#2/2 boyfriends have now been gagged on tape

[fizzseed]

”i’m not sure you have the patience for the web” ”oh PISS OFF” god martin i love you i love you i love you

[mightyflamethrower]

e should dispense with the tired narrative that four conscientious state and federal prosecutors—independently and without contact with the Biden White House or the radical Democrats in Congress—all came to the same disinterested conclusions that Donald Trump should be indicted for various crimes and put on trial during the campaign season of 2024.

The prosecutors began accelerating their indictments only once Trump started to lead incumbent Joe Biden by sizable margins in head-to-head polls. Moreover, had Trump not run for the presidency, or had he been of the same party as most of the four prosecutors, he would have never been indicted by any of them.

Yet now they are in a doom loop of discovering that the more they seek to rush to judgment before the election and gag Trump from speaking publicly about these star-chamber proceedings, the more he rises in the polls.

In truth, each succeeding cycle of corrupt leftwing lawfare that ends in failure—the Russian collusion hoax, the weaponized first impeachment, trying ex-president Trump in the Senate as a private citizen, the laptop disinformation set-up, the Alfa bank ping caper, the pathetic attempt to erase Trump from state ballots, and the unfolding Fani Willis moral debacle—does not return things to zero.

Rather, they serve as force multipliers for each other. Each overreach geometrically increases the dangers to democracy, ever more turns the public off, and ironically cascades sympathy and poll numbers for the very target of their paranoias.

Some of the prosecutors have colluded with White House lawyers and congressional liaisons. Some had run for office, offering campaign promises to get Trump convicted for something or other.

Now, after years of delays and deadends, all four are rushing to synchronize their trial dates to ensure that the front-running Trump is on the docket daily and not out on the 2024 campaign trail.

Do we recall when leftist legal eagles claimed that of all the iffy Trump indictments, Georgia prosecutor Fani Willis had the best case against Trump?

The phone call, we were told, was proof of “election interference.” It was Willis who got the first Trump “mug shot.” It was Willis, we were assured, who got Trump with the goods on tape, begging election officials to “find” the requisite missing votes that would prove his victory (note that he did not say “invent” the votes but to look for a supposedly existing trove of them).

And now Willis’s signature case is in shambles.

We learn, allegedly, that 1) Willis hired her stealth boyfriend Nathan Wade as a special counsel, the day before he filed for divorce (whose records were then mysteriously sealed by the court); 2) that Wade so far has received over $650,000 as special counsel, reportedly including a miraculous ability to charge for 24 hours of continuous legal service in a single day; 3) that Willis and Wade allegedly have used her greenlighted windfall to him to go on a number of pricey junkets and cruises; 4) that to try an ex-president and the leading candidate in the 2024 presidential election, Willis picked Wade who had never tried a single felony case and was previously a “personal injury/accident” lawyer; 5) that the supposedly apolitical Willis had consulted with the January 6 partisan congressional special committee, while Wade had met for marathon meetings with the Biden White House legal counsel (and apparently billed Georgia taxpayers for receiving such federal tutorials).

The legal community’s initial dismissal of this sordid prosecutor’s office is reminiscent of the immediate efforts to downplay Claudine Gay’s plagiarism. But the charade will eventually end the same way, in this case with the resignation and likely indictment of the prosecutor, along with her boyfriend, who concocted quite a scheme at the expense of the taxpayers. Both have made a mockery of their indictment of an ex-president and, if the allegations are true, will be disbarred and prosecuted.

The other three indictments are even weaker. Alvin Bragg claims that Donald Trump’s efforts a near decade ago to enact nondisclosure agreements and payments to remain silent about embarrassing behavior constituted “campaign finance violations.”

If so, what then defines campaign violations when Ms. Clinton brazenly destroyed nearly 30,000 subpoenaed campaign-era emails, ordered subpoenaed communication devices smashed, illegally hired a foreign national to find dirt on a campaign rival, and used three paywalls to hide her hush payments to British subject Steele to concoct a smear dossier—with help from Russian sources—to destroy her 2016 rival?

Letitia James, apparently for the first time in New York history, believes a bank was somehow wronged when its seasoned auditors viewed Trump’s assets, approved a loan to him, profited from his timely payments of interest and principles, and lodged no complaints against Trump or his company.

James apparently believes that Donald Trump is the first and most egregious real estate baron in New York history who inflated the value of his holdings. Her indictments thus supposedly have nothing to do with a left-wing political activist who ran for attorney general on promises to get Trump.

As far as Jack Smith, he supposedly was to be focused on Trump’s removal of classified presidential files to an insecure location at his Mar-a-Lago home and Trump’s “insurrectionary” actions on January 6. But he seems way beyond that now and is trying to put a gag order on the presidential frontrunner and to ensure Trump is in court during the 2024 campaign—challenging the very administration that appointed Smith in the first place.

In truth, Trump was the first ex-president in history to be indicted for a dispute with archivists over the status and security of removed classified files. Such disagreements were historically adjudicated bureaucratically rather than criminally, and certainly not with performance-art FBI swat raids into an ex-presidential residence.

Moreover, true insurrectionists do not instruct protestors to assemble peacefully and patriotically. Insurrectionists themselves do not try to overthrow governments while unarmed and accompanied by bare-chested buffoons with cow horns and slow-moving septuagenarians draped in American flags. And during an “insurrection,” unarmed “rebels” are usually not invited into the government quarters by supposed government doormen, among them perhaps 150-200 FBI informants. They are usually not shot and killed for the crime of entering a broken window while unarmed. And governments need not lie about the violence of insurrectionaries if they are truly insurrectionists.

Jack Smith’s problem—aside from his similar previous effort as special counsel to bankrupt and destroy the life and career of former Virginia governor Bob McDonald, a conviction overturned 9-0 by the Supreme Court—is that his indictments are so asymmetrical as to be surreal.

If the Department of Justice really wishes to prosecute insurrection, then it should concentrate on 120 days of arson, looting, killing, and violent protests that destroyed $2 billion in property, led to over 35 deaths, injured 1,500 law enforcement officers, and saw a federal courthouse, a police precinct, and a historic church torched by protestors, months of violent chaos planned and orchestrated by Antifa and Black Lives Matter, and enabled by leftwing inert mayors and governors.

The future Vice President of the United States, Kamala Harris, sought to organize bail for violent rioters. She boasted on television that the protests would not stop, should not stop, and would continue beyond the 2020 elections. Could she have at least suggested to the rioters to protest “peacefully and patriotically?” And just last week, President Biden praised that months-long violent summer of looting, violence, arson, and destruction, calling it “the historic movement for justice in the summer of 2020.”

Or Smith could investigate the well-orchestrated and increasingly violent pro-Hamas rallies. These are “insurrections” that have stormed the California legislature, occupied the Capitol rotunda, defaced and defiled iconic federal monuments and cemeteries, shut down key bridges and freeways, attacked law enforcement, and led to violence and assaults.

If Trump is guilty of removing files that he had the statutory right as president to formally declassify, then what was senator and subsequent Vice President Joe Biden guilty of when he stealthily and unlawfully removed hundreds of files, kept the removals secret (until his administration went after Trump for the same offense), and sloppily stored them in his insecure garage?

At each juncture of these extra-legal efforts, past precedents, former customs, and accepted traditions are being destroyed by the Left, whose endless miscarriages of justice are the real threats to constitutional government. And the more impotent these serial and unending gambits become, the more strident and desperate they appear.

[likeastarstar]

A Mutual Agreement Pt. 3

Summary: You and your boyfriend make a sex tape. lol.

(A/N: you don't need to read Part 1 or Part 2 to understand but you can if you want!)

masterlist.

You stared down at your boyfriend, hair throughly messed up from having your hands pull on it, lips cherry red and plump from kissing you, eyes slightly dazed. Yeah, this was your favorite version of Hoseok. The one without any inhibitions, the one who was yours. He stared at you with an intensity that had a shiver running down your back, a small smirk growing on his face when he noticed the reaction he had on you. You swallowed harshly and nodded to yourself, laying down on the bed you shared.

"Get the camera."

"Remind me again why we couldn't just do this on my phone?" He asked, frowning down at the handycam you bought off eBay last month.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, reaching a hand out for the camera, "Phones get hacked. Tapes can't."

"How am I even supposed to watch it? I won't have a VHS player on tour, you know." He laughed softly, shoulders freezing for a second when he noticed the crestfallen look on your face at the mention of him going on tour soon.

Nothing was planned for sure, but he was already starting to travel more. The pandemic had sucked, royally, but it had given you unlimited access to Hoseok in a way you were selfishly reluctant to let go of. It's the only reason you agreed to this in the first place- you wanted something for when you couldn't have him the way you wanted to.

You felt a light touch on your knee and looked at Hoseok, a soft look on his face. You shook your head, "Boner killer." You joked, "Give it to me."

He handed you the camera wordlessly, watching with raised eyebrows as you pointed it towards him and pressed record. You peeked through the viewfinder- a grainy, nostalgic version of Hoseok stared into the camera with the same intensity he looked at you with, your knees parted on either side of his figure where you laid on the bed. He pulled his shirt off in one motion, tossing it off to the side before scanning your body. You had lost your clothes ages ago, laying in your underwear before him.

You admired the strength of his brow through the camera lens, the sharp angle of his jaw, the way his abs flexed and relaxed as he walked towards you. Nothing really compared to your boyfriend's beauty in real life, but the camera you were currently holding was giving its best shot. You nudged his hip with your knee, gesturing for him to loose the pants as well. He did so silently, neither one of you wanting to speak for a moment. Hoseok studied you face for a moment and smiled, scanning your body with his eyes.

"Don't be nervous," He mumbled, a comforting hand on your knee, "We've done this before."

You laughed softly and he took the camera from you, turning it around so it was panned down on you, hair fanned out around you, gaze pointed past the camera and stuck on Hoseok, "I really fucking love you, you know that?" He said softly, setting the camera down on the side table you had strategically tested the point of view from two nights ago.

You smiled at him and reached a hand out towards him, pulling him on top of you. Part of you is hyperaware that there was a camera recording your every movement, a small red light signaling that yeah- you guys are definitely about to make a sex tape. The larger part is just really obsessed with Hoseok and the way he feels on top of you hands warming your skin with small massaging circles pressed into your figure. He kissed you urgently, desperately, like he had been holding back until now. You feel his body melt into yours, pressing down on you until all of the anxiety in your body about the situation withered away.

"Fucking gorgeous," Hoseok mumbled. You knew it was loud enough for the camera to pick up but he said it for just for you- you could tell by the way his eyes didn't leave yours. You kissed him again and slid your tongue against his, gliding a hand through his hair and pulling the roots of it sharply. Hoseok's movements turned carnal, biting down on your bottom lip as his hands slipped under your ass and pushed upwards, shoving your center against his hardening cock. You felt him strain against the fabric of his boxers, cock twitching, and suddenly you didn't give a shit about the camera. You wanted more of Hoseok and the small breathy grunts he was letting out, harmonizing with your own light pants of want. You felt Hoseok's hand push past the waistband of your underwear, long fingers dragging through your folds. He rubbed neat circles into your clit with enough pressure that you forgot all about the glowing red dot in the corner. He pinched your most sensitive spot, making you jump slightly before he slid two fingers into your pussy, a loud moan escaping you. He curved his fingers and stretched them out again, pressing down on your walls because he knew you could take it. You steadied your breathing to the best of your ability, his warm fingers rocking and sliding back and forth with a rhythm you couldn't quite keep up with. You didn't realize you were biting down on your lip until he kissed you, taking your bottom lip between both of his and sucking lightly.

"No more of this," He grumbled against your skin, "You're gonna split your lip open and I wanna hear you, I need to be able to hear the noises I fuck out of you when I'm jacking off to this in a couple months in a hotel room."

You moaned at the thought, kissing him messily as he continued thrusting his fingers into you. The pad of his thumb pressed and rubbed against your clit, pressing down further as his fingers thrust quickly into you in a bursting motion, pulling out almost entirely just to press in again. Your hips angled up towards his hand, wanting him to stay in one place, wanting to keep him near you. He ignored you, touch staying steady despite your squirming. It wasn't long before you came, pushing your face into the crook of his neck as electricity ran through your body. The two of you moved like waves, rocking against each other with a visceral need until you placed two hands on his shoulders and shoved him over, flipping the two of you so you were straddling him. You flipped your hair over to one side so it wasn't blocking the camera's view of Hoseok's face, moving down the length of his body until your face was in front of his cock.

