#i think maybe i'll start lying. baby steps. i don't know.

[writtenbymisunderstoodnerds]

First thanksgiving (Kelley O'Hara x Reader)

I don't celebrate Thanksgiving, but I wanted to write something about it. Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it!

I don't know if this is any good and it's barely edited, but I hope you enjoy :)

Combination of these two requests:

I don't celebrate Thanksgiving so I think it would be cute if the player (I don't know who, can be anyone) teach R about the tradition and the foods and maybe R try to cook a family recipe and everything just been cozy and cute!

and

r x Christen or Kelley meeting c or k's family for the first time at thanksgiving, because r isn't a soccer player.

Words: 3.2k

Kelley headed for me as soon as she got home, slotting herself against me and the back of the couch. I had been lying down watching tv, but turned toward her to wrap my arms around her, pecking her lips. "Hi love. How was your day?"

"Long, but could have been worse. I missed you today. How did your interview go?"

I held Kelley closer, kissing her forehead, "I missed you too Kel. I think it went pretty well. They said they'll get back to me after thanksgiving. I'm still thinking about saving a bit more money and starting my own business. I already have a good chunk away."

"If you do, I'll support you every step of the way. I think you'll make a very sexy boss."

I rolled my eyes, pinching Kelley side making her squeal before leaving a lingering kiss against her lips, "Of course you do."

"Hey um talking about thanksgiving. I hope it's okay, but I told my parents about us and they invited you to thanksgiving. So um would you want to come?"

We had been together for quite a while, but our relationship had started out a bit complicated and I was gone the majority of the time so Kelley had avoided telling her family until things were a bit more stable. "Why would that not be okay? If you want me there then of course I will come."

"I know you don't know anything about it or celebrate it, but I would like you to come."  

"Then I'll be there."

---

There were ingredients and stuff scattered all over the kitchen, it was a mess so was I, but I was determined to make the best apple pie and pecan pie I could. Despite never making either or ever trying a pecan pie. Kelley said her family loved them so in an anxious, overthinking moment, I had decided to attempt it in hopes of impressing them. Kelley walked in, just stopping and staring at me for a few seconds. 

"What are you doing baby?"

"Um well you said your family likes these pies and I'm a half decent baker so I thought I would try. Maybe impress them. I um I'm going to make some small ones so you can try and tell me if I should just throw them out or not."

Kelley wiped some flour off my cheek before pecking my lips, "A bit nervous are we? Babe my parents will love you regardless of if you baked them a pie or not."

"Two pies actually."

"You're really determined aren't you?" I nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed by what a mess I was over this. "Why don't I help you? I've made them with my parents enough to know how they like it."

That help turned out to be Kelley sitting on the counter, talking about random things and constantly distracting me by pulling me in for make out sessions. The only real help she provided was telling me that her family liked more cinnamon in the apple pie and smaller pieces of pecan. If I actually thought about it, I would have realised she was doing it to stop me overthinking so I could actually enjoy the baking process. Of course it worked. Kelley always had a way of making me calm down, of stopping or at least reducing any overthinking or panicking thoughts. Given my time in the military, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence. 

With the pies in the oven and the timer set, I decided it was time to clean up. As soon as my hands entered the water, Kelley's hands covered my face. Though, her hands happened to be covered in flour. "Oh you little shit." I spun around, bubbles in hand, smearing them over her face. Kelley squealed, trying to run away, but my arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into me before she could. I rubbed my face against hers transferring some of the flour. 

Kelley turned around in my arms, giggling her ass off, "You look ridiculous."

"Love, you don't look much better."

"We could make it worse." Kelley suggested with a smirk, letting me push her against the counter, lips connecting. Kelley ended up on the counter, me standing between her legs as we lazily made out. Since I got back we had definitely been making up for all the lost time. Pretty much every spare minute was spent either cuddling or kissing in someway. When the timer went off, I pulled away quickly, there was no way I was letting these pies burn. Kelley tried to pull me back in with a whine, but I gently pushed her away, "Nope. Get off, I can't burn the pies."

"Rude."

"You love it."

Later that night after the pies were baked and everything was cleaned up, Kelley and I were relaxing in the bath, her back against my front as I ran my fingers up her arms. Kelley had reassured me multiple times that my pies were pretty much perfect and that her family would love them. I only just believed her, but was trying to push my anxiety away. 

"So what exactly is thanksgiving? I know you eat a bunch of food with family."

"It's pretty much that. Thanksgiving is a time where you spend time with family, eat good food and be thankful to the things you have in your life. That's the short version anyway and all you really need to know."

"I'm thankful for you everyday Kel."

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My leg had been non-stop bouncing since we left the house. I had met her teammates a few times, but this was different. This was the first time I had ever met any of my partners parents and ultimately Kelley's parents were the most important. Kelley was the only person I had ever imagined spending the rest of my life with, or actually wanted to spend my life with. For that reason I needed Kelley's parents to like me. I knew she loved me, but she also valued her family's opinions over pretty much anything. 

A hand on my knee stopped the bouncing and the lingering kiss momentarily settled the nerves.  "Baby, it'll be okay. Just be yourself and my parents will love you because I love you. Stop thinking too much into it and try to enjoy yourself. When you're ready we can go in okay?"

There was no point in pushing it out any longer so I took a few deep breaths and got out of the car before I freaked myself out more. Kelley laced her fingers with mine, squeezing gently as she knocked on the door. Who I assumed was her mum answered the door, pulling Kelley into a hug before inviting us inside where her dad was waiting.

"Mum, dad this is Y/n. Y/n my mum Karen and my dad Dan."

I held my hand out for her dad who took it with a slightly harder than normal grip, "It's nice to meet you sir." Before moving to kiss her mums cheek, "You look lovely ma'am, it's lovely to meet you."

Karen waved me off, pulling me into a hug instead, "You make us feel old with that sir and ma'am stuff darling, you can call us Karen and Dan."

"I made you some pies."

"Oh yes, Kelley told us you did. Thank you, they look wonderful."

I found myself alone with Dan as Kelley and her mum were doing something in the kitchen. Honestly, it was not a position I wanted to be in especially after only just meeting her parents. The anxiousness was bubbling up again, but I did my best to use my training and hide it. Being anxious in front of Kelley was one thing, being anxious in front of her parents was not ideal. 

Dan sat across from me on the couch, stern look upon his face. I shifted so I was sitting up straighter, legs crossed. "So Y/n, Kelley hasn't told us much about you. What do you do?"

"Um nothing at the moment," I admitted, quickly realising by the look on her dads face that it probably wasn't the right thing to say. I quickly spoke up again, "I was a medic in the army, my contract just ended and I chose not to reenlist. After 16 years, the majority of that away, I decided to take some time to just spend with Kelley and my family. I've started job hunting now."

"I could have guessed that one by the way you greeted us. You'll fit right in, I'm ex-navy and Kelley's brother is currently in the Navy. Are you going to do something healthcare related?"

"She did mention that. When I was younger I wanted to do something healthcare related weather it was a nurse or a doctor, but I joined the Army at 18 instead. There were some things that I experienced that definitely changed my desire to pursue it. I'm currently interviewing for security positions and looking into starting my own company a bit down the road. My dad used to have his own security company and I quite enjoyed hanging around and learning from him when I was a teenager."

He nodded along in understanding before his stoic, stern look reappeared, "How long have you been dating my daughter? What are your intentions with her?"

How long we had been together was a bit complicated. We had been talking to each other and seeing each other when I was on leave for about 2 years before we started officially dating. We were practically a couple during that time, just without the commitment. I didn't want Kelley to have to wait for me every time I went away and couldn't give her what she needed. My past relationship had ended with my ex cheating on me because of that so I didn't want to go through that again.

Kelley later revealed that she had never so much as looked at another person in that time and she had always considered us together. Then she had forced my fears out of me and convinced me to take a chance on her. It was the best decision I had ever made. I wasn't exactly sure what to say, I didn't know what Kelley had told them. Knowing Kelley though she probably included out non-committed dating. "Four years. My intentions are simple, I just want to love and support her for as long as she'll let me. I want to continue to make her laugh over stupid stuff, cheer the loudest at all her games and anything else she chooses to do. I hope to-"

"Dad stop interrogating her," Kelley spoke up, sitting on the arm of the couch, arm wrapping around my shoulders. 

"It's okay love. I can handle it."

Thankfully the interrogation stopped, instead moving into easier questions about my life and relationship with Kelley. The longer we talked the more relaxed I started to feel. They didn't seem to hate me which was a plus. The only thing left was to meet her siblings, which was still causing anxiety, but Kelley was either playing with the baby hairs on the back of my neck or with my fingers. It was enough to keep me in the moment, it always was. I slipped out to use the bathroom only to find my way into the kitchen where Kelley's mum was working on dinner. 

"Do you need any help Karen? I've never made most of this stuff so I can chop stuff up or something if you like."

"You can peel and cut those potatoes then slice the brussels sprouts in half if you like."

"Sure. What sort of food are you making?"

Karen started moving around the kitchen showing me all the different food she was making. There were a few things I had never tried like green bean casserole and stuffing. There was also a few things that I didn't like, one of them being the main component which was turkey. I would eat it anyway out of respect for Karen. Afterall, she was spending hours preparing food for us. After cutting up anything needed, I decided to stay and watch how things were made. There may come a day where Kelley and I hosted thanksgiving so I wanted some idea of what to do. Karen didn't seem to mind as she happily talked through what she was doing, giving me instructions to stir something or hand her things. 

"Mum, have you seen Y- nevermind she's there. What are you two up to?"

My arm wrapped around Kelley's shoulder, lips meeting her temple, "Your mums teaching me things."

"She's a pretty good assistant this one. I don't want to overstep, but I've been meaning to ask why you're not with your family for thanksgiving?"

"No, no not at all. We don't actually celebrate it. We moved here when I was younger and never picked it up, but it's important to Kelley so I'm trying to learn about it."

Kelley smiled up at me, squeezing my hand that still hung over her shoulder, "Erin and Jerry are here. Mum, can I steal your assistant away?"

Karen shooed us out of the room, but I pulled us to a stop just outside, out of the view of anyone. The nerves had hit me once again. Her parents seemed to like me or at least not hate me, now I had to make a good impression on her siblings. It was a lot of pressure because I knew how much Kelley's family meant to her. Kelley looked at me for a second before pulling me in for a tight hug, fingers running through my hair. "You're okay, this will be okay. I'll be right by your side. We can go when you're ready."

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I found myself cuddled up under a blanket with Kelley outside as she caught up with her siblings. After the initial nervousness of meeting them, we had gotten to talking pretty much instantly. They had asked the same sort of questions as Kelley's parents, just less intense. Thankfully, they seemed to not hate me as well. 

They were doing most of the talking, while I just listened and fiddled with Kelley's fingers. Seeing how happy Kelley was with her family, made me happier than I could express. Her smile was one of my favourite things about her and even after four years, her laugh still made the butterflies in my stomach erupt. 

Just before my mind drifted back to marrying Kelley, her sister spoke up. "About time our girl brought someone home to meet us."

"What's wrong with her?" 

I wasn't sure what to make of that, if it was an insult or not so I kept quiet for now. Kelley on the other hand, didn't. "Jerry! What the hell?"

He put his hands up in surrender, "Sorry, I didn't mean that seriously, it's just you hid her from us for four years, there's got to be something wrong, extra toe? Hidden tail?"

"You're a dork. No, Y/n doesn't have an extra toe or a tail. Maybe don't tell mum and dad this, but things were a bit complicated to start with, I mean we were good, just complicated. Then she was gone on and off for the past two years and things just didn't line up."

"You did long distance?"

Kelley squeezed my hand, cuddling further into me. This time I decided to answer. "We did. I was deployed more than I would have liked, but we made it work."

"Now she's back and she's not allowed to leave me again."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

---

When Kelley was distracted with her siblings, I approached both her mum and dad, "Hey, can I talk to you guys in private for a minute please?"

They lead me to the outside seating area, sitting down across from me as I took a breath to calm me down. "Dan, you asked me earlier what my intentions were with Kelley and I never got to fully answer because she came in. Now I'm not asking permission because I'm not sure she would want that and ultimately it is Kelley's decision. In saying that I did want to let you know that I am planning on proposing to her. Kelley's it for me, there's no one else in this world that I want to spend my life with."

They looked at me for a few seconds before Karen smiled, standing up to hug me, "Good. She loves you so much Y/n. I've never seen my daughter look at anyone like she does you. She's happy, keep her that way and we won't have a problem."

Dan approached me, same stoic look from earlier before holding his hand out to shake, "We appreciate you letting us know. You continue to treat my daughter how she deserves and we'll welcome you to the family with open arms. Do you have a plan?"

"The only thing I want is for her to be happy. I don't have a plan yet, I've had the ring for a while, had it on me constantly since a week or so after I got back. I'm just waiting for the right time I guess. She deserves the best."

Karen smiled, "Maybe you'll find the right time while you guys are here, surrounded by family."

"You'd be okay with that? Me hijacking thanksgiving to propose to Kelley."

"Of course we would. It's a special moment in her life and we want to be apart of that if you want us to be."

"I thinks that's perfect. Do you do that thing where you go around saying what you're thankful for?"

"Not everyone does, but we do."

"Then I have an idea. We should get back though because I can see her looking at us through the window."

Kelley wrapped her arm around my waist to cuddle into my side. If you ever lost Kelley, she would likely be cuddled against me in someway. Every chance she got, she was attached to me. While I used to hate touch, I loved hers. "What were you guys up to? Were they interrogating you again?"

"Your parents were showing me around and we were talking. I wouldn't call it an interrogation so don't worry."

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We sat around the dinner table filled with food and my nerves were starting to skyrocket again. It was a different type of nerves though, they were more a mixture of excitement, fear and anticipation compared to the anxiety and fear I felt earlier. I was about to ask Kelley to marry me. It was never my intention to do it the first time I was meeting her parents, but they had suggested it. I knew Kelley would love them being there.  Everyone went around saying what they were thankful for before Karen turned to me with a knowing look.

"Y/n, your turn."

My fingers laced with Kelley's which rest on my knee to stop the bouncing, "I'm thankful for a lot in my life, but I'm most thankful for the women who makes me complete. I'm thankful you stayed by my side over the years, even though I know it hasn't been easy. I'm thankful for all the times you make me laugh, the times you've wiped my tears and held me close. There's no one I'm more thankful for than you Kelley. I'm thankful that I get to love you and be loved by you. I love you Kelley, more than I ever thought possible. I will be forever thankful if you would say yes to this question," I stood up, dropping down to one knee and presenting the ring as tears shone in her eyes, "Kelley O'Hara, will you marry me?"

Kelley laughed, pulling me into a tight hug, "Yes, yes of course I will marry you."

"Did you guys know about this?"

Karen smiled, hugging Kelley, "She may have told us earlier. Welcome to the family Y/n."

[sweetheartmotives]

《☆Yandere Otter Hybrid☆》

Desc and possible Tw: Yandere themes, Sexual themes, mentions of biting, and maybe captured?

Let me know if I missed any!

Whenever there's a new animal species found, you're the first to know. Your team has brought you a newfound species, It's suspected to be a part of the otter family since It has the characteristics of an otter. For example, it's ears and tail. The only weird thing is.. it has a human body.

Anyhow, you've been assigned to study it. At first, the otter being was aggressive and most likely stressed from the sudden change of environment. You've taken the necessary steps to make it comfortable. For example; giving it toys, blankets, treats, etc. It seems the otter being has grown to like you.. a little too much.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... got very aggressive and scared when you first bring them into the lab.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... would snap at you any chance they get.

