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laboflove · 3 years

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Megumi x FR

•Megumi aged up•

Megumi X Cheerleader

❗Warnings❗{Smut, degradation, hard dom, dacryphilia, spanking, drinking}

A/N: Megumi thinks you're pretty much an airhead since you're a cheerleader so he tries to take advantage of that but ends up falling for you

Your body drops letting him see those tight safety shorts all the cheerleaders wore, it's like you were all made for slutty clothes. It was pretty hot but for some reason he never looked at the other girls, only at you. It was probably because you werent like the others, you were so naive, so innocent and such an airhead. It was fun teasing you, making fun of you for getting simple answers wrong and tugging at your skirt even though you hated it.

"Megumi" he looks up seeing your bright eyes and large smile, "Hey" he says with a nod as you sit down in front of him, "so whatre you doing here?" You ask while opening a bottle of water. "You left this at class" he shows you a white book covered in stickers making you blush beet red. "G-give it!" You rush to grab it but he pulls it back, wrapping his arm around your waist.

So close! Megumi was super good looking! One of the hottest guys at the campus in fact but this wasnt important. "Give it Megumi" you say but he doesnt, only holding you down with a smirk. "I was being nice but now I'm kinda curious" and worry fills your mind. "D-dont" you say but he opens it and looks through the pages.

"What's this?" He asks as he looks through the pages filled with notes and drawings of buildings with measurements, but arent you in arts? He notices you looking away, you gave up? That's weird, you never gave up. "Dont worry about it, its nothing" you say while taking the book back and grabbing your stuff. "See you later" you leave making him shocked, so personal things like that make you pissed? How fun.

"C'mon" his fingers graze against your thigh making you curl up, "Leave me alone" you whisper, your hand pressing against his chest. "Why? You're always flirting with Megumi so why cant I?", "I-I dont flirt with him" you mutter feeling your blood boil. You talked to Megumi yeah, but it was because he was always being a dick or when you needed help with assignments but that was it. "Hey" both of your heads turn and the guy is sent flying across the hall.

"M-megumi" he looks at you with a look hes never given before, worry, "Are you okay?" He asks in a softer voice too. Is he okay? "I'm fine" you whisper, fixing your bag and taking your sweater out of it to wrap around your waist. "What the fuck Megumi" he hears from on the ground, "I may be a douchebag but I'd never touch a girl if she didnt want it" he says then grabs your wrist, pulling you down the hallway. Uh oh.

"You're so fucking stupid" he says as he pushes you into an empty classroom, "So fucking naive and you cant even stick up for yourself" you look down at the floor but he tilts your face up, grabbing your cheeks hard to make you look into his eyes. "When something like that happens do anything to stop it, because if you dont, bad shit will happen and I'm not alw-" he stops but you both know the end of that sentence making you blush a soft pink.

"I'm sorry" you whisper and as your phone buzzes you pull away, "Thank you, if you're still here by six maybe I can take you to eat somewhere" you leave in a rush as he looks at his hand. Hes getting too close, way too close.

You dance to the blaring music, holding a plastic red cup in your hand filled with who knows what. He watches your body move, holding a bottle of beer and listening to Yuji ramble about girls and which ones hed like to sleep with but it was Yuji, he never got any girls unless Sukuna was taking over his body.

"But my first one would have to be Y/N, I mean just look at her, shes got an amazing body and I'd love to hear her scream my name" he clenches the bottle tight feeling his anger build up, almost overflowing but he calms himself down. "Eh, shes not that special, total airhead" he says then leaves to a different room, Yuji could do whatever he wanted, it didn't matter because he didnt like you that way and never would.

He watches as he walks up to you and suddenly hes walking towards you as well. Your eyes glance back slightly shocked as arms slowly wrap around you but your widened eyes soften. "Megumi" he smiles hearing his name come out of your mouth, "Hey Beautiful" and you blush, you've been told it often but the way he said it sounded so meaningful and honestly it was the first time you've ever liked being told it.

Time passes as you both dance and talk, giggles filling whatever silence there is and soon enough you and him are drunk, muttering things into each others ears, sitting on his lap, his hands holding your skirt down to make sure no one sees anything and your arms wrapped around his neck. "Why're you so pretty?" He whispers as he leans into your lips, barely touching them making you slightly mad. You wanted to kiss him but he wouldnt get close enough, wouldnt let you get close enough too and you could feel your need building up.

"You want to kiss me?" he whispers into your ear and you drunkenly nod with a small giggle. "So drunk arent you" you lean into his lips but he stops you, "Gimme a kiss" you mumble but he shakes his head.

"Sorry Princess but you're incredibly drunk and I cant just do that to you" he says, trying to make you feel better but all you do is grumble and whine. You were worked up, he had a massive boner and it got you horny too and all you wanted was to please him.

"Your place or mine?" He asks after some time of walking but finds you asleep, "I guess mine" he says then heads to his.

You nuzzle into his chest as his arms wrap around your body, "Megumi" he looks down but you're still asleep making him smile. You looked so peaceful but the shared smell of liquor was making it less comforting. Maybe he should wake you, it wouldnt be good to sleep like this. But then again you didnt have any clothes and you needed to sleep.

You turn around and his slightly intoxicated self heightens the feeling of you pressed right up against him. He whispers your name into your ear, making your eyes open slightly, "Hm" you hum out, you start sobering up and he whispers something into your ear making you turn red.

"P-pervert" he chuckles as his hand rub your side, you were soft but goosebumps were forming which was cute. So shy and so innocent now that you're sobering up. His eyes close again feeling sleep take over him but your grinding against his crotch keeps him from it. "Stop it" he says but you dont, "Play with me" you mumble and as his hand runs up your body you expect him to tilt your face to kiss you but instead his hand wraps around your neck, grabbing it with a bit of force eliciting a gasp from you.

"Take your clothes off, say Red to stop" he mutters in a lower tone and you nod fast, he sounded irritated and you didnt want to make him angry. Once your clothes are off you look back, turning red, seeing him naked as well with only his hipbone and down covered. He smirks seeing your eyes take in the sight, you knew he worked out but you didnt know he was this strong.

"Want a kiss now?" You nod fast as your eyes shine and he smiles, "Take it then" you rush to kiss him making him chuckle at your eagerness, he pulls you onto his lap, looking up at you slightly as his hands rest on your backside, grinding you against him slowly. Tiny, soft moans escape your mouth feeling his hardness rub between your folds, "Megumi" you whine out into his neck.

"I have con-", "No, want you" his mouth goes dry and he lifts you slightly, "You want me?" He asks earning fast nods. "Like this?" A gasp fills the room as he pushes in a single finger, "N-no, want you" he chuckles against your neck thinking of endless ways to tease you but the main thing he wants is for you to beg so, he doesnt remove his finger, he pushes it in and out slowly, not doing anything only making you angry.

"Please" he leans into your ear and bites it slightly, "What do you want?" You shake your head earning a spank. "Tell me" he says but you shake your head again earning another one making you hiss and whine. "Please Megu- ah!" You cover your mouth as he delivers another spank but it's harder this time.

The process goes on, him asking to barely receive an answer and none are what he wants, he sighs then pulls your hair back as you softly cry, "One last chance" he growls out slightly, "Y-your cock, please" he pulls you down onto him making you whine and sob into his neck.

"Such a naughty girl arent you?" He asks as he guides you on him, you felt like actual Heaven, your insides were nice and tight, warm and you were sucking him in so nicely. You nod as tears fall down your face making him twitch, "Fuck me, you're so perfect" he growls into your ear, insults coming after of him telling you how needy you were, that you were just a hole to him, a cumdump, something to use making more tears fall down your face but you loved it, something about being put down like this made it feel so good.

You move your hips to his movements feeling yourself about to break and as it's about to crash he keeps you still. "Try to come without me again and I wont be very nice", "Sorry" you whisper, leaning into him more, feeling soft, mushy and needy.

You both go again and the insults slowly turn into compliments, he moans as you clench around him and you whimper, "Come" he says and your body shakes, immediately at his demand. He thrusts up into you hard making you sob out into the room, "Shh Baby, I've got you" he whispers, hands rubbing your back, pulling you as close as possible and leaving soft kisses on your head.

"So perfect for me, such a good girl. Everything I said isnt true, okay?" You nod with soft cries and he kisses you softly, too rough for the first time and definitely not the right time but you were both definitely sober by now. "I love you" he suddenly says making you stop crying, "I love you too" and he stands. He always said hed never date, especially with someone like you but here he is, confessing his love for you and needing you more than ever.

#jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen #megumifushiguro #megumi x y/n #fushiguro megumi

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how-evergreen · 4 years

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The Luckiest Person In The Room

Summary: You meet a rather persistent suitor at a Stark party, but Natasha is there to help.

A/N: ok i might rewrite this cus it doesnt have nearly enough natasha in it for my tastes, but its just been collecting dust for a week, so. here we are! ty for the lovely request @teenwonder! i too am a whore for jealous!characters

Warnings: Drinking, cursing, unwanted advances, posessive gf Nat, implied smut at the very end

"I'll have a Martini, please," you said to the bartender, giving her a polite smile. "Dirty."

As she moved off to make your drink, you allowed your eyes to drift across the common floor of the tower. Tony was throwing yet another huge party, full of investors and billionaires and other people who you had no clue what they did. Most of them were total dicks, too.

Combine that with the fact that the team had just gotten off of a mission involving two enhanced individuals and Clint getting shot? Well, put simply, you'd really rather be in bed.

Finally, your eyes caught on her across the room. Red hair falling in soft waves to her shoulders, her beautiful smile as she talked to Steve and Clint – the real smile, the one that made her nose scrunch up, – the designer black and white dress, courtesy of one Tony Stark (or, really, his credit cards)... oh yeah, you were definitely the luckiest person in the room.

You watched as Natasha's eyes drifted in your direction. You rubbed the back of your neck when you realized she'd caught you staring, and felt a sheepish smile creep up at the wink she sent your way.

"Here you go," said a pleasant voice behind you. Turning, you saw the bartender setting your drink on a napkin by your elbow.

"Thank you, ma'am." You smiled at her, taking a sip of the drink as she moved on. Perfectly made.

"Hey, good-looking." A blonde woman you were sure you'd never met before sidled up to you, sliding into the seat next to you. "I'm Izzie."

"Hi." You introduced yourself, shaking Izzie's hand. "Good to meet you."

"You too." Izzie snapped her fingers at the bartender. "Vodka tonic, and make it snappy."

You pursed your lips, but before you could point out Izzie's rudeness, she turned back to you and spoke as if you'd been in the middle of a conversation.

"I'm an actress," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "I'm sure you've seen me in something."

You shrugged. "I don't recall. Good for you, though."

Izzie scowled for a moment before recovering, grinning brightly at you. "That's okay!"

You nodded, taking a sip from your martini and desperately wishing you were anywhere else.

"So..." Izzie said, drawing out the word. "What's it like, being an Avenger?"

"It's okay, I guess." You shrugged at her. None of the team made a habit of talking about life as an Avenger – the media still weren't your biggest fans after New York, and anything you said had the potential to be leaked and twisted into something incriminating.

Unfortunately, Izzie didn't seem to take the hint.

"Oh, come on, silly goose! I know there's gotta be more to it!" She leaned closer to you, legs brushing yours and hair in your face as she whispered in your ear. "Promise I won't tell."

You cleared your throat, gently pressing her shoulder until she moved back.

"Afraid there's not," you said, forcing a smile. "Sorry to disappoint."

Izzie pouted, reaching out and resting her hand on your knee. "But it all seems so exciting!"

You felt your smile tighten even more than it already was. Izzie, undeterred, moved her hand to your wrist, walking her fingers up your arm to your shoulder.

"There's gotta be something you can tell me." She tilted her head down, looking up at you through her eyelashes. "For me?"

You shook your head, stepping back. "Sorry, no can do. If you'll excuse me."

You turned, walking away from the bar. You didn't make it far, though, before a hand grasped your wrist. You turned to see Izzie standing there, looking up at you.

"I'm sorry," she said, giving you a flirtatious smile. "Come back. No more shop talk. Just us, getting to know each other better."

She stepped into your space, but you stepped back.

"Listen, you seem nice and all, but I'm not interested." You pulled your wrist from her grasp. "Sorry."

"You will be," Izzie purred, undeterred by your clear statement of disinterest. "Just a five minute conversation?"

"I'm really not interested," you insisted, stepping back. "I have a girlfriend. Who I love. And who I would never cheat on."

"Not even with this?" Izzie dragged a hand down her body, but you kept your eyes resolutely at her smug face. "I don't see your girlfriend anywhere."

"In that case, I'd invest in a pair of glasses if I were you."

You sighed with relief at the sound of Natasha's voice, and couldn't help but smile as she appeared next to you, hand snaking around your waist.

"Hello, my love," you said, kissing her head. Natasha's fingers tightened marginally around your waist as she examined Izzie.

"Hi," she said, tilting her head. "Who's this?"

"Izzie." Bold as brass, the blonde held out her hand towards Natasha. "I'm an actress. Who are you?"

"Natasha Romanoff." Natasha's calculating gaze turned cold. "Ex-SHIELD, ex-KGB, Avenger, can kill you 28 ways in less than three seconds, even without a weapon."

You watched the spark of recognition flash in Izzie's eyes, and she took a step back.

"Right," she said. "Well, it was lovely to meet you, but I should be going. Bye!"

"You know, it's almost funny how quickly she disappeared," you remarked as you lost sight of Izzie.

"You alright?" Natasha asked, turning to face you worriedly. "You looked really uncomfortable."

"Fine," you said honestly. "I was really uncomfortable, she wouldn't leave me the hell alone. But I'm good now that you're here."

"Damn straight." Natasha grinned devilishly. "'Cause you love me."

"You, and only you, baby." You turned to face her more fully, wrapping both your arms around her. "My one and only."

"Damn straight," she repeated, hands coming up to your face as she kissed you passionately. You returned it with equal fervor, party be damned.

"Maybe this isn't the best place for this," Natasha mumbled when you parted for air.

"What, you need to go upstairs and stake your claim?" You grinned. "I could be amenable to that."

And it seemed that was what Natasha had been waiting to hear. She grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the elevator, sending a sultry look over her shoulder.

Oh, yeah. You were definitely the luckiest person in the room.

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scottfuckingreed · 4 years

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So wrong, It’s right - Montgomery De La Cruz

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Warnings!: smutty and cute (exactly how I imagine Monty actually)

Can you admire something you’re a little afraid of? Is that possible or does that just contradict the entire point? Being the twin sister of Scott Reed means you’re in the jock group a lot. I’m around people like Bryce Walker and Montgomery De La Cruz all the time. I’m afraid of the power boys - men - like that have. And yet, I’m totally struck by them. Doodling around my notepad, I fade back into the classroom scene. Mrs Bradley goes on about how we need to be there for each other, and how to tell if our ‘friends’ are actually not okay even if they say they are. It’s pointless really, because it’s clear no one cares. It’s unfortunate. “Are you taking notes?” A whisper falls into my ear. I turn around to see an ‘innocent’ smile form on Monty’s face. “Why would I be taking notes?” I whisper back with a slight laugh. I’m not sure if some of these boys think playing dumb is cute, or they’re actually just stupid; probably both. “You just look like you’re taking notes,” he shrugs defensively and turns back to his area. I continue squiggling on my page until I feel a breath on my neck. My hairs stand instantly in an unknown way, sending shivers down my spine and a strange feeling in my stomach. “So what are you doing?” He whispers again. Rolling my eyes, I turn to him once again. “I’m decorating my page.” “You’re decorating your- what? Thats fucking stupid.” Sometimes I don’t get Monty’s responses. I know Monty is like that all the time. Rude? But why? The other’s are like it too. I just don’t know who’s genuinely a prick most of the time.

I wander over to Zach, who’s sat with Alex and he’s sat with Clay and those people. I don’t actually have a massive problem with Clay. I think he’s sweet. “Hey!” I smile when I get there. The response from Clay is a slight frown. Jess’ is a VERY small smile. Barely noticeable. “What do you want?” Clay mutters just loud enough for me to hear. “Clay-“ Jess laughs awkwardly. All I can do is smile. I get it. “Okay, I deserve that I guess.” I may have been involved in some ‘teasing’ back in the day when it comes to Clay. But that’s in the past. “I was just seeing if you were coming, Zach?” I shuffle my books that lay in my arms. “Nah I don’t think so, but you can join us if you want,” I love Zach. He’s a bit of an idiot a lot of the time, but his heart’s in the right place. Clay snaps his head very quickly at those words. “I don’t think I’m wanted here, but thanks anyway. I’ll see you guys around.” Walking away, I see Monty waiting for me. “Zachy staying with the pussies?” I roll my eyes and hit him on the arm. “Shut up, that’s not cute.” He chuckles and we walk to lunch.