You kissed his lower stomach lightly, pushing the waistband down and off of him quickly. He lifted his hips to help and you flickered your gaze up to him for a second, smiling at him. "Want you so bad," You mumbled, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking it twice before sinking your lips down on him.

You loved giving Hoseok head- the noises he made, the way he looked, the salty rich taste. Everything about it was perfect. His hands instinctively buried themselves in your hair, guiding your head up and down on his cock. You kept up with him, bobbing up and down eagerly. You felt your lips stretch and ignored it, relishing in the noises Hoseok was making at the moment. He said you name like it was a prayer in a whiny tone reserved for you. Hoseok tightened his grip on your hair and held you still, snapping his hips up to your mouth, using you as he'd like. You gagged slightly but took it, wanting him to use you.

He released you quickly, lifting your mouth off of his cock and tightening his grasp instead at the nape of your neck, "Come up here," He ordered, motioning towards you with a jut of his chin. You did as he said, climbing up so that you were hovering above him, legs of either side of his torso. You grabbed his jaw in one hand and turned it up towards you, craning his head up to lock him in a fervent kiss, pulling away when you felt him start to lean forwards helplessly.

"So needy," You smiled cockily, running a hand through his hair and down to cup his cheek. You slapped his cheek lightly, laughing softly when he jumped in surprise. You brushed your thumb over his bottom lip, letting out a shallow breath when he closed his lips around the pad of your thumb. He sucked lightly, tongue snaking across the tip of your finger before nibbling on it.

Things feel different, like everything in the world is moving at a different pace than the two of you. Too fast and too slow at the same time, you had tension radiating off of your body and permeating into the air around you. You were long past coherent thoughts, only able to think about how hot you felt.

"You look so vulnerable right now," Hoseok noted, "I could do anything I wanted to you."

You nodded silently, feeling your cheeks heat up. Hoseok stared up at you with heavy intention in his eyes, wrapping a hands around the smallest part of your waist and another around his cock, lining it up to your pussy, and pulling you down on his lap in one smooth thrust.

You gasped in surprise, moaning out as you feel his length setting in you. Neither one of you moved for a moment, feeling overwhelmed for a moment. Hoseok's brows furrowed, a look of total concentration painted on his features. He tugged you down towards him, kissing down the length of your neck as if to give him something to do in the moment, arms wrapped around your back. Your hands tightened around the sheets in fists, feelings his grip tighten as he pulled off of your neck to stare at you again. You rocked against him slowly, matching his eye contact with your own. He winced when you clenched around him and went faster, beginning to lift yourself off of him.

"You feel so big like this," You moaned, letting him grip your waist to help you set a faster pace on top of him. He fucked into you from beneath, meeting the rise and fall of your hips," Shit- I feel so full."

"I'm always big, what the hell?" Hoseok laughed, dragging your hips back and forth against his.

You laughed, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. He grinned back at you and soon you were both slamming into one another. You matched his pace, fucking each other as fast as you could as he whispered things so dirty you almost hoped the camera didn't pick up on it.

"I'm gonna cum," You said, tapping his shoulder rapidly. He nodded and grasped your hip, pulling you off of him abruptly. You whined in protest, shutting up as soon as he slapped his palm against your hip, roughly positioning you on your back. He reached over you to grab the camera, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"Smile for the camera, baby." He prompted as he slid back into you. You moaned, fucking you even faster with the camera pointed down towards your face.

His free hand began rubbing your clit, keeping pace with his hips until it tipped you over, shaking underneath him. Your back arched and you wrapped your legs around him. He wasted no time fucking you into the bed, his rough fucking milking your orgasm. You clenched around him, feeling overstimulated until he slowed to a deep roll of his hips and came inside of you. He groaned sharply, throwing the camera to the side and leaning down to kiss you. Hoseok's tongue slid against yours in a wet, hot kiss, cock still buried deep inside of you.

You kissed him back, hugging him close to you until the two of you had come down from your highs completely.

"That was hot," You sighed contently as Hoseok laid his head on your chest between your breasts. You carded your fingers through his hair absentmindedly, admiring the silvery locks in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

"We should've done this forever ago. You look really sexy when you cum," Hoseok smiled against your skin, hugging you tightly. "Something that gorgeous deserves to be immortalized on film."

You frowned looking at the ceiling pensively, "I've never seen myself cum, I don't know whether you're right about that or not."

Hoseok picked his head up instantly, a slightly depraved smile on his face, "Wanna find out?"

[drakenology]

“he call me throatzillaaa” w/ bakugo, sero and kirishima inspired by “throatzilla” by slayyyter

warnings: cum (like lots of it), d*ck sucking, degrading, cussing, face fucking- just straight nasty head, 69-ing, filthy words, mentions of weed and high sex.

I recommend you listen to the song just to get a feel of the lyrics I used.

minors dni 18+

author’s note: this song came on shuffle and the idea came to mind to write about sucking dick. (one of my many favorite hobbies) Enjoy, besties!

“i know you wanna cover my face in whaaaat?.....”

- b. katsuki

bakugo’s in a testy mood and that could only mean two things

1. He’s horny

2. He’s genuinely pissed about something

more times than most it’s the first reason

so you being the caring s/o you are, you help him out *wink* *wink*

Katsuki sat on the couch scowling at nothing. He had ranted to his pretty baby that everything and everyone was just pissing him off; a telltale sign he needed a release. All that pent up aggression must have been a heavy load to carry so why not let him spill it all over your face? So being the sweet and considerate significant other that you are you happily get on your knees for him, palming at his growing dick through his jeans. Your eyes sink into his as you unzip them, Katsuki stopping midsentence at your boldness. His dick breaks free from the confines of his boxers, springing and slapping against his stomach. Hm. His proud boner stood tall, its bright red head leaking precum serving as further proof the man was just irritatingly horny.

You practically salivate at the sight, taking him into your mouth immediately. Words just took too much time to say. Your need to suck every aggression out of your bratty boyfriend nullified any other thought in mind as you slide your mouth down his length, your tongue stroking the bottom of his cock. Bakugo relaxed in his seat, watching as your pretty mouth take in his whole length. He moans when he feels himself slide into your throat, yanking your hair to bob your head up and down. You start gagging and drooling all over his dick as you pull away. Strings of your spit connect your mouth to his throbbing cock from the separation, your tongue returning and following the trail of his vein up to the head with focused and teary eyes darting into Bakugo.

“So big...” You gasp, taking him into your mouth again, your hands stroking what you can’t fit. Katsuki’s so astounded by the warmth of your mouth and all the slurping that came from it he’s a moaning mess, his head hanging back as he cussed. Your hands twist and pump his blushing cock, your spit making it feel as if he’s inside your tight walls as you work his most sensitive spots with your tongue.

“That’s it baby. Suck my fucking dick. Such a whore.” Katsuki slurred, hissing as you urge him to fuck your mouth again.

You moan around his dick, the vibrations sending shockwaves into Bakugo as he pulled your mouth off of his throbbing cock. He takes his cock into his hand and pumped a few times before erupting all over your face, your mouth open and tongue hanging out as you try and taste him. Hot, sticky globs of his cum drip all over your face much to Bakugo’s delight. You lick your lips and look up at him, eyes teary as you blink them away. Bakugo just stares down at your coated face, kissing your lips to taste himself like the filthy man he is, pulling away with lovesick eyes.

“Shit..... Go upstairs.”

“dirty talk so good it was poetry.”

- s. hanta

hanta sero is a resident “tree” smoker. 💨

so high sex is a must. he gets real horny when he’s stoned with his baby.

there’s no better feeling than smoking a blunt, kicked back watching you struggle to swallow him whole.

sometimes he’ll look at you with those pretty brown eyes all low and hazy and ask oh so nicely for you to suck his dick.

and what kinda s/o would you be to deny your sexy boyfriend the privilege of being sucked off by you?

filthy praise >>>>>>

like his dirty talk game is strong 💪🏽

like his words alone could make you wet mmhm yessir

sero just finished his blunt. you could tell because he reeked of weed and ash, his eyes low and red riddled with lust when he saw you just minding your business in your bedroom. you were reading something, laying on your stomach and swinging your legs all innocent like.

“You smoked without me didn’t you?” You question, looking up from your book to see Sero taking off his shirt. He smirks, noticing your face flush and turn back to your book. Sero walks up to you, crotch standing in your peripheral vision showing off a hefty boner.

“Whatcha gonna do about it, huh?” Sero slurred, swatting your ass to catch your full attention. Whenever Sero got high, he was insatiable in bed. You fondly remember a time you were bonded by his tape, ass up and face buried into the mattress as he fiendishly pounded at your cervix. Throwing your book somewhere, you pull Sero towards you in a heated kiss. Something in you just needed him, needed to feel him in some way or another. Clothes molt away and thrown all over the bed, making out with each other with fervor.

You’re now straddling his face, leaning down and sucking his dick to return the favor simultaneously. Sero’s tongue plays with your clit, slipping into your folds as his hands knead and grab at your plush ass. Your soft moans tingle on his cock, your head bobbing up and down to try and keep up with him.

“Having trouble, baby?” Sero teased, replacing his tongue with two slender fingers so he can talk you through the high he was about to give you.

“Your pussy’s so wet for me. Sucking my cock’s fun, isn’t it babe?” His filthy words cause arousal to resurface, your pussy dripping onto his fingers as he thrusts them inside with a deliberate pace. You’re shaking, unable to focus on sucking his dick from the seering pleasure he was giving you.

He slides his fingers out, wet sounds following as he slid them back in, lips kissing your thighs while he worked you. “Go on baby. Keep sucking my cock... if you can that is.” Sero laughed, bucking his hips up to keep you focused on your task. You gag around him, slurping as he started fucking your mouth and devouring your pussy at the same time. Tears stream down your face as Sero filled you with his tongue and dick, playful hums vibrating against you as he groaned and talked shit once again.

“Mmm.. listen to that pussy. So fucking sloppy. She likes it doesn’t she? Yeah I know she fucking does. This pussy’s mine, ya hear?” Sero moans, his fingers yet again fucking your soft walls so you hear him clearly.

“Face so pretty and my head go dumb like...”

- e. kirishima

eijiro loves you. like that’s not surprise.

and he thinks you’re the prettiest and sweetest thing he’s ever met.

so imagine his shock when he finds out you’re an absolute savant at sucking dick.

the thought of coating your pretty face in his cum just- like he short circuits.

damn like you’re the whole package.. gorgeous and you can suck dick like a pro?? scuse him while he goes and buys the biggest ring in the jewlery store.

“Fuuck, you look so sexy right now.” Eijiro gasps, feeling your warm mouth take him in. Your pretty eyes look up at him as your mouth works his length, slurping and choking on him as you drool all over it. Eijiro takes your head and holds it still to pull himself out of your mouth, holding his cock in one hand and tapping it on your tongue. You happily stick it out further, panting a little from trying to catch your breath.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, y/n.” Kirishima lulled, groaning at the sight of your pretty face becoming so lewd. He loved seeing you like this, spit dripping down your chin, skin flushed and eyes teary, your mascara running all over your face.

Eijiro sticks himself inside your mouth again, missing the warm wetness as he fucked your throat. You slack your jaw, sticking out your tongue to take him in. He’s moaning into the air, spewing out his desire to cum all over your face and then bend you over to fuck you for hours with a fistfull of your hair. You moan around his dick, slipping a hand down to play with your pussy shamelessly while keeping that hypnotizing eye contact.

“God you’re so fucking sexy. I bet you’re wet as fuck right now. Mm keep going like this and I’m gonna cum all over that pretty mouth.”

[fanficsandthings]

Through the Years, Ch. 7

A George Weasley Fanfiction

A George Weasley x Slytherin reader story.

Each chapter shares events in one year of George and reader’s life together.

Word Count: 6.1k

Author’s note: i know i’m like 3 months late on posting this chapter, but i promise i haven't abandoned this fic. 

Year 1, Year 2, Year 3, Year 4, Year 5, Year 6 

Year 6, Part 2:  Fireworks

 The heavy rain soaked through your clothes as you made your way into King’s Cross. It had been raining hard since early that morning, and the heavy gloom that hung over London was starting to take hold in your chest. The events of two weeks prior were impossible to purge from your mind, and on days like this the memories slowly crept their way forward. You swore that green skull could illuminate the sky again at any moment, so instead, you forced yourself to think about other things. 

