#i wanna eat even less; have to eat so i don’t faint; i eat shitty fucking food; i loathe myself after

[ghost-ghost-baby]

We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 4/5

Pt 1 // 2 // 3 // (to b linked)

Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.

Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated

“I think we should move in together, as a trial ya know! See how things go?”

“There’s no way I’m moving into your shitty fucking apartment, Deku.”

The three of you were on the couch in your apartment, you were stuck in the middle, literally, with Katsuki’s head on your shoulder and Izuku’s legs thrown over your lap. It was uh… interesting! That was for sure! You’d kissed Katsuki without thinking after he’d agreed, and tripped over yourself apologising once you’d realised what you’d done. He’d told you to shut the fuck up and had then pulled you back in, and everything seemed to fall into place. Then you’d texted Izuku saying Katsuki had agreed, and told him to come over so the three of you could talk. It… could be going better, truth be told.

“Izuku, would you be open to staying here? The three of us can stay in my room, I think that’s more of a neutral ground?”

“Oh I would love to-!” Izuku grinned, leaning forward and gently grabbing your face to pull you into a kiss. You had to pull away when Katsuki growled, although it turned into a purr when you quickly pressed your lips to his. This wasn’t going to be easy, was it?

Moving Izuku’s stuff in had taken most of the afternoon, and Katsuki had insisted on moving some of his clothes and blankets into your room too. You didn’t really get it, but you were just trying to make this go as smoothly as possible. For the moment, however, it was peaceful. Katsuki was cooking dinner, he’d threatened to only do it if you were in there with him, so you were standing behind him with your arms wrapped around his waist and your head on his shoulder. Izuku was in the shower, and Katsuki was using every ounce of willpower to not completely melt under your touch, especially when you’d let your nose brush against his scent gland. You had no idea what you were doing to the omega, the content feeling that filled your being emptied your mind of anything except Katsuki’s warmth and how perfectly he fit against you and you really should have done this sooner, shouldn’t you?

“Wow Kacchan, that smells great!” Izuku entered the kitchen, and Katsuki was too calm to do anything but let out a half assed growl.

“How was your shower? Did you work out the water okay?” You tilted your head to look at him, he was wearing your shirt that fell to mid thigh, and you felt yourself blush as you reached out an arm.

“Yeah it was like a dream!” He chirped, wasting no time cuddling up to you, one arm going around you and the other resting on Katsuki’s waist. The blonde tensed for a moment, but it was still so comforting, he couldn’t bring himself to complain or tell Deku to fuck off.

“No, the right side has always been my side, you can sleep on the fucking left!” Katsuki hissed, trying not to wake you up. The three of you had watched a movie after dinner, (getting into a position on the couch everyone was happy with had been a struggle) and you’d fallen asleep halfway through, so Katsuki had carried you to the room, managing to not wake you up, although his attempts were futile as you stirred in his arms.

“Guys- m’tired can we just… sort it out tomorrow? Please?” You were still half asleep, too tired to even open your eyes when you spoke.

“There you go, Deku, you get to sleep on the left.” Katsuki was far too smug, and Izuku had to push down a growl. You needed to sleep, and what kind of a mate would he be if he got in the way of that.

“Fine… but Y/n goes in the middle.”

“Obviously! Like I would want your clingy ass all over me while I tried to sleep.” Katsuki snapped back, although the it lacked any real venom as he was pulling back the covers and gently setting you in the middle. You shuffled around a bit to get comfortable, letting out a purr when your mates got into bed and turning to the right on instinct. Katsuki smirked at Izuku, you were facing him! But Izuku only rolled his eyes, pressing his entire body up against yours and tangling your legs together before he threw an arm over your waist. Then it was his turn to smirk when you moved your hand down to meet his, sleepily doing your best to intertwine your fingers , and Katsuki could only huff. Still, he snuggled close to your front, gently lifting your head so his arm could go underneath it and then putting his head as close to your scent gland as he could get. Then he threw his leg over yours, and Deku’s -who was already out like a light-, and closed his eyes, feeling far more comfortable than he’d expected.

“Thank you, Katsuki, I know this isn’t easy for you.” He barely made out what you mumbled, to be honest he wasn’t even sure if you’d remember, but it had him blushing nonetheless.

You woke up to rather insistent nipping at your scent gland, so much to the point that it was slightly swollen, and Izuku was so drenched in your scent you couldn’t even tell that he was an omega.

“’Zuku what’re you… ‘s sensitive…” you couldn’t bring yourself to push him off, it felt… good- but with one last kiss Izuku was pulling away and you couldn’t help but pout.

“C’mon Y/n! We’ve got class, I don’t wanna find out what Mr. Aizawa is like when he’s mad!” How was Izuku this awake in the morning?

“Five more minutes- please…” You whined, burying your face in Katsuki’s shoulder to try and block out the light.

“Nope, we gotta get breakfast on the way, and I need to scent you before we go, plus you need to get dressed!” God he was persistent, and you were surprised how easily the omega hauled you out of bed, seriously- he has to work out, right?

“Alpha, c’mon, please!” That had you wide awake, and judging from the way Izuku grinned at you the omega knew exactly what he was doing.

“Fine, but you owe me.” You groaned, although you went over to your closet to pick out an outfit even as you grumbled, glancing back at Katsuki occasionally. How the fuck was he still fast asleep? You’d have to leave him a note.

“Okay, you ready to go?” You zipped up your backpack, hefting it over your shoulder before you turned to Izuku.

“Almost, I want to scent you before we go, so people know we’re together.” He mumbled, eyes fixed on the ground and you almost dropped your backpack as a flush spread over your face. You didn’t think you’d be hearing that today, and it wasn’t a question, the way he stated it made a shiver run through you. It made sense, though, you were still unmarked, and your scent drenched him so heavily he smelled like an alpha, it was only fair you let him repay the favour.

“O-okay- do you want me to sit on the couch-“

“Yes please.” Izuku finally had the courage to meet your eyes, he was so scared you were going to say no, but you just nodded, placing your bag on the table before you took a seat on the couch. He almost fainted when you bared your neck, although your eyes were fixed on the ground he couldn’t help the power he felt, you already trusted him enough to submit like this? He was on cloud nine.

“Thank you.” He sat right on your lap and you squeaked, your face on fire as the omega only giggled.

“That’s my good alpha, don’t worry, I’ll make it quick so we can still grab something to eat.” Izuku grabbed your wrists, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stay pliable for him, especially when he brought your wrists up to his neck, humming quietly as he rubbed them over his scent glands. Soon your scent was completely mingled with his, but that wasn’t enough, and Izuku leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your scent gland before he rubbed his scent gland directly over yours. Your vision blacked out for a second, and you couldn’t hold back a whimper as he pulled back, finally satisfied and pressing a kiss to your lips before he got up, offering a hand to you.

“There! Now everyone will know who you belong to!”

“Congratulations bro! Bakugo told us everything that happened!”

“So when’re you gonna like- you know- your birthday is less than a week away!”

“Oi! I told you to shut the fuck up with that bullshit!" Your friends bombarded you with questions the second they saw you, and Katsuki was already fed up with their enthusiasm, especially after they’d grilled him about it all through class.

“Oh hey guys! What happened to asking how I’m going before you bombard me and my mates with questions?” You clicked your tongue at your friends, who didn’t even look guilty, truth be told.

“Did you find the note I left?” That was directed at Katsuki, who only nodded as you pulled him into a hug, his nose wrinkling when all he could smell was Deku. Izuku was making conversation with Kiri, the only one of the group not asking inappropriate questions, and Katsuki grumbled to himself as he pulled you closer to rub his scent gland against yours, letting out a low growl when Mina and Denki cooed.

“Wake me up so I can scent you too next time, okay dumbass?” Katsuki snarled when he was finally satisfied and sure you smelt more like him than Deku.

“You’re impossible to wake up, but I’ll try!” You beamed at your mate, pressing a kiss to his forehead before you turned to your friends.

“They wanna throw us a party.” Izuku slid under your arm, his hands resting on your waist like you’d been together for years.

“No. Absolutely not.” Katsuki shook his head, and Denki let out a disappointed whine at the refusal, turning his puppy eyes to you instead, with Mina joining him.

“C’mon man, this has been in the making for years, please let us throw you guys a mating party! Please!”

“Never leave the house without me scenting you, okay? Or people are gonna think you’re just with him.” Katsuki wasn’t one for PDA, so he rushed you and Izuku home as soon as he could, pushing you down on the couch and yelling for Izuku to close and lock the door behind him.

“I want you to promise, promise me, Alpha?” Katsuki never cooed, or used your title like that, he must’ve been more upset then you thought.

“I promise, I’ll wake you up next time.” You nodded, brain completely short circuiting when Katsuki sat himself on your lap and went right to kissing your neck. Your head tilted back and your eyes fluttered closed of their own accord, your hands resting on the omegas hips and squeezing when he nipped a bit too hard.

“What about me, Kacchan?” Izuku piped up from beside you, when had he gotten there? Katsuki let out a growl at him, but ultimately just clenched his jaw and rested his head on your shoulder, taking deep breath’s until he was calm enough to talk.

“Fine, shitty deku, I’ll scent you too-“

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All We Are

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: V is jealous after Johnny’s date with Rogue, which leads to an honest discussion about where they both stand.

Words: 1.7k

Warning: spoilers for Blistering Love side job, a little angst

A/N: Requested by an anon. This may be a bit different than what you were expecting, but I was in the feels™. Hope you still enjoy :)

Also, can we please talk about how adorable he looks in the gif?? 

The long drive back to the apartment was silent; the utter stillness in the car weighs heavily on V’s mind. Hands gripping tight on the steering wheel, she tries to ignore this unsettling ache she has, not allowing even an ounce of thought to pass. Though she chalks it off as a side effect of the pseudoendotrizine, this strange, hollow feeling of hers continues to stir deep inside, burning, burning and burning.

And so, she switches on the radio and focuses ahead on the stretch of road winding down the North Oak hills, the approaching lights of Night City glowing brighter against the inky skies. A fresh breeze flows into the open windows, dulling the tension for a moment.

A moment of tranquility that ends far too soon, yet it was a moment V’s at least grateful to have.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Johnny points out, the gruff baritone of his voice piercing the air. “An enny for your thoughts?”

Kicking his feet up on the dashboard, his aviators glint in the silver moonlight, making him appear impossibly more obnoxious than he usually is. He acts as if he’s not aware of the recent thoughts plaguing V’s head, but perhaps that truly was the case. If it were, then she would be surprised— Johnny often invades her mind, poking and prodding at things he shouldn’t be. For a while, she assumes he knows.

“Just tired,” V replies monotonously. Her answer was far from a lie; she really was tired. Exhausted, even. All she wants is to collapse into bed, pass out, and hope that for a few short hours, she can forget about today, about everything.

“Huh,” he breathes out, and V spares him not a single glance. “Pretty sure somethin’ was up. You’ve been actin’ weird since we left the drive-in.”

A chuckle rumbles through her chest. V still finds it unusual for Johnny to act so… concerned. Almost caring, if she had to be honest. She’s noticed a change in him recently, which became apparent after their conversation in the oil fields. He’s a lot softer now, sometimes sweet, both in his own unique way, of course. As if his rough edges were slightly smoothed out with sandpaper, enough that they no longer cut and make her bleed.

V would often catch him staring when he thinks she’s not looking. She also doesn’t fail to miss the small smile that creeps across his face as she talks. And in those passing seconds that lasts an eternity when the relic malfunctions, Johnny was there to offer her comfort. He’d kneel down to the ground while she coils in agony, whispering promises that this will all be over soon. That one way or another, they would get rid of that goddamn chip slotted in V’s head and ultimately save her life.

Life. Life has a funny way of unraveling itself. Fuck, this all seems like a cruel joke the universe is playing on V. Fate is rarely kind to her, a sad fact she’s accepted over the years. Never would she have imagined that after experiencing the pain of heartbreak and loss, she’d find herself falling for someone at the worst possible time.

And that someone is the imprisoned digital ghost of a rockerboy-turned-terrorist studying her from the passenger seat.

But V’s adamant in denying it. Her life was too fucking complicated for this right now.

“Are you capable of shutting the fuck up for two seconds?” V bitterly snaps, the hands on the wheel clenching stiffly as her jaw. “You got what you wanted tonight. Finally got your dick wet after fifty years, so leave me the hell alone, would’ya?!”

She doesn’t mean to act on her muted anger, but it manages to get the best of her. V knows why, and because of it, she crumbles. She crumbles like the walls she’s built around herself. Like the facade she’s been hiding behind for the past couple of months. Because underneath the dirt and grime, V was just a poor, tragic soul, more worried about losing the man she couldn’t have than her awaiting death.

“Really think that’s what happened?” Johnny asks, pushing his shades up to his head as he shifts to sit up straight in his seat.

V grits her teeth, eyes remaining locked on the road. She had woken up an hour or two after Johnny took over, finding her lips still warm, still swollen. Her hair was tousled, and she had been stripped off of most of her clothes; the scent of Rogue’s perfume lingering on her skin. She didn’t need him to recount; it was all clear to her what had transpired. It was what she agreed on to make him happy, a date with the Afterlife fixer and whatever it could lead up to.

In the end, V regretted it, not because Johnny used her body to sleep with someone. But because even after the rollercoaster ride, the dog tags, the private concerts, and the heart-to-heart they had at his gravesite, she still wasn’t his. He was too hung up over Rogue, and she couldn’t blame him. Having shared a lengthy history, there was no doubt Johnny wouldn’t snatch up the opportunity to win her back.

But then where does that leave V?

“The fuck is wrong, V? Don’t make me figure it out by myself.”

Biting the edge of her lip, she ignores Johnny’s latest question and contemplates swallowing an omega blocker. She doesn’t even care that he’s threatening to search for the truth without her permission. Choosing not to do so, he keeps pressing on regardless, and V was getting pissed off. When he doesn’t stop, she loses her temper and slams on the brakes, the Porsche coming to a screeching halt on a dead street.

Huffing, V pulls over to the side, shutting the car’s engine as Johnny is left bewildered by her actions. Peace and quiet. She yearns for peace and quiet, and the pills would do the trick in an instant. Her hand reaches for the bottle in her jacket pocket, the pounding of her heart echoing in her ears. Popping the cap open, she turns her head to the side, unable to help herself. She sees the tenderness etched in his features, a wordless plea shining in his dark eyes.

“V… Tell me.”

V’s gaze slowly falters, her consciousness at war with itself. The storm of anger in her calms, yet she needs to know what her next move is. She’s always been terrible at this sort of thing, dealing with her feelings and shit. Growing up in the streets of Heywood, she’s learned how to shut people out and keep them out. Biggest rule she had imposed on herself was to never, ever fall for a choom, but this time was different. Despite him being a mere figment of her imagination, she feels safe around Johnny, appreciated and content. The two understand each other on a level nobody else has done. They’ve been through literal hell and would only sink further into it to find a way to survive.

A chrome palm comes to rest on V’s cheek, the sensation oddly warm, oddly familiar. Her attention flickers back to Johnny as he strokes her weary face. His touch was delicate, movements careful and controlled. He treats her as if she were porcelain, afraid that his metal hand would cause her to crack. V exhales deeply, relishing the feeling she’s longed from the moment she had broken that dumb rule of hers.

“Go ahead,” she mumbles, giving Johnny consent for him to read her mind. It only takes a second, maybe even less. V half expects his shit-eating grin to make its appearance. She couldn’t forget how cocky he was, and she thought this would certainly rub his ego.

It never comes. Instead, Johnny’s lips turn up into a genuine smile, one softer than the way his black hair falls to frame his face. V swears she was floating; this doesn’t feel all that real to her. It couldn’t be real. But as the first faint slivers of sunlight appear on the horizon, she starts to believe that she isn’t dreaming nor hallucinating. She was still very much wide awake.

“Didn’t know you were the jealous type,” Johnny quips as he leans closer. “You had no reason to be jealous, princess.”

“Why not?”

“Nothin’ happen between Rogue and me,” he clarifies, his fingers pushing back her locks. “Yeah, we made out a little, but I couldn’t go through with it. Wanna know why?”

V nods.

“’Cause I realized that ship sailed a long time ago. We’re too different people now; she’s got her own life, while I got mine sittin’ right here.”

“Johnny…” she murmurs his name as he brings up his other hand to cradle her face. “I wanted to have what you and Rogue had, minus the shitty things you did. But I could feel how much you loved her, how you basically worshipped the ground she walked on. Then I thought, can’t compete with her. She’s a livin’ legend, a badass. Meanwhile, I could be dead the next minute or two, either by this fuckin’ relic or a bullet.”

“Trust me, V, you wouldn’t want that,” Johnny returns, resting his forehead against hers. How could he feel so real? “What you and I have is special. Ain’t felt this way before, not even with Rogue or Alt. Like I said, you’re the fuckin’ closest to me. These feelings you’re afraid of? Shit, I have them too, and I’m fuckin’ terrified. But knowing that you’re here and we both share them, it makes things a lot less scary.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Johnny laughs softly. “Gotta spell it out for ya, huh? Well then, here it goes; V, I love you. I don’t throw that word around randomly, but know that it’s what I feel whenever I think of you.”

V doesn’t waste a second longer. Her lips meet his for a kiss that is gentle and bruising, all at once. They hold one another close, their grasps taut so that the other wouldn’t slip away, not wanting to lose what they’ve gained. Time goes by, ticking in the background as they kiss again and again, but to them, it’s slow, nearly everlasting.

And when it was over, when they finally had to part, they were breathless, panting.

“Love you too, Johnny,” she murmurs into his skin, tone dripping with affection as he hums in response.

Night melds into day, and the city comes back to its fullest life. V kisses Johnny a final time before driving back to the place she calls home, even though she’s found her true one in his heart.

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[jiang cheng x lan xichen coffee shop/bakery AU where everyone is alive and happy and nothing traumatizing happened. some jingyi x jin ling on the side just because.]

-

“Where do you wanna eat?” Jiang Cheng checks the mirror, turns on the blinker and starts to turn the wheel to the left only to let out a curse when the car behind him speeds up suddenly, trying to pass.

“There is this new coffee shop-” Jin Ling trails off.

“For dinner?” Jiang Cheng slams his hand on the horn when the idiot drives past him, but finally manages to change lanes. It’s almost eight-thirty, the traffic shouldn’t be this shitty.

“Yeah.” Jin Ling says. “I’m kind of the in mood for a sandwich.”

Jiang Cheng arches an eyebrow, but shrugs in the end. He’s kind of in the mood for a sandwich too.

-

The coffee shop is near Jin Ling’s school, a small store next to the book shop his sister loves so much. It is warm inside and Jiang Cheng takes off his scarf with a sigh, already eyeing the menu that is hanging on the wall. It smells like coffee and cake and Jiang Cheng’s eyes wander towards the cheesecake on display over the counter. He is supposed to be a on a diet – forced upon him by his sister – but he figures he will get Jin Ling a big slice of cake and his nephew won’t tell her.

A win is a win.

“Oh, hi, Jingyi.” He hears Jin Ling say, turns to watch his nephew waving towards the boy working behind the counter. Huh.

“Hi, Jin Ling.” The boy says, long hair tied on a high ponytail. He looks the same age as Jin Ling, perhaps older, and when he smiles at them, the tip of Jin Ling’s ears turns pink.

Ah.

“What can I get you?” Jingyi asks. Jin Ling does not answer, apparently too busy staring at the other boy and Jiang Cheng huffs out a laugh.

“The meatball sandwich for me.” Jiang Cheng answers, stepping up and nudging his nephew with his elbow. “Jin Ling?”

His nephew blinks, ears going from pink to bright red. “Ah, the same.” He coughs awkwardly. “And a coke.”

“Make that two cokes.” Jiang Cheng says, reaching out for his wallet. “Do you want something else, A-Ling?” He teases, barely managing to hide his smirk.

When Jin Ling does not answer again, too busy glaring daggers at Jiang Cheng, Jingyi huffs out a laugh. “I saved you a piece of your favorite strawberry cake.” He says, his own ears turning pink, but he keeps his eyes on Jin Ling, embarrassed but still confident.

Jin Ling manages to let out a ‘yes, thank you’ before he’s all but running towards a table near the window – and coincidentally far, far away from the counter – leaving Jiang Cheng alone with the other boy. “Anything else, sir?” The boy keeps his eyes on him, holding his ground. Jiang Cheng is known for acting intimidating – Wei Wuxian says it’s his normal face, really – and while he stares at him, Jingyi visibly squirms, despite the bravado, but Jiang Cheng is thoroughly impressed.

“A slice of that cheesecake.” He says, nodding. Jingyi nods back.

-

“So,” Jiang Cheng sits down, “is their sandwich any good?”

Jin Ling groans, dropping his head on the table. “Stop.” Jiang Cheng smirks, reaches out to pat Jin Ling’s head teasingly. His nephew lifts his head up immediately, hands going up to fix his hair.

“Do your parents know?”

“There is nothing to know.” Jin Ling whispers aggressively. “I just – I kind of like him, but – it’s not like I want them asking me questions.”

Well, understandable. The first time Jiang Cheng dated a boy, he was in high school and despite his sister being the sweetest, kindest person in the world, she is also, somehow, terrifying. When she talked to the guy, he was thoroughly scarred for life. And the worst part is that Jiang Cheng couldn’t even be mad at her afterwards, because she genuinely did not know she was scaring him.

He doesn’t know how Jin Zixuan would react, but if he finds out about this, then Jiang Yanli certainly will.

“And you’re the only normal uncle I have.” Jin Ling keeps going. “Like,” Jin Ling waves his hand around, “can you even imagine?” He shudders, looking down at his hands.

Even though the bar is pretty low on that one, Jiang Cheng will take the backhanded compliment and enjoy it. Along with his cheesecake.

-

“Here is your sandwich.” Jingyi says, placing the sandwich in front of Jiang Cheng, along with his coke, and then doing the same with Jin Ling. “I’ll be right back with your cakes.”

Before Jiang Cheng can open his mouth, Jin Ling is already letting out a strangled ‘thank you’, waving at Jingyi’s back.

Once the other boy disappears behind a door with a sign that reads ‘kitchen’, Jin Ling turns to Jiang Cheng with a desperate look on his face. “Help.” He pleads and Jiang Cheng finally lets out the laugh he was trying to hold.

-

“Do you go the same school?” Jiang Cheng asks, eyeing the huge sandwich. This will last him dinner and tomorrow’s breakfast. His sister will kill him.

“Yeah.” Jin Ling answers, already diving for his third bite. Teenagers. “He’s graduating this year and then I’ll never see him again. Jiujiu, this is my last chance!” He says, looking at him with big pleading eyes.

His first thought is that Jin Ling must be spending too much time with Wei Wuxian, but then he remembers the mess that was Jin Zixuan at seventeen and really, it’s not like Jin Ling had much of a chance.

“Have you tried, I don’t know, asking him out?” Jiang Cheng has always been a very upfront person. It has gotten him into trouble before and, more than once, it ended on humiliation and him breaking something out of anger, but it also saved him a lot of time and much heartbreak.

Jin Ling rolls his eyes, opens his mouth to answer, but as if on cue, Jingyi is back with their cakes. His nephew’s expression goes from annoyed to smitten in a nanosecond and Jiang Cheng bites on his sandwich to stop himself from laughing again.

“Holy shit.” He lets out without even thinking, pulls back to stare at the sandwich and frown. “How is this so good?”

Jingyi laughs while Jin Ling slaps a hand over his face, embarrassed, and Jiang Cheng takes another bite curiously. Yeah, the meatballs are so tender they melt in his mouth and the sauce is sweet but with a hint of something spicy and he never thought bread could taste so good.

“Yeah, that happens something.” Jingyi says, still laughing. Jin Ling’s eyes widen as he keeps looking at him, mouth open with an expression of pure adoration.

If the sandwich weren’t so good, Jiang Cheng would have thrown it at his face.

“Can I have another one?” Jiang Cheng asks.

“You didn’t even finish this one!” Jin Ling points out.

“It’s for Wei Wuxian.” Jiang Cheng says. “I’m gonna make him eat it and then not tell him where I got it. It’s going to drive him crazy.” Jin Ling groans, burying his face in his hands.

Jingyi pats his shoulder, friendly, and Jin Ling’s entire body jerks back in surprise and he knocks his glass off the table, breaking it in tiny pieces and spilling coke everywhere.

“I’m sorry!” Jin Ling cries out, kneeling down immediately to try and clean it up, but he only manages to cut himself with a glass shard while Jingyi tries to stop him from moving.

Jin Ling’s cry of pain startles Jiang Cheng from his food induced euphoria and he immediately reaches out for his nephew’s hand, holding a napkin over the cut while Jingyi watches them worriedly.

The sound also manages to grab the attention of some of the other costumers and the coffee shop goes silent, the background noise stopping as everyone looks at them curiously.

“Jingyi,” someone calls, “what happened?”

“It was an accident!” he hears Jingyi answer at the same time Jin Ling yells, “it was my fault!”, followed by the sound of steps getting closer and when Jiang Cheng finally looks up, he comes face to face with the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. And he is wearing crocs.

-

Jiang Cheng is not a snob. He’s been known to only wearing the same pair of black dress pants and purple dress shirt to every social event that requires formal wear, he still owns (and uses) t-shirts that he bought when he was in college and he showed up to Jin Ling’s middle school graduation party wearing jeans. He could not be less of a snob.

But there is something about crocs that he always associated with guys like Wei Wuxian – freelance journalists that don’t care about how they look and sometimes forget to shower because they are too immersed on their job – and not a business owner that can cook delicious meatball sandwiches.

Jiang Cheng feels his eyebrow twitching when the man sits down, pastel blue crocs in plain view, and starts disinfecting Jin Ling’s cut.

“This happens all the time with Jingyi.” The man – “call me, Lan Xichen” – says, smiling at Jiang Cheng’s nephew. He has the kindest smile Jiang Cheng has ever seen on someone who is not his sister.

Jin Ling looks at the other boy shyly. Jingyi simply shrugs. “I always born clumsy.”

Lan Xichen huffs out a laugh. “That is true.” He agrees, reaching out for the band-aids. He sticks one over Jin Ling’s cut and squeezes his shoulder softly. “So, you’re Jin Ling. Jingyi talks a lot about you.”

“Oh,” Jin Ling goes bright red, then risks a glance at Jingyi who is already looking at him, “really?”

“Well,” Jingyi’s shrugs bashfully, “yeah.”

“Oh.” Jin Ling repeats, straightening up and puffing up his chest like a peacock. He looks exactly like his father.

Jiang Cheng snorts, shaking his head at the thought, watching Jingyi pull Jin Ling towards the far corner of the shop.

Lan Xichen watches them as well before he’s standing up to turn the sign on the door from open to closed. “Are you his father?” He asks Jiang Cheng.

“God, no.” Jiang Cheng answers. He risks a glance towards the boys, Jingyi holding Jin Ling’s hand carefully. It seems as if he’s inspecting Jin Ling’s wound, but Jiang Cheng can see the faint blush on his cheeks. “I’m his uncle.”

“Ah,” Lan Xichen nods, “that explains it.”

Jiang Cheng frowns. “Explains what?”

“The flirting.” He gestures towards the boys as they seem to be getting closer and closer to each other. Jiang Cheng hopes they won’t start making out, that is just something he does not want to see.

“Well,” Jiang Cheng shrugs, “Jin Ling said I’m his normal uncle.”

Lan Xichen laughs, a melodic sound, and Jiang Cheng almost forgets about the crocs – if only they weren’t fucking pastel blue.

“It was a gift from my nephew.” Lan Xichen explains when he notices Jiang Cheng staring at the hideous thing. “He’s five and obsessed with them. He also came to visit this morning, so-” he trails off.

“Ah,” Jiang Cheng teases, “that explains it.”

This time Lan Xichen lets out another laugh and Jiang Cheng swallows heavily, watching the laughter lines around the sides of his mouth, the expanse of his jaw. When the other man turns around, still laughing, to turn off some of the lights on the shop, Jiang Cheng stares at his back, the hard muscles under the tight white shirt.

