed so…” JJ said nervously, a hand on the back of his neck as he avoided looking me in the eyes. 

I had completely disregarded my plans with the Pogues, meaning to tell Kie that I wasn’t feeling well and hoping she’d pass the message along.

However, this was the first time JJ and I had been alone—truly alone since he broke things off. Anytime we saw each other was around the Pogues or at school. We didn’t even text each other separately anymore. 

“Guess I just wanted to make sure you were alright…” He trailed off. A gust of cool air swept through my house and it was then that I realized I had him standing outside.

Stepping to the side, I motioned my head for him to come in, an action of which took him by surprise but he accepted the invite nonetheless.

“You could’ve just texted, y’know.” I spoke, closing the door behind him and locking it. “You didn’t have to come all the way over here...” I couldn’t help the judgmental tone of my voice.

Yes, we broke up but I still couldn’t help the dissatisfied feeling in my stomach behind it. JJ never gave me a reason as to why he decided to end our relationship. We were together for a long time and we went through a lot. So for him to break things off on the simple premise of things “not working out” was off-putting for me. Even Kie said that it was kind of a dick move and didn't make sense.

I moved past him to plop back down on the couch, my legs beginning to feel weak the longer I stood. JJ stood awkwardly behind me and though I couldn’t see him, he was practically radiating nervousness. I sighed and turned on the sofa to face him.

“JJ.”

“Hm?”

“Please, sit down somewhere.”

“Oh. Sorry.” He apologized, moving across the screen in front of me to plant himself on the couch, on the other end—as far away from me as possible.

We sat in silence for a few minutes. I don’t know why I just didn’t unpause the TV or ask him why he felt the need to come all the way down here but he was the one who came here so I just let him work out whatever he was going to say, if he was going to say anything at all.

“Are you sick?” Was the first thing he said after a couple minutes of radio silence. 

“Huh?” I turned my head to the right to face him only to find him already looking at me—the first time he’s actually looked at me since we ended things. I forgot just how it felt to look in his eyes, the way my heart would speed up.

“You look sick. I-I mean, not like you look bad, you just look tired and your nose is kind of red.”

“Uh, yeah. I meant to tell you guys I wasn’t gonna show up. Just slipped my mind, I guess.” I muttered, the raspiness of my voice now accompanied by shakiness from how it felt to actually talk to JJ after weeks of not doing so. It was extremely awkward but I'd be lying if I said I wanted him to leave.

“Did you eat anything?” He inquired hesitantly, genuine concern laced in his tone. I could still feel his gaze on the side of my face since I tore my own away. I shook my head ‘no’ and within seconds he was standing from the couch and disappearing towards the kitchen.

I knitted my eyebrows at the sound of his heavy shoes hitting the floor, a sound I missed dearly when he would come over or stay the night. However, my confusion didn’t subside as I followed after him, finding him opening the cabinet where we kept the canned foods, pulling out a can of soup. “Oh, absolutely not.” I started, shaking my head and walking over to him, blanket still on my shoulders.

I stood in front of him, reaching for the can until he held it above his head and out of my reach. I huffed and leaned against the counter beside me as he raised a brow. "Do you not like this flavor or...?”

“I don’t need your help.”

“It’s just soup.”

“No, it’s not. It’s some kind of…gesture, or something.” I countered weakly.

“I don’t think it is.” He shrugged.

“Well, I do.”

“No, you don’t. You’re just mad at me.”

My jaw dropped slightly, trying to find a response. But he was right. I had no reason to stop him from heating me up a can of fucking soup. I was just pissed. I’m still in love with him and whether he knows it or not, I’m still hurt.

“I have a right to be.” I murmured under my breath, sliding down against the cabinets until I was sitting on floor, legs out in front of me. JJ pulled out a pot and poured the soup in, adding a bit of water since it was condensed and turning on the stove. Once he got it all together, he was sliding down too, except on the opposite side with his feet next my hip. 

“I know. I don’t blame you.” He faltered. He sounded sad.

“You never told me why.” I whispered, trying not to strain my voice but also slightly nervous about the conversation that was stirring. JJ sighed a placed a hand on my calf, waiting a moment to see if I’d pull away or brush him off. I didn’t.

“I got scared.” He admitted. His words sent me into a mental spiral—we were together for 2 years, I thought we were way passed the stage of being scared of commitment or whatever. “Stop thinking about it.” He said firmly, seeing the tell-tale signs of my confusion written all over my face. “Just- I know we talked about it before. Commitment, loyalty and all that stuff but when I was talking to John B a while ago, he was saying stuff that just made my head spin.”

“Like?”

“It was nothing bad. Just stuff like, he could see us getting married and having a family and that he didn’t think I had it in me until he saw how I was with you.”

“And that scared you?” I questioned. I couldn’t hide the hurt in my eyes. “The thought of a future with me…scared you?”

“No, no, God no-”

“You’re confusing me, JJ.” I hated how weak I sounded, as if the thought of him not wanting to be with me would be the death of me. But JJ was a huge part of my life whether I liked it or not. He had seen every part of me.

“I’m saying-” He took a deep breath, lifting the hat off of his head to run his fingers through his hair before putting it back down and letting his head fall against the cabinet, looking up at the ceiling. “It was me. I want all of that with you but I’m not sure if I’m cut out for it, y’know? And I know you told me you wanted all of that somewhere down the line but I never thought about it so deeply before. We’re graduating soon and I just never really took the time to think about what would happen once we actually grew up. I probably won’t leave here and lord knows I’m not cut out to be a father-

“Don’t. Don’t even go there. You’re nothing like him, you know that.”

“It’s not that.” He chuckled humorlessly under his breath, head falling back down to look at me. “I ate a moldy sandwich for fucks sake, Y/n.”

That elicited a laugh from me that I couldn’t stop. “Yeah, I was there. I still think about it sometimes. You can be so gross.” I spoke through laughs. When I came down, my eyes met his once again. “But seriously,” I started, my smile dropping slightly. “You could’ve told me. You should have. JJ, if I wasn’t sure that you were what I wanted, I wouldn’t have roped you in with me.”

“You say that I’m what you want but, am I what you deserve?” He questioned, defeated. I could see the tears brimming in his waterline, threatening to spill with one blink. 

I don’t know what confidence washed over me but I was suddenly crawling over to him to straddle his waist, making sure to take the blanket around my shoulders with me—the fleece falling over both of us as I cupped his face with both hands and looked him in the eyes. I was mad when he broke up with me and none of that bitterness had dissipated until now, as this beautiful and loving boy sat here and poured out, what I hoped was, the last of his insecurities to me.

A boy who had loved me regardless and only did what he thought would be better for me in the long run. A man who barely received love in his life but was able to give every ounce he had to me. And he was asking if he deserved me?

“JJ, I love you. If anything, I don’t deserve you. With the life you’ve had, you could’ve easily become the biggest asshole this world has ever seen.” He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But you haven't. And so what if you don’t make it out of here? I don’t care. And who says you have to? JJ, you will do something with your life. You didn't even think you'd be graduating but you look at you. You're gonna walk across that stage with all of us. I don’t care whether it’s in the Outer Banks or thousands of miles away from here, you will be amazing. And whenever we get to that point, because we will, you will be an amazing father and husband and whatever else. You’re it for me.”