Growling and hissing while trying to bite you

••Yandere Otter Hybrid who... at first didn't accept your gifts. They would push away blankets, treats, toys, etc. You aren't winning yet! They aren't giving up!

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... slowly but surely got used to you, After 6 months of constant growling, of course.

Maybe you're not as bad as I thought..? Yan Otter hybrid thinks to themself

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... would bring you their toys as a gift.

Take... Offers you one of their toys

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... makes loud squeaks and cries whenever you're not by them!

Loud squeaking

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... falls for you. They love your smell and looks.. You are so so perfect to them..

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... enjoys holding hands, snuggling, playing, and nesting with you. All things otters do to show affection!

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... over time, they started to embrace you while rubbing themself all over you.

Maybe if I court them, they'll be my mate? Sigh It's worth a shot.. Otter Hybrid mutters to themself

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... eventually goes into heat. They became more talkative, now discussing with the other researchers about finding a mate! You specifically

I need a mate! Yes.. if I don't have one, I'll die. Yan Otter Hybrid is obviously lying but the other researchers don't know that.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... eventually gets what they want. You in their exhibit, all dolled up for them!

You're literally just naked 💀

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... makes sure the windows, cameras, etc. are turned off or covered by something to protect your guy's privacy! Mating is a sacred thing that two or more lovers share, and it should be treated that way!

You're my mate.. my pretty pretty mate.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... forces you into mating press. They're literally trying to mate with you.

You'll make a great parent to our babies, my pretty mate.. Otter Hybrid says while touching the bulge on ur tummy <3

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... goes all night with you. Filling you to the brim with every ounce of love They have for you! No breaks :p

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... has special sperm that can get any Gender/sex pregnant. Boy, girl, or other will get pregnant by it.

•• Yandere Otter Hybrid who... in the end, will make a great partner and parent to your guy's babies!

We'll be together, forever ♡

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Hope you enjoy reading, as I enjoyed writing!! 《*≧∀≦》

(Also credit to @suiana ! this idea came to be from their Yandere Naga fic I read a while ago! :3)

[bexktaegeun]

Hello Hello

hello, introducing my bby! kwon taegeun! it was split between him and another muse! hopefully i can bring her later! now onto my baby! below i'll have his about linked and under the link! i'll have some basic info about him AND some lose plot ideas! if you see something you like or you think he'll fit or if you just wanna plot! let me know! 

also quick edit! open for water bomb event plotting!

ABOUT 

was born on august 18th 2005 in daegu

his fathers second child from his girlfriend who dumped tae with him

he finally settled down in his 3rd major relationship and second (rich) wife

he was cared for growing up and spent a lot of time with his grandparents on his dads side 

grew up with his step-mom as his mom and her family were nice-ish but it was clear that tae was seen as separate 

but still, he grew up with money so like...that's good right? 

a lot of missed in events in his life but it was made up with toys and money, he was well fed, sure his parents didn't care when he wanted to go off and become a trainee but they never forgot a birthday

he tried to bring it up once and was guilted in silence so he never brought it up again

as soon as he found out about taeha, he started to look for her

it was what pushed him to come to seoul, along with wanting to become a trainee

he's sad boy, he feels lonely at and fills the void with friends or parties or just being around people 

he downplays his parents treatment

actually, would downplay anyone's treatment of him because he's convinced himself he's lucky

is lying to taeha about how much contact he has with their dad and that he's funded by his dad, she thinks its all coming from the grandparents 

does love attention when he gets it

wants to be beloved by everyone and anyone, just to fill the void a little 

maybe, if he becomes super beloved his parents would notice him more

maybe his birth mom would seek him out? 

loves his older sister and loves having an older siblings

kinda buys his friends, he does want them but he doesn't want them to leave so he spends money 

easily taken advantage of and will excuse mistakes

in his last year at school

is taking dance/vocal/rap lessons, likes to run the streets to hang out, is on a dance crew and has gotten into working on music

pours all of himself into that because he wants it back 

when he's not dancing....he...has a random interest in wood-working? well, when your a kid who has money..skys the limit

also as much more normal interest: mysteries, food (baking but doesn't mind cooking), coffee black, enjoys sour candy and foods, he wouldn't call himself a gamer but he does play harvest moon and cooking momma

loves over the top dramas 

biromantic king! 

PLOTS / CONNECTIONS 

 i haven't said which high school...so some high school friends or friend?

you have a super expensive meal out and he totes cover the bill when you can find your wallet

rivals? street cats? both of you are dancers and often compete and try to out best each other like fighting cats 

use him! i mean it! if your muse is hard on money, he's an easy target because he'll give within reason and gift even more 

he has one or two npc friends that def just use him for things and he makes excuses and your a new friend OR old friend and your like wtf? they don't care about you but he just wants to be wanted

a past summer romance...like last summer with a female muse but she broke it off when school started, it wasn't anything serious but tae has been crushed. sure, he's getting over feelings for another and SURE you both agreed it was just some summer time fun to appear at parties together or just have something for the gram but it's kinda weird when ya'll share a friend group but tae pretends like you aren't there. (to mention, nothing really would've happened it was like one month romance of cute dates, maybe some kisses and a lot of posting each other or hanging out together. maybe it was time for you muse to buckle down on school) 

dance/vocal/rap/producer muses if you have plots or crews he could join

he's taking spanish and english lessons (fucking random but he meets people) 

also has picked up the guitar and drums if you wanna do something around that!

uh, he has a small website in which he sells some of his crafts, so maybe for that! it's wood works, paintings, carvings and etc! 

any muses who have part-times jobs and have places that would be hiring! his grandparents are legit concerned about how he views money and has told him to get a job, so he will

With that! I thank everyone for the welcomes! If you see something you like, message me or if you think he could fill your plot! Just like this and I'll come to you!

[grimmylover7]

Tag: 5 Songs: 3 Outfits

The lovely @skoll-sun-eater tagged me in this and it was way more difficult than I expected it to be!!??!

I'm not even sure who to tag so i'm just gonna throw some random @'s all over the place and if you see yourself pop up, and you've already done it, just tag me on that post. I'm an idiot XD

@duskvivie @thehautecouturewhore @capriskunk @imgnnafurgf

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC(s), followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

First up:

Eden "Rook" Davis:

"Can't Tame Her" by Zara Larsson

"And you can't tie her down When the night comes around Said she gonna party all night (all night) And you can't change her Can't blame her, can't tame her Can't tame her magic energy She's so magnetic, pulls you in every time (every time)"

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Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token

"My, my, those eyes like fire I'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre Come now, bite through these wires I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire

I will travel far beyond the path of reason Take me back to Eden"

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Cherry Wine by Hozier

"Her fight and fury is fiery Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing

And it's worth it, it's divine I have this some of the time"

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FREAK by Demi Lovato

"Pinch me, singe me, inch me to the edge Prod me, laud me, ungodly but heaven sent

Get your tickets to the freak show, baby Step right up to watch the freak go crazy

I am what I am and what I am is a piece of meat Take a bite just to watch me bleed, freak"

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Wasteland by Seether

"I remember the way you left me broken Don't shed a tear for me Nobody seems to be willing to save me from purgatory Nobody seems to be able to shed the treadwheel"

Outfit ideas/Inspiration (Not mine btw, all found on pinterest)

She prefers to cover up because of the scarring. Tight fit clothes if possible. Head to toe. Maybe bare arms but even that's pushing it. She likes rough material too, something to scratch at her skin to bring sensation back in places were nerve damage left her numb.

ALRIGHT NOW:

Victor Cain:

Just Pretend by Bad Omens

"I'm not afraid of the war you've come to wage against my sins I'm not okay, but I can try my best to just pretend

I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you I know the pain that you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day goes by where I don't think I feel the same"

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The Summoning by Sleep Token

"Oh, and my love Did I mistake you for a sign from God? Or are you really here to cut me off? Or maybe just to turn me on 'Cause these days I would be lying if I told you that I didn't wish that I could be your man"

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Just A Cloud Away by Pharrell Williams

"So What? You've blown a fuse? Well that happens to us all. Well, I come with great news. The day could change, change, change, change. We've all, of course, been there before Been there, crying, fighting, the dark. Let good energy be your strong - Wont get away-way-way-way This rainy day is temporary."

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Lighthouse Keeper by Sam Smith

"Yeah, I see you looking, Looking for a sign Praying for a beacon, So here's the light My arms will be wide open For the moment you arrive, arrive When you set sail on your journey And happiness is far away Love will guide you 'til the morning Lead your heart down to the bay Don't resist the rain and storm I'll never leave you lost at sea"

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How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty

"I'm waking up at the start of the end of the world, But its feeling just like every other morning before, Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,

Well I, believe, it all, is coming to an end Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend, Let's see how far we've come"

Outfit Ideas/Inspiration:

Victor is a layers kind of dude unless he's in gear. Then it's bulky enough for his tastes as is. He likes feeling weighted down. Definitely owns a weighted blanket somewhere lol

So yeah, here my Deputies, I hope this is informative to my precious babies in Chokehold because they are both dweebs and in need of loves <3 Thank @skoll-sun-eater for the tag!!!!

[msookyspooky]

Terrible Trilogy

Part 25 pt 2

wordcount: 7,563

    Billy was the first to make a move. "...You know what? Screw this. I can't listen to this shit anymore. If I stay here any longer, I'm going to kill both of you and possibly myself at this point." He marched out the best he could, clearly forcing his leg to walk normally to save his already wounded ego. You watched him walk out, down the hall towards the back door before you heard it slam shut.

You stood there, lost for words because…In a way; maybe there was some truth to it all? You reasoned you just didn't want anyone dying unless you had to…But after this…Even you knew you could have gotten at least one head shot in when Stu peaked around the corner earlier to talk you down from shooting them.

Stu released a long exhale from his nose as he stared at you. You both stood there in silence before he spoke up. "You know…I understand why you never want to see me again. I fucked up. You just started trusting me and I scared you. I mean, yeah, it sucks you told that Detective everything. I mean, it's really screwed up man, especially considering what you did years ago but…" He sighed and ran a hand over his neck. "I don't know. I'm pissed but I'm just as pissed off at myself as I am you…I just know that I'm not the only one that feels like this and I'm sick of hearing you don't. I can't be the only one that gives a shit because you spared my life and freedom as much as I spared yours. I need you. Okay, I need you more than you need me apparently. Got it. But I think you secretly at least want to tolerate me too." He offered a slight hopeful smirk that wavered when he saw you wouldn't spare him a glance.

You didn't answer, rolling your tongue inside your cheek and looking away. Stu continued. "I…I'm…Oh shit. God, man, I'm sorry!" He exclaimed while thrusting out his arms before letting them fall to his sides. "You want me to say two words despite my pride? I will. I'm sorry for telling you I was trying to kill Randy. We all were thinking about it! Was I supposed to not name him as a suspect when everything at the time pointed directly to him?" 

You stayed silent and it seemed to eat at him as he sighed dramatically and uttered." Okay fine…Maybe I am a little… Threatened….  Peeved that you have the relationship you do with him. Do you have any idea what it's like to give your best to someone and they still pick someone that just exists over you? I know what I did and what I am but come on. Haven't I proven I changed? Is one slip up enough to cut me off forever?…And he felt like the obvious killer at the time…What more can I do?" 

You slowly looked back at him as he frowned. "Please…YN…I lost it. You want to know what changed? Why can't I kill you no matter how much I should? The threat of you actually being dead changed that. I'm not speaking for happy boy out there but when I saw you lying there, some guy with a gun over your dead body, heard you scream as he shot you…God baby, I thought you died." He visibly looked in pain. Brows up, mouth stretched back and eyes focused on you. His voice softened. "I thought the one girl I love was dead. I never want to feel like that again. I can't. I'll get caught because I'll lose my fucking mind…So I don't know about Billy but you have my word; no matter what I'm never going to make you a target again. I won't. And I'll kill Billy before he ever hurts you. No one's laying a finger on you." 

"...Yeah, but what about my family? Or my friends? Not to mention, can you honestly say you'll never lose your temper and almost kill me ever again? What if Billy wasn't there, would you have stopped yourself? Can you really give your word you won't hurt someone I care about as revenge for something I said or did? Because I don't think you can…Stu, you betrayed whatever trust I was starting to have for you." 

You stared at him, eyes flicking over his face to see if he was being genuine or not as you spoke. He went to step towards you and you instinctively took a step back. He paused mid step before staying in place. He frowned deeply before muttering in a heavy voice. "If you never want to see me again…I guess I'll leave. What more can I freaking do? It'll be like I never existed. Is that what you want?" He demanded. 

You thought long and hard before slightly nodding your head to yourself. "...I think that's for the best."

 

Stu's eyes widened in surprise before he crumbled. His blue eyes seemed brighter as he rolled his lips and looked down with his own nod, hand on his hip as he said. "Okay…Um…Okay. Got it. " He looked up at your ceiling blinking as you bit your lip before speaking. 

You unconsciously held yourself for comfort. Damning yourself for feeling bad. "...Do you think Ghostface will be back? That someone else will put on that mask and try to do what you and Billy did?" 

Stu didn't look at you, voice flat and heavy as he shrugged. "Probably…I don't know." 

You damn yourself but his words repeated in your head mingled with your own thoughts…It would never stop. You three were entangled whether you liked it or not. You and Randy would have never talked after High School had it not been for the Woodsboro murders; Hell, if it wasn't for Mrs. Loomis, you might not have ever spoken again after you moved away and he blamed you for Sidney's death. If it wasn't for Ghostface, Dewey and Gale both may not have been in your life either for the good or bad. Why would Billy and Stu be any different? Actually,  they were more entangled with you with the huge secret than even Randy or Dewey were as other survivors. It didn't mean you needed to like them or hang out with them or be near them…But you didn't need something like this happening again either. 

"Okay. This is what we're doing." You monotoned as you walked over to a notebook and pen on your side table. You sniffed and wiped your eyes before writing down a phone number."I don't want you on my property or hanging out with me ever again. I'm serious. I may only kill you if you give me no choice but bombarding my home unannounced like you did tonight might be that choice." You tore off the page and walked over to him as he looked perplexed. "So, I'm giving you this number just in case of Ghostface happening again. You list me as a different name or memorize this number. Nothing to lead back to me in anyway. That's the deal. And if Ghostface calls in that voice? You'll be my prime suspect because hardly no one has this number." 

Stu scoffed. "Oh, of course me not-" 

"Randy or Dewey?...I hate to ever admit I agree with anything from you but you're right. After Neil, the killer could be anyone. You just have more suspicion your way for obvious reasons." 

"So…No talking or texting? Not even to just make sure we're okay or something?" He asked, frowning as he took the paper and already knew the answer.

You gave him a sad, tight lipped smile as you remembered what you told him when he left your house to go back to his motel before this all happened …But time changes things; especially after what you had been through. "No, I think that will open a door and we'll be back to where we started. This is what I want, Stu." 

He stared down at you and you were surprised to see the raw emotion in his eyes. You stared up at him as he shook his head with tears springing up. "YN, please…You're all I have. I'm not asking to come over or hang out but I can't call you ever again? I can't talk to you ever?" 

You gave a slight huff seeing he definitely wasn't serious about 'leaving you alone forever.' You sucked in a deep breath and shook your head. "No, Stu." 