You uncle and dad had been talking for weeks about an event happening at Hogwarts this year, but they wouldn’t give anything away. All you knew was that you needed a fancy dress, which you bought a week ago at a second hand store. It now sat in the bottom of your trunk, its intended use unknown to you for now. 

You no longer needed the motivation to run through the brick wall that separated platforms 9 and 10, like you did in your first year. You and your father casually waited by the wall, wringing the water from your clothes, as you watched the muggles pass by. When all was clear, you casually leaned against it, disappearing suddenly to anyone who might’ve cared to notice. 

The steam from the scarlet coloured engine filled the platform, the people rushing about looking more like ghosts than corporeal beings. You searched briefly for a family of redheads, but quickly gave up and turned your attention to the items you had brought with you. 

You checked quickly on Minnie, whose carrier was concealed under your rain jacket on top of your trunk. She was dry, just a little perturbed at all the movement happening on the trip here. 

“You packed the camcorder, right?” your father asked. “And the extra tapes?”

“Yes,” you told him, “they were the first things I packed.” 

“And you’re sure you know how to use it?”

“Yes, I’m pretty sure we went over it about 100 times.”

“I just don’t want you to get there and then not be able to capture anything,” he said, looking around at the people on the platform. He lowered his voice a bit to speak the next part. “It’s going to be a very fun year. I don’t want you to forget any of it.”

You let out an exasperated sigh. “Will you please stop being so secretive, and tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough,” he told you. 

You were about to protest and beg for more information when three more people came through the platform portal. Ron, Hermione, and Harry appeared before you, squinting through the steam. 

“Oh, look!” your dad cut you off, ignoring the annoyed look on your face. “Friends! Now, go get on the train with them. I might see you sooner than you think.”  

You said a very quick goodbye before turning to the three newcomers. They were still looking through the steam, trying to orientate themselves before heading to the train. You snuck up as quietly as your trunk would allow, thankful that the train engine was letting off some noise. 

“What’re you looking for?” you shouted, right in between Ron and Harry’s heads. It caused all three of them to jump; the owls in the cages they were holding hooted frantically as they got tossed around. 

“Please don’t do that,” Hermione voiced as she clutched her chest. 

“Sorry,” you said, smiling, “I couldn’t resist.” You turned your head to look at the brick wall briefly. “Where is..”

“Your boyfriend?” Ron butt in. He turned to Harry and made a fake gagging noise. Harry let out a laugh, amused at his friend’s actions. 

“Right behind you,” a familiar voice said. You turned to see Charlie, Fred, and George. George was smiling brightly at you. “We just passed your dad on the other side of the barrier.” 

“Charlie!” you exclaimed, giving him a quick hug. “I expected you to be back in Romania by now.”

“Do we even exist?” George whispered to Fred. 

“Apparently not when Charlie’s around,” Fred answered. 

You rolled your eyes as you turned to the twins. “I’m gonna see you two constantly for the next 10 months. I rarely see Charlie.” 

“I took extended time off,” Charlie said, answering your question, “because I’ll be working a little extra in a couple of months.” 

Ginny, Bill, and Mrs. Wealsey made their way through the wall behind the twins. 

“Hello,” Mrs. Weasley greeted upon seeing you. 

“Molly, it’s so good to see you. I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to see you at the Quidditch Cup,” you told her, giving her a hug. 

“Quidditch isn’t really my thing, dear,” she informed you. “But I might get to see you all again soon.”

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” you asked. 

“It’s nothing,” she said, pushing you back towards Fred and George. 

“We should get going,” you said to the twins. “We need to find Lee and seats” 

The twins said goodbye to their family, and you all headed off through the steam towards the train. You found Lee, who had already boarded and was saving a compartment for the three of you. You stuffed your trunks above the seats and put Millie’s carrier in the seat next to the door. 

It was a weird feeling, purposefully sitting so close to George on the train; him next to the window and your head leaning on his shoulder so you could watch the countryside pass by. Really, it’s not like much had changed from being just friends to dating. You had always sat close to each other before, even holding hands when the situation allowed for it. Something seemed to change over the last couple months, though, and now you felt more comfortable than ever resting your head against George. 

Maybe it was the fact that you could hold hands now without people whispering in the background and speculating about you. Or the fact that you could run your hands through his hair, which he had let grow a little longer over the summer, and not be worried about accidentally looking into his brown eyes and having to hide your embarrassment over the matter. You could freely count the freckles splattered across his face and name the constellations you made in them. Freckles that would always remind you of the falling snow on the night you first kissed. 

At some point, you let Minnie out of her carrier, letting her roam freely around the compartment, careful to make sure the door was securely closed. She eventually found a comfy stop on the seat between Fred and Lee. You watched as she curled up into a ball, her tail carefully covering her eyes, as if to block out any light. 

As the train rolled on and the rain outside got heavier, the windows fogged up, making it impossible to see outside. You turned your full attention to the conversation happening. Lee was talking about what he did over break, and brought up the Quidditch World Cup. 

Your eyes moved briefly to the window, thinking you might see the bright green light shining through the rain. George saw your movement and squeezed your hand in reassurance, a small smile on his face. You smiled back at him, telling him that you’d be alright. 

Lee mentioned that his father had been cheated out of money over a bet he made with Ludo Bagman at the Cup. 

“That dirty little cheat!” Fred yelled at the mention of Bagman’s name, causing Minnie to startle beside him. 

“He took our money, too,” George added on. “He paid us back in leprechaun gold.” 

“That’s exactly what he did to my dad,” Lee said. 

“You bet all the money you had saved, didn’t you?” you asked Fred and George. 

“Yeah,” Fred sighed. 

“We’ll have to find another way to open the shop now,” George said. 

“I still have some money saved up,” you told them. “About 20 Galleons when converted from muggle money. It’s not much but maybe we could find something to invest it in.”

“We couldn’t ask you to give us your money,” Fred said. 

“Yeah, I’m sure there’s other things you could use that money for, right? ” George inquired. 

“Not really,” you told them. “I’ve always planned to help you with Weasley Wizard Wheezes one way or another. Whether that be through money or inventing inventory.” 

“Oh,” George said rather quietly beside you. “Thank you.” 

You leaned up and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “Anything for you, Georgie.” 

“And you know I’m always here to test out products,” Lee chimed in. 

“Oh, speaking of which,” you voiced, “did you finish those Canary Creams in the last two weeks?” 

“Not quite,” George told you. “There’s still some kinks to work out, but give us a few weeks and some of Snape’s potion supplies and we’ll get them done.” 

“But!” Fred said, pulling a small, wrapped treat out of his pocket. “We did nail down the yellow hair color.”

“Now we have all the house colors down,” George finished. 

“And I think we should take advantage of that,” you said with a grin. You grabbed the sweet from Fred’s hand. “This one’s yellow?” He nodded. “And you guys still have a beef against Cedric for winning the quidditch match last year?” 

“We should’ve gotten a rematch,” all three of them said in unison. 

“I know, I know,” you said, faking sympathy. 

The rest of the train ride was spent slipping sweets into other student’s train compartments and hiding in the hallway until you heard a couple screams. Cedric didn’t really seem to mind too much; being more embarrassed of the attention his friends were giving him because of it, opposed to being mad. You did manage to slip a pink one into Draco’s compartment, but one of his oversized bodyguards ended up eating it instead. 

You found Adrian Pucey, who was trying to rekindle your friendship a little bit. He had written to you over the summer a few times. You gave him a blue haired sweet just because you wanted to see if the color would look good on him. It really didn’t, as the Ravenclaw blue didn’t mix with his complexion very well. You made him promise to sit next to you at the welcome feast, and you’d reverse the effects then. 

Overall, you were very happy to be going back to Hogwarts where you’d be able to hang out with your friends again. 

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The term seemed to pass too quickly with all the Tournament excitement going on. You had been concerned for Harry ever since his name was pulled out of that blasted goblet, but ever since he won the first task, he seemed to be in a much better mood. 

You had snuck out of the castle the night before the first task with Fred and George to meet up with Charlie. He had excitedly shown you the dragons they had brought from Romania, their fiery breaths keeping you warm in the cool November air. You had never seen creatures like this upclose before, and they intrigued you enough to think for just a moment that maybe you wouldn’t mind working in Romania with Charlie. 

A month after that, you found Hogwarts covered in snow, the winter chill finally settling in the castle corridors. Fireplaces blazed in every room, warming you ever so slightly as you sat by them. The fireplace in your dorm room did little to help fight the cold of the Black Lake. Again, just like last year, you spent most of your nights in the Gryffindor common room, curled up next to George by their roaring fire. 

Minnie took to spending her nights in George’s room. She seemed to be making friends with Crookshanks, as you would sometimes find them cuddled together in the common room. 

At times you felt bad for the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students. Their carriage and ship didn’t seem like the warmest of homes. You’d look across the school grounds and see them covered in ice and snow, and it would send a shiver down your spine every time. 

Christmas Eve came, and the entire school was filled with excitement over the Yule Ball the next day. You were excited too, but there was one more thing you needed to do before that day came. 

You had told George to meet you in the Astronomy tower in his pajamas at 10pm on Christmas Eve, a surprise all planned out in your head. You had stolen the radio from the Slytherin common room for the night. It had taken you and Adrian over a week to figure out how to get muggle radio stations to play on it, but eventually you got past all the magical interference and were able to listen to muggle music for the first time in almost four months. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy The Weird Sisters, but sometimes you just missed the music your mum would listen to at home. 

You set up your camcorder in one corner of the tower by the stairs, getting as much of the room in frame as you could. With no one else in the room to film, it would be the best shot you could get with the camera. 

You met George at the base of the tower five minutes before 10, confusion etched on his face. 

“I see you wore the pajamas with a little lion embroidered on them,” you teased him, reaching for his hand. “My cute little Gryffindor.” 

He blushed at your words, but he took your hand nonetheless and let you lead him up the stairs. 

“You’re literally wearing the same ones but with a snake embroidered,” George said. 

“Hey, your mum made them, and I love them,” you told him. You squeezed his hand as you both laughed. 

Music from the radio played softly from the top of the tower, a song that neither of you had heard before. When you reached the top of the stairs, you paused briefly to press the record button on the camera. This caused a confused look to make its way onto George’s face, but you reassured him that nothing harmful was going to happen.  

You pulled him to the middle of the room, the chill from the winter night just barely reaching you. Pulling him close to you, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. George instinctively put his arms around your waste. You started to sway to the slow song coming from the radio.

“We haven’t been up here in a while,” George whispered. 

“Not since fourth year when we flew right into the middle of Professor Sinistra’s nighttime class,” you said, laughing. 

“Hey, we both expected her to have a midnight class that night,” George said, “not an 8pm class.” 

“I didn’t even mind the detention we got from it,” you told him. “I was just happy that I beat you in the race up here.” 

“I remember you cheating to beat me up here,” George said, wrinkling up his nose to tease you. “You and your old money Malfoy broom nearly knocked me into the castle wall.” 

“All’s fair in love and war, Georgie,” you said. “I was just using the speed that broom gives me to its full potential.” 

“If I didn’t love you so much, I’d still be mad about it.” He leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. “I still can’t believe you finally let me kiss you a year ago now.”

“You can thank Charlie for that actually. He gave me a little pep talk before I came outside that night.” You rested your head against his chest, listening to him hum along to the music. “Do you know this song?” 

“I’ve heard you play it before while you were at my house. I quite like it.” 

You pulled yourself as close to George as possible, trying to absorb his body heat. You hadn’t really thought about the open balcony and the winter weather when you planned this out. You leaned against him and swayed with the song, only really listening to his heartbeat through his chest. When the song was over and a more upbeat one came on, you pulled away just enough to look at his face. 

“Do you think Dumbledore really got The Weird Sisters to play tomorrow night,” you asked. 

“I hope so,” he said with a small laugh. “It’s all everyone’s been talking about the past few days.” 

“Speaking of the ball,” you started, “Did Fred ever ask that girl he likes to go with him?” 

“He asked Angelina a few days ago,” George told you. You wrinkled up your face in confusion. “What? They’re going as friends.” 

“But what about that Hufflepuff girl that he talks about constantly?” you asked. “I expected him to ask her, and I thought Lee and Angelina would go together.” 

“Lee’s going with a Ravenclaw fifth year, actually,” he informed you. “One of Cho Chang’s friends. Cedric actually set them up.” He seemed to have a hard time admitting that Cedric could do something nice for someone. George and Fred really held a grudge when it came to quidditch. 