He stared into my eyes, a lone tear falling down his cheek. And I could see his full expression now, he was so vulnerable. “You mean that?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” I spoke softly, my own eyes beginning to water.

“I still love you, Y/n. And I’m an idiot-”

“No, you’re not. You’re just a big ass softie who sucks at communicating.” I laughed, him joining. Once we quieted down, my hands dropped from his face as one of his came up to cradle my cheek, he was leaning in to kiss me and at the last second I turned so his lips met my cheek.

He pulled back with a look of puzzlement. I shrugged with a shy smile on my face, “I don’t want to get you sick.” JJ rolled his eyes and the hand cradling my cheek moved to grab my jaw, holding it in place as he placed a long and sweet kiss to my lips. God, I missed this feeling. Once, he released my face, he was smiling and his cheeks were pink. “You’re going to get sick.”

“Then I’ll have an excuse for you to take care of me.” He said as he stood up, not moving me from his lap, just holding me close so I wouldn’t fall as he rose from the floor, me wrapping my legs around his waist. He turned to the side so my frame wasn’t blocking his view as he looked at the boiling pot of soup and turned the fire off, my arms around his neck and head leaning towards him. “Who’s the big softie now, huh? You’re clinging to me like a Koala.”

I just shrugged, not bothering to pick my head up from his shoulder to look at him. “You picked me up. It's not like I wasn’t going to stop you.” Just as I said this, he sat me down on the counter to retrieve two bowls to pour the soup into. Pouring it equally and putting spoons into the bowls, he turned around, handing me my bowl with a napkin underneath as barrier between the hot porcelain and my hands and placed his on the counter as he stood next to me.

“Does this mean we’re back together? Because I missed you way too much for this to not mean anything.” I asked timidly, swishing the soup around with the spoon, still not entirely keen on the idea of eating.

JJ paused, letting his spoon fall into the bowl as he stood to his full height once more. He cradled the back of my neck and went in to place a kiss on my forehead. “Wouldn’t dream of it being any other way.”

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Anti-Social Behavior P5

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(Nathan Young x f!reader)

(Y/n) is given a chance to talk about community service which lets her know she’s been right all along, it is complete shit, but it did lead to her having a long awaited moment with her favourite fellow young offender, a favourite fellow young offender that everyone’s pretty sure just stole a baby.

Word count: 3313 words

Warnings: alcohol mention, swearing, fluff lots and lots of fluff

Everyone was called in one by one to speak to Sally. (Y/n) walked in and planted herself down on the couch. She slouched and crossed her arms “what’s this about?” She asked. Sally was sat in a chair opposite her, notebook in her lap, leaning forward. “This is your chance to talk about community service.” She stated simply. (Y/n) just nodded, shuffling in her slicked position slightly. Sally nodded back before asking her first question “so do you think you’ve learned anything?” (Y/n) shrugged “not really, I kinda always knew some poor bastard in a jumpsuit was gonna end up scrubbing off my tags.” Sally grimaced, clearly not pleased with her answer but forced a smile none the less. “How do you think you’ve changed?” (Y/n) smacked her lips, almost mockingly but she didn’t lay the sarcasm of it on too thick. “I’ve turned into someone with a fuck lot of less free time.” She couldn’t stop herself. Sally sighed, looking down at her notebook and clicked her tongue. “What do you plan to do once your community service is over?” (Y/n) actually took a moment to consider it. She knew she wasn’t going to stop graffitiing, she loved tagging and she wouldn’t give that up but she wasn’t going to openly admit that to her probation officer. “Well…” (y/n) started slowly “I suppose I’ll just focus on work and my art…in more legal ways of course” she scrambled to cover herself with the last line. Salt nodded, finally satisfied with an answer. She let (y/n) know she was permitted to leave and she didn’t waste any time standing up and walking out. Holy shit that was uncomfortable.

(Y/n), Nathan and Kelly were cleaning the community centre floors when Kelly spotted Simon still in the office. “Why has he been in there longer than the rest of us?” She asked. (Y/n) turned to look as well “maybe she thinks he’s making more ‘progress.‘“ Nathan huffed “god, he’s such a little arse kisser.” Nathan looked down at his flat mop for a moment before getting an idea. He hailed the mop and folded it inward to form a V shape. “Nathan?” (Y/n) asked, warningly. Nathan shushed her and walked over to the office window. “Nathan whatever you want to do, don’t” (y/n) warned but he ignored her and opted to slowly walk by the window while putting on a vulgar charade of oral sex, of course, why wouldn’t he, he’s fucking Nathan. After he’d finished he smiled at (y/n) clearly proud of himself. (Y/n) swatted at him “you are such a twat” she laughed out. Nathan flinched away from her swings and cockily retorted “oh you know you love me, really!”

They’d all been tasked with scraping off posters when Kelly pointed out “we never did find out who was putting notes in our lockers.” Nathan shrugged “what did I say? I said they had nothing. They were just pissin’ in the wind.” Curtis still seemed worried “you don’t know what they got on us.” Simon fed into the paranoia “maybe they’re watching us right now.” Nathan huffed “this shit is old news, we have outfoxed the fox” he turned to (y/n), leaning in slightly “which makes us very bloody foxy.” (Y/n) giggled, shaking her head. Nathan chucked to himself at her reaction “you like that, huh? Yeah.” (Y/n) giggled again, nudging him with her shoulder.

The sound of the door shutting ran through the flat as Nathan dove onto the couch. He let out a long content sigh at finally being off his feet. He looked up to see (y/n) putting a small bag of shopping into the kitchen counter. He opened his arms and beckoned her “come here.” She looked up at him, staring at him for a second before relenting and joining him on the couch, snuggling into his chest. Nathan wrapped his arms around her, stroking her hair softly. They stayed there, silent, focusing on each other’s steady breathing. (Y/n) sat up, pulling away from Nathan’s chest “what do you want for dinner?” She asked, quietly, as if she would disrupt their peace by being any louder. Nathan continued petting her hair “dunno, pasta maybe.” The moment was so mundane, so uninteresting. There was a noticeable warmth coming from both of them as they just looked at each other. (Y/n) didn’t know exactly why, but she felt some force of gravity pulling her toward him. Nathan felt the same as he cupped her cheek. Slowly their lips met, after weeks of tension, and pining and moments too intimate for just friends, it finally happened. The movement of their lips against each others felt right. It was a soft, almost lazy kiss. There was no burning passion, or hunger or lust. There was, however, an abundance of comfort and almost familiarity. When they’d pulled away they were both already smiling. Both feeling warm and content. Nathan kept his hand cupped on her cheek and rubbed her face softly with his thumb. Nathan hummed happily “that was nice.” (Y/n) laughed, tipping over to lay her head on his chest again. Nathan laughed as well, grabbing her hand to place kisses on her knuckles. They’d spent the rest of their night as normal, this time, with the addition of kisses here and there. Neither of them talked about it, neither of them really felt the need to. They already knew what this was, they already knew they were more than friends and they were content in that.