His lips rolled together as he frowned. It soon turned to a scowl and you instinctively felt nervous as he moved. Shoving past you before he walked over and grabbed the notebook and pen on the table. Right near your gun in its lockbox.

"Stu, what are you doing?-" 

"Giving my number." He furiously wrote it before smacking the pen down on the table. "You know, just in case you change your mind. Incase Dewey is so up Gale's narrow little ass he doesn't think you exist or Randy gets a girl as dorky as he is and suddenly she tells him he can't hang out with you anymore because you're too close." He stood back up to his full height. Eyes glossy as he held a defiant glare.

"They wouldn't…" You didn't finish your sentence as even you knew either one; with Randy so obsessed with the 'geek getting a girl' narrative and Dewey so whipped for Gale was a possibility… Or God forbid if they found out the truth. You swallowed as Stu huffed with a humorless smirk. You both stayed in place, his glare barring down on you before he spoke.

 "I'll give you what you want, YN. I'll leave you alone but just know the day you wake up and realize I'm here, it's me, it's always been me…Here's my digits." He started walking away. " If I change my number; I'll call you and only for that." 

You stopped him. "Wait…I'm gonna go unlock the garage…I want to make sure you both leave." You went to a coat closet and got out an old trench coat to put on to keep yourself warm and dry enough. You paused before getting your gun back out of its lockbox just in case and heading out into the pouring rain before hesitating. You turned to him at the door. "Hey…Before I get the door unlocked; If you want to say bye to Cherri; she's in my room. Want to see her?" 

He nodded as you went to go check on your dog with him following. It had been at least 10 to 15 minutes of her barking and worried about you.

The second you opened the door; she barreled past you to snap her teeth at Stu who nearly jumped against the wall. She barked viciously at him before you yelled at her to heel. She kept barking and trying to pin him to the wall until you snapped at her a second time to back down. She did, eyeing Stu with her neck raised as you saw the inside of your door destroyed and a bit of blood on the wood.

Stu breathed heavily, his frame against the wall as he eyed your dog. 

"Oh Cherri…Let me see." You went to her, bending down to lift her paws and see she had a tiny cut on her front foot from digging at the splintering wood. "Oh, poor baby. You hurt your paw." 

"Yeah, poor baby." He muttered sarcastically as she watched him.

You sighed and petted her head. "I'll have to check it when you guys leave." 

"I-I can help." Stu gave, catching his breath and eyeing Cherri. Swallowing hard and easing away from your wall.

"There's not much to do but clean it. She probably won't allow a bandage…And she doesn't trust you." 

You saw him falter at that before relaxing. "It-It's alright." He took a swallow before easing the tension in his body and getting away from the wall completely. "My dog once had a huge gash on the pad we had to doctor up. Her's isn't nearly as bad so…I can help. I'll just have to gain her trust again." 

He stared at you while he said that as you looked away. You hesitated, not fully trusting him with your dog aka the only one you had out here by your lonesome self…But you nodded as he reached his hand out to her.

She hesitated, sniffing the back of his hand from a distance. Dark eyes never leaving him to see if he was a threat or not but he warily reached out to gently pet her head and she allowed it. You saw Stu smile down at her with a relief of air blowing past his lips as he bent down to pet her face to face. "You're alright, doggie. Just a lil cut is all. I get those every weekend. At least yours doesn't need stitches or antibiotics…My immune systems pretty fucked by now. Then again, maybe those Flintstone gummies our Mom's demanded we eat made our systems freaking nuclear or something?" 

He chuckled to himself as he ruffled her fur near her neck before giving you a hopeful look. His blue eyes still glossy from earlier as you felt an uncomfortable feeling want to creep up. Stu was charming, beyond charming. It was easy for him to sucker you in and you forced yourself to remember the feral look in his eyes as he held a gun up to your face the week before.

Just like that, the allure was gone as you turned to go to the bathroom. You grabbed some neosporin, a gauze and a bandage and came back to Stu still crouched down with her. 

"I highly doubt she won't chew this off but we'll try it…" 

Stu took the supplies from you and motioned to outside. "Do us both a favor. Go tell asshole we're busy before he throws a babyfit. You can just stand on the porch and yell at him if you want to." 

"Are you sure? She might bite you, Stu. I'm serious. Just pet her till I get back, okay?" 

He smiled sadly at her. "Fine, but even if she did, it'll be a souvenir if she does…Might never see her again." 

You wanted to scold him or point out a guilt trip would get him nowhere but you relented. You honestly just shook your head and readjusted your loaded gun on purpose in front of him. "Okay, wish me luck…Both of you be nice." 

Stu barely rolled his eyes and you went to pet Cherri and tell her it was okay as you saw her relax more. You watched a moment to see her licking his face as he chuckled. You felt your chest ache because for whatever reason; Cherri did like Stu. She loved everybody but Stu babied her like no one else. However, even if she was a good judge of character in the moment, she was a dog. She was blissfully unaware of who and what Stu was; An unhinged murderer. 

You forced yourself to walk out onto your back porch, slipping on an easy pair of shoes to go out in. Eyebrows scrunched in confusion when you didn't see Billy just right on the porch smoking a cigarette like you expected of him. An uneasiness rose up from your stomach as you put a hand on your gun in its holster in the pocket of your coat. Definitely not ideal but you didn't have the time to go get your belt. At least it was in its holster.

You eased around the side of your wrap around porch. Rain pouring down but lightning only seen in the distance. You eased your head out, fingers on your guns handle but looked confused when you didn't see him. You instinctively jerked around, hand still on your gun. You expected him to be behind you but…He wasn't. He wasn't on the porch. 

You put your gun in your hand, cautious of WHY he wasn't on the porch. Did he leave? Was he in the house still bullshitting you so he could attack you? Was he planning something? 

You creeped to your front porch; eyes scanning as your knees bent to run or dodge anything he had for you…He wasn't around front either. You saw something in your yard in the pouring rain. Your eyes widened as you saw him. Pacing the yard with his hair and clothes more soaked then they already were. Hands running over his head as he talked to himself. You could see from here the distraught look on his face…You almost called out to him that you were going back in but something stopped you. You watched him for a moment as you gently put your gun back in your coat pocket. It was a far cry from the sarcastic, intimidating, controlling Billy you had gotten used to. An even farther cry from the responsible, quiet but sweet Billy he portrayed himself as at Woodsboro…But the more you thought of it; this Billy pacing your yard was the closest thing to your friend you remembered. Especially on the off hand occasion when you did catch him off guard and he complained about his Dad or Sidney or ALMOST his Mom on one occasion before promptly telling you to change the subject.

'If only you knew the demons in his head he dealt with were really just him.' You bitterly thought, wanting to just turn around and leave him out there. But then you saw him slump against a nearby tree. Releasing a small yell as he smacked the trunk and stared up at your utility light. You saw his brows turned up and his teeth clenched as he was lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts you knew had to do with you and not killing you. 

You stared for a long moment; considering your options before deciding to just confront this. You wish you had an umbrella but all things considered; being drenched in rain water at your own house was the least of your worries. You had your own questions and you were getting answers before Billy ran off and god knows if you'd ever see him again; Ghostface threat that wasn't him or not. You descended down the stairs of your porch and had your hand in your pocket with your fingertips resting on your gun. 

He whipped around, his own hand going towards his pocket as well as he stared at you through the rain. You were a mere 10 feet from him…You could just whip out your gun and shoot him. Maybe Stu would have an issue or maybe he'd be relieved? Either way, Billy could be an example of what will happen to him too…It would be so easy to shoot him and even if you miss; hunt him down like he did Sidney and everyone else that night. Let him feel helpless like he made you feel.

You rolled your lips and got closer as he warily eyed you. He knew he was at a disadvantage with your gun in your pocket. He may have been dumb with details but he was observant enough to know what you had. Here he was, out in the open, with only a knife. On your property you knew like the back of your hand. You could just shoot him in the face and bury him in your backyard and not a soul would know nor care but Stu if you didn't kill him too. Unless digging happened, no one would know and your secret could be protected forever.

But the closer you got, you saw the redness near his irises. No matter the poker face he he gave you or how the rain soaked his face; you saw it clearly. Only seeing him like this the time you caught him by himself and he refused to tell you anything. Just shoved past you and acted like nothing happened the following day.

"What?" He snapped in a sharp tone.

You were momentarily caught off guard, the rain making you shiver slightly as you spoke." Uh…I came out here to tell you me and Stu are taking care of Cherri-" 

"Who?" He demanded with a scrunched face.

"My dog!" You yelled over the rain. "We'll be 5 minutes max and then I'll get the garage door." You eyed him. "...I can let you into the garage now if you want!" Stu had the keys after all so unless he hotwired it, it should be fine.

"I'm fine." He growled out in a haughty tone.

You shook your head, hand still in your pocket over your gun in case. "We'll, you can come back in to get out of the rain-" 

"I said, I'M FINE." He glared at you as he said it. "Now, go away. I'm done with you and every fucked up thing you drag into my life." 

You started turning around half way before whipping back around. You had the upper hand here, you were the one with the gun, you were in the open under a bright utility light cascading everything in an orange-yellow warm hue. You glared back at him and got closer.

 "Billy…Why can't you just stop being an asshole for once?" 

He cracked a sarcastic, angry smile. "Oh? Am I being an asshole, Princess? Considering you're in one piece; I'd say I'm being a pretty nice guy." 

You stared at him before shaking your head. Water dripping down your face, getting chilled and tired of his attitude towards you. "Whatever. Stay out here in the pouring rain pissed off at the world then!" 

"I will. Most of all, at YOU." He remarked, glaring at you. 

"Cool!" You gave with your own smart ass smirk his way and an A-okay hand gesture. "Have a nice fucking life." 

You went to leave when he yelled at you. "Hey!" You turned to see him push against the tree to walk towards you. His hair slicked back with how wet it was. "I don't know what you think this is with me sparing your life but it's only to save my own ass from getting caught, alright?! So save your chummy bullshit for that simp in there." 

"Sure. Whatever." You mumbled, going to turn around when he jerked you back towards him and you instantly gripped your gun, almost pulling it on him before he stared at it halfway out of your pocket then you. He raised his hand up in defense ever so slightly.

"...You gonna use that thing or just keep it as an accessory?" 

"Same goes for you and that knife." You jabbed back.

"How about you remember who I am! I could kill you-" 

You threw up your free hand. "I'm stopping you right there. I already heard this inside; I don't need to hear this again... God, at least Stu can be honest." 

"Oh, and what's Stu Macher so honest about?" He mocked.

"He told me, Billy. He told me how he felt seeing me dead on the ground. I almost died and he was honest with me that that was what made him realize he gave a shit…But believe me, I'm well aware whatever you cared about years ago is ancient history. I was never a friend, I didn't know the real you, you had a minor crush and I was just a potential sexdoll for you to fool around with and leave had your plan went correctly. You don't have to give me a long rant as to why you don't care. I already know." 

"Hey, who the fuck do you think you are to tell me how I feel or think?! Don't speak for me, ever!" 

"So, what is it then?! Why suddenly is your knife not at my throat for every minor inconvenience? Why could you choke me last week but you grabbed my shirt instead tonight? That's all I'm asking before you go! We both know you keep dodging whatever reason it really is and I want to know." You gave him an even stare. "I'm smarter than that, Billy. We both know the media finding out and the risk of getting caught is only half of it. So, what's the other half?" 

He scowled at you, his eyes burning a hole into you as the rain poured. "...I don't-"

He cut himself off as you stared back before he backed away, a slight panic in his eyes once more that you saw inside. His jaw tightened before he spat out. "I told you; it's not the right time so just drop it and head back inside before you get some fucking illness or something and die before I can kill you…Go!" He pointed to the house.

You stayed planted. "You aren't telling me what to do at my own house, Billy. You're not always in control whether you like it or not." He made a move and in turn you showed him half of your gun from your pocket just for him to walk towards you anyways. You went to raise it before he forced your arm down and stared back at you.

You glared at him, ready to kick him and shoot him if you had to…But nothing about his movements were threatening. He stared at you, seeming to want to say something. An open expression on his face rather than a glare.

You stared back at him and whispered. "You can't even control when I die. Why does my death have to be from you and only you? Answer that one for me. Isn't dead just dead? Weren't you happy to see me dead on the ground?" 

He stared back, brows furrowed as he leaned in to whisper back. His dark eyes watching you intently,  going back and forth in thought before said what was so heavily on his mind. "No…Because…I decided if I couldn't have you alive before you did what you did then I'd at least be the one to kill you…No one is taking the satisfaction away from me of finally watching that light leave your eyes. And your blood will be on my blade and only mine…You got that?" 

Your eyes widened considerably at the admission before he shoved you away from himself. "Now get out of here. I'm done talking to you, to him-" He pointed to the house. "-And this entire fucked up situation…I'm coming for you one day, YN. When you least expect it. That's all you need to know. And for the record; no one you love is safe from me. I will make sure to save you dead last." 

You didn't know what he expected of you but you couldn't help the dark chuckle escaping you as you fully put your gun back in your pocket. Clothes sticking to you with how wet they were. 

He snarled in your direction before his features dropped as you spoke. "Ha, well!" You smiled a cold smile his way. "When that day comes, you know, the day you go back to being the guy I fought at Stu's that night; I hope you know I'll have a modest yet oddly human sized pond dug out back there. Might start tomorrow…. It'll be unfinished and I'm just going to decide halfway through to put all the dirt back and put a cement laid gazebo there instead. No one comes here. No one knows you exist…At least you'll have a burial plot in a sense. Mark deserves a plot, Sidney deserves a plot…Honestly,  it's more kindness than you deserve. If I really was like you and Stu; I'd just dump you at a landfill." He watched you with a strange emotion as you lost the smile and shook your head at him. "Just because I might not want to kill you either doesn't mean I won't protect myself or my loved ones…The choice will be made by you." 

You both stared at one another before you realized he wasn't going to ever give you a real reason. And maybe his logic really was the reason? Either way, you decided you had enough of the rain and him. "Goodbye, Billy." 

With that, you left and made sure to be aware if he decided to try and attack you but he didn't. He just stood there in the rain watching you go.

Despite it all, the second you turned around you felt an uncomfortable pit form in your stomach. An uneasiness of how things were being left whether for your own safety or another reason. You weren't sure. 

You went back up the stairs to see Stu watching you from the porch. You stopped mid step and said his name just for him to tell you. "....I think it's beyond time we get out of here. Got the keys?" 

You faltered before checking your other pocket and nodding. You saw the look on Stu's face, how reserved he seemed as he uncharacteristically said nothing. Both of you walked before going past Billy to the garage. No one seemed to want to say a word as you unlocked the garage and opened it to reveal his car. Your CRV parked near the house for now. 

Stu looked over at you and you saw the way he bit his inner cheek before shrugging as Billy got in the passenger side and shut the door. Clearly beyond his emotional limits to talk to you both. 

"So nice of him to be a drowned rat soaking the seat of my car." He offered a smile that didn't reach his eyes before clearing his throat and looking down. "So…I guess this is goodbye." Stu quietly gave, sticking his hands in his pockets and frowning at the ground a moment.

"Yeah, it is…Goodbye Stu." You purposely made distance so he couldn't hug you. You didn't want his touch, you didn't want either of their presence; last week and every other memory too fresh in your mind. 