“Cedric’s a good person, you know?” you said. “He wanted to have that rematch. But back to Fred; why is he being an idiot about his crush?”

“Because he is an idiot in general,” George said laughing. “He asked Angie just to prove to Ron that he had a date. He didn’t think it through.” 

You let out a sigh. “He’ll never learn.” 

The next song started with a familiar tune. “George, I think you’ll love this one!” 

You pulled away from him and grabbed his hand. There was no rhythm to your dancing, but it was fun nonetheless. George left all his worries behind and danced with you, not caring that you two definitely looked like idiots. He did really like the song that was playing, and he enjoyed it even more knowing that you loved it. 

You turned your camcorder off after that song, saving room on the tape for the next night too. You walked with George to the balcony, braving the cold to look over the snow covered grounds. Hogwarts really did look beautiful at this time of night. The moon reflected off the white snow and shone brightly over the Black Lake. The ship and the carriage looked like mere children’s toys from this far away. 

You rested your head against George’s shoulder as you both leaned against the railing. “Thank you, George.”

“For what?” he asked.

“For being my best friend, I guess,” you said. “It means a lot to me to have someone like you in my life.” 

“I’m glad I have you too,” He kissed the top of your head. 

You moved your head to kiss him properly, his body heat warming your face as you leaned in. The smell of potions clung to his skin, as he had been working on new products the entire last week. You caught the scent of a rather sweet one, and breathed in deeply. You pulled away reluctantly, but the cold was getting to you and you needed to head inside. 

George picked up the camera as you grabbed the radio, turning it off. You walked quietly down the stairs, hoping not to run into anyone at the bottom. He offered to walk you to your dorm, but you knew that Gryffindor tower was a lot closer than the dungeons, so you walked him there.

“Keep the camera for tomorrow,” you told him. “Record whatever mischief you get up to in the morning and then put it in the Great Hall.” 

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” He leaned in for one more kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You hurried off down the hall as he climbed through the portrait hole. Sneaking down to the dungeons at this hour required a bit of stealth and luck, but you had done it enough to basically know the patrol schedules. You made it to the common room after only one near run in with a teacher, but you ducked behind a statue, just barely avoiding them. 

There were a few students left in the common room, so you casually put the radio back in its spot on the table. Hopefully no one had missed it too much. 

You made your way to your dorm room, opening the door quietly to not wake your roommates. The last embers of the fire were still burning in the fireplace, and they gave you just enough light to be able to see your way to your bed. The light from the moon didn’t reach this deep into the Black Lake when there was a layer of ice on top of it, so your windows remained pitch black. 

You laid in bed, pulling the quilt from last Christmas as close to you as you could. You breathed in the earthy smell and let out a content sigh. Sleep found you easily that night, and your mind raced with dreams of what tomorrow might be like. 

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The buzz and excitement in the air was contagious as everyone got ready before the ball. You had spent the morning in the common room with Adrian, trying to get him to tell you who he was going with, but he refused, saying that you’d find out in a few hours anyway. 

“Why won’t you just tell me?” you asked, leaning forward and narrowing your eyes at him. 

“Why does it matter so much?” he asked in return, ignoring the look you were giving him. 

“Because I want a picture of us and our dates,” you said, “and if I don’t know who your date is, then I can’t force them to take the picture.” 

“I promise you’ll get your picture,” he said. “I’m meeting up with him in front--”

You nearly sprang to your feet, but kept yourself in your chair when you saw the look of embarrassment on his face. 

“So it’s not the seventh year Ravenclaw girl that has a crush on you,” you said, putting your hands over your mouth to think a bit. “I really thought it was her.”

Adrian looked flustered, his cheeks turning red. “What? No, no, she doesn’t have a crush on me.”

“She does,” you told him bluntly. “She asked me if you had a date about two weeks ago. I told her yes, but seeing as you won’t tell me who, I couldn’t give her more information.” 

Adrian sank back into the couch, wishing this conversation would end. You looked at him, still thinking about who he could be going with. 

“The Beauxbatons boy who wouldn’t stop staring at you on their first night here?” you pondered, but he remained quiet. “The fifth year Hufflepuff who ran into you in the hall last month? He’s cute and rather shy. I remember him apologizing profusely. I noticed him ducking his head away from you when we’d pass him in the hall after that.” 

You watched him for a reaction that would give you a yes or no answer, but all you noticed was his face getting redder. Adrian never really talked about crushes and who he liked. This conversation about people who maybe liked him seemed to be a little much for him. 

“Alright, one more guess,” you said, “and then I promise I’ll drop it until tonight.” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye. You took it as a sign to go on. “It’s not one of your dorm mates, is it? They’re rather all kinda assholes.”  

You finally got a laugh out of him at that. “Absolutely not. I know them all way too well to ever want to go on a date with any of them.” 

“Good, just checking to make sure you were still sane,” you said, standing up. “I’ll see you in a bit. Meet back here before we head up?” Adrian gave a small nod as you headed towards your dorm. 

You got ready while the rest of your roommates chatted around you. The dress you had picked out just before the school year started hung from a hanger on your four poster bed. The purple fabric of it was accented nicely by some small gold details. You had added a little bit of magic to it over the past few months, making it more your own, rather than just a second hand find. 

You found Adrian a few hours later, sitting in the same spot you had left him; his casual clothes now swapped out for dress robes, and his hair neatly styled. 

“You look nice,” you told him, causing him to look up. 

“Thanks.” He stood up, scratching the back of his neck. He looked at you, taking in your dress. “You look great. Did you get the sparks to work?” 

“Yes!” you said excitedly, looking down at the gold details. “Technically not sparks, but you’ll see. Wait till George can see them too. Can you carry this?”

You handed him your disposable camera, and he quickly put it in his pocket. He held out his arm, and you easily linked yours in it. You headed out of the common room, ready to meet up with your dates.

Walking up the stairs from the dungeons, the first person you saw standing in front of the Great Hall was Ron in his interesting dress robes. He was staring angrily at two people as they walked into the hall. It took a second to realize the girl was Hermione, having never seen her with her hair done like that before. You recognized the boy as Viktor Krum when he turned to greet one of his friends as he walked past them. 

Viktor’s friend turned in your direction, and his face lit up with a smile as he saw you and Adrian. You turned to Adrian, who was smiling just as brightly back at the Durmstrang boy. 

“A Durmstrang boy?” you whispered to Adrian as you made your way over to him. The boy was tall, at least a few inches taller than Adrian, and his long dark hair hung to his shoulders. When he reached the two of you, he turned his attention to you and took your hand, kissing it softly. His green eyes looked into yours briefly. 

“Adrian has talked a lot about you,” the boy said, dropping your hand. He looked back over at Adrian, the softest expression on both of their faces.

“This is Georgi,” Adrian introduced you. You looked at him, trying to hide your expression of slight shock. 

This is exactly why he wouldn’t tell you the name of his date. He knew you would tease him about going to the ball with a boy who shared a name so similar to your boyfriend. In all honesty though, the two boys were almost nothing alike. Georgi seemed a little more subdued and quiet, opposed to George who, though quieter than his brother, was still too loud for his own good. 

While making polite conversation with Adrian and his date, you were also trying to find the twins in the crowd of people. You noticed them coming down the stairs with Lee and Angelina, Lee soon hurrying off to find his date. 

You nudged Adrian in the side and gestured towards the twins. “I’ll be right back.” He nodded at you, and you set off through the crowd. 

“George!” you called as you ran up and hugged him. He and Fred were wearing matching outfits, probably passed down from their uncles to them.  

“Hello.” George pulled you back from the hug, looking at you fully. “You’re beautiful.” 

You ignored his statement, trying to hide the heat rising on your face. “Come on, I want you to meet Adrian’s date.” You looked at Fred and Angelina. “You too. I want a picture.” You pulled George’s hand, leading the group back through the crowd. 

“You put the camcorder in the Great Hall, right?” you said over your shoulder. 

“Yeah,” George confirmed. “About an hour ago. You’ll just need to hit record.” 

Meeting up with Adrian again, you gestured to George, introducing him to the Durmstrang boy. “George, this is Georgi. Georgi, George. My boyfriend.” 

They stared at each other for half a second before Fred butted in. 

“Well, isn’t that fun,” he said with a grin. 

You just grinned at Adrian, a smug look on your face.

You introduced Fred and Angelina and chatted for a bit before pulling another student over, who you knew was muggleborn, to take a picture of the six of you. Adrian nudged you and pointed to your dress. You looked down at it before realizing what he was suggesting. 

“Oh,” you said, catching the attention of the group. “I almost forgot. I added a little magic to my dress. Adrian, do you mind doing the honors?”

He pointed his wand at your dress, and a translucent, almost invisible smoke came out of the end. Tendrils of smoke reached out, attaching themselves to the center of each little gold detail and then disappearing into the dress. Each gold detail began to shake, as if filled with an immense energy. Suddenly, the details exploded across the dress, mimicking fireworks to the best of their ability. After a moment, they settled into their original shape. 

The group was staring at you, transfixed on what had just happened. 

“I’ve never seen a spell like that before,” Georgi finally said, a look of wonder on his face. 

“That’s because Adrian and I invented it, just for this,” you told him. You smiled as you looked over at Adrian. “We’ve been working on spells and such all of term in our free time. So far we only got the radio to work, and now this. This one isn’t perfect though. The smoke isn’t supposed to be there; it’s supposed to just be an immediate effect.”

George could tell that you were rambling now. He could see that your ramblings were bringing your excitement over the fantastic job you did down into doubt about how it didn’t work exactly how you wanted it to. He reached out and grabbed your hand. 

“It was beautiful,” he said. He looked into your eyes, trying to bring your attention to only him, trying to calm you down. “You know I love fireworks. Maybe they could be a part of the uniform at our shop.”

You smiled at him, giving a small laugh. “That would be wonderful.”

You turned back to the group and noticed Angelina standing by herself, Fred nowhere in sight. “Where’s Fred gone off to?” 

“He said he needed to talk to someone,” Angelina said, pointing towards the stairs that led towards the kitchens. 

You turned, expecting to find Fred putting a firecracker in someone's robes, but instead found him trying to get the attention of the Hufflepuff girl. She was standing close to another Durmstrang boy, but looked rather uncomfortable at the whole situation. She kept trying to scoot closer to Cedric, but every time she did, the Durmstrang boy would scoot with her. Cedric said something to her before he took Cho by the hand and led her into the Hall. Fred called her name again, but she continued to ignore him, instead saying something to her date before they too walked to the Hall. 

“Why didn’t he just ask her?” Angelina asked beside you. “I would’ve been fine going with someone else.”

“Because he’s an idiot,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“You’re not wrong,” Angelina agreed. 

The entrance hall was getting emptier as everyone filed into the Great Hall. You took this as the cue to follow suit. You stood in the large crowd, pressing play on your camcorder as the school champions were ushered to the dance floor. The dancing started, and George almost immediately pulled you to the dance floor as more people joined in. 

The night went by quickly, but you would always be able to watch it back thanks to your camcorder, and look at pictures that you took. 

Your favorite picture by far was one of Adrian squished in a hug between the twins, their red hair and gold vests standing out extravagantly against his all black outfit. Adrian and the twins were still not the best of friends, but over the past few months they had all agreed to try to get along for your sake. The twins liked to show their progress through aggressive acts of friendliness. 

The videos were another story. They showed the night in motion and sound, something you were eternally thankful for. You could never give enough thanks to your dad for buying the camcorder for you. 

The video of the school champions dancing showed Hermione being the happiest you had ever seen her. It was quickly interrupted by you laughing as George pulled you onto the dance floor, followed by Fred grabbing Angelina to dance with him. It even caught a bit of McGonagall dancing with Dumbledore, a surprising sight, as you had thought you would never see either of them dancing in your life. 

You caught a video of Percy, zoomed way in on his grumpy face as he watched his ex-girlfriend dancing with someone else. Penelope looked happy with the boy she was dancing with though. You knew in a few years, hopefully, Percy would be able to laugh at his emotions too. 

You got Fred and George pulling Percy, Ron, and Harry out of their seats as The Weird Sisters started to play. Ginny joined their group to dance with her brothers; the three excited Weasleys trying their best to dance the grumpiness out of the others. You set the camera down on a table, facing the group and ran to grab Adrian and Georgi. Passing Angelina and Alicia on the way back, you told them to come with you too. Your large group now took up much of the dance floor, but no one seemed to mind as you all jumped around to the song the band was playing. 