The low ponytail only adds up to the look and Jiang Cheng feels his mouth water.

“So, did you like the food?” Lan Xichen asks, turning to him again with that same smile. Jiang Cheng wonders if he can even stop smiling and that leads to him thinking about all the other things he could be doing with those lips and –

“Ah, yeah.” Jiang Cheng answers as Lan Xichen stares at him. It seems as if hanging out with a seventeen-year-old with a crush for too long has made him regress to his own teenage years.

Lan Xichen keeps looking at him, curious, assessing, and Jiang Cheng has to look away, unable to hold his gaze, and his eyes stop on the cheesecake on the counter. It still looks delicious and Jiang Cheng groans when he realizes he never had the chance to even taste it.

“Oh.” Lan Xichen laughs. “I can arrange it to go, if you’d like.”

“Yeah.” Jiang Cheng agrees, checking his watch. It’s almost ten and he still needs to drive Jin Ling home. “I think that would be better.” He risks a glance towards his nephew, shakes his head when he sees the boys holding hands, faces close together and whispering to each other. Jingyi takes the ribbon that was tying his hair and ties it around Jin Ling’s wrist, pressing a kiss on his hand.

Jiang Cheng smiles, despite himself, and rolls his eyes.

“You’re not a romantic, are you?” Lan Xichen points out. For the first time that night, he’s not smiling. His face still looks soft, but he seems more confused now, maybe a little – annoyed?

Jiang Cheng shrugs. “I don’t know what I am. No one ever did that to me.” He comments, absent-mindedly. “But they look happy, so–”

“What?” Lan Xichen interrupts.

Jiang Cheng frowns, but before he can answer Lan Xichen has already moved away, taking the abandoned plate with the cheesecake and placing the slice inside a little box decorated with Christmas figurines.

“Look, I –” he doesn’t know what exactly he’s trying to say, doesn’t know why he suddenly feels like he needs to explain himself to a stranger, but Lan Xichen does not let him finish, just turns around and heads for the kitchen, “what the fuck?” That was the most confusing interaction Jiang Cheng has ever had and he grew up with Wei Wuxian and all his – personality.

Was he offended by Jiang Cheng’s unromantic feelings? Was he angry? Is he plotting to take Jingyi away from Jin Ling because his uncle is clearly an asshole?

Jiang Cheng keeps wondering, staring at the door, when Lan Xichen comes back holding several small boxes. He places them all on the counter and starts to rummage around searching for something with a determined look.

Cookies. Inside each box there seems to be different types of cookies, with different shapes and frostings. A pink heart, a yellow star, Santa Claus with a red hat and white beard, a penguin – for some reason – and several Christmas trees.

“Huh-”

“These are for you,” Lan Xichen explains. Jiang Cheng arches an eyebrow, he did not order– “I am romancing you.”

Jiang Cheng blinks, slowly, lets his mouth hang open in surprise. “What?”

Lan Xichen smiles again, proudly. “They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” He gestures towards all the boxes and the cookies and Jiang Cheng still doesn’t understand. “You said no one has ever done something romantic to you.” He explains.

Jiang Cheng feels himself blushing, squirming under the intensity in Lan Xichen’s gaze. He doesn’t know if he should feel touched or embarrassed. “You don’t have to.” He manages to say.

“I wanted to.” Lan Xichen promises, holding out a piece of paper. “Call me?” He asks. “So, we can go out to eat something that was not cooked by me?”

Jiang Cheng swallows, heavily. “But I liked your food.”

“Ah,” Lan Xichen laughs, “call me anyway. So, I can cook something just for you.”

That is not an innuendo, Jiang Cheng tells himself, Lan Xichen did not mean it like that, he keeps repeating in his head. But it is too late now, the idea has been planted in his brain, it has started to create roots, he will be thinking about it for weeks.

“Jiujiu,” Jin Ling calls, suddenly, and Jiang Cheng forces himself to look away from Lan Xichen’s smile, “my mom is calling.” He shows his phone and Jiang Cheng curses himself. He promised they’d be home by ten, ten-fifteen at most.

“Tell her we’re on our way.” He turns to Lan Xichen, almost sadly, and takes the paper with his number. Lan Xichen rushes to put all the boxes inside plastic bags and then asks Jingyi to help them carry them to Jiang Cheng’s car.

While the boys say goodbye with a long hug, Jiang Cheng turns to Lan Xichen, almost wishing he was a teenager so he could do the same. “I will call you.” He says. Lan Xichen nods, reaching out to squeeze Jiang Cheng’s hand, doesn’t let it go until Jiang Cheng pulls back and even then, his touch linger, fingers caressing Jiang Cheng’s palm in a silent promise.

-

“Why did you buy all these cookies?” Jin Ling asks, smiling happily like the teenager in love that he is.

“Just felt like it.” Jiang Cheng answers, smiling happily as well.

[they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon]

Broken Glass

Sirius x Reader - Angst to Fluff

Words: 3052

A/n: Dialogue heavey. This is the first time in a while I've written post-azkaban Sirius

You never liked this goddamn house, well, never is the wrong word.

You USED to love this house It was full of life Love Colourful  Bright Happy

It was a home

But not anymore like the flip of a switch, the home you once loved turned into a building. Some walls and a roof. That night when Lily and James died your world changed, your husband, Sirius got sent to Azkaban he killed some of your closest friends.

Although part of you knew he didn’t do it, he would never betray them but when the whole wizarding world is talking about him “Sirius Orion Black murder” “Working for he who shall not be named”

It wore you down, you went from defending him, telling people there’s no way it was him to pushing it aside, not only was everything you knew and loved was ripped from you just the cherry on top Dumbledore wouldn’t let you care for Harry “It’s too dangerous” “He can’t grow up in this world, he’s not ready” you disagreed. 

Not only for Harry to keep him safe and loved. But partly for yourself, he was the last bit of hope you had but with that final no you smashed like glass.

Remus had vanished, he left without a word. You spent 13 years doing the same thing, eating, sleeping, staring at the roof of the house or at the cafe you worked at. It was a muggle one, It was a break from the world you knew just for a moment you could feel in control, no one knew your past. Yes, you still lived in the wizarding world but that cafe It was a place that was yours.

But like all good things to It got smashed, like the cup of coffee you just dropped

Remus John Lupin

Was in your cafe

“Hey... y/n, how are you?” He asked awkwardly and gave you a sympathetic smile, clearly concerned. He looked so tired. Although you couldn’t care less, at least that's what you told yourself, there were a million things you wanted to say Instead.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ll clean that up and get you a new cup” you give a faint smile walking behind the counter and grabbing a broom and a rag, cleaning up the broken glass without speaking to him, grabbing his new coffee, one of your co-workers made while you cleaned the floor and brought it over to him, giving a half-real smile

“Terribly sorry sir”  “Y/n…” “Is there something you need?” You turn, pulling out your notepad as if about to take an order “I need to talk to you” “I don’t have much time to talk, as I’m working, have a good day”

Remus sat in the cafe for the rest of your shift ordering a new coffee every so often as he read It was a newspaper. The front page had an image of Sirius yelling the headline

“Sirius Black escapes from Azkaban!”

You felt like crying, you suddenly were very aware of the cold taps on your chest when you walked. From your wedding ring, you’d taken it off, not being able to bear not having it on, you couldn't not have it with you. It felt wrong. So you put it through a small chain and held it near your heart.

Why did he have to come in and bring back so much you had worked 13 years to forget, you pushed all your thoughts away and focused on coffee and cold shitty pastries.

After what felt like an eternity your shift ended taking off your apron and grabbing your jacket. Saying quick goodbyes and “see you laters” sneaking out the back door, trying to avoid Remus.

You start walking home, the late sunset wind calming you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling someone was following you and you knew who that someone would be. Remus. Stopping in your tracks with a sigh “Remus, stop stalking me, it’s creepy”

“I'm not stalking you, I’m following behind you without you knowing” You stiffen at his words it was a phrase you used to say at Hogwarts “Y/n, I need to talk to you”

“I don’t care, Remus, you show up at my work, after 13 years of leaving me without a letter, not even a goodbye and now, you want to talk to me” You raise your eyebrows placing your hands on your hips

“Y/n, you don’t understand- ” “Yeah I don’t, and honestly I don’t want to understand” you emphasize, you just wanted to sleep

“Sirius escaped from Azkaban”

“I know, I saw on the paper you were reading. Are we done I wanna go to my house”

“He’s at Grimmauld Place” Remus continued

“Good for him” You give an uncaring face, in reality, you did care. You cared a lot

“You know he didn’t do it...Right?”

“Remus! I don’t care, I don’t care about any of this anymore!” You yell at him “Good night” You turn on your heel walking back to your house tears pricking at your eyes. You knew the moment you're in the house they would fall. As you guessed right when you stepped inside the tears broke. You slam the door shut crumbling against it.

You felt like a china cabinet fell on you, something brooms and rags wouldn’t be able to clean, you couldn’t just get another cup. Your eyes felt heavy, not bothered to move. Or rather. Not motivated enough to even think about moving, you end up passing out on the floor. Thank merlin you don’t have work tomorrow.

You wake up with a sore neck and back ‘why couldn’t I have at least gone to the couch’ you go about your normal boring routine. Shower, dress, looked for breakfast but remember you have barely any food as you have been having uber eats for the past month and a bit

Cause fuck going to the shopping centre

You sat down on your couch intending on sitting there all day and watching Netflix you put on 

‘Dorian Gray’ (😉) you got about 10 minutes in when there’s a knock on the door. Sighing you pause the movie to get the door expecting it to be the little girl next door who gives you a painted rock every Saturday morning, opening the door with a kind smile even though it’s very fake since she’s like 5 she doesn’t know the concept of fake smiling

“Hi sweetheart- “ It’s not the sweet girl next door quite the opposite. It's a tall adult man. Remus was at your door “Nope” was all you said slamming the door shut “Y/n...Please open the door” “Go away” You call sitting back on the couch and playing the movie hoping he would leave but you forgot. This is Remus we’re talking about he’s not going to give up that easy

“Y/n...I need to talk to you” You ignore him “I know you can hear me” Nothing

“Alohomora” Remus says and the door opens. He walks into the lounge seeing you standing up wand pointed at him

“Breaking in is illegal you know, ha what am I saying, you know all about illegal behaviour”

“Y/n I need your help”

“You have the order at your fingertips, you don’t need me I’m not stupid” you glare at him, so done with this mess “I know you're not, you're one of the smartest people I know. But this isn’t for me. This is for Harry”

You lower your wand “What happened to Harry?” “So much, but before I tell you. I’m assuming you’d want to see him?”

“Yes please,” You said quickly

“Come” He offered his arm so you could apparate together. In a blink, you were in a hallway. one you knew, you were in the Black family's house

“Harry!” Remus called heading footsteps down the stairs until Harry was in front of you and Remus

“Harry this is y/n...Your godmother” “Wait...Really?” You smile and nodded, after a silence that killed you

“Why didn’t you take me in?” Harry mumbled  “I tried to, Dumbledore had other plans but I’m here now” You had tears chipping in the corner of your eyes yet were willing them not to fall

“You probably hear this every five seconds, but you look so much like them Harry, but your eyes”

“I have my mother's eyes, I know”

You chuckle “You do, but that’s not what I was going to say” He tilted his head slightly  “I can see James in your eyes”

His eyes widen slightly, tears pricking at the corners like yours.

“You have this spark, one he carried every day, it was always there, it got a bit brighter when he was about to do something stupid, funny and clever, but stupid. One of his master pranks” Your tears fell thinking about it as did Harry’s “He never lost that spark, now it’s your turn to keep it going”

“How well did you know my parents?” He questioned “Lily was my best friend” You let out a breathe like laugh “And she always will be”

“Can you tell me about them?” He said in a small voice “Happily” You smile

“The lounge is just there, I’ve got some boring things to do” Remus smiles motioning to the room across from the hall Harry nods walking there. You turn to Remus first 

“Thank you” You smile at him, the first real smile in a long time. You go catch up to Harry and sit next to Harry on one of the couches. Unluckily, it was with the portrait of Walburga right as you sit down she pipes up

“How dare you enter my home, you’re a disgrace to the wizarding world. I thought I told you never to step foot in my home the last time you were here!”

“Pleasure to see you as always Walburga” She starts yelling again

“Can it, you old hag” You pull out your wand and do a quick spell to muffle her screaming

“I’ll take it off later” You wink at Harry “Now, James”

“Can you tell me about his pranks?”

“Oh, merlin, which one” You laugh “Hm. What about the time where he got the entire Gryffindor tower in detention?”

“How did he manage that!” His eyes widen like his smile, you start telling the story, Harry listening closely he felt like he was just a teenager laughing with you, blocking out the bullshit.

***

Remus had walked into the kitchen dining room to see Sirius standing and the front of the table. His eyes wide “Is that?” Remus nods

Sirius move towards the door but Remus catches his arm “She’s with Harry, let them be for a bit”

Sirius hears laughter. The sound was both the best thing he’s heard in a long, long time, the sound of his wife and godson laughing together and it was real laughter. “I have to see her, I have to talk to her” He had an erratic, anxious voice “Later Pads, when the others get here you can but for now, let her talk with Harry” “Where has she been?”

“Still living in your old home” Sirius’s eyes widen “She works at a cafe close by, I don’t remember the name. That’s all I know” “How is she?” “I- I don’t know” Remus admits looking down while Sirius frowns

“How don’t you know? You’ve been with her while I was- ” “I wasn’t with her…” “What?” Sirius’s voice when down a notch 

“After you got taken away, I cut everyone off, including her”  “You what!?” Sirius voice raised slightly “Don’t you remember what happened when- ”

“Yes I remember Sirius, but I panicked, but what’s important is she’s here now. Come on, we have work to do until the others get here” Sirius reluctantly agreed, giving one last look at the door

You had just told a story of when in an attempt to turn Mrs Norirs pink, the boys turned Mcgonagall pink. When Remus popped his head in the door

“Everyone's back if you wanna say hi”

“Sure!” Harry says you nod going out to the hallway. You take off the charm on the painting before closing the door, getting jump scared by Molly saying hello. “Shivers, Hi Molly”  She grabs your face “It’s been too long!” She smiles

You say hello to everyone making small talk. Sirius was standing in the doorway to the kitchen he went from wanting to talk to you to having a lump in his throat. Seeing you smile made him have a small grin as he watched you with everyone he cared for.

You caught Sirius in the corner of your eye giving him a quick glance before going back to talking to Molly’s twins “Wait, where’s Sirius?” Harry looks around the hallway spotting him at the door “Sirius! Come!” Harry waves Sirius over. He gulps walking over

“Hey y/n” He smiles “Hey” You smile at him. It's the kind of smile he knew, It was one that you were always able to fool everyone with no one but Sirius could tell it was a fake smile. The fake smile you gave people that you didn’t want to talk to.

“Anyway, as much as I want to stay, I have to head back to my house” You give a small smile “Wait, you’re not staying?” Harry’s face fell, It hurt you to see that It felt like your heart cracked  “I’m sorry Harry, I swear on my life I’ll come by every second I can” “Please don’t leave me…” He whispered looking at the floor. You wanted to protest yet you physically couldn’t

“I swear you and James could get me to do anything” His eyes lit up again and he did something you thought you’d never feel again. He hugged you. You stiffen for only a moment, he went to move away and apologies. But you hug him back

“Ok, everyone in the kitchen for dinner!” Molly calls, everyone filling in you go to follow when Sirius calls to you “Y/n, can we talk?”

“There’s nothing to say, Sirius” You say over your shoulder walking into the room with everyone Sirius looks down, before putting on a brave face and walking in after you.

It felt amazing to see everyone again after dinner and a while of catching up, Molly ushing the teens to go up to their rooms to sleep, The adults who didn’t live there slowly leaving as well

“It was amazing to see you all again” You smile brightly as you put on your jacket “Are you going to come back again?” Harry says a worried look on his face

“Every chance I get, I’ll be here for you, and you can always send me a letter if you need me” You hug Harry kissing the crown of his head. Saying final goodbyes you go to the door as Harry runs up the stairs.

It’s just you and Sirius left in the hallway, you give him a smile It was small but real. He smiled at you back “I missed you” he said sadness evident in his voice.

You nod, raising your hand in a small wave. He notices your ring not there and his eyes sink, he starts fiddling with his ring something he did when he was upset or stressed and you noticed

“I’ve still got it you know?” You step closer to him. grabbing his hand with his ring on it

“But you’re not wearing it” His voice was small “I know this whole mess broke us, broke you, I guess I just hoped you still loved me like I love you”

You move his hand to your lips placing a small kiss on the ring. Something you did when he was stressed, his eyes started watering. You pull the necklace from under your shirt

“Just because it’s not on my finger doesn’t mean I’m not wearing it I have it on me all day, every day It just felt wrong to have it on my finger since I thought you’d stop loving me”

He smiled, taking the necklace off you slipping the ring off, putting it back on your finger where it felt right. This moment made you feel whole again like Sirius was getting a broom and rags cleaning the broken glass, to get you a new cup of coffee, to make a new start.

“I know things aren’t going to be like they used to but I’ll be damned if I don’t try to make you feel like you once did and I won’t leave you again. Even if it means sitting in this fucking house. I’ll do it for you” Tears started falling from his eyes matching the ones that fell from yours

“Sirius, our old home, isn’t a home anymore. After you left, the life left it but this place isn’t a ‘house’ for me. This may be a horrendous place, the source of so much pain. But it’s home cause you’re here” He pulls you into a hug crying into your shoulder 

“I missed you so much y/n” “I missed you too Siri, I love you, and I never stopped and I never will” “I love you” He kept repeating into your hair

Harry was standing at the top of the stairs watching this, crying seeing the two people who were best friends with his parents. Who have both sworn to him never to leave him reuniting. He had overheard Remus and Sirius talking about you before but it didn’t click it was you. How could it? he’d never met you and they never said your name, it makes sense now, how Sirius talked about you.

Looking up the stairs you saw Harry duck out of view, but you had seen him

“Harry, if you were going to watch and eavesdrop on us you probably should have put your invisibility cloak on” You chuckled hearing Harry swear under his breath and Sirius looked up the stairs at him, motioning him to come down. He’s never moved so quickly and he joined the hug

“When this is all over we’ll be a proper family, you’ll see” Sirius smiles

The glass had been fixed and never been clearer.

[bunnyramen]

I just would like to give a big Happy Birthday to @kalofi , shes officially an old woman we shall plan accordingly on which nursing home you have to go to.

All jokes aside, it’s a been good year as your friend and uh. I hope you like this! Happy birthday!!💕💕

——-

A figure rose up out of a bed that wasn’t his own.

Josuke didn’t sleep on a bed covered in a queen bed spread, his was Prince and the under sheet was purple.

“What the hell?” That wasn’t his voice either, it was a bit lighter than his own but still had a sort of gruffness to it.

He looked at his hands and noticed they were smaller than his longer piano fingers, and covered a bit more scars than his own.

Josuke looked around the room with eyes that also weren’t his own, well eye since one seemed to be blind.

There were some Bruce Lee, Prince, Queen, Elton John and Selena posters hung around the room.

And despite the gaudy curtain and muscle clock, whoever this was had some taste.

He pulled the covers off of someone and someones feet touched soft carpet, rising out of someone’s bed.

God, was this what it was like to not be 6 feet tall? Small like Koichi?

He touched at the hair framing his face, some of it white and some of it a bright red.

And he ran a tongue over the teeth in his mouth.

They were razor sharp!

“What the fuck?!” A voice screamed and the wall next to him was punched, telling him to shut up.

He didn’t recognize the voice.

Ok, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack.

Speaking of attack, was this the work of a stand?

Where was the bastard? He had to neutralize him before he did some serious damage to Morioh!

But he couldn’t go anywhere in pajamas that weren’t his.

He went over to where presumed the clothes were, the dresser that had a boom box and plenty of boxes of tapes next to it.

He opened the first drawer and grabbed a white t-shirt with green accents.

He looked up on the wall and saw a picture on the wall, one of the kids in it was presumably the body he was inhabiting, judging by the hair and teeth.

Next to him was a angry blonde kid, who kind of looked like he got hit in the face with a hot shovel by his standards.

Maybe it was just the really ugly face he was making.

Luckily they were wearing school outfits, so he was able to figure out what he was supposed to normally wear.

A pair of green pants came onto his body next, a belt then a pair of purple socks.

He looked near the small closet in the room, seeing a pair of red Velcro shoes in front of them.

He figured it was time to brush his teeth and wash his face, and see what the hair situation was like,

He saw a large jar of hair gel sitting on the desk next to the bed and he grabbed it.

“Thank god, I didn’t wanna walk around with this hair all day.” His-er the kids inner voice said.

This was going to be weird since not only was his mom not here but there seemed to be more than one person on this floor.

Was he in a apartment or something?

Or some kind of dorm?

While he was thinking, he located the placement of a face towel and pulled a toothbrush from the boxes and boxes of toothbrushes in the kid’s closet.

He opened the door, peeking out into the hallway and seeing an empty get colorful looking ceiling and flooring.

He closed the door behind himself, thankful that he could be on his own while his mind was racing about where the fuck he was and who the fuck he was.

He went down the hall and got to an elevator.

“Must be some rich kid school or something.” He pushed the button for the second to last floor, figuring that was where the bathroom was.

Hopefully.

——

After asking another person than the original 2 he asked (that seemed to wanna chit chat), he finally located the bathroom.

He got in front of a mirror and finally got to see what the hell was he was working with.

He had to admit, the guy he was pretty handsome, at least he wasn’t stuck in someone ugly.

Like that Guy with that surface stand.

Or that little purple dude that he came across that kept chatting up with the girls in a gross way, he socked him one good with some kind of rock hand on his way here.

And it was weird since Crazy Diamond didn’t show up to punch the fucker for him.

Anyways, he did his hair in his usual pompadour, pretty much a second nature that it he got it done in less than 3 minutes.

While he waited for it to dry, he brushed his teeth and washed his face, having to periodically spit out bristles since they kept coming out when he gave these teeth a full cleaning.

He walked out of the bathroom but held the door open for some kid with a lightning bolt in his head since he was coming while he was trying to walk out.

“Woah! Trying a new look, Kirishima?” A pink girl with black eyes asked and he’d almost mistaken her for some kind of alien stand user but he didn’t sense anything from her.

“Uh haha, yeah! I’ll catch you later, Pink girl.” He laughed awkwardly, patting her on the back before he started to walk away.

He seems to be walking through a dining room, judging by the multiple people eating cereal.

God, he really missed his mom right now. He wondered what the other kid was like towards her. He hoped he got switched with someone nice.

“Your hair looks even more shitty than usual.” A low voice said from the end of the table he was walking past.

He looked to see the kid in the picture, hot shovel face.

“The fuck did you say about my hair?” A fire lit in his gut but it was pure hot red anger from himself , instead of the anger from him and his stand combined.

Bakugo took that as him not hearing what he said, so he said it again.

And that really set in stone was this body was about to do to him.

He punch him directly in the face, knocking over the cereal that was balancing in his spoon and ignored the gasps of the bystanders.

He would’ve went back for another but he was being pulled away by this really tall dorky guy.

He admitted to himself that the guy was pretty handsome.

“Eijirou, what has gotten into you?!” He pulled him away further as the blonde stood up with anger written all over his face.

“No one insults the hair of the man that saved me! No fucking one!” He tried pulling away from the nerdy dude but boy was he strong.

The lighting bold guy seemed to have to hold the other dude back from trying to let off some kind of explosion near him.

“Who saves you?” Mina looked confused.

“Look, My name is Josuke and that hot shovel faced asshole insulted the hair of the person that saved my life!”

“Josuke? Wait hold on, you’re saying your not Kirishima Eijirou.”

“No! I got switched with him by some kind of stand user or something! Now let me go so I can pummel him!”

“A stand?” Mina looked at him weirdly.

“Fuck.” He was hoping this “Kirishima” kid wasn’t doing anything weird with his body or messing up anything.

——

“So this is what it’s like to be tall!” Kirishima ran down the stairs of a house he didn’t at all recognize and was greeted by a rather tall purple haired woman when he reached the kitchen he presumed.

Maybe tallness ran in the family.

“Hello, Ma’am.” He waved at her nervously, not sure of who the woman was or who’s body he was in.

The lady picked up a knife, holding it towards Kirishima threateningly, the boy backing away.

“Who are you and where is my baby?” She said darkly, the knife glinting in the light.

“Huh?”

“Josuke never calls me ma’am. And he never comes down those stairs with his hair undone unless it’s a weekend.” The knife was getting dangerously close to his neck.

“I’m sorry but I’m not your son. I’m Kirishima Eijirou, and I’ve switched bodies with him, I think? I don’t what’s going on or who you are.” Either this Josuke kid could sweat a lot, or his sweat glands got transferred to this body.

“Switched? But where’s my baby?” She wasn’t holding the knife to his neck anymore but she still looked prepared to slice and dice him.

“I think he’s in my body. This could be the work of a quirk user or something, I’m not too sure.”

The lady fainted suddenly, the knife coming out of her hand and clattering to her floor.

“Oh fuck!” He was about to approach her to try and see if she was ok but a new figure bursted in, the door being unlocked by an outside force, probably a key.

“Josuke?” The new comer asked, his eyes shiny as he took in the scene in front of him.

“Hey man, it’s not what it looks like! She fainted, and I don’t know what’s going on!” God, was everyone the type to fight first and ask questions later here?

The guy came over in a few strides and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, the motion alerting this really big pink guy that smelled oddly like strawberries.

“Crazy D, you know who this guy is?” The guy was really strong or something since he just shook him like a limp rag doll.

‘Crazy D’ looked at him with a weird glare, and the guy shook his head, shrugging with a confused “Dora.”

“What is that?” He pointed behind the guy, The Hand having been summoned at the mention of Crazy D.

“You’d know that if you were Josuke, and so since I don’t wanna cave my own boyfriends face in without giving whoever you are a chance, you got five seconds.” The guy robot he summoned looked ready to slice him in half too.

Normally, Kirishima would fight back but since he had no idea who he was, where he was, or what he was working with in terms of fighting back, he decided to bitch out just this once.

“I’m Kirishima Eijirou, I go to U.A, Im from Musustafa, I’m 16 years old, and my quirk is Hardening!” He flinched away when he felt that his explanation wasn’t good enough, but the punch didn’t come.

The guy let go of his collar.

“Alright, a stand user trying to actively kill us wouldn’t give himself away like that but I swear to god if you try anything funny, you’ll be having a talk with the hand.” The boy glared at him, making sure that hand thing was on stand by.

While the guy helped Tomoko onto the couch, Kirishima went to the nearest phone and dialed the number in.

There were a couple rings before he heard an energetic ‘Present Mic speaking!”

“Daddi-o!”

“Eijirou?”

“Yes!”

“Thank goodness! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m in this Josuke kid’s house and I have like no idea where I am!”

“You’re in Morioh.” The guy said from the couch, where he was helping Tomoko wake up.

“This guy said I’m in Morioh!”

“My names Okoyasu.”

“I’m with Okoyasu. Luckily, he let me speak before he tried icing me out.”

“At least we’re know you’re safe! The kid in your body, his name is Josuke and he’s actually a pretty nice kid when he stopped trying kill Bakugou. Something about his hair, it’s actually pretty cool, you should see it-”

There was a struggle over the phone and a brief ‘hey!’ Before he recognized his dad’s tired voice being put on the phone.

“We captured the villain. Luckily it wasn’t what this Josuke kid calls a ‘stand user’ otherwise it’d be up to you and you’re not able to control his stand.”

“Thank goodness. Dad, How soon can I get my body back?”

“Well, actually the quirk only lasts for a few hours and it should end right about now. Brace yourself.”

Kirishima dropped the phone from his hand and blacked out, he doesn’t remember hitting the ground.

“Hey, Kirishima!” He felt someone patting his cheek, trying to rouse him from his sleep.

He blinked his eyes, a blurry vision of pink and yellow coming into view.

“If your really Kirishima finish this phrase.” Sero said from above him, he could presume he was probably on the ground right now.