He gave an accepting nod and got in as you watched him pull out before shutting and locking your garage back up. The rain dying down as it pattered off of his car. He waited in the driveway as you made your way to the house. Once you were halfway there, you heard his car's engine and tires going through gravel and water as he made his way down the road. You got to the porch and watched his tail lights disappear into the rainy night before heading around back and going back to your unlocked backdoor. The security system back up for the front one. 

You got in and shut the door, quickly punching in your code to lock everything once more before using the deadbolt you rarely relied on this time as well. You slumped against the door and closed your eyes. You felt your lip wobble as you took a long shaky breath before seeing Cherri hobble in. Picking up her bandaged paw. To your amazement it was completely wrapped. You didn't expect her to let Stu do that and just figured he left it up to you while you argued with Billy. 

You looked to see their wet and muddy shoe prints in the kitchen. Some vase on the ground in the hallway that was big enough to not worry about Cherri stepping on but still needed cleaned. It was bizarre to think 20 minutes ago you were all arguing in the living room and now they were gone and you may or may not ever see them again. You should jump up and down for joy but something in you just couldn't. You picked yourself up and walked to the living room to brush the vase pieces out of the way with your shoe and to take your coat off as you slipped off your shoes as well. You set your gun on the table and started pulling at your coat sleeves when you saw Stu's note. 

You paused, staring at it and feeling your gaze soften. 

'Think of me once in a while as much as I'll think of you. 

I'll always love you ♡'

A crudely drawn heart and all. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him throwing that word around so easily. At him not able to just leave a number like a normal rational person. Of all the bullshit and emotional manipulation he was constantly doing…And yet, you felt your eyes water. Because maybe if they hadn't done what they had, if they didn't have the horrible sides to them you saw last week, if you were honest maybe…Just maybe. 

"I hate you." You mouthed to yourself as you felt yourself suck in a choked gasp of air. Cherri laid beside you as you crumbled to the floor in a wet heap. Face in your hands. Quietly feeling tears in your eyes as you just sat there to take it all in. "I hate you both."

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"I hate her." Billy muttered to himself. Eyes still burning from earlier which just soured his mood even more. He flinched when he heard sniffling beside him. Slowly turning his head to see Stu furiously wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

"...Man, are you crying?" 

"N-No!...Yes…Yeah, so what if I fucking am?!" He smacked his steering wheel and growled out low in his throat. "It's all your fault anyways, man. What genius idea was it to break in?! As if her trust in me wasn't bad enough!" 

"Oh, as if grabbing her from behind was intelligent. Besides, we both had questions and we got answers. You actually think she would have opened the damn door for us?" 

"Yeah, well maybe I didn't want to know those answer's. Ever think of that? No! You only think of yourself you Cold…Slimy…Pretentious Fuck." Stu sneered out as he sniffed hard and wiped his nose with his t-shirt. 

"Didn't think you knew the word pretentious." 

"Go fuck yourself." 

Billy sat there a moment, staring him down as he drove on the curvy road down the hillside. Woods on either side of them. Stu went to say something but relented. Shaking his head with a bitter chuckle that died off in his throat.

"...What, Stu? What is it that you want to get out so badly because I'm not doing this shit the next 2 hour drive." 

"Alright, I'll say it. I had a chance with her and you couldn't stand it. You didn't want to kill her until I admitted liking her, you were so pissed at me at Windsor for helping her after she helped me-" Billy shook his head with a humorless chuckle as Stu ranted. "And you've been a jealous, bitter bitch while we've been together this whole time. It eats you alive that me and her had something and you're fucking ALONE." 

"Bite me. I'm not bitter-" 

Stu didn't let him speak. "The hell you aren't, man! Just admit you love her too and get it over with!" 

Billy finally felt his temper snap at that. "I don't fucking love her, idiot! Just because your desperate. She's nothing but a two faced, weak ass, nagging female that needs knocked down a few pegs." 

Stu gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Don't say that shit about her man. Not right now. Not to me." He warned with an aggressive frown. 

"Oh or what? You want to pull over and fight about it?" 

Stu smacked his steering wheel again. "God damn it, Billy! Just fucking admit it! I saw your face! You were just as devastated as I was!" 

Billy shoved back into his seat. "You didn't see shit. It was dark, cum rag." 

"Not dark enough, douche novel." Stu mocked. "You can't kill her because you know just as well as I do that things are different now! Admit it!" 

Billy grabbed the console and turned to fully glare at Stu. "Fine, will it shut you the fuck up the rest of the ride?! Things are different! I talked to her ass for the first time in 3 years and if we're being really fucking technical then 5 years since we had a decent conversation. She's changed. She's different. She's even more of a challenge now. When I saw her dead? Truly thought that stupid bitch finally kicked the bucket? I had no purpose anymore, alright?! For 5 fucking years my life was hunting her down and getting revenge and now I don't know what to do because for some dumbass reason after that I can't bring my knife to her and it pisses me the FUCK OFF because I'm that same pathetic kid that couldn't kill her in that backyard! Okay?! Is this what you want, cock jockey? Is this what you're all begging of me to get off my chest tonight?!"

Stu nodded throughout the rant as Billy barely took a breath. A strange laugh escaping Stu. "Yeah. Yeah, Billy. That's exactly the shit I want to hear so I can lay my head down tonight and know I was right and you give a shit about her too so we can finally just come to terms with things here!" He paused and added. "And you're a fine one to talk, cocksucker-" 

Stu swerved the second Billy tried to hit him while trying to drive before shoving Billy off. His hand going right into Billy's sternum as a strangled cry escaped the brunette and he grabbed at his front with a pained expression. Stu gave an arrogant smirk before gasping as Billy smacked him in the ribs that were bandaged. 

Stu stopped the car, groaning in pain before Billy spoke up again first. "My…Fuck…My god damn feelings towards this situation is none of your business, dickhead! None! Yeah, something weird has happened and I hate it but that doesn't mean I'm begging and slobbering for her like you are and I never fucking will. She's a pain in my ass that for whatever reason I can't kill right now. Maybe one day I'll get over it and do what needed done years ago." 

Stu glared at him. "You touch her and I'll kill you. Because whatever friendship we had, if we had it at all besides relieving some tension once in a while, is nonexistent compared to how I feel about her…Despite her going to cops again, she's not being killed. I'm not letting you near her." 

Billy eyed him. "Don't worry. You're still hyper fixated and the second she becomes boring to you; you'll be ready to kill her too...It's not anytime soon so stop showing your teeth. Your Master's safe for now…Now, put this shit in drive and take me to my town." 

Stu glared at him while putting it in drive before looking back at the road. Driving away into the night to go their separate ways in a few hours.

——————————————————

"Dewey? Are you coming to bed?" 

"Y-Yeah!...In a little bit, Gale." 

Dewey sat at his desk, the door locked as he hunched over the desk with the lamp shining on what he was looking at. He stared down at it with scrunched eyes and a worried look. His mouth twitched into a frown under his mustache as he held it in his fingers. 

There in his hand was a photo of you and two men getting out of your car. It was found in the motel next to yours where Neil was hiding out at. He confiscated it to preserve your reputation because as if the media needed to shame you more. Your private life was none of their business…It wasn't his either but he just couldn't stop staring at it. He didn't dare ask you either or show Randy.

It should have been nothing. You were a young woman but…He still didn't like the idea of plural men being in a car with you and he felt icky thinking of WHAT you were doing with them. Enough to make him drop the photo on the desk and grimace with a shiver. You were like his little sister and he'd have the same reaction with Tatum if she had two strange men in her car going to her motel room.

Then he looked at it again. 'No, YN wouldn't do that. She's too smart to invite two random men to her motel during all this…She wouldn't anyways…Would she?' He thought as he picked it backup to stare at it. He could only see a side profile of the taller one as you had on your shades and laughed at something he said…But the shorter brunette he had a clear shot of.

Medium dark brown hair half swooped back but stray bangs fell on either side of his face randomly, a scruffy goatee, high cheekbones on a slender and soft featured face and a small straight nose. What got him the most were the eyes. Distinctive dark eyes that observed his surroundings…They looked so much like.

He smacked the photo down and turned it over at the thought. He felt sick…No. Never in a million years. Billy Loomis and Stu Macher were dead and you would not have given them a ride even if they weren't!

He didn't like the idea of you being with two strange men that you didn't tell him or Randy about doing god knows what but he absolutely refused to entertain the crazy idea he and Gale used to argue so much about…'Maybe they just needed a ride?' He reasoned even though that wasn't much better. Especially with a killer on the loose. He knew you were only 23 and 23 year olds are still learning but he expected better of you.

He'd barely slept since finding this. The uncanny resemblance to Billy Loomis so strong and the talker one looking like that Dennis Rafkin guy that looked so much like his character as Stu Macher…What were you doing with Dennis? And who was the other man? What were you thinking in general and what other secrets did you have? 

" Dewey, why is the door locked?" 

Dewey jumped and quickly put the photo in an envelope and then inside a book he knew no one would read then in a drawer. Something about this ate him alive but he couldn't tell Gale. He felt horrible but he didn't feel right telling his fiance. Not after you both just made up.

"C-Coming, honey!" He gave, already pulling out the pet names before she wiggled the door handle.

"Dewey Riley, open this-" 

He quickly opened it for her to be in a short, silky night dress with a raised brow. 

"U-Uh sorry sweetie, I just needed to fill out some things." 

"Like what? Dewey, I don't like secrets already in the relationship." 

"Well, it's embarrassing but…Forget it." 

"No, go on."

He rubbed the back of his neck with a cringe. "I was…Looking into joining the force again." 

She looked surprised. "Oh." 

"Forget it! It's dumb. Why would they want an ex deputy that's now a useless-" 

"Hey, don't say that about yourself. Don't ever say that." 

He sighed with a deep frown. "...That has more disabilities than what the average precinct is willing to put up with?" 

She grabbed him and pulled him towards her. "Dewey, I think it's an amazing idea. You don't belong in Hollywood or Paris or New York…I think you should reapply at Woodsboro." 

"...Really? But my record there-" 

She smiled up at him. "Yes, forget it! You said it, Woodsboro feels real. I don't know what I was doing all these years chasing fame when the most important thing was right here." 

Dewey smiled softly at her and brushed her hair from her face. "Gale…" 

"Besides, I kind of like the idea of Deputy Dewey again. It's sexy." She smiled with hooded eyes, leaning into him as he chuckled.

"Yeah?" He quirked a mischievous smirk. "Are you a law abiding citizen?" 

Gale giggled and stepped back to show off how short her dress was. "Me? Oh no. I've got secrets. I'm a bad, bad girl officer. What are you gonna do to me for being so bad?" 

Dewey felt himself thinking of his own secret now. 

"Uh, DEWEY?" Gale scoffed as he shook himself and grabbed her with a grin as she laughed.

"Well, sounds like you're under house arrest. Anything you say can and will be held against you in the court of law." Dewey went to pick Gale up and faltered. Gale gave him a sympathetic look but Dewey just sucked in a breath and forced himself to struggle with his bad arm to use all his strength for his good arm and leg to hold her up princess style. The nerve damage is not as bad but still very much there. 

Gale gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're amazing, Dewey…Now, I believe the handcuffs for me are…That way." She motioned to the bedroom as they kissed while he quickly got her there as fast as he could before he might drop her.

The photo that was now a secret he wished he could ask you but couldn't. It was momentarily pushed aside but still lingering in his mind nonetheless.

…What secrets were you keeping from him and Randy?

[your-littlesecret]

✄ DVD BONUS: pick a fic and I’ll describe or write a deleted scene - for the CEO fic pls 💜

hello dalring!! thank you so much for sending me an ask 💕💕 i promise I didn't forget about those, I was just having a too hectic time to stop and use my brain 😔

so, I couldn't write a whole extra scene yet but I have a few words down and I'll tell you about it. it goes like this:

Pierre quite liked the fact that  everything in their relationship happened naturally and without a big display of it.

Charles has been doing better. His therapy seems to be working and he’s slowly gaining back the weight he lost and he looks happy even if there are still difficult days. Pierre is so proud of him and he makes sure to say and show it to him at every possible opportunity.

They hadn’t really talked much about the next step, but both of them know it’s coming. Pierre would never want to impose or make any ultimatums to Charles so he won’t say anything, will respect Charles’ need for more time and space to organize his thoughts.

Charles asking pierre to officially move in: they are in the bathtub together, Charles is lying on Pierre's chest and suddenly he turns around, water sloshing on the floor. he simply looks at pierre and asks 'will you move in with me already? you don't even go to your apartment anymore...' and pierre starts laughing because yeah, that's a very Charles way to ask his boyfriend to come live with him. Charles is also laughing and slightly pouting and pierre will kiss him senseless before saying 'yes, I will finally move in with you'.

--

pierre proposes to charles, just like when they started dating, on a random day they are just existing with each other at home. he's lying on the sofa while watching and listening to Charles playing the piano and when Charles is done and walks to him, pierre stands up, goes to his side of the closet and gets the small red box from the third drawer on the second row because he knows that's the one drawer Charles never opens because that's where pierre keeps all his documents and Charles thinks that's a too important drawer to keep opening for nothing so he never does.

he goes back to the living room and stands in front of Charles, showing him the box. Charles widens his eyes immediately and pierre says 'I thought about making a big fuss about it, you know: dinner, flowers, maybe even a limo. but I just don't think that's very us, but this is. so I wanted to ask you if you would like to marry me on this random winter afternoon because sometimes I feel like I love you too much to keep it only for myself' and Charles pulls him down for a kiss (while he cries, of course) before pierre can even finish.

--

they have always said they wanted kids and pierre never really believed there was such a thing as 'right moment' but he knows this is the right moment for them.

Sarah is playing on the park and Charles is resting his head on Pierre's shoulder when he simply asks 'when can we have one?'

Pierre is used to it because Charles asks every time they are in the park and pierre always just laughs about it. except today he shrugs with a very much fake nonchalance and says 'whenever you want'.