The next video had the band playing a slower song in the background. The camera just sitting on a table, having been accidentally turned on by someone. It showed the Hufflepuff girl sitting at a table with Percy. They were talking, but the music drowned out any words that they were saying. Percy looked a little happier than he did earlier. Fred came into frame, sitting next to Percy, but putting his whole attention on the girl. She said a few short words to him, but when it was obvious she didn’t want to talk, he got up and walked towards the camera. He must have noticed it was on, because he mumbled a few words at it before the video cut off. 

There was a short video of you and Adrian walking outside in front of the castle, lights sparkling around you. George and Fred were a few paces ahead of you, talking about something you couldn’t hear. Georgi had offered to record for a bit, even though he wasn’t quite sure what he was doing. The video cut off abruptly when the camera was dropped. 

The last video on the camera was George recording you as you were leaving the Hall for the night. 

“How was your night,” he asked from behind the camera. 

“I had a great night,” you told him, walking backwards. You were holding up your dress so you didn’t trip. “Better than some people.”

The camera panned over to Fred, who flicked it off. He had a smile on his face, though, so you knew he still had a wonderful time. George moved the camera to catch Angelina in frame. 

“Did you still have a good time,” he asked her, “even though your date was kinda a drag?” 

“I had a wonderful time,” Angelina said as she put her arms around Alicia and Katie, who were walking beside her. “I still had my best friends to lift the mood.” 

“And what about you,” George turned so now he was walking backwards, camera pointed at Adrian and Georgi. They were walking hand in hand, Adrian’s head resting on Georgi’s shoulder. 

“It was alright,” Adrian said, smiling up at his date. Georgi squeezed Adrian’s hand. 

You had now reached the base of the stairs that led up to the Gryffindor common room. Everyone stopped walking to say their goodbyes. 

“One more thing,” you said to the camera. “I wanna get my spell on record.” You grabbed out your wand and pointed it at your dress, setting the fireworks in motion. 

“Beautiful, as always,” George hummed behind the camera. “I think this is where we part ways.” He took your hand in his. “Goodnight, love.”

“Goodnight.” 

The video stopped as you leaned in to kiss him. 

[procrastinatorimagines]

Could Have Been More Part 5 (Final)

Fandom: Chicago PD / One Chicago

Series: Could Have Been More

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 (Final)

Characters: Hank Voight x Reader,

Warning/s: kidnapping/assault

Word Count: 3,298

Summary: So you’ve had your heart broken, accidentally derailed a police investigation, allowed a mass murderer to escape and now? Now you were bound and gagged and tossed in the back of a van, but Voight would get to you in time, right?

This was, without a doubt, the worst place you’d ever woken up, and you’d had a pretty interesting college experience. Your head felt like it was weighed down with cement as you tried to sit up, your wrists and ankles chafing and straining against rope ties. You weren’t tied down to anything specifically, but once your eyes focused more you realised that that wasn’t necessary, the man with the gun sat on a crate in the corner provided plenty of incentive for you not to try anything. 

“Nice and slow,” he warned like you could actually do anything but that as you struggled to get into a sitting position, resting your back on the van wall as your head pounded in time to the bumps of the tires below, vibrating the whole van as you drove along. 

There was another figure in the van too, you realised, a woman tied up opposite you, masses of red curls and an old punk rock tee... Jenny.

You tried to call out to her, only to find your mouth taped shut, so it came out as a desperate throaty cry, unable to do much else as she lay unmoving. Trying to steady your thundering heart you focused on her chest, letting out a small sigh of relief as you watched it rise and fall, albeit at a much slower rate than it should. They must have done a number on her, you thought, remembering the phone call with a shudder.

But Strauss couldn’t have grabbed you and her at the exact same time... You looked back to the man with the gun, your mind still foggy, but clear enough for you to realise that duh, this van needed a driver too. Strauss wasn’t working alone - did Intelligence know that?

This man was most definitely Strauss, you recognised the salt and pepper beard and bald head from his photo. So who was driving? Not that knowing right now would have done you any good, you kind of had bigger and more immediate things to worry about. You prayed to God or whoever was out there that this van was the vehicle Hank had been on the phone to Trudy about, because if it wasn’t... 

“If I take that ducktape off, will you scream?” Strauss asked, making his way over to you slowly as the van drove along, gun still very much pointed at your head. You didn’t reply. “Screaming won’t help you right now, trust me,” the way he said it was very much a threat, so you slowly nodded, terrified. He smiled sinisterly and removed the tape slowly.

You took a deep breath out your mouth but refrained from screaming, instead, you kicked into autopilot, so overwhelmed with fear and not knowing what to do that you focused on what you could. “I’m a paramedic,” you told him straight away, “I won’t try and fight you or anything, but if you could untie my hands I could check my friend, make sure she’s okay,” you told him, your tone less shaky and more professional than you’d anticipated. 

Strauss blinked, clearly not expecting that reaction, and glanced back to where Jenny lay, barely stirring by his feet. He gave her a harsh nudge with his foot that had your blood boiling but you held back, you were not good to Jenny dead or incapacitated yourself. Jenny stirred slightly and Strauss shrugged. “Seems fine to me,” he commented coldly.

“Is that your professional medical opinion?” You snapped, regreting it instantly as he regarded you like a predator did its prey. 

“Why do you think I care if she makes it out of this alive?” He asked and you swallowed, the images of the his victims flashing through your mind. 

“Well you didn’t kill her straight away, or me, seems like you need us alive,” you replied, remembering how quickly he’d apparently dispatched of his other loose ends - why had he spared you both?

Strauss laughed as you turned a corner, leaning his hand on the side for balance as the roads got a bit rougher; you must be off the main road now, you thought - where was he taking you?

“Well aren’t you a clever one?” He smirked, “and you’re right, I do need you alive, but only one of you, and if I’m honest, if I had to choose between the Sergeant’s girl or the nosy waitress...” he gestured with his gun between the two of you and you grimaced, this guy was pure evil. 

He let you figure out the rest of that sentence as he moved to sit back on the crate he had been perched previously, the logo of the restaurant clear on the side - this must have been one of their delivery vans, not a particularly smart move if you’re trying to avoid the police. 

“What do you want?” You demanded, struggling against the ropes around your wrists as you glared at him. He knew about you and Voight, which was not good, so you’d already figured that you were leverage, but to what end?

The van started to slow before Strauss could reply, a slow smile spreading across his face as the drivers door could be heard opening. You could hear birds and... water maybe just before the door shut again, but when the back opened and another man came in, you were sure you were by the docks. 

This man was... younger definitely, but the resemblance to Strauss was uncanny. You’d remembered from Voight’s file that he’d had a son, Dan? Dom? You couldn’t quite remember his name, but he’d previously dated the dead waitress before she’d started dating the first victim.

This wasn’t good.

“Do we call him now?” Asked... Dan, you were sure it was Dan. Dan looked to his father, gun in the waste band of his low jeans clear. You pulled at your ropes again, feeling them loosening a little as you looked on at the two men. Were they talking about Voight? You had a sinking feeling that they were. 

“Call him here, yes, but we move on straight away, before they can track our location,” Strauss told his son, who passed his father an old flip phone, a burner. 

“Why bother? You could have been out the state by now,” you dared, confused as to why they would dare incur the wrath of Intelligence rather than make a break for it while they still could. You kind of got the previous murders, in the sick sense that they were they only ones who could testify against him, but taking you and Jenny was a big risk. 

“Yeah if your boyfriend hadn’t flagged our passports and put our faces out at every border-” Dan complained but his father cut him off quickly, scolding him like a child, you actually winced when Strauss’ hand came into contact with his sons face, silencing him quickly. 

“Shut up,” he hissed and Dan cowered back, kid had probably faced that his entire life, you actually felt a little bad for him.

Strauss rubbed his temple before flipping open the phone and dialing a number, your heart quickening when Voight answered.

“Hello Sergeant,” Strauss greeted him way to cheerily as you heard Hank growl on the other end of the line. 

“Where is she?” He demanded, word clearly reaching him about you and his officers, you didn’t even know if they were still alive you realised. 

“Right here with me,” Strauss replied, kneeling down to head height and grabbing a bunch of your hair in his hand roughly so that you faced him. “Say hi Y/N,”

You met his eyes and kept your lips firmly closed, you could barely even hear Hank breathing on the other end of the line as he waited for you to answer. Strauss got impatient and pulled your hair back violently, letting go so your head smacked against the side of the van, hard. You cried out at the impact and Hank swore over the phone as Strauss stood back up, satisfied as you held back tears.

“See, she’s here, and alive,” he said, “if you want her to stay that way you’ll do exactly as I say.” You swallowed hard as he paused for dramatic effect, God this guy was pure evil.

“What do you want?” Voight demanded, violent anger coating every word. If you were being entirely honest, you okay with how Voight did his job sometimes, but he could do what ever he wanted to this son of a bitch, he deserved it.

“I want a chopper, I have a license so I don’t need a pilot, but I want to get out of the city, and I don’t want to be followed,” he replied and you couldn’t quite believe your ears, he couldn’t be serious could he? That would never work, he must have been desperate. 

“Done, should I call this number when I have it?” Hank told him quickly and you bit your tongue, nothing you could say would sway Voight’s decisions, he’d go to the ends of the Earth for people he cared about. Your restraints were getting a little bit looser as he kept talking, but you did your best to school your expression, not wanting to give anything away. 

“Excellent, but no, I’m not that stupid, I’ll call you in 20 minutes,” he told Hank, actually believing a chopper could be brought to him in 20 minutes. You heard Hank sigh on the other end, thinking the same as you.

“I’ll do my best but I’ll need more time than that-” Hank tried but Strauss hung up, checking his watch as he did and you realised he’d been timing the call, not wanting to be traced. 

“Destroy it and then get going to the next location” Strauss ordered his son, the rope around your wrists slacking enough so that you could slip your hands free. Strauss seemed to arrogant to not have tied them properly, Dan must have done them, you realised. 

Dan nodeed as Strauss tossed the phone, barely catching it as he took out the sim and broke it all, opening the back to get back to the drivers side as you saw your window of opportunity. 

As soon as the door opened and Strauss turned his back to take his seat again, you lunged for the door, arms out as you threw yourself at Dan. He lost his balance and you toppled sideways, but not out the door, crashing into the cold metal as he frantically pushed you away from him.

Strauss was on you in seconds, dragging you back with force and flipping you onto your stomach, roughly pulling your hands behind your back as you struggled in his grasp. He was able to retie your rope and snapped at Dan to keep going, an order which he shakily obeyed as he jumped out, slamming the door tight.

“You stupid bitch, did you think any of that through?” He snarled as he haulled you up, slamming you back and punching you in the gut before throwing you to the ground where you had previously been sat. 

You only glared in reply as he muttered more sexist insults, the van driving off a few seconds later. 

Taking a breath you looked to Jenny, watching her chest slowly rising and falling, her face paler than before. Let him think you had been stupid, a last ditch effort to escape, better that than know the truth. You’d never leave Jenny like this, or anyone, and you knew you wouldn’t have got far if you’d have gotten out, but that hadn’t been your plan. Resisting the urge to metaphorically pat yourself on the back you were conscious of the weight that was no longer around your neck. 

You’d thrown your necklace outside the van. The necklace that Hank had bought you for your birthday.

They wouldn’t have had a specific location for that call, and you’d seen multiple vans parked outside at this spot of the docks, but they’d definitely be coming to this area, and hopefully your necklace would put them on the right track, at least in terms of checking surveillance.

Or at least, that was your hope, but you didn’t have anything else, Jenny certainly didn’t. 

The noises around you changed as you drove, Strauss keeping his gun permanently trained on you now as the bird tweets turned to dog barks and the van took more turns. Based on Strauss’ history, you could probably guess the general area you were heading now, his old neighbourhoods. 

You didn’t quite get how a well of white man had ended up running drugs on this side of town, but you figured that that was the point, he’d been able build himself up because no one was looking for him, but everyone was looking now.

He was out of moves, and he was desperate. Hank would never give him a chopper, you knew that, you just hoped he had another play. It was Hank, when did he not, you told yourself as you turned yet again, sharper this time as Strauss rolled his eyes at his son’s driving.

Soon, 20 minutes was up, and you held your breath as the car turned one last time and slowed to a stop. There was a look on Strauss’ face now that scared you more than the others, what was his real plan here?

He pulled out a second burner and called Voight: “Times up Sergeant, for you and your girl if you don’t give me what I want,” he informed Hank as you swallowed. 