The next day (y/n), Nathan, Kelly and Simon were cleaning the windows outside the community centre. Nathan, ever determined, continued spit balling ideas for his power. “What if so can talk to animals?” Kelly shook her head “why would you even think that?” Nathan shrugged “I saw this basset hound eating a kebab off the pavement and I was like ‘you dirty bastard,’ and this basset hound gave me a right funny look.” (Y/n) giggled “maybe even dogs think you’re a twat.” Nathan shook his head “no, it wasn’t that kinda look it was more like” Nathan pulled a goofy face “‘are you talkin’ to me? Are you talkin’ to me?’” (Y/n) snickered and didn’t respond. Nathan caught sight of something through the window and slowly walked up to Kelly, pointing out mothers and their young children walking through the community centre “see? Babies. That’s why I always use a condom. And if the girl look dirty I use two.” He elbows Kelly’s shoulder “belt and braces.” (Y/n) grimaced and turned to him “you DO know that using two condoms makes them more likely to break, right?” Nathan’s head whipped towards her “no it doesn’t, why would that happen?” (Y/n) smiled at his reaction “it’s the friction of the two layers, makes them break.” Nathan shook his head, laughing it off but still clearly a little worried about his past endeavours “no. No, you’re just making’ that up to mess with me.” (Y/n) had a tight and amused smile as she shook her head “I’m really not.”

The four had moved inside, continuing to clean the windows when a woman with short black hair walked in. (Y/n) eyed her, not many people come through the community centre unless it was for a specific event and she sure as hell didn’t have a baby with her. She walked around inside a bit before turning back to the four “hey have you seen Curtis?” That got the groups attention as they turned to face her “who are you?” Kelly asked. “I’m his girlfriend.” The woman explained, causing everyone’s eyebrows to raise. “Do you know where he is?” Nathan sputtered for a moment before answer “uh…he’s been arrested” the woman’s face grew worried “what for?” Nathan stared at her another second “for…exposing himself.” Her expression grew even more weary “what?” Nathan almost seemed to grimace at his own answer before continuing further “yeah, flashing.” Simon, for some reason, joined in explaining “At some scouts.” Nathan quickly recovered from the interruption “try tying a knot in that! Or maybe you have.” At this point the woman picked up that they were lying “yeah, very funny. When you see him, can you tell him to call Sam?” And without another word she left.

Nathan and (Y/n) found Curtis on the roof, sat facing the water. “Your girlfriend was here. The other one.” Nathan laughs. Nathan and (y/n) sit next to him “we covered for you though.” Nathan reassures him before (y/n) speaks up “not fucking sure why, we shoulda told her right then and there” she said bitterly. “It’s not like that.” Curtis snaps. (Y/n) just looks at him expectantly to continue “I tried to finish with Sam. I tell her it’s over, she starts to cry and you know what it’s like when girls cry.” Nathan shakes his head “horrible” he agrees. Curtis continues “I feel so guilty. Time rewinds and it’s like I never said it.” Curtis begins to explain more passionately “I’ve ended it six times. She cries, I’m back where I started. It’s doin’ my head in, I just need it to be over.” Nathan’s brow creases as he offers Curtis an idea “you need to make her hate you.” Curtis gives him a sceptical look before he continues “seriously. She’s steaming, she’s telling you you’ve got a tiny dick, you’re crap in bed, you don’t feel guilty. Maybe time won’t rewind.” Nathan shrugs as he goes on “you’ve gotta be brutal though man. Get her riled.” Nathan thinks a minute before offering “tell her she’s got nasty snatch gunk.” (Y/n) furrows her eyebrows “nasty snatch gunk? What the fuck.” Nathan excitedly points to her and turns back to Curtis “see! I’m not even talkin’ about her and she’s fired up!” Curtis shakes his head “Oh, I am not sayin’ that. She hasn’t done nothing wrong. i can’t hurt her.” Nathan extends his hand to rub Curtis’ back affectionately “I hear ya man” Curtis snaps “don’t put your arm around me” and Nathan slowly retracts his hand. Nathan leans to his sit to rest his head on (y/n)s shoulder “it’s these powers man. No matter what you do, the ones you love will be the ones who pay.” He says, very dramatically. Curtis nods thoughtfully “right.” After a breath Nathan bids Curtis fair well “see ya later, chief.” He stands taking (y/n)s hand as they walk away, (y/n) leans in and whispers “was that little speech from Spider-Man?” Nathan grins “might have been.” He giggles.

They’re both walking outside the community centre, both with a cigarette between each of their fingers when Nathan halts to a stop and looks around. (Y/n) notices and asks him “what’s up?” But he shushes her and continues to look around. Nathan walks into the community centre and (y/n) follows. In the hallways they find an adorable baby, dressed in a little flannel shirt with a head of whispy chestnut brown hair. They slowly approach him as Nathan bends down nearer his level. “Who are you? He asks softly before picking the child up. The baby giggles as Nathan continues to speak softly to him. (Y/n) coos at the child, admiring how undeniably cute he is. A woman quickly walks through the hallways, clearly a little panicked. She sighs in relief when she sees Nathan holding the child and she delicately takes him from Nathan’s grasp. “He’s always crawling off” he laughs. Nathan’s smiles “he’s beautiful.” (Y/n) agrees of course but she knew this was out of character for Nathan. “What’s his name?” Nathan asks, cheesy grin plastered on his face. The woman smiles back “Finn.” Nathan grins as he repeats the name and follows the woman as she tried to walk off “how old is he?” He asks. The mum answers over her shoulder. “He must take a lot of looking after.” (Y/n) couldn’t figure out for the life of her why he was so interested. The mum however continues to answer the abundance of questions Nathan has about the child. When he offers to look after the child Sally emerges from a door and calls his name. “What the hell are you doing?” She asks as the mum walks away. “Oh. I found a baby.” He explained as he turned around seeing the mum was already walking away. He waves the baby goodbye before turning back to Sally “did you see him? He is beautiful.” Sally looks at him suspiciously “are you taking the piss?” Nathan actually looks genuinely offended “no” he answers curtly. Sally throws a glance toward (y/n) but she just shrugs so Sally just walks off. “Thought you didn’t like babies.” Nathan shrugs “I don’t, usually anyway.” She furrows her eyebrows and drops the discussion.

They were walking home. Nathan kept looking over his shoulder and before (y/n) had to time to question it he pulled her into him by her wrist and moved them both into a alley. “Come here.” He said through his teeth playfully. She giggled as he surged forward to connect their lips. His hand slid up her throat to the base of her skull. She could feel him smiling into the kiss. He moved them so he could push her back up against the wall and he began rubbing his hands along her waist. The kiss was needy, evidently he felt deprived from going the whole day of community service without it. “Oh my fuckin’ god!” They heard. They separated and turned to see Kelly, open mouthed only a few metres away. Nathan beamed at her, waving “hi!” He called out to her. She grinned  and shook her head before walking off. Nathan was still smiling when he turned back to (y/n). He shrugged and they continued kissing.