We meet up with Scott, Charlie, Bryce and Marcus. “Where’s Zach?” Is the first thing Bryce, or anyone, says as we approach. “He’s with Clay and the other dipshits,” Monty laughs and sounds all cool and stuff. All I can do is roll my eyes. What do guys like Monty get from being nasty a lot of the time? “I think Y/N’s been flirting with me,” he adds, throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me in close. I imagine he thinks I like being this close to him. I grab his finger and drop his arm away. “Your ego is fucking massive,” I grunt with a smile. I take my water bottle out of my bag. “Almost as big as my dick,” I almost spit my water back out. Bad timing to take a drink. I get a poke on my shoulder, and that’s what does it for Scott. “Please don’t flirt with my sister in front of me!” He pushes Monty playfully on the shoulders. When I see Monty’s eyebrows raise, I know there’s something going on in his head. And his brain like never works. “Oh okay, I’ll just flirt with her when you’re not around then!” And a play fight erupts between all of them. “Alright kids!” Bryce pushes his foot against Monty, which makes both boys tumble to the ground. I swear the boys at the school are children.

Most of the guy’s had last period free - so they’d already gone home - leaving me to get home on my own. I finally leave the hell hole and bump into Monty. “Montgomery!” I smile, nudging my elbow into him. “Y/N, what do you want?” He chuckles. It sounds awkward or nervous, but that’s not Monty. Like, at all. “I was thinking... you could give me a lift home?” I smile innocently. He begins to walk, which his steps are bigger than mine, so I slightly jog to catch up. “Why would I do that?” His eyes scan me up and down. “Because you love me?” I stick my bottom lip out. The smile on his face only grows. He pretty much shakes his head until we reach his beautiful Jeep. I’m actually in love with his car. He doesnt reply. Instead he just stared at me with that grin. “Because I’m really fun to be around?” I ask again. Same response; he shakes his head. “Because I’m annoying and it’ll shut me up?” He raises his eyebrows. “Okay,” he says simply. All I can do is smile when I get into his car. “You’re so chirpy,” he laughs and starts the engine. “I know you love me,” once again, he shakes his head. “You wish.”

“Do you like what you see?” He smirks at me. I roll my eyes in a rush. “I’m not even looking at you,” I smile and turn my head out the window. I’ve actually watched every tap his fingers did against the steering wheel. I’d seen him nod along to whatever shit was on the radio. Not staring, but in the corner of my eye. Which I think is possibly worse. “I know you are, but it’s okay,” my eyes look back towards him. “I’m gonna have to tell Scotty that his little sister’s checking his best friend out,” I shake my head with a laugh. “We’re literally twins,” is all I can argue.

Monty turns in to the driveway to my house. “Thanks for that, Cruz-y,” he smiles very slightly at my words. Like, VERY slightly. “I guess it’s okay, but you definitely owe me,” I smile back at him and nod. “Of course, you can’t do anything to just ‘be nice’ can you?” I joke, chuckling as I open the door and hop out of his car. “Wait, Y/N,” he shouts out the open window. I watch as the boy gets out his car with something in his hand. “You almost left your phone,” he drops it in my hand. I tap it on his shoulder, and I automatically feel guilty for some reason. I haven’t done anything wrong, or anything I wouldn’t usually do. But I feel guilty. “Did you just, do something nice? For me?!” I drop my jaw with a gleaming smile. “I’m just a nice person,” he shrugs. “Well, I appreciate it,” I feel like I stand waiting for something that’s never gonna happen. I gazed towards the boy for what seems like ages. There was nothing to wait for. It was just awkward blank air. To break the silence, I turn and walk into my house. I’m not sure what else I was meant to do. I run up the stairs, excited to be home, and get out of my ‘nice’ clothes. Sweats and a bralette. It’s time to relax.

I set myself up. Pencils, my sketch pad, and myself laid on my stomach on my bed. Music on. Sometimes I draw from a picture, sometimes from my head, but most of the time it’s just doodles. Today it’s from my head. Just head with eyes and a face and everything. And time flies when you’re invested in something. “Wow,” is all I hear. I jump too much, shooting my head upwards and seeing Montgomery looking over at my book. “Holy shit!” My hand immediately goes over my pounding chest. That was not okay! “You could’ve knocked!” I shout, sitting myself up. “I did, you were just concentrating,” he shrugs and starts looking around my room. He picks up an ornament. I stand up, walking over to him and taking it off of him. It’s only when I get up that I remember what I’m wearing. I feel exposed. His eyes look my body up and down. And suddenly he’s in a rush. “Anyway, I just came to scare you,” and he leaves. Strange.

- A few days later -

A tight black dress. It fits like a glove around my hips, hugging my thighs nicely. This is an outfit that makes me feel like a bad bitch. “I know you’ve worn that dress just to piss me off,” Scott shakes his head as we drive to Bryce’s. Another stupid house party. Although I hate them, I find myself going to every one; enjoying myself too. “I don’t do it to piss you off Scott,” I laugh. He raises his eyebrows immediately. “I know exactly who you dress like that for,” which makes me heat up. Luckily my foundation hides the redness in my cheeks. I don’t even glance his way. I can’t. “Why is everything always about Monty?” It stresses me out that everything is about that boy. “Can’t I just dress up for myself?” I add, rather snappily. Here we are. Bryce pretty much has a car park in front of his fucking house. He might as well have ‘I’m a rich prick’ tattooed on his forehead. “You can, Y/N,” and he gets out the car. You can hear everything from inside the car, let alone walking towards the party itself. Pretty sure I felt the vibrations from the street over. “But did I mention Monty?” Our eyes lock. I swear he said his name? Shit.

Shit music, a load of half naked girls, and too many Varsity jackets? We must be at a Bryce Walker party. I don’t know half of these people here. But I do know Zach! I can’t rush over to him at the drinks table fast enough. “Hey!” I smile. “Y/N, dragged along again?” He asked, handing me a cup. The burning stench of whatever-the-fuck shoots through my nose with just one small sniff. “Jesus Christ, what’s in this?” An adorable smile spreads across his face. He’s so pure I swear. “It’s actually a shorter list if you ask what’s not in it,” he shrugs. I raise my eyebrows, wondering if the boy is smart enough to flirt with me. I leave it at silence, bringing the cup up to my lips. “Everything,” I look back his way. He leans himself down and gets close to my ear. The warmth of his breath does nothing to my body. “I put everything in it. Enjoy!” Is what he finishes with before walking away dancing.

I find myself dancing with everybody and nobody. The fun thing about a party is you don’t need to know anybody. Especially if there’s a lot of people, and you’re drunk. And since there’s everything in my cup, it’s safe to say that I’m a little gone after half of it. “Ah!” I shout and point, seeing a familiar boy across the room. “Where have you been?!” I shout ask. I think I ran over to him. Whatever I did, it happened very quickly. “Around,” he shrugs. And I giggle. What was funny, you ask? Absolutely nothing. But I’m tipsy and a little horny. “Are you drunk?” He laughs, taking my cup and sniffing it. His eyebrows raise, before he even takes a sip, let alone after. “It’s a Zachy special-” “Where’s your brother?” I hardly finish my sentence before he starts shouting his words over the loud music. “I don’t know,” my slightly drunken state is offended by his question. Maybe I’m just annoyed at myself, maybe it’s the fact that everything is about my brother, but it’s more than likely the fact that I wanna be flirted with. And he’s definitely not flirting with me. Rolling my eyes, I just turn and walk as far away as I can before stumbling and embarrassing myself completely. Completely into the arms of Montgomery De La Cruz. “Careful,” the slight giggle shocks me. It was..? Cute..? “Maybe you should sit down for a while,” I realise that I’m still in his arms, which is definitely the last place I should be, so I stand up ‘straight’. As straight and as still as I can be anyway. “It’s okay, I wanna dance!” Smiling massively towards him, I’m shocked when he actually reciprocates the happy look. He never smiles back at me. It must be pity. “You can dance sat down, I’ll come with you.”

I didn’t think I’d be spending a part of my night looking at the stars with Monty, but here we are. Well I’m sat on a sun bed, and he’s stood. The fresh air does a mix of sending the alcohol to my head, and sobering me up a little. Which makes no sense; I know. I’m just drunk. “Fuck, did I drop my drink?” Confusion hits me like a brick. So much so that I start patting my hips at the pockets I don’t have. Which also makes no fucking sense. “I took it off you- why would the cup be in your pocket?” He laughs, taking a seat on the concrete next to my lounger. “That’s cute,” as soon as the words fall out, my hand covers my mouth. “Shit, I won’t hear the end of that. Will I?” His lips press together, shaking his head slowly. “At least you’be admitted you find me cute,” I don’t even have the effort to argue. So I lay myself down.

Before I open my eyes, my head starts pounding. Unfortunately I remember quite a bit, if not all of last night. It’s effort to wake up. So I lay on my back. In a 3, 2, 1, I open my eyes to a ceiling. I might still be drunk, or my eyes aren’t working properly, but that ceiling doesn’t look like mine. “You’re awake!” A voice startles me. There stand Montgomery De La Cruz with water and a pill of some kind. “Fuck, this doesn’t look-” “I slept on the sofa,” and my heart, unfortunately, skips a beat. I lay a glance over to the chair. It’s small. “It’s comfier than it looks,” he shrugs, edging the items towards me. I don’t even know what to say. It’s... sweet? “This could literally be anything,” I squint my eyes at the drug with as much enthusiasm as I can in this state. “Don’t you trust me?” I press my lips together and screw my face up. “I do, unfortunately,” I shrug, and take the painkiller. “Good, lets get some food,” he nods his head towards the door. In my state? No. But I couldn’t turn down his offer.

“I’m curious Monty,” we walk where we can see the beach. Not on the sand, but the path very close. I’m not sure if he’s following me, or I’m following him. “Go on,” he smile, putting a chip in his mouth. Seaside chips are the best. To be honest, everything tastes better at the beach. “How did I end up in your bed?” I smile at my question. My cheeks blush slightly at the question. I must be broken. “Well you just passed out really, so I thought it was the right thing to do,” he shrugs in a very cute way? “Where’d Scott go?” As flattered as I am, Scott should’ve been there. I’m his twin sister. “He got with some slut-” I raise my eyebrows. “Sorry, he got with a blonde girl in a red skirt.” He shivers. A chuckle exits my mouth. “What’s that about?” A smile goes across his face, looking down. I’ve noticed every move he’s made since this ‘morning’. “Red’s such a slutty colour,” he says slowly. Is he weary of my reaction? “Tell me about it!” Only a moment of silence goes by. “Well, thank you,” His eyes lock with mine. “I respect that you didn’t try it on with me, because I definitely would’ve just let it happen,” without debate. Without thinking, he speaks. “I wouldn’t want it to happen like that,” my heart skips a beat. I see the instant regret in his face, but I can’t help but feel warmed by those words. Even so, he doesn’t correct himself.

I spend the rest of my day pacing my bedroom floor. Seeing as I woke up like midday, it’s not actually too long. It felt like it. An hour felt like 3. A knock goes on my door. Although I’m not doing anything, I felt suspicious. So I rush onto my bed and start reading a page of the book closest to me. ‘Twilight’. A classic. “Come in!” I shout. I expected it to be my mum, but it’s Scott. Guilt. Why? I don’t know. I didn’t do anything wrong. Even so, there’s still a feeling of guilt in my body. And it’s heavy. “You never knock,” I laugh nervously. “I wanted to apologise for leaving you at the party. That was a shitty brother move,” he shrugs. As much as I appreciate it, it feels weird. Does he know? I let a moment of silence go by before answering. “It’s fine, at least nothing happened,” looking back at my home screen, I hope that Scott leaves. Of course he doesn’t. He hasn’t asked the vital question. “So... where’d you crash?” Now... I could lie. I feel like I could lie easily too. Only if it’s not a trick question. What if Monty’s already told Scott? Then it’ll look like I’m covering something up. Am I? Nah. “Monty took me to his, but I swear nothing happened,” I almost rush out. Scott’s facial expression doesn’t really change, other than look slightly relieved. “Don’t worry, I trust you,” there’s a pause. “So did you, like, share a bed?” Which makes me smile massively. Only my brother would ask such an awkward question. “He actually gave me his bed, and I think he slept on a chair.” Scott looks surprised. “That chair in his bedroom?” He asks. I nod slowly. “Hmm,” and he leaves.

I spend the rest of my day rewatching Teen Wolf. Let’s not lie, it’s one of the best shows out there! So here I am, crying at how beautiful Stiles is, and my phone starts to ring. Heart: drops. It’s only Monty. For some reason I’m nervous to talk to him. So I hesitate answering the phone. Just do it Y/N! “Hey,” I clear my throat lightly. For context, Monty never calls me. Why would he? We’ve texted on and off about stupid shit. Like ‘is Scott with you’ and ‘can I copy your work’. That’s it. “Y/N, how are you?” His voice echos softly through my ear. “I’m alright, what’s up?” My hair twiddles around my forefinger. “What are you doing right now?” Other than crying at a stupid Netflix show? Other than getting nervous about you calling me? “Nothing, I think Scott’s-” “I didn’t call you to ask where Scott is,” he chuckles *cutely*. His tone made it sound like that was a strange thing to say. Like I said, he’s never really called me before. Not to actually speak to me. “So, what’s up?” I ask again. My body doesn’t seem to know what to do. I go from sitting down, to laying on my back, to my front, to pacing the floor. All over the place. “I was- uh- wondering if you could sneak out?” He whispers mischievously. Eyebrows: raised. I gasp through the phone with a smile. Tutting at him, I lose the capability to speak for a second. I clear my throat again. “Monty-” “Just for a walk.”

Walking to meet Monty was insane. I don’t even know my intentions, let alone his. But somehow it makes sense. The sky is dark, the air blows cold. My joggers keep my legs cosy. My arms, however, were unprepared. I’m not cold though. I’m nervous. The uncertainty of this whole thing is driving me insane. The craziness is eating at me. And yet I don’t know if I wanna face Monty. But I am. He’s ahead of me. My stomach just can’t keep still. Even with him standing right in front of me. Whatever happens, will happen. “I thought you were gonna stand me up, Y/N,” his smile screams nerves, which made me more nervous. A guy like Monty should never be nervous. “I was hesitant to come,” he nods slowly. “But I’m here.”

The chat was just about stupid shit, funny times, and thick with ‘beating around the bush’. I should be paying attention to where we were going. The absolutely insane thing is I trust Monty. I probably always have done. Through the teasing, and the being Scott’s twin sister, I’ve always felt somewhat comfortable. He’d even given me just hoodie to wear. I’m not sure if it’s something to read into, or it’s simply a kind gesture. “Monty... why did we just walk around for like 30 minutes just to get back to my house?” I can’t hold it back anymore. I need to know why I’m here. “Why am I walking the streets with you half 10 at night?” He avoids my eye contact. I realise that he doesn’t plan on answering me right now. I stop in my place, grabbing his hand. His skin soft and warm. I wish he wasn’t so damn hard to read. “Maybe I just wanted to hang out with you?” Shaking my head, I smile at the ground before locking eyes with him again. This time his eyes stay on mine. Neither of us move. “I’m confused,” a smile spreads across his face. “I’ve been confused for a while,” my eyebrows lift in curiosity. A while? Is he confused about the same shit I am? “Explain it to me.” And he just starts walking away from me.

“Monty!” I slightly jog up to him. It’s wrong of me, but I just wanted everything out on the line. I wanted it written in black and white. “It’s hard to explain the fact that I’m pretty much in love with my best friend’s sister,” my heart drops, yet it’s full at the same time. Jaw; dropped. “I- what?” My hands cover my gradually growing smile. His face stays neutral. This whole thing is just insane. “I’m sorry, but I am obsessed with everything you stand for,” and that does it. I know there is an unwritten rule about your brother’s best friend. This makes me entirely shitty. It’s nothing I ever imagined. The silence on my end makes Monty start to walk away. “You know what!” Once again I grab Monty. “Fuck it,” this time reaching for the back of his neck and pulling him close. Our lips magnetise together. Ive never felt such passion and respect from a person. The unbelievable feeling of his fingers crawling to my waist was something I realise I’ve been missing. It’s just one long kiss, and yet it’s so much more than that. Unknowing, I have been waiting for this moment for a little too long. He pulls my body as close to his as possible. I should be considering the fact that Scott could just look out his window. A thought should’ve crossed my mind that this is one of the shittiest things either of us could do. My conscience shouldn’t be clean. Right now, this is all I can think about.

I feel like I should feel guiltier than I do. I was more nervous of Scott catching me than my parents. Scott and I have always been close. We’re twins. We will always be that. But Monty and Scott? What just happened between me and Monty was risky for that. Yet I lay on my bed staring at my ceiling; I’m smiling like a fool. The clock reads 23:39. Just sleep Y/N. I just kissed Montgomery De La Cruz. A simple, but so perfect, kiss. I can’t wrap my head around it, let alone the fact that he said he’s ‘pretty much’ in love with me. Like shit. Is he gonna regret telling me that in the morning? I hope not.

- The Next Morning -

Nerves and a centimetre of guilt pumps through my veins, waking me up at exactly 06:12. I usually wake up at 07:00, so I might as well shower. I know I shouldn’t dress up just because Monty pronounced his love for me. You know I’m going to though. A touch of mascara and tinted lip balm will be subtle enough.