“Precisely.“ Kaminari started, Kirishima’s eyes lighting up.

“Damn, I’m late for school!” He sat up, actually seeing that the arms he was fist pumping were his and the friends he was looking at were his.

“Woah, hold the phone!” He looked up at his forehead and saw something blocking his view. “What is this?” Kirishima grabbed his pocket mirror, because he’s he owned a pocket mirror for just such occasions of keeping his spikes in order.

But it wasn’t spikes.

It was a pompadour.

“Yo Daddi-o, can I borrow your phone?” Kirishima asked Present Mic after his friends helped him off the floor and into a chair.

He called the last number, and it rung for a second before a voice he recognized answered the phone.

“Tomoko speaking?”

“Hello Mrs. Tomoko, I’m the kid your son switched bodies with. Sorry for the uh..trouble.” The redhead coughed.

“No trouble at all, as long as I have my son back in his rightful place and you back in yours. Would you like to talk to him? He says he’d very much like to talk to you.”

Kirishima heard Josuke whine to his mom to stop embarrassing him.

“Hello?”

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[bang-to-the-tan]

Moth to Flame

Chapter 14

Reader x OT7

► Vampire!AU

Smut/Porn With Some Plot

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Mentions of Anal Sex, Slight Stockholm Syndrome?, Possessiveness, Vampires (Biting, Blood-Sucking, Reference to Death), Language

↳ Summary: Robbed of your memories and intended as a birthday present for a deadly creature of the night, you unwittingly become the center of a territorial dispute between two covens of vampires. Tensions are rising and the brothers are getting hungry…

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“And how are we doing today?”

You hum into your coffee with a grimace, eyes not straying from the television. 

Hoseok somehow takes your grim silence as an invitation to get closer, vaulting himself over the edge of the couch and plopping down beside you with a deep noise of personal satisfaction. A sharp breath of pain leaves your throat when the bounce jostles you, your legs, your abused holes. 

“Sorry,” he adds, quick, and you almost believe him. When you throw a tired look his way, he’s got this weird half-smile on, lips stretched straight across his face. It pushes his cheeks up into his eyes. When your gazes meet, he waggles his brows at you. It’s so close to cute, but you aren’t in the mood. “How are you feeling?”

“Are you going to keep asking me that until I answer?” you mutter, turning back to the tv. 

“Yeah, probably.”

“I’m feeling shitty.” 

“How’s your ass?”

“Feels shitty.”

“Yoongi really gave it to you yesterday.”

“He did indeed.” You take another careless sip of your coffee. This morning, you managed to complain loud enough to Namjoon that he went and got you milk and sugar for it before he left to go and do his mysterious ‘vampire stuff’. It’s still way too strong, but at least palatable. You even had a croissant when you got up—real food. Not exactly a king’s breakfast, but something. He promised to fill the cupboards for you when he got back, and you intend to keep him to it.  

“When is it my turn?” 

“We aren’t taking turns.”

“Weird, that’s not what you said yesterday.”

“Can I help you Hoseok? I’m trying to watch my show.”

There’s a pause. 

“Animal planet?” 

“I like the little furry things.”

“Same.”

“I’m not talking about genitals.”

“Oh. Then I take it back.” 

Silence sinks back in and you go back to absently imagining throttling him, half-listening to the narrator talk ceaselessly about mongoose. Mongeese? The little guy on the screen takes down a snake and damn near bites its head off. Wouldn’t it be cool if you had sharp little teeth and quick reflexes like that? Not sure the ego trip is worth it, though. Present company very much included.

“You aren’t getting rid of me today.” Oh, good. He’s decided to continue talking. 

“Am I not?”

“No yoga studio today. Joon’s going looking for covens. Even Yoongi’s headed out. It’ll just be you and me.”

“Oh, good. Just what I wanted.”

Hoseok chuckles, the sound far too low in his chest. “I know it is.” 

“No fucking today, Hoseok,” you throw pleading, exasperated look at him, shoulders sagging. “Come on, I’m seriously hurting.”

He raises his hands, palms forward, in a sign of surrender. He makes an expression that’s all innocence, wrongfully accused. “I’m just teasing you, pretty girl. It’s okay. We won’t do anything. If you wanna chill and watch your boring animal planet, that is all you’ll do.” 

Uh-huh. Right. 

“I’ll tell Namjoon.” You threaten. 

“Ooooh. Wouldn’t wanna get in trouble with the boss.”

“No, you wouldn’t.”

“Hey.” Yoongi’s deep drawl comes from behind the sofa. You pay no mind to the shiver that slinks down your frame at just the sound of his voice. “I’m going out.”

“Hey.” you and Hoseok echo at the same time. 

“Did a good job on the couch,” Hoseok pipes up, cheerful. “Can’t even really tell there was a foursome on it 24 hours ago. Mostly.”

“Thanks.” 

You don’t hear him moving. Is he watching the show with you? You can’t tell. What do you suppose Yoongi’s opinion of mongoose is? Are?

“Hey,” he says again, quieter. 

“Hey?” you mumble, sensing that he might be addressing you.

“I...I’m sorry. For yesterday.”

“Sorry about fucking your ass like a maniac,” Hoseok clarifies helpfully. “Imagine that on a card.”

Yoongi ignores him. “I’m gonna go...try and get something to eat. I’m sorry...for what I said.” He draws a breath through his teeth. “Threatening.” 

“...it’s okay.” you say after a beat. 

“I’m sorry for the other things I said, too. Calling you stuff.”

“It’s fine, Yoongi.” It isn’t fine, not really. You aren’t sure how you feel about being called a slut when they’re no better, but the threatening to kill you feels like it should be crossing a very specific line. On the other hand...you can’t shake the sense that he’s being honest. Like he’s actually sorry. You won’t look at him, though. You know exactly what kind of look he has on his face. The kind of deeply hungry look etched into his very skin. And if he’s any worse off than he was yesterday, you aren’t sure either of you would survive if you made eye contact. 

Out of the corner of your vision, you catch movement. A long, veiny hand, hovering over the couch. You’re afraid for a moment that it might be reaching for you, but instead, he drifts towards Hoseok’s shoulder. It hesitates, as if waiting for a reprimand, but eventually touches down and curls faintly, familiarly. 

“Sorry for hazing you, Hope.”

Hoseok snorts. But his tone is genuine as you’ve ever heard him. “It’s alright. I know you aren’t okay.”

“I mean it.” He's oddly insistent. “I won’t do it again without permission.” 

Hoseok nods, pouting absently. “‘Kay.” 

Yoongi’s hand lingers before it slips off, and you aren’t sure what, exactly, sort of vibe is filling the atmosphere. 

“Good luck,” Hoseok adds, oddly gentle.  

“Thanks.” You can hear him travelling down the hallway to the front door. He has a habit of dragging his feet. The door is, by comparison, almost unbearably loud, and when it shuts, it shuts everything into a muted silence.

There’s a blissful quiet, but you can tell that Hoseok isn’t the kind of person to stay quiet for very long. He starts twitching, sniffing, scratching his neck, trying and failing to feign interest in your show.

“Heard you met Jackson.”

There it is. It’s begun. You resist the urge to sigh. “Yep.” 

“What did you think about Yugyeom?” 

“Who?”

“The baby of the coven. Sweet kid.”

“I didn’t meet any of the others.”

“Oh.”

Again, a silence settles between you. The mongoose on screen darts furiously, little legs spurring it over terrain with that kind of desperation that small animals are so good at. 

“Mark’s nice, too.”

“Do you really have nothing better to do?” You crane to peer at him in exasperation, brow furrowed. 

“I want to hang out with you.” Funny, considering he isn’t looking you in the eye. 

“We haven’t interacted at all unless it was for sex.”

“I know!” He throws up his hands, flopping backwards dramatically. “That’s the thing! But Namjoon seems to be really caught up in you. I’m curious, okay?” 

“I don’t know what to tell you but all you’re doing is making things awkward.”

“No.” There’s a weird tone in his voice that convinces you to look back to him. His grin has disappeared, and when he shrugs, it’s heavy, like the world is up there. “No, I don’t have anything better to do. And, I...honestly, not to be mean, but I can’t stand animal planet, alright?”

“What psycho doesn't like animals?”

“Animals are fine, it’s not the animals, just—like, okay, I get it!” He waves at the screen. “He’s really fast and he’s gonna eat smaller things and something bigger is probably gonna eat him. I get it. Once you’ve watched one, you’ve watched all of them.”

“What would you rather do, then, huh?”

“Anything! Let’s go out.”

“I’m not leaving this couch. I cannot walk.”

“We can do anything else. Anything.”

“What if I don’t want to do something with you?”

“Sheesh, I just want to get to know you.”

“I don’t know you!” you burst, throwing your own hands ceiling ward, rolling your eyes. “I don’t know any of you! I don’t know me! So sorry not sorry, it’s tough that you’re bored, but what I wanna do is sit here and watch animal planet until my taint stops fucking hurting!”

“Do you want to?” 

“Do I want to what.”

“Know me. I don’t mind talking about it.”

“You don’t seem to mind talking, full stop.”

“You aren’t wrong,” he adds, “Anything to distract from animal planet. Anything.”

“Alright, fine.” you lean back with a huff, rolling your eyes. “Tell me your story, Hoseok. Animal planet stays on during.”

“Poor family.” he starts off much less dramatically than you’d have thought he would, just diving right into it. “Really poor. Dirt poor. Ma and Pa worked triple, just to keep food on the table. Me and my sister worked too, soon as we could, delivering papers and stuff.”

“...You have a sister?” 

“Don’t interrupt.”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah.” You can hear the shuffle of the fabric, feel the displacement as he moves to copy you, sinking further into the sofa’s cushions. “I did. I got really into music, too. Music, y’know, it doesn’t care, where you’re from. What you know, who you know. Started making it. Shitty stuff, really bad.” 

“How bad?”

“Incredibly bad.”

“I believe it.”

“Don’t be rude.”

You shrug, watching a mole dig a hole and wiggle into it with a faint feeling of jealousy. “Beginners are bad.”

“Yeah, well. I got better. Once Yoongi and I met...I mean—”

You crane your head, throwing him a surprised raise of your brows. “You knew each other? Like before?”

The dark expression that flits across his face reminds you of who he is. Who he’s been to you, regardless of the person he’s talking about now. His grin isn’t friendly. “What did I say about interrupting?” he muses, low, but he cocks his head and returns his empty stare to the television. “It was like magic. He could write like the devil, make all these tracks that made you feel things...He was a music god and I prayed in his church every day I could.” 

“So the…” you make fangs on either side of your mouth with your fingers. He pretends he doesn’t see you. 

“I don’t know where he got it. He said he knew a way to the top. He said...we’d never die.” Here, he chuckles, but like the smile, there’s no warmth in it. “I thought he meant by being famous. Y’know, like a sane person.”

“Yoongi changed you?”

“Yeah. He did.”  

Hoseok shifts on the couch again, his gaze turning into thoughtful as he reminisces. The light of the television plays off his hair, his fine cheekbones and long eyelashes. You think briefly of how that must have looked. A different version of him. A hardworking boy promised a way up through the rungs of his passion. He’s kind of understandable when you think of him that way. Doesn’t excuse his behavior, in your opinion. But understandable.

“We fell out for a while. My family grew old without me. I went to my mom’s funeral in a disguise. My sister...I mean, by the end, she didn’t even recognize me.”

“...I’m sorry.”

He shrugs. “It’s how things are supposed to be. I’m just not...supposed to be stuck for them. I’m supposed to go through them too. But he was still there for me. And eventually I came back to him. Scared of being alone, I guess. Together, we met Jin and Namjoon. And that’s...I mean, that’s pretty much it.” 

The tv switches to a commercial break, and above the glare of super-powered objects that will surely change your life for the better, the shouting people telling you exactly what you’re missing, you finally enjoy a pause of real silence that lasts longer than two minutes. Hoseok seems to have fallen out of whatever chatty mood had spurred this impromptu baring of his soul, but you aren’t sure, now that you have it, whether you preferred it when he was talking. The commercial break turns to a news report and suddenly Jin’s face is appearing on the screen, handsome eyes dark and expression serious. Suit sharp, hands clasped businesslike on the table in front of him. He’s reporting on this and that, talking about celebrities you don’t know, people in offices of power that you don’t remember. None of it particularly interests either of you as far as you can tell. Neither of you really belongs here anyways.

Until a picture flashes on the screen that you immediately recognize. 

“Oh shit.” Hoseok exhales sharply next to you. You’re inclined to agree with him. 

It’s you. Standing next to Namjoon in his hoodie and Yoongi’s sweatpants, scarf wrapped carelessly about your shoulders. It’s a little blurry, but there’s no mistaking either of you, even with Namjoon halfway turned away from the camera. Ahead, the sharp lights of the store, and all around you the racks of reasonably priced outfits.

“In other news, we’ve received an anonymous tip about the whereabouts of a local wanted criminal—” Oops, you’re having a really hard time breathing. Local wanted criminal? Namjoon. Oh, fuck. “—posted on social media, with the comment, quote, ‘look at that guy—”

Hoseok moves, scrambling for his phone stashed away in his back pocket, brow furrowed. 

Those kids. Those teens. Oh, shit. 

“—do not try to engage, and instead call law enforcement with the street address—”

How can Jin stay so calm, ratting his brother out like that? You scrutinize his face in shock, looking for some indication, some way out. But he only continues on, steely, unmoved.

“—for her involvement in the riots that have been plaguing—”

Wait. 

Did he say “her”?...

“Namjoon,” Hoseok says from next to you. He must have gotten his phone out, punched in the numbers to connect him to the other man. “Yeah, uh, everything’s okay with us, but...” 

Another picture flashes on the screen. 

It’s you again. 

But this time, it’s a mugshot. Your hair’s wild. Your makeup is smeared. And there’s a look in your eyes you don’t remember ever wearing in your life. But it’s you. You see that face in the mirror as often as you can bear it. 

“—while authorities confirm, and continue the search for the suspect.” 

“Again, if you see this woman, do not engage. Report to your nearest law enforcement office as soon as you can. Stay safe.” Jin finishes.

“Namjoon, I think we have a problem.” 

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isolated

Request: " Hey! I have a teen wolf request where reader is part of the pack and has been best friends with Scott and Stiles since childhood. But lately she's been isolating herself from the group. Even at pack meetings she doesn't talk much and is almost always on edge. She's struggling with suicidal thoughts, too, but doesn't tell anyone bc she doesn't wanna bother them & doesn't think anyone really cares that much. ++ ++Somehow the pack figures out what's going on and they all remind her how important she's to them and there's too much fluff. Also, if you could slip in some Isaac x reader into all this that would be amazing. Sorry this is so long. And if you're not comfortable writing this, it's fine. Love your writing! :)” 

Ship: Isaac x Fem!reader 

Warnings: fluff, minor kissing, suicidal thoughts, mentions of depression, angst, self-deprivation, etc. *WARNING READ AT YOUR OWN ACCORD* 

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317@bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist @beingmadinwonderland @princessisabelle19@violence-and-velvet@lachicadelamanzana @teenwolfbitches2

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to the owners. 

Third P.O.V

Strange how something as bright as the sun cannot alter the attitude of a person. The beaming warm energy seemed to be sucked up by the clouds, its darkness far more superior. How accurate.. (Y/n) pondered to herself as she lazily pulled her limp body out from under the sheets. There was little to nothing motivating her to go to school. She could lay there all day if she wanted to. With a faint sigh, she knew that the three people she cared about the most wouldn’t allow such a thing to happen. 

(Y/n) would never get use to the stir of the high school. The zoo like energy left her exhausted and she had only just entered. Scott and Stiles came bumbling in seconds later with the energy of two excited puppies and she couldn’t help but smile softly to herself. Scott handed her one of his many apples while Stiles’ Cheetos covered fingers dove back into his backpack to look for more snacks. Nothing says a healthy breakfast like Cheetos, apples and pop-tarts. (Y/n) had the tendency to ‘forget’ to eat breakfast and the boys would always bring enough food to share between the three of them. 

Once they dropped her off to class, the boys sprinted across the school to get to their own course lectures. Almost immediately, the loneliness settles in, drowning her out. Her first class comes around and she wants nothing more than to leave. Lydia doesn’t acknowledge her presence as (Y/n) takes the farthest seat in the back, too preoccupied by her lipstick and mirror to look at anyone else in the room. Not even her teacher sends a warm smile her way as she normally would. “Look at that. Nobody cares about you.” A dark, menacing voice chuckles inside her head. She does her best to ignore it but (Y/n) can feel it growing, bubbling up inside until she explodes. 

Go talk to Allison. Allison is nice! She’s always been good to you. She attempts to balance out the bad with a little good. But when Allison runs into Lydia and some other girls, she’s taken away, not daring to put up a fight when (Y/n) calls for her. “Useless. Nobody cares about you. See, she didn’t even bother to acknowledge you.” Her heart falls to the pit of her stomach as she pulls her books closer to her chest, feeling small and worthless as the dark thoughts continue to plague her mind. Curling her fingers around the binding, the young girl finds comfort in the feeling, calming her momentarily. 

Isaac notices the interaction, about to join her by her locker when Coach called him for rounds. Cursing under his breath, he ran over to the group. He had noticed how (Y/n) had been smiling less each day. How her laugh wouldn’t echo throughout the hallway or the lack of energy each room had without her presence in it. To him, she was the sole reason behind a lot of things. And without it, the world seem to turn grey and cold. Isaac hoped he could slip out early to catch her and make her smile, just once. That’s all it took to make him swoon for her. 

But (Y/n) went home and tossed her work to the side. When she wasn’t in an environment that demanded anything from her, she refused to put any effort in. School or not, her motivation to do much of anything declined rapidly. The weekend went by excruciatingly slow and as each day came, the pack began to notice the behavioral shift in her. Two meetings in a row, not a word left her plump lips. Not like it would matter anyway.. She thought lowly to herself. (Y/n) felt useless in the presence of others, especially around the people who she believed to be her friends. 

What was the point of doing this each day? (Y/n) pondered as she stared off out the window. I don’t bring anything to the pack meetings. They don’t seem to care about me or what I do? My parents are disappointed in my grades and lack of energy.. My friends don’t talk to me anymore. What’s the point? Why am I putting so much effort in for nothing in return. Nobody cares about me.. Whether I’m alive or dead.. She sighs to herself. A small tear slipping out from underneath her mask, falling gently on the paper. 

“Miss (Y/L/N)..” A gentle voice asks. 

She looked up to see Mrs. Abernathy, the English teacher waddling over to sit in the chair in front of (Y/n). Though Mrs. Abernathy had wrinkles around her eyes and cheeks she was an absolutely stunning woman. Her eyes crinkled at the corner when she smiled. This is a woman who’s had a long life and wears her age with pride. And spoke to the kids as she would her own grandchildren. 

“Miss (Y/L/N), class is finished. It has been for about five minutes, dear.” Her voice is soft and warm. 

Sniffling, she began to pack her bag. “I’m sorry, ma’am.. I didn’t realize.. I’ll get going-” 

But before she could stand up, Mrs. Abernathy took her by the wrists and looked deep into her eyes before saying, “Hun, if you ever need anything, please let me know, okay? Things can get really hard in life but there is always someone there willing to listen. I’ll see you for class tomorrow. Now go get some food while you can.” 

(Y/n) was taken back by such a intimate conversation. She had always been close with her English professors. They always seemed to understand what she was trying to depict in her writing and did exceptional in the course. But this was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. It was just the right thing she needed to hear. The faintest bit of reassurance managed to push her through the grueling day. Suddenly her phone buzzes and she can’t help but groan. 

From Batman: Pack meeting tonight- Scott’s place @ 7 p.m 

Later that evening, she dressed in the same sweatpants and sweatshirt she’d worn to bed for the past three nights, oddly still clean. (Y/n) didn’t plan on staying that long, not like they’d notice if she left early anyways. But when she opened the door, something felt different. Stiles rounded the corner, took her hand and dragged her into the living room. For the first time in weeks, everyone was looking directly at (Y/n) instead of through her. Isaac and Scott sat on either side, smiling reassuringly as Isaac laced his fingers through her hand. 

“W-What is happening..?” Unaccustomed to the beady eyes staring back at her. 

Scott glanced at everyone in the room and then back at (Y/n). 

“This is an intervention of some sort.”  

Confused, she tilted her head before looking back at Isaac and Stiles for clarity. 

“What the doofus is trying to say is-” Stiles begins but Isaac cuts him off. 

“That we know about how you feel..” He pauses momentarily, looking for the right words before continuing. “See, as werewolves, we can sense each others emotions and I’ve noticed how your aura emulates a sense of sadness, depression and anxiety.. I should have noticed it sooner.. But this meeting pretty much is-” 

Scott interrupts, “Basically, we want you to know how much we love, appreciate and care about you. Without you, we would be dead meat and you save our asses constantly. You’re the glue of the pack and we’ve all been shitty friends to you-” 

Stiles jumps in, “Actually I’ve been great, I can’t say the same for the rest of them but he has a point. (Y/n), you are my best friend and it breaks my heart to see you sad. You are so fun and gentle and kind and you always know how to make people feel better-” 

This time Lydia of all people jumps in, “That’s true. I’ve been a shitty friend and I should have spoken to you more. I have no excuse for lack of communication but what Stiles is saying is true. You are so bright and amazing and always seem to make me laugh, especially when I’m trying to be serious. That in of itself is a feat.” 

Isaac squeezes (Y/n)’s hand, smiling down at her. “You literally light up a room, ya know that? When you smile, you outshine every star in the sky. Your laugh is contagious and you are so empathetic. No matter what someone’s done, you always seem to see the best in people even when we can’t. We’d be completely lost without you, (Y/n).” 

Tears fall down her face before she can even process what’s happening. Scott places his hand her back while Isaac pulls her into a warm embrace. 

“T-Thank you..” Her voice cracks. 

“Tonight is about you!” Allison smiles, taking (Y/n)’s hands in hers. “Stiles ordered your favorite and we are watching all of the Star Wars movies. We also have popcorn, snacks and blankets. We love and appreciate you so much, (Y/n).” 

The young girl looked at all the people who stood around her. And for the first time in weeks, a genuine smile crept up onto her cheeks. That evening, with their bellies full, she put her head on Isaac’s shoulder while Stiles and Scott sat in front of her on the floor, throwing popcorn at each other. Never in her life did she feel so much love and happiness in one room. Curling up closer to Isaac, (Y/n) knew her smile wouldn’t leave her that night. And that’s just the way she liked it. 

(I hope you guys liked it! PLEASE COMMENT) 

[xueyangs-pinky-finger]

oh so i watched cats yesterday...

first of all, we had to pay $16.50 for it bc it’s not available to rent anywhere bc they know this is the kinda thing people only wanna watch one time, so that’s already pretty vomit-inducing...

and you expect the cats to look awful and they do but it’s bad for so many other reasons?? it just fails in every way imaginable...

they didn’t seem to give any thought to the scale of the cats; they’re way too tiny in comparison to the people items we see them with, and the mice are then somehow way smaller to the point where they’re the size of like one cat finger?? and the cockroaches are the same size as the mice?? and that ridiculous ratio isn’t even consistent, like the props and everything are just all over the place. (how come ian mckellen’s coat had such large buttons? they can make cat-sized shoes, but not buttons? not to mention they’re still way too small to be human-sized buttons, so again, the inconsistent scaling... who makes the clothes for cats? why do some cats wear clothes inconsistently but others don’t wear clothes at all? taylor swift was completely naked except for a pair of high heels... why make a cat wear heels... have you ever met a cat! they hate wearing clothes, but shoes are even worse. not to mention she only wore them on her feet and not her hands. why do all these cats walk around on two legs, but then suddenly crawl at random times? why did that one cat hand that magician cat his hat with her mouth when she has two perfectly good hands and the cats have all been using their furless human hands to do things for the entirety of the movie??)

... nor did they seem to give any thought to how catlike these “cats” would be. in fact, it rly seemed like no one on the production crew or in the cast had ever had a cat before. or even interacted with one. or even seen one. which i know isn’t true for taylor at least, so what the hell? the way they moved veered between just regular-ass humans walking on two legs and doing ballet and shit (and do not get me started on the hiphop sequence, dear god, their animated legs moving... 🤢), and spider-man climbing up a wall only they were on the ground. neither made sense, neither were catlike. and why did some cats wear random clothing items while others wore none? some wore just shoes... jennifer or someone wore both a coat and something underneath it with neither covering her boobs at one point, so... what was the point of that outfit? what’s it doing for you at that point? and how come they didn’t give more cats colored contacts or cgi eyes?? only idris elba had cool green eyes, and everyone else just had regular human eyes, mostly just brown. i have three cats, and none of them have brown eyes. in fact, i just looked it up, and no cats have brown or black eyes. and i’m pretty sure miss white kitty victoria should have blue eyes~ (if they were blue, it wasn’t noticeable. idris elba’s eyes were an obvious, intense, clearly fake green, and i wanted more of that honestly.)

it’s so gross in multiple definitions of the word? firstly, there’s the trash scene, which... was just way grosser than it needed to be. & there’s rebel wilson eating human cockroaches, which was also very upsetting to watch and to hear the crunch,,, and the other aspect of it is the sexual energy?? which was just ever-present between every combination of characters, and actually left me confused as to who the main ship (🤮) was supposed to be for a while. why... dear god why... what the fuck were they insinuating lapping up milk in jason derulo’s number in the context of all the girls liking him...

oh that’s another thing. they made sir ian mckellen lap up water or something out of a bowl. it was completely unnecessary and added nothing to the story... so that was A Choice.

twice they had rebel wilson unzip her fucking skin to reveal a show biz outfit underneath, which is horrific enough on its own, but the way there was a huge gap between her chest and the boob cups of her dress?? it’s like okay... you already just let all the female cats have boobs and walk around naked for the entirety of the movie. but letting rebel fill in a dress is too much? that’s where you draw the line?? maybe don’t give her a dress with boob cups then!! it’s just sticking out in front of her and it looked awful... lol speaking of awful. the way they edited their ears through their hats... i’ve seen better work done in catboy edits on tumblr. and if y’all can’t do it then maybe just don’t. just consider not. doing that. it’s like they kept writing themselves into corners or not thinking things through or something. when will you learn that your actions have consequences!!!

they only had the cats show affection one way, and that was by like rubbing their faces together, and i know they did that in the musical too but god it just makes me so uncomfortable... i’d rather they just straight-up made out with their disturbingly human mouths. but it was rly confusing bc you’d see the “main” character victoria do that with her love interest (who was perhaps the most ugly hybrid... he didn’t even look like a human or a cat; he invented a new category and hopefully is the only one in that category forever), so you’re like ‘ok, this is how cats kiss’ or something. but they all do it. victoria did the same thing with dame judi dench! (i rly thought this movie was just gonna end with a big ole orgy, honestly.) so it’s not kissing, it’s more like hugging? but then we literally saw two cats hug each other with their human arms at one point i’m pretty sure... so wtf?!

jennifer hudson always had snot on her face?? like her nose was running, a lot of the time the snot would actually be on her lips, like... that’s the only way they could think of to show her emotions?? sometimes they weren’t even tears, it was literally Just Snot.

the songs weren’t fun at all. they were completely devoid of energy, so to have everyone dance to them didn’t even work or make sense. they’d pause in the middle of songs a lot (e.g. to make jokes about james corden being fat wow so funny hahaha) and ruin any momentum they might’ve otherwise had. a lot of the time they weren’t even singing so much as talking or whispering or chanting with a faint bgm playing over it.

the fatphobia, oh my god. rebel wilson and james corden’s characters only existed for the movie to make jokes about them being fat and eating a lot and have them do awful slapstick.

the main character had no personality at all and didn’t even have her all-important cat name at the end of the movie, which rly shows how much she mattered... yeah she got jennifer hudson sent up into the heavens to either be reborn or just fucking die up there bc how would they know this process actually works? but that’s it. otherwise she just got swept from side character to side character and adapted whatever traits they possessed for the duration of their song.

not only were all the cats way too sexual (i rly think watching actual straight-up porn would be less graphic and disturbing than watching whatever gross fetish this movie exists to cater to), not only did they seemingly make a cum joke (that was the only time they drank milk in the movie! when they were all trying to get with jason derulo! who, btw, is just a nasty person which made it all the more gross to watch), they also... slut-shamed jennifer hudson? and all did drugs, some against their will, in another very uncomfortable, sexually charged sequence. so like what is this movie rated actually and who is it for?? why make a children’s movie with such adult themes? but then, what adult would laugh at james corden being too heavy to get catapulted into the air (followed by him landing on his balls, because humor!)?

taylor swift can’t do a british accent.

lastly, cats have eight nipples. so, to loosely quote danny gonzalez: if you’re gonna give them boobs, at least give them the right amount of boobs.

thus ends my review. please don’t watch this dumpster fire.