The next day rolled around and they were still scraping posters off the community centre. (Y/n) could see Kelly whispering to Alisha as the two of them took quick glances at her and Nathan, so she was no doubt telling her what she’d seen yesterday. Neither of them really cared, it wasn’t as if they attempted to hide other forms of affection. Nathan, mid scrape paused, looking around. “Do you hear that?” He called to the group. Everyone else stared at him “what?” Kelly asked. Nathan, still looking intensely into the distance, answered “a baby crying.” Everyone dismissed him so he reluctantly started scraping again but he still looked around suspicious. “What is up with you and babies lately?” (Y/n) asked, but received no answer when Nathan dropped his scraper and ran away. “Um what is up with him?” Kelly asked (y/n). She shrugged “I have no fucking clue. He’s in some weird baby craze for some reason.” Kelly’s face scrunched up “what?” (Y/n) flailed her hands around, exasperated “I don’t fucking know, it’s just, all of a sudden he likes babies.” Simon ran out of the community centre, panicked “I think I’ve just seen Nathan stealing a baby. Without a word everyone dropped what they were holding and ran to follow Simon.

They ran around trying to find Nathan, he wasn’t answering his phone and had left the community centre and god knows how far those lanky legs have taken him in that time. Curtis spotted Nathan singing to the baby and started springing to get to him and everyone followed him. “What the fuck are you doing?” Kelly asked once they reached him. Nathan covered the child’s ears “hey! There’s no need for language like that.” Kelly, still riled up from his stunt stated “you’re acting like freak.” Curtis interjected, far more calm, clearly trying to talk him down “give us the baby.” Nathan stepped back slightly and snapped “you’re not taking him! He needs me.” Kelly set her eyes directly on the baby before announcing “the baby, he’s got a power. He’s making you think that you’re the dad.” Nathan clutched Finn closer “he needs a dad. I know what that’s like. My dad was never around. Look what it did to me.” Nathan smiled brightly “I’m gonna be his daddy.” Curtis dawned an incredulous look “you? You’re gonna be the dad?” Nathan just nodded, still smiling. Kelly interjected “you’re squatting in (y/n)s flat.” Curtis added “you’ve got no money, no job.” “You’re poor.” Alisha added as well. “You’ve got a criminal record.” Simon pointed out. Kelly shook her head “you can barely look after yourself.” Curtis riled his eyes “social services is gonna take one look at you…” (y/n) sputtered “and where the fuck are you gonna keep a baby in my coffin of a flat?” Alisha nodded “seriously the kid deserves better. Way better.” Nathan scrambled for an answer “him and his mum could come live with me and (y/n), we’ve still got that sofa bed, we may have to ration out that groceries that (y/n) buys but we’ll get by, I’ll steal from other babies if I have to.” After a few seconds of silence Nathan’s face dropped. He looked down at the child in his arms confused. He held him away from his body. “Why am I holding this baby.” Everyone stepped forward, afraid Nathan would drop him. Nathan hopped a little on his feet “I’m not bein’ sexist but one of you girls needs to take this off me before I drop it on its head.” (Y/n) surged forward and takes the child from him. The baby was beginning to cry so (y/n) cooed to calm him down.

They’d walked back to the community centre to find Finns mum worriedly speaking to someone. The mum ran toward the two of them shouting “why have you got my baby? Did you take him?” Nathan, insisting he didn’t take her child was still being shouted at to stay away from her child. “He didn’t take him, we found him out side we were bringing him back” (y/n) explained. “Someone must have left the door open, you said yourself he’s always crawling off.” The mum was near weeping “oh, even he thinks I’m a shit mum, it’s like sim not enough for him.” (Y/n) but her lip “maybe take him to see his dad.” The woman looked up at her “yeah, well, he’s not interested.” (Y/n) smiled trying to convince her “well he’s a beautiful little boy, I’m sure his dad will change his mind once he sees him.” The mum looks between the two nervously before thanking them for returning him and walking off. Nathan turned to (y/n) “look at you! Ever the do-gooder” he praised, softly leaning in to place a simple kiss on her lips.

After yesterdays fiasco they were certainly owed a man uneventful day. All had gone to plan, they gotten in, done their community service, got changed back into their regular clothes. Job done. Nathan was once again, pressing his body against the vending machine trying to get a free drink out of it. “I’ll buy you a coke.” (Y/n) offered, laughing. Nathan shook his head “it’s not the same, I’ve almost got it.” He continued to beat on the bending machine until finally something dropped out. He excitedly displayed his bounty as (y/n) rolled her eyes and yanked him by his arm out of the community centre.

The two snuggled up on the couch, each with a jack and coke in hand. The winded down the night watching a film, just enjoying each other’s company. “I’m glad today was so quiet.” (Y/n) mumbled as she turned her head to the side to snuggle into Nathan’s shoulder a bit. Nathan has his arm slung around her shoulders and was drawing lazy circles on her arm with his fingertips “yeah, for once we deserve a day where nothing fuckin’ happens.” (Y/n) hummed a response in the affirmative. Nathan turned his head to press a kiss into her hair. (Y/n) let a pleased noise out from her throat “let’s enjoy it while it lasts, yeah?”

[strawberry-nugget]

𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 | E. Kirishima/ Reader/ K. Bakugo

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: after weeks of Bakugo distancing himself from you and Kirishima you finally get the chance to talk out what happened the other day, one thing leads to another and...

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, thr*esome, oral (f! and m! receiving), double penetration, fingering, p*ssy slapping, dacryphilia, all characters portrayed are over the age of 20

𝘼/𝙉: I'm so sorry this took me so long. I know this is 6.5k with little to no plot but I hope you enjoy this, hehe, thanks for all of the notes and amazing comments on the last one. I'll be reblogging in a few minutes with the tags in those who asked. Also. This is top Kirishima. Top top top top Kirishima.

It's been two weeks now that you and Bakugo exist in different timelines.

He's never home, lost in patrol after patrol, leaving a hot mess behind him in his room, belts, gear, his back up costume messily sprawled across his room -you guess he doesn't have enough time to clean everything up. Still, the rest of the apartment always looks inhabitable, save for the little mess you make in the kitchen when you cook; he never cleans what's supposed to be your task.

You feel yourself growing sadder every day. It's something Kirishima notices and informs you he feels as well, rooted deep in how Bakugo is treating the two of you ever since that night. And the worst part is you can't do anything about it. He doesn't return his phone calls nor does he ever pick up, and by now you've accepted that he purposely avoids being in the house with you. It hurts even more knowing that he and Kirishima see each other at work every day; at least he knows Katsuki is doing okay, though as he reports, he rarely ever talks more than patrol and business.

You only wonder why he acts the way he does, thinking you don't deserve to get ghosted over for what happened. He's your roommate and one of your best friends, whatever made him feel like he has the right to ghost you with such each is not going to go by so easily and you're not willing to wait it out anymore either.

Thus, this Thursday night you call in sick for work and emerge yourself in the bathtub after checking the clock. 7.25pm. It's still an hour until Katsuki is off his shift, which means you have plenty of time to do some self care. Shave your legs, scrub your whole body with your coconut scrub- anything to calm down that put of anxiety that's starting to boil in the pit of your stomach.

You fear for the worst. That Katsuki doesn't want to be your friend anymore, and losing him doesn't sit right with you. Not over just catching him masturbating once.

There's a ton of things you want to say, or ask him. The lingering thought of him liking Kirishima or you digs deep enough into your brain and plants itself there, getting comfortable right next to the thought of him being jealous of your relationship. Could this be it? Could he just be lonely? He never talks about meeting anyone or having sex -that must be it, he's lonely, that's all.