“You’ve gotta stop looking like that,” Scott shakes his head at me as I jog down the stairs and into the dining room. “Scott! You look beautiful sweetheart,” my mum kisses me on the cheek and hands me a plate of pancakes. I can’t even think about eating right now. “She does it just to flirt with Monty,” a metal spoon hits my back. He scoffs. “I do not!” Usually that would be true, but today it’s not. My high waisted shorts sit perfectly on my hips, and my fitted crop top hugs my breasts. I look down at my outfit. I honestly don’t even thinks it’s that bad. “It’s not my fault Monty flirts with me,” I tease Scott. Is that even a joke though? “Fuck, you wish!” “Right!” My mum shouts. Definitely at the swearing. “Just get to school!”

There’s silence in the car. Not even the radio plays a sound. This is where the guilt starts to sink in. “We’re picking Monty up, could you move to the back when we get to his?” Scott asks, cracking the first ‘smile’ towards me today. “Oh I see how it is,” I grunt jokingly, and he actually smiles. I can’t imagine what it would be like if me and Monty carried on. If anything it shows that yesterday was a mistake and can’t happen. Too much would be risked. We don’t live far from Monty, so in seconds we were outside. It hadn’t even sunk in that I have to see him today. Fuck. Slipping out the car, we lock eyes. “Good morning, Reed,” he huskily whispers. His smile captivates me, but I just have to ignore it. Just like I’m ignoring the fact that when I slid past him to get to the back seats, our bodies scraped together: I thought, stupidly enough, sitting behind Scott would mean there would be no eye contact between Monty and I. Boy was I wrong. In the corner of his eye. In the rear view mirror. It would stop if I stopped looking at him... right now that seems impossible.

“Hey Y/N,” Jess smiles at me as I walk past her locker. Strange? But I stop and turn. “Hey, how are you?” I ask, watching her grab her books. “I’m all good. I just wanted to apologise for Clay the other day. He’s just a bit-” “I deserved it, don’t even worry about it.” She presses her top and bottom lips together tightly. “Thank you though,” I open my arms to hug her, which she surprisingly accepts, until I get a tap on the shoulder. Jess releases me. When I turn and see Monty, my heart goes from zero to a hundred real fast. Imagine a boy having such a grip on you. “Monty,” my voice comes out shaky. “Jessica,” Monty nods at her, and he grunts. “I’ll see you later,” she screws her face up at him and walks away. “She’s such a bitch,” he rolls his eyes. THIS is what I don’t like about Monty. I just wish that list was longer than the stuff I do like about him. “Anyway, can we go talk somewhere?”

Panic thoughts rush through my head as I walk out the school with Monty. What if someone starts gossiping about the fact that we’ve left the school to talk? That’s so fucking stupid. Why would people do that? I’m a little nervous. I’m actually a LOT nervous. Breathe Y/N. I take a seat on the wall behind me. “I wanted to know how you’re feeling?” He simply says. I smile down to myself. “You make this so hard, why can’t you just be an asshole to me?” I let out in a whispered chuckle. “Is that what you want?” He brushes the back of his hand against my arm. “What do you want from this?” My question just makes him raise his eyebrows, as if the answer’s obvious. Does he want a fuck-buddy? Does he want a relationship? Is he just trying to fuck with my emotions? I mean, that last one’s completed with flying colours. “You’re gonna hate me for saying this Y/N, but I honestly just want you.” If anyone else said such a thing, I’d tell them to get a grip. This is Monty. Bad boy image with devilishly good looks. The boy you love to hate, and hate to love. He’s not meant to actually swoon for a girl. Is that what’s happening? Holy shit. “I don’t know if that can happen, what about Scott?” He smiles to himself. His body places itself next to me. “This has nothing to do with Scott,” he shrugs. I wish that was true. “All Scott does is warn me to stay away from you. You’re his best friend,” hand goes to my knee. My naked knee. Please move your hand a little higher; no. “I know, but he’d get over it,” I make a ‘would he really’ face at him. It’s hard to believe that. My eyes gaze away from him for a second. I look at the sky and the trees and that school building. Monty’s eyes are the last place I should look. Except my eyes drift back to his in a second. Stomach; drops. He slowly begins to move his head towards mine. I want to stop him. I want to consider the fact that anyone could see us right now. Including Scott. In all honesty, his lips aren’t moving towards mine fast enough. “Montgomery,” my whispered words stop his in his place. My forehead fall onto his. “I’d risk it, for you.”

School is always a drag, but when you’re waiting for it to end it goes 10x slower. Once again, the rest of our people had last period free. This leaves Monty and I the only ones left. I should be avoiding the boy at all costs. But my hearts flutters when I see him waiting at the school doors for me. I can’t even find words. “Hey,” Monty gives me a contained smile, as if he was holding back. I’m already blushing. “Montgomery,” I say simply. He starts moving, so my body automatically follows his lead. I honestly can’t help it. Can you blame me? Have you met the guy?! “Do you wanna walk with me?” Walk with him? Fuck yeah. But we all know what happened on that last walk of ours. For some reason that only makes me want to walk with him even more. I can’t control myself... he must have a voodoo doll or something.

As usual, our chats flow too naturally. I guess we’ve always spoken, but I never realised how well we got on until recently. Have I been hiding these feelings? It wasn’t intentional. But I should be containing my feelings now. I should cut Monty off before we hurt Scott. I wish I could. “How do you feel?” He asks again. Fuck, I wish he’d leave it alone. “That’s a loaded question Monty.” He stops in his place. A thought bubble appears above his head. It’s only for a few seconds. Then he softly takes hold of my forearm, and leads me into an alleyway. This is it. This is where he kills me. Both of his hands go to my wrists, lifting them and pushing me against the wall. This is single handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. His eyes just stare back into mine. We’re so used to just staring at each other at this point. “How do you feel?” He asks again. I feel like I want his body on top of mine if we’re honest. A smug look captivates his face. Can he hear my thoughts? I gulp loudly. I think I’m about to have a heart attack. “Y/N,” he whispers deeply. “Can you just kiss me already?!”

He’s seems almost struck by my words. As if, although he wanted to hear them, he wasn’t expecting me to actually say them. His eyes scan my body intricately, up and down. I could watch him look at me all day. “Monty... did you hear what I said?” I ask. The corners of his mouth turn up before he makes a move. Finally. His lips on mine once again. I’ve been aching for this moment for at least 16 hours since the last, and first, time. Only this time it’s not just a long, still kiss. Within seconds his tongue asks for access into my mouth. The angel on my shoulder makes me hesitate. This is wrong. But it’s so fucking right. The devil, and my entire body, screams yes. His mouth; warm. The massaging sensation of his tongue sends flutters in every place possible. His hands squeeze my wrists tighter before realising them. They move to balance on the wall. Mine go to the bottom of his tee and... I realise we’re outside. In public. Where everyone and anyone can see us. I break away from his spell for a second. It’s somewhat comforting to see him breathing just as heavy as me. My right hand goes to his chest. “Fuck...” I whisper. I lean my head on the front of his shoulder. In the most adorable way, he places a soft kiss on the top of my head. He can definitely do that more often. “Do you wanna come back to mine?” He asks. What a stupid fucking question.

Luckily we were only seconds away from Monty’s place. I felt giggly the whole 3-5 minutes. It’s like I was in a trance. I heard Monty say that he dad was at work, and honestly it’s all I needed to hear. I could think about guilt, l right now, or anything other than the fact that I’ve never needed or wanted something so much in my life. So he unlocks the door. Before we can even get in the building, I turn Monty towards me and jump. My legs wrap around his waist tightly as I latch my lips onto his. This time there was nothing stopping us. Slam goes the door behind us. The wetness between my legs only grows as Monty’s hands cup my ass cheeks. Squeezing slightly, I let a small, breathy moan enter his mouth. He grunts. “Fuck, Y/N,” he mutters between our lips. It’s almost like he stepped foot on the gas. I’m not sure how, but Monty walks us up the stairs whilst we make out, all the way up to his bedroom. Maybe I should be wondering how he’s so good at this. I couldn’t care less.

My back bounces onto the bed. Our lips stay apart for only a second before his body is above mine. Hands smooth up and down from my hips to my waist. His fingers crawl to the buttons of my shorts. He stops. “Is this okay?” He asks. This is the moment. I know, just by that statement alone, that Monty is worth it. It confirms it all for me. My hands cover my mouth in awe. “I fucking love that,” I pretty much squeal. “Monty,” I speak, holding his head between my hands. “This is more than okay, I need you.” His lips attach back onto mine, and he starts undoing my shorts. I wiggle and lift my body to make it go faster, but they just don’t come off fast enough. All I keep imagining is that this is a dream. This is too crazy to be actually happening.

Just as Monty’s lips go to my neck, I hear a buzz. Is that my alarm? No. So this must be real. It is, however, Monty’s phone ringing. Monty pulls himself off of me. I reach over, pick up his phone, and see ‘Scotty’ written across the top. 1. Cute. 2. Fuck. “Imma just ignore it,” he smirks, rubbing his body back against mine. I don’t know what comes over me, but I find the strength and confidence to flip us over. I smile massively at what I’ve just accomplished. Here I am, straddling Montgomery De La Cruz. Does it get any better? His eyes look shocked. “That’s so fucking hot,” he lifts his head to lock our lips. “Shut up,” I whisper against his lips. I slide my tongue between his lips and... a phone rings. “Fuck,” I grunt frustratedly. ‘Scott’ comes across my phone this time. “Fuck, I’m gonna have to answer it,” I speak in a panic. “It’s fine just ignore him,” he reaches to grab my phone. My hand moves slowly away, making his eyes roll. “He could put 2 and 2 together and make 4,” I say simply. Shit. Act natural. “Hey Scott,” the key is to not overthink this. I won’t think about the fact that I’m in a thong straddling him best friend. Or that Monty’s fingers are tracing pattens on my ass cheeks. “Hey, have you seen Monty?” Of course. What other question would he ask? ‘I have actually. He’s currently between my legs. I could pass you on?’ But no. “No I haven’t, what’s up?” I hear a sigh through the phone. Okay Scott, just hang up now. “Bryce is looking for him. Where are you?” I put a bit of pressure on Monty’s chest with my hand, as I sign to stop, but he does not. Instead he squeezes my buttcheeks ever so slightly. This sends a rush of pleasure through my body, and a HEAVY breath out my mouth. “It sounds dodgy your end Y/N,” he laughs. I can hear the nerves in his voice. I know he’s thinking the worst, and it’s actually a reality right now. “I’m just working out.” In my head I can see Scott shake his head at my response. You’d think, as a jock, he’d understand the grind of working out and keeping fit. But no, Scott is naturally built like an athlete. “Well, enjoy that shit I guess?” His voice is uncertain. “If you do see Monty, tell him to come to the house! Bye,” before I can respond, he hangs up. I think I did it.

I let out a deep breath of relief. “Scott said that if I see you I should tell you to go to our house,” Monty pretends to throw me off him, but instead he flips us back over. “You can go if you’d like,” I mutter, slowly sticking out my bottom lip. I’m lying. My legs tighten around his body. His eyes widen. “I think I’m gonna stay with you,” he smiles, planting his lips back onto mine. He continues to kiss down my neck, just like he was before we were interrupted. “Montgomery,” I’m not sure if I regret stopping him. Theres just one thing I need more than this foreplay right now. Eyes: locked together. Fuck. He makes me nervous. I feel like it’s my first time all over again. “Can you just, like, fuck me now?” I giggle. I hardly finished my sentence before he pulls himself off me to go into a drawer. A condom. To get comfy, I move myself to his pillows. To think, a couple of days ago I woke up in this room panicking because I thought I slept with Monty. Now I’m about to.

He rummages the condom on in seconds. I’ll worry about the fact that he’s clearly very experienced later. “Is this good?” He asks. I could make a silly joke about how ‘he hasn’t started yet’. But I know exactly what he means. And it’s so fucking cute. My hands reach for the back of his head, pulling his lips onto mine for just a peck. “This is perfect.” Eyes are locked together, he leans down and rubs his nose on mine. The palpating going through my body is concerning. And somehow, just when he starts entering, it feels real. This only probably ever crossed my mind once. I steady my breathing as he pushes himself further inside me. Not a virgin, but definitely not a slut. In my opinion anyway. He notices me trying to get comfortable and plants his lips on mine for one long kiss. Humming vibrates from his lips onto mine. I want this moment to last forever.

Breath. Monty stays still for just a second, and pulls his lips away from mine. His right hand sweeps a strand of my hair out of my face. I reach my right hand up to his face, caressing his cheek and smoothing my thumb against his bottom lip. “You are,” pause, “so beautiful,” he says boldly. It wasn’t whispered. It wasn’t a question. I could hear he meant it. Montgomery De La Cruz thinks I’m beautiful. Without warning, he starts to pull out. My mouth gapes more and more. You know that point where you’re on a rollercoaster and you’re waiting for the drop... that was the anticipation for Monty to start thrusting. I’m a mess underneath him. When he does start, I feel myself coming apart at the seams already. His lips go back to mine, my arms stretch around his neck to pull him closer. Our tongues dance around. This was a ‘finally’ moment. The steadiness of the thrusts was perfection. It wasn’t rough, but it was nowhere near slow. And gentle. Everything about this boy was gentle. I don’t know if anyone has ever seen this soft Monty. I want this Monty all to myself. And right now, he’s mine. I wanted, and I needed, him as close as I could. My legs probably couldn’t wrap around his waist any tighter.

My entire being wanted to hold on for as long as I could, but this boy has some serious tricks. I feel like I’m quite stubborn so I could hold off. Monty’s right hand smooths down my hip, down my thigh, and hooks under my knee. As he lifted my leg slight higher, I knew I couldn’t hold on. “Fuck,” I pretty much squeal into his mouth as he reaches my g-spot. My abdomen bursts with excitement. My eyes glance at him biting his bottom lip very discreetly. His lips move from my lips to the side of my neck. I close my eyes for a second to just soak this moment in. I never thought I needed to feel this close to Monty. The pace increases by 2x at least, and a long lost knot begins to form in my stomach. It’s as if my body can sense the boy’s need to release. I think we’ve both been waiting for this moment for a little longer than we think we have. “Please tell me your close,” his husky voice tingles my neck. “Oh my god!” I moan loudly as my climax... finally. Connected. We continue to ride out each other’s highs. Wow.

My head lays against Monty’s chest. I know this can’t last forever. At some point I have to go home. When my heart stops racing, I sit up. “Do you regret it?” Is the first thing Monty asks. I smile to myself slightly. I shake my head slowly. “I kinda wish I did,” I shrug and turn my body towards him and cross my legs. “What do we do now?” I ask with a nervous giggle. He just stares at me. I’ve never been looked at like that before. “Scott’s gonna have to get over it. You’re too beautiful to keep it a secret,” cheesy, but fucking cuuuute. “Shut up. You’ll start making me believe it in a minute,” I push his chest lightly. Monty takes my hand and pulls me close to him. “You’re beautiful Y/N.” It’s hard to make jokes when the most handsome person is staring you dead in the eyes. My cheeks heat too quickly. “So, I heard you kinda like your best friends sister... how’s that working out for you?” I whisper. He opens his mouth, smiling massively for a second. “I actually say that I’m in love with my best friend’s sister. You should get your facts right.” A grin bigger than my head itself forms. “Wow, sassy Monty’s got,” I tease. “I mean it, Y/N. I’m in love with you.” I open my mouth to respond, but no words seems to form. I gobsmacked. Most of the times when I say I’m speechless, I’ve still got shit to say. I don’t know what to say to that. “Fuck, Monty,” I whisper. I nudge my nose against his chin. “If it turns out it’s because I look a little like Scotty, I’m gonna be pissed,” I laugh. Once again, Monty flips us over and puts his body between my legs. He put his tongue between his lips, licking them very sexily I might add. “That’s just a bonus,” my mouth drops open before pulling Monty’s lips down onto mine once again.

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if you were to do a practical magic AU, Would Steve be the witch who was running away from the crazy boyfriend, or would he be the witch who wishes for someone so amazing and unique that he doesnt think could exist. Only for billy to show up one day and not let steve go. I mean he did wish for him you cant be mad when he shows up.

Spoilers For Practical Magic (1998)

I absolutely love practical magic, the relationship between the sisters and the whole bond of sisterhood idea that runs through it is everything. I also love the majority of the characters and I would love to grow old with my sister doing Witchcraft in that beautiful house.

So for the purposes of a story set in this universe, Steve would need a sibling, I guess it’s up to you whether you want it to be a sister or a brother as I feel the sibling bond is integral to the story.

In terms of a story you could of course do either if you’re doing Gillian’s story I imagine Billy to be completely obsessed with Steve, can’t get enough of him and at first Steve loves this as he craves love, can never be satisfied and Billy finally lets him settle but then the obsession becomes too much and he starts to wear Steve down. Finally, Steve feels suffocated, Billy is too possessive maybe even violent, through their bond, his sibling comes to help him and they end up killing Billy but not even death can stop Billy’s obsession and he slowly draws energy from Steve until he is finally able to become whole again.

I imagine this story would be quite dark, filled with passion and dark obsession, when Billy regains his body he would make sure that Steve could never leave him again. Also could reference the branding again maybe after being in the afterlife Billy learns a few things about Witches and maybe you could something that binds Steve to him when he comes back, maybe his brand across his heart or a mixing of their blood to circumvent the sibling bond.