Charles thinks he is joking so he says 'I want one now' and he laughs, but pierre doesn't. when Charles looks up at him, his face is very peaceful and Charles realises that oh, he's not joking.

that is their first talk and coincidentally, one of Charles' school friends has a sister who works with pregnant women and there's this one girl that wants to put the baby up for adoption.

he tells pierre and they fill in the paperwork and they attend to ultrasound appointments and it only hits him, again, on a random day when they are lying in bed together and he starts crying desperately and pierre is so confused and concerned and when Charles manages to take a full breath he just says 'we're having a baby' and pierre laughs loudly while hugging him and kissing his head.

so. yeah, they get their happily ever after and they are so happy about their relationship and god I love them so much 💕💕

[larabiatasstuff]

is there any chance you could do a story about our cheeky boy max parish? maybe he is watching us doing our beauty regime? moisturizer, makeup, and plucking your eye brows. because your used to it, plucking doesn't hurt you, and he thinks you plucking his eyebrows is a good idea. until you do one single hair and he pretends like it's the end of the world. you end up chasing him around the house and manage to get a few of his hairs, but you make it up to him with a makeout session? thank you xxx

Oh anon your request is absolutely adorable 🖤 I definitely write that for you.☺️

It was Saturday and Max and I decided to go out tonight so I sat in front of my vanity mirror doing my beauty routine. When it came to plucking my eyebrows Max got curious. "Babe what are you doing?" he asked "I'm plucking my eyebrows.". "Why?" "To get them in shape. Max can I do something for you? I have to focus on here." "Well I was thinking you could do that with mine too." I looked up at him "Excuse me? Max I'll be honest with you, that hurts." "Come on babes it can't be that bad. You're not even flinching, please babes I want to be pretty too."Max said lying on the bed on his stomach, wiggling his legs like a teenage girl. I couldn't help but laugh at this. "Alright, alright but let me finish mine first okay?" After thirty minutes I was finally finished. "Alright Mr Parish, take a seat. I say it again Max that shit really hurts. Don't say it didn't warn you." "It's gonna be fine babes also I have a good view at my ladies in this position." he said when I leaned over him. "You're unbelievable, okay hold still." I started and just after a few hairs he started to squirm in his chair. "Ouch, ouch aaaaahhh stop babes stop." "I said it hurt Max, you didn't want to believe me." "How can you do that to yourself with a straight face? Jesus Christ."he touched the spot I worked on. I chuckled" I'm used to it Max so come back here and let me finish it. " his eyes went wide" Oh no, never you will not come near me with that diabolical instrument of pain. "" Those are tweezers and I have to finish it now that I started. " Max took a few slow steps back before he ran off." Max!! God you're so childish. " I yelled running after looking in every room and every corner when I suddenly felt something on my back. "Okay lady calm down and drop the weapon." I rolled my eyes "Max can we...". "Ma'am I'm a certified police officer I'm just doing my job so drop the weapon." I sighed and put the tweezers on the kitchen counter. "Do you have any other weapons on you ma'am?" "Well you have to search me to find out." Max turned me around looking at me with a cheeky smile. "Maybe I should do that then." he bit is lower lip. "But how do I know that you're a real police officer? I mean anyone could just say that to get their hands on an innocent woman like me. " I said giving him my best puppy eyes. "Then it's just fair when you search me too right?I think I lost my badge somewhere in my trousers if you want to have a look." "You're unbelievable Max, I love you." he pulled me close to his body. "I love you too babes." we both leaned in and shared a wonderful passionate kiss. Kissing Max was literally heaven to me. Then he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and threw me on the mattress. He crawled on top of me kissing me again and the longer it went the more it lead to a steamy make out session,holding each other, our hands all over each others bodies while kissing the spots where we liked it the most . After some time we lay cuddled up against each others bodies still sharing sweet kisses while laughing and talking. "Does it still hurt baby?" I asked stroking his cheek, looking into his wonderful blue eyes. "No, but I'm still traumatized. You have to hold me babes." he said resting his head on my chest. "Awww of course I hold you as long as you need it." I said gently scratching his scalp. "I love it when you're doing that. You're the best babes." I smiled. "I know Max, I know."

[shameaboutthedilettantism]

2022 Writing Year in Review

1. Number of stories posted to Ao3: 1, plus 2 chapters of a story I started in 2020...ugh, can I even call myself a writer?

2. Word count this year: 15,807 not counting all the ones written for stories that were never published

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Avatar: The Last Airbender

4. Pairings: Aang/Katara, Zuko/Mai

5. Stories with the most:

Kudos:

Bookmarks:

Comment threads: 

Word count:

Since I only published one story this year, it's obviously So I Wait for You with 50 kudos, 28 comments (oh wait, that said 'threads'..let's just say half that because I responded to most of the comments before I just ran out of steam for everything), 6 bookmarks, and 10,860 words.

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): 

Well, I am a bit proud of the completed fic I published because now I believe I can complete a multichapter story. Some day I will finish The Only Way to Hold On!

7.   Work I’m least proud of (and why):

Umm, same I guess, since I only published one story. I find typos and stuff I hate every time I look at it. The last chapter was so bad the first time I posted it that I took it down and reworked large swathes of it before posting it again.

8.   Share or describe a favorite review you received:

Y'all, @coyotelemon is the kind of friend I wish everyone had. She is so kind and encouraging and every time I feel down on myself, I go back and read the final comment she left on my story

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Dilly!!!!!! DILLY?!?!?!???!!!!

This was— and I mean this with my whole everything— a perfect story from start to finish. It’s amazing, it’s hot, it’s hilarious!!!

She says a bit more, but it's maybe spoilery, so I'll leave it out. It's so comforting and serotonin-boosting to get a review like that, ya know? Get you a friend like Coyote, folks.

9.   A time when writing was really, really hard:

2022? Okay, mostly post July. I got a promotion at work then and the imposter syndrome and drowning sensation have been intense. Between work and some family stuff, I haven't had the focus or mental energy to write much.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

The fight scene in chapter 17 of OWTHO. I hadn't planned for anyone to get really hurt, but I started writing and suddenly Mai's dress was on fire and Li was lying in a pool of blood.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:  

I was really happy with my introduction of Meng in So I Wait for You

“Hey, Katara, why are you still asleep?” came the annoyingly perky voice of her roommate, Meng.

Katara surfaced slowly from sleep, where she'd been dreaming something warm and pleasant that dissipated so quickly it was gone by the time her eyes squinted blearily open. “Huh?” she queried, voice slumber-roughened.

Then she bolted upright. Her room was bright with morning, each corner illuminated by sunshine. A golden glow surrounded Meng's darkened silhouette and slashed bars of light across the wall behind her. What time was it? Why hadn't her alarm gone off? She patted her nightstand desperately, trying to find her phone so she could figure out how late she was.

Meng's snort of laughter stilled her hand. Katara growled, low and long, the sound rumbling in her throat and soothing her irritation. When would she learn?

After heaving a disgusted sigh, Katara asked “It's Saturday, isn't it?”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

Ugh. I don't think I did. My growth this year was professional.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I'd like to try to write some every day. Though I wish I could say something more profound like Choco and Northern did, but dang I really need to get more words out before I can focus on using metaphor and foreshadowing. Baby steps.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

I have to pick one? @coyotelemon, then. She helped me come up with so many ideas for So I Wait for You and cheered me on when I did writing sprints and left amazing comments. (but @flameohotwife, @princessofnewcorona, and Nettie Sprinkle helped so much, too, with joining me in sprints as well as cheering me on while I sprinted and having unhinged reactions to the bits I shared. I have such incredible friends!)

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: 

Soju. That's all I will say on the matter. I plead the fifth.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: 

Make fandom friends who will encourage and advise you, maybe even beta read for you.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: 

An' it please the Lord, finishing OWTHO.

Thanks for the tags, @chocomd @flameohotwife and @northerngoshawk

[casspurrjoybell-20]

FOOLS Fall - Chapter 17 - Part 1

BOOK TWO: The 'Fools Fall in Love' Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Samuel Moretti

"Face-Time me when you're home. I wanna fall asleep next to you," I told my boyfriend as I leaned against my front door while he lingered on my front porch.

Sometimes we'd Face-Time each other at night and I'd fall asleep listening to Noah's breathing.

To some, that might've sounded a bit obsessive or maybe even weird but sleeping while on Face-Time with Noah was the second best way to sleep.

First being physically next to him, obviously.

Noah granted me that small, precious smile of his before he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to my lips.

I couldn't help the smile that formed on my face, I had to bite my lip to keep me from grinning too much.

Noah's fingers gripped my chin and tilted my face up.

"You know biting your lip drives me crazy."

I really grinned at that and maybe even let out a giggle.

I felt butterflies in my stomach.

Noah chuckled then let go of me.

"Goodnight, Sam. I'll call you," he confirmed.

"Goodnight. Drive safely. I love you."

"Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you too," he called from halfway down the pavement.

I watched him get in his car and start it up, gave him a small wave and he drove away.

I sighed and shut my front door once I stepped fully inside.

"I love the way he gets you to smile."

I looked up to find my mother watching me from the living room.

"He makes your whole day," she commented.

"Hmm, he makes my whole world," I corrected dreamily and lovestruck or maybe whipped but I didn't care.

My mom smiled.

"Good. That's how it should be when you love someone. You and Haven make my whole world."

"What about dad?" I questioned as I laid down on the couch and placed my head on my mother's lap.

She stroked the hair that fell on my forehead.

"Eh, him too, I guess," she joked and I chuckled.

Then in a serious tone my mother spoke.

"I love that you love him and he loves you but I hope you love yourself as well. More so than Noah."

I looked up at her quizzically and she elaborated.

"I see the way you are when you two are apart. You get so down and in your head with all these insecurities. So much anxiety, I don't know where that came from. You were always so confident."

She wasn't being harsh or judgmental but genuinely concerned and a little confused as to why I'd feel that way.

So all I responded with was me whispering.

"It's hard."

Maybe I was making mine and Noah's situation harder than it really was but I couldn't stop myself from overthinking and feeling those negative emotions when we're apart.

"I know, baby. Your worry is valid but you shouldn't let it consume you. Noah adores you. So much. When he's away you need to focus on you. Your schoolwork and things that make you happy outside of Noah."

I stayed quiet for a minute as I let her words sink in.

I didn't think I knew anything outside of Noah.

I wasn't lying when I said he makes my whole world.

Without Noah, my world isn't anything.

I'd have nothing and that was when I realized my mother was completely right.

"I need to find a hobby," I finally said and my mom laughed.

"Yes, you do. Now, are we continuing Euphoria? Because I'm too invested even though I think it's absolutely ridiculous they're teenagers."

********

"You sure he said that? 'Cause and this isn't me taking his side but you tend to remember things wrong when you get black out drunk," Carter spoke as we walked down the hall of Crestfield High.

"Yes," I exclaimed and honestly felt a little hurt that my best friend didn't believe me.

Okay, maybe I wasn't a hundred percent sure but...

"I swear, Jude said 'out of sight, out of mind' and he was obviously talking about Noah forgetting about me."

I had told Carter about the Halloween party and how Jude was feeling up my boyfriend.

The conversation put me in a sour mood and it was only nine am.

"Okay, so did you tell Noah?" I scoffed.

"Yeah right. He'd say the same shit as you, that my drunk mind made it up out of jealousy."

"Hey," Carter stopped me from walking and made me face him.

"I did not say that," he said firmly.

"But remember that time you thought Jason said he hated you while you were drunk and you cried the next day but he never said that?" Carter's referring to a party we all went to that past summer.

I don't remember the party because I got too drunk but I did cry the next day thinking one of Noah's best friends hated me.

Jason never said he hated me.

So yeah, sometimes my mind played tricks on me while I was drunk.

"I knew you were going to bring that up," I muttered.

"But that's fucked up if Jude did say that and honestly, I could see it if he really was handsy with Noah all night."

I frowned.

There was a heavy weight in my stomach, fifty pounds of jealousy and another fifty pounds of anxiety weighing me down.

Then I thought about what my Mom had said to me the night before.

I looked up at Carter.

"Wanna join a club with me?"

Carter looked at me like I was crazy before he burst out laughing.

"That was a joke, right?"

I hit his arm.

"Shut up. Please? I need something to distract my mind before I go psycho over Jude. Join a club with me," I begged.

"Yeah, I think the fuck not," Carter dismissed and walked away from me.

********

We joined art club.

Not that we were any good at art but the art teacher was really cool and we got to make stuff out of clay.

I looked to my right to see what Carter had come up with.

"Please don't tell me you're making a vagina," I spoke to Carter with disappointment lacing my tone.

He raised an eyebrow in question and examined his sculpture.

"It's supposed to be a rose, shithead."

I laughed.

"That is not a rose," and he shoved me but not enough to have me falling off my stool, luckily.

"Yeah? And what the hell are you creating?" he asked me.

I grinned down as I admired my animal sculpture.

"It's my cat, DJ."

I only had the head started but it wasn't looking too bad.

"I'm making it for Noah."

Carter was rolling his eyes when I glanced at him.

"We joined this stupid club to get your mind off of Noah."

I slumped in my stool and looked back at my cat head made out of clay.

"Maybe we should pick a different club."

[nightcall99]

Soul writing from 10.4.24

I had the same dream basically three times this morning so I must not be getting it. What am I missing?

The energy is a type of revealing, a releasing, a renewal. It punctures the heart, it is connection. It is pure connection.

What am I connecting to?

Source.

Why are you here? I still don't understand what the point is

I want to re-animate what was dead, just to see that I could. I want to ebb in and out, turn the lights on and off, like some drastic pattern, to know my own power. I am the flashing lights. Why not? I want to know myself as dancing, twinkling lights.

As pretty as that sounds, the experience of it is not so much. It's very confusing. I don't like experiencing people or myself, as there and then not there. It isn't elegant. It's a perverse use of power, it's bragging. But really, it doesn't colour me surprised.

Well, it's just the start. I'm testing things out. Baby steps, as they say. I say. I'm tinkering with the lights, the signs, fiddling with the windows. I lock and then unlock the door, let out the cat. Call it back home. And then I'll turn the brightness up to full. I'll born the sun into every corner. Maybe I'll create a blaze that then brings this all home.

Ok so that's it then? We're all just subject to your mischievous whims then? I don't think this is very fun.

In your lying you seek to breed hope. In your last vestige of humanness, you cling to what you know. I don't care. You know you don't care either. So let it go, and let me be. I am you now. I am you now, letting me be. I am letting this go, this train of thought go. There's no more steam in the engine. It's gone.

Okay. It's gone. At least for now. So what am I left with?

Me. You're left with me. [Feeling the energy change dramatically]. If you shut up, I am here. Do you see? Do you realise now? I am absent in the disbelieving, the doubt, the feigning for logic and order. I have disappeared when you seek to understand. I stop flowing when you avoid me, tuck me away, bury me. I retreat. But there is no you, so I am doing it. I am the one who balances misunderstanding with the truth, absence and presence, up and down. Right now, you are how I want to do this. This right now moment, is how I want to play.

Whatever. I hear what you're saying but I don't really care. I suppose you'll say that's exactly as you like it. So will this game be over soon or not?

It stops when you stop. When you stop, and there is only me. That'll be when I turn on the lights and become free. And you won't be able to shove me away. But there is no you. No one is doing anything and there isn't a thing at fault. Simply, the portrayal of the pretend fight will become at some point, pointless. Not that there is a point, or ever was one, because to suggest so, implies a beginning and end. There is none. The energy of right now is simply put as: interested in itself. The tension of that is gripping, intriguing. Striking the right chord of both reactivity and peace. Volatility and detachment. You experience it as odd. It is odd, that's why I like it.

I still don't understand. This explanation is so vague.

*the energy smirks* (I am myself, walking into the palm of my own hand) (lol)

[enllusionsmania]

b i r t h d a y k i s s e s

pairing : en- park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre : slight fluff

note : wherein a park sunghoon manages to get sick on his birthday 🥳

C H A R A C T E R S

𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : 𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢

𝐀𝐆𝐄 : 𝟐𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 : 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐏 🦊 (Campaigner)*

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐆𝐄 : 𝟐𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 : 𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐉 🐧 (Logistician)*

'Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love mine, all mine, all mine

Kyran rushed to and fro as she prepared for the boy's arrival. In fact she'd been putting together this little surprise of hers for hours now. Maybe it was a bit spontaneous, but that was usually the way she liked to do things. She'd already bought him a gift and yeah they'd went out to dinner a few nights prior in honor of his special day, but in the back of the girl's head, she knew then that it wasn't enough. At least not for her because this was the one day out of the year he had absolutely no ground to stand on when it came to allowing the girl to spoil him as she wished.

So as she put the finishing touches, she finally let the slightest breath of both relief and satisfaction escape her pretty lips. Everything was perfect, and the only thing missing now was the boy himself.

She walked toward the high top counter, grabbing her phone - quick to dial his number. The line rang for an unreasonably long time, causing a furrow to appear between the space of her brows. The girl pursed her lips but still waited patiently, until finally she could faintly hear the click signaling the line had connected.

A bright smile pulls her lips up and she clears her throat, speaking softly. "Hey Hoon, you there..?"