Your bath doesn't last for long because you're nervous and the water runs cold before you have the chance to enjoy yourself. Maybe it's time to start turning the heating on in the apartment and you curse yourself because you have to talk this out with Bakugo as well -fuck its hard to not live on your own when you have to make shared decisions with someone. To your stomach's turbulence dismay you can't get out of talking to Katsuki.

"No, I literally won't tell you where she is Bakugo"

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of the door unlocking and closing again, followed by your boyfriend's familiar voice. You don't make a single movement to exit the bathroom yet- you're frozen, opting to rest on top of the toilet cap until you hear Bakugo's reply, your gut falling into a muddy pit of panic.

"I swear to fucking god if you two are trapping me to talk about it"

Typically of him, he shouts, barking and chewing a few sounds of what he's saying. Kirishima knows he's all bark and no bite though, you're eager to figure out how he'll oppose him.

"She wants to talk to you, you can't just ghost her like that when you live with her" There's a long pause next "and you should have told me that you're in fucking love with her"

"What?" Katsuki exclaims

What?

"You think I'm an idiot? Or that I can't comprehend basic human behavior? I know how people who feel the way you do act"

"What are you even saying Kirishima? That I'm jealous?"

You blink feverously, trying to take in what you're listening to unfold in the other room. You know a part of you has been wishing that this scenario wasn't true.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You should have told me you liked her in the beginning. I would have never made a move"

They bicker back and forth for a few minutes; Katsuki accusing and Eijiro defending, then switching back and forth before going silent. It's then that you think you should emerge from the bathroom. It feels wrong to not be part of this conversation when you're the reason for their bickering, but at this point the guilt in your stomach is rotting and polluting your insides.

With a sigh, you turn the doorknob and inhale deeply. You tell yourself you can do this. You have to do this, yet your eyes are filled with hot and salty tears as you approach the living room.

Both of them eye you simultaneously, pursed lips and hands crossed over their chests; the only relieving thing about this is that they're sitting next to each other on the couch, their calves slightly touching. You know they'll make up again, they always will, but you're scared you won't be able to be part of that make up. Not with the information that's been poured onto you.

"Hi" You whisper and despite being sure both of them heard you, they make no effort to open their mouths and talk back "I uhm" You clear your throat "I heard what you were ah saying"

"Course ya did" Katsuki growls "course ya fucking did"

"Baku- I-"

"Save it! I'm gonna-" He snaps and makes a move to get off the couch, though Eijiro has other plans; he slams him back down with just a push of his hand

The same hand that's extended to you, overlapping Katsuki's chest, wordlessly asking you to join them on the couch. Your heart warms up slightly. Kirishima always does his best to make you feel included, it's no surprise he's smiling at you when you take a seat next to the blond.

"You're not going anywhere Bakugo. And babe, you can speak now"

Though you smile nervously with your lips, your first word falls silent, in awe of a lung filling sigh. Then by the time you gather some thoughts together your chest is shivering and the tears that you managed to drown before are now threatening to spill from your eyes again.

Kirishima is watching you religiously, pouting as you throw your head to the opposite direction of his to let out a small sob. He tightens the grip of his hand around yours and barely notices Bakugo batting his eyes to that direction.

"Hey, no, don't cry"

"I just don't want to lose Bakugo because of this" you sob and Kirishima shoots a killer gaze at the blond, biting the inside of his lip.

"You're not losing anyone idiot" Bakugo says, clearing his throat, giving Kirishima a strained look as well

"Babe, don't worry, Bakugo and I will be fine, you and Bakugo will be fine"

You sob again, wiping a stream of tears that's falling from your eyes and Kirishima wastes no time on cupping your cheek after bullying Bakugo to do the same. A nice change, you think, two hands reaching out for your face, you could almost get used to this.

"Yeah, you're not losing me" Bakugo tries to soothe, though by Kirishima's demand he adds to his words "I- uhh, I might want you but this has nothing to do with us not being friends"

"Yeah?" You sniffle, looking up

"Yeah"

It's too soft how you're cuddled into their arms instantly, pulled on top of them to sit on both of their laps, held tightly in both of their embraces. You coo into their arms for a while, content when Kirishima kisses your cheek and sobbing faintly when Bakugo rubs your back in circles.

"Do you want a beer baby?" Kirishima asks, softly patting your back and kissing your nape as he leaves you clinging onto Bakugo. You nod into the crook of Bakugo's neck in reply and Kirishima smiles from the other side of the couch.

The sound of the fridge opening is timelines away from what's entering your mind. Is it wrong that you like that cuddle too much? And is it even more wrong that you want more? Bakugo feels nice when you're curling up onto his lap and Kirishima adds warmth and love into everything he's touching, you almost feel your thighs clench at the idea of where your mind's traveling to.

"What if we had a threesome?"

It's so faint when it comes out of your mouth that you're convinced there shouldn't be any loud reaction to it, though you hear the can of beer that's presumably in Kirishima's hand hit the floor, you feel Katsuki's hand freeze on your back. Both of them wonder if they've heard correctly, but never asking you to repeat it.

"A uhm.. Threesome?" Kirishima asks "you'd like that?"

"Yes"

You try to hide your face deeper into Bakugo's neck, but he doesn't seem to approve of it- he pushes you back softly, with a thick hand on your stomach and another still on your back. You feel your face burning as you're forced to face him

"You'd really want a threesome?" You nod and Bakugo gulps "Right now?"

"Mhm" You gulp too, your nose almost nuzzling against his "if- if you want to"

The way you're swamped with attention is overwhelming. From the way Kirishima jumps to the edge of the couch towards you, to the way Bakugo lifts you up and stands on his feet, urging you to do the same as your feet land one by one on the carpet underneath you.

"Fuck okay uh, are you fine with it Bakugo?" The redhead asks, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I am."

Kirishima gulps when he sees Bakugo latch onto you, placing his hand on your shoulder and coughing up slightly "Should we set some rules?"

"Yes" Bakugo coughs as well, though you can feel him getting hard to where your thoughts are meeting his "wanna suggest anything?"

"Great uh, maybe no kissing between the two of you, since she's my girlfriend? And Katsuki you're wearing a condom too. Are these fine?"

Both of you gulp and nod. It's natural for Kirishima to ask this. Sharing you out of the blue can't completely sit right with him; it almost flicks a switch on inside your gut, making you gulp again when you feel him hugging you from behind.

"Safeword?" Bakugo asks

"Red" You reply cooing when your back finally hits your boyfriend's chest.

You don't even have enough time to count down seconds before you're pounded and squished between the two of them. It's a miracle that you somehow manage to convince them to move it to the bedroom.

Even if making a small stop at the hall wasn't in your original plan

Kirishima's hands are everlastingly on your waist pulling your back into his chest. He's nibbling on the nape of your neck, his fingers light as feathers as they're peeling your T-shirt off of you. He almost grunts at your exposed back, leaning down just to place a kiss on each of your shoulders before latching onto your ear

"It's fine baby, it's fine if you're embarrassed okay?" He blows into you then takes a bite of your ear lobe to which you shiver as you snap your head to his face. “what? Are you that excited?"

You gulp, nodding with your eyes shutting, an expression on your face that looks almost painful -Bakugo can't help but palm himself, searching Kirishima's carmine eyes with his, waiting for a sign that he should make a move or retreat. Anything that doesn't involve him getting a front row seat to how your chest bounces as Kirishima runs his hands on your torso from behind.