“I’m not the one whose time’s up,” was Voight’s only reply. Strauss’ face was one of confusion until your heard it, the blessed sound of police sirens, Hank was coming for you.

Strauss dropped the phone in shock as you heard the drivers side door open, and the clear sound of police arresting Dan. Strauss panicked, glancing at you as he pulled out a knife. 

Your heart was hammering, thinking he was going to kill you, but instead he cut the ropes around your ankles, throwing his knife away and pulling out his gun, dragging you to your feet as you heard boots surround the van.

“Albert Strauss, we have you surrounded, come out with your hands up and surrender. It’s over,” you heard Hank radio from outside as Strauss put a gun to your head. 

“It’s not over yet,” you heard him mutter as he forced you to go forward, Jenny stirring finally at your side as he ignores her. At least she’d make it, you thought as he opened the back doors. 

Swat was stood at the ready outside, but Hank made them hold their positions when he saw you.

“Let her go,” he instructed Strauss, not a question or suggest, he was going to let you go. You saw Hank’s gun at his side, finger iching against the trigger as he levelled his gaze at Strauss, his gun firmly planted next to your temple. 

You saw the rest of Intelligence too, guns at the ready as Atwater led Dan to a squad car, cuffs on, but Strauss didn’t seem to care.

“Hank-” you tried, voice filled with fear as Hank’s eyes landed on you, face softening and filled with worry.

“Shut up,” Strauss spat, tightening his grip on you before directing his attention to Hank, “I’ll kill her,” he informed him, no hint of remorse in his voice.

In the distance where Atwater was taking Dan, you could see ambo 61 pulling up, Sylvie jumping out before it had even fully stopped as she watched the scene unfold. 

“You kill her, you die,” Hank told him plainly, “the only way for you to get out of this is to come quietly, hand her over.” Hank knew it, you knew it, Strauss knew it, there was no way out now, it would all be decided now. 

You kept looking at Hank, thinking about eveything you never got to do, the rest of your life that you wanted to lead, you didn’t want it to end here. 

Voight’s knuckles were white gripping his gun as Strauss pondered what had been said. “I’ll never see daylight again,” he told Hank, “my life’s already over, you made sure of that, but at least this way I get to ruin yours now too.”

He was going to kill you, you realised quickly as your eyes went wide. Then, the sound of a gun shot. 

It all happened so fast you didn’t know what had happened, but you knew enough to know that if you were still thinking right now, you weren’t the one who’d been shot as you fell forward, hands catching you at the last second as you tripped out the back of the van.

Strong arms lowered you to your feet slowly as you shook, the side of your face wet with... blood, but it wasn’t yours, you realised. Someone was holding you, asking you if you were okay you realised through the ringing of your ears. It was Hank. Hank was here, he had you.

Looking back a little you saw Strauss on his back in the van, a bullet from Hank’s gun embedded in his head. 

Everyone around you was moving, securing the scene and letting the paramedics through.

“Hank...” you mumbled, trying to make sense of what had just happened. 

“It’s okay Y/N, you’re okay now,” he whispered, one hand on your shoulder, the other on your cheek, looking you over for signs of damage as you tried to breath.

Sylvie reached you quickly, face full of relief as Ruzek helped her into the van, Jenny was getting the help she needed. Good, you thought, still a little disoriented. 

“Y/N,” Hank repeated, bringing you back to reality.

“How did you find me?” You asked him as he reached into his pocket, pulling out your necklace, your plan had worked.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He smiled with relief.

“I thought-” you choked and he shook his head, pulling you into a hug as tears slipped down your cheeks as you realised just how close you came to dying.

“I know, but you’re alive,” he reassured you as Jenny was brought out on a backboard

“Is she?...” You asked quickly, breaking away from Hank. Sylvie smiled.

“She’ll be okay,” she informed you, squeezing your hand, “I’m just so glad you are too,” she said, her voice cracking.

“What, did you think I was going to leave you with Chout?” You tried to smile, actually laughing when Chout said ‘hey!’ Despite everything, if felt like your chest was cracking to do so. With one last look, Sylvie reluctantly headed back to the ambo, promising to check up with you as soon as she could. 

Hank hadn’t left your side yet, and you realised that he was holding your hand, in public. You looked down at your hands and then back at him, so relieved that he’d come for you, not that you’d ever doubted it.

“Hank-” you started, not sure what you were actually going to say, but needing to say something.

And then he kissed you, in full view of everybody. You could tell it got a bit quieter around you as he pulled away, as surprised by what he did as you were. “I nearly lost you today, I don’t ever want to lose you again,” he told you honestly, raw emotion for the first time as he held you in his arms, “I love you.”

You swallowed and took a shaky breath, still processing everything else that had happened today, but one thing was very clear, no matter what came next, you didn’t want to lose him either.

“I love you too,” you said.

[berkmansimagines]

Taken (Part 1/7)

A/N: Ok so I was never planning on writing something like this. The teen daughter reader getting kidnapped/taken by Fuches has been one of my most requested fics. I usually just redirected the requests to other stories I’ve written instead. It’s not because I didn’t want to write them. I was just nervous it would be too similar to things I’ve done in the past. But a few nights ago I got a really cool idea of how to do this type of fic while making it different. One thing lead to another and long story short, it kind of turned into this big thing. I’m not really sure how it’s going to end yet...

Summary: Fuches kidnaps Barry’s daughter.

tw: it gives like a pretty detailed description of a kidnapping (ngl I stressed myself out while writing it 😰)

Part 2 →

You’re walking home from school when you spot an old grey sedan parked outside your building. Something about the car made you feel off. It’s not one of the usual cars that’s parked on your street, but it looks familiar to you. You can’t quite remember who it belongs to or why you know it. 

You walk around the vehicle to give it a closer look. You stop when you read the license plate. It’s from Ohio. You gasp. Now you realize why you recognize the car-

ZAP

Suddenly you feel a quick sharp pain throughout your entire body. You let out a small yelp before your muscles freeze and you fall to the ground. Someone stands over you but you’re in a daze and your vision is momentarily blurry. You can’t make out who this person is, you just see a shadow. You try to stand up and fight back but your body is paralyzed. You’re completely incapacitated at the mercy of your attacker. 

Your vision slowly begins to come back. The first thing you see is a taser held by the person standing over you. Then you finally make out the person’s face.

“F...Fuches?” you stutter.

Fuches kneels down beside you and pulls out a roll of duct tape from a black duffle bag. Your eyes widen. Before you can let out any sort of noise, Fuches covers your mouth with the tape. You whimper as Fuches turns you over to your side. He roughly pulls your hands behind your back and ties them together.

“Atta girl,” Fuches mumbles.

You try looking around, hoping that a car or person would pass by and help. But there’s no one. The street is eerily quiet. It dawns at you that you can’t stop what’s happening. Tears begin streaming down your face. You’re absolutely terrified.

“Shhh… It’s okay,” Fuches brushes some hair away from your face, “We’re going on a trip.”

Fuches reaches into his duffle bag again and grabs a pillowcase. You try screaming again but it’s muffled from the gag. Fuches puts the pillowcase over your head and everything goes dark. He lifts you up your feet and starts dragging you. You kick him in your struggle but he just pulls you harder. 

“Quit fighting me you brat,” Fuches sounds annoyed.

Then you’re abruptly pushed down. You can’t see anything but it’s a small enclosed space and assume it’s a car trunk. You blindly attempt to kick Fuches again but he wraps his arm around your knees, forcing your legs together. With his free hand, Fuches binds your ankles with the duct tape. As soon as Fuches finishes tying you up, you hear the trunk slam shut.

Moments later the car starts moving. You try to scream as loud as you can through the gag and use all your strength to kick up the lid of the trunk. It was a long shot that if someone was outside they could actually hear your cries for help, but you’re desperate.

Unfortunately the only person that hears you is Fuches. He turns on the radio and puts the volume on full blast, cancelling out any noise that you try to make. You give up and stop kicking. Your cries turn into sobs. You feel so defeated and helpless. You’ve never been this afraid in your entire life. 

-

Hours later Barry finally arrives home from a long, challenging acting class. He’s exhausted. At this point, all he wants to do is eat dinner and catch up with you. Listening to you talk about school is honestly Barry’s favorite part of the day. He loves just being a normal proud dad.

But when Barry opens the door, he finds the apartment dark and empty. It doesn’t look like anyone has been there since he left for class. Barry turns the light and looks around, confused. You should be home by now. 

“Y/N!” he calls out your name hoping for a response.

Silence. Barry is anxious but tries not to panic. He tells himself that you’re probably with your boyfriend, Steve.

Barry pulls his phone out of his back pocket and calls you. He’s going to tell you to come home. After a few rings, somebody answers-

“Hey buddy.”

Barry’s entire body tenses up and the color drains from his face. It’s not your voice on the phone, but Barry knows who it belongs to. A ghost from Barry’s past, the devil trying to force his way back in. 

Despite the millions of thoughts racing through Barry’s head, he’s stunned speechless. After a few moments that feel like an eternity, he finally speaks up.

“Fuches,” Barry’s breathes. 

“I was expecting you to call hours ago. Did it really take you that long to figure out your daughter’s missing? Real father of the year,” Fuches quips.

“You don’t have to do this. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll kill whoever you want. Just please don’t hurt my kid. Let her go,” Barry tries. His voice drops so low it’s almost a whisper.

“No can do. It’s a long drive and we still have a ways to go,” Fuches snickers.

“Where are you taking her?” Barry nervously asks.

“I’m taking her home, Barry. Your real home,” Fuches replies.

Barry’s jaw drops, “Cleveland? Fuches, no you can’t-”

“If you ever want to see the kid again, you’ll meet me there,” Fuches warns Barry.

“Ok, yeah. I’ll go back to Cleveland,” Barry quietly concedes, “At least let me talk to her.”

At this point, Barry just  needs to hear your voice and make sure you’re not hurt. He wants to tell you it’s going to be okay. He’s coming for you.

“Well she’s gagged in the trunk of my car, so she’s not really available to chat right now,” Fuches shrugs.

Your father’s eyes widen. His mind flashes to you alone, scared and crying in the trunk of Fuches’ car. It infuriates him. He clenches his jaw.

“Fuck you,” Barry says through gritted teeth, “I’m going to kill you. You hear me? You’re a dead man.”

“I’ll see you in Cleveland.”

The line goes dead.

“FUCHES YOU FUCK!” Barry yells. 

Barry is so angry, it’s like he’s seeing red. Korengal and the monastery rampage were nothing compared to the rage he feels right now. Your father tried so hard to keep you safe and he failed. And of all the people who could’ve taken you it had to be Fuches. That makes Barry’s blood boil.

He urgently scrolls through his phone to check your location tracker. He put one on your phone a while ago in case anything happened. He prays it’s still working. If Fuches disabled it he’d be out of leads and totally fucked. 

Barry sighs in relief when he sees it’s still on. Then he notices the location - you’re approaching Las Vegas. Shit. Fuches had a significant head start over him. But your father is determined to catch up with you two before reaching Cleveland. 

He hastily grabs his gun, wallet and car keys before rushing out the door. He’s not going to stop driving until he finds you.

[chimmyboii]

Nice Guy - Part 1

Pairing: Chanyeol x reader x Baekhyun 

High School au!

Summary: After finding out her boyfriend, Baekhyun had cheated on her at a party, Y/N goes into meltdown. Chanyeol, Baekhyun’s best friend, decides he can’t stand watching the girl completely fall apart because of his best friend and decides to befriend her.

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The teacher drones on and on, I continue to tap my pencil against my jotter. Head leaning against my hand until it goes numb. I think about Baekhyun, about his smile, his lips, how he makes me feel. Just everything. These thoughts continue to roam around me head, getting dirtier and dirtier until I think about our night together last Friday. How his hands caressed my body, the feel of him inside me. I can feel myself getting aroused at the thought. Sneakily, I reach down and grab my phone from my bag, I type a text to him.

Me: thinking of youuu ;’((

I notice I have number of notifications. One from WhatsApp, and almost twenty from Snapchat. Frowning, I click on WhatsApp first, seeing as it was my best friend Lisa that had message the girls group chat. I re-read her message, the frown still on my face. 

Lisa: y/n please don’t go on snapchat! 