Or you can do Sally’s story so whereas Gillian is excited by the idea of love and can’t get enough of it due to the family curse Sally is terrified of love and shuns the idea. So Steve never wants to fall in love as his mom died of a broken heart so he invents the perfect person, they can never exist so his love spell will protect him from a broken heart. Then one day Steve notices a beautiful woman in town and his aunts take notice and unbeknownst to Steve they cast a little love spell, hoping that it will take away his fear of love but Steve and the girl fall deeply in love, get married and have two children. Everything is perfect until the curse strikes down Steve’s wife killing her. Having had a taste of love Steve desperately wants more but his heart is too broken so he closes himself off. With the help of his sibling, he grows contented with his life, living with his two aunts and his children but he shuns magic.

Then he helps out his sibling and accidentally kills a man which makes Billy come to their home to investigate there’s an instant spark between them but Steve fights against it but there’s something about Billy that draws him in and eventually Steve can’t ignore it anymore even if it means that he goes to prison. For Billy it’s love at first sight and when he learns about the Witchcraft and Steve’s spell he doesn’t care because he knows that they’re meant to be but can he convince Steve that their love is more than just magic.

Although I think both ideas have great potential especially depending on whether you’re feeling a slightly angsty but overall sweet love story or a tale of dark appetites, obsession and possession, I’m more partial to Sally’s story in this case because I love the idea of their love transcending magic, they simply were meant to be.

#anon ask #harringrove #fic idea #practical magic au

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planetjisungie · 4 years

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détester- l.dh

characters; slytherin! haechan x gryffindor! reader ft. gryffindor! mark (its just a given at this point) and slytherin! jisung

summary; enemies to lovers, you and donghyuck had always just hated eachother. you dont know when it started, or why it started but it was starting to get annoying.

an; i WILL finish my hogwarts series tonight we only have chenle left but now we have more fluff than actual crack because simon says is playing

congratulations you have reached gryffindor level you lucky prick

only the finest gryffindor

you are the embodiment of courage, literally if there was a ditch and someone fell down while everyone was too scared to help them, youd dive in before they could even say ‘dumbledore’

and you just so happen to be the younger sister of mark lee

the infamous mark lee,, that is

lucky prick part 2

but one thing made you seem not so lucky

your sworn enemy, lee donghyuck

or haechan as he liked to be called because apparently all evil villains needed a fake name

thats what you said anyway, he just liked the name haechan for its meaning

but he was also the emodiment of a slytherin, ambitious, cunning, resourceful and he was a pretty damn good leader

hence him being the captain of the quidditch team (no we are not going down the jisung route)

you didnt actually know when you started hating him, in your first year he had just decided to tie your poor, poor cat like a pig for roasting (he was in his second year already)

mr snuggles was traumatized

after that day it was small things to annoy you

like when he put hair dye in your conditioner bottle, resulting in your hair turning out a seafoam green colour

which you actually didnt mind so the joke was really on him, you pulled that shit off

or when he put spiders in your school shoes

that was unpleasant

and he also put a cockroach in your pocket, scaring your poor best friend who was terrified of the creatures

jisung was shaking, he hates cockroaches

to this day you still didnt know why he was a slytherin, but you guessed it was because he was a pureblood, very ambitious and resourceful but not so scary

but today was no exception

you walked towards the gryffindor table, robe billowing behind you as if you were walking in a movie

you were a lee sibling, you were both good at literally everything and deserved all the praise on earth

you fucking go girl, i stan

jisung sat at your table, the gryffindors appeared not to mind, especially as he was actually super nice

"y/n haechan told me to give you this"

ah there it was

the small hufflepuff girl handed you the letter before scurrying off back to her table

"y/n im scared"

jisung was already frightened of what that letter would hold

and you were a good friend, who knew no good would come from that letter

so you shoved it in your pocket, letting it crumple up before turning back to your breakfast

rip donghyuck

that was a fat L for our boy

he just wanted your attention

at first at least, he just wanted to be noticed by you so he pulled the cat stunt, making sure he didn’t actually harm the creature because he is still a decent human being and the grey furry animal did nothing to him

but now he had taken things too far

and he realised that after the stunt he pulled which resulted in you

yes, you, the brave, courageous gryffindor, crying

yeah he fucked up

he casted an illusion spell that infiltrated your sleep, creating nightmares with your deepest fears

and he regretted that

prank gone wrong *nearly killed her* (not clickbait)

you were still pissed at him for that

but that letter in your pocket was no ordinary letter

it was a confession letter, because he; yes him, the infamous slytherin, was too scared to talk to you about it in person

yet you literally just crushed his heart

which he kinda deserved to be fair

but jisung sent you a grateful smile and you went back to your conversation of which cereal brand was better

the answer is obviously lucky charms or frosted shreddies pengers mate

so our baby slytherin needed to find another way to get his feelings across because he was failing

and brother mark was: not happy

mark was a friend of haechan but despite his complaints every goddamn time that he needed to stop his stupid jokes that weren’t actually jokes, he didnt listen

maybe he shouldve listened

mark knows best

apart from jenos fic, mark was a real bitch but this is mark 2.0

mark really doesnt know best

anyways moving on

its time for innovative hyuck™️

so its back to the drawing room, sitting next to yuta (his head boy) to discuss the next plan of action

cutie yuta felt that haechan opening up to him about his feelings was the biggest achievement during his time at hogwarts

so right, the next plan

it was to leave flowers on your bed and then when you turned around to see who put them there (hypothetically) he would be there and he could make his outstanding apology

but of course, this isnt some fanfiction where everything goes right

who do you take me for?

so later that day he gathered his flowers, tying them in a cute dark green ribbon

staying with the slytherin theme

and he put them on your bed

they were some seriously nice flowers

you noticed them as soon as you walked in and your heart swelled

unfortunately that wasnt the only thing that swelled

you were allergic to pollen, and your eyes had puffed up slightly, itching a little and you had some sniffles

that was another L for hyuck

and he ran, he fucking booked it out of his little hiding spot back to his common room aka the dungeon

"YUTA I FAILED"

"how the fuck do you fail giving someone flowers hyuck?"

"shes fucking allergic"

so you never found out who gave you flowers

but

but you did keep them, despite your obvious physical irritation to them

they were pretty :(((

so you pressed them into a random notebook you found, because seriously you couldnt just chuck them out

unfortunately for hyuck, he was not so slick to mark who narrowed his eyes on the boy

he knew something was up

what kind of torture device was flowers ?? this was too soft

and so he found out that the same boy who had been making your life a little

how should i say

s p i c y

had a fat crush on you and was just a pouty baby who wanted your love and attention

cute

mark didnt know whether to support this?? like ?? he knew that underneath your front of disliking the long legged boy, you had some feelings, maybe small but they were there

you wouldve called it fondness

because

i promise youre not a sadist or masochist

but you would see him in class

he was very focused and had a beautiful smile

and laugh

he may come across a little... stand offish and arrogant at first but hes actually a kind soul

from how he made a mess in the grand hall but when he thought everyone was gone, he stayed behind to help clean it, having fun conversations with the staff (elves? who tf cleans the great hall??)

that goddamn melodious laughter constantly ringing in your head

shawtys like a melody in my head

but moving on

you noticed the pranks he pull decreased

and that was because he was spending time with yuta and mark, planning the perfect, foolproof (unfortunately not jeno this time) way to confess

and he sent you small smiles ?? what ??

this is so unlike the hyuck you knew

like he did a 180

i did a full 180 baby crazy

i said this was gonna be less crackish but when regular comes on and you hear jaehyuns queso line you cant not feel qUirKy

(bbq- bb—s mY DIAMONDS I DONT NEED NO LIGHT TO SHINE- jungwoo)

okay so the next plan

you loved quidditch too, mainly because your brother was the captain for the gryffindor team

so the plan was for you to attend the slytherin v gryffindor match and

mark somewhat willingly agreed to have a friendly match so that hyuck could show off his skills

this was an awful plan

because it was raining the day of the match

so you and jisung huddled together for warmth, shivering as you watched the match

and hyuck couldnt feel worse, he felt like you were now going to be sick because of him

damn, you really couldnt catch a break

the groan of pure frustration yuta let out was amusing at least

he was just as invested in this as haechan at this point

like he was germinating a seed??? he was fathering this relationship

so with another L, haechan felt super super bad

and this baby cooked for you

he got his best friend jaemin to teach him how to make chicken soup

because you were actually not a herbivore

(thats the category i put vegans and vegetarians in)

omnivore tings

so he carried his little pot of soup, his fingers kind of burning as it was piping hot

he legit walked right past a suffering jisung in the slytherin dorm, the pot of soup still in hand not even sparing a thought about taking pity on the poor kid and giving him some

so he walked to your dorm, being let in by mark who was being big bro™️ and looking after your sick ass

you looked dead

pale skin, eyes closed, lips tinted blue, your body was shivering but you felt fucking boiling

peak peak times

but haechan still thought you looked gorgeous

mark vacated the dorms, leaving to his lessons so hyuck could look after you

this wasnt a plan ?? but hyuck rolled with it

setting his lil pot down he sat in a seat next to you, staring at your asleep awake form with closed eyes

his eyes held so much love and adoration for you, you really are lucky

he took off his robe, just sitting there in his shirt, trousers and green tie and watching you sleep

you were actually awake, just vibing and breathing to stay alive

and he had a lot on his chest

"i know ive been a massive prick to you and im really sorry. i know you’re asleep right now but im too much of a coward to say this to your face. i really only just wanted your attention because i seem to have feelings for you and i am sincerely sorry for going about it the wrong way"

your ears were {}

wide open

boy were you listening and taking this all in

oh shit

realizashun xx

so you fluttered your eyes open gently, watching his face morph into an expression of pure terror from his previous one of literal love

*whipping noise*

"youre awake!" he squeaked out, eyes darting around the room to look at anything but you

which you couldnt help but smile at

shifting to the side in your bed slightly, you lifted the covers, lazily patting the now open space

"c’mere"

your voice was kind of croaky and hoarse

that made hyuck feel guilty

baby it wasn’t your fault

but he complied, kicking off his leather school shoes and sliding besides you, staying as far away from you as possible

not to offend you, his heart was just going a million miles a second and there was no way you wouldn’t be able to hear it

this boy was like blushy sausage face part 2

arrogant hyuck has left the chat

you pouted seeing him shuffle away from you, shuffling to move yourself closer instead

power move, he either had to cuddle with you or fall off the bed

"can we just forget what i said earlier?"

that made you frown

the fuck?

hell no

"hyuck wait-"

"no dont bring it up its embarrassing"

whiny baby is back

"hyuck i-"

"nope nope nope nope"

"LET ME SPEAK FOR FUCKS SAKE"

he had no choice but to listen

your voice sounded strained already and he didnt want to make you feel worse

"i have feelings for you too you big baby"

double take

you what now?

haechans mouth just kinda froze open

so you shut his jaw gently

cant let him get jaw ache

"wait what?"

his soul has returned

he felt elated, completely happy, dare i say like he was high on a drug and said drug was not THC it was your TLC (LMAO GET IT IM PROUD OF THAT)

and so thats how mark returned to your dorm room to see you and hyuck cuddled in your bed, your head laying on his chest as his chin rested on your head, nuzzling into your hair (which was still half seafoam green might i add)

hyuck wasnt awake to celebrate, so yumark had their own small celebration, counting this as their success

you only found out he had put the flowers on your bed about two months after you started dating

a month after that you read the letter he gave you

#nct #nct dream #mark #mark lee #jisung #jisung park #nct hogwarts au #no eun this time 😔#fucking finally this one took longer than an hour to write #haechan #donghyuck #hyuck #gryffindor reader

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playitaagain · 4 years

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unexpected || Mayward

Request: Omg i kept thinking about ur kook!jj and pogue!pope and him fumbling around and trying to impress pope and for the first time in his life is awkward and cant impress this guy but he also doesnt knw why he likes him sm and being flustered when pope touches him when they become good friends AGHHHH I CANT STOP THINKING ABT JJ FALLING IN LOVE WITH POPE AT FIRST SIGHT AGHH SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE IT NOW PLS

Warning: underage drinking, JJ being awkward, probably grammar errors

Author’s Note: kook!JJ anon! Are you the same one as before? I see you. I honestly struggled a bit with this. I like the first part, but not really the second. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

JJ becomes friends with Kie after the other has her falling out with Sarah. They’re basically the only two in the school with no friends, often referred to as the loners of the class, but JJ thinks that might be what draws them to each other. Kie had been the one to approach first, smile bright and long hair cascading over her shoulder. JJ has never been known to let a girl slip away, but as she greets him, he knows he has to let this one go. There’s something more here, something JJ knows will be better than a one night stand.

That’s how JJ finds himself at the boneyard, arm linked with Kie’s. She smiles at him, warm and welcoming and JJ frowns. He’s pretty well known for going to boneyard parties, but it usually involved him going solo and leaving with one or two people on his arms. This was different though. Kie was taking him to meet her pogue friends, already vouched for him so he felt like he couldn't back out.

“They’re going to love you!” Kie reassures and JJ rolls his eyes at the other. She’s been saying that for days now, since she decided to plan this little party with them in order to introduce her two worlds. JJ isn’t too sure, knows the rivalry between kooks and pogues goes deep, but Kie smiles at him and he knows he can’t say no to his friend. “I’m so excited! It was getting tiring of splitting my time between you guys.”

“You’re talking like they’ll instantly accept me,” JJ comments, eyes glancing around. He doesn’t really know what he’s looking for, but Kie said they’d be around the keg. He does spot two guys hanging around handing out drinks and he notices one waving over to them.

JJ’s breath catches in his throat.

The guy’s smile is lighting up his whole face, cheeks a little pink from alcohol as he waves. JJ can see him laughing at something, hanging off his friends shoulder as another touron comes up to the keg to fill their newly empty cup.

JJ doesn’t think he’s seen anyone so beautiful.

“Pope! John B!” Kie’s voice pulls him out of his trance as she nearly drags him over to the two boys. Apparently, he had been a little more entranced than he thought because he ends up tripping over one of the dead branches, nearly taking Kie with him as he stumbles forward. “JJ! Oh my gosh, are you okay?” JJ can’t help the blush that dusts his cheeks as he shifts into a sitting position with Kie’s help.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he mutters, brushing the sand from his knees and he pushing himself up again. Luckily, most of the party is pretty drunk so not many people noticed his fall, but JJ can feel eyes on him, meets a pair of brown ones with his own, a nervous smile pulling up his lips as he lets Kie lead him the rest of the way to the group.

“Well, anyway, this is John B and Pope. Guys, this is JJ,” she introduces, not bothering to mediate any further as she goes to grab a beer for herself. JJ hadn’t really expected her to disappear, but he looks over for some help only moments later and she’s gone, lost in the crowd.

“Beer?” Pope asks, breaking the awkward tension between the three of them. JJ nods in answer, trying to find the right words, but Pope is looking at him with this kind smile, one he isn’t used to, and JJ is never at a loss for words. This is all new to him. He’s never had to work when he wanted to pick someone up. It usually comes naturally.

JJ takes the cup, not wasting any time as he chugs the liquid, hoping that it will ease him up a bit. It doesn’t though and JJ shifts awkwardly, trying to figure out what the hell to say as the three of them stand in a circle, all of them waiting for Kie to return.

“Did you know you can be declared dead in some states, but not others?”

JJ furrows his brows at Pope before glancing at John B, who is sighing in annoyance. “Not dead bodies again,” he mutters, walking away without another word.

The other continues before JJ can even process this, spewing facts about dead bodies left and right. JJ doesn’t know why, but he finds it endearing. The other is clearly passionate about the subject and JJ just likes watching the excitement flash across Pope’s face when he realizes that JJ is still sitting there listening to him.

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After the initial introduction, JJ fit right in with the pogues. It was easy to get along with people who didn’t expect everything of you. It was refreshing really. The guys were pretty welcoming, but JJ was still trying to get used to having friends.

The hardest thing about this whole friendship thing was the touching.

JJ doesn’t do touching. He doesn’t mind when Kie slips her arm into his or he rests his arm over her shoulder. He doesn’t mind when John B goes in for a high five. He doesn’t mind when Pope reaches out for their little hand shake.

It’s the sudden movements that get him. It’s when Kie goes in for a hug, sudden and happy. It’s when John B slaps him on the shoulder, good natured and friendly. It’s when Pope leans closer to him, hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t know if the group notices the way he stiffens at the touches. If they do, he’s thankful they don’t mention anything.

It’s different with Pope though.

The other is always so gentle when he reaches forward, deliberate and kind in a way to make sure JJ knew he would never hurt him. It didn’t change the fact that JJ would tense under Pope’s touch, but it was for a completely different reason when it came to Pope.

Other than that, It was easy to be around the other. JJ couldn’t help the way his cheeks would heat up when the other directed a comment at him or when Pope would get excited about one of JJ’s plans. He was pretty sure it was starting to get obvious at this point. Kie had even made an off handed comment about it one day, but it seemed like the only one who didn’t see it was Pope. And JJ didn’t know what to do about it. He hasn’t really liked anyone before. He’s always been a one night stand kind of person.

“Just go for it,” Kie says one day, knowing smile on her lips as she heads for the road.

“Go for what?”

JJ’s eyes widen in shock as he turns around to find a curious pair of brown eyes watching him. Kie one hundred percent did that on purpose. She knew he was behind them.

JJ opens his mouth, trying to form the words, only to snap his mouth shut again. He catches disappointment flash across Pope’s face, frown settling on his lips. JJ hates that he put that look on Pope’s face, wants that bright smile he loves so much.

Well, he might as well just go for it.

JJ steps forward, tentative at first as he watches Pope’s eyes widen in shock. The shock doesn’t last long though as JJ glances down at Pope’s lips, asking for permission. But Pope doesn’t wait, uses that glance as his permission and simply steps forward to connect their lips.

JJ has to admit that he’s pretty happy Kie introduced him to her friends.

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arthurflecksgirl · 4 years

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Therapy / Arthus POV

I`m at Doctor Kane`s again and the concrete walls are closing in on me. There is concrete everywhere and I can feel it. Not only the four walls of this room that remind me of another room but I`m not sure how`s that possible or which room it reminds me of. Its just the window and the lamps. And how tight it gets in here. How small. How small I get. Its also the walls outside. Every wall of every one of those skyscrapers. They`re replacing better things. I guess every single place on which a fucking skyscraper stands upon, there was something beautiful in the past. Maybe a tree or something that represents life and being alive. But those things? They`re dead. And the people inside of them are dead inside because they are feeling the walls closing in on them,too. I can feel the concrete filling their once soft hearts. I can taste the concrete while smoking my cigarette. It`s heavy and its building its walls around me until I compleately dissappear behind them. No one takes a look behind the wall or tries to walk around them. People will think the concrete has always been there. They have forgotten about the trees long ago.

So I´m sitting there between more walls and stairs and elevators that bring you nowhere but here to this room which is filled with piled up files of forgotten patients. There is a poster hanging on another wall. Saying "Its normal to feel trapped". And I wonder how much of this can be coincidence? The walls are talking to me now. They know what I`ve been thinking. Or maybe they even start to recognize me. They have seen so many. And they remember me. Like the guy on the radio, mentioning my name. Maybe things starting to make sense for once. Would be a nice change.

I laugh to myself.

Thoughts are a funny thing even if they aren`t funny. Everything has a funny side to it if you look at it long enough. Thats one of the reasons why I am a comedian.Its so close and true to what you call real life. And I need things to be real sometimes. I need a connection to what is there and there is a joke everywhere you look at. Most are black humor without a doubt. But the joke is still doing it`s job.

"I`ve heard this song on the radio the other day and the guy was singing that his name is Carnival..."

I just have to tell her. I cannot not tell her this. This might be one of the things that will make her listen and think about it. There must be something that changes the look on her face. Something that interrups the boredom and the cruel emptyness of her eyes. Maybe she is the one who isnt really there. Maybe thats why she is barely talking and not noticing things. She`s simply not there. Because if she was, there must be some kind of reaction, right? An acutual emotion, a response. Anything. But there isnt. She`s just an empty shell, nothing means anything to her. Because she might not be real. But I am and I will proof it to her now. She an`t ignore this. If she is real she just can`t ignore this.

"Arthur...." she interrups my talking. Usually I appriciate people calling me by my actual name. Its personal but people barely call me Arthur. I`m Happy and Carnival or not even being called a name. Sometimes at work, yeah but it never sounds like it should. I imagin how my name would sound like if someone who truly loves me would say it. Arthur. With a lovely softness to it. Arthur. A breath bretween kisses.

I hate the way Dr Kane said it. Just the sound of it was asking me to stop explaining to her. And she doesnt even know what I am about to tell her. So I just keep talking, hoping she will react once I finished my sentence.

"...which is crazy. Because that`s my clown name at work." A subtile point into her direction with my hand thats holding the cig. I`m trying to concentrate to explain it to her the best way I can. This is an important moment to me. Hearing that song playing was a sign. There was more to it and I know it. And I want her to know. I want everyone to know.

"And until a little while ago it was like nobody ever saw me...."

Like she doesnt right now. She is sitting right there in front of me and I ask myself which one of us is the non existing part of this room. It has to be one of us. I always thought it was me but turns out I was wrong.

"Even I didnt know if I really existed..." I close my eyes to take a look on the inside and quietly laugh to myself.

I said it. I know I handed her my journal so many times and I was writing about that a lot but she never stopped at those pages. I dont think she is aware of how I felt all my life. They send you here to talk about your feelings, telling you you will feel better afterwards but it really is just talking to myself . And I can do that at home as well. But I want to come here. I actually want to. Because there is this pathetic hope that some day I will tell her something and she will show a reaction or ask me a question that is challenging me. Or she is listening to me answering. I still come here to see if there will be a day that is different from all the others. And - of course- to get my meds.

So now that i told her that I was questioning my very own existence ....what is she about to do? Send me back to Arkham again? Giving me more meds? More hours of talking to myself?

Poeple keep ignoring you and then you are the one who is crazy for being ignored.

"Arthur I`have some bad news for you."

There again. My name. With an even worse tone to it.Bad news huh? Seems like today will not be the day something`s different. She`s not even looking at me now. her eyes are unfocused. Maybe she is thinking of another poster she could hang up. Like the one against drugs. But I have to come here to get my drugs. Like I said. There are jokes everywhere. Even on a concrete wall.

Bad news. So what could it be? I`m crazy. Maybe bad but old news. Wayne is going to be Major. Maybe bad, maybe not. What do I know? But I´m aware of it. Mum tells me ten times a day. What else could it be? I`m not funny. Real bad. The radio isnt playing any music from now on. Real bad. I`m no one I`m no one I`m no one. Fucking bad.

I look at her. Right in the eyes. She doesnt like that. But if she doesnt do it I will.. Existing or not.

"You dont listen, do you?" I ask her. And her head is moving but her eyes are still empty. Maybe thats all I get as a reaction.

"I dont think you ever really hear me" I add. I talk slow and quiet. To make my self clear.

"You just ask the same questions every week. How`s your job? Are you having any negative thoughts?"

Why is she asking me to keep up with my journal if she isnt reading it anyway? Maybe she just wants to check if I added some more interesting cut outs of porn magazines.

How`s work? I can tell you how work is. Done. Its fucking done because they fired me. But I won`t tell you. And I won`t tell mum. I will find a way to get some money and you`ll never find out how because you`re never watching me.

“ All I have are negative thoughts”

Some thoughts are funny but that doesnt mean they aren`t negative. Black humor, remember? Black as the heart of Gotham city. Black as the blacked out pages of my torn diary. Black as the creatures of my nightmares, black as their claws around my neck and the ropes around my tiney wrists. Black as nights made of insomnia and pain.

Black, black, black and I get lost in it. Me, the light. getting lost in the dark. I need love to illuminate me.

"....but you won`t listen anyway. I said for my whole life I don`t know if I even existed. But I do. And people are starting to notice".

She takes a breath. Like she is about to answer. Maybe I finally suceeded. She can`t ignore this, right? I never pointed out before how ignorant she is. I dont hate her. I just wish she would notice how much of a let down it is to come here, hoping to get some help, to have someone to talk to, but all you`ve got is someone who makes you feel even more irrelevant. Maybe she isnt even aware of the pain she is causing. I bet she isnt. She doesnt even know herself. Maybe we have something in common. Drained and worn out by this town, by people, by the world. Life.

Finally she says something.

"They cut our funding. We`re closing down our offices next week."

I exhale the smoke. And with the smoke another fragement of hope is leaving my body.

"This city has cut funding across the board, social services is part of that."

I hear her words and try to understand what that means for me. What the consequences will be. My mind is racing while my face is resting as she says this is the last time we`ll be meeting.

An "Okay" is all that escapes my lips. I try not to show what is going on on the inside. But maybe I should, Maybe I should just get up and rip those fucking posters off the walls. The one with the cage is first.

Cages. Bars. Creaures with cages around their heads. I`m that creature. Trapped inside of my own mind. And I can`t get out. I can`t get out. I need to talk to someone. I need someone to listen. I need someone to look at my drawings and ask me why that guy`s head is a fucking cage?! But she just turns the pages. She turns them like my thoughts are nothing. Like I am nothing.

Now she finally looks at me. her eyes found their focus. "They don`t give a shit about people like you, Arthur."

Thats the sentence she looked at me for? Wow. I smirk. Its the only thing I can do for now. The only reaction to being told what you always knew. People dont give a shit about people like you, Arthur. She really used my name to tell me this. This is personal. I came here for being suicial. And she tells me people dont give a shit about me. I`m sure I can work on a joke based on that. Based on how much it hurts.

I nodd. Not looking at her anymore. I let that sink in. The sharpness and rawness of the pain. I let it sink inside of my body and let it spread. Am I having any negative thoughts?

"Fuck!" I whisper to myself, taking the last drag of my cig before I put it into the ashtray. "How?...." my voice cracks. This is a bad surprise. even to me. I`m always prepared for the worst but this really gets to me. I dont even know why. The meetings are not satisfying at all and the meds dont seem to do anything. But I`m doing something! I come here to do something. Trying to get better. Trying not to give up compleately. Trying to get the help I need, even if I dont get it. I fucking try. So let me try! Don`t take the chance away from me to try. What will happen to me if I dont take my meds anymore? I cant even remember a time without them. Will I go through a withdrawal? Or worse? Seven meds. Things are not looking very good.

"How am I supposed to get my medication now?" I swallow hard before I decide to look her in the eyes again "Who do I talk to?"

I know it was more self talk than anything else but deep inside of me there was this hope that some part of her was listening. I know that now. I was still hoping.

And I am hoping now.

For her to tell me some last words to make me feel better. To let me know that hoping was the right thing to do.

"I`m sorry, Arthur"

I lose it.

I lose it all.

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ace-attorney-shitpost · 5 years

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Do you guys ever think about Phoenix and Edgeworth? They're relationship? But like, how'd they'll be when they date? The more intact with their emotions dating someone who is emotionally constipated and sees the world as it is?

Edgeworth seeing the world simply as it is. Cold, cruel, death happens, murder happens, jealousy happens. There's some beauty, some good but that's so rare that once he finds it he doesn't want to let it go. Explains why he's such a fan of the Steel Samurai. It brings him joy and happiness.

He doesn't want to get close to anyone either. It only brings pain. His father was murdered, his adopted father who emotional abused him framed him for murder, and his sister is so unbelievable jealous that it's nothing but venom coming out of her mouth at him (until later in the games). He doesn't try to get close to anyone but it doesnt stop him from being a decent human to those he comes across. Now, don't get me wrong, he does bond with others. I'm just saying he usually keeps himself at a distance from most.

But one day he remeets Phoenix and his world gets turned upside down. When they start dating some time later he learns more and more about Phoenix. The way Phoenix views the world, the way he applies values to everything in life, just everything. It intrigues him.

He loves to watch Phoenix doodle when they're spending time together too. Edgeworth gets fascinated on how Phoenix can apply things in real life onto paper. One of his favorite thing soon becomes when Phoenix draws him. They're usually rough sketches and "look at this doodle of you" but he loves them. He looks so SO BEAUTIFUL on that paper. The way Phoenix sees him makes his heart soar.

He also loves how Phoenix looks at him. Whenever Edgeworth would help him out the look Phoenix will give always gives off butterflies. All he does is say the calculation to a problem immidently after Phoenix says it outloud, but that's enough to get a look of wonder. He will finish sentences Phoenix has trouble with and recieves a look of... of pure love, and other raw emotions that's so hard to explain.

Before long Edgeworth sees this plant and doesn't think nothing of it. He begins to smile and softly tell the plant how beautiful it is. People catch him looking at the clouds or taking pictures of an object before sending it to someone with a grin. People see him honestly stopping and staring at flowers. People see him sympathizing with the possible guilty person and working to find the truth. People can physically see the coldness that acted as a shield melting away.

I just, I can't help but thing about this from time to time.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth

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donttellthemangosiwashere · 5 years

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Sanders Sides RPG AU

Ok so hear me out

new au, Dungeons and Dragons / Savage Worlds / generalized RPG, work in progress, definitely gonna draw for it so dont worry about that

hoping to make it into an ask blog if there’s interest, or if there isnt, because I still like it lol

definitely a lot still mold-able here, if you have some ideas or additions or head cannons to add, please pile them on! :D

LOGAN - (moon elf) Half-elf, Lore Bard (wizard was too obvious) - inspires through teaching moments, inspirational speaking, encouragement, and maybe a rap or poem on a special day - despises the stereotype that all bards sing and dance - raised by the elven parent, this + longer lifespan = detachment from emotion - Wisdom and Intelligence high, Charisma and Strength mid, Dexterity and Constitution low - Lawful Neutral (doesn't bother himself much with arbitrary rules of morality but definitely isn't evil) - Weaknesses: bad at emotions, tends to over-speak, short fuse

PATTON - Stout Halfling, Open Hand Monk - loves good food and companionship - focus on the wellness of the body and purity of the heart and soul - calls himself a ‘way of the open arms’ monk (hugs!) - Dexterity and Wisdom high, Charisma and Constitution mid, Intelligence and Strength low - Lawful Good (lying bad, stealing bad, killing bad) - Weaknesses: a bit judge-y and strict(practically raised by a bunch of old monks and a therapist, he cant help it), quick to trust, fear of spiders

ROMAN - Protector Aasimar, Oath of the Crown Paladin (bard was too obvious) - son of Sune, goddess of beauty and passion and the color red, who really just lets him do his own thing cause she's about as close to 'drunk/cool mom but to the point of negligence' that you can get while still being loved by ur son - so, stick with me here, paladins get their powers from their belief in what they swore their oath to, right? - ideas are EITHER boy is a prince literally/emotionally and swore an oath to himself like a g OR he swore an oath to his king, thomas - either is wholesome and good - Charisma and Strength high, Dexterity and Wisdom mid, Constitution and Intelligence low - Chaotic Good (will break the rules to do what he knows is right, happens to do so frequently) - Weaknesses: super-inflated ego, insecurity issues, v strong but not actually very hardy

VIRGIL - Drow, Wild Magic Sorcerer - during an event he doesn't remember well, while travelling with his old party, they came across Some Shit® that sorta fucked them all up - he went into the experience without magic and came out of it with magic he couldn't control and some pretty bad nerves about some impending doom something something he doesnt remember - left his old party cause he didn't want to hurt them, found three new guys after a while - Strength and Constitution high, Intelligence and Dexterity mid, Wisdom and Charisma low - Lawful Neutral (follows his own code of rules, not necessarily the laws of the land) - Weaknesses: has some trust issues, Some Shit®-related/induced nightmares keeping him from sleeping good, can't control his powers and lost confidence in his previous skills (range-based fighter)

DECEIT - Yuan-ti Pureblood (I mean, clearly), Warlock (either great old one or demonic, still deciding on that) - one one of them who remembers the Some Shit®, came out of it with a deal, knowledge he can't safely share, and some new powers - seems to want the best for everyone, but harbors so many secrets... can he be trusted? - Charisma and Intelligence high, Dexterity and Wisdom mid, Strength and Constitution low - True Neutral (driven purely by self preservation and personal goals, not 'good' but def not evil) - Weaknesses: compulsive liar, short patience, the awareness of impending doom

REMUS - Fallen Aasimar, Wild Soul Barbarian - son of Sune, goddess of beauty and passion, brother of Roman. Mom hardly talks to either of them if at all, but they're pretty sure Roman is the favorite. Remus doesn't appreciate that her views of beauty are so restricted to traditionally attractive things, and started wearing green as part of a rebellious phase, but it really stuck when he started hanging around faries and they seemed to like it so much. (his mom is mega petty and condemmed him as fallen when he said red wasn't his favorite color. this is not a joke) - spent a lot of time planehopping to the nearby feywild, underdark, and shadowfell, met some strange people, and adpoted some strange tendencies and beliefs - Met virgil first, then they found deciet, becoming The Boys® - also saw the Some Shit®, doesnt remember it, but pretty sure that's because it just wasn't very interesting compared to a usual Saturday - Constitution and Strength high, Dexterity and Wisdom mid, Charisma and Intelligence low - Chaotic Chaotic (he cannot be defined with a moral tag and you know he can't) - Weaknesses: unpredictable to the extreme, some inadequacy issues, maybe crazy a little bit This is a fantasy world with several of Thomas and Friends and various skit characters inside, as follows: (I only have thomas joan and talyn rn, no idea for terrence and valerie and camden and the others yet... any ideas lol)(i hope i'm spelling everyone's names right)

REMY - Half-Elf, Inquisitive Rogue - Logan's older brother, formerly a spy for the kingdom they live in, actually very high level but prefers to sleep and otherwise do absolutely nothing - obscenely good at reading people, which Logan desperately envies - hangs around picani a lot, used to go to him for therapy (wouldnt tell logan what about) but now they're just good bros - Charisma and Dexterity high, Constitution Dexterity and Wisdom mid, Strength low (higher levels, less lows) - True Neutral - Weaknesses: debilitatingly lazy, blunt, Curious with a capital C

EMILE PICANI - Lightfoot Halfling, Circle of Dreams Druid - uses his abilities to read and sooth people really well and works as a therapist - sweet boy and housemate to patton, known each other since patton was a child - also pretty high level but doesnt really use it - Charisma and Wisdom high, Dexterity Constitution and Intellegence mid, Strength low - Lawful Good - Weaknesses: first language is refrences, refuses to display negative emotions (more of a 'i will philosophy and cartoon my way out of my sad asap' than an emotion-bottler, but don't put it past him) THOMAS

- Human, Glamour Bard (pretty 👏 boy 👏) - inspires through singing, dancing, performing, encouragement, speeches, literally breathing - Charisma and Intelligence high, Dexterity Strength and Wisdom mid, Constitution low - Lawful Good - Weaknesses: quick to trust and sympathize, puts others first (strengths AND weaknesses) - Lord of base town, with Joan and others as his Advisers

JOAN - Tiefling, Mastermind Rogue (sneaky spooky smart one, good with knowing about people without being necessarily good with people) - Thomas's primary adviser and master of secrets, Remy worked for them - looks scary, very pure. cuts cute little horn holes in their beanie for god's sake i mean come on - Wisdom and Dexterity high, Charisma Intelligence and Strength mid, Constitution low - Neutral Good - Weaknesses: You assume??? Joan can be bested??? Joan cannot be killed. Joan cannot be overcome

TALYN - Forest Gnome, Abjuration Wizard (protective spells) (cute small) - A prime adviser and Master of Knowledge (lore, history, scientific developments, etc) - favors defensive and ally-boosting spells - Logan's teacher; Logan respects and admires them very very much - Intelligence and Charisma high, Dexterity Constitution and Wisdom mid, Strength low - Neutral Good - Weaknesses: its Talyn, Talyn has no weaknesses. thoughts?? interest?? suggestions?? thank you for reading this long post lol

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders virgil #deciet sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides rpg au #sleep sanders #emile picani #joan and talyn #remus sanders #thomas sanders sides #sanders sides au #fantasy au

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sassysweetstories · 5 years

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where i belong

Request: “TW imagine the reader is Scott sister who is a wolf and a painter which helps her cope and vent and stuff and she wants her art work to haunt them and the reader has feelings for Theo which some how the pack found out about and stuff and the reader is misunderstood just as Theo is and understands him better then the pack and she's scared to death about losing him and Theo is the readers first love and stuff like that and the reader only wants her happiness w/ Theo and not be controlled so much by the others and things like that And one of the things is she doesnt ever regret loving Theo bcuz he was there for her when the pack tuned her out and stuff like that.”