"Fuck, I-" He says, swallowijg his tongue in the process, just when Kirishima's hands change paths, now wiggling underneath your sweatpants.

"Enjoying the show Bakugo?" Kirishima's smiles and fuck- when did he adopt such an attitude? "Come 'ere"

Bakugo does as he's commanded, guided by Kirishima, as he trails your torso with his hands intertwined with his, squeezing your upper hips, trailing your belly button, eyeing you with doe eyes before launching a kiss to your navel. You writhe and wiggle in Kirishima's embrace- the feeling of another man too new, too strange to take in in less than a few moments, but Eijiro's got you, kissing your nape, your cheek, softly playing with your breasts above your bralette. Whispering his praises with his hands across your body.

"Good girl" You're sure he whispers in your ear "I got you" But all you can feel is Katsuki's breath as he's placing open mouthed kisses across your tummy, over the valley of your chest, your cheek.

Kirishima is overly alert by this, jumping in between the little scene, capturing your lips with his, using a hand to push Bakugo into the kiss as well, pulling him in as lips as smeared against lips, your saliva trailing out of your mouth. You instinctively rub your thighs together to relieve some of the burning sensation between your legs

Soon enough, Bakugo is taking off your pants, rhen his shirt, Kirishima's taking his off too, managing not to let you go all while pushing the three of you into the bedroom. There's nothing but a trail of clothing in the hallway that could suggest what's happening inside the room once the door closes shut; three pairs of sweats, three different t-shirts and maybe the white ghost of hot and heavy breathing.

On the bed, it's way more comfortable. Your arching back is finally resting against the pillowy mattress, Kirishima's smile from upside down soothing and forgiving, you almost melt away while he cups your face and bumps his nose to yours, giggling slightly, before glaring at Bakugo. He guides your head into his lap, still holding your cheeks, still rubbing circles onto your soft face, pouting hard before facing your friend.

"You good babe?" He asks you and you nod again, humming a small reply to him "you too Katsuki?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah, I am" He gulps, pumping himself twice.

"You're not getting in without prep by the way"

You writhe in Kirishima's lap, gooey eyes and mouth open wide as he leans to pry your legs open, trailing his middle finger across your clothes slit. Your chest jumps when you hear him chuckle. You know he's struck the gold vein he's searching for, your panties swimming in a puddle, completely damp from getting your neck attacked only a few minutes ago.

Katsuki marvels a finger across your slit as well, avoiding your clit purposely or flicking it occasionally, moaning every time his finger touches the chilly dampness of your underwear.

Kirishima pries your legs open wider, hooking his middle finger under your panties and pulling them over and slightly to the side, flashing the blond with a glimpse of you -you swear you see him gulp. Hard.

"Want a taste?" Kirishima asks, chuckling, as if Bakugo isn't frothing at the mouth at the mention of the action, as if he isn't diving in between your thighs like a starved man.

He almost rips your panties by pulling them to the side. Your hands link through his platinum hair and you almost whine at how soft it feels, or, about the moaning sounds he makes as he's digging his fingers in the plush skin of your thigh, swinging your leg wider. You slide a little further along, laid completely flat on the bed -head still on Kirishima's lap.

Sweetly, Kirishima captures your inner lips with his fingers and circles them around before making you hump on him, his knuckles bumping with Bakugo's nose when he chuckles again. You almost tear up by the over stimulating pressure Kirishima's fingers provide for you, but you decide to hold it in; not sure hitched breath leaves your mouth until Bakugo takes an experimental lick across your slit.

With a thumb presses to your clit he retreats for a second, just to watch as he sinks his middle finger inside of you and -"oh my fucking god Katsuki"- he's back at it again, licking at you religiously. Softly, like Kirishima always does, patiently. Just like you love it.

It has your back arching, chest bouncing for Kirishima's eyes to enjoy. He decides he won't have you hanging, bouncing and thrashing. With two huge palms he cups your breasts, flicking your nipples, massaging you for just enough time to make your heart burn, then he wiggles a finger to the hood of your clit, applying throbbing pressure.

The knot in your stomach is tight, your vision blurry, you're sure what you think is silent moaning is probably full-on screaming, mewling or pleas of pleasure that you can't comprehend.

Kirishima is smiling at you from above, still wiggling his finger on you left and right in Bakugo's business and you can't help it- you yelp, pushing Bakugo's face deeper into you. It feels good- too good, like your legs are nothing but jello, your stomach and thighs feeling like they've transformed into liquid smooth. You mewl in Kirishima's arms, coiling, desperately eyeing him in hopes that he and Katsuki won't stop what they're doing.

"M so close" You slur when Kirishima takes a hand of yours away from Bakugo's hair, softly turning it upside down, until your palm is met with the wetness of his foreskin, the pulsing slit of his that leaks precum into your hand.

He whines -"ohh"- when you wrap your fingers around him, instantly pumping your hand up and down, your grip firm and steady as you twist your wrist with every bob of your hand.

"Suck me off baby" Kirishima softly commands, rubbing an experimental circle with his tip on your lips, smearing some of his precum around your mouth. You gulp at how carelessly he pumps his base, until he pries your lips open.

You take him eagerly into your mouth, feeling your stomach churn and your thighs freezing in place by Bakugos movements; so long as you're steadily sucking Kirishima's cock into your mouth, he scissors his fingers inside of you.

"You like that?" He moans into you, eyeing Kirishima "you twitched- fuck you're twitching"

"Show me how wet she is"

Kirishima commands and Bakugo complies by taking his fingers away from your heat and shining them into Kirishima's face. You whimper but how good it feels when he moans against you, blinking as you watch your boyfriend take your friend's fingers in his mouth, sucking in eagerly, before popping the digits out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva fall faintly onto the valley of your breasts

"Your pussy's s'wet baby, you're dripping all over over Katsuki's hands" Kirishima thrusts in your mouth "you taste so good" then turns his attention to Bakugo "tell 'er, how fucking good she tastes"

Bulky fingers rub on your clit once more and Bakugos hand secures your tummy in place while pinning you down; you feel it then, the inevitable end of what has been building up in your stomach for such a long while and you can't help but scream at the feeling of coming undone. Shaking, struggling to take a breath without popping Kirishima out of your mouth.

"Fucking perfect"

Your vision is white, your head is buzzing and your legs are frozen. You can feel Kirishima fucking into your mouth once, twice and ever so slightly, depending in how relaxed your jaw is as he's moaning. You don't choke when he hits your throat, you simply moan onto him, too blinded by the afterglow of your orgasm to even react to what's about to unfold.

"Fuck- take 'em off- Fuuck" Kirishima says, you notice. Bakugo probably does as he's told; you hear shuffling and grunting, the soft pop of his dick to his stomach. You want to see-

Bakugo, hazed and drenched in you, cups your womanhood with his hand, landing his thumb on your clit and you yelp again, thrassing onto the bed, finally popping Kirishima out of your mouth. He tugs and drags his fingers away- he's opening you up, of course, that's it- and you can't help but roam your eyes all over him. Searching for his cock, wanting to see it dive inevitably into you.

It's unfair that Kirishima has a better view than you do, but at least, you hope he enjoys the view. You buck your hips forward when you feel Katsukis thighs grace against your own. His skin is unbelievably cold, making the hair on your legs and tummy raise; a tear rolls down your cheek then the moment the tip of his cock touches your clit.