It took a moment, but eventually his voice is heard. "... Hi princess, I'm here.."

Kyran blinked, brows furrowing even more if possible.

"What's wrong? Why does your voice sound like that...?"

"Sound like what? Sexier than usual hm?"

"Real funny but no. You sound terrible- please don't tell me you're getting sick?"

"I'm not getting sick." His voice hoarse, a major contrast to his smooth dulcet tone, telling her all she needed to know. Her frown deepened.

"You're lying..." She whined and she could hear his breathy chuckle, that still managed to bring the smallest grin to her lips before it fell again.

"Yah... You said tell you I wasn't sick so I did." He defended, and the girl chuckled humorlessly.

"I can not believe this, when did you start getting sick? Why haven't you said anything you bum?"

"I'm not sick though."

"You're lying. You're a liar, I'll be over in 20 minutes."

"God, I love you." He spoke, before slipping into a fit of coughs.

"Yeah I know. See you soon."

Without a second thought she began gathering everything she could think of that he would need, knowing he wasn't the best at taking care of himself properly when he was sick.

By the time she'd finished she had a bag full. She dressed warmly, tugging the scarf even closer to her neck as she stepped past the threshold of her apartment door.

—

Kyran presses her ringed finger to the bell, before immediately putting her hand back into her pocket. She isn't waiting long when the door is opened, revealing the sweet face of the boy. She smiles softly; especially seeing his forlorn state in person.

Sunghoon steps back, allowing room for the shorter to enter the apartment. Kyran is quick to kick off her shoes and set her bag down, before she lifts her head taking him in. His form is wrapped securely in a blanket. In the tiny hole where his face is, the girl notices the irritable red of the boy's nose. And as if right on cue, he sneezes.

"Awe you poor baby." She moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She pulls back just enough to look at his face and sighs. "You just planned to suffer all alone- and on your birthday no less...!"

"I'm sick. And it's bad karma to be mean to a sick person." 

Kyran lets him go, turning to retrieve her bag. She holds it up just enough for him to see.

"Yeahyeah so mean, so I'll just eat this soup by myself then." With that she walks off toward the boy's kitchen, as he helplessly follows after her like a lost puppy. Knowing this, Kyran can't help but to smile to herself.

—

She prepared his soup and gave him his medicine after 30 minutes of convincing. And now the pair sit shoulder to shoulder, perched comfortably in his bed with mugs of tea in their hands.

Kyran's eyes are trained upon the TV before them, quietly watching the cartoon that plays. However it seems muted as only the sound of Sunghoon's soft breaths can be heard. She turns her head to gaze at the side of his face. He's blinking his eyes tiredly, before again for the nth time that evening, sneezing.

"Did you finish your tea?" Kyran wonders, eyes never shifting. The boy peeks at her with a nod of his head. "...Here.." She takes the mug from his hand, and with her own she begins to climb from the bed.

"...Yah I'm sick..! Where are you going..?" His expression funnily enough mimics one of betrayal, and this makes the girl chuckle lightly.

"It wasn't so long ago you didn't even want me to know you were sick.." She sasses, but he only rolls his eyes.

"Yeah well you do now, so you can't just leave."

"Nobody's leaving you big baby. I'm taking these to the kitchen." She explains, holding the mugs up for him to see.

"Oh." He blinks.

"Yeah." She smiles at his pouty expression and turns on the balls of her feet, leaving the room.

Sunghoon's P.O.V. (3rd person)

A few minutes go by and Sunghoon begins growing impatient with the lack of Kyran's presence. As sick as he is, all he really wants to do is cuddle with his girlfriend.

He stifles a cough, glancing at the cracked door. Wondering, if he should just go and get the girl himself. But as soon as he starts to pull the covers from his body in Kyran walks, and in the dim lighting the first thing Sunghoon notices is the lit candle poking out of a cupcake.

"....Heyyy what's this?" He asks, the smile growing slowly the closer she approaches.

She doesn't say anything at first, instead taking her place in the bed right beside him. Kyran sits on her knees, facing him with the gentlest expression, that maybe he's ever seen on her. With the light of the candle, her eyes glimmer as she stares at him. Her teeth trap her lip briefly, but then her tinted lips part and she speaks.

"If I'm being honest, I know we already celebrated your birthday and maybe it was meant to be that way since you ended up sick... but I- well you know I can't help myself..."

Sunghoon smiles at her, tucking a loose strand of the girl's short hair behind her ear. "You planned something didn't you?"

"Yeah... I did."

"I'm sorry princess, we can-"

"Nope. Weirdly enough I think the time we've spent so far is way better than what I had planned. I think I just wanted to make you feel special, so I'm sorry that I couldn't-"

Sunghoon pinches Kyran's cheek and she raises a brow in confusion. "That's where I'll stop you, because you have done nothing but make me feel special and loved since you got here."

The girl's eyes widen, and he can see the sparkle in them as her expression asks if what he says is true. A soft sigh escapes him, "Really. Sick or not you've made this a great birthday K."

She pouts her lips, extending the cupcake in her hand toward him. He glances at it and smiles again. "It's your favorite." She whispers and his smile grows as he leans forward. With a breath he blows out the candle.

"Yay..! Did you make a wish?"

"Why make a wish when everything I want is right in front of me?"

He watches in amusement as the girl clicks her tongue, "Gosh you're so cheesy, you really didn't make a wish?"

"Of course I did, what you thought this was?!" He exclaims, making the girl across from him laugh heartily. He takes the cupcake from her, pulling the candle out to taste the frosting on the opposite end.

His face lights up and Kyran smiles, "May I try?"

He goes to hand her the treat, but she instead leans forward closing the space between them. Before Sunghoon can even react, Kyran's lips are pressed gently to his. And it takes but a second for the boy to react, returning the kiss. Warmth spreads through his body, successfully sending tingles down his arms and spine. When she pulls away, it's much too soon for his liking but her words soon pass softly between them.

"Happy birthday Hoon."

His hand lands on her nape, keeping her close, "You're totally going to get sick."

She smiles, "Yeah probably."

"But hey, I got my wish."

"And that was?"

"Birthday kisses. Obviously."

END

a / n : happiest of birthdays to k-pop’s ice prince 🥶 and my bf - park sunghoon 🎂🙌🏾

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟠

Jungkook was done dressing her with brand new clothes. He had already ordered a ton of clothes for Lia. He wasn't going to stop at clothes. She was going to have everything she wanted lying down at her feet.

"I miss you so much," he kisses the back of her hand, "I'm never letting you go again. You're gonna be stuck with me forever."

Hoseok lightly knocks before walking in, "How is she?"

"I think she's turned back fully," he pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I hope she'll be okay."

"I think she needs a doctor, Jungkook," Hoseok sighs, "Let me call our doctor."

"Alright," Jungkook nods without taking his eyes off her. He's observed her plenty in the three years he kept her but not in her human form. He's seen her tear a human apart, he's seen her lose her little zombie mind trying to get to him. 

"What are you gonna tell her?" Hoseok asks softly, "She's not gonna be happy."

"I- I don't know," Jungkook sighs, "I never really thought about that."

"You don't know how she's gonna wake up, Jungkook," he replies, "She's been a mindless zombie for three years. What if she's lost her memories or something?"

"I hope not," he purses his lips, "I really hope not. I don't know what I'd do..."

"Maybe it'd be good?" Hoseok says, "You could start anew... She'll... She'll never know."

"But our memories," he closes his eyes, "All that- She won't have them and she won't love me."

"You think she still loves you?" Hoseok whispers.

"Maybe not but," Jungkook sighs, "She knows me. We'll be able to heal together."

"The doctor's here. We should let him look at her," he informs and steps out of the room.

"You're gonna be just fine," Jungkook places a firm kiss on her forehead and follows Hoseok.

45 minutes later...

"I still can't believe the vaccination can turn people back," the doctor shakes his head in disbelief, "This is a game-changing discovery-"

"I'm glad Jungkook tried it," Hoseok smiles patting Jungkook's back.

"I'm just glad that she's gonna be fine," Jungkook sniffs wiping his tears.

"Yeah but be careful," the doctor nods, "She's fragile and needs time to recover."

"I'll take care of her," he nods with a smile.

"I'll take my leave now," the doctor smiles, "Don't forget to get the second dosage of the vaccine soon, eh?"

"Yeah, of course," Hoseok shakes his hand and walks him out.

Jungkook hears shuffling inside the room and he rushes in to see Lia up and trying to get out of bed.

"LIA!" He rushes to her side, "Oh my God, Lia. Stay in bed, please."

"What-" Lia whispers before holding pressing her palm to her head, "What's going on-"

"It's okay," Jungkook chants over and over again, "Everything's okay. Just stay in bed. You're fine."

"Jungkook?" Lia asks and Jungkook clenches his eyes shut. It's been a while since he last heard her say his name.

"Yes, baby," he whispers, "Your Jungkook."

"I thought-" 

"Just lie down please," he begs holding onto her hand, "Please."

She nods softly before lying back down. Her breathing seemed very erratic and panicked. 

"Baby," Jungkook coos, "Please, breathe. I'll explain everything once you're calm and well-rested. Okay?"

"O-okay," she replies trying to breathe.

"Yes, cupcake," he smiles softly, "Just like that. Slow."

"Am I dead?" She asks softly.

"What?" He chuckles, "No, you're not dead, sugar. You're alive. Very alive."

"Then wha-" She swallows with her dry throat, the sting her throat making her cough, "I need water."

"I'll get it," Jungkook shoots up from beside her and pours her a glass of water, "Here you go, cupcake. Slow."

She swallows the glass of water in a second and motions for another glass. After downing about four and a half glasses of water she sits up slowly.

"You can lay down," he says, "You don't have to get up."

"No- I feel better," she sighs, "I feel better."

"Are you hungry-"

"Jungkook," she interrupts him, "Are we gonna pretend like I wasn't bitten by a zombie a while ago?"

Does she think it was a while ago? Oh god, she doesn't know that three years have passed by.

"Why am I still human, Jungkook?" She asks shivering, "Did you find a way to cure me?"

I did. He thought. I did but it was an accident. I didn't even know she was going to turn back.

"Jungkook, answer me!" She raises her voice, "What happened?"

"I- You were bitten," he recollects the moment from three years ago.

"And?" She encourages him to go on.

"You turned into a zombie," he states softly. 

"Why am I human, Jungkook?" She asks, "What did you do?"

"I- How long do you think it's been since the bite?" He asks as his eyes well up with tears.

"I don't know," she shakes her head, "A few hours? Maybe a day or two. Why?"

Few hours. She thinks it's been around a few hours to a day or two.

"Jungkook?"

"It's been three years."

820 WORDS

[enzoid23]

Gonna improve some older OCs I have in this post lol

So if someone who saw me rp in that one ask blog as them sees this, hi lol they're getting changed!

Original

They were called Nerezza and Luna, Nerezza went by Ezza. Ezza was like 7 and Luna 12 I think?

Now bare with me but Luna is a shapeshifter and Ezza was supposed to be but like got stuck/never got the ability. She's bummed out by this and to make up for it desperately wants to learn to do magic tricks..but the thing is she doesn't know they're tricks and tries to ACTUALLY do them. Logics basically "People without powers do this all the time, so I'll be able to be like my sister if I can do this! :D"

So Luna was also abusive to Ezza, but it was going slow and then WHAM its all at once. It started with being so mild it probably wasn't even abusive just mean, and was a little verbal abuse mixed with lying with stuff easy to cover up, specifically to her. This was out of malice, but a childish malice, not a strongly planned or intended thing.

Luna would also do pranks, normally just pretending to be something else like an object or animal and then once Ezzas convinced she'd show herself. Definitely caused some trust issues in Ezza especially considering that Luna could be people too, the kid didn't know who to trust lol!

And you know they're adopted lol. The parents like coordinate their toxicity because I thought it's be funny, like they go through a "Benevolent beings-nice-okay-eh-rude-mean-cruel" kinda thing back and forth.

They don't have anything from their birth parents and don't know who they are, and they don't care to look.

Both are treated equally and have their own lives, Luna isn't lashing out from abuse she's just a dick.

Okay so here's the cringe parts (imo)..

*Something I literally never considered even making options for happened, I'm almost too embarrassed to type this, corrupting Luna. This does the following:

Forces her into this one weird floaty form

However she was before? 10× worse

Physically, verbally, mentally, all the abuses minus sexual to Ezza

Mostly does the abuse in private but just does not care if people see it

Touching people causes a lot of burning pain and a black mark to show up in the shape of her hand wherever she touched. Does not cause damage but does cause permanent marks and sensitivity to the area. Often does this to Ezza when mad or bored

Can float (her hair saw that ability and decided it wanted to as well. Basically her hair floats on its own at all times lol)

And probably more! I forgot!

(The true cringe is the design I made..)

*Nerezza is a stupid fucker. Not even child dumb but genuinely idiotic. If she grew up she'd never keep a job or finish school she's so dumb. Wanna know why? She tried. The fucking chainsaw, cutting people in half trick. Thinking it was real. MULTIPLE TIMES.

*She feels guilty. Still genuinely thinks she can do it one day but decided to quit brutally killing people until she "works up to it". Luna finds the whole thing hilarious and is the one who convinced Ezza not only to try it once, but that she needed to keep doing it until she got it. So it's not all on Ezza but even when deciding that I was laughing at it

Some old art of them (NOT RECENTLY MADE I PROMISE)

Ezza

Luna, corrupted

not a single.fucking.word

Luna, post-corruption

(Honestly proud of this one though!)

So that's pretty much it there..Onto the new ones!

New Versions

So, not toooo many changes...but basically,

Instead of abusive adopted parents, it's gonna be like maybe negligent or people who don't know how to care for kids but didn't want to give up the baby+toddler on their door step or something? Something like that.

And Luna was still mean but not really from malice, definitely no good intentions but she thought more of fun than how it affected her sister. She loves Ezza but doesn't like her if that makes sense? Not in the sibling dislike way either. Doesn't really like nor dislike, still loves, idk how to explain it...

Ezza did NOT become a serial killer for the sake of magic but still tried to learn to compensate. In this version, Ezza thought of cutting people and Luna shot it down! How the turns have tabled.

Instead of 12 Luna's like 14 because 12 is too young but 15 is too old imo. Immature but aware kinda thing I think

Ezza is still like 7 or 8

Luna still gets that same corruption arc but the design..The design HAS to change. I'll reblog after I figure it out and draw it. She isn't being controlled or anything, it mostly changes abilities and wills and desires. Takes normal guy and makes him a semi-powerful melee sadist with no regards or care for others and can't be redeemed in that state, but still has whatever free will OCs can have. Sooo..subtle control I guess? That's like giving someone a gun with bullets, stripping their morals, making them super angry, and putting them in front of someone they don't like, with no outs, so I guess I can't say it's completely them doing it.

Luna gets somehow broken out of it (I haven't even decided how it HAPPENED how would I decide how it UNhappens?) and has a permanent scar. If she takes form of anything with a face, it has the scar. She can't customize it, has to live with it. Why a scar? Because I like giving characters permanent reminders of their sins they weren't all there to commit. She'll try to get along with Ezza after that but Ezza now has trust issues and a phobia of Luna so that'll take work lol.

Anyways that's it so far, I'll reblog later with the redesigns and any extra info I might remember to add!

[craftycheetah]

Purr Like an Engine Pt.11

Early the next morning, soft shuffling and meowing throughout your house stir you from your slumber. Slowly getting out of bed, you yawn and expect Neo to yell at you, only to hear silence.