(i think this gif clearly shows many of the problems i had with this movie... the sexual energy, the boob cups and shitty cgi, jason derulo... dear god make it stop.)

[illchanceit]

DI'S MASTERLIST

main ❀ ko-fi ❀ ao3

❀Fics❀

«Brave» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “He was trembling. Despite the darkness surrounding them, and the shitty dim light of the flashlight he was holding, Richie could tell that Eddie was trembling with fear. He wanted nothing more than to reach out, touch him, hold him. He wanted to tell Eddie that everything would be alright, that they would get through this.”『809 | T』

«Burn, Crash, Romance (I'll Take What I Can Get From You)» *WIP* AO3: ❀ “Richie didn’t know Eddie very well, not that he would want to, and even just looking at him now, he knew that Eddie Kaspbrak was exactly all the things that Richie had tried to tell Stanley that frat boys were. His brown hair flopped into his brown eyes, pressed down by some red snapback worn backwards and beige khaki jeans that looked glued to his legs. He was hot and the smirk on his face showed that he knew it.” 『2919 | E | collab with @pattysblum』

«Coffee Shop Angel» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “Wow, I’ve never been called a literal angel before.” He’s no longer laughing, but his smile is wide and his eyes were still bright. “Baby, that should be considered a damn crime,” he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You deserve to be worshipped.”『2218 | T』

«Cold November Rain» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ "He was an idiot. A stupid, cowardly jerk. Why had he run away? That kiss had been everything he could have ever wanted. It was soft, tender and loving. Richie had put so much emotion behind that kiss. So much, that it had scared Eddie. Scared him so much that he made himself believe it was all some kind of joke."『1512 | T』

«Don’t Monkey Around With My Heart» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ "He rubbed at his eyes, seconds away from falling apart at the realization that this was all just a joke to Richie. He didn’t mean any of the words he’d said to Eddie and he never would."『1228 | T』

«Forget the Past, I Want You In My Future» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ "He quickly pulled on his coat, making his way through the radio station with a smile as he waved to everyone who greeted him. ‘Keep smiling. You’re almost out of here. Just a couple more steps.’ Richie thought to himself as he pushed open the front doors and stepped outside, cold air hitting him and a chill running down his spine. He hugged himself, rubbing his hands up and down his arms, trying to warm himself up. He made his way down the stone steps of the station entrance, fishing through his jacket pocket for his car keys. The last thing he thought, as his fingers made contact with the cold metal of his keys and his foot slipped on a slippery patch of ice, was how much he really fucking hated Christmas. [or: radio DJ Richie Tozier slips on ice and has to spend Christmas in hospital, with trainee Doctor Kaspbrak looking after him.]"『3477 | T』

«Habeas Your Corpus» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “A beautiful blond between his legs was not the direction he thought his Monday would be going, but he wasn’t going to question it. Even if a part of him knew that doing this in a courtroom, where anyone could walk in on them at any moment, was a horrible idea. Then again, Richie wasn’t known for his good ideas, much less for his common sense, and so he shrugged away any lingering doubt as he surrendered to the feeling of Eddie’s hands.”『6654|E』

«How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead» *WIP* AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “He finds it in the library. The book is tucked between a couple of self-help books that Mike told him he should look into reading. It’s out of place—doesn’t belong there—but the title peaks his curiosity. How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead. He grabs the spine of the book and gently holds it in his hand, inspecting it. There’s no author, no other information, just a title and a short dedication of sorts on the first page. “For those that have hope still lingering in their hearts…” He looks around, making sure no one is watching him before he swiftly hides the small book in the pocket of his jacket.”『1306 | T』

«How to Know If You’re On a Date With Your Best Friend» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “He could see the way Richie looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, eyes slowly widening as he realized Eddie was coming over to sit next to him. Plopping down on the seat, he pushed Richie further into the booth, making himself comfortable. Without breaking eye contact, he placed his straw in Richie’s milkshake glass and asked, “Are we on a date right now?””『2213 | T』

«Kiss Me By The Firelight» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ ““Alright trashmouth, truth or dare?” He looked over at Beverly, who had plopped down next to him, with a weary expression on his face. He studied her, the mischievous grin on her face not going unnoticed by an already alert Richie. “Dare, obviously. Only pussies choose truth.””『1247 | T』

«Kissed the Mark» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ ““Sorry, but you’re gonna have to tell me more than just your name before I let you put your hands on me.” Eddie jokes as he nods his head at Bev in thanks for their drinks. “I’m not that easy.” “Oh ok, hmm let me think…” Richie says as he pretends to think about what he’s going to say “I like long walks on the beach and being the little spoon, plus I’m a total bottom.” Eddie flushes at this, turning his head to avoid eye contact with Richie, and takes a sip of his beer. Richie continues to look at him, enjoying the way he continuously makes the other man blush. “What about you?””『3975 | E』

«Love Me (If That's What You Wanna Do)» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “It was hard to say who exactly started it. After all, both of them were slightly tipsy the night The Kiss happened. All Richie could say—as his hand slowly slid down Eddie’s back, causing him to let out a faint whimper—was that he was very happy with the outcome of it all.”『1286 | M』

«Make It Up To You» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “Maybe it was a little fucked up that he took considerable pleasure in watching his boyfriend of almost ten years cry as Richie denied him what he wanted most, but he couldn’t bring himself to care so much. If Eddie had caught on to his little guilty pleasure, he never mentioned it to Richie, and if he had an issue with the way Richie teased him in bed, he would have definitely called him out on it by now.”『4612 | E』

«Snowed Inn» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “Richie and Eddie are carpooling home from college for the holidays but a snowstorm hits on their way there and they have to stay the night at a b&b”『4612 | E』

«The Future Freaks Me Out» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “I’ll tell you one thing and one thing only spaghetti. I don’t want to think about a future where you’re not in it. I don’t want to think about you being on the opposite side of this country from me. I don’t want to think about any of that because I love you and it hurts. So please, shut the fuck up about college applications already!”『932 | T』

«Until I Hear It From You» AO3: ❀ Tumblr: ❀ “M-my parents sucked.” Bill said as he choked back a sob. “I mean... my own father hit me with his fucking car and then barely batted an eye. I’m terrified that I’ll fuck this up, Eddie. I don’t want to be a bad father, I want Ellie to have all the love and attention that Georgie and I never got growing up. You and Rich have two adorable daughters that have everything they could ever want...That’s what I want for Ellie. Please, Eddie, tell me how to be a good father.”『1599 | T』

❀College AU Prompts❀

«Richiepat» ❀ "you asked me out and I didn’t have time for dating between a full-time course load and my job(s), so I know it’s two semesters later but I’d really like to take you up on that date" + "we always end up eating alone in the school cafeteria at the same time, so when you ask me if you can join me, I’m surprised" «Steddie» ❀ "I catch you yelling at the printer in the library for not working and I don’t mean to alarm you since you’re clearly stressed, but I think you accidentally unplugged it" «Stozier» ❀ "some idiots decided it would be funny to mess with peoples’ laundry so now we’re sorting through our dryers and you’re holding up my pink underwear"

❀Drunk Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” + 2. Road Trip AU ❀ “H-How long have you been standing there?” ❀ “You’re sick, let me take care of you.” ❀ “You make me want things I can’t have!” ❀ the gang is playing a drinking game and Eddie wins, and he wants a lapdance from Richie ❀ “Please don’t be mad at me.” ❀ “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?” ❀ “Are you jealous? That’s cute.” ❀ “Oh, God. We broke it–dude, he’s gonna be so pissed! This is all your fault–it was your idea!” + “… Is that my underwear?” + “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” «Stozier» ❀ “I know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?” ❀ “Nothing is going to happen to you.”

❀Emoji Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ 🎉👄🤒 ❀ 🐿🍌👙

❀Five Sentence Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ “they said that broken mirror equals in 7 years of bad luck”? ❀ “It’s three in the morning!” ❀ “It’s three in the morning!” ❀ “just because i love eds it doesn’t mean i want to be with him,” eddie heard richie say. «2» ❀ “you know I love you, right?” «2» ❀ “Do you want me to?” «2» ❀ “And what exactly do you think you’re doing, my love?” «Hanslon» ❀ "I finally found you"

❀Halloween Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ You've literally dressed as ____ for _____ years, shouldn't you change it up? ❀ You drank the punch at the halloween party and made yourself sick so I’m taking care of you AU ❀ excuse you, i will never be too old to go trick-or-treating and i hear the house down the street gives out full sized candy bars «Streddie» ❀ A cat followed me home and won’t leave me alone even when I put a little hat on it so I guess I have a cat now AU

❀Kiss Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ In the bedroom + Confessing feelings ❀ in the snow + relief

❀Misc. Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ claws - as an apology here’s something I wrote for you ❀ okay dee,,, write that fuckin reddie kiss i NEED it for my soul, ok??? ❀ Okay but like Richie finally comes out by writing his first comedy special on his own as like therapy to work through what happened and the whole thing is about the dumb annoying hypochondriac that he was in love with as a kid. “He put his feet in my face and kicked of my glasses and I said to myself he’s the fucking one.” ❀ ficlet for my moodboard based on “he knew well enough” ❀ “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!” «Stanpat» ❀ you’re obsessed with my homemade soup that I serve at my cafe and I’m too embarrassed to tell you that I’ve only been trying out new recipes to see you get excited for the soup of the day. «Stozier» ❀ can we talk about how "it takes hours to look this good richie" is followed by richie winking at stan

❀NSFW Prompts❀

«Reddie» ❀ “One baby won’t hurt.”

❀Headcanons❀

❀ Reddie // Sunflowers ❀ Ben // The Sims ❀ Stozier and Reddie // Stanley and Richie dated at one point ❀ Reddie // Chapter 1 End Scene ❀ Richiepat // Chaotic Best Friends

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di’s masterlist

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♡MULTICHAPTER♡

«Burn, Crash, Romance (I’ll Take What I Can Get From You)» AO3 ↬ word count: 2919 | rating: E | WIP - 1/8 chapters | collab with @richietoizer

Richie didn’t know Eddie very well, not that he would want to, and even just looking at him now, he knew that Eddie Kaspbrak was exactly all the things that Richie had tried to tell Stanley that frat boys were. His brown hair flopped into his brown eyes, pressed down by some red snapback worn backwards and beige khaki jeans that looked glued to his legs. He was hot and the smirk on his face showed that he knew it.

«How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 6496 | rating: T | WIP - 3/5 chapters

He finds it in the library. The book is tucked between a couple of self-help books that Mike told him he should look into reading. It’s out of place—doesn’t belong there—but the title peaks his curiosity. How to Bring Someone Back from the Dead. He grabs the spine of the book and gently holds it in his hand, inspecting it. There’s no author, no other information, just a title and a short dedication of sorts on the first page. “For those that have hope still lingering in their hearts…” He looks around, making sure no one is watching him before he swiftly hides the small book in the pocket of his jacket.

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♡ONESHOTS♡

«Brave» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 809 | rating: T

He was trembling. Despite the darkness surrounding them, and the shitty dim light of the flashlight he was holding, Richie could tell that Eddie was trembling with fear. He wanted nothing more than to reach out, touch him, hold him. He wanted to tell Eddie that everything would be alright, that they would get through this.

«Coffee Shop Angel» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 2218 | rating: T

“Wow, I’ve never been called a literal angel before.” He’s no longer laughing, but his smile is wide and his eyes were still bright.

“Baby, that should be considered a damn crime,” he sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. “You deserve to be worshipped.”

«Cold November Rain» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1512 | rating: T

He was an idiot. A stupid, cowardly jerk. Why had he run away? That kiss had been everything he could have ever wanted. It was soft, tender and loving. Richie had put so much emotion behind that kiss. So much, that it had scared Eddie. Scared him so much that he made himself believe it was all some kind of joke.

«Don’t Monkey Around With My Heart» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1228 | rating: T

«Forget the Past, I Want You In My Future» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 3477 | rating: T

He quickly pulled on his coat, making his way through the radio station with a smile as he waved to everyone who greeted him. ‘Keep smiling. You’re almost out of here. Just a couple more steps.’ Richie thought to himself as he pushed open the front doors and stepped outside, cold air hitting him and a chill running down his spine. He hugged himself, rubbing his hands up and down his arms, trying to warm himself up.

He made his way down the stone steps of the station entrance, fishing through his jacket pocket for his car keys. The last thing he thought, as his fingers made contact with the cold metal of his keys and his foot slipped on a slippery patch of ice, was how much he really fucking hated Christmas.

[or: radio DJ Richie Tozier slips on ice and has to spend Christmas in hospital, with trainee Doctor Kaspbrak looking after him.]

«Habeas Your Corpus» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 6654 | rating: E

A beautiful blond between his legs was not the direction he thought his Monday would be going, but he wasn’t going to question it. Even if a part of him knew that doing this in a courtroom, where anyone could walk in on them at any moment, was a horrible idea. Then again, Richie wasn’t known for his good ideas, much less for his common sense, and so he shrugged away any lingering doubt as he surrendered to the feeling of Eddie’s hands.

«Held In Contempt» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 3044 | rating: E

Richie and Eddie resolve the sexual tension between them after arguing about one of their cases.

prompt: “okay but reddie au where they’re rival lawyers and court is really tense bc eddie goes by the books and richie is Richie and ofc they end up fucking after a particularly heated case…or 6…”

«How to Know If You’re On a Date With Your Best Friend» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 2213 | rating: T

He could see the way Richie looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, eyes slowly widening as he realized Eddie was coming over to sit next to him. Plopping down on the seat, he pushed Richie further into the booth, making himself comfortable. Without breaking eye contact, he placed his straw in Richie’s milkshake glass and asked, “Are we on a date right now?”

«Kiss Me By The Firelight» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1247 | rating: T

“Alright trashmouth, truth or dare?”

He looked over at Beverly, who had plopped down next to him, with a weary expression on his face. He studied her, the mischievous grin on her face not going unnoticed by an already alert Richie.

“Dare, obviously. Only pussies choose truth.”

«Kissed the Mark» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 3975 | rating: E

“Sorry, but you’re gonna have to tell me more than just your name before I let you put your hands on me.” Eddie jokes as he nods his head at Bev in thanks for their drinks. “I’m not that easy.”

“Oh ok, hmm let me think…” Richie says as he pretends to think about what he’s going to say “I like long walks on the beach and being the little spoon, plus I’m a total bottom.”

Eddie flushes at this, turning his head to avoid eye contact with Richie, and takes a sip of his beer. Richie continues to look at him, enjoying the way he continuously makes the other man blush. “What about you?”

«Love Me (If That’s What You Wanna Do)» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1286 | rating: M

It was hard to say who exactly started it. After all, both of them were slightly tipsy the night The Kiss happened. All Richie could say—as his hand slowly slid down Eddie’s back, causing him to let out a faint whimper—was that he was very happy with the outcome of it all.

«Make It Up To You» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 4612 | rating: E

Maybe it was a little fucked up that he took considerable pleasure in watching his boyfriend of almost ten years cry as Richie denied him what he wanted most, but he couldn’t bring himself to care so much. If Eddie had caught on to his little guilty pleasure, he never mentioned it to Richie, and if he had an issue with the way Richie teased him in bed, he would have definitely called him out on it by now.

«Snowed Inn» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 4612 | rating: E

Richie and Eddie are carpooling home from college for the holidays but a snowstorm hits on their way there and they have to stay the night at a b and b.

«The Future Freaks Me Out» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 932 | rating: T

“I’ll tell you one thing and one thing only spaghetti. I don’t want to think about a future where you’re not in it. I don’t want to think about you being on the opposite side of this country from me. I don’t want to think about any of that because I love you and it hurts. So please, shut the fuck up about college applications already!”

«Until I Hear It From You» AO3 // tumblr ↬ word count: 1599 | rating: T

“M-my parents sucked.” Bill said as he choked back a sob. “I mean… my own father hit me with his fucking car and then barely batted an eye. I’m terrified that I’ll fuck this up, Eddie. I don’t want to be a bad father, I want Ellie to have all the love and attention that Georgie and I never got growing up. You and Rich have two adorable daughters that have everything they could ever want…That’s what I want for Ellie. Please, Eddie, tell me how to be a good father.”

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♡PROMPTS♡

Hanslon ↬“I finally found you”

Reddie ↬ 🎉👄🤒 ↬ 🐿🍌👙 ↬ “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” + 2. Road Trip AU ↬ “H-How long have you been standing there?” ↬ “You’re sick, let me take care of you.” ↬ “You make me want things I can’t have!” ↬ the gang is playing a drinking game and Eddie wins, and he wants a lapdance from Richie ↬ “You know you don’t have to try so hard with me, right?” ↬ “Are you jealous? That’s cute.” ↬ “Oh, God. We broke it–dude, he’s gonna be so pissed! This is all your fault–it was your idea!” + “… Is that my underwear?” + “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” ↬ “they said that broken mirror equals in 7 years of bad luck”? ↬ “It’s three in the morning!” ↬ “just because i love eds it doesn’t mean i want to be with him,” eddie heard richie say. «2» ↬ “you know I love you, right?” «2» ↬ “Do you want me to?” «2» ↬ “And what exactly do you think you’re doing, my love?” ↬ You’ve literally dressed as __ for __ years, shouldn’t you change it up? ↬ You drank the punch at the halloween party and made yourself sick so I’m taking care of you ↬ excuse you, i will never be too old to go trick-or-treating and i hear the house down the street gives out full sized candy bars ↬ In the bedroom + Confessing feelings ↬ in the snow + relief ↬ claws - as an apology here’s something I wrote for you ↬ Okay but like Richie finally comes out by writing his first comedy special on his own as like therapy to work through what happened and the whole thing is about the dumb annoying hypochondriac that he was in love with as a kid. “He put his feet in my face and kicked of my glasses and I said to myself he’s the fucking one.” ↬ ficlet for my moodboard based on “he knew well enough” ↬ “I may be short, but you could at least try to make kissing you easier!” ↬ “One baby won’t hurt.” ↬ “I could spend hours just looking at you.”

Richiepat ↬ “you asked me out and I didn’t have time for dating between a full-time course load and my job(s), so I know it’s two semesters later but I’d really like to take you up on that date” + “we always end up eating alone in the school cafeteria at the same time, so when you ask me if you can join me, I’m surprised” ↬ chaotic best friends (platonic with stanpat/reddie) ↬ “My hoodie looks comfy on you.” (platonic with side reddie)

Stanpat ↬ you’re obsessed with my homemade soup that I serve at my cafe and I’m too embarrassed to tell you that I’ve only been trying out new recipes to see you get excited for the soup of the day.

Stanpatchie ↬ “a kiss as a promise”

Steddie ↬ “I catch you yelling at the printer in the library for not working and I don’t mean to alarm you since you’re clearly stressed, but I think you accidentally unplugged it”

Stozier ↬ “some idiots decided it would be funny to mess with peoples’ laundry so now we’re sorting through our dryers and you’re holding up my pink underwear” ↬ “I know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?” ↬ “Nothing is going to happen to you.” ↬ can we talk about how “it takes hours to look this good richie” is followed by richie winking at stan

Streddie ↬ A cat followed me home and won’t leave me alone even when I put a little hat on it so I guess I have a cat now AU

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♡HEADCANONS♡

↬ Ben // The Sims ↬ Reddie // Sunflowers ↬ Reddie // Chapter 1 End Scene ↬ Stozier and Reddie // Stanley and Richie dated at one point

[sofhyuck]

Spinning Webs

Genre: fluff, spiderman!Jisung, best friends to lovers!au

Word Count: 7.3k

Excerpt: “Actually I can’t walk home with you today, I’ve gotta take care of some stuff.”

“What stuff? Han Jisung, don’t tell me you’re actually going to stay after school and study!” You gasped, mockingly bringing your hand up to grasp at your chest.

“Ha ha very funny,” Jisung deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he started towards the front entrance of the school, you following close behind. “Aunt May wants me to run some errands on the way home.”

“I can go with you.”

“They’re kind of out of the way.” “

Oh, ok.” You frowned, taking the hint that Jisung clearly didn’t want your company.

“I’ll see you tomorrow though, yea?”

“Yea, I guess.”

Masterlist

A/N: this is kind of a mix of so many different stories and yet another conversation heavy mess!!! also there’s a bit of cursing. @jisung-enthusiast this is for you, again uwu

Dude I just got bit by a fucking spider

You rolled your eyes at the text, setting your phone back down on your bedside table. Leave it to Jisung to interrupt your studying session with a meaningless text. Opening your book back up, you settled into the lull of studying and attempted to absorb the information laid before you. Barely ten minutes passed before you gave up, none of your textbook making any sense. Sighing in frustration you shut the book, turning back to your phone in hopes of a distraction. Before you could even unlock it, your door burst open, an out of breath and dishevelled Jisung making his way inside.

“Why didn’t you respond to my text?” Jisung pouted, flopping down next to you on your bed.

“Why would I?” You responded, nudging his knee away from where it dug into your side.

“Because it’s cool! Here, look at it!” Jisung held out his arm, a red and slightly swollen mark right on his shoulder.

“Ew, Jisung that’s disgusting! Did you even clean it?” You groaned, turning your head away from the gruesome sight.

“No, was I supposed to?” He mumbled, poking at the wound.

“Yes! God stop touching it you’re gonna get infected.” Rolling off the bed, you pulled him up and dragged him down the hall towards the bathroom.

“C’mon Y/n it’s fine, it’ll heal on its own,” He whined, reluctantly allowing you to sit him down on the sinks.“I swear you’re such a mom.”

“Sorry I don’t want my best friend to get his arm amputated!”

“Oh my god it’s a spider bite.”

“Still.” You muttered, wetting a washcloth and lightly dabbing at the reddened bump on Jisung’s arm. “There, that wasn’t so hard now was it?”

“Yea ok but you didn’t have to get so worried.”

“Whatever,” a breath of air passed through your lips. “How did you even get bit by a spider anyways?”

“You know how I went on that field trip for my bio class today? Well I kind of went a little off course and ended up in this weird ass room full of spiders and one of them decided to bite me.”

“Jesus, Jisung, can’t you stay out of trouble for once.”

“Never, baby.” He grinned with an added wink. “It’s part of the Han charm.”

“I didn’t realise that was even a thing.”

“All the ladies swarm, Y/n, don’t underestimate me.”

With a roll of your eyes you left the bathroom and headed back to your room, Jisung following close behind. Once you entered your room, you turned to face him, only to be shocked at his sudden change in appearance. He looked pale and a film of sweat covered his face, his body swaying a bit.

“Hey, are you feeling okay? You’re not looking too hot.”

“I always look hot,” he laughed weakly, bringing a hand up to wipe at his face. “But yea, I’m not feeling too good right now, I think I’m gonna head home.”

“Are you sure you don’t wanna stay here? I’m worried you might faint on the way home.”

“You know I’m not that far away. Plus, you know Aunt May will worry if I don’t come back.” He shrugged, already throwing on his jacket.

“She’s gonna be worried either way, given your condition,” you sighed. “Stay safe, text me when you get home, okay?”

“Got it mom, see ya tomorrow!” He managed a weak grin before heading out the door. After he left you tried to refocus on your studies but to no avail. Thoughts of Jisung swarmed your mind and you couldn’t stop worrying about his health. It was rare that he got sick; despite his shitty eating habits he somehow managed to remain relatively in shape and healthy. Not to mention the rate at which he had fallen ill was nothing less than alarming. You threw your books down with a huff, coming to terms with the fact that there was no way you’d be able to pay attention. Your phone lit up with a text from Jisung informing you that he’d made it home safely and you sighed in relief. You lay flat on your back for a second, gathering your thoughts before getting ready for bed. Hopefully Jisung would be feeling better tomorrow.

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The hallways were filled with noise, students jostling you around as you stood in front of Jisung’s locker. Tapping your foot you impatiently glanced at your phone. There were only a few minutes left until homeroom and Jisung had insisted that you meet him before class. Funny looks were shot your way but you merely ignored them, too caught up in your anger towards your best friend. Just as you were about to give up on him and head to class, a hand came down on your shoulder.

“Boo.” Jisung whispered in your ear, cackling as you jumped in surprise.

“Jesus Christ Jisung I’m going to kill you. Do you even know what time it is?”

“Aw, c’mon, you can miss a little bit of homeroom. It’s not like we do anything anyways.” He placed his hands on your hips, swinging you around.

You raised your hand, ready to take a swing at his forearm, but faltered at his healthy appearance. You glanced up and down his body in search of any signs of weakness.

“Dude, weren’t you like, on the verge of death yesterday? You look so healthy how is that even possible?”  

“Guess I’m just a fast healer.” He shrugged, running a hand through his hair.

“Since when?” Before you had the chance to further question his reasoning, the homeroom bell rang, jolting you away from his grip. His hands clung to your waist and Jisung flushed as he frantically tried to peel his hands away from you.

“I know you want to spend more time with me but I really gotta go.” You laughed lightly, finally prying his hands off.

“Sorry, I guess they’re a little sweaty.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in homeroom right now?” Jisung groaned, cheeks a deep red.

“See ya later, Ji.” You laughed before running towards your classroom. It was only when you sat down that you noticed a sticky substance on your shirt. Figuring you had leaned on something while on the subway, you focused on your teacher’s ramblings. You had to do the laundry anyways.

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The day passed as normal, time slipping by until it was final period. History: the only class you shared with Jisung and the only one he was actually passing since you helped him with every assignment. Jisung slid into his seat beside yours right as the bell rang and you nudged him lightly in the side, shaking your head at his almost tardiness. He only rolled his eyes in response, throwing his notebook open on his desk, earning him a glare from your teacher. Opening up your own notebook, you neatly wrote the date while tuning in to the teacher’s dronings.

Halfway through class you glanced over at Jisung to make sure he wasn’t falling asleep. Your eyes widened when you saw him sitting up straight, leg bouncing rhythmically. It was rare that Jisung didn’t fall asleep during history class, leaving you to hit him over the head and wake him up. But there he was, seemingly paying full attention to the teacher. He turned to look at you, briefly raising his eyebrows in a questioning glance. You shook your head and he turned back to face the teacher, your eyes still trained on his profile. The teacher’s shrill voice pulled your attention back to the front of the class and you finally broke your gaze from Jisung. Struggling to return your focus to the teacher’s lesson, concerns for Jisung began to flood your mind. He was totally acting weird, right? It wasn’t just your imagination, there was definitely something off. Before you realized it, the bell had rung and you looked up to see Jisung stood in front of you.

“Finally made it back to earth space cadet?” He chuckled, leaning on top of your desk. You flushed at his teasing, heart picking up speed as he leaned down to be face to face with you.

“Yea, sorry, I’ve just got a lot on my mind right now.” You shrugged, rushing to pack up your belongings so that you could walk home. Shoving the last of your papers into your backpack, you swung the bag over your shoulder. “You ready to go?” You smiled, turning to face Jisung.

“Actually I can’t walk home with you today, I’ve gotta take care of some stuff.”

“What stuff? Han Jisung, don’t tell me you’re actually going to stay after school and study!” You gasped, mockingly bringing your hand up to grasp at your chest.

“Ha ha very funny,” Jisung deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he started towards the front entrance of the school, you following close behind. “Aunt May wants me to run some errands on the way home.”

“I can go with you.”