"We've got- ah- condoms in the first drawer. On your left" Kirishima says cheerfully, bucking his hips away from your face, kneeling just to place a kiss on your forehead- your nose- your lips, finally bumping the tip of his nose to yours when he sucks your inner lip into his mouth

"You liked that baby?" Kirishima breathes "You liked Bakugo eating you out?"

"Mhm" You nod, not wanting to break away from the kiss, unlike Kirishima

You can hear Katsuki cursing, slamming the drawer shut as he fidgets with the condom. Everything seems slow, from the way his thick fingers can't grasp the tiny edges of the wrapper, to him finding out what's the right side to put it on -he grunts, inevitably- stealing giggles from both you and Kirishima

"Ah man, you're struggling, come 'ere let me help"

Bakugo grunts once again, although this time it's not out of frustration. Kirishima playfully pulls him close, places a kiss on his navel and extends his hand underneath Bakugo's, politely asking for the condom -you know his lips are pressed into a goofy smiley line right now just by the way his body moves.

Kirishima lets your cheek rest on his thigh when he moves to grab Katsuki's cock, to roll the condom on him while twisting his fist on him no more than twice -unfair- before playfully slapping the blond's ass, urging him to climb onto the bed again.

It's then that your hips are jerked and raised towards the blond, huge palms on your hips, pulling you towards him. Nervous touches, unspoken apologies for potentially harsh movements, his eyes are flickering into yours and his lips are all pouty, scrunched, his cheeks plump with embarrassment. He doesn't know if you notice, nor does he think he ever will, but it's killing him -that he's only allowed to line himself up with you under this circumstance.

Whether you notice the hurt in his eyes or not, you don't comment on it, nor do you spare him any worried look. He doesn't even know if he wants you to take pity on this state of his.

No.

No, he doesn't.

He only hopes Kirishima won't get mad when he cups your face tenderly, nor when he traps your face with his other hand caging you away from the redhead thigh -it's for better leverage he'll say if he's asked to- but you melt into his touch.

And his chest burns.

It's worse when he finally pushes into you. His heart won't stop beating hard and fast and he's scared he's going to have a fall. No-no- he shouldn't think about it, if he does think about it, he'll definitely have a fall.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," You murmur, feeling the voice come from the depths of your chest.

That's the only confirmation he needs to ignite his ego and light it on fire. You feel good, you're sucking him in deeper and your cheek is still melting into his palm. It's more than enough; he ignores Kirishima's gaze and whatever it may carry behind it. It's for his own sanity he reminds himself.

"You're doing so good babe,'' Kirishima asks you, cupping your other cheek. He's smiling- no need to worry about him not having a positive reaction to Bakugo caressing you

(The rules that had been presented to him were simple- wear a condom and no kissing)

"You're taking it so well, isn't she Katsuki?"

"Fuck yeah" He grunts, thrusting harder

"So, so well baby, we'll make sure you get to come first okay?" You ogle your eyes at Kirishima, teary and soft by his words, clapping your lips together and pouting, begging him silently for a kiss. Only to feel the void when his soft lips don't come in contact with yours

"Oh no, no kiss for baby. You're so naughty, wanting me to kiss you when you're getting fucked by our friend"

"What?" You whine, popping on to your left elbow "Eiji- i want my kiss"

"None can do" He smiles and Bakugo snaps his hips into you "unless you earn it"

Your stomach is tied in a knot again, gummy walls tightening around Bakugo, back arching. It's almost painful to watch you sprawled like this underneath him, reacting in peak with the rhythm of his hips, begging him to go faster, harder. At one point, he's losing himself in the speed he's fucking you with, feeling like he's about to combust from inside out is not helping either

-He thinks, he'll be spent for days after this-

It's guttural, the way you feel as Bakugo thrusts inside of you, the way you mewl and twitch and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You feel full, so much that you mutter it, slurred and incomprehensibly at Kirishima. It's more than enough for him to rub your chin with his thumb and buck his hips on your face again. You take him eagerly, smiling with your lips when he lands on your tongue. You swirl it around, pump him deeper into your mouth, suck on his tip until he moans in sync with you.

"Bakugoo" He hisses, biting his lip as he's eyeing you "don't chase your own satisfaction! Go slower and rub her clit too" He takes Bakugos hand away from your face, tracing it down your body before landing on your heat, pinching your clit softly making you moan "ah so responsive"

For a while he doesn't move his hand away, focused on guiding Bakugo's fingers on you, teaching him how to make you feel good while he's fucking and you're on fire, gut churning and chest tight, ovestimulated by how good it all feels. You can't even take a proper breath as Kirishima humps deeper into your mouth. He groans too loud when his tip hits your cheek.

You know this is too much for him, you know he can't hold back any longer, but you grab onto his shaft and twirl your grin on his base, bobbing it into your cheek and popping it out before swallowing it again.

And while Bakugo's thrusts are becoming desperate, Kirishima bursts into your mouth, holding your hair softly, pulling you closer to you- closer, closer, until your nose hits his navel, biting on his cheeks and squinting his eyes so he won't shut them, drunk on the view of you overflowing with his come. He only grubs your chin, swiping his thumb on the white trail that's spilling from the corner of your lips, trying his best to smirk at you without taking a breath.

"Swallow it sweetheart -ah- that's right, you're so -fuck- perfect for me"

Your lower stomach is protesting, bursting slowly as Bakugo is thrusting faster into you. His speed, him hitting that spot in your gut repeatedly, creating the perfect feeling of numbness, it's all too much and not enough all at once, you want to cry out- you gush and you writhe as your legs hook around Bakugo's waist.

Your boyfriend retreats from his previous position, smiling as ever, petting Bakugo's blonde hair, massaging your breast, kissing your nipple, then attacking your upper chest, trapping supple skin in between his tongue and teeth, dragging Bakugo along with him. It's what ultimately leads Bakugo over the edge, his tip feeling numb, blood rushing all over his body, he thrusts a few more times before he pulls out, spilling his own satisfaction into the condom, feeling his heart race faster than ever before.

"Your doing sooo good" Kirishima says once more, pecking your lips repeatedly. "Wanna ride me? Or are you tired? "

"Fuck no, lay down"

"That's my girl" He smiles "Katsuki, come here"

Kirishima rubs your wetness up and down, grunting when he finds your clit, grazing it with the back of his hand, whispering about how wet you are, to which you respond by hugging your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You only pull back when he lets you coo into him by petting your hair softly.

You're instantly met with Bakugo's eyes blazing into yours from above- it's not intimidating, rather, it's lustful, but you still need some time to pull yourself back, despite the eagerness in his eyes. You must have missed the point where he discarded his condom, or just how thick he actually is, because he's standing hard and proud before you, nervously searching for Kirishima's approval.

Your boyfriend's approval comes with gripping on him and easing him close to you. You take him in both of your hands, relying on Kirishima to keep your torso lifted, focusing on twisting your hand around him in the same way you did for Eijiro. Too bad you almost lose grip when He snaps his hips into you.