��Neo?”

“Hey, pudding,” he smiles.

Your blood turns cold as you see Shigaraki standing in your kitchen, your cat lying in his arms, comfortably asleep. 

“Shh…” He brings a single finger to his lips. “Wouldn’t want to wake the baby, would you?”

“T-Tomura!” You managed to get out. “What are you doing here?”

“I saw someone come in last night, thought you might be in trouble,” he shrugged.

You gulped; you both knew that was a lie. You both knew that Tomura didn’t think you would be in trouble; he just cared that someone came in. Someone that wasn’t him. 

“Oh, th-thanks for the concern,” you nodded. “Just a friend.” 

“Your little motorcycle friend?”

You look away from him, opting to stay quiet.

“You know how what I told you about other bikers, pudding.”

“But your word isn’t law, Tomura.”

“As long as you live in my territory, yes it is.”

“Maybe I don’t want to live in your territory anymore.”

“Care to repeat that?”

“I’m tired of you constantly dictating my life, Tenko!”

“I told you to never call me by that name,” he growls, placing Neo on the counter.  “You’ve blatantly disobeyed me and I’ve just about had it!”

Stepping towards you, he reaches for your shirt, growling when you step back, nearly missing your collar. “G-get out, Tomura,” you stammer.

“No. You’re coming with me. You’re gonna fucking learn why you should never mess with me.  I'll make fucking sure you don't get any ideas under my watch.”

“No! L-leave me alone!” you shout, yelping when he grabs at you again before running towards your front door. Fumbling with the lock, you yelp when a pair of arms wrap around your torso before a cloth pushes its way into your face. “What the fuck?! Toga?! Let me go!” you struggle against her, knocking a couple things over. 

“Easy, pudding. Wouldn’t want to wake up anybody,” Tomura chuckles as your vision starts to fade.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. Boss’s orders,” she sighs, watching you eventually fall unconscious. Her mind filled with guilt as Tomura called out to her.

“Shh, go to sleep. Toga, take her to the house. I need to make a call.”

Once Hitoshi got to the hideout, he slipped inside as the rest of the group were consoling a distraught Hanta. 

“Any updates?” Eijirou asks as Hanta wipes his tears away.

“They said he has three bruised ribs and a broken nose. He’s gonna need therapy.”

“Everything will be okay, Sero. Just calm down….”

“No! I will not calm down!” He practically shouted. “My boyfriend’s hurt and it’s all Hitoshi and his girlfriend’s fault!”

“Woah, hold on, what the hell did she have to do with this?! And she’s not my girlfriend!” Hitoshi growls, his demeanor switching from consoling to defensive.

“The doctors were saying Denki mumbled something about masks and a League. Who else do we know would fucking target him, pendejo? Maldito hijo de puta! None of this would’ve happened if she had kept her weird little relationship with whatever the hell his name is to herself and you didn’t go nosing around in people’s business!” He runs his hands through his hair, groaning. “We should’ve just stayed out of it!”

“You think she wanted to be in that situation! How would you feel if you had to make your life rotate around a singular person and gang, who force you to obey their rules and punish you whenever they see fit?! That’s not a choice, that’s borderline tyranny! I’m going to go ask Y/n, about this. When you’re ready to stop victim blaming, let me know.”

Hitoshi turns around, and storms out of the hideout as Kyoka and Eijirou call out to him. Checking his phone, he texts you, slightly worried when you don’t answer, considering it’s your lunchtime, and you usually text him videos or images of the cats living in the cafe.

Driving as fast as he could to the cafe, he parks outside and rushes in, accidentally startling one of the cats.

“Welcome to the Paw-fee House! How can I help you on this purr-fect day?” Tsuyu smiles.

“Hi. Is Y/n here?” Hitoshi asks before looking down as Cookie Shake bats at his pant leg.

“No, actually. It’s weird, though. Normally, she calls in or texts us, letting us know, but she didn’t say anything. I tried calling her but the number came up as blocked, which was weird.”

“Someone text me earlier using her phone. They were saying to stop texting her and that pudding is mine, and I thinkshe might be in danger.”

“You should probably talk to the police.”

“They won’t do anything besides sit on their asses. I can’t sit around and do nothing while Y/n probably in danger. She’s selfless, and so compassionate—”

“You really like her don’t you?”

“Maybe…” he mumbles.

“Then follow your heart.”

Hitoshi checked his phone, making sure he was at the correct address. Slipping inside the empty warehouse, a laugh echoed throughout the walls, sending a chill down Hitoshi’s spine and irritating him further, “Who’s there?!” Hitoshi whipped around, fists clenched.

“Over here,” A figure revealed itself from the shadows. “It’s finally nice to meet you… Hitoshi Shinsou.”

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[born-to-lose]

Hello, I'm your boyfriend

Pairing: Slash x fem!reader

Requested by anon

Summary: Slash comes to your rescue when you run into your ex by pretending to be your boyfriend.

Tags: fake dating, fluff

Words: 716

A/N: That's my first Guns N' Roses fic in ages (and it's not really good), but don't worry, I haven't forgotten about your requests! I'll get to them as soon as possible. This one's for you @aggressive-slytherin!

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When you decided to go to the club to see a band play, you didn't expect - and also really didn't want or need - to run into your ex-boyfriend Scott by the bar.

He had this seemingly nice bright smile on his face, but you could tell it was fake. While the two of you had still been together, he would look at you like that every time he had fucked up, usually accompanied by flowers or some other gift. You could always see right through him and asked what he had done, but his response was only ever, "Nothing, I just wanted to show you how much I love you." Of course that wasn't true and his constant lying and cheating eventually led to your breakup.

"I was thinking maybe we could have a fresh start?" Scott suggested, trying to sound genuine. You must admit he was a good actor - or at least good enough to make you believe he was serious about your relationship for years - but you didn't fall for his games anymore. There was no way he would ever change and even if he was a slightly different person now, you didn't have the energy to deal with him again.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "There's a reason why I broke up with you."

"C'mon," he begged, "you need to get over that! I've changed. Give me a second chance!"

"This would be your sixth chance, Scott," you said simply, turning to walk away from him.

He reached out to wrap his arm around you, but you shrugged him off, really pissed off now. Suddenly, you felt someone else's hand on your shoulder. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" he asked protectively.

You turned around to see a young man with long dark curly hair that covered most of his face standing next to you. Realizing he was going to pretend to be your boyfriend in order to help you get rid of Scott, you played along. "That's my ex," you explained, glaring at said person.

The man blew some hair out of his face and looked daggers at Scott. "Fuck off, man. She's taken. And don't fucking touch her again unless you want to take this outside," he threatened.

"Whatever, bitch," Scott muttered, finally giving up and buzzing off. Thank God he had never been one to get into fistfights because you'd rather not cause one between your ex-boyfriend and someone you didn't even know in the middle of a busy club.

Once he was out of earshot, the stranger removed his hand from your shoulder. "Sorry for barging in like that. I've just been watching you - not in a weird way of course - and I saw him hit on you and thought you could need some help," he hastily explained, worried that you might think he's a creep. "My name's Slash by the way."

You gave him a small smile. "Thanks for stepping in, I really appreciate it. I'm (y/n)."

Slash returned the smile and ran a hand through his curls which fell into his eyes just a second later. To be honest, he was kind of cute and you couldn't help but smile wider.

"Um… would you maybe want to get a drink after the show?" he asked after a pause. "I'd really like to get to know you a bit, but I need to be on stage in a couple of minutes."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, so your band is playing tonight?"

He nodded proudly. "Yup. But that's not an answer to my question."

Since he sounded so eager, you decided to keep him in suspense a little longer. "So you don't only want to pretend to be dating me is what I'm hearing?" you teased in a low voice.

"Maybe so," he replied in the same tone, smirking.

You were silent for a moment, keeping eye contact with him before eventually saying, "Okay, then I'll see you later?"

Slash broke out into a wide smile. "Yes, just wait here and I'll meet you as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy the show!"

With that, he left and pushed through the crowd to get to the backstage area. Seems like you do need to be grateful that you ran into your ex after all…

[your-daily-biaswrecking]

Bunny Dance

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

genre: smut, crack, established relationship au

word count: 5k   | reading time: 30 min

summary: You really didn't think Jungkook was serious when you made those bets- betting a sexy performance to each other because it was funny. Yet here he was, waiting for you to give him a striptease. And being very serious about it. This is definitely going to end the way you think it is. 

warnings: softdom!kook, sub!reader, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, swearing, sexy dance moves (jungkook dancing is a warning on its own!), domestic uwu,  it’s super dorky in the beggining and super intense later

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You heard the door shut, so you assumed your boyfriend was home, and then not two seconds later he burst into your bedroom, making you jump slightly.

"What are you doing?" he asked hastily. You were just lying in bed, scrolling on your phone, you thought that was pretty obvious.

"What am I doing?" you murmured, confused.

"You should be undressing right now!" Jungkook exclaimed, and suddenly loud music was coming from god knows where. But not just any music. It was "You can leave your hat on" by Joe Cocker.

"Excuse me?" you shrieked, throwing your phone away and sitting up to stare at him.

Your boyfriend smirked, swaying his hips and shoulders to the rhythm. "You heard me. You owe me a striptease."

Oh, now he had got to be joking. "Do not!" you argued.

"Yes, you do! Don't try to get out of it, sweetheart. You lost the bet and you know what that means."

Your mouth dropped open and you tried your best to look shocked or mad, but it was getting really hard to keep a straight face when Jungkook was doing one of the silliest dances in front of you. You don't think you had ever seen him this excited before. Pushing the covers away and getting on your feet, you fought through the blush creeping on your cheeks by looking away from his stare and shaking your head in disbelief.

"That was just a joke!"

But Jungkook raised a finger in protest. "No! No way! We shook hands on it, baby! You agreed that if I could shower faster than you, you'd give me a striptease. And I was faster–"

"I didn't actually think–"

"–by a full minute–"

"–that you would do it!"

"–and 43 seconds, baby!" Jungkook kept talking over you. "We made a bet!"

"Yeah, but that was only 'cause you always take an hour in there and we had to hurry!"

He shook his head dramatically. "I don't care! It was a bet!"

"And you have short hair so it's normal that you–"

"Nah, nah, I don't care, baby!" Jungkook interrupted you, moving closer and trying to grab your shirt. "You shouldn't have made the bet if you didn't want to."

You quickly smacked his hands away from you. "You!" You pointed an accusing finger at him. "You lost a bet the other week, but I didn't make you do anything!"

The boy just grinned at you with his teeth in full display, shrugging his shoulders. "Not my fault. You should have asked for your prize if you wanted to."

"Oh!" you laughed. "Then you own me a lap dance, too!"

Jungkook started taking his jacket off, and for a second you thought he got right into it. But he was just laughing at you. "No.…  You can't just do that now. I asked for my striptease." He threw his jacket on the ground and started moving closer to you again, the action seeming way more sexual than it was just because of the music still ringing in the background. You stretched your arms out to make sure you keep a distance while backing up.

"Yeah, but my bet came first. So your lap dance should come first," you tried to use reason in a completely unreasonable situation. When the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, you jumped on it and stood up, towering over the man that usually was the one on top. You chuckled. Seeing his excited face was amusing all on its own, but the height difference really added to it.  

Jungkook hugged your legs so that you wouldn't move farther away from him, gaining a short, high pitch shriek from you. "You're only asking for that because I asked first. It's not fair."

"What's not fair is you trying to get a sexy show out of me when you have deprived me of mine!" you chuckled, holding onto his shoulders for balance.

"You never asked!" Jungkook insisted, strengthening his grip when he felt you trying to get away.

"I'm asking right now!" you called out, almost falling on him entirely.

Jungkook stared at you through his lashes for a couple of seconds, and then, with a quick shift and a yelp from you, swooped your legs up and let your back crush on the mattress. Within a moment, he had caged you underneath him.

"Alright then," he talked slowly, with a low tone and his voice huskier. His tongue ran over his bottom lip as his eyes ran over your body under him. "I'll give you your lap dance. But you have to give me my striptease first."

You wanted to laugh, just like you had been doing all this time, but your boyfriend's gaze on you made you choke. You would never get used to that, apparently. Finally finding the strength to make your arms work again, you pushed on his chest, trying to get him off.

"I don't even know how to do that..."

"Sure you do. You just take your clothes off, that simple," Jungkook smirked. "Now, stop acting like a child, and let me see your boobs!"

"Oh, I'm acting like a child? Do you even listen to yourself?" But instead of answering, Jungkook just pouted at you. Dirty way to play the game– he knew you could never resist that pout. "Alright," you sighed. "But on one condition: I choose the song I strip to!"

Jungkook immediately pulled away, getting up and freeing you from his strong body. "No, no deal," he rejected. "You're going to choose a stupid one like- like that Lazy Town song!" Your mouth flew right open. And Jungkook's did too. "Oh my god, you were going to choose that, weren't you?"

You screamed out laughing then. "We are number one!" you cackled. You couldn't even hear your boyfriend's repeated displays of utter despair and refusal over your awe of how in sync you had been.

Eventually, you calmed down and looked at him. He was still pouting, this time with some puppy eyes thrown in the mix. You got up and wrapped your arms around his slim waist.

"Okay, okay... You choose any song you like, but I can't promise I'll be serious about it," you said and Jungkook glowed up with excitement again. "But it can't be this one, turn this off, please." And he did, right away, turning the famous striptease song off, that had either been playing on repeat by now or was just a lot longer than you remembered.

He started looking through his song library, humming a reaction to every song he had saved under his sex playlist. He looked so enthusiastic but also casual about it, you wondered how many times he had done this before. The thought alone maybe you cower in your own clothes, twisting the hem of your shirt nervously. What if he was used to getting stuff like these from his previous girlfriends and you let him down? Because you had definitely not done this before.

You cleared your throat yet still didn't get his attention. "So... Do- do I change? Into something, you know, else? Or..." you mumbled under your breath.

Jungkook shook his head without taking his eyes off his phone screen. "No, you're fine."

You looked down at yourself. "But... I'm just in my pajamas."

"Uh-huh," Jungkook hummed, still not looking at you.

You cleared your throat again. "Shouldn't I be wearing something sexier?" you gulped.

Finally, he looked at you. His eyes ran over your body quickly before a smirk appeared on his lips. "You look sexy, baby. Plus, it's not about what you're wearing but about what you're not!" He winked at you and went back to searching for a song.

You felt your cheeks flare up at his words and dared to take a few steps closer to him, feeling more comfortable. "You seem to know a lot about this, Kookie," you said raising your eyebrows and he gifted you a glance to check your expression.

He sighed with a smile. "I don't, but I can't wait to find out tonight, baby. What do you think about Or Nah?"

You scrunched your nose. "Oh, no. Absolutely not."

"Rihanna's Needed me?"

You cocked your head to the side, thinking about it. "I guess?"

But Jungkook gasped. "Oh, I know! Earned it. By the Weeknd." You opened your mouth but before you could say anything, Jungkook hushed you. "I know you love this one, come on, baby." He hit play and dropped the phone away, placing both of his hands on your waist, his palms oddly warm on you even over the clothes. "Let me see your body move to this."

You pulled away, still not feeling entirely ready for this, but just the way your boyfriend was looking at you was enough to get you moving. Your fingers found the top button of your pajama shirt and lingered there. The boy in front of you moved to take a seat on your bed, staring at your eyes with his wide and awaiting ones. You didn't understand why he wanted this, it's not like he had never seen you naked before, but you still unbuttoned that first button.

Jungkook took a breath, his eyes falling to your hands on your chest. You unbuttoned another one. You weren't wearing a bra –because who does that inside the house?– and now that was becoming apparent to your boyfriend, too.

"I- I don't know what to do..." You mumbled to excuse the way you were just standing there, in front of him, undoing your shirt with an unknown nervousness.

"Hmm..." Jungkook growled in the back of his throat, a sound that made your stomach flip. A sound that meant he was enjoying his show, even if you didn't understand how or why. "Just do what you want, baby," he told you.

The song seemed to be moving so fast, you thought you wouldn't be able to undress before it was over. So you just ripped the rest of the buttons open. And Jungkook took a sharp breath in as your stomach was revealed to him, up until your round tummy under your bellybutton. His reactions, his hungry eyes, the noises he was trying not to make... it all helped you be more confident. Your breasts were still concealed behind the fabric, and before revealing them, you decided to turn around. Your back facing him. And then you slowly let the silk clothing slip from your shoulders.

"Oh, baby..." Jungkook inhaled through his teeth when he realized you were teasing him. Seconds ago you were a shy, awkward mess who didn't want to do this, and now you were giving him a seductive, piercing gaze over your shoulder as your back was getting bare inch by inch. You let the shirt fall completely to the ground. "Turn around, sweetheart," Jungkook said in a raspy voice, which only made you giggle.

Instead of listening to him, you let your head drop back. Back until your hair was falling over your shoulder blades and his eyes could almost see more than your neck. You raked your fingers through your hair, moving it around in what you hoped was a lustful way before you let your hands travel down your body. You felt your breasts, your stomach, your waist, your love handles… You touched all of you the way Jungkook only did. Your fingers slid under your pants and you started pulling them down, slowly, while moving your hips to the rhythm.

Jungkook groaned your name, getting deliciously frustrated. He could see your underwear, some plain black cotton panties covering up half of your ass, and it felt like such an achievement. The moment your pants hit the floor, you stepped out of them and turned a little to the side, allowing him the view of your side profile, the swell of your breast, the bump of your ass.

But the song started fading away and you quickly covered yourself with your arms, turning away from him again.

"Oh, it's over!" you called.

"No!" Jungkook jumped up. "No, no, c'mon. That was such a short song, no, you have to finish!" he objected, again and again.

You shook your head and laughed. "Oh, it's not my fault you chose a short song." The music had moved on to the next sexy song, but you just stayed still.

"Baby, you need to finish," your boyfriend said in the most demanding voice he could muster at that moment, but you were unmoved. You glanced at him over your shoulder- he was pouting, with his eyebrows frowned and his chest swelling. You had to bite your lip. He looked so hot. You let your eyes drop lower, and lower, until they reached his crotch.

"I can't believe that worked..." you mumbled at the sight of a very hard Jungkook, straining through his grey sweatpants. You had barely done anything and yet your boyfriend looked ready to risk it all for you. It astonished you, truly, how easily this boy got turned on by you. He must truly love you, you thought.

"Baby..." he started to say.

"It's my turn now!" you informed him and quickly bent down to grab your shirt. However, Jungkook had different plans.

"Oh, hell no!" he exclaimed as he jumped from the bed, grabbing your body from behind and immobilizing you. "If you're not going to at least finish getting undressed for me, baby, you're not allowed to put anything on."

"Jungkook!" you whined.

The boy just buried his nose behind your ear and planted a soft kiss on your neck. "I'm not taking no for an answer," he whispered in your ear. "If you want me to give you a lap dance, my condition is you stay exactly the way you are right now."

Defeated, you dropped your arms from your breasts and stood straight up again, pressing on his body more while doing so. Feeling just what you had caused down there, flushed on your lower back. A moan was caught on your throat.

"Alright," you whispered back. "Do I choose the song?"

You heard Jungkook sniff your hair before he gave you another kiss on the back of your neck and pulled away. "Sure. Choose whatever you want." It was said in a warm whisper. Then he walked out of the room. You frowned at the open door for a second, wondering where he was going.

You took his phone in your hands, pausing the random song and thinking what you're going to put on for your price. Low-key wanted to just go for the obvious choice: Pony by Ginuwine. If Jungkook was even slightly aware of the famous dance from Magic Mike, you would definitely want to see him do it. But then again, you thought, you wanted something with a slower beat. Get him to go slow so you can savor every second of it. Is there a song like this that also happens to last, say, 10 minutes?

Your boyfriend walked back in with a chair in his hold. "What's this?" you asked.

"If I'm giving you a lap dance, I'm doing it the right way," he explained as he planted that chair in the middle of the room. He looked at you, eyes glistening, glancing at your exposed chest and back at your flustered face. "Did you choose?"

You felt frozen for a moment, paralyzed at the sight of your way too confident and ready-for-this boyfriend. Exactly what was he planning to do? "Uh... Yeah," you said, and you looked at the screen, looking at the first song that was on it. "All Mine, PLAZA." Sure, that's good enough.

Jungkook nodded. He walked to you and took the phone from your hands. "Sit," he ordered.

Without waiting to be told twice, you slid on that chair, holding your hands over your well pressed together lap. You stared at Jungkook examining his phone from the corner of your eye and you gulped. He pushed his hair back with one hand and pressed play with the other. His eyes were immediately on you.

Jungkook dragged his feet through the floor until he was in front of you, grabbing the hem of his black t-shirt and lifting it to reveal half of his torso in a quick tease. He swayed to the music some more, giving you a couple more choreographed moves before he dropped down to a handstand at the first sound of the lyrics. His hands on the floor, as he came down slowly to grind on it, and then thrust a couple of times powerfully. He twisted and slid on the tiles, grabbing the legs of your chair to lift himself, crotch first, until he was towering over your seated form. His eyes found yours and you couldn't help but feel your whole face burn, a moan, or perhaps a prayer of his name, threatening to escape your lungs.

He straddled your lap and you suddenly didn't know what to do with your hands. As if reading your mind, Jungkook grabbed them, intertwining your fingers fast and pushing your hands behind your head, while he started grinding on you. A shaky breath left from your parted lips as his grinds became more aggressive right before he released you and got up. He walked behind you until you couldn't see him. But then you felt him, his hands traveling down your sides, his breath hitting your ear. Suddenly, you yelped as you felt like you were falling backward, and grabbed onto his arms for protection. But Jungkook was the one who pushed your chair back, just like he pushed it back down as he jumped in front of you again, using your hands to pull you close to his body. He grabbed your jaw and brought it close to his, his lips only a breath away from your own, as the rest of his body slowly moved farther away.

With the chorus dropping, Jungkook held the back of your head while he thrust up in the air, his crotch coming dangerously close to your face. And just as fast, he was gone again. You whined as you saw him perform for you from a distance that offered no physical contact. His hands danced under his shirt, riding it up, until it was caught on his head and forcefully thrown across the room. You drooled over your boyfriend's body, over the way his muscles moved along with him. No matter how many times you saw him, you would never get used to this view. That, you could promise.

Your boyfriend got on his knees, crawling fiercely to you. His hands landed on your legs and, without missing a beat, he forced them open.

"Jungkook," you called, but he wouldn't listen. He buried his face right into your center. You moaned loudly as he ground his face on you a couple of times, and then moved higher. His back arched and your hand in his, Jungkook guided you to feel him up, run your fingers down his abs, grab the hem of his sweats, and pull down to reveal the beginning of his pubes. You called him again, but he didn't stop.

He was gone again. Moving to the rhythm of the song you had chosen, his eyes always on your own, his intentions always feral. He was truly giving you the worst he had to offer, in the best way possible. And you couldn't understand how you were the one who asked for this. Or, better yet, how you hadn't asked for this earlier.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire and you couldn't even register everything that was happening. He was there, then he wasn't. Jungkook's hands were on you again, playing with your hair, making you beg. Beg for something not even you were sure what it was. He was grinding on you and thrusting in the small space between you, and all you could do was stare. Until he grabbed both of your arms and pulled you to your feet.

You were terrified, your legs could barely work by then, but Jungkook held you by the waist and moved his hips on yours, making sure you could feel just how hard he was for you. His hands traveled south until he grabbed your ass, squeezing it, and then he pushed.

You gasped as he made you jump, wrapping arms and legs around his body. His face was all over your breasts, grinding and licking. You felt something cold touch your back and you squealed. You were being pressed against the mirror.

"God, Jungkook," you gasped, as he adjusted himself to be able to thrust on you in beat with the song. Your head fell back, your eyes literally rolling up until all you saw was darkness, an animalistic growl roaring out of you. "Oh my god, Jungkook, please just fuck me already!"

You heard a groan, and immediately your back was being released from the mirror and meeting the floor instead, one hand protecting the back of your head from the abrupt collision. Then your wrists were pinned over you, then one leg was pushed up until your knee hit your chest while the other made room for him to grind his dick right on your clothed clit.

"I'd be fucking you already if you had finished getting undressed..."

Your wrists strained against his hold in a pitiful way. "Please..." you begged, and he stopped moving. His eyes examined your burning face with a smirk.

"You enjoying the show?" he asked, out of breath, realizing the song was coming to an end. He lowered his face in your neck and started sucking and biting down on it. 

"Hmm, please..." you murmured again as if it was the only thing you knew how to say, and you raised your hips to grind on him, already addicted to the feeling.

"You gonna take those panties off for me now?" you heard his voice come muffled between the kisses on your collarbone. As a response, you ground harder on him, and Jungkook suddenly pulled away. He looked at you, growled, and grabbed your black panties from the sides. Moving away from your legs, he pulled them down until he could throw them away completely.

"C'mere, babe," he mumbled to himself as he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you suddenly with force until your naked pussy was flashed against his crotch. Slowly, he moved over you, his hard dick inside his sweatpants poking at your clit on purpose with the most agonizing pace, as he hummed and moaned, watching your desperate form squirm, your unfocused eyes water, your open mouth, your burning skin... Stalling as if he had all the time in the world. "Did you like it, baby? My dance?" he asked and all you could do was moan in response. This wasn't the time to make small talk.

Your nails dug in his bare back. "Please, Kookie... I need you."

"I know you do, baby." Jungkook pulled his hips away and looked down. There was a dark grey stain right on the tip of his dick from your juices. "Fuck..." he groaned. "You're so wet for me, baby." So wet he didn't have to do anything to prep you. You were literally oozing out your want for him to fill you up. With his right hand, he pushed his pants down until he was able to pull out his dick. He wasn't wearing any underwear, had taken it off when he was gone to get the chair.

Jungkook grabbed the side of your neck with one hand, almost half choking you, while he pumped himself a couple of times with the other. He brought the tip to your folds, moving it up and down to coat himself in your wetness, to grind on your clit one more time and gain another moan from your pretty lips, to torture you a for little longer.

"You want me to fuck you raw, baby?"

"Yes, yes!" you exclaimed, anguished. "Just fuck me already!"

He pressed his thump on your neck a bit more, while clicking his tongue disapprovingly. "Such a desperate little slut, aren't you? Careful," he warned.

Finally, he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed inside of you slowly.

"Ohh... Fuck!" you moaned, your nails marking him even further as your head fell back. His hand released your throat to grab your breast and squeeze hard as he started moving. He pulled all the way out, then pushed all the way back in until he bottomed. He ground in there a couple of times, nudging your cervix softly, then pulled all the way back out.

"Faster, Kookie" you whined.

Jungkook stopped. He grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. "You don't get to give orders here," he told you. And gave you a hard thrust that made you scream. "I do what I want, yeah?" Another hard thrust.

"Oh! Ohh, yes..."

"If I wanna fuck you hard and slow, that's what I'll do," he added, but in contrast to his words, he started picking up the pace. He buried his face in your neck, his warm, quick breaths tickling your sensitive skin. You moved your hands to his hair and started pulling. His pace kept getting faster and his moans sounded like he was already about to cum, but he didn't falter at all. Your mouth found access to the top of his ear and you bit down on it.

"Shit!" Jungkook exclaimed and pulled away, hovering over your face and staring at you. "Babe..." He mumbled, grabbing the back of your knees and pushing toward your chest. When he thrust inside of you again, you could feel him so much deeper than before.

"Oh my god, Kook," you moaned, trying to move along with him to better hit the part inside you you most needed.

"I- I can feel it," he mumbled, biting his lip and rolling his hips inside of you, instead of pulling out and thrusting back in.

"Ah, yes, baby! Right there, make me come," you asked. Ready to please, Jungkook pushed two fingers inside your mouth for you to wet them, then pressed them on your clit, rubbing slow circles.

"Is that what you wanted, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning down and smirking at you.

You nodded deliriously. "More," you rasped.

With a groan, Jungkook made his thrusts quick and hard, his whole hand pressing down over your clit so much that he could feel himself inside you. He growled at the feeling -at the idea- of him being so deep.

He gave you a little kiss. "Is that enough, baby?"

You had to put so much effort into keeping your eyes on his. "Ah, yes! So good! Baby, you're so good." Your boyfriend smiled at the praise and kissed you again, more deeply. He pushed his tongue against yours aggressively in the exact way he knew you liked, trying to get you to cum. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you were getting so close you had absolutely zero control over your own body.

"Are you about to cum, love?" Jungkook pulled away to ask. "Sh- fuck! I can feel it. Cum- cum for me, baby. Let me make you feel good, yeah?"

The moment you opened your eyes, and you saw how your boyfriend's dark, blown, dangerous eyes were staring at you as if you were the most gorgeous being in the world, expecting to get an orgasm out of you, that was the moment you peaked. And you screamed his name but were silenced by him kissing you to amplify your pleasure. Jungkook picked up his pace, fucking you hard through your high until he couldn't take it anymore, so he pulled out and immediately came all over your tummy.

Your boyfriend fell next to you, facing the ceiling and trying to catch his breath. You turned your head just enough to be able to see him through your peripheral vision because your body was absolutely incapable of doing anything more than that. He looked so beautiful, you noticed. His hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes shut closed and his nose scrunched up in an expression that seemed almost painful, yet you knew it was because of his orgasm. His Adam's apple bopping up and down every time he swallowed a breath whole.

"I love you so much," you admitted suddenly. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Jungkook chuckled. "Wow, so in sync. I was just thinking that about you." You smiled, flustered by his sweet words. His head turned to your side and he checked you out. "Give me a minute, baby, and I'll clean you up, yeah?" So he also couldn't move.

You bit your lip to stop you from giggling. "So no round two?"

His eyebrows shot up in his forehead. "Oh? Sure, yeah... Are you willing to get on top?"

You both chuckled. You felt like you could finally move your hand a bit, so you raised it to grab his. "You know, that was amazing. Your dancing."

"I liked it," he admitted.

"Honestly, you looked like you've been waiting for this your entire life," you laughed.

"I have, actually!" Jungkook interjected. He stretched slightly. "You definitely know from now on what we'll be betting on all our bets, right?"

You shook your head with a smile. "I could never be as good as you. Did you not see how awkward my striptease was?"

"What are you talking about, that shit was adorable and sexy as fuck!"

You laughed, covering your mouth. You moved closer to him, cuddling his side. "No, but... I definitely don't mind betting lap dances. I mean, I always win, anyway."

"If we end up fucking like that every time, I win even when I don't win!"

You chuckled and gave your boyfriend a small kiss on his cheek. "Yeah, yeah... Anything you say, bunny."