“They’re kind of out of the way.”

“Oh, ok.” You frowned, taking the hint that Jisung clearly didn’t want your company.

“I’ll see you tomorrow though, yea?”

“Yea, I guess.” You pouted.

“See ya cutie.” He grinned, ruffling your hair before taking off down the crowded street. Chewing your lip nervously, you heavily debated following him before finally deciding that it wasn’t worth it. If something was wrong he would definitely tell you. And if he didn’t want to tell you what was up, then you weren’t going to press him to spill. Begrudgingly you headed home, eyes trained on the cracked sidewalk, feeling too defeated to even look ahead of you. Maybe you weren’t as close as you had thought.

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Jisung didn’t walk home with you the next day either.

“Gotta work on a project with some other guys at their apartment.” He said. Bullshit, you said. Frustrated and hurt, you turned to the only person who knew Jisung better than you: Aunt May. Nervously, you picked at the lint covering your comforter, waiting for someone to answer the phone. After three rings, Aunt May’s voice came through.

“Hello, Y/n, how are you?” She asked, her cherry voice lifting your mood to some degree.

“I’m well! I was wondering if Jisung came home yet, he told me he had to work on a project after school and I wanted to make sure he got home safe.”

“Why, he’s been home since school ended. He ran straight upstairs and he’s been in there for hours.” Your face flushed in annoyance and you almost drew blood with how harshly your teeth dug into your lower lip.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, I’m sorry dear. He’s been acting rather odd the past few days, if that makes you feel any better.”

Sighing heavily, you assured her that you were fine and bid her goodbye before hanging up the phone. You flopped back on your bed, stuck staring at the ceiling. Minutes passed and you hardly blinked, the glow in the dark stars you and Jisung had stuck on the ceiling slowly melting into the ugly cream paint. You had put the stars up when you were in fourth grade. Jisung had received them as a birthday gift and, knowing that your parents would be more lenient than his aunt and uncle, decided it would be a great idea to put them in your room instead. At that time he slept over constantly, so it made sense to the both of you. You worked together without your parents knowledge, giggling as half of the stars ended up on each other’s faces. While your parents didn’t mind the stars, they were distraught that you had used a chair and a pile of books in order to reach the ceiling. Jisung comforted you as you sniffled, embarrassed that your parents had scolded you in front of your best friend. In fact, Jisung had always comforted you when you were distraught or in pain. You could always count on him as a shoulder to lean on, and you hoped he felt the same for you.

Determined to help him in his obvious time of need, whether he wanted it or not, you sat up and swung your legs over the side of your bed. You were best friends, god dammit, and best friends are always supposed to have each other’s backs. Throwing on a pair of shoes you stormed your way down the block towards Jisung’s house, weaving your way through the busy New York sidewalks. Finally arriving, you briefly greeted Aunt May and Uncle Ben before marching up the stairs. Not even bothering to knock, you swung his bedroom door open only to be hit right in the face with a sticky substance.

“Shit, fuck what the fuck are you doing here!” Jisung stuttered, scrambling to your side to aid you in peeling off whatever the hell was on your face.

“Jisung what the fuck? What is this? And why have you been lying to me?” You shot back, finally ripping off the remaining substance and inspecting it in your hands.

“I…it’s hard to explain.”

“Well I’m all ears. And I think I deserve an explanation at this point.” You glared, holding your ground.

“Fine.” He sighed, sitting down on his bed and patting the spot beside him, signalling for you to sit beside him. Cautiously you sat down and he shuffled closer, your thighs now pressed against one another. “So you know how I got bit by that spider and then I almost passed out on your floor?”

“A little dramatic but yes go on.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t worried,” he huffed before continuing. “Well anyways I did pass out when I got home and, well you saw me the next day. I was perfectly fine. In fact, look I got jacked!” Jisung pulls up his shirt sleeve, flexing so that you can see the newly formed muscles. Your cheeks turn red and your eyes flitted around the room, not sure where to look.

“Ok, I see, please go on.”

“Aw, little Y’n’s all shy because her best friend is hot, how cute,” he teased, prompting you to smack him on his now rather firm bicep. “Anyways, so I was like ‘huh this is weird but gotta get to school’ because, you know, education comes first! But then my hands kept…like…sticking to stuff. I mean you saw that morning, I had to pry my hands off of you! So then I kept doing stuff that was really weird for me like, dude, I closed my locker like how I normally do? Right? But the entire row shook and I swear they almost came off the wall. That’s why I didn’t walk home with you, I wanted to try and figure out what was going on. And, well, I think I figured it out.”

You looked at him expectantly as he seemed to be internally struggling with what to say next. With a sigh, he turned to face you.

“It’s easier if I just show you. You see that soda can over there? Keep your eye on it.”

Confused, you complied nonetheless, eyes trained on the empty can. In a flash, a white string shot out and attached to the can, pulling it into Jisung’s hand.

“What the fuck was that?” You gaped in awe at the can.

“It’s like, well, that spider gave me spider powers?”

“So you’re telling me that you shot me in the face with a fucking spider web?”

“…Yes? Sorry?” He grimaced, his body shrinking into his frame.

“You’re like…you’re like some sort of superhuman then?”

“I guess you could call it that, yea.”

“Well, what are you gonna do now?”

“I’m not really sure yet, I’m still trying to keep all of this shit under control.”

“Ok, well, just be safe, I guess.” You shrugged, fiddling with the frayed strings of the friendship bracelet Jisung had sloppily made for you last Valentine’s Day.

��You’re not freaked out or anything? I mean, this is pretty weird.”

“You’ve always been pretty weird Jisung, I figured you’d get into some trouble at some point. I just didn’t expect something so…supernatural, I guess.”

“I take offense to that.” He huffed, yanking at the bracelet in order to gain your full attention.

“But you know it’s true.” You teased, sticking your tongue out at him. “I mean, it’s a little freaky. As long as you’re not hurt, though, and as long as you don’t shoot any more fucking webs in my face, then I have no need to be worried.”

“Aw, is little baby Y/n worried about me? How cute.” Jisung cooed, squishing your cheeks between his palms.

“I’m always worried about you, asshole.” You rolled your eyes, swatting his hands away. “You’re such an idiot and you constantly get into shit, how could I not be.”

“You’re seriously such a mom. I promise, I’m not gonna get into any trouble, ok? You don’t have to worry about me baby.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

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Your feet pounded against the pavement as you raced towards Jisung’s house. You hardly paid notice to the people around you, unable to hear anything besides your heavy footsteps and your heart practically beating out of your chest. Arriving at his doorstep you yanked the door open, immediately calling out for anyone. You had barely kicked off your shoes when you spotted Aunt May sat at the kitchen table, her head cradled in her hands. Cautiously, you walked over, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. She looked up, giving you a feeble smile before pulling out the chair beside her, signalling for you to sit down. Neither of you spoke; neither of you even knew what to say. You sat there for what felt like hours, waiting for something to break the silence.

That something came half an hour later in the form of a panting and slightly bloodied Jisung. Rising to your feet you were prepared to take him into your arms but you held yourself back, realizing he and his aunt needed each other more than they needed you. You stood by the table, watching the two embrace each other, murmuring words of comfort to one another. Eventually, Aunt May broke away, mumbling something about needing to go to bed. Jisung turned to you, gesturing for you to follow him to his room. The door closed with a soft thud and Jisung pulled you into his arms. You rubbed a soothing hand along his back, allowing him to quietly sob into your shoulder. He pulled away after a few minutes, wiping at his eyes and allowing you to see the damage done to his face.

“What the hell happened Ji?” You queried, voice barely above a whisper as your fingertips brushed over the cuts littered around his face.

“It’s nothing.” He shrugged, turning his face away from your concern laced gaze.

“It’s clearly something. I find out that—that your Uncle has been killed? And then you’re missing for what, hours, only to come back looking like this? Do you have any idea how worried I was, let alone your Aunt?”

“I told you that you don’t have to worry about me Y/n.”

“Well clearly I do. Now tell me what. Happened.”

“I followed him.” Jisung spoke up after a pregnant pause, voice barely above a whisper.

“What? Who—who did you follow?” You stuttered, already knowing the answer but dreading it nonetheless.

“I followed that bastard who killed my Uncle.”

You started at his words, shock and anger pumping through your veins.

“Jesus Christ Jisung how fucking…reckless and, and stupid do you have to be? That’s so dangerous Jisung you could have gotten seriously hurt!”

“He killed my Uncle, Y/n. I don’t give a shit if I got hurt.”

“You may not care but I do. And did you even stop to think about how much that would destroy your Aunt? She already lost her husband she can’t lose you as well. I—I can’t lose you Ji.”

The room turned silent for a moment and you fiddled with your bracelet, waiting for Jisung to speak up. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair before he brought it down to rest upon your waist. His gaze locked with yours and you tried to comprehend what was going on in his mind.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…” Jisung trailed off, inhaling deeply. You rubbed at his arm soothingly, encouraging him to keep talking. “It’s my fault he’s dead.”

Your hand faltered on his bicep, squeezing the muscle lightly.

“What do you mean?” Your voice came out barely over a whisper, head tilting to the side in confusion. Jisung paused, taking a deep breath before speaking again.

“I could have stopped him. That fucking bastard who killed my uncle; I had the chance before to stop him but I let him go and now look what happened.”

“Ji…”

“No, Y/n, I know what you’re going to say. But I can’t help but feel like I’m at fault here, ok? Fuck, I was just so mad and upset at myself that I, I followed him.”

“You what?” You nearly yelled, pushing him slightly.

“I fucking followed him, ok? I have all these powers and shit now, why not use them to do good? It was so easy to follow him and I just…wrapped him up in the web and left him for the cops.”

“That’s so dangerous Jisung you could have gotten seriously hurt!”

“He killed my Uncle, Y/n. I don’t give a shit if I got hurt.”

“Jisung I don’t…it’s not good…this, you could’ve been hurt!”

“Why don’t you get that I. Don’t. Care!” He shouted, grasping your shoulders. “I have powers now, I can help us, help the city! I can’t just sit idly by when I know I can be out there helping people!”

You’re frozen, torn between scolding and praising him. His hands are still glued to your shoulders, his breathing labored from his previous speech. A moment passed as you both deliberated over what to say next, minds whirring a mile a minute. Bringing your hands up to rest on his chest, you heave a heavy sigh.

“Don’t get hurt, ok? I’ll fucking kill you if you get hurt.”

“Isn’t that rather counter productive.” Jisung smirked, the air in the room lightening as the serious atmosphere slowly faded away.

“You know what I’m saying asshole. Do good but stay safe. I can’t lose you.”

“I can’t lose you either, yea? You’re my best friend, I don’t know what I’d do without you. We need each other. Hell, I’d probably be dead by now if it wasn’t for you.”

“You give me too much credit.” You laugh, bringing a hand up to move his bangs away from his eyes.

“You don’t even know half of what you’ve done for me.” Jisung interjects, taking your face into his hands. “You’ve helped me so much, and you don’t even know.” His hands fell down to grasp yours, slowly walking you towards his bed. He flopped down on his back, pulling you to lay down beside him. Wrapping you in his arms, Jisung nuzzled his nose into the top of your head, both of you breathing in each other’s scent.

“Thank you.”

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Sat at one of the picnic tables in a small park by your home, you were taking in the peaceful sounds surrounding you whilst eating your lunch. Graduation had taken place a week ago, both you and Jisung earning your well earned, well mostly well earned, diplomas. Wanting to make the most of your summer before you had to head off to college, you decided to just relax, hence your current situation. You closed your eyes, concentrating on the birds chirping, only to be interrupted by a loud slam on the wooden table. Your eyes snap open to be faced with a fuming Jisung.

“Have you fucking seen this shit?” He hissed out, finger jabbing at the crumpled newspaper laid out on the table. You looked down to read the headline.

“Spider-Man: superhero or superzero?” You read aloud, looking up to face him when you’re done.

“They’re saying I’m a menace, that I—I’m terrorizing the city and making the police’s job even harder! As if the police even fucking do anything anyways! New York has never had a lower crime rate and it’s definitely no thanks to them.”

“Jisung calm down there are people around.” You whispered, coming around the picnic bench to stand before him.

“I’m sorry Y/n but I’m just so fucking pissed off right now. They’re acting like I’m the bad guy when I’m the only person doing any good out there.”

“Just ignore it, Ji. They’re just assholes trying to profit off of all the hype you’re creating. The truth is the people love you and that’s all that matters.”

“I know I just…it kinda hurts. I’m just trying to help the city but the city forces are trying to villainize me.” He sighs, bringing his forehead down to press against your own.

“Don’t let it get to you, focus on what really matters.”

“All of the people who love and adore me.” He grinned down at you.

“Don’t let all the praise get to you either, idiot.” You smack his chest, taking a step away from him. “Focus on helping people, not on what people say about you. Whether it may be good or bad.”

“I won’t, don’t worry. Even when I’m rich and famous I won’t forget about you.”

“You’re literally such an asshole.” You rolled your eyes, sitting back down at the table.

“And yet you still love me.” He teased back, taking the seat across from you.

“Occasionally.”

“More like all the time.”

“You wish, spiderboy.”

“It’s Spiderman!”

“Oh? Where? I don’t see him.”

“Look who’s being an asshole now.” Jisung whined, reaching over to snag a few of the chips you were eating.

“It’s all because I love you.” Slightly sticking your tongue out at him, you reached over to give him half of your sandwich. “Now eat up, we can’t have the city’s number one superhero starving to death.”

Jisung takes a huge bite, chewing slowly. “Always taking such good care of me.” His words were muffled, fighting to get through the sandwich stuffed in his mouth.

“Gross, swallow before you speak.” You wrinkled your nose, clamping his mouth shut with your hands. A mischievous glint filled Jisung’s eye but you stopped him before he could speak. “Who would think that the city’s number one hero would be such a pervert.”

Jisung swallowed before clearing his throat. “You’re the only one who gets to know baby.” He grinned.

“So annoying.”

“Only for you babe, only for you.”

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“I think I’m dying.” Jisung groaned, flopping through your window onto the bed, his hand clutched to his side.

“Jesus Christ Ji, what the hell happened?”

“The fucking Goblin. He won’t stop terrorizing the city. Got me in the side with some weird flying machine thing. It’s not that deep, see?” Jisung removed his hand, showing you the shallow gash. You had seen worse on him, that was true, but it still looked painful. Since you were the only one who knew the man behind the mask, Jisung had taken to visiting you whenever he got hurt, despite your less than subpar nursing skills. Not to mention that you had to come up with weak excuses for your parents in order to explain the sudden influx of first aid kits littered around your room.

“You need to be more careful.” You tsked, rummaging through your desk drawer to find an open kit. “I swear, I’m about to go broke from buying you all this shit.” You pour some alcohol onto a cotton pad, swiping it over the wound.

“Fuck, it’s not exactly something I can control.” He hissed out, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You know, for some odd reason, the bad guys don’t exactly care whether or not I get hurt.”

“Looks like I have to give them a good talking to then, because I really can’t waste all my money on this shit.”

“Thanks for your concern.”

“Yea, yea, whatever. Now take the suit off.”

“If you wanted to see me naked you should have just asked.”

“I don’t want you to be naked I just need to get this bandage around you. And I did ask. You should really get a better suit, you know, this one is practically being held together by thread.”

“And where am I supposed to get a better suit?”

“I don’t know, ask someone on craigslist or something.” You mumbled. Unwinding some gauze, you began to wrap it around Jisung’s waist. The task required you to reach around him, your cheek nearly coming in contact with his chest. Finishing up, you pulled away, cheeks red from the close proximity. You busied yourself with cleaning up your equipment, unaware of how Jisung’s face was flushed, the coloring travelling down to his bare chest. Closing the kit, you turned back to face Jisung who had managed to calm his beating heart.

“You should go home now, it’s getting late and your Aunt might notice you’re gone.”

“Actually she went to stay with her sister for the weekend, something about needing a girl’s weekend. I was hoping I could stay here?” Jisung’s voice raised at the end, bringing a duffle bag out from behind his back.

“Guess I can’t exactly say no, can I. Don’t want to get in trouble for kicking a superhero out of my house.”

“Stop acting like I’m a chore.” He whined, tugging at your sleeve.

“Of course you can stay over, what kind of best friend would I be if I made you go home?” You smiled, patting his hand. “Now go get washed up, you smell like shit.”

“Always so kind to me.” Jisung grinned, lifting himself off of your bed to head towards the bathroom. He winced lightly as he stood and you sat straight up but Jisung merely waved you off, signalling that he was all right. You fiddled around on your phone while you waited for him to get washed up, having already gotten ready for bed before his elegant arrival. The door closed and Jisung gently flopped down beside you, looking over your shoulder to gaze at your phone. Scrolling through Instagram, you watched a few funny videos before you locked your phone, reaching over Jisung to place it on your nightstand. He pulled you down onto his bare chest, deeming it too warm to wear a shirt, and you listened to his heartbeat, the sound slowly lulling you to sleep. Sweat beaded on Jisung’s forehead, both from the heat and the fear that you would pick up on how fast and erratic his heartbeat was. Lazily he rubbed your arm, staring up at your ceiling. He counted the glow in the dark stars until he fell asleep.

❃❃❃❃

Darkness clouded your vision, eyes struggling to adjust to the absence of light. A searing pain pounded at the back of your head, making it even more difficult to focus on your surroundings. Attempting to move your limbs, you find your ankles bound in chains locked to the floor. You tried to focus on a single spot in the room, shapes slowly becoming prominent. Just as you’re able to make out the items surrounding you, a door opens and the lights turn on, nearly blinding you. You bring a hand up to your eyes, attempting to shield them from the bright light. They adjust much quicker this time, and you inhale sharply at your surroundings. You’re sat in the center of the room, floors existing only on the perimeter of the room and where you’re sat, the rest of the room taken up by what is, essentially, a giant fish tank. Looking up, you lock eyes with the man behind your current situation.

“The Green Goblin.” You whispered, eyes flickering to the tripod he was fiddling with, placing a camera to face directly towards you. “W—what is this? Why am I here?”

“As if you don’t already know.” His voice rang throughout the room, his glowing green eyes piercing through your shaking form.

“I really don’t.”

“I would expect someone so close to Spiderman to be much smarter than you.” He tsked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I—I don’t know…Spiderman’s identity is a secret to the whole city—”

“Bullshit! I’m not as dumb as you and your little friend. Did he really think he could keep you safe? For fuck’s sake the kid whizzed off to your apartment every time we fought, it wasn’t hard to follow him. Too bad you always closed the curtains before he took his mask off, otherwise you wouldn’t be here; I’d be able to take out that little shit if I saw his face. Looks like I have to use you as bait instead, draw him out of hiding.”

“And then what, you throw him in the tank?”

“Oh, sweetheart, that would be too easy. I’d much rather see the city he protects turn against him, tearing him apart until he has no choice to give up. See this camera here? This camera is programmed to override every screen in the city, along with another camera situated across town. That camera, my dear, will broadcast a timer, counting down to the detonation of a bomb situated right in the heart of Manhattan. The whole city will be able to watch their favorite hero choosing you over the city. He already knows you’re here, and he knows that he has twenty minutes before that bomb goes off, and before the floor beneath you disappears, leaving you to fall into the water below you. And, spoiler alert! You won’t be able to get out.”

You shivered at his revelation, fear and disgust crawling up your spine. There was no way Jisung could save everyone, there just wasn’t enough time. Of course you didn’t want to die, but the thought of the whole city running Jisung out of town because of you? It was practically unfathomable. It did make you wonder, would Jisung risk thousands of lives just for you? Sure, you were his best friend, but that’s where the line stopped. You were convinced your feelings for him didn’t go both ways, and this definitely wasn’t how you wanted to find out how he really felt.

“Now, your little boyfriend should be here in about, hmmm, I’d give him fifteen minutes before he shows up.” The Goblin cackled, pulling your attention back to the present. “Smile for the camera, dear.” He turned the camera on before slipping out the door, giving you one last taunting wave. You sat there, rigid, feeling the eyes of thousands of people on you, even though you were alone in the room. It felt as though you were on a a dissection table, surrounded by people watching you get picked apart. People you didn’t know, people who didn’t know you, were suddenly transfixed on your every movement, waiting for Spiderman to show up; or not. The room was silent save for the water churning around you, filling you with fear with every passing moment. You had no way of knowing how much time had passed, The Green Goblin not providing you with the luxury of any form of timepiece. All you could do was sit and wait, stuck unknowing of when you were going to die. You had finally come to terms with your impending death, prepared to be plunged into the water at any moment. Then the door flew open.

“Fucking shit.” Jisung gasped, suited body doubled over in an attempt to regain his breath.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You hissed, tears forming at the edge of your eyes. “You have to leave. You have to save the city.”

“I’m not leaving you. There’s still time, I can get you out of here.”

“No, you can’t. I’m…there’s chains. You can’t, you have to leave.” Your voice cracked as you tried to keep your composure. “Just…just let me go. The world needs you.”

“But I need you.” Despite the mask covering his face, you could tell he was staring straight into your eyes, trying to convey the emotions he couldn’t put into words. Your heart clenched, tears falling down your cheeks as you tried to comprehend all the emotions flying around the room. Struggling to splutter out a response, Jisung cut off your blubbering.

“Besides,” His voice suddenly had a cocky lilt to it and you could tell he was smirking under his mask. “I’ve got this.” He brought his left hand out from behind him, a mass of wires and metal sat in his hand.

“Is that…?”

“The bomb?” He chuckled, tossing the contraption up into the air. “Why yes, yes it is.”

“Why the hell didn’t you lead with that?”

“I thought this would be more dramatic; besides, the city is watching.”

“You asshole.”

“You love me.”

“So now what, we blow up and the city is saved?”

“Of course not!” He exclaimed. “You see, The Goblin made a mistake. This pool is meters deep and there is no one around for maybe a mile wide radius. If I were merely to drop this bomb into the pool, the water would take all of the shock from the explosion. So, let me just put this here and I can help you get out of here.” With that, Jisung dropped the bomb into the pool before swinging over to where you sat, fingers working to unlock the chains from around your ankles.

“You’re insane Jisung.” You whispered, making sure the camera wouldn’t be able to pick up his name.

“Only for you, babe.” He muttered. “It’s not coming off fuck ok, give me a second.” He dropped the lock and positioned his wrist at the keyhole. Webs shot out, wrapping around and inside the lock. You held your breath, gaze unwavering from Jisung’s handiwork.

“How much time do we have?”

“Enough.” A second later, the lock shattered from the pressure of the webs and Jisung scooped you up. “Hang on, we gotta get out of here before that thing goes off.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, Jisung swung out of the building, moving as fast as he possibly could to get you away from the explosion’s radius. You closed your eyes tightly, the wind rushing past your ears as you hid your face in Jisung’s shoulder. A loud boom echoed from behind you, and you peaked out to see a large column of water shoot up from the building you had escaped from. You shuddered at the sight, arms tightening around Jisung’s neck.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, landing to perch on top of a nearby building. “Everyone’s safe. You’re safe.” Whipping off his mask, Jisung shook out his hair. It was only then that you noticed the tears running down his face. You brought your hands up to his cheeks, softly stroking them as you wiped away the tears. His eyes closed, nuzzling his cheeks further into the warmth of your hands as he grasped at your waist. The world seemed to be at a standstill, the events of the past few hours feeling eons away as the two of you held each other. A quavering breath broke the silence and Jisung finally opened his eyes, his gaze filled with emotion.

“Are you—are you ok? You must have been so scared, fuck, it’s all my fault.”

“No, it’s not your fault. We both should have been more careful, more smart. I should have realized he would follow you, we were both naive.”

“You don’t understand, Y/n. Do you know why he took you?” You shook your head, confusion prevalent on your face as you tried to understand what he was saying.

“Out of all the people in my life that he could have easily found, he chose you. It wasn’t just at random; there’s no way he doesn’t know about my Aunt if he knows about you. It’s because he knows that you’re my greatest weakness. He—he knows that I’m in love with you.”

Your hands faltered and you brought them down to rest on his chest, completely shaken by your best friend’s sudden confession.

“You do?”

“Obviously!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the open air. “I’ve been in love with you since, god, I don’t know! Eighth grade? But it doesn’t matter now, I put you in danger and you probably never want to speak to me again, I wouldn’t be surprised if you moved cross country.”

“Jisung shut up.” You glared at him, slapping lightly at his chest. “I would never, never, leave you. I’m so utterly in love with you, you idiot. What kind of heartless asshole would I be if I just abandoned you like that?”

“Wait, you love me too?”

“Yes! Since, like, freshman year!”

“Maybe The Green Goblin is right, we are pretty stupid.”

“Not stupid, just a little dense.” You laughed lightly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“More than a little.” Jisung shook his head, resting his forehead against your own. His gaze flickered, momentarily staring at your lips before looking back up. “Can I…?” He whispered, not needing to finish his question as you nodded slightly in compliance. You both leaned in, lips joining in the middle. It was a brief kiss, lasting no more than ten seconds, but it was all you needed to convey the love you held for the boy in front of you. Pulling away, your eyes fluttered open, a dumb smile spread across both of your faces.

“That was so much better than anything I could have ever imagined.” He grinned, his thumb coming up to rub lightly over your bottom lip.

“So you’ve imagined kissing me?”

“I’ve liked you since eighth grade. If I’m being honest, I’ve imagined doing way more with you.”

“God you’re such a pervert!” You groaned, attempting to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it. You’re my girlfriend now, we can live out all of my wildest fantasies.” He teased, tightening his grip on you.

“I’m not gonna be your girlfriend if this is how you’ll act.”

“Aw, don’t be like that baby. I’m sorry.” He pouted, pecking you briefly on the lips.

“Fine, I’ll be your girlfriend. Just, promise me you’ll be safe.”

“You know I can’t promise you that,” he sighed, “as long as I’m out here fighting crime it’s inevitable I’ll get hurt along the way.”

“I know,” you huffed, staring straight ahead at the spider emblem sewn to his chest. “But I still want you to be careful, ok?”

“I will. For you, I’ll do anything.”

“So what are we gonna do now? The Green Goblin is still out there, and we don’t know what state the city is in right now.”

“I don’t know.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “All I know is that as long as you’re by my side, everything will be ok.”

“If I don’t break up with you for being a pervert, it’ll be for comments like that.”

“Oh come on! I was being romantic! What more do you want from me?”

“How about you take me home?”

“Moving a little fast now, aren’t we?”

“What did I just say about being a pervert.” Pinching his chest lightly, you glared at his smug expression.

“Sorry babe.” He grinned. “I just can’t control myself around you.”

You shook your head at his antics, laughing nonetheless. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Jisung picked you up and you pressed a kiss to his jawline. Jisung couldn’t contain his grin as he pulled his mask back on, swinging the both of you home through the dark night’s sky.

[hoodoo12]

Chapter 9/15 SFW

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

@turtlepated @anyamercury​ @beetlewise-and-pennyjuice​ 

Next morning, bright and early with the sunrise, she was back with a new book under her arm. She was eating a piece of toast, and shoved the last of the crust into her mouth as she entered. She wiped her lips with her thumb, and he was oddly ashamed that he watched that gesture with much interest.

"Oh! Do you want something to eat?" she asked by way of greeting, like she was a thoughtless hostess and this was a perfectly normal situation. "Do you need to eat?"

Beetlejuice, who had spent the rest of the night alone trying to understand why his thoughts had gone to different sexual scenarios he could engage in with her instead of a rage that should have been more appropriate, shook his head. 

He'd sort through the thorny mess of his libido some other time, he had decided. Lisette was trying to figure him out; he would do the same to her. Time would tell who would win this stalemate.

"I can, but I don't," he replied. "It's been years since I had a cigarette, though. You got any?"

She looked surprised he answered her as if it were a real conversation, like they were buddies. Beetlejuice waited for a moment, then made a circling motion with one hand to indicate he was waiting for an expecting a response. 

"Uh . . no. I don’t."

"Of fucking course you don’t. Nobody smokes anymore," he muttered, disappointed.

She tapped her forefinger on her chin for a moment, then left the room, leaving the door open. 