I eye the number of notifications on the app. I click on it, unable to help myself, the curiosity getting the best of me. Most of the notifications are from other pupils from the school, people I don’t talk to. A lot of the messages were from girls apologising to me, hoping I’m okay, that I deserved better. What the fuck. I click on the Snap from Jongdae that he sent me this morning, that I forgot to open. It was a video, but not just any video. It was practically a sex tape. It seemed to be filmed in Chanyeol’s bathroom, I recognised the wallpaper. The girl is propped up on the sink, legs spread wide. The male has his hand between her leg, thrusting his fingers rapidly into her. The volume on my phone is low but I can still hear the moaning coming from the girl and Jongdae’s quiet snickering. Still feeling confused, I look at the caption Jongdae had labelled the video.

Baekhyun and his girl Y/N getting it onnnn lollllolll ;)

“Yassss Baekhyun man, get it!” Jongdae’s voice cheered in the video, the man’s head snapped to the door. I gasp loudly, causing the person next to me to glance at me. Baekhyun quickly withdraws his hand from the girl, causing her to whine and tug at him, wanting him to continue. Baekhyun hurries to the door where it seems Jongdae is standing.

“What the fuck man!” Baekhyun growls, reaching for the phone. The video ends there. I stare as the video as it once again replays, it’s the second time I note how sober Baekhyun is. Being in a relationship with him for three years, I have seen him drunk a number of times and I can assure you that Byun Baekhyun is completely sober in that video. I click back on to WhatsApp and text Lisa.

Me: I saw it. When was the video filmed?

Lisa quickly replies back. 

Lisa: It was at the party on Friday, I’m so sorry y/n

I feel sick. I lean my head on the desk in hopes the nauseous feeling would disappear. I can feel the tears begin to well up. Last Friday was Chanyeol’s football game and I knew the boys were planning on having a party afterwards. But I had a test on Monday, it was a resit, so it was important for me to pass it. I told Baekhyun I wouldn’t be able to make it, but he insisted that he’d spend some time with me before going to the party. Baekhyun had come over after Chanyeol’s game. The memory that once aroused me is now making me feel sick.

I lay breathless on the bed, Baekhyun flopped beside me. My body still tingled from the intense orgasm I had. Rolling over, I lean my head on Baekhyun’s chest, his hand began to stroke at my hair. It was silent, just the sound of our breathing returning to its normal state. I turn my face a bit and press kisses on his chest. Baekhyun hums, pressing his own kiss on the crown of my head. My index finger draws circles on his pelvis bone, just above from his crotch. Baekhyun lets out a chuckle.

‘You want to go again?’ I nod almost bashfully, sitting up I swing my leg over his waist, straddling him. I rub myself over is limp length, enticing a moan from him. ‘Two orgasms and you still want more!’

I giggle, rubbing myself against him harder, listening to slick sound of my arousal. ‘I can’t help it; you make me feel soooo good!’ I whine playfully. I can feel him start to harden once again underneath me. Baekhyun sits up, hands wrapping themselves around my waist. He presses kisses along my collarbone and down to my chest. I clutch at his neck, leaning my cheek against the side of his head, I let out soft sighs. Baekhyun’s left hand reaches down to breast and clutches it, his lips trail down until they are sucking onto my nipple. I tug at his brown hair, rocking my hips faster against his hard length. Baekhyun stops me, lifting my hips up and positions his length at my entrance. Slowly, I lower myself on to his hard length.

‘Fuck Baekhyun,’ I breath, leaning back slightly so I can see his face. I connect our lips, allowing my tongue to dance with his. I rock my hips back and forth. Baekhyun guiding me with his hands. 

‘That’s it baby,’ he moans, now lifting his hips up to meet mine. I whine and lean my head against his shoulders, Baekhyun falls back onto the bed pulling me with him. From this position, Baekhyun is able to thrust up harder, making me squeal. He keeps thrusting until I feel myself heat up deliciously, a fluttering feeling arriving at the pit of my stomach.

‘I’m going to cum,’ I gasp, gripping the pillow next to Baekhyun’s head. Baekhyun takes this a sign to thrust even harder until I can’t breathe. 

‘Oh my God!’ I yelp, coming around his length. I twitch in Baekhyun’s hold, the pleasure almost hurting. I feel Baekhyun thrust two more times before he releases his load inside of me, it’s hot, making me shiver. Leaning back, I look at this sweaty face and smile happily. He returns the smile, leaning up to press a kiss to my lips. We kiss for a while, lips dancing along with each other. 

‘I love you,’ I whisper against his lips, I press two more kisses before sitting back. His face was blank, his brown eyes roam my face. I look at the clock on my bedside table. It was almost eight. Rolling off Baekhyun, his length slips from me.  

‘You better get ready baby,’ I say pressing a kiss to his cheek before going to bathroom to clean up and take a shower. When I got back, Baekhyun was dressed and was styling his hair in front of my wardrobe mirror. I go up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck.

‘I’m so lucky to have you,’ I breath. Baekhyun smiles softly, before turning around and kissing me deeply. 

He sighs in my mouth before pulling back, ‘I better go,’ I nod dizzily, my mouth chasing his. Baekhyun pulls out of my embrace and presses a quick kiss to my cheek. 

‘See you Monday!’ he smiles cheekily, ‘good luck with your studying, you’ll ace it babe!’ And with that he was gone out the front door. 

The nausea feeling was more prominent now, shooting my hand up in the air. The teacher stops speaking and looks at me wide eyed.

“Yes, Miss Y/N?” he asks. The rest of the students turn around and look at me. Some look at me with a pitied look on their face – my own eyes widen. How do they know? Looking back at the teacher.

“I don’t feel well, can I go to the toilet?” He just nods before resuming explaining the problem on the board. I practically sprint from the classroom to the toilet. Once inside, I rush to the nearest cubicle and slam the door shut, locking it. I lean over the toilet and gag, hoping to be sick and get rid of the nauseous feeling. Nothing comes up, I just continue to gag. As this is happening, tears begin to slip down my cheeks. I don’t realise until they hit the water in the toilet pan. Leaning back, I let out the first ugly sob, the pain of the betrayal finally catching up with me. Pulling out my phone, the lock screen making me sob harder. It’s a picture of Baekhyun and I at his birthday two months ago. With shaky hands, I click on Lisa’s contact and press call, knowing she has a free period right now. It rings for three then I hear her voice.

“Hello? Y/N?” I can barely greet her; sobs just keep coming out. “Babe, where are you?”

“Bath-r-room,” I stutter out, “the one by the science department,” Lisa hums, I can hear her slamming and banging in the background.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” with that she hangs up. I lean my head against the toilet and continue to sob.

Three years we had been together, I may be naïve, but I truly believed he was the one for me. I gave him everything; he was my first everything. First kiss, first love and first time. And now, I can’t get that back. It’s been completely ruined. All I see now, looking at his face, is his hand between that girls’ legs. The same hands that were between mine five hours before. 

My thoughts were broken by the sound of the bathroom doors slamming open, hitting off the wall. I sit up and unlock the door and face Lisa. As soon as the doors open, she spreads her arms wide, inviting me into a hug. I fall into her, sobbing again. I continue to cry into Lisa’s arms until there’s no tears left to cry. Lisa’s fruity perfume calms me slightly until I pull away and lean against the sink. 

“I just don’t understand,” I whisper, throat sore after all the crying I had done. Lisa reaches into her backpack and pulls out a bottle of water handing it to me. I nod in gratitude. “I mean he was completely sober!” 

Lisa’s doe eyes widen and her mouth drops.

“He was sober?! Jongdae told me he was drunk,” I shake my head.

“No, I know when Baekhyun’s drunk and he certainly wasn’t there.” I gulp some more water before sighing. 

“I could forgive him if he was drunk,” Lisa looks at me, eyes glaring slightly.

“You’re going to stay with him?” she asks, I shake my head rapidly but then shrug. 

“No, y-yes! Ugh, I don’t know,” I whine, heart beating painfully in my chest.

“Babe he cheated on you!” Lisa reasons, “and like you said he was sober, he knew exactly what he was doing.”

“Yeah but why? Why did he feel the need to cheat on me?” Lisa sighs, her arm wraps around my shoulder.

“I don’t know Y/N,” Another tear slips down my face, I roughly wipe it away.

“I know this a bit TMI, but he literally fucked me that night, before he left for the party,” Lisa grimaces.

“That’s disgusting and more the reason for you to dump his ass!” 

We fall silent and I wash my face over the sink. I look at the phone beside me when I remember something.

“How does everyone know about it?” I ask Lisa. She sighs, pulling out her own phone and clicking on Facebook, she scrolls through her feed for moment before groaning. 

“It’s been taking down. Basically, Jongdae uploaded the video to Facebook on Friday,” I groan and place my head in my hands. 

“Why did he have to do that!” I moan and Lisa rubbed my shoulders.

“Drunk Jongdae has no brain!” I was about to comment more when the bell went, signally the end of period and the start of lunchtime. My heart began hammering loudly in my chest again as I knew I’d have to face him – and the rest of the student body. At the look on the face Lisa grips my shoulders.

“You can do this okay? Whatever you choose to do, I’m here,” I nod, gulping. Lisa walks me back to my science class to collect my bag and jacket I had left there. My teacher notes my pale face and assumes I’m ill. He wishes me to get well soon, I just nod. We walk slowly to the canteen; my legs feel like jelly as the canteen comes into view. The memories of Baekhyun and I flash through my mind. I feel choked up again as I realise, I’m about to lose him. I stop suddenly, tugging Lisa with me. 

“I’m going to lose him,” I whimper out, feeling like I’m about to have a panic attack. Lisa shushes me, running a hand over my arm.

“You don’t need him Y/N, you never did. You lived without him before, you can do it again. And anyway, he’s the one that losing you, you were the best thing that ever happened to him!” Lisa suddenly ranted, her chubby cheeks turning red with rage as she continued. “He’s the one that ruined this, he deserves to feel pain like you do,” I nod, the video coming back to mind. With sudden courage and anger, I drag Lisa into the canteen with me. 

I spot the boys sitting at their usual table at the back of the canteen by the window. I spot him first. Of course, I would, even after what he’s done to me, my eyes will always seek him out. He’s poking at Kyungsoo, laughing like nothing is wrong – like he didn’t just cheat on me three days ago. I storm towards him, Jongin catches my eye. His eyes widen and he quickly nudges Jongdae who quickly looks in my directions. Jongdae clears his throat loudly and nods his head in my direction. The rest of the boys stop talking and look in my direction; Minseok waves at me but stops when he sees the look on my face. Baekhyun finally turns to me when he notices Kyungsoo eyes have followed the rest of the boys. 

Baekhyun’s face lights up, he stands from his chair and makes his way towards me, meeting me halfway. He places his hand on my waist, which I quickly yank off like I was burnt. He frowns for a moment but then goes to plant a kiss on my lips, I turn my head to the side abruptly, his lips grazing my cheek. I push him away harshly, he bangs into Junmyeon who sat behind him. Baekhyun glares slightly.

“What the hell, babe?” I let out a growl.

“What the hell, babe? Really?!” I shriek, pushing at his chest again. Lisa utters my name in warning, eyeing the rest of the canteen. The rest of the students have stopped eating and talking. Their gaze’s intent on both Baekhyun and I. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and calm myself, even though I have every right to go crazy. When I reopen my eyes, they are blurry again with tears. Baekhyun’s face falls and I notice the realisation on his face. He knows that I know.

“Why?” I croak out, he opens his mouth and I can just tell by the look on his face he’s about to make an excuse. “And don’t say you were drunk because I saw the video Baekhyun. You were not fucking drunk!” He hangs his head and shrugs. I scoff and shake my head. I look at the rest of the boys behind him, they’re silent watching us. My eyes scan over every boy until they connect with Jongdae who suddenly bursts.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know it wasn’t you I swear! I-I was drunk and saw Baekhyun and I thought she was you – that’s no excuse I know-”

“Be quiet, Jongdae!” he immediately shuts up, “it’s not you I want an explanation from,” I glare at Baekhyun who still looks at his feet. 

“Come on, babe!” I prod sarcastically, “tell me why you felt the need to shove your fingers up another girls hole!” Baekhyun flinches at my words and I laugh bitterly. “What’s the matter Baekhyun? Don’t like hearing it out loud, well tough! Doesn’t matter anyway because the whole school fucking knows!” At this Jongdae mutters a weak ‘sorry’ which I ignore, my eyes never leaving my boyfriend who still continues to stand there emotionlessly staring at the ground. 