Ship: Theo Raekan x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, yelling, fluff, cussing, etc.

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

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

Your P.O.V

The blood red paint dripped down the canvas. Not as thick as the liquid that ran under my own skin. I let it fall carelessly before tugging it back up towards the sky. Dark, thick black and grey clouds cascade on the backdrop, giving the audience an ominous feeling. At least that’s what I was going for. Whomever sees this painting; man, woman or child, could perceive the image entirely antithetically. To everyone else, it could seem malicious or even too dark for the normal eye. But for me, it was an escape from the nightmares that plagued my own head.

I’m so intertwined in my own world I almost don’t even notice the packs presence till one of them nudges my shoulder, half scarring me to death. “Jeez, (Y/n). That’s a little dark, don’t ya think?” Liam looks down at the painting with fright and disgust. It takes everything in me to not smack him outright. Scott doesn’t come to my aid, choosing to not say anything at all. Even though I shouldn’t, I still hope my older brother can support me on something, especially my painting abilities. Malia tears into it, without mercy.

“Why do you always draw things that are dark? It’s not like anyone died. I mean, jeez. It’s so depressing.” She shrugs, as if what she’s saying is the gospel truth and should enlighten me.

I sit up, back as sharp as a blade. I will not cave in and beg for validation. I won’t get on my knees for these people. Suddenly a new body makes its way into the art room and I wish he hadn’t. Theo Raekan looks at the group before his eyes fall on me. Stiles glares at him, clearly frustrated with his only thirty-second presence. He ignores him, more focused on me and the painting than the hungry eyes that want to tear us both apart. That seems to be another thing I have in common with the young boy.

He pulls up a chair and slides it next to mine, knee grazing my thigh and I glance down to hide the blush that’s made its way onto my cheeks. I don’t want to hear what he has to say. I don’t think I could bare the negative feedback. It pains me enough to listen to the people I thought once to be my friends. I could never hear it from him. Not from the boy I’ve fall hopelessly for. I close my eyes, awaiting for him to rip me apart the same way the others do. But when he opens his mouth, I hear something very different.

“It’s beautiful.”

His voice is so soft and gentle, I almost don’t recognize the tone to belong to him. The others gawk outright but he presses on, almost pouring salt into a wound all of them seem to bare.

“This painting is absolutely exquisite, (Y/n). Let me take a guess. These two are lovers-” Pointing to the grey people, outlined with red and yellow hues to show fire across their bodies. “But they’re being torn apart due to other people. They want to be together but they’re forced apart and broken down themselves until they’re no more.”

This time it is my turn to outright gawk at the young boy. And to think I couldn’t fall more in love with him. He understood the message I was trying to send. So much so, that I believed that at some point in his life, he felt it too. He smiles down at me, glancing back at the painting.

“I didn’t know you could paint so well.” I blush and can’t seem to hide it no matter how hard I try. He compliments me effortlessly despite the group of people glaring down at him with distaste. “I mean it. You’re smart, funny, gorgeous and a phenomenal artist. I would love for you to come by and paint something for me actually. Would you be interested? I promise I’ll pay.”

But before I could say anything, I’m forced out of my seat and pulled away. “Absolutely not.” Stiles says, completely fed up with Theo even though he’s done no harm. I rip his hand off my arm and push him away. “Get away from me.” Growling lowly before grabbing the painting and Theo’s hand. Though my heart beats a million miles a minute, I stop outside of the art entrance and hand him my number.

“Call me when you want me to come over. F-For the painting, I mean.”

He smiles and I try not to swoon.

“Of course, honey. How about tonight at seven? I’ll order your favorite pizza as thank you. I’ll be giving you money for the painting as well and you can’t say no.”

His joking authority sends chills across my skin and I nod, bidding him farewell. The next few nights I spend them with Theo, eating food and painting a description he showed me the first night I came over. As time passes, I notice things change between us. Slowly but surely, Theo opens up to me, and I to him. We have created a level of trust and respect for one another. So much so, that he chooses to sit with me most days at lunch, even walking me to class when his are on the opposite side of the school. I know I shouldn’t over think it, but I can’t help myself. Wishful thinking and all that.

I shove my books back into my locker, replacing them with new ones. But just when I do, a large hand shoves the door to a close. The pack glares down at me and suddenly I feel very small. “W-What?” Stiles is quick to provide an answer, as always.

“You can’t be around Theo. We don’t trust him. You need to end your little childish crush and stop before you get yourself hurt.”

Malia and Liam back him up, firing the final blow. “You’re so naive to think he’d want to be with you. He’s using you, (Y/n).”

The claim is outlandish and disgusting; plain and simple. Though this situation is nothing of the sorts. I look at the people who stand before me. A few days ago, I was looking but not seeing. And suddenly the world seemed oh so very clear. Without thinking, I laugh so hard I have to put my hands on my knees to keep myself afloat. They look at me with confused eyes as I collect myself before speaking with confidence.

“Theo is the only person who has ever given a damn about me. Don’t you dare stand in front of me and lie to my face. You are all selfish, bastards. He’s the only person who has ever cared for me, asked me how my day was, basic things and went farther than all of you combined. You’re all worthless and I choose him over any of you, any day.”

I don’t let them speak and walk to Theo’s side. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, smirking. “Damn, babe. That was brutal.”

I couldn’t help but smile, wickedly. “Well, I only treated them the way they treated me. I deserve better.” He nods in agreement and approval. “That’s my girl.” Theo peppers my cheeks and forehead kisses, fawning over one another. This was where I belonged.

(I hope you guys liked it! PLEASE COMMENT BELOW!!)

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drabblesanddreams · 5 years

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Black and White- Fyodor Dostoevsky

This turned out so much longer than i planned it to be sorry folks!! But this imagine i tried making it slightly diff than the imagines, i honestly wouldnt say its romantic tbh it also doesnt have as much fyodor as i planned for there to be sadly :(( but let me know what yall think!! also im on vacation again this time for a month so im so sorry yall if i cant post as much!!

word count: 2.5k

summary: The black and white of your world holds a whole new meaning when you meet him.

TW: Hints towards depression a lot, really depressing dialogue

The day before he came into your life everything was black and white. A perfect world encased in various shades of grey, shrouded in a two-tone hue of barrenness and desolation.

The light that poured into your world started off as a warmth seemingly brought forth by an angel. But slowly, before you could even realize it at the time, the warmth grew more and more intense the longer you spent time with him. It grew and grew until that once comforting warmth turned into a scalding sensation, burning your touch along with the pretty pictures of your life. It burned the new-found colours until you saw yourself left in the end with no picture at all, surrounded by the darkness that once upon a time was all you knew.

In the end, you horrifically realized that he was no angel at all.

He liked to claim that he was a god, but you didn’t believe his words even from your first meeting up until the last. You knew better than that, in the end, he was more so like Lucifer.

Once an angel indeed, you suppose so judging from not only his carefully crafted facade of a morally virtuous persona but also his physical features.

You remembered the first day he came into the music shop that you worked at, his angelic features drew and ensnared your attention almost immediately.

That particular day it was snowing lightly, the white flakes gently building on top of one another until the city was a buried underneath one of the worlds most beautiful creations.

Beautiful, untainted white snow with unique patterns pressed onto each flake. However, when mingled with the rest of its own kind, it was as ordinary as it could ever be to the naked eye. An average speck who will never stand apart from the rest of its kind and will instead be overshadowed by those who come after it.

Much like you.

Despite the gloomy thoughts, it didn’t make the snow any less cold.

“Shit,” you scowled as a gust of cold air blew into the store, taking with it a flurry of snowflakes, “Hurry up and shut the door behind you, Ann.”

The person in question was your friend and the sole reason you had this shitty job working as a cashier at the music store. Her family had hired you purely out pity when your parents died. You were at the tender age of 12 at the time.

You liked that word. Died. It was straight to the point, no bullshit and no cushioning of the hard blow it delivered. You remembered at the funeral how the many unrecognizable people who had attended came up to you, choking out apologies for your late parents.

Or how they passed away.

Or how they were deceased.

Died. Dead. Death. It didn’t matter, you liked the foreign comfort the words gave you. It meant that the world you spent so much time analyzing was the same as you made it out so sure to be. It meant that one day you too were going to “pass away” and your existence would then blend into the hundreds of thousands of those who lived and died before you.

And then, you’d be forgotten.

You never figured out why that morbid thought was so relieving to you.

Ann rolls her eyes, shaking you out of your stupor and back into the real world. She closes the door behind her but not before ruffling her hair free of snowflakes, this action allowing another draught of frigid air to enter.

“Okay miss grumpy, chillax ‘kay?” she teases and it's your turn to roll your (e/c) eyes as she slips off her coat, tossing it behind the cash register.

“Besides,” she continues as she takes a seat next to you behind the register, “Your shift is up in literally ten minutes so you can go home and sleep.”

You look at her from the corner of your eye as you rest your cheek in the palm of your hand. She has taken to sorting the receipts silently for a moment before she asks, “How long did you sleep for last night?”

You blink a couple of times before realizing the exhaustion must be painted so easily on your face. The purple eyebags decorating your face must not be a pretty sight. You can feel the weight of your own existence pulling you downwards, like all you want is to crawl under the covers and fall asleep to a mixture of winter and Chopin. Today has hit you particularly hard, but you don’t let her know that.

Inhaling through your nose, you sit up right before casually replying, “Seven hours give or take”

She beams at the easy lie as she nods approvingly, “Making progress, good.”

All you do is shrug, its been a slow day all you want to do it go back home. There have barely been any customers and the shop is completely empty at the moment save for the both of you.

‘Anyways,” her tone changes to one full of pep, “Can I tell you about my tinder date? I’m gonna tell you about my tinder date” she doesn’t wait for your approval.

You snort, standing up as you make your way over to the hanging instruments opposite on the wall. You intend to straighten them up again for the millionth time, the slightest crook getting on your nerves.

She takes this action as a sign to go on, “So, I swiped on this guy na-“

She is cut off by the soft chime of bells filling the small store indicating a customer has entered.

Before even moving, you feel the cold air gently sweep across your exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

You turn your head to the door, your hand pausing on its readjustment of the violin hanging on the wall.

A tall slim young man, maybe somewhere aged in the mid 20s has entered, his seemingly delicate pale hand pressed against the window of the door. His shoulder length black hair falls softly onto his shoulders, ensnared underneath a ushanka as white as the snow that has entered the store. The white snowflakes stand out against his long black coat.

He searches around the shop for a moment before his eyes catch onto yours. That’s when the air leaves your lungs and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

Never in your life had you ever met a man so…so…beautiful.

Beautiful was an understatement, he was simply breathtaking.

The most striking thing about his visage, however, were his eyes.

Purple eyes. Never in your life had you ever met anyone with that particular eye colour. But it was more than that, it was the sharp look in them as well.

You felt yourself tense up at your eye contact, something about this man was unsettling you quite so. You can barely breathe, your body shrinking back into itself as all you wanted to do was run and run. You wish you had an ability that enabled you to do so.

His eyes flickered downwards before they moved upwards to catch your eyes once more and it was then that you felt so exposed. Like an insect underneath a microscope, completely visible and naked.

Compared with his striking features, you no longer felt human standing next to this man.

Suddenly, someone clears their throat, effectively breaking the silent game of observation occurring between you and this stranger.

You turn your head to the source, Ann, who raises an eyebrow at your impolite and reclusive behavior. Even more reclusive than usual.

She turns her head to the customer, interest taking over her features as she too realizes just how otherworldly this man is.

She wears a charming smile, “Hello sir, can I help you with anything today?”

“Good day,” the stranger says, the words rolling off his tongue in a seductive Russian drawl and you feel yourself heat up. You turn away, busying yourself with straightening the instruments once more.

Ann’s got this; you’ll just ignore him.

“I was wondering, do you perchance sell cello’s here?” he asks smoothly. Your hands freeze on the cello you were adjusting and briefly wonder for a moment why he even asked when you know he clearly saw it behind you with that little stare off just a few moments ago.

Ann confirms that, yes, we do sell cello’s here.

And when she asks what particular one, he is looking for, she mistakenly points towards a Franz Sandner instead of an August Kohr.

You take the liberty of correcting her.

“Its actually this one,” you quietly point out her mistake and effectively drawing the stranger’s attention back towards you. Beside him, Ann glowers knowing that you have somehow ruined her plan of seducing the customer with talk of a cello.

You wish you didn’t because the fear that washes over you feels stronger than before.

“Okay well,” Ann glowers at you, “I’m pretty your shift is up, (Y/N).”

You falter at her statement before swallowing and nodding. You weren’t going to fight over something that wasn’t worth fighting over.

You’re glad at your friend’s dismissal, as it means that you can get away from that man’s burning gaze asap. You make quick work of gathering your belongings and making your way to the exit, to freedom.

All the while, your heart beats quick for an entirely different reason

Because for the first time you feel fear on behalf of your friend’s safety, as the distance between you and the pair grow larger and larger.

You’re were right to feel worried over the protection of your friend, because two weeks later under the same frigid weather, you are staring down her coffin.

It’s eerily similar to how her funeral likens to the one of your parents. If you shut your eyes really tightly and pretend for a moment that you are fourteen, it is exactly the same funeral.

Life goes on.

Except the biggest difference between this time is that this was no accident.

You’re good at observations, spending more of your life alone and isolated left you with the only thing to pass the time; watching people.

Putting two and two, you know now that this a murder caused by no one other than that man in the shop. You don’t know how but you know for sure that he possesses some sort of ability. After all, you don’t what sort of weapon could make that kind of wound in her head.

Currently, you’re the only one left in the graveyard. The sun is setting soon but you pay no mind to that fact and instead tilt your head upwards, watching the snow lightly fall around you and, on the coffin, -Ann’s coffin.

You hear the familiar sound of shoes treading on snow, but you don’t bother looking to see and instead focuses on the number of snowflakes covert he lid of the coffin.

“What a miserable affair,” a voice sighs, the smooth Russian accent unforgettable to you, “Wouldn’t you agree?”

You turn your head to see the devil himself, you should be vengeful and raging right now. A small part of you wants to jump at him, tearing his pretty face apart with your nails and to just watch the blood draw and spill. But as quick as that thought appeared, it disappears for at the moment you just don’t care.

You have nothing left. The logical part of you know that’s it will not bring her back; the only family you had left. You have nothing anymore.

But this time your anxiety is non-existent, you don’t feel afraid. In fact, you don’t feel much of anything at the moment.

From your apathy or the cold, you’re not quite so sure which. You close your mouth before opening it once more.

“It wasn’t sad,” you simply say, relishing in the slightest sign of surprise that registers on his handsome face. You look deeply into those purple hues of his, admiring for a moment before you continue, “It was boring.”

You turn your head back to the coffin and blankly blink at the slight buildup that you have missed.

“Boring,” he repeats, “Such is the debility of human existence, such things take the liberty of latching onto my heart from time to time”

You let his words sink for a moment.

“No, it doesn’t,” you softly deny, “Not to you” “May I perhaps ask why?”

You turn your head to him, the first sign of emotion crossing your visage as you stare hard, “Because you’re not human.”

You say this statement with so much confidence and let it ring in the air. The man takes this fact in before smirking, “Then what could I possibly be?”

You don’t hesitate to answer, “A devil.” If he is offended, he doesn’t show it and instead chuckles lightly, purple eyes dancing with joy. At what, you have no clue, but you feel yourself recoil at this.

“No little bird,” he smirks drops into a soft smile, “I think you will find that I am more of a god than anything.”

Your eyebrows furrow for a moment as you study him. He breaks your eye contact to look at the coffin in front of both of you. He then answers your unasked question.

“The sinful nature of humans demands to be cleansed.” He utters into the empty space, and you raise both brows in interest at this statement. You follow his gaze to the coffin before tracing it back to his eyes.

Sinful. How could a young girl commit a sin so grave she had to answer with it for her life? Who was this man to judge her for that?

“And what of my human nature?” you quietly ask. He turns back to you, “Oh but little bird,” corners of his mouth tilt upwards and his eyes flash as if he knows something you don’t. Your heart rate raises as you wait for him to finish his sentence.

“You’re not much of a human anymore, are you?”

Your mouth falls agape slightly and your blood turns into ice easily.

“In fact,” he continues, suddenly taking a step forward, reaching forward to caress your cheek, “You’re not much of anything anymore” he whispers.

His thumb presses slightly against your bottom lip and your eyes flicker downwards before meeting his again. Your mouth dries.

“Correct?” he asks venomlike.

You’re ensnared into his trap as you nod, but you barely register the movement.

“Good.” He steps back and his smile is back as he holds his hand out.

“Seeing as you no longer have a place in this world little bird,” he says calmly, “Come with me and let me seat you among the stars.”

You don’t hesitate in taking his hand, somewhere in the back of your head a part of you is screaming, saying you are walking into the exact same trap that your friend has walked into.

But you don’t care, because you are sick of seeing the white of the snow and the black of your soul.

If that means walking into the lion’s den of the man named Fyodor Dostoevsky, then so be it.

At least it’ll mean a small part of you will have meaning again.

#bsd #bsd imagine #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs imagine #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fyodor imagine #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor dostoevsky imagine #bsd fyodor imagine

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#1.

she doesn't flinch anymore when the fireworks go off, coloring the sky with reds and greens, purples and white lights. she looks at them with childish wonder, corners of her mouth tipped upwards in a faint smile. her heart hammers at each clap of the lights bursting alive in the sky. she can smell the spent powder that lingers in the air, falling towards the streets. rem's got to hand it to the boss, he knows how to throw new years parties; he always knows where to find her too, if she isn't in the crowd when the show begins. it was no different now, a flute of what use to hold champagne ( now held a drink that suspiciously looked like whiskey ) held by the top of the glass instead of the stem; she takes a half step back as one firework climbs towards the heavens and she nearly drops the drink when her back is flush against his chest.

" oh --! sorry boss.. i, uh, well ya know."

she grins, not even bothering to hide the fact that she was certainly buzzed and too enamored with the lights to really be paying attention. she's expecting him to be mad, to grip her wrist and make her drop the glass before dragging her back down to the party but he doesnt. he reaches for her glass, taking it properly by the stem before taking an experimental sip. his eyebrow lifts and he pins her with an almost accusatory look. rem just laughs a little when she nods to her own personal bottle she brought with her, resting against the chair she had commandeered as well. she knows better than to take his personal stash unless specifically ordered to.

" happy new year."

she hadn't had time to say it back before he does indeed grip her small wrist, tugging her forward on unsteady heels. she isn't used to walking in these things, but luckily rufus knows how to keep her standing. they're far enough away from the edge of the rooftop that they're hidden, she hears the glass shatter at her feet and the hand that once held it slid against her hips, bunching the fabric of the dress he bought her in his hold before his mouth seeks hers out. rem immediately finds his, slotting her lips against his as the clock struck midnight.

#2.

rain pelts against the windows, the sides of the hotel and for once, rem isn't hiding under the covers. she's watching how the sky lights up, how the clouds look so different in a storm, only their curves illuminated and how every other sound gets drowned out by the crackles of thunder that shake the earth. her hands tighten around the cup of coffee in her hands, taking a cautious sip before those red iris widen with excitement; she's counting how far away the storm is. she hears the door open and rem leans back a bit on the bed, staring into the little living room before offering him a wave; he doesn't look like a drowned rat so that was a good thing. she goes back to watching the storm, eyes narrowing when a particularly bright bolt brings the sky alive.

he pauses at the door frame, taking his watch off and setting it on the glass tabletop before hanging his coat up behind the door; he's unbuttoning his sleeves before rolling them up to his elbows before crossing the bedroom, taking the coffee cup from her grasp before placing a shushing kiss to her forehead when she starts to whine at him. his fingertips curl beneath her chin, lifting her face up before studying how the lightning seems to reflect in those odd colored eyes of hers; at the pulse of thunder, his lips brush against hers and her hammering heart drowns out the sound of the thunder.

#3.

her tongue slides against the barrel of her own gun, lips parting to wrap around the metal before glancing up at the president from beneath thick lashes. her pupils are narrow slits, her breathing controlled and the crimson from her iris is replaced with the brilliant mako blue. he loves watching her eyes. she keeps going on the gun, until the barrel hits the back of her throat and her eyebrow lifts in a challenge to the young shinra. to say she was off her rocker tonight would have been an understatement. he wasn't too far behind her. everything felt hypersensitive --- even the cold metal of her weapon seemed to be too much if he focused on it for too long. his teeth grit, swallowing thickly before he tips nyx a bit sharper in her mouth. there's a thin line of drool that falls from the corner of her mouth and rem gives a slow, needy whine. slowly, he pulls the gun from her mouth before his hand latches around her throat and pulls her towards him, not giving her a chance to catch her breath before he's devouring her whole.

#4.

her nose wrinkles in her sleep, her head moving to the side. she inhales slowly, pressing her cheek against the cold pillow before she feels his hands on her hips, drawing her closer. rem stiffens in his hold, immediately pulling herself back against his hold out of habit, teeth already bared before her eyes open. her hands are on his chest, nails almost dragging down his chest to bring blood as a defensive technique but he barks an order of her to stop before she goes completely limp in his hold. it was just the boss, no enemy--- no hojo to speak of. she gives a soft whisper of a swear before his hand slides up her side and towards her back, gripping her hair at the roots before pulling her to straddle his hips and hungrily took her soul, proving once more that he owns her. the whimper into his mouth is proof enough that indeed, she'd surrender every time.

#5.

he tasted like whatever fruity dessert he had at the restaurant. she wasn't paying attention to what he was ordering -- she was entranced by the ropes of hanging lights that made the outer patio so beautiful. she hardly ate, though she did swallow down about three glasses of white wine; rem declined the fourth glass. she knew better than to get sloppy on the job. a comfortable buzz, one that made her forget their past conversation about salvation. the walk back to the car was exhausting for her; shoulders aching from being tense and her eyes aching from straining against the bright neon lights that tried to lure people into their little markets or shoppes.

charlie's driving them back, the tinted window put up so he can't be nosey about which girl rufus happens to have in the back of the car and the sudden thought of some other female in the car makes her want to growl into his mouth. his hand slides against her neck, and she feels so small beneath him as he leans forward, his tongue swiping across her bottom lip and rem doesn't hesitate to let him lay claim to her mouth. all it took was one kiss from him to know that she was doomed for the rest of her life.

#6.

she feels sick. she's nothing like the turk she used to be. she's pale, she's bruised, she can barely stand on her feet. her lips are bruised, the scarring at her temples thick and sore to the touch. her fingertips touch at the burn marks beneath her collarbones and the sudden memory grips her so hard that she cries out in fear, thinking she was back in that damned concrete room, cuffs digging into her wrists and the pain of the electricity running through her. he called it ptsd, and rem didn't know what it meant other than the random memories gripping her, pulling her back and the absolute raw fear she felt.

rufus is there, half awake when he hears her cry out. it wasn't like the woman to fear anything. sure, water --- everyone knew about water, but she hardly let anything get to her. he remembered how he had pulled her from the cell, how light and gaunt she was -- a walking skeleton. he wasn't sure what triggered it tonight, but he grasped her hips gently, calling out to her calmly before pulling her close. he holds both of her wrists in one hand, the other framing her face in a supportive grip before he swallows her cries of fear -- he'd turn them into cries of pleasure if it took all night to have her feel safe again.

#7.

rem isn't a fan when they fight. it makes her blood feel heavy, like tar sludging through her veins and her heart hammers hard enough she's sure it'll break every single rib that protects it. she can't bite her tongue anymore, can't hold back and they're both in each others faces, spitting venom and shoving -- rufus hardly raises his hands out of anger but god damn it they've both had enough. they're both petty, they're both so stubborn and they had each hit each others pride and wounded it. the wall meets her back and she shoves off of the surface before surging forward. he counters, like so many times before and holds her slender neck in his hand, fingers tightening around her pulse point. he snarls in her ear, how she'll always be his, how no one will ever take her from him-- not even another experiment. that maybe, just maybe she should be put on a shelf and rem challenges him to be the one to do it, to put her on a shelf and never take her down again. they're both panting, lips barely an inch apart before he swears her name, devouring her anger.

#8.

rem is impatient when it comes to her needs. she isn't a soft lover -- she takes what she wants and only has her own pleasure in mind... unless your name was rufus shinra. because if your name was rufus shinra, she was on her knees every sunday morning, she was waking him up using the fact that she doesnt have a gag reflex to her advantage; if your name was rufus shinra, she would offer her throat up to that damned wolf every chance he commanded. he lets her think she has control sometimes, like now when he's staring up at her with a smirk on that perfect fucking mouth of his. it started off with light shoving and hair pulling -- play wrestling and throwing ice chips at one another before their hunger grew and grew and rem pinned him, her little hands sliding and lacing her fingers with his own. her mouth is hovering over his, her breath coming in quiet little pants, little noises of pleasure escaping when his leg slips between her own and lifts faintly, tipping her forward before teeth bite at her lower lip and his tongue reclaims dominance.

#9.

this kiss was different; she's always been so careful about how much emotion she lets out when they're alone. she's always careful to keep those feelings in check-- or rather, locked away and suppressed until it eats away at whatever tattered piece of soul is left. she doesn't have anything turned on in the hotel, not the tv, not the radio --- not even the coffee pot. she knows he's working, but after three straight hours of watching him watch his screen and his fingers never taking a break from dancing over the keyboard, rem pulls him from the desk and slides herself into his lap. he doesnt seem to fight her, almost welcoming her as a distraction from the thousands of emails that were bringing on a migraine. however, he wasn't lost on how this kiss felt different than the others. he breaks it for a moment, eyeing her carefully before she shakes her head, and sighs; just once, gods just once can he just listen to her. her forehead rests against his lips before she starts to get up and he hesitates before his hands tighten on her hips, keeping her in place. he's always told her as long as she doesnt say it... and well, the words never came out of her mouth. instead, her head lifts and she carefully frames his face with deceptively gentle hands. her fingers were peppered with barely-there, silvery scars and she avoids looking into the gray eyes of his before he lets her have control of the kiss, to which rem shyly presses her mouth against his own, offering up her very being to him.

#LOOOOOOOONG post.#because boss is a little shit #ivory-paragon

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mythiica · 5 years

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IkeSenNet OC Event (1)

IM LATE but its still today so im good

i made moodboards and i have more info for my children

for those of you who don’t know, i have 2 ocs in the ikesen universe: Asa and Jiwoo!

I know I’ve already introduced them both, but they have evolved since I’ve shared information about them! (I’ll leave up the old posts, but will remove them from my masterlist) ((minor tw for mention of self harm in asa’s bio))

Birth name: Ana Minodora Roşu*

Goes by: Asa Vermillion (roşu means red in Romanian)

Star sign: Virgo

Physical

Age (when blipped back): 23

Height: 5ft 5

Body shape: Endomorph (thICc, hour-glass)

Eye color: Hazel green (left), brown (right)

Skin tone: Pale child

Hair: Platinum blonde, wears loose (above her shoulders) or will tie back, has bangs

Scars: under lip from when she fell off of a swing, self harm scars on her chest and right arm

History

Asa (born Ana, changed upon moving to Japan) Vermillion was born in Romania in and emigrated to the States while she was a few months old. It was always hard for her to adjust as Asa was often excluded from groups. She had a lonely childhood and struggled with body image in middle school and high school. Her relationship with her parents is tight, and was verbally/emotionally abused until she left for college.

Despite leaving her self harm habits behind, Asa still had a hard time fitting in and finding her place. When she had the opportunity to travel to Japan, she jumped at the offer to see new things.

In Japan, Asa met Jiwoo and made friends at the laboratory she interned in – she fell in love with the country and her work there, so after college, she accepted an internship with the company.

Education: Completed college at Princeton, now working in Japan to further explore her love for chemical physics

Things that haunt her

~ Death/dying – is prone to overthinking about the world (string theory, subatomic particles, big bang, existence itself, etc) and results in panic attacks

~ Her ex-girlfriend – was in a bad state of mind when they got together and let herself get walked on. Only recently left the relationship and is worried that her ex will stalk her

~ Not being good enough – Asa is a people pleaser and will try to show off a bit to look good/appreciated. Simply a conditioned response to living with her parents, but is easily influenced by what other people think of her.

Things she’d never tell a soul

~ Continues to beat herself up mentally and only lets up after going to Sengoku (has other things to focus on)

~ Stole a toy from a girl in daycare one time and felt so guilty about it that she got the girl a new set

~ Likes to fantasize about being skinny / beautiful like a model

Personality

~ Outwardly shy to new people, easily trusting, opens up to friends and can be very bubbly, likes to make jokes, is easy to talk to, not good at comforting / would rather give advice, hates lying

~ Can be very stubborn, lingers on things more than she should, hates being wrong, puts off things / procrastinates

Likes and dislikes

Favourite colour: anything pastel

Favourite food: donuts, dumplings

Least favourite: brussel sprouts, raw fish, yogurt

Spicy food: No she is weak

Favourite smell: Citrus, cinnamon

Hopes for the future

Pre-Sengoku, Asa wants to accomplish something major – write a book or find a major discovery in the science field – anything that would solidify her name so that she is remembered. It is a silly thing, but she wants to be celebrated or to at least get back at her parents with her accomplishments.

Post-Sengoku, Asa still wants to write and discover more, but she also wants to have a family (husband(s) and children). She loves the idea of having good friends and family, but is shy to suggest it.

Relationships

Parents: Crina Vermillion (mother), Mihai Vermillion (father)

Siblings: None

Children: Etsuko Vermillion*, Ruxandra (Roxie) Tokugawa, Kokuro (Koku) Tokugawa, Luca Vermillion*

Current Partner(s): Kennyo, Ieyasu Tokugawa

Friends: Jiwoo Shin, Sonya Tsvetayeva ( @caitea-ward‘s oc), Kaida Gates ( @mexicancarolina‘s oc), Ieyasu, Shingen, Mitsunari

Pet: cat named Michi

Unrequited love: well it was ieyasu but then i made it a poly :)

Enemies: none (at the moment)

*Asa x Kennyo children take Asa’s last name

Birth name: Jiwoo Shin

Goes by: Jiwoo Shin

Meaning of name: jiwoo has a lot of meanings will/purpose + universe

Star sign: Gemeni

Physical

Age (when blipped back): 24

Height: 5ft 5

Body shape: Ectomorph (hourglass, skinny, doesnt have much assets-wise)

Eye color: Amber

Skin tone: In between pale and tan

Hair: long black hair, usually wears it down

Scars: one on her foot from stepping on coral as a child, (post Sengoku) is sliced across the collarbone

History

Jiwoo is born to a rich Korean family – basically think Crazy Rich Asians. She is thrown into the spotlight at a young age and her parents use her to gain public attention because she is a very cute toddler. Because of the age gap between her brothers and her, they pay little attention to Jiwoo. However, she receives a good education. Jiwoo starts to slip in high school though, and claims that she can do whatever she wants with her parents’ help.

They do not approve of her love for fashion, makeup, and filming, so they send her to Japan to try an internship (where she meets Asa. She also falls in love with the country and culture, drawing inspiration from the sights to influence what she wants to do with her life. Jiwoo decides to do fashion and modeling on the side and to pursue a hotel license.