He’d been left in isolation again so quickly? Beetlejuice once again heard her rummaging through the kitchen, then there was silence. After minutes passed, she came back up the stairs. The treads and the floorboards in the hallway creaked with each footstep, and then she was back in the bedroom with him. She was holding something, and in the crook of her arm was one of the stainless steel canisters from under the cabinets in the kitchen.

“I don’t have any cigarettes,” she told him again, sounding apologetic. “Can you roll your own?”

Beetlejuice cocked his head in confusion. She held out her hands; in one was a box of stick matches, in the other, a cardboard box of rolling papers. She opened the small canister to show him dried, shredded leaves inside. The faint scent of tobacco wafted to him.

“You don’t have cigarettes but you have the stuff to make cigarettes?” he asked drily. Lisette shrugged. “The tobacco can be used in different rituals. The matches are just matches. The rolling paper . . . well, I didn’t buy it for tobacco, specifically.”

Despite himself, Beetlejuice laughed. “You’ve got a stolen forbidden book, you’ve captured me, and you’re embarrassed to say out loud you smoke weed?”

A blush crept over her cheeks and she laughed too. “Yeah. I guess. Marijuana is legal in Connecticut for medical purposes, but not just for fun. Would you prefer that instead of tobacco?”

The thought of a joint instead of a cigarette was tempting; it’d been even longer since he’d taken a hit than simply had a smoke. It would be simple and innocent enough to light one up, and offer her a toke, like people do, and maybe she’d accidently break the barrier . . .

“You wanna join me?” Beetlejuice asked.

Lisette shook her head. “No thanks. Too early in the day for me.”

He hid his disappointment and filed that information away for later. “Cigarette it is, then.”

With no further hesitation, Lisette tossed him the supplies one at a time, the canister, then the small box of rolling papers. As for the matches, she removed all but one from the box before passing it along. Each of them passed over the chalk inscriptions with no problem, which was interesting tidbit of information: things could enter the circle, he just couldn’t leave. Beetlejuice caught them all, and occupied himself with the task of making his own cigarette.

It had been a while since he had, so it took a little time for the proper technique to come back to him. As he struggled a bit getting the paper tight enough around the tobacco, he groused, “If you’re used to rolling joints, why didn’t you just make a cigarette for me and throw that into this prison?”

Lisette looked a little surprised, as if that hadn't occurred to her, but answered, “You didn’t ask!”

He gave her a look that conveyed his exact thoughts on that amount of pettiness, then licked the free edge of the paper standing upright between his fingers and pressed it down. It was slightly looser than he would have liked and it had a shitty crutch he made out of the thin cardboard he found in the box of rolling papers instead of a real filter, but a smoke after who knows how many years was a treat anyway. Beetlejuice lit the match by flicking it against his thumbnail, and once the end of the cigarette was going, stuck it in his mouth. His first inhale of a corporeal cigarette in ages was bitter and hot. 

It was great.

Beetlejuice let himself be lost in the physical act of smoking for a moment. It suddenly hit him that not only had this breather said his name twice, drawing him three-quarters into the living world, but whatever arcane techinque she used to keep him in this circle made that three-quarters last longer than it ever had before. This situation wasn’t perfect, but that was a nice little bonus. 

Lisette sat quietly with her skirt hiked up passed her knees. Idly he wondered if she was wearing any panties. Beetlejuice kept a lungful of smoke in longer than would be comfortable, then let it out in a stream that twisted a little like a Sandworm. That trick usually made a breather nervous, since it looked a little alive, but the woman near the wall didn’t react to it. 

Instead, she went back to her books, flipping through pages, leaving them open on the floor, writing notes in her journal, and cross-referencing things. Beetlejuice watched her research and wondered to himself what exactly she was thinking. 

After his cigarette was gone and she was still absorbed in her books, he asked, 

“Figured anything out yet?”

She glanced up at him with an annoyed expression pinching her face. “No.”

He scooted along the floor to be closer to her. The chalk circle she’d drawn was four inches wide, so with her leaning against the wall by the door, her knees were less than a foot away from him. He could reach out and grab her, if this barrier was down.

Beetlejuice craned his head to try and read the books upside down. 

“Is that a Bible?” “Yes,” she replied, distracted, as she continued to scribble.

“Would I be able to touch it?”

She finally looked up, genuinely confused. “What the hell does that mean?”

He nodded towards the other books. “I couldn’t quite touch those two. Earlier. When I, uh, wrecked your room.”

Lisette stared at him blankly for a moment before she understood. “Oh. Right! They have wards on them to prevent non-human or non-living beings from interacting with them. Safety precautions, you know. Of course, that doesn’t really help me narrow down ghost versus demon in your case . . .”

She let her voice trail off, then went back to the Bible she’d been perusing. Beetlejuice let her have a few more moments, then just as she was settling back into her work, he interrupted. 

“Which version of the Bible do you have? Is it both Old and New Testament? Do you have a Qur’an? The Torah? The Codex Seraphinianus? The Voynich Manuscript?” 

Lisette returned the look he’d given her earlier: irked. “Why are you asking?”

He shrugged. “Just wondering exactly what you’re using to try and decipher the riddle wrapped in an enigma that is me.”

“With a head that big I’m surprised you made it through the doorframe into this room,” she replied drily. “Of course, you were going full steam. All because I said your name. Interesting.”

Beetlejuice scowled a little, hating to be reminded how desperate he’d been. He let silence fill the room for a few beats. She broke the quiet before he did this time.

“You mentioned Al Azif. Not many other texts have information about shoggoths in them. Have you read it? Did you just randomly pick a name from the book? What’s the connection between it, them, and you?”

“Maybe Alhazred named shoggoths after me,” Beetlejuice suggested. 

That made her furrow her brow for a moment, but eventually she shook her head. “No, I only know one account of a shoggoth taking human form.” Even though his lie was dismissed, he saw by the expression on her face some new thought had come to her. Her eyes found his, and excited, she asked, “Were you there when Alhazred wrote it?”

“Maybe,” Beetlejuice hedged. He couldn’t decide if letting her know his age would be a problem.

“Interesting . . .” Lisette repeated, and dropped her eyes back to her journal to write a note. Her mouth moved a little as she did, and it was vaguely similar to the times he saw her praying.

“So you’re pretty devoted, huh?”

Confusion and harder thinking looked the same on her face. “What?”

“You pray a lot. Devoted Catholic, right?” he guessed. Two could play at taking stabs at the other’s truths.

“My grandmother was Catholic, but I wasn’t raised anything,” Lisette admitted.

“Then what are you praying?”

“What? I’m not praying, I’m just talking to myself!”

For some reason, that admission made Beetlejuice laugh out loud. “Jesus. I’ve been alone for forever it seems, and even I don’t do that!” 

Lisette looked slightly offended, which made him laugh harder. 

“Whatever,” she told him, but it was good to see something needled her.

tbc

[brieflygorgeouss]

thinking thoughts of you and me

They are supposed to write about what they're most scared of.

Which is — great. As if Lucas didn’t dislike literature enough already.

The teacher says, ”Focus on your personal experience, okay?” and writes a date on the board, of when they’re supposed to turn the paper in. It’s next Monday.

Lucas’s gaze catches on it and then stays, until Imane nudges him with her elbow, saying, ”Just so you know, if you don’t write down the requirements right now, I’m not giving my notes to you later.”

———

”If you could be anywhere right now,” Lucas asks, ”where would you want to be?”

It’s past midnight. Lucas can hear Eliott’s steady heartbeat where he has his ear pressed to Eliott’s chest. All he can see are the dark shapes of furniture on the other side of the room and the numbers on the digital clock on his nightstand blinking in the dark and the faint outline of Eliott’s shoulder illuminated by them. It’s one of those nights when his mind doesn’t want to sleep even when his body does. That happens sometimes, when he’s tired and when something in his mind goes slightly sideways, and Lucas just keeps thinking and thinking and thinking. The night always feels a little heavier than it should, then. He wonders if that makes any sense at all.

Eliott is warm next to him, running hot everywhere they’re touching, his arm slung over Lucas’s waist to keep him close, and Lucas would think that he’s asleep if it wasn’t for his fingers tracing Lucas’s spine where his shirt rides up, a tiny movement. Lucas presses his ear closer to Eliott’s chest and counts his own breaths, matches them to the pace of Eliott’s heartbeat just because he can.

”I don’t know,” Eliott answers after a while, quietly, after Lucas counts to 30 and gets lost. His voice blends into the night, fits right in next to the sound of cars outside, sounds of the city drifting into the room through the open window. ”Where would you want to go?”

”I asked you first,” Lucas says. He tilts his head up, trying to catch Eliott’s gaze, but then Eliott’s hand tangles in his hair, lazily, familiar, and Lucas stays where he is, closing his eyes. He wonders if Eliott can feel Lucas’s lashes against his skin. He hopes so.

”But my answer depends on your answer,” Eliott tells him, sounding right on the verge of sleep. His hand in Lucas’s hair feels heavy. His arm around Lucas’s waist feels warm, a familiar weight. Lucas breathes in, breathes out.

”Why?”

”Because I wanna be where you are,” Eliott says. His hand on Lucas’s spine stills. ”And I’ll go wherever you wanna go. So?”

And Lucas thinks, anywhere. Anywhere, with you.

———

They don’t rush things — or try not to, anyway, because minute by minute is one thing and being in love is another. Lucas moves back into his room and makes sure the lock on the door works, and Eliott spends every other night in his bed, now that he actually has one and doesn’t have to sleep on that godforsaken couch anymore.

Eliott asks him about it, once, smiling like he never ever stopped, ”Was the couch really that bad?”

”Yes,” Lucas says. ”You’ve spent enough time on it to know that yourself.”

They’re supposed to be doing homework together, which Lucas should have known was a bad idea from the very beginning, but Eliott kissed him at the school gate, saying, ”We’re going to yours, then?” and how was Lucas supposed to say no to that, honestly. So here they are, sprawled on the bed side by side, Lucas with his chemistry notebook and Eliott pretending to go over literature. Neither of them touched their notes in half an hour.

Eliott props up on his elbow and casts Lucas a glance, turning towards him. His hair is a mess and his eyes are gleaming in the afternoon sun; Lucas’ gaze catches on his lips for a second too long before moving elsewhere. They’re mingling into each other’s spaces, curling like parentheses, centimeters apart, Eliott lying on his side and Lucas on his stomach. Eliott’s hand brushes Lucas’ arm when he plays with a page of his book.

”I mean, I don’t know,” Eliott is saying, tilts his head like he’s in deep thought, but Lucas can see a smirk starting to pull at the corner of his mouth already. ”I kind of liked it, you know.”

It makes Lucas frown, half-confused and half-sure it’s some kind of a joke. ”Are you serious?”

”Yeah,” Eliott tells him then, and then the beginnings of the smile break out into a wide grin before Eliott can stop it. He raises his eyebrows suggestively, says, ”Some really cool things happened on there, it makes me feel almost nostalgic—” and then he starts laughing at Lucas’ slightly flustered oh my god, the sound loud and free, and Lucas can’t help a smile on his own.

”I don’t know what your priorities are,” he says in retaliation, fighting his ridiculous abashment at the thought, ”but I actually prefer to have a door that locks instead of camping out in the middle of the living room while doing all the cool things you mean,” and it only makes Eliott grin wider as he smoothes a hand along the line of Lucas’ jaw, ducks his head down to press a kiss on his cheekbone.

”You have a point,” he giggles, kissing Lucas’ temple, then again and again, sweet. ”You have a point, actually.”

———

So what is Lucas afraid of?

———

The thing about fear is this — once it grows roots, it’s impossible to weed out.

He doesn’t think about it often, but sometimes he does. See, Lucas is good at it — at pushing thoughts onto the outskirts of his mind, at keeping the thoughts at bay. Somewhere where he can lock them away in the daylight and reach for them in the nighttime. Keep them around for only a second or two, feel the sting of them, then tuck them away again, for later. For good. He’s had a lot of practice.

He does that less and less, but it happens, still. It’s a sting as he writes a new message to his dad, wonders if he’ll reply this time and knows that he probably won’t. When he talks to his mom and she keeps smiling at him like nothing bad ever happened, even though they both know it did. When he lets his mind wander and remembers all the shitty things he did to Yann because he was looking for the sun at midnight like an idiot. Remembers all the shitty things he said to Eliott, once, thinks that Eliott is a much better person than Lucas himself if he was able to swallow it all down, push it away, forgive.

———

He walks Eliott all the way to his parents’ apartment on Wednesday after class; they hold hands throughout the whole bus ride there, and then during the walk from the bus station, too. Eliott lifts their tangled hands to his lips at one point, brushes a kiss against Lucas’s knuckles and Lucas almost stutters halfway through the story he’s telling.

”Come on,” Eliott tugs him to the front door of the apartment building once they’re there, ”You can just say ”Hi” and go.”

Lucas pretends to think about it as Eliott rocks on his feet, but then just rolls his eyes with a smile when Eliott mutters a please, come on. ”Just for a while.”

”Just for a while, scout’s honor,” Eliott tells him, makes a weird salute-like gesture, and before Lucas can tell him that it doesn’t mean anything if he was never a scout, he’s tugging him upstairs.

Eliott’s parents are in town for a visit, a couple of days here and then off to somewhere again. His mom makes dinner, and Lucas would love to stay for it, too, like Eliott insists, but he already promised Imane to meet up and go over the biology material before the test next week. He needs to be at her house in half an hour or she might never agree to help him again like she threatened last time, and he’d like to prevent that from happening. He tells Eliott as much as they climb up to the apartment and Eliott just shoots him a look over his shoulder.

”She likes you too much to do that,” he says, opening the door.

”That’s not true,” Lucas says, but weakly. Eliott raises an eyebrow at him, gestures for Lucas to come in first, then shuts the door behind them, shrugs off his jacket.

The whole apartment smells of spices already; there’s music coming in from the kitchen, followed by a low humming, slightly off tune. It stops seconds after the door shuts behind them, and then Eliott’s mom comes out of the kitchen, drying her hands with a towel, smiling brightly.

”Everything’s almost ready,” she says in the lieu of a hello, rises on her tiptoes to kiss her son’s cheek, then kisses Lucas’s cheek, too, unexpected. ”It’s nice to see you, Lucas.”

Lucas tries to ignore the weird urge to lift his hand to where Eliott’s mom kissed him and smiles politely instead. ”You too, Mrs. Demaury.”

It’s only his third time seeing Eliott’s parents, since they’re out of town so often. They’re nice people, warm and welcoming and seemingly fitting with one another like Lucas only has seen on TV or read in the books. There is something about the atmosphere they’ve created in their home that makes Lucas feel slightly off, every time he’s around.

They’re a real family. Maybe that’s what it is.

”Hello, Lucas!” he hears from the kitchen, Eliott’s dad in a spot Lucas can’t see from the hallway, so he pokes his head into the room. Mr. Demaury is the midst of chopping up onions and looks like he’s about to cry from it. Lucas waves at him a little lamely and he waves back.

”How have you been?” Eliott’s dad asks. He smiles the exact same smile that Eliott has.

”Good,” Lucas says, because he’s stellar at small talk, you see. ”I’m sorry the onions are making you cry, Mr. Demaury.”

Eliott snickers at that as he comes up behind Lucas and rests his chin at the top of Lucas’s head.

”Thank you,” Eliott’s dad says at that, shooting his son a look and then turning back to his task. ”You’re the only one who feels any compassion here.”

”Will you eat with us, Lucas?” Mrs. Demaury asks, ignoring her husband, and it makes Lucas smile. ”There’s more than enough for you, too.”

”I promised to meet up with a friend today, I’m sorry,” he tells her, and something like genuine disappointment flits across her features at that. Lucas writes it off as a trick of light. ”Just came to say "Hi".”

”That’s nice of you,” she says, and Eliott repeats it into Lucas’s hair, low enough only for him to hear, yeah, you’re so nice, Lucas, which makes Lucas’s chest swell with affection, a sudden surge, there and then gone again, even though he knows Eliott's kidding. ”Next time then.”

”Yeah,” Lucas agrees, ”next time.”

He feels weird about it. Feels weird as he and Eliott lounge around the kitchen for a couple of minutes, feels weird when Eliott kisses him goodbye at the front door later, once, twice, thrice, drawing it out as if they aren’t supposed to see each other tomorrow. Lucas is not complaining, only melts into it until Eliott mutters, ”Have fun with Imane,” and Lucas is reminded that he’s supposed to be at her place in like fifteen minutes. He hears Eliott laugh at him as he scrambles down the stairs, calls out to him to shut up as a goodbye but without any real heat in the words. Eliott sends him a text approximately 10 seconds later. It’s a heart.

It feels weird when he’s sitting on a bus, and later when he’s arguing with Imane over their notes, later when he’s on his way back to his place. It’s one of those things he pushes away until he can’t anymore, until it bubbles up like a balloon someone wanted to keep under the surface of a lake.

On his walk back from the bus station, Lucas’s phone vibrates with a new text message. It’s a notification about a transfer to his bank account, the exact same amount as always, not more, not less.

He feels weird, and here’s why — looking at Eliott’s family makes him miss his own.

They used to be like that, too, is the thing. When Lucas was five, six, seven years old and everything was okay, in a different time and a different place. They used to go on vacation in the summer, go to the park on the weekends. His mom taught him how to play the piano every Thursday afternoon and sent him off to school with a kiss to his cheek every morning. His dad used to read him bedtime stories and always pretended not to see when Lucas very obviously fed his vegetables to their dog under the table at dinner. His parents used to dance around the living room in the evenings, with Lucas curled up on the couch. He used to think it was gross when he was eight. He used to think, I can’t wait for the day when they stop.

Sometimes Lucas thinks it would be better for him if things between his parents were always shit; if he never knew what it’s like to have a full, loving family, he wouldn’t know what he’s supposed to be missing, right?

But he does. It’s not fair.

And now, it’s Eliott’s mom who presses kisses to Lucas’s cheek, Eliott’s dad who’s asking about his day. Imane’s parents smiled at him when he was leaving, too, saying, ”See you soon!”

It’s a stupid thing to get sad about, but that’s how he feels.

He sends his mom a text, i’m sorry that we haven’t talked recently. i miss you. To his dad, he sends, thank you for the money.

A couple of minutes later, his mom sends him a Bible verse in reply, something about patience, and humility, and longing. His dad doesn’t respond at all.

Lucas remembers, acutely, as he stares at his phone with the city streets getting dark around him, how when he was smaller, he asked his dad once if he thought the world was a fair place. A child’s question, and he doesn’t even remember why he asked it in the first place. His dad said, ”I think most people get exactly what they deserve, son.”

Lucas pockets his phone and goes.

———

Later, he opens up a word document on his computer and types his name at the top of the page, then the title below it, and then stares at the blinking cursor for the next twenty minutes.

The thing I am scared of, the page tells him, in big letters.

Lucas closes the file without writing anything, tells himself he still has time. It’s just a stupid homework assignment anyway.

———

”Truth,” Basile says, ”or dare?”

Arthur says, ”This is ridiculous.”

It really is. The party is going wild in the living room, the bass pouring through the speakers and people laughing and mingling on the dance floor, while Lucas is — well, here. Sitting on the floor in a circle with his friends and a few other people he doesn’t think he knows, more than slightly tipsy, playing fucking truth or dare, of all things, or something between that and spin the bottle, anyway. Basile had ushered them all in here and made them sit on the floor and then whipped out an empty bottle of beer out of nowhere and it was already too late to escape by then, even though they all kept telling him that this was not how this game worked.

The only thing that’s making it all slightly less dumb is Eliott’s weight against Lucas’s side where he’s sitting next to him.

”Don’t try to get out of this, dude,” Basile says, shooting Arthur a look that is probably meant to be warning, except that Basile is too far gone at this point, so it just looks weird. ”Truth or dare?”

”Fine, Jesus. Truth.”

”Who,” Basile says, ”is the person you hate the most and why?”

Arthur very obviously pretends to think about it before he says, ”You, for making me play this game right now,” while looking Basile straight in the eye, and Lucas can’t help the laugh that escapes him, especially when others start laughing, too.

Because yeah, the game sucks, kind of, but the rest is fine. Lucas has been stressing over too many things at once again, has been getting lost in his own head, thinking about school and family and everything else. It’s good not to think about anything for a while. Good to just spend some time with his friends, with Eliott leaning into his side, getting tipsy and loose-limbed and flushed, feeling the bass thrumming in his veins. He lets his hand trail down Eliott’s arm, centimeters from his own, then tangles their fingers together without looking.

Arthur spins the bottle this time, even though Basile complains, and Lucas watches it until it stops, pointing at Eliott.

”Truth or dare,” Arthur asks.

Eliott squeezes Lucas’s hand in his. ”Dare.”

When Lucas turns and looks at him, Eliott is already smiling brightly with a glint in his eyes, slightly flushed from the alcohol and the overall commotion of the party. Lucas feels light-headed at the sight; then briefly wonders if it’s because he’s drunk too much or if it’s just Eliott.

”Okay,” Arthur says, raising his eyebrows, and it takes him just a few seconds to come up with, ”Kiss the most attractive person in the room.”

”Dude,” Basile says, ”he’d have to, like, kiss himself,” and Lucas faintly registers Yann and Mika cackling across the room at the comment, but Eliott just shrugs a little sheepishly, muttering, well, that’s easy, and then turns and cups Lucas’s face and kisses him right there and then.

Time gets a little wobbly after that. Lucas closes his eyes and angles his head and everything that isn’t Eliott’s lips or Eliott’s warmth kind of just fades away. Maybe playing this game wasn’t such a bad idea after all, if he gets to kiss Eliott just like that. His heartbeat is thrumming in his veins, almost matching the rhythm of the song from behind the wall.

”You two need to get a room, I swear, you're both insufferable,” Emma mutters when Eliott moves away and Lucas regains the ability to process his surroundings again, but she’s smiling widely as she says it. Lucas smiles back at her.

”More like boring,” Arthur says, and then, ”I should’ve known he’d choose Lucas anyway.”

Eliott laughs at that, throws his arm around Lucas’s shoulders and drags him closer, presses another quick kiss to his hair.

”Not boring,” he says, but it’s quiet enough that Lucas doesn’t think anyone else can hear the words, ”Just in love.”

———

Later, when they’re collectively staggering to the nearest bus stop, Yann leans a bit more heavily on Lucas between one step and the next and then all of a sudden says, words slurring together a little, ”You seem happy,” and then, ”Are you happy?”

That’s — unexpected, a little. Lucas blinks, repeats the question in his mind, then asks, ”Is that what you think about when you’re drunk?”

He’s sobered up a little by this point, although most of his thoughts are still hazy. It’s probably closer to dawn than to midnight right now, and the streets are quiet and dark but familiar despite it all, still. Eliott is behind them somewhere, saying goodbye to Sofiane. Arthur and Basile went ahead with a few other people and have already disappeared behind a corner, wobbly and laughing at each other.

”You’re my best friend, you know,” Yann says, and stops on the sidewalk, abruptly. His expression is serious. He gets like this sometimes in the strangest moments when Lucas least expects it. Lucas used to read into it a lot, before; now, he just breathes the night air in and watches as Yann sways on his feet a little. ”Of course I think about you.”

”Okay,” Lucas says, letting a tentative smile onto his face, but still not letting go of Yann entirely, because he doesn’t trust his balance fully yet. ”I’m doing fine. Why are you asking?”

”Just wanted to make sure."

It’s— such a simple and honest statement that it makes something warm unfurl in Lucas’s chest. And then Yann says, ”You deserve all the happiness you can get, you know.”

He means it. Yann’s leaning on Lucas in the middle of the sidewalk at 4 in the morning on a Saturday and he means it, Lucas realizes with slight bewilderment, Yann means everything he’s saying. Lucas blinks up at him, at his solemn face, a weird thing after a whole night of drinking and having fun, looks at his best friend who’s decided that right now is the best time to make Lucas feel like he’s more than he really is, and he thinks, stupidly grateful, thank you, thank you.

”As long as you guys are around,” he says after a couple of seconds instead, when he finds his voice, ”I’ll be okay.”

———

On Saturday, he drags himself out to the kitchen at roughly 2 pm, makes himself tea in an attempt to somewhat ease the hangover and then joins Mika and Lisa in the living room. They’re watching reruns of some TV show Lucas vaguely remembers having seen before. He stays around anyway, rolls his eyes at Mika’s running commentary and argues with Lisa over the volume being too high.

When Manon comes over, later, a tray of muffins in her hands, she only shoots them a glance and, chuckling, asks, ”Having fun?”

And honestly, Lucas thinks in the back of his head, fighting Mika off of him when Eliott sends him a text and Mika immediately tries to read it over Lucas’s shoulder at one point, yeah. It’s not bad at all.

———

So, here's how it is, eventually — on Sunday, Lucas finally writes the goddamn assignment, stares at the words until he feels lighter.

His assignment starts with, ”I am scared of people leaving me behind.”

It ends with, ”Some of them will. Some of them won’t. That’s okay.”

———

Eliott waits for him by his classroom when Lucas gets out of literature. He’s leaning against a wall, typing something on his phone, but raises his head before Lucas can even call out to him. The smile that lights up his whole face is breathtaking.

”Ready to go?” Eliott asks, kisses him in lieu of a hello as soon as Lucas gets close, and Lucas lets a smile bloom on his face.

”Yeah,” he says, takes Eliott’s hand, holds on tight, ”Let’s go."

[vin-taege]

cult following (m)

summary: in the middle of making a new movie, your co-star’s irresistible looks and explosive personality soon turn it into a porno.

genre: smut, fluff, pwp

pairing: actor!Jin x reader

words: 2.6k

warnings: spitting, boob jobs, degradation, kinda hate sex but not really, semi-pubic sex, sexual taunting (?), rough sex, unprotected sex, semi-clothed sex, choking, frenemies

(this gif will be the death of me)

The sweater the stylists gave you was a little too itchy for your liking, but they couldn’t find any replacements for it. They were already given a good scolding by your manager, but that still didn’t help your situation now – a tiny itch at the bottom of your back, growing into a huge nuisance. To say it was distracting was an understatement. 

However, even with the itchy sweater, the shitty set, and the blinding lighting, the show must go on.

This was the climax of the film; you were supposed to scream for help, and just as Jungkook’s about to stab you, Jin emerges from behind the counter to whack him over the head with a fire extinguisher. The old “I’m-not-dead-yet” trope in horror movies.  

Everything was going well so far. You were down to your final line before Jin’s cue. “They were our friends! I- We- We trusted you! What would you even gain with- with- fuck!”

“Cut!” Yoongi hopped off the director’s chair, nose crumpled in frustration. “This is the fourth time, ___. Could you please get your lines memorized? It’s ‘What would you even gain in doing this!” he repeated, digging his nails into his palm. Yoongi wasn’t the director anymore, he was just this small, shaking ball of rage. “It’s one simple line, ___. One simple line!” 

Over the sound of Yoongi’s relentless yelling, you could hear Jin snicker, the man now leaning over the counter and whispering to Jungkook. “I told you she was perfect for the role of all boobs, no brain” 

“Hyung, she might hear-“ 

“If only your acting was as good as your face,” you shot back at him, giving him a look that shot daggers. “Don’t get so high and mighty with me, Mr. Kim. You weren’t exactly so smooth with your lines three scenes ago.” 

“Do you know how difficult it is to act with fake blood in your mouth?” he slammed the fire extinguisher down the marble countertop, an awkward silence immediately filling the set. “I could feel the unmixed cornstarch at the back of my throat!” 

“Oh, no, princess isn’t used to having shit down his throat. Why don’t you cry about it to your PA?”  

In the midst of the commotion, Jungkook managed to silently move away, mildly annoyed, but also very much afraid with the bickering going on between his two co-stars. He slid next to Yoongi, who was now mumbling curse words while rubbing his temples. Next to him was Jimin, scribbling something down on his clipboard before turning to Jungkook. “Ah, well isn’t this the perfect time to, uh, retouch your makeup! You won’t mind Mr. Jeon having a quick retouching right, boss?”