I gasp, my heart breaking further as I continue to look at him, now realising. “You don’t care, do you?” my voice breaks and that’s when Baekhyun finally looks at me. “That’s why you’re not answering because you don’t care that you cheated. You don’t care that you hurt me-”

“I do!” Baekhyun cuts off, his voice high. “I do care about you, Y/N.”

“Then how could you do this, Baekhyun?” Once again, he shrugs, and this time I can’t stop the sob escaping my throat. He takes a step towards me; I shake my head and step back. “I love you,” I whimper and Baekhyun winces, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. Shaking my head, “You can’t even say it back,” I turn to leave but Baekhyun reaches out and grabs my wrist.

“Wait, Y/N please,” he pleads and tug at my arm. Kyungsoo stands and gently peals Baekhyun’s hand off of me. 

“Let her go, Baekhyun.” Baekhyun roughly shakes his head, eyes now welling up with tears. He pushes Kyungsoo off him and pulls me towards him, wrapping his arms around my waist as an attempt to hug me. 

“No, no, no,” he mutters, “I can’t let you go please. Y/N don’t do this,” Leaning my head against his chest, I swallow back the tears that threaten to escape. Taking a step back, I wipe them off my face. 

“I didn’t do this, Baekhyun, you did,” With that I walk out of the canteen, ignoring the looks from the other students. Lisa walks slowly behind me, not saying anything, just letting me have my moment. We go outside onto the school grounds and find a bench to sit on. The wind felt refreshing, and it calmed me in a weird way. The sound of rapid footstep coming towards us had me tensing, expecting it to be Baekhyun.

“Y-Y/N?” the deep voice called from behind me. I turn around, along with Lisa, and see Chanyeol. He shifted his weight onto one foot then the other, looking between me and Lisa. “Is it okay if I talk to you alone?” Lisa glares, suddenly becoming protective.

“She doesn’t need any of Baekhyun’s bitches coming to give her grief!” Lisa barked and Chanyeol’s eyes rounded, hands raising up in defence. 

“I-I’m not, I just want to know if she’s okay…”

“Does she look okay to you?!” I calmly place a hand on Lisa’s shoulder, she looks at me, her features softening. 

“It’s okay,” I nod, Lisa sighs before standing up and grabbing her backpack. She turns back to me as Chanyeol takes her seat. “I’ll be in the library if you need me,” I just nod before turning to the nervous tall boy beside me. We’re silent, I’m waiting for him to announce why he’s here. The thing is about Chanyeol, he’s Baekhyun’s best friends, have been since nursery. But we never spoke, not really, only the passing greetings or just general discussing. 

“Ummm…how are you- wait! Don’t answer that, that’s a stupid question!” I shake my head, smiling softly. He falls silent again, right leg nervously shaking, foot tapping on the ground. I watch other students, a couple, walking past us hand-in-hand. They look at each other adoringly, giggling to each other. I look at the girl, she gazes at the boy with bright eyes, practically heart eyes. As I gaze at her, I realise that that girl will give everything to that boy, and she has no guarantee he will love her the way she loves him. She will waste her high school years, loving him until he decides one day, he doesn’t want her anymore.  

“Three years,” I start, startling Chanyeol who turns to look at me. “I loved him for three fucking years! And now look at me, broken, ruined. And he couldn’t even give me a fucking reason!” I shout, the couple turn to me and I glare at them. 

“I’d run if I were you!” I shout at the girl, her soft eyes squint in confusion, “he’ll never love you. He’ll use you too keep his bed warm, keep his dick wet and then he’ll dispose of you! Men can’t love!” I see her chin wobble and then she bursts out crying. Her boyfriend turns to me and glares angrily. 

“Hey, psycho bitch! Keep your opinion to yourself. Just cause your boyfriend fucking cheated on you doesn’t mean other men will!” I stand, steam practically exploding from my ears and was about to charge for him when Chanyeol wraps he’s long arms around me. I yell at him to let me go, punching down on his hands. 

“C-Could you guys ummm, leave please!” Chanyeol begs the couple. The girl rapidly nods and tugs her boyfriend away. “Y/N please calm down.” Eventually, I did, settling back onto the bench. I hunch over, my face in my hands. 

“He didn’t even say he was sorry; you know?” I mumble, looking up I see Chanyeol nod. “All he did was fucking shrug, I mean who shrugs their fucking shoulders when they get caught cheating?!”

“Baekhyun did,” Chanyeol commented and I roll my eyes. 

“Must be a guy thing,” I state and Chanyeol scoffs, so I turn to him and I glare, “What got something to say? Going to defend your bestie?”

This time Chanyeol glares and I sit frozen, I have never seen him angry before. 

“That guy was right, Y/N. Not all men are like that okay? Yes, what Baekhyun did was a shitty thing to do but that’s Baekhyun, he’s his own person.” I gulp, feeling a little intimidated at Chanyeol. “I know for a fact that if you were my girl, I would have never treated you like that, ever!” My mouth drops at his confession. “I-I mean, hypothetically speaking, ummm…no girl deserves to be treated like that.” Slowly, I nod unsure of what to say. The bell rings for the last two periods of the day, saving me from having to create an awkward response. Chanyeol stands and rummages through his trouser pockets and pulls out his phone, quickly he unlocks it and pushes it in front of my face. On his screen is a number, I look up at him confused.

“It’s my number,” I nod, still just looking at it, “i-in case you just want to talk or something, I don’t mind, I’m a good listener,” 

“But Baekhyun’s your best friend. Wouldn’t it be weird if I called you to rant about him?” Chanyeol shakes his head, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Nah, I may be his best friend but he’s still a dick. And anyway, I wouldn’t mind having some more blackmail on him,” a cheeky smirk appears on his face and I let out a light laugh. Taking out my own phone, I stare at the wallpaper for a second before opening it to my contacts. After I put in his number, Chanyeol offered to walk me to class. I spot Kyungsoo and Jongin eyeing us by the stairs, so I declined.

“No, it’s okay, I’m going to meet Lisa. But thanks anyway and also thanks for you know, coming to check on me. You didn’t have too,” Chanyeol shakes his head, a cute smile on his lips.

“I wanted to. And I meant what I said, you can call me whenever, at any time I don’t care,” Chanyeol reaches out and places his large hand on my shoulder and squeezes it gently. “You’ll be okay, Y/N.” With one last smile, he walks off to where the Kyungsoo and Jongin are waiting by the staircase. I turn around and spot Lisa standing by the library entrance, a confused look on her face. 

“What the hell was that about?” she asks, I just shrug unsure myself. As soon as we walk around the corner, Baekhyun comes up the stairs. His eyes widen as he spots me, quickly he dashes towards me, shouting my name, Chanyeol grabs a hold of him before he can reach me.

“No, man, you’ve done enough,” Chanyeol growled, Baekhyun’s eyes darken and was about to resort when Kyungsoo step in. 

“Now’s not the time, we’ve got class come on!” He and Jongin tug the two boys away from Lisa and me. I sigh in relief, looking at Lisa whose eyes are trained on their retreating figures. 

“I can’t wait to go home and forget about this,” I complain, beginning to walk to class, Lisa hums beside me. In class, I think about Chanyeol’s words about me being okay and I just hope it’s true. I know one thing for sure; Baekhyun is going to regret fucking cheating on me.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #423

“i won’t think about you when i’m older  /  ‘cuz we never really had our closure”

Are you better at cooking dinners or making cakes/biscuits/sweets? Neither. Have you ever cut someone else’s hair? No. Who was the last guest in your house and what were they staying for? My late grandmother's husband stayed overnight when he was driving from New York to Florida or the other way around, idr. How many long term relationships have you been in? Two. Do you sleep with all the lights out, or do you leave a lamp or even the television on? My snake's heat lamp stays on. Who is one person you have forgiven, but still have not “forgotten” what they have done? My dad. Are you a fan of Lana Del Rey? I don't think I've even heard one of her songs. Do you know your blood type? A-. Do you know your mother’s birthday? Yes. Have you got your period at the moment? I haven't had my period since I started TMS. It's honestly so fucking frustrating that it obviously had an effect on my body, but not my depression. I've officially finished TMS as of a few days ago and now I just feel so void of hope. Have you ever been pregnant? No. How old were you when you first went on a plane? Idr, I was a little kid. Have you ever had to take out a loan for anything? Not me personally, but my parents have for my education that I threw away. Are both of your blood parents still in your life? Yes. I don't see my dad a lot, but he's still in my life regardless. When was the last time you went apple picking? I’ve never been. Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say? Happiness. Have you ever been drunk at school or work? I have not. How many bedrooms are in your house? Three. Are you smart about computers? Not really, no. Have you ever played Just Dance for Wii? Yes. My sister loved them, so we have a few. Do you own a Xbox 360? No. I'm a PlayStation girl. Would you ever do a sex tape for a million dollars? No. I'd be mortified. So, do you need a nap? I really should take one. I slept like... maybe three hours last night. I was up most of the night having a fucking life crisis. What would you rather be doing? Something fun. What sport are you the best at? I haven't touched any sort of sport since I was a teenager. Do you have a little sister? What’s her name? Yeah, Nicole. Do you complain a lot? Kind of, but I generally try to keep it in surveys nowadays. I'm just tired of shit. Would you rather go to an authentic haunted house or an ancient temple? Ohhh, tough pick, but I've gotta say the ancient temple. Do you like fruity or minty gum? Both, really. Are you looking forward to any day of this month? Well July is practically over, so I'll answer for August. I'm looking forward to my nephew's birthday. Have you ever gotten detention? A few times for getting too many morning tardies in high school. Is there a traumatic event that you’ve experienced that’s changed your life? Definitely. Do you buy a majority of your clothes from a certain store, or do you just pick out items of clothing you could see yourself wearing, not caring about the store it came from? The latter. Have any of the artists you’re fond of released new albums recently? Powerwolf did recently. Would you ever keep your favorite animal as a pet? I could write a college-length essay on why meerkats do not make good pets whatsoever. Do fucking not get one. I can barely fathom how it's legal in some countries. Ever cried so much you threw up? No, but I've gagged. Who is your best guy friend? Girt. What do you two do when you hang out? Mostly just watch TV and play board games. What is a movie that you thought you would hate but you ended up loving? I dunno, really. Do you even like horror movies? I love horror movies. Do you live in the country? I wish I still did. :/ Me and Mom hate hate hate living in these suburbs. What is your favorite accent? British. Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No. Do you drink Pepsi or Coke? Coke. Pepsi is gross. What do you plan to do on your 21st birthday? I was literally in the psych hospital for my 21st birthday lmao. It's kind of a painful memory, but I also won't forget the love and kindness people showed me. I especially remember the friend I made there getting the lunch lady to literally go and buy me a slice of cake. Everyone also sang happy birthday to me and gaaaah I'm getting emotional. Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? That was my dad's drink of choice when he drank. Do you take a lot of pictures? Unless I have my camera and am somewhere pretty, no. What kind of face wash do you use? Water, lol. Does drama always seem to follow you? Nah. Does anybody in your family race? No. Are you closer to your mom or dad? My mom. How much money did you used to get from the ”tooth fairy?” Uhhh... I want to say $2 or something? I might be way off, idr. How long do you want to live with your parents? I WISH I could have moved out with an s/o already, but that's just not how life's worked out. Do you have a laptop or desktop? I have a laptop. Do you like your parents? I love them. Do you secretly like someone? It's not a secret, no. Would you ever date your best male friend? Tried that once and it didn't work out. I liked him more as like a brother. What are you currently listening to? "Better Than Me" by Hinder. I really need to turn it off, but I can't make myself. Do you want to be single? I really wish I had a partner to love and motivate me to strive to do better, but I know it's better I'm single right now. I'd just relive the Jason situation, I'm sure. I'd just drag the person down and lose them. Did you go out or stay in last night? I'm almost always at my fucking house not doing shit, so. Have you pretended to like someone? No, that sounds pretty stupid... How is your heart lately? Hurting. A lot. Are you wearing socks? I hate wearing socks and I'm in bed anyway, so no. What do people call you? Britt, mostly. Do you get stressed out easily? VERY. Have you ever been taken to the emergency room in an ambulance? No. What is wrong with you right now? Where the hell to begin. Do you own something from Hot Topic? A lot. Would you rather sleep with someone else or alone? With someone, so long as the bed is big enough to comfortably fit two of us. Do you still talk to the person you last made out with? No. I'm certain he wants nothing to do with me. Have you ever seen your best friend cry? Sadly. Did you get any compliments today? Definitely