Education: Completed highschool and is planning on returning to college

Things that haunt her

~ Her brothers’ girlfriends would comment rude things about her, hurting her image and making her question how she looks

~ Post Sengoku: teasing Sonya too much – she realizes that she is just as catty as the rest of her extended family and hates that

Things she’d never tell a soul

~ Isn’t a virgin anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

~ Secretly is jealous of Asa because of how smart she is. Jiwoo will never understand science or math the way Asa does

~ Splurges on clothes and has maxed out her cards before

Personality

~ Quite extroverted, likes to overshare (but has good intentions), will protect her friends fiercely, sexual innuendos queen

~ Is quick to judge people, can be catty, has the tendency to over-tease and upset people, might give unwanted advice

Likes and dislikes

Favourite colour: any shade of pink

Favourite food: alcoholic things

Least favourite: kale

Spicy food: YES

Favourite smell: Blossom

Hopes for the future

Pre-Sengoku, Jiwoo is still a bit unsure what she wants. She wishes to help her cousin in running a upscale hotel chain in Korea, but also wants to pursue fashion and film.

Post-Sengoku, ... well she comes back pregnant so.... She wants to raise her children right and give them the best life possible. Deep down, she’d do anything for them, even if it means sacrificing her own dreams.

Relationships

Parents: Mi-Cha Shin (mother), Jiae Vermillion (father)

Siblings: Jihyun Shin (32), Jinsol Shin (29)

Children: Jihwan Mori, Jihun Mori

Current Partner(s): Motonari Mori

Friends: Asa Vermillsion, Sonya Tsvetayeva ( @caitea-ward‘s oc), Kaida Gates ( @mexicancarolina‘s oc), Kenshin, Shingen, Mitsuhide

Pet: (gifted by Motonari) two drawf Japanese flying squirrels named Bomi and Hae

Unrequited love: Kenshin

Enemies: hopefully not you

*Jiwoo keeps her maiden name after marrying Motonari

#ikesen oc #ikesen #my ocs #event #im tired now okay goodnight

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1-800-yugyeom · 6 years

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could you write a blackpink female reader x rose smut in which rose is very dominant and jealous? thank you

ugh i love jealous doms anon why are you doing this to me i need to be studying.

listen i think we can all agree that rosé is BEAUTIFUL like her visuals are downright killer right and there’s not a thing that could make you want anybody but her

and she knows that. not only bc you’ve told her on several occasions, but also bc she knows how you look at her when you think she’s too preoccupied to notice ;)))))

and she also knows that you would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship and she trusts you 100%

but on the other hand.. she’s aware that you’re incredibly gorgeous as well, even more so in her opinion

and as much as she trusts you, she has a hard time trusting other ppl around you

bc at the end of the day you’re HER girl and she doesn’t want anyone to the idea in their head that you’ll ever ever be theirs

she tries her best to keep her jealousy at bay and to never take out her anger and frustration at other ppl on you

especially over something as trivial as a brief touch or a fleeting comment or a wink in your direction

but unfortunately sometimes there are occasions where the “harmless” flirting goes too far for rosé to just.. stand there and watch

she hates the feeling of jealousy. it washes over her in hot waves, making her stomach turn and acid form in the back of her throat in the shape of searing insults that are in no way tasteful, elegant, or roseanne-like.

and sometimes she can stand there and suppress her emotions, especially when you quickly brush the person off or very bluntly state something like “my girlfriend is sitting right there”

but sometimes you let things go too long for rosé’s liking, either out of obliviousness or just bc you’re too nice she’s not sure, but she doesn’t like it one bit

like when the two of you attend a party held by one of your close mutual friends on a random friday night

you’ve both been stressed from work all week so when rosé had managed to get out of the practice studio early enough

you decided to release your frustrations by drowning yourselves in alcohol and loud music.

you would have the rest of the weekend to cuddle and catch up on lost time that work took away from you, now was a chance to have some fun and let loose

except rosé couldn’t

not with the way she could see from afar, the woman standing next to you getting closer and closer with every passing second

this was the exact reason she had barely left your side the entire night. she just wanted to get the two of you some drinks to speed up the de-stressing process.

however it seemed like every time she left, someone took it as an open invitation to take her place

and she was tired of it.

tired but still very very angry

she felt the familiar tightness in her throat and burn behind her eyes as she watched the girl fiddle with the buttons on your red cardigan and check you out very openly

you had accepted a drink from her, you let her touch your arm

almost in a trance she continued to watch your interactions, unable to jump out of line and go to you or to run out of the house in angry tears

she watched the expressions on your face and found herself getting angrier and angrier, were you enjoying this? did you know she was watching and wanted her to suffer?

all the confidence she had in the fact that you only want her is crumbling fast and it’s being replaced by ugly doubt

meanwhile you’re trying ceaselessly to end the conversation with this very obviously drunk girl, which had started innocently enough

she had come up to you, saying that she could’ve sworn the two of you had met before and that she knew you

and instantly she looked vaguely familiar, until you realized that she was a past one night stand of yours from college

you immediately felt a cold pit open up in your stomach but despite this, you decided to play it safe and continued to be polite

even as hazy memories of a filled bar and a tiny dorm room resurfaced, instantly setting off warning bells in your head and making guilt brew in the pit of your stomach

you quickly came up with a half-true reply, “oh yeah, um, we took that psych class together a few semesters ago i think.”

from the look in her eyes.. she knew that you remembered more than just the class

“right! oh my god i can remember sticking pretty close to you because you did so well in that class,” she said, making sure to emphasize just how close you were by laying a hand on your arm.

from there she made the decision to move into more.. intimate territory

playing with the ends of your hair as she asks you if you came alone, what your plans were later tonight, if you could ditch them

all of which you answered honestly, not wanting her to think there was any gray area or possibly that you could recreate your night together

however she didn’t take the hint and rosie still wasn’t back yet

the girl had handed you a drink, which you now held but still hadn’t taken a drink of. it wasn’t the kind you liked.

not the kind you knew rosie was coming back with, you thought guiltily.

at the thought of rosie you began to scan the room to look for her coming back, not even noticing the other girl getting closer and closer to you

however she yanked your attention back when she took one of the buttons on your sweater between her fingers and complimented your fashion sense, all while she raked her eyes down your form fitting outfit

let’s just say you were thoroughly uncomfortable at this point

you choked out a quick “thanks” and took a few steps back, lifting up onto your tip-toes to look over the crowd for a familiar head of blonde hair

you feel the girl slide her hand down your stomach to your hip

which is when you spot the love of your life on the opposite end of room, standing by the drink table with steam coming out of her ears while she looks directly at you

your eyes meet and you can see it, the anger, the jealousy, the doubt

as much as you want to move forward, your feet stay rooted to your spot as you stare back at her with wide eyes

visibly furious, she stomped back over to where she had left you not even 5 minutes ago

if you wouldn’t let people know you were hers, then she would do it herself

and she wasn’t coming for you, no, she was walking straight towards the other girl

which is embarrassingly enough the first time you realized you were about to have a problem on your hands

throwing the other girl’s hand down and rushing to meet rosé halfway you grabbed both of her wrists, halting her movements

her skin was hot to the touch, face screwed up and cheeks red

she looked absolutely, terrifyingly beautiful

gently, you tried to coax her gaze from your admirer back to you, rubbing your thumb against her flushed cheek and guiding it towards you

“hey baby calm down okay? let’s just go home, will you please take me home?”

her eyes finally moved to your face and you watch her nostrils flare, her teeth grit together

and you realize she wasn’t just angry at the girl at the bar, she was angry at you too

the next thing you know her lips are being pressed roughly against yours in a searing kiss, no doubt intended to draw attention and show her possession over you

rosé doesn’t stop there however, pulling your body in flush against her and moving her hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing harshly

she kisses you with everything she has, showing you all the emotions flowing through her right now. it takes your breath away with how passionate it is, almost like she’s trying to prove something to you, something to everyone.

you pull away a minute later, unable to breathe from the intensity of the kiss. rosé is still staring at you with stormy eyes, just as angry as before but now you could tell with the way her pupils had dilated, also slightly turned on.

“hope that got the point across to your friend,” she said shortly before tugging you out the door and away from the party.

still pulling you by the arm, she makes a beeline straight for the car.

despite still being extremely angry, she still opens your car door for you, waiting patiently for you to climb in and then slamming it shut, making you wince.

she climbs into the driver’s side, quickly putting on her seatbelt and starting the car.

you look at her, reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear and taking a deep breath before opening your mouth.

“chae, i can explain-“

“i think you’ve done enough tonight,” she bit back, a displeased look still evident on her face.

luckily you see her cheeks started to cool down, her shoulders become more relaxed, and you know being inside the house was overwhelming her.

“i know you’re angry but we need to talk about this,” you try to say with a reassuring look, met with nothing but a frown and a cold glare.

“then talk,” she says.

sighing you take her hand back into your own, drawing little shapes on the back with your thumb while you think of what to say “she’s just someone i had a class with a long time ago”

“oh yeah because ex-classmates feel each other up and tug on each other’s clothes, right? you sure you didn’t know each other a little better than that?”

“okay, yeah?! so what?? we fucked. a long time ago, before i even knew you. but it’s not MY fucking fault that she didn’t get it the first OR second time i said i had a girlfriend and you were nowhere to be seen!”

you knew as soon as it came out of your mouth that would only make chae angrier. neither of you had ever mentioned past hookups or relationships for the other’s sanity. you knew it drove rosé crazy to hear you talk about anyone else.

but you had reached the end of your patience. you didn’t want to fight and the fact that chaeyoung wouldn’t listen when you told her the flirting was unsolicited only made you more desperate to get your point across.

“put on your seatbelt. now.” she said in a demanding tone.

“what the hell chaeyoung, i want to talk to you-“

“yeah well i’ve heard enough” she stated matter-of-factly.

“we’re going home baby, isn’t that what you wanted?” she said a moment later, tone more velvety and threatening.

this was the same voice she used when she told you beg, when she told you she was very displeased with your behavior and that you were to be punished now, when she told you to touch yourself for her-

the same voice she used when you were in for a long night.

the ride home was tense, the dominant aura coming off rosé in waves, letting you know that you didn’t stand a chance tonight and that excited you.

however you still felt the need to get everything solved before you got home, whether it was a good idea or not.

“rosie, please talk to me right now so i can figure out what you’re thinking,” you said softly, not wanting your voice to come off as a command. there would be nothing that she would hate more right now than feeling like she being given orders.

silence followed your request

you heard her suck in a deep breath, letting it back out shakily, and you feel the mood in the car shift

rosé pulls the car off onto the side of the road and just sits with her hands on the steering wheel before turning the key and everything goes painfully quiet until-

“you know what, who the fuck did that girl think she was.”

you jump in surprise at rosé’s sudden outburst, taken aback but still glad that she’s decided to open up her end of the conversation

“i don’t know, baby. i told her i came with you and that i wasn’t interested but she wouldn’t listen,” you explained calmly, desperate for her to understand that none of this happened bc of anything you did.

“you told her that?” she asks cautiously, almost like she can’t believe you tell people you’re taken, which was such a silly thought. you were so in love with her.

you nodded in response to her question.

“why wouldn’t i?”

you see rosé glance down at her hands, an unsure expression taking over her features.

“j-just.. you’re happy right? there’s nothing else anybody else could give you that would make you even consider-“

“absolutely not,” you say before she can finish her sentence. “and of course i’m happy, rosie. some random girl flirting with me at a party isn’t going to suddenly make me forget that.”

you watch her nod, still looking at her hands sitting in her lap, most likely gathering her thoughts.

slowly she looked up, locking eyes with you and staring at you hard, making you almost feel like she was staring past your eyes and straight into your soul.

“good. i’m not ever gonna let you forget how happy you are with me,” she said with the same dark tone from earlier, lips angling into a smirk, “starting now. go get in the backseat.”

your eyes widen comically, playing right into rosé’s desires. she wanted you to anticipate what was coming next.

“don’t make me repeat myself, babygirl,” she warned, rousing you enough to undo your seatbelt and open your door, complying with her orders in a way that you know will please her.

as you climb into the back, she continues to sit cooly in the front seat watching you through the mirror as you await her next orders

“strip down, baby. i want you completely naked when i come back there.”

with your cheek flushing, you slip your short red cardigan off your shoulders, placing it on the seat beside you.

you do the same with your back camisole and then kick off your sneakers, reaching down to undo the button and zipper on your skinny jeans. you do a very awkward shuffle out of them, almost having to rip them off with their combined tightness and the limited space you had to undress.

in your defense, you had imagined rosé taking them off you at the end of the night.

you catch rosé’s eyes in the mirror, the stupid smirk still on her lips and mirth dancing in her eyes, obviously amused by your struggle.

you pause when you reach your undergarments, starting to feel the oddness of being mostly naked and alone in the back while your girlfriend sat in the front, completely clothed.

“all the way. i’m not coming back until you’ve followed directions.”

wow, what an evil woman. how was this fair?

sighing, you swallow down your shame, unclasping your bra and throwing in into the front seat along with your panties a second later.

rosé picked up your underwear off the seat, inspecting how wet they undeniably had become from the minute she had kissed you back at the party.

“good girl. i can see you’re enjoying this, angel. do you want me to come back now and help you out?”

“yes please.” being polite has always gotten you far with rosé and you were practically ready to say anything at this point to get her in the back with you.

the next thing you know, the door to your right is being pulled open and the cool is nipping at your naked body, giving you goosebumps all over.

she gets comfortable, making you straddle her even though you’re at a high risk of hitting your head off the ceiling of the car. luckily you’re preoccupied craning your neck downwards to finally kiss rosé again.

her tongue pokes at the outside of your lips until you open your mouth and allow it to enter, the feeling of her tongue rubbing against yours enough to make you moan out loud

to your disappointment, rosé pulls away shortly after that, silently spinning you around to face the front seats.

she spreads your legs to hook around each of her own, experimentally stroking up and down your heat, listening to the little whines that fall from your lips.

you sit, completely naked, on rosé’s lap with your back against her chest as she starts to rub your clit slowly, watching you writhe and squirm in her lap.

“who’s girl are you?” she asks sternly, a desperate lilt at the end of her sentence like she’ll explode if you tell her what she wants to hear.

“yours rosie, i’m all yours, oh my god-“ you moan as her speed increases.

she keeps you at a medium, if not kinda slowly and teasing, pace until she pulls her fingers away from your clit completely.

you make a pathetic sound at the loss of stimulation, but let out a happy sigh when she finds your entrance, now wetter than ever.

if you’ve learned nothing else about sex with rosé over the years, you at least know that she loves teasing.

which you’re really hating right now as she slowly pumps one finger in and out of you, not even bottoming out. just pushing in enough for you to really feel it drag along the inside of your walls and then take it away a moment later

the hand that isn’t torturing you, she uses to roll your nipples under her pointer finger, sending a tingling sensation straight to your core.

“please, please chaeyoung, finger me properly i’ll do anything,” you pleaded, finally reaching your breaking point.

she giggled, pleased with your begging but amused that you cracked after such a short amount of time. how cute.

“okay honey bunny but only because you’ve been so good for me so far,” she said, landing a sweet kiss on the back of your shoulder and then trailing them up to lay several open mouth smooches against your neck.

you’d probably have marks in the morning, but wasn’t that half the fun?

finally having mercy, rosé slipped another finger in alongside the first, crooking them upwards before thrusting them in and out shallowly.

the crude sound of your wet pussy filled the car as rosé sped up her fingers, stroking your walls while she thrusted quickly

that combined with the wet sucking noises of rosé’s mouth on your neck and the noises you couldn’t help spilling out of your mouth

your lover could tell the second she hit your g-spot, not only from recognizing the different texture within, but from the way your hips canted upwards and a half-shriek half-moan left your mouth.

from then on she tried her best to thrust her fingers into it every time, trying to get you to cum as fast as possible

not that she didn’t like drawing out your orgasms, but her hand was cramping in the position and there was more you could do at home anyway.

as she continued her steady rough pace, she began to talk to you,making the coil in your tummy tighten even more and bringing you closer to cumming

“do you like it when i leave marks on your pretty skin while i finger fuck you baby?”

“oh my god you’re leaking all over my lap and the seat, so dirty. are you gonna cum for me? make it even dirtier?”

“c’mon baby don’t you wanna be a good girl for me? yeah? then cum around my fingers. just like this.”

vision momentarily blurring and a mini explosion happening in your body, you finally obey rosé’s orders, cumming hard.

you take a few moments to regain the feeling in your legs, panting heavily before rolling off rosé’s lap and onto the leather seat beside her.

rosé affectionately rubs your bare thigh as you stare at her, soaking up her pretty features and putting getting dressed and breaking the intimate moment off for a second more.

“you ready to go, baby?” your gf asks after a long moment, gathering up your clothes from where they’ve been thrown around the car.

“what about you?” you ask, realizing that you still hadn’t reciprocated.

“i can wait until we get home,” she giggled, kissing your forehead when you let out a relieved sigh, glad that you wouldn’t have to deal with even more muscle cramps from having sex in the back of your small car.

“i love you, rosé,” you said as you began to tug your clothing back on. “i love you more than anything.”

the smile you got in response was absolutely breathtaking, spreading across her face so perfectly and then her eyes into little crescents.

“i love you too, (y/n). more than you’ll ever know.”

#rosé.#rose blackpink #park chaeyoung #park chaeyoung imagines #park chaeyoung smut #blackpink imagines #blackpink fanfiction #blackpink x reader #blackpink smut #this is so bad oof #I also just realized I called rosie like a hundred different nicknames throughout this fhksfhd

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