You can feel Katsuki's dick twitch into your hands as you pull him down lower, getting your tongue out of your mouth to place kitten lips all over his length. Eijiro mimics you, licking the tip when you're not licking the base, letting you take control when he ceases his movements for a bit, to lift both of you a little higher, so you don't have to bend your neck as much. He strokes some sweaty strands of hair away from your face, he kisses your cheek and Bakugo is already thrusting into your mouth feverously.

"Fuck"

"You're so wet baby, you feel like you could take us both" You yelp, wide eyes as you freeze on the spot "want to take us both?"

"I do" You yelp with tears in your eyes "I do I do, I do I do"

"Oh, look at you being so desperate, want to get -ah- wrecked, don't you?"

"I do Eiji- you cry out

"Then ask Katsuki to take you too, ask him to shove his cock into you while I'm fucking you too, like the greedy little thing you are"

At this point, you think poor Bakugo isn't going to make it to the end of this.

"Katsu" You plead, watery eyes staring into desperate carmine ones "Katsu fuck me while Eiji fucking me too-"

"Say please" Kirishima interrupts, pinching your nipple "or I'm not going to let him"

"Please, pleaseplease, please"

"Fuck yeah" Katsuki replies "ill fucking wreck you" The sounds he's making are supposed to be words, though they're far from being clear and understandable, his veins are pulsing into your mouth. He's too excited for this, so excited that you know he'll never make it to the drawer to reach for a new condom. So Kirishima is doing it for him, hooking the little rubber between his fingers as he's opening the drawer.

"Come on baby, pull back" He taps on your shoulder and places a kiss on your collar bone, thrusting deeper into you this time. The reaction is immediate, you're throwing your head back in seconds and Bakugo whines at the sudden departure of your warm mouth.

Kirishima allows you to kiss his thighs, his tip, his navel, to squeeze the small of his back and his ass before letting you wear the condom onto him.

You lose track of Bakugo until you feel wet kisses being planted on your thighs and ass, the back of your knees. You feel his hand being placed on your thigh, the warmth of his palm as he's soothingly rubbing it up and down your skin, to prepare you, raising his thumb to graze at your crotch occasionally. You whine every time he thumbs your clit, or flicks it when it meets with Kirishima's navel.

"You good? I'll start with my fingers" You choke on the sound of his words and nod frantically. If only you could actually watch him when he delves his middle finger in you along with Eijiro's cock. Still you whine loudly, when another finger joins the first one, slowly scissoring inside of you "fuck you're gonna take it so well aren't you? Kirishima's right. You love this"

"Answer him," Kirishima whispers, teeth biting down in your lobe. He grabs your face, trapping your cheeks between his fingers, turning you in Katsuki's direction, pushing your cheeks together. You swallow when you see the blind focused on watching you stretch.

"I love it

But Eijiro isn't satisfied with how you're trying to make your words get past from your lips

"Say it like you mean it doll, or I won't let your friend put it in"

You eye him dangerously, putting your lips even further before muttering a soft 'fine' -your redhead doesn't make a comment on your little attitude, probably because he's gotten what he's wanted from you- and Katsuki hisses, fisting his cock faster.

"I love it so much Katsuh"

"And Eiji- you mean. It's not only him that's here" Kirishima smirks and this time he pulls out of you, flipping your body so that your back is facing him. One hand comes to your wetness, spreading your lips apart, stretching you wide open "Try again" He lets go just for a moment, to slap your clit loosely. Once. Twice. Never ceasing when you whine. Your hips buck up towards Katsuki.

"Look at how nice I am, I even gave you a full view. Am I not?"

"You are Eiji. You're the best, the best. And I love this so much, I'm going to combust"

"Oh you will?" Katsuki interrupts, grunting when Kirishima pulls his dick closer to you, rubbing the head on your clit until Katsuki gets the hint. You let out a guttural groan at the feeling, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes from being too overstimulated for so long

"Yes baby, I will, just please"

"M going in-" Katsuki announces, earning a nod from Kirishima "If he won't let you come, then we don't listen to him 'kay?"

Kirishima chuckles at the one and bites the top of your ears dragging his tongue to the base of it- a warning- to not try and agree with what Katsuki's offering. And being obedient definitely pays off when you feel your boyfriend's head poke against your entrance.

It feels splitting and painful all at once; the tears in your eyes are pouring, and none of the caresses you're receiving is helping. You need time to adjust and both men provide that for you. Minutes pass spent with soft kisses. Kirishima sucking your neck and Bakugo kissing your breasts, the three of you making out- anything until you feel like you can get used to them.

And when you do, they go slow, each at their own pace, simultaneously hitting spots that you don't know could or should ever be hit at the same time.

"You good?" Both men ask and you have to gulp that frog that sits at the top of your mouth if you want to talk, but you can't. Your throat is too tight, your eyes are too watery

"Babe"

"Better than I thought I'd be actually"

You get lost in the haze of their hips, their thrusts and you can already feel Katsuki collapsing onto you, chasing his own pit of pleasure when it hits you. Your gut coming undone for the last time has your heart leaping and skipping beats; you hook your arm around Katsuki's neck, jumping up and down from how fast both men are thrusting into you and you bring your face to his, cooling your mouths together.

When he feels you clamp down on him -and Kirishima- he pulls out, rolls the condom off and strokes himself slightly. You whine at the sudden departure of him inside of you but you quickly clamp down on just your boyfriend, before feeling him shifting from underneath you, finally pushing down the small of your back. You take Katsuki into your mouth while Kirishima slaps your ass, thrusting fast and hard into you.

There's no sweet talk right now, authority and intimidation hiding away as satisfaction is being chased. Sloppily and not carefully at all. It's evident in how you're sucking Katsuki off. There's no consistency in your rhythm, you're squirming as Kirishima is slowing down before picking up his pace again, running his hands through your hair affectionately. When he comes, he coats your insides in white ropes of pleasure, riding off his orgasm softly, until he feels himself stop twitching.

By the time he pulls out you've made Katsuki come as well, hearing his high pitched grunts as he lets it all out in your mouth. Although this time you're not overwhelmed with the amount; it's his second round nonetheless.

Katsuki's hands don't cease to take this chance, even if they're awkward and shaking he's grabbing your cheeks squishing them just like Kirishima did a while ago and kisses you, poking his tongue in your mouth, moaning at his own taste, pulling your lips under his teeth.

You know your lips will be bruised by this. And you don't care. Because when he pulls back, Kirishima is kissing you as well, pulling you into his arms, caging you into his chest.

You even smile as tiny, peppery kisses are pressed onto your skin.

"You did so well" Kirishima smiles "you too Katsu, you both were amazing"

Katsuki smiles, popping onto the bed as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself onto you and Kirishima. He nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck and for the first time in a while he feels warm, content, calm and collected. Or so you think by the kiss that's planted onto your back by him.

It's tender and soft, mimicking Kirishima's but feeling nothing like your boyfriend's kisses at the same time. You collapse further into Kirishima's chest and he kisses the top of your hair and your cheek, mellowy.

"Wanna take a bath?" He suggests under his breath and both you and Katsuki nod, sinking further in the sheets with heavy eyes. Maybe when your feet won't feel like they'll betray you, you'll get up and have a warm bath, sandwiched between Katsuki and Eijiro, smothered in kisses, lathered in lavender soap, maybe you'll make a cup of chamomile for the three of of you and cuddle between them before you go to sleep.

Until then…