The assistant nervously laughed, clutching Jungkook’s arm tightly to drag him away from the chaos in the making. Yoongi didn’t even bat an eyelash. 

“Okay, that’s enough!” He shouted, catching Jin mid-scream. “There will be no fighting in my set. Not in my set. You,” he punctuated with a finger flitting between you and Jin. “Fifteen minute break to get your shit together.”

Your respective assistants walked you off, making sure to lead you in opposite directions. Mina fussed over you, adjusting your clothes from time to time, and straightening your hair. “You were doing amazing, Ms. ___.  Don’t pay attention to him, he’s just jealous of your star power. How about you visit Mr. Jeon’s trailer, he sounds like a sweet boy.”

Mina, though faithful to you, was also a nervous wreck sometimes. You appreciated the fact that she didn’t want to disappoint you, but she was also too much at times. “I really don’t want to bother Jungkook. I’m pretty sure he would rather not see me after what happened with Jin.” 

The echo of your heels on the polished floor was the only thing heard for a while. Mina busied herself with double-checking your schedule and answering phone calls directed to you. She was in the middle of a call with one particular pushy client when she realized that you weren’t walking beside her anymore. “Ms. ___? Ms____!” 

Unbeknownst to her, you took a right turn minutes ago to walk into a dimmed down set, the faint silhouette of a bed inside prompting you to come in. Your hectic schedule barely left you with time to yourself, much less time to sleep. At least a fifteen minute power nap and a few feet away from Jin were enough to be grateful for. 

The bed was bigger than you expected, a king-sized one graced with a soft comforter and big, fluffy pillows. This way an opportunity way too good to pass off.  

You kicked your heels off, stretching your arms a little, before plopping onto the mattress. You draped the comforter over your tired body, and curled into a little ball. For a few minutes, it was good. Until you heard heavy breathing.  

“What the fuck?” you heard a hoarse voice whisper right next to you. Without a second thought, you threw off the covers, screaming and kicking the mystery man off the bed in the process. “Mina! Min-“

A hand clamped over your mouth. With your eyes adjusted to the dark, you saw Jin’s face awkwardly close to yours; his wide eyes matching your shocked expression. You licked the inside of his hand, making him draw it back in disgust. “Are you always so loud?” 

“Are you always such a perverted stalker?” His face grew red at your comment, eyebrows furrowing with annoyance. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you owned the set now.” 

“All I wanted was to rest. Just a couple of minutes away from you, but you just had to be in the same bed as I am.” 

“Big deal. I’m tired too! How about you stick to your side over there, and I stick to my side over here. Then, we shall never speak of this every again.” He rolled over, his back facing you. You let out an angry whine, tugging the comforter harshly over yourself. Jin’s eyes flew open, the cold air making him shiver. 

Wordlessly, he tugged it back, eliciting almost the same reaction from you. Soon enough, you engaged a mini tug-of-war over the blanket, both sides too stubborn to give up or just share. 

“Why don’t you act like a gentleman for once?”

“Why don’t you stop being a brat?”

One harsh tug sent you crashing down on his chest, tangling you between his warm body and the comforter. For a few seconds, both of you were frozen. The unthinkable happened and now you were squished up against the world’s most dramatic actor. He seemed to have the same thought process, though his hands slid their way to your lower back subconsciously. 

Without missing a beat, you he crashed his lips into yours, your mouths dancing in perfect sync to the kiss. His tongue prodded against your lips, asking for entrance- which you gladly gave him. You let him roam around your mouth before detaching your lips, a teasing smirk playing on your face. He groaned, harshly flipping you over.

He directed his attention to your neck, sucking and biting at every inch until the skin’s been covered with purple love bites. He brought his hips down, pressing it against you crotch. You sighed at the feeling, starting to grind against his hardening member.

“So much for power nap,” you mumbled, hearing a silent chuckle from him. His hands moved to crumple your shirt over your breasts, tugging at the straps of your bra. “Off?”

“Not enough time. You have a spare shirt in your trailer or something?” you nodded, giving him a puzzled look. He just shrugged, pulling your bra under your boobs. He shuffled closer, retracting his hips from yours, a whine coming for your lips. He laughed, bringing his knees on either sides of your torso. “I fuck just as messy as I eat, princess.

”His large hands enveloped your breasts, kneading them slowly. He leaned down to suck on a nipple, his hand pressing a fingertip on the other one. He pinched at it, making you cry out, mind overwhelmed with the sudden pain and pleasure. Giving one last solid lick, he unbuttoned his pants, slipping it off with his boxers just enough to release his dick. 

You boldly wrapped your hand around him, giving him slow strokes. He moaned, bucking his lips into your touch. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of him; the head red, pre-cum dripping all the way down to your boobs. He stared at you through half-lidded eyes, groaning at the mess he made on you. 

You continued tugging at his cock, spreading the some of the pre-cum on his shaft and around his head. You let go, only to dip your fingers into most of the pre-cum that already made its way to your breasts. You spread it over the swells of your chest as best you can; Jin almost drooling as he watched you.

“For the record, I always knew you were a tits type of guy,” you smiled at him, bringing your head up to kiss the tip of his dick. He let out a hiss, hands flying back to grab your breasts, this time a little tighter; pushing them against each other. He repositioned himself so that his tip was rubbing against the underside of your cleavage. “That I am.” 

He started to thrust into the tight space between your breasts, groaning as the supple, warm skin enveloped his throbbing cock. You raised your head a little to catch the tip of his dick with your tongue each time he thrust forward. 

Jin’s moans sounded like sweet music – high-pitched and breathless – making your core wetter with each broken cry of your name. You felt your wetness soaking through your panties. It would only be a matter of time before you leaked onto the bed. Yoongi would certainly be pissed, but with the amount of money he gets with each film, you were sure he wouldn’t have a problem replacing it, much less replacing the bed altogether. 

“F-fuck! Wanna make a mess on your tits so bad. You’d look so pretty with my cum all over you. Slap that shit on Playboy and show everyone who you’re a bitch for hm?” His lips stuttered, sending him into a frenzy. As much as he’d love to try the Playboy idea, he didn’t want to come yet. He pulled out, denying himself of his own release. “But not for today.”

Suddenly, you had an idea. It was bitchy, and downright mean to Jin, but after his snide comments from the last scene, you felt less guilty. 

“Are you done? I was starting to get a little sleepy back there,” your voice was sickly sweet, punctuated by a fake yawn. Jin’s face instantly reddened, anger slowly replacing the blissed-out expression he had. “Or maybe you’re just fucking my boobs because that’s the only way you’ll make your dick look bigger.”

Sharp pain made its way to your scalp as Jin tugged your hair back. His other hand squeezed your jaw hard, making you open it. Before you knew it, a thick glob of his pit landed on your tongue, some of it starting to drip down your throat. He clamped your jaw shut again, forcing you to swallow the saliva. 

“Spoiled starlets like you deserve nothing but cocks up your cunts,” he grunted, harshly pulling at your jeans and panties. He threw the material off the bed, but held onto your underwear, pushing half of it inside your throbbing cunt. “You need to be taught respect.”

He slapped your pussy, making you cry out. You clenched around your soiled panties as he brought his hand down again. He slowly took the wet fabric out, letting it join your pants on the floor. He dragged the head of his length from your clit to your folds, parting them as he shallowly thrusted in. “You need to learn how to obey.”

Without warning, he slammed into you, not giving you time to adjust before he started pounding mercilessly. Your previous words came back to bite you in the ass- he was nowhere near small. He wasn’t big on girth, but he sported a long cock, accompanied by a mouth-watering curve. He reached you deeper than anyone could. 

As if you were going to tell him that. You wanted to play your game a little bit more, just to see how far you could push him.

“Is that the best you h-have?” you managed to say through gritted teeth, though your legs curled around his waist to bring him closer.

“I was just warming up,” he seethed, his thrusts speeding up. You bit hard on your lower lip to stop your moans; failing as a few whimpers slipped out here and there. You clutched the bedsheets tightly, knuckles turning white. Jin was fucking into you so hard you could almost see stars. But being stubborn as always, you continued to irk him.

“I can barely – mmphm­ – barely feel you inside me right no-“ Jin cut you off with a hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Your eyes bulged out before narrowing, allowing tears caused by pleasure to fall freely. Your body shook with the intensity of how good you were getting fucked.

“You talk too much for someone you can barely remember one-liners,” he snickered, followed by a guttural moan. You could feel your orgasm building up, Jin sensing it as well with how tight you were clenching around him. “I sh-shouldn’t allow you to cu-m but…”

Hot white pleasure crashed upon you, the broad-shouldered actor fucking you through your orgasm. Your nails dug into his flawless skin, leaving deep crescent marks, and long angry stripes of red. A silent yell caught in your mouth, Jin’s grip on you still tight, making you light-headed. The mind-numbing release and the lack of oxygen was close enough to put you into unconsciousness, when he suddenly let go of you, spilling his hot seed deep in your pussy.

You took in deep gulps of air, body shivering at your heightened sensitivity. After Jin milked the rest of the cum out, he pulled out and laid next to you- panting as equally hard. When you’ve had enough time to calm down, you could faintly hear footsteps approaching, but decided to push the thought away. You turned around to face him, guilt evident in your tone.

“I didn’t mean all the shit I said.”

Surprisingly, he laughed. A wide grin broke through his blissed out features, his eyelids fluttering open to look at you. “I know.”“

We are the most problematic stars, huh?” It was funny how mere seconds ago, he was giving you the hardest orgasm of your life, and now you were talking as if you just had coffee over lunch break. “Yoongi is going to freak out.”

The thought made the two of you chuckle. 

“Mr. Kim, Mr. Min is looking for you,” The trembling voice of Jin’s assistant came from entrance. His boss rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm protectively around you, making you struggle to turn around. “He - uh- he sounds very mad,” he added, doing his best not to peek through the hand covering his eyes, making you giggle. Instead, he turned his head to the door, yelling a quick “Mina, I found them!”

In turn, you groaned, burying yourself and Jin inside the blankets. He held you close to him, trying to salvage as much of the ruined moment due to the sudden disturbance. 

“If you’re not too busy after shooting, maybe we could have dinner together?” he asked in a tiny voice, in contrast to his eyebrows wiggling suggestively. You laughed, hitting his chest lightly. 

“Sure, minus the assistants.”

A raspy chuckled followed, a sigh of agreement leaving him. “Yes, minus the assistants.”   

[globrights]

okay, but i double dare you

The Gang likes to dabble in a little Truth Or Dare when they get drunk. Sometimes, someone dares Mac and Dennis to kiss. read on ao3

2019.

It starts as simply as anything can start; with the spinning of a bottle.

There’s something about owning and operating a bar, as well as having severe alcoholism enabling them to constantly drink from their own stock, that makes this happen so easily.

“Alright, truth or dare?”

None of them ever see it coming. No one knows who’s going to get the urge that day, no one knows if they’re going to get the urge themselves. No one knows if they’ll get drunk enough to think it’s a good idea.

It all comes down to what one decides to do when one gets to the end of their bottle.

To spin, or not to spin? That is the question. It is believed that the great Trilliam Dakespeare once said such wise words. And no, this dude was not a pussy who wrote shitty plays that are hard to understand. You see, legend says that he probably invented the game. And for that, we exalt thee.

The bottle lands pointing at Mac. Dee, who spun the bottle, smiles.

“So what is it, Mac?”

The gang gets real extreme when they play truth or dare, and Mac knows that picking dare without a care isn’t a snare and makes you a bear.

And Mac ain’t no twink.

“I pick dare, Dee.”

He’s a badass.

1999.

“Oh come on,” Mac groans as the bottle points right at him. “Dee, how fucking old are you?”

“Shut up. Either pick truth, dare, or admit you’re a pansy who’s too scared to play,” Dee says with a raise of her eyebrow.

Mac groans. Neither Dennis nor Charlie is coming to his defense. When he glances at Dennis, he gives him a particularly specific look that’s concentrated in his eyes. Oh right. Dee just got out of the institution. That she got put in for burning her roommate. Which she had to drop out of college for.

“Fine, you bitch,” he sighs. Just this once he’ll be nice to her. “I pick truth.”

She rubs her hands together. He can still see faint burns on her palms.

“Ooh, I got a good one. You... ever made out with a dude?”

Dennis and Charlie have to literally hold him back when he lunges at Dee, attempting to claw her, hurt her, who knows, for suggesting such a slanderous thing.

2019.

“I dare you... to show us your dance.”

Mac shifts uncomfortably when she says this. Frank looks a little uncomfortable too, and shakes his head at Dee.

“Why... why would you wanna see that?”

“Oh, come on, you ditched the parade, you went to this prison with Frank, and then all I know is that you showed the dance to a bunch of prisoners and your dad. I’ve never seen the dance. None of us have. Except Frank, obviously.”

“I mean,” Mac scratches the back of his neck. “It’s kind of a partner dance, and my partner isn’t here, so–“

“Aw shit dude, now I wanna see it,” pipes up Charlie. “I mean, what is that dance, man? ‘Cause at first I thought it was some uh, sexy gay thing, but then when Frank got home he wouldn’t stop crying for like, hours.”

“Hours?”

“Hours, dude!”

“Sorry about that, Frank.”

“Well,” Dennis starts, “I’m not sure I want to cry today, actually. Certainly not for several hours.” He looks at Mac. “Maybe you don’t have to show us that dance. I mean, Dee did say that she wanted you to show us your dance. One person can have multiple dance routines locked and loaded, right?”

Mac finally smiles. “Yes! I like that, I’m doing that. Dee?”

“Fine,” she relents. “Permission to have my dare misconstrued granted. Drink up, boners.”

“Here, here!”

They clink their respective beer bottles and take a swig. Oh, yeah, you’re probably confused. The gang doesn’t play truth or dare the way most people do, as you’re soon to find out. They tack on a lot of their own rules and change the game to suit their wants. As they do with most games. So if you want to misinterpret someone’s dare, they have to give you permission to deviate from their original intention, and everyone has to drink.

And say ‘here, here!’ before they do it.

They like to have fun.

“So what’s the catch?” Mac asks as he gets up in front of them. Yes, forgot to mention, but when you choose to misinterpret the dare, you also give everyone in the room permission to shout out a new condition, a new part of the dare. The first person to make a pitch gets to have their idea featured.

“Dude, strip dance!”

The entire gang turns in confusion to the group of what seems like college kids at the corner booth. They’re a mixed group of men and women, but all of them seem very interested in having Mac strip.

“Oh, shut up, kid,” scolds Dennis. “This doesn’t involve any of you.”

“Yeah, I don’t want Mac taking off his clothes in the bar,” continues Dee, “or anywhere else for that matter.”

“I mean... but they did say a thing first,” implores Charlie. “So like... that’s the rule and all that. I don’t wanna see Mac take off his clothes as much as the rest of you, but rules are like... rules man.”

“Let’s just play him some music, let him dance around, and then we don’t look,” suggests Frank, making his way to the jukebox.

“Oh yeah, I’m not gonna look,” Dee says, downing her beer. “Plus we gotta set some ground rules.”

“Yeah, dude, don’t get like all weird with it. No taking your underwear off or anything,” Charlie warns. “If you do that I’m leaving.”

“Yeah, me too,” agrees Dennis, who’s staring intently at Mac.

“Dude, I don’t even want to take my pants off, especially not in front of these kids.”

“We’re all perfectly legal!”

He puts his hand up in their direction. “Not making this any less weird.”

The music starts playing, and it’s some upbeat—oh. It’s literally the music that Dennis danced to when he was a stripper.

Mac does a pop and lock, some fake karate moves, and through these moves somehow manages to reach for the hem of his shirt. He slowly starts slipping it up, revealing his chiseled abdominal muscles (or, abs, if you’re not feeling fancy), before suddenly and swiftly whipping his shirt off.

1999.

“Fine, no, I haven’t,” Mac says nervously, after the heat dies down, “because I’m straight, okay? I don’t go around doing queer shit.”

Dennis gives him a warning look, but Mac ignores it. He further ignores the way Dee’s eyes glaze over. He spins the bottle. It lands on Charlie.

“Truth or dare, dude?”

“Dare,” Charlie says without thinking, finishing his beer.

“I dare you to eat a piece of cheese from that platter outside,” Mac says, because they’re in Dennis and Dee’s home, and their mom’s having a party downstairs. Dee isn’t allowed out because guests are over and according to her mother she brings shame to the whole family. Dennis is allowed to mingle, but here he is anyway. Here they all are in Dennis’ room, because it’s bigger than Dee’s.

“What? Dude, that’s just weird. I don’t eat raw cheese, man.”

“Raw cheese?” Dennis makes a face. “How is that a thing? Cheese is just cheese.”

“Nah, dude. Charlie only ever eats cheese if it’s like, cooked. Like on pizza, or like uh, spaghetti.”

“Okay,” says Dee, barely understanding this. “But Charlie, Parmesan cheese is raw, by your definition. Like you literally just sprinkle it on top of pasta.”

“Yeah, but the heat from the spaghetti cooks the cheese, Dee, it cooks the cheese,” Charlie explains heatedly, shaking his head like she’s the fool.

“Whatever. You picked dare,” says Mac. “Go get that cheese. Bring back a piece and eat it in front of us.”

Charlie groans. “Fine! But if I throw up because of how gross the raw cheese is, that’s on you–“ he says as he leaves.

“Then we’ll get you a bin to puke in!” Mac calls after Charlie.

“Dude, you sure it’s a good idea to dare him to eat raw cheese? I mean, cheese, not raw cheese,” Dennis sighs. “Shit. Now he’s got me doing it.”

Mac shrugs, waving Dennis’ concerns off. “Nah. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?”

2019.

“Dude, I know I said I didn’t want you to take your clothes off and all, but you’re like, so good at stripping man,” Charlie comments, after everyone’s clapped for Mac’s strip dance.

“Thanks, bro,” Mac says, walking around to pick up his clothes.

“Oh, yeah, you could be, like, a great stripper and all that.”

“He probably just picked that stuff up from the gay strippers at the gay bars he goes to,” comments Dee, who was the least amused by the dance. She didn’t find it sexy in the slightest, but she has to admit Mac did pull off some impressive moves she didn’t expect.

“Shut up, Dee,” Mac retorts as he puts his clothes back on. “I mean, you’re right, but shut up.”

“Yeah,” Dennis says in a strained voice, looking very tense, and sat in a very strange angle. “Mac, spin the bottle.”

“Yeah, coming,” Mac says, walking over and spinning the empty beer. He spins it so hard it falls off the bar and crashes to the floor.

“Goddamn it, Mac, stop showing off,” Dee groans, picking up another bottle which Mac spins gently this time. It lands on Dee. “Oh shit.”

“Hah! Truth or dare, bitch?”

“Truth. I’m not interested in doing whatever messed up shit you’ve come up with.” She says, smiling as Mac deflates slightly.

He thinks over this for a bit, then raises both his eyebrows. “You ever banged a chick?”

1999.

When Charlie comes back, he takes far too long and he’s empty-handed.

“Dude, what the hell?”

“Where’s the cheese?”

“Don’t tell me you chickened out, man.”

Charlie shakes his head at the accusations. “Nah, I didn’t chicken out man, you’re all out of cheese.”

“Out of cheese?” Dennis says skeptically. “There was a whole platter of the stuff, no one ever finishes the cheese at these parties.”

“Yeah, I know dude, the cheese is out because I finished it.”

“You what?”

“I ate it all,” Charlie admits, looking slightly... off. There’s something very deranged about his energy right now. “I ate all the cheese. So there’s no more.”

“Why would you eat all the cheese? You were supposed to bring one piece here and eat it in front of us. One!”

“Oh, I think he’s lying,” points out Dee. “He’s pretending all the cheese is gone so he won’t have to eat it.”

“No, I’m being serious here!” Charlie protests. “I was trying little nibbles of all the cheese to see which one was like, the least gross and shit, but all of it was so good so I had to keep trying.”

“I don’t buy it,” Mac shakes his head, looking at Dennis. “Do you?”

“I’m more worried about the fact that Charlie actually has finished all the cheese and there’s no more left for the guests. Charlie, please tell me no one saw you.”

“Nah, man, I went to the empty room. That’s the only one with cheese, I looked in all the rooms. Can’t find any more.” Charlie shrugs, and he’s very fidgety. “I don’t mind eating more cheese dude, you just gotta tell me where it is!”

Dennis sighs. “There’s some in the fridge. Ask the–“

Charlie rushes out the door before Dennis can finish his sentence.

2019.

“Oh wow.”

Dee gives Mac a glare, and he returns her with a knowing look. The rest look curious because of this very exchange, but they’re definitely not interested in the matter the way that straight men usually are in women having sex with each other.

They care because Mac seems to know something and Dee seems to be hiding it. Also, Dee is gross and they’d rather not think about who and what she’s banging.

“Mac,” she says, “are you seriously asking that question?”

“Yeah. It’s a yes or no question, Dee.”

“Well, I don’t want to answer it.”

“Why not? Look, Dee, no one gives a shit about who you’re banging,” says Dennis. “It’s gonna get boring as hell if you drag this one out.”

“Oh!” Mac points at her. “It’s someone we know, isn’t it?”

“Shit, Dee, now you’re starting to make me care about this,” Charlie complains. “Who’d you bang?”

“You can’t ask that, ‘cause Mac already asked a question when he spun the bottle–“ she points out defensively–“so I can’t answer that.”

“God, who cares? Yes, or no, Dee?”

“Fine, yes, you happy?”

“Yeah, honestly, that was kind of obvious already,” Dennis remarks. “From the way you were acting. If you refuse to talk about something, it usually means you’re doing the thing. Basic psychology.”

Dee rolls her eyes. “Shut up, asshole,” she spins the bottle, horrified when it lands on her again. “No!”

“Hah!” Charlie says in a mocking voice. “Who’d you sleep with?”

In their version of truth or dare, when you spin the bottle and it lands on yourself, it means you have to answer a question truthfully or complete a dare issued by—every single person in the game. Excluding yourself, of course.

And what Charlie just did was exercise Dealer’s Choice. Basically, first one to ask a question (or issue a dare) gets the right to forcea truth question or a dare on the person in the hot seat (Dee in this case). Ergo, everyone else will have to ask Dee to pick between truth or dare, except Charlie. Whose question Dee has to answer right now.

Dee covers her face with a sigh. “Charlie, please, trust me, you don’t wanna know who it is.”

“Why not? Who the hell did you bang, exactly?”

“Oh,” Dennis raises his eyebrow. “Based on how badly Dee doesn’t want Charlie to–“

“Dennis, could you shut up for once? Just, for once in your goddamn life?” Dee says, nearly seething. She takes a deep breath. “I... slept with The Waitress.”

“What?!” Charlie exclaims, in complete shock and disbelief. The rest of them don’t seem to be very bothered by this fact because they could mostly tell. “Dee, gross! You know The Waitress is my thing–“

“Your thing?!” she hits back just as hard, taking offense. “Okay, look, I know you were obsessed with The Waitress for years, but you dated her and it didn’t work out! If it makes you feel better, I, I only slept with her after you did?”

“That does not make it better, Dee, that just makes this weirder!”

“Goddamn it, Dee,” says Mac. “You really slept with the chick we’ve all banged? That’s a weird way for your lesbian to jump out.”

“Oh, shut up,” Dee retorts. “You only did hand stuff with her.”

“No, I almost did hand stuff with her, but we didn’t end up doing that because I found out Charlie didn’t betray me and also, well, she’s gross.”

“Mac, you think all women are gross.”

“Dee, you banged a chick your dad and brother have both banged!”

“Frank’s not my dad!” she argues.

“Oh, and Dennis isn’t your brother?”

“That’s beside the point!” Now Dennis actually does look a little bit disgusted. “I read,” Dee explains, “I looked it up and our body basically replaces every cell like, every seven years. Dennis banged The Waitress over ten years ago, so it’s, it’s basically like I touched a different woman.”

“Can we please stop talking about this?” Charlie implores with his hands clasped together. “I want us to talk about, literally anything else please.”

Dennis nods readily. “Yeah. Dee, Truth or Dare?”

1999.

“Who are you and what are you doin’ in my kitchen, kid?”

Charlie turns around, eyes wide looking scandalized as he comes face to face with Dennis and Dee’s dad. “Uh... just gettin’ some cheese, bro.”

“Bro?” He raises his eyebrows. “Huh. Why do I like that?”

“Uh... ‘cause you’re... a super cool dude?”

He smiles. He must like being called dude too. “Why are you stealing my cheese?”

“UH... THE CHEESE–“

He burps, awkward and uncomfortable as he blurts his senseless words. The short man laughs.

“Fake out! I don’t care. Take all the cheese. It’s just my wife’s stupid whore party for her stupid whore friends.” He grabs the entire platter of cheese from the fridge and hands it to Charlie, who is fresh out of words. Although, it’s not like he had much to say throughout this entire interaction. “Go nuts.”

2019.

“Oh.”

The Waitress’ bottom lip trembles at the sight of Dee.

“Hey. One large uh... low fat green... oh jesus. Just get me a large vegan juice thing. He probably won’t even know the difference.”

She scoffs. “That’s it?”

“Yeah, just the one drink.”

The Waitress rolls her eyes. “You bitch.”

“What the hell was that for?” Dee hands her a handful of bills as she enters the total. Vegan shit is pricey as hell. Dee knows Dennis barely drinks the stuff these days, but well, a dare’s a dare. “I’ll have you know I’m a paying customer.”

“You never called me,” she says pointedly.

“Well, you never called me!”

The Waitress, her eyes, they soften for a moment. “Wait, I–“

“Look, just give me the drink and I’ll be on my way, okay? I don’t want to think about what happened that night, as much as–“

Someone slams Dee’s order on the counter next to them, and the sound stops her short.

“As much as what, Dee?”

Dee snatches the drink and turns away. “Nothing. Forget I said anything, I’m busy.”

She walks away.

“I should’ve known you’d be the same.”

Dee ignores the cold feeling that washes over her when she hears that. She carries on walking.

1999.

“Oh my god,” Charlie’s heart drops when he walks back into the room. “What’s going on with Dee?”

Her face is blotchy and her eyes are red. She’s sat in the corner and Mac and Dennis are mostly ignoring her state. What could’ve possibly happened when he left to get cheese?

“My mom came in earlier,” fills in Dennis. He doesn’t seem too happy about this fact. “She told Dee she should move out as soon as possible because she’s useless and a burden who’s only brought shame to the family.”

“Yeah,” Mac says, confirming this. “I did not like being here for that.”

“Oh shit,” Charlie says, setting the cheese platter down. “You okay, Dee?”

“Shut the fuck up, Charlie, it’s none of your business,” she says guardedly, voice choked up.

“Jeez, fine, fine. God, you’re such a bitch.” He turns to Dennis. “Did your mom tell you to get out too?”

Mac and Dennis shake their heads.

“But I think I want to. Move out, that is,” says Dennis. “I mean, whether she wants me out or not, I fucking hate it here. I want my own space.”

“You think I should move out too?” asks Mac.

“I mean. Your mom tells you to get out constantly, so,” Charlie says with a shrug, “maybe think about it, man.”

Dee stands back up. “I’m going back to my room.”

No one responds to that for a good moment.

“Hey, Dee, you want some cheese?” Charlie asks at the last second. “Your dad gave me like, all of it.”

2019.

“Here’s your fucking veggie juice, dick,” Dee curses as she dumps it on the table.

“Jesus Christ, Dee,” Dennis looks on cautiously. “Do I have to dare you to show some manners around here?”

“Don’t start right now,” she sighs. “The Waitress works at the juice bar.”

“Oh.”

“So what?”

“I don’t think things ended well between them,” Dennis whispers to Mac.

“Like any of her relationships have ended well,” Mac says, and Dee gives him a warning look.

“Shut up, Mac. Plus, we never had a relationship. It was a one time thing.”

“Again, that’s pretty much what all your–“ he sighs–“okay fine, Dee. You wanna move on? Let’s move on. Truth or dare?”

“Uh... dare.”

“Okay. I dare you to talk through your feelings about The Waitress so you feel better.”

“Huh?”

Mac bursts out laughing and so do the rest after realizing what he’s just done. “Just kidding, you bitch. I don’t care about your feelings—I dare you to get me a beer.”

In a way... Dee knows that’s Mac’s way of comforting her, letting her off the hook by giving her an easy dare. It’s not like she wanted to talk about her feelings anyway. Secretly, she’s grateful and happy to open up a beer for the guy.

“Deandra, get me a beer too,” says Frank. “That’s my dare.”

Dee groans when she looks around. “That was our last one!”

“So stock the fridge up and get me something else.”

She rolls her eyes as she dumps soda in a glass with a bit of vodka.

“Screw you, Frank.”

“A dare’s a dare, bitch!”

1999.

“Hey,” Dennis says, his eyes soft and droopy. “Move in with me."

“Hm?” Mac jolts up with a start, he’s been drifting in and out at this point, drained god knows how many beers, and somewhere along the way Charlie fucked off (to... Mac doesn’t know, could be home, could be to Dee’s room, either way, he took the cheese platter with him, not that he cares though), and now it’s just him and Dennis.

“I said,” Dennis stares at Mac now, and his gaze is something that elicits this reaction Mac sometimes gets around Dennis. Maybe it’s the look, maybe it’s the way it makes him feel. Maybe it’s Dennis, and this is how he makes everyone feel when he looks at them like this. “Move in with me, you bitch.”

“Oh, uh,” Mac swallows, nodding, “right.” He looks away from Dennis, takes one glance at him to make it seem like he’s making constant eye contact, and then looks away again. Staring at Dennis is hard sometimes. And other times, it feels like the only thing in the world to do. “My credit’s wrecked to shit though.”

“Hm. Don’t care,” Dennis’ hand is running through Mac’s curls now, and he holds a breath he’s not sure how to keep. Mac feels himself tense up, but not in a way where he wants Dennis to stop. “Your hair’s a mess, dude.”

“Maybe I’ll gel it down someday.”

“Didn’t say it was bad.” Dennis gives him a warning look. “Don’t gel it down.”

Mac nods. “Okay.” He’s going to gel it down.

“No, I swear... it looks good.” Absentmindedly, Dennis licks his lips, and Mac is drunk, and Dennis is drunk, so his judgement might be impaired, but Dennis, and the way he looks at him in the pale moonlight, it’s sexy. Yeah. Mac’s man enough to admit that. “You know what else looks good?”

“What?”

“You. You, you’re good.”

Mac nods. His heart is pounding. Dennis is a thunderstorm trying to find ground, and Mac is a barren wasteland in need of him. Yet, he’s not quite sure he wants Dennis to take hold.

There is a moment where Mac feels himself lean in almost instinctively, but then something deep inside panics and drags him back, he looks away, he begins drafting up excuses to leave, even though he had intended to sleep over tonight.

Dennis senses this, and then his hands are on Mac’s shoulders, holding them down, pulling Mac back to him, and then giving them a squeeze for good measure. “Hey. Hey—let’s play truth or dare again. Okay?”

Mac is still tense. “With two people? How’s that fun?”

“Oh, trust me,” Dennis chuckles as he spins the bottle. “It’s so much more fun than you could ever imagine.”

The bottle lands on Mac.

“Oh. Shit, okay.”

“Truth or dare, Mac?”

Dennis is stretching, like none of this even matters to him, probably, because Mac is likely the only one with a premonition that something absolutely bad and wrong is about to happen.

“Dare,” says Mac, only because he instinctively feels apprehensive about truth due to earlier events he would rather not discuss.

“Okay,” Dennis smiles, as if this had been the response he’d been looking for. But why? “I dare you to kiss me.”

Oh. That’s why.

2019.

Dee sighs tiredly as she spins the bottle. Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed to play this game. Who the hell suggested truth or dare anyway? Restocking the beers had been such a bitch, and she had to drink god knows how many to smooth over the process, and of course none of the others gave two shits about helping her.

The only good thing to come out of all this is the bottle pointing straight at Mac.

“Hah!” Dee claps her hands, even though the bottle pointing at anyone but herself would have brought her reprieve. “Truth or dare, asshole?”

Mac maintains some sort of front. “Dee, I always go dare.”

“Right,” Dee smiles, because he’s just set up her perfect trap. “Always dare, huh?”

Mac looks apprehensive at this. “Not sure I like the sound of that though, might fuck around and change my answer to–“

“I dare you to kiss Dennis.”

1999.

“Woah woah woah,” Mac blurts out, very nervous, backing away from a Dennis who won’t give chase for some reason. “Dude. Dennis. I’m not gay.”

“And neither am I,” says Dennis.

“Dude? You just asked me to kiss you.”

“It’s a dare dude. Has nothing to do with whether I wanna kiss you or not. Has nothing to do with being gay.”

All of a sudden, Mac relaxes. “Oh. Really?”

“Yes, really.”

2019.

“Jesus Dee,” Dennis sighs harshly, rolling his eyes. “What is wrong with you?”

“Yeah,” Charlie laughs. “What are we, like, in grade school?”

“When did grade school get this gay?” remarks Frank, drinking a cold beer now.

“Works if it’s gay grade school.”

“Gay grade school? Like you learn how to be gay?”

“You idiots are only proving my point,” says Dennis. “This is stupid, Dee.”

“I mean,” continues Charlie, “I still think you should do it.”

“Woah!” Dennis exclaims, feeling incredibly betrayed. “What the hell, Charlie?”

“I’m sorry!” he throws back, just as loud. “Dare’s a dare, dude! Dare’s a dare!”

“Well, it’s a stupid dare, Charlie! This is all so, so completely juvenile. I can’t stand it. I won’t stand for it.”

“Still a dare,” Charlie shrugs, and Dennis feels almost feverish.

“Oh Jesus Christ–“

“Just pucker up, Dennis,” Dee says as she pours out some shots. It is unclear who they’re for. Dennis might have to steal all of them if he goes through with this. “This could be over in seconds. Right Mac?”

“What?” He looks up suddenly, clearly having zoned out this whole time. “Oh, yeah, sure, whatever.”

“Well of course he’s fine with all this,” scoffs Dennis. “The dude’s dying to kiss me.”

“Dude, what? Shut up,” says Mac.

“Someone’s got an ego,” Dee says almost at the same time, raising her eyebrows at Dennis in a way that suggests she finds his claim embarrassing.

“Oh, what, don’t act like I’m wrong,” Dennis says to Mac, choosing to ignore Dee.

“Uh, what makes it seem like I want to kiss you?”

Dennis’ hand lands down on the bar in disbelief. “You’re really asking that question? Mac, you’ve tried to kiss me on several occasions.”

“Alright, fine, you made–“ he sighs–“I guess you have a point there.”

“Of course I do, Mac.”

“But... who cares?”

“Who—what?”

“Who cares, dude,” Mac emphasizes. “It’s just a kiss. I don’t care. At least, not anymore, and like, I’m here, dude. It’s just you who has to get man enough to kiss me.”

Dennis ignores Mac’s feeble jabs at his masculinity.

“Mac... I am not kissing you.”

1999.

“Wow,” Mac exhales breathless as he goes back for more. They’re making out now, and it’s because Dennis dared him to, so it’s totally awesome and not at all gay. Because it’s a dare, and if you don’t do what someone dared you to do, you’re a loser, and that’s what’s truly gay.

So, really, when you think about it, Mac is being really straight right now.

“Mm,” Dennis moans and Mac feels it on his tongue. Dennis tastes of beer and good dreams. His lips are soft but he kisses rough to make up for it, even if he doesn’t need to. Kissing Dennis is like heaven, so when you think about it, it’s very Catholic of Mac to be making out with him too. Straight and Catholic. The perfect combination.

Is he aware that they’ve been making out longer than a normal dare would permit? Yes, but Dennis hasn’t pulled away, and Mac knows that Dennis is super straight and gets all the ladies, so if Dennis thinks it’s okay to keep kissing, then Mac thinks so too. Besides, Mac isn’t sure he’s ready to stop.

“You feeling okay?” Dennis asks, taking an inadvertent break from it all, and Mac nods his head up and down, and he keeps leaning in, trying to get the kissing started up again. “Good.”

Dennis’ hand slides down to Mac’s crotch and grazes his clothed cock. The contact sends shocks through Mac, and he whimpers, hot and hard. “Dennis–“

“Yeah, baby?”

“You sure this is still straight?”

“Oh yeah, bro,” Dennis says, in a patronizing voice that Mac doesn’t know to recognize yet, fingers slowly pulling down Mac’s zipper. “This feels good, right?”

“So good,” he pants, gripping on tight to Dennis’ shoulder, essentially pining him down as he continues to undo Mac’s slacks. “Is this a, a part of the dare?”

“No, but it doesn’t matter.”

“Really?”

“You see, Mac, what I’m about to do right now is jerk you off, and that’s pretty much the same as you jerking yourself off, except it’ll feel better for you. Is it gay when you jerk yourself off?”

Mac shakes his head. “No, no it’s not, because tons of straight guys do it.”

Dennis smirks. “Exactly. So do you want me to keep touching you?”

“Oh, please–“ he falls apart again when Dennis drags his briefs down and away from his painful erection. He lets out a cry when Dennis gives it a stroke.

“Tell me you like this,” says Dennis, sitting up straight (just as straight as this activity is) and alert as he pumps his cock, his fist loose and strong.

“I really, I like this, Den,” he heaves, “god help me I love this.” He shuts his eyes. “Shit, dude, you’re really good at this.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“You must be uh, be really good at jerking yourself off,” Mac remarks, his hand now slipping under Dennis’ shirt, and it’s mostly not on purpose, but his hand wants to travel up, feel his skin. “God, I want this like, every day, dude.”

“Good thing we’ll be living together then.”

Dennis spits on his hand and continues jerking Mac off, but now it’s smoother and faster and Dennis grips tighter and Mac is a mess as he begs Dennis, so much more incoherently this time, for god knows what, and before he knows it he’s coming in his hand and Dennis kisses Mac to stop him from screaming the house down.

“Oh shit,” Mac collapses, panting next to Dennis, sat up on his bed with his head lousy dazed against his wall.

“You ruined my shirt,” Dennis frowns as he inspects the stain. “How am I supposed to get this clean?”

Mac exhales through pouted lips as Dennis continues to glare at him, demanding that he offer a solution. A form of reparation for his crimes. “Oof. Uh... I’ll jerk you off?”

“Deal.”

2019.

“I mean... you have to kiss him at some point,” says Dee, after... essentially ten minutes have gone by. Mostly in silence. She finishes her beer and opens another one. “We don’t have all night.”

“Well... I mean, we have stayed here all night before, so–“ Charlie shrugs–“but she’s right, dude. You gotta kiss Mac. She like, dared you man. And a dare’s a dare.”

“Dennis, are you really that afraid of being gay that you’d–“

“Dee, shut up,” Dennis scoffs. Not loud enough to make any of them take note, but it’s still a tiny outburst. “Just because you decided to become a full-on lesbian doesn’t mean you have to drag the rest of us down with you.”

“Woah, where the hell is this coming from?” Dee laughs nervously. “I’m not a lesbian–“

“Dee, you banged The Waitress–“

“Uh, so?” She scoffs. “I banged her like, once, that doesn’t make me a lesbian.”

“Sure,” Charlie says, eye wide, patronizing her.

“Don’t patronize me! I’m not a lesbian!”

“Fine, whatever, you’re not a lesbian!” Charlie screeches. “No one cares, Dee! The thing here now is, Mac and Dennis have to kiss, or we can’t move on with the game–“

“Then we won’t move on with the game!” Dennis yells, angrily tossing his empty beer at the wall, where it shatters on the way down.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Yeah, now Charlie’s gonna have to clean all that up–“

“Uh uh!” Charlie cuts in. “No, Frank, I’m not clearing that. Dennis can sweep up his own mess.”

“Okay, seriously now, I think you’re really overreacting to this,” says Dee.

“Yeah, just give him a quick peck on the cheek an’ you can go throw up.”

“Hey!” Mac says, taking offense at Frank’s words.

“Oh, gimme a break,” Frank says, finishing his drink and flinging it at the wall, where it smashes right over Dennis’ mess.

“Frank, what the hell?”

“What? Dennis was cleaning that up anyway.”

“Not anymore,” says Dennis. “I’m no longer fully responsible for that.”

“See, Frank?” Charlie groans. “You just screwed me!”

“Charlie, I pay your rent and your paycheck. Clean that up by tomorrow.”

He sighs. “Fine,” relents, too. “But you can’t use that for at least another month.”

Frank just shrugs.

“Seriously though, Dennis, can you hurry up and kiss the man?” Charlie continues. “I’m getting bored as shit here because of your gay fears and all that–“

“It’s not because I’m scared of being gay, Charlie, Jesus Christ,” Dennis huffs.

“So what is it?”

“He hates me,” Mac remarks so casually, sipping his beer like it doesn’t even matter. Everyone is shocked to hear this coming from the man himself, especially without any levity whatsoever.

“Oh, come on Mac–“ Dennis starts off in denial–“I mean... yeah. You know what? Yeah. But, but can you blame me?”

“Blame you?”

“I mean,” Dennis gestures to Mac. “Just, just look at yourself.”

“What? What is it?”

“Forget it,” Dennis says, dropping it immediately. “Forget I said anything, forget the dare, all of it. I’m leaving.”

He gets up, and protests sprout left and right.

“Woah, dude! We’re in the middle of truth or dare.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Dennis hisses, and then he’s out the door.

“Fine, then I’m leaving too,” says Mac in a huff, and it’s unclear whether he’s planning on catching up with Dennis or if he wants to get home on his own.

Then there’s silence. Charlie, Dee, and Frank all exchange looks.

“Truth or dare?”

Charlie spins a bottle.

“Oh yeah.”

1999.

“Can’t believe we’re really moving in together,” Mac notes almost dreamily. They’re lying side by side and they’ve both gotten off plenty by now, and Dennis is putting on his shirt.

“Yeah,” he says almost to cajole Mac. “It’s gonna be great. Hey, put your clothes back on if you wanna stay over. My mom could come in.”

“But I thought what we did was straight.”

Dennis rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but my mom wouldn’t be too happy to catch a girl naked in here either.”

“Oh. Right.” Mac reaches for his shirt and pulls it back on. He yawns, stretching and getting under the covers. He’s glad Dennis has a big bed that can fit the both of them. “Man, I’m tired.”

“Me too, dude,” Dennis says, drawing the blinds shut before he climbs into bed with Mac. They lie down and try to sleep.

Well, Dennis is anyway.

“Hey, Dennis?”

“What?”

“How long do you think we’ll live together?”

Dennis rolls over, looking at Mac. “I don’t know. Until... until one of us gets married, maybe.”

Mac nods. That’s a good enough answer for him, apparently. “So... if neither of us get married, we’ll just keep living together?”

“Suppose so.”

“Promise.”

“Promise what?”

Mac draws small circles into Dennis’ arm. It makes him sleepier somehow. “That you’ll never move out or anything. Unless you get married. That we’ll keep living together.”

“Okay,” Dennis nods. It’s not a hard thing to say, and it’s not like Dennis has big plans to be roommates with anyone else anyway. “I promise.”

2019.

“You think I don’t know you’ve been packing?”

Mac says that the second Dennis walks through the door. Dennis had gone for a drive. Mac, well, he probably walked straight home.

“Oh. Okay, so you found my suitcases.”

“Well, no shit,” says Mac. “You don’t close your door that much unless you’re trying to hide something.”

“Oh, and you’d rather I be open about everything I do like you, with that huge dildo stuck to that exercise bike?”

“Is this about the Asspounder 4000? Because, dude, if it’s messing you up this bad, I’ll just get–“

“It’s not that!” Dennis explodes, because that just sounds like such a stupid reason to hate your roommate and best friend of over twenty years, and also it’s definitely not the reason why he hates Mac so much, or why he’s so angry and frustrated most of the time.

“Then what is it?” Mac’s hand is grasping onto his face in perceived agony. “What did I do wrong?”

“I don’t...” he lets out a deep breath. “I don’t know.”

“So what? You just can’t stand me and hate me for no good reason? Or is it because I’m gay? Or is it because of something else?”

“I–“ he’s at a loss for words–“I just know it’s... time. I have to leave.”

For the first time tonight, Dennis sees Mac’s eyes water. It’s not an easy sight to witness. “Okay. Fine. I’ll... let you go.”

“You’ll let me leave? I can move out?”

Dennis forgets to quell the tone he says that with, and besides, it’s not like he needs Mac’s permission to leave anyway.

“Yeah. But you just. You gotta do this one thing first.”

“What is it?” Dennis makes sure not to sound like he would literally do anything to get to leave.

“You have to kiss me.”

If Dennis was holding onto anything, he’d drop it.

“What.”

“Yeah. Kiss me. I mean, Dee technically dared you to, and when she issued that dare, you were still living here. It’s bad luck to move out with an uncompleted dare hanging over your head.”

Dennis sneers, “there’s no way that’s true.”

Mac shrugs. “It is what it is.”

“You’re just doing this because you want me to kiss you.”

“I don’t think that matters at this point. I just wanna get it over with too—oh, and you can’t half ass it—it’s gotta be real.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Means kiss me like you mean it,” he says, eyebrow rising playfully. “You wanna move out or not?”

“Fine, yes,” Dennis moves closer to Mac. “If it’ll get me out of here, I’ll do it.”

“You sure? I mean, if you really hate the thought of kissing me so much–“

“Just shut up and come here.” He pulls Mac toward him. “Don’t blame me if I ruin you for anyone else.”

Mac rolls his eyes. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Their lips lock and it’s soft and the air is quiet. Mac hums against his lips and Dennis is slow but earnest. He licks into Mac’s mouth and slides his hands up Mac’s back and they push against each other, trying to get more and more, and it’s almost, it nearly seems like a competition, like they both want to prove that they’re the better kisser.

They’re both right.

Mac backs Dennis up against a wall, his knee pushing in between his legs, and Dennis lets him. Dennis grinds into Mac and titters at the way he moans. He keeps pressing, and creating friction, making Mac cry out in ways he probably swore he wouldn’t, and Dennis coaxes it all out from him, pleads with his quivering lips and skillful tongue.

Eventually, Mac’s the one to stop it. He drags himself away from Dennis after the situation gets too outrageous, and he knows Dennis has won, somehow. It’s a great, it’s the best farewell gift he could’ve ever asked for, and maybe now he can live with Dennis leaving. Be it pain or pleasure, he’ll take them as they come. “You, you really meant it, I’ll give you that.”

“Oh, I made sure of it.”

Mac feels like he might cry. “Okay. Yeah. So I guess that’s it. Dare completed. So you can... go now. Like we said.”

Dennis pulls Mac back in and kisses him like it’ll save his life. If Dennis is drowning, Mac’s lips are dry land. He kisses Mac like it’s everything he’s ever wanted, he presses Mac against him and feels the curves and bumps of his body. His hand cups Mac’s face and his lips drink him in, he wants nothing else.

“You’re kissing me again,” Mac slurs in between sloppy, more desperate kisses. He’s trying to prompt some sort of explanation.

“I love you,” Dennis murmurs, and then kisses Mac again, possibly to shut him up and put an end to whatever he might say before the man can even start.

Mac’s eyes are wide open for a long moment as he almost passively kisses Dennis, who more than makes up for it for them both. He never thought he’d... hear such a thing, actually, especially not right now, not today, and definitely not this moment.

“You... love me.”

“Just shut up and touch me,” Dennis grabs Mac’s hand and places it on his ass. Mac doesn’t move it.

“That why you hate me?”

“Maybe,” Dennis gives him a sensual peck on the neck. A smooch on his jaw. “Doesn’t matter, you’re supposed to be touching me.”

Mac palms Dennis’ crotch, slowly slides his hand over as he lets out an excruciating moan. “Oh, Mac, please–“

“I wanna touch you everywhere,” he declares, and then he starts unbuttoning Dennis’ shirt. “Okay?”

“I want you to fuck me,” he grabs Mac by the shirt and drags him to his room. “Come.”

“You sure we shouldn’t do this in my room?” Mac says, trying to signal that Dennis’ room is a little packed up.

“There’s a good enough bed and plenty of condoms in the drawer.” Mac makes a face. “Shut up. You’re wearing a condom.”

Mac crawls over Dennis, who’s already sprawled on his bed. He straddles him, grinding their hips together as Dennis searches his drawer. “Does this mean you’re not moving out anymore?”

Dennis shrugs. “That depends on how well you do.”

“Oh,” Mac laughs. “Then I’m gonna make you stay here forever.”

[mirellasnape]

Sleepover - Josuyasu Week 2018

Prompt: Sleepover.

Words: 1400

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16661549

My third JosuYasu fic for this amazing event. Damn, these fics are getting longer. Also, I am barely making it on time (it’s 11:20pm Tuesday here), because I watched some Diamond is Unbreakable episodes to get the timeline right. And instead of just checking, I watched the whole last eight episodes because I have no self control. It’s kinda in the same universe as my other fics for the Josuyasu Week 2018. But you don’t have to read those to understand, Still unbeta’ed, and errors are still mine. If you find any, let me know so I can fix ‘em. Enjoy!

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This was not exactly how Josuke imagined his first sleepover with Okuyasu. In fact, in his mind, they would have been at Okuyasu’s since, you know, less parental supervision, Nijimura-san notwithstanding. They would watch some movies on his shitty TV and VCR, maybe he could even bring the N64 and some games. But nope. Sleepover at Josuke’s. Doing homework like good kids, and tomorrow finding clues to find a serial killer. That Thursday had sure been eventful. Not only they had one Stand fight after another, and even a third Stand appeared and was defeated by Rohan and Koichi, but his mom had been put in danger. That Enigma bastard was lucky he didn’t tear him up page by page. Thankfully, Mikitaka, Yuuya, and especially Okuyasu were there to help. And then Koichi told him earlier that night that this grade-school kid Kawajiri Hayato knew something about Kira. They were meeting the next day at 8:30 am at the intersection with the huge Pepsi sign. Hopefully the investigation will be fruitful, so they could be close to defeat Kira once and for all.

He was originally just going to call Okuyasu about the plan, but then he just blurted to his friend to come over to stay the night, which he agreed to readily. He was probably expecting a night of fun. Convincing his mom was harder, but after her “fainting episode”, she was distracted enough to not put too much of a fight. Besides, Tomoko liked Okuyasu. She did tell him, they better be fast asleep by 11pm. As thus it was 10:30pm, and they were in Josuke’s bedroom finishing their homework, using the notes Yukako kindly gave them. Well, that she kindly gave Koichi, and thus Josuke. They didn’t even ask how she had those notes when she didn’t even go to their class. Girls in love could be scary. Koichi was such a pal he asked for her own notes to give to Okuyasu, since they actually had classes together. “Man, why are we doing this, if we are going to be late to school anyway?” Okuyasu complained while hitting his head on Josuke’s low table. “We already ditched school today, dude. I don’t think our homeroom teachers will be happy if we are late without our homework”. Josuke repressed a yawn. He didn’t sleep well the night before. “But we are badass delinquents, Josuke” Okuyasu sprawled on the floor. “Dude, you eat strawberry ice-cream every Monday and try to pet all the dogs and cats you encounter.” “And I do those like a badass!” The so-called “delinquent” pumped a fist in the air. “Then go finish your homework like a badass so we can sleep, and get up on time to go all good-cop/bad-cop on a grade-schooler.” By the time Okuyasu finished his homework, Josuke was sleeping on the table, having finished his own some minutes ago. He woke up when he felt something on his hair. He opened on eye, and saw Okuyasu hastily removing his hand. It was proof of their undying friendship that Josuke didn’t comment on Okuyasu touching the pomp. “Hey, man. Are you done?” “Yeah. Your mom was here a couple of minutes ago to say she had run a bath for us.” Josuke did open both eyes for that. “You wanna go first?” “Nah man, it’s your house. Go wash while I tidy up here. I should be done by the time you start your soak.” Josuke was once again about to fall asleep, this time in his tub, by the time Okuyasu walked into the bathroom. He woke up quickly for that. Damn. He had forgotten an important fact. In order to share a bath, they both had to be naked. And thus, this was the first time Josuke had seen Okuyasu with so little clothes. Basically just a small towel around his hips. One of Josuke’s small towels. “Hey Josuke!” Okuyasu’s smile froze on his face as he looked at Josuke in the tub. But unlike Josuke who was trying and failing to keep his eyes on his face and not on all the display of tanned, toned and scarred flesh; Okuyasu couldn’t seem to keep his eyes away from Josuke’s face… Or rather, his hair. Yep, that was the first time Okuyasu had seen Josuke without his signature hairdo. His long black hair brushed his shoulders, making an even bigger contrast with his pale skin and blue eyes. Okuyasu blushed. Josuke, thinking Okuyasu noticed he was being a perv, blushed back. “So um, there’s the shower and you can use my shampoo and bodywash if you want to.” Josuke looked away and pointed at said items. “Huh. Yeah. Of course. Thank you, Josuke.” And because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, he blurted. “You look a lot like your mom with your hair down.” “S-shut up, dude!” Josuke blushed all the way down his chest, remembering all the times Okuyasu had called his mom hot. With the blush slowly receding, Okuyasu also noted how pink Josuke’s nipples were. He cleared his throat and decided to take a cold shower. He turned around towards the detachable shower head and all the bath thingies Josuke and Tomoko apparently collected. He grabbed one at random and started washing himself. It smelled like strawberries. This was Tomoko’s. Okuyasu blushed and took more care in selecting a shampoo. The second one he opened smelled like Josuke. There’s a winner. Meanwhile Josuke was waiting for the perfect moment to escape to his room. He was far from relaxed now, peaking every once in a while at Okuyasu giving his body a perfunctory wash. Josuke noted his hair was treated with more care, which he approved of with a hum. Okuyasu heard it, and turned towards Josuke, who turned away quickly and faked relaxing in the tub. After rising his body and hair, Okuyasu stood up… and dropped the towel. Totally accidental! Both yelped. With Josuke tripping in the tub, and being underwater for a second or two. And Okuyasu tripping with the small stool while trying to reach for the towel before it touched the floor. It all happened in a couple of seconds, but they made enough noise to make Tomoko knock on the door. “Everything alright, boys?” “Yes, Tomoko-san!” “Yes, mom!” “Alright then. Hurry up and leave the bathroom so you can sleep. Tomorrow is a school day!” Josuke took advantage of Okuyasu’s distraction to leave the tub. When his friend turned around, Josuke already had a towel around his hips, and was walking towards the door. “The tub is all yours, buddy!” He smiled at Okuyasu without actually looking at him, grabbed some more towels and sprinted off toward his room. By the time Okuyasu returned to Josuke’s room, he had calmed down and was in his bed. Feeling more confident, he just raised his covers and make some room for his buddy. Okuyasu quickly took him on his offer. There was another problem Josuke didn’t foresee. While his bed was very comfortable that he could sprawl over it when he was all by himself, adding another large teenager meant a lot less room. Well, it’s not like they usually respected personal space anyway, and with both properly dressed that shouldn’t be a problem. But it was a problem. None could find a comfortable position, and kept moving around until… “Ugh! Stop squirming! We need to sleep so we can be in our best shape for tomorrow’s investigation!” “This bed ain’t big enough for both of us, Josuke!” “Yes, it is!” And so Josuke just turned Okuyasu on his side and cuddled him. “There! See! We fit!” Okuyasu froze for a second, and then completely relaxed. Ah, peace and quiet. And Josuke was so warm too! He was glad the days weren’t too hot yet. This was the best! “But why do I have to be the little spoon?” Josuke gritted his teeth. “Because you are shorter!” “By 2cm! And I have way more muscles so I might be slightly shorter but I am bigger!” “Shut up, Okuyasu. We need to sleep. You can be the big spoon next time!” “Fine.” Okuyasu smiled and mouthed to himself. “Next time.” Both boys fell asleep after that. All comfortable and happy and safe. The next day, Kawajiri Hayato called Josuke, telling him to not be late to the meeting with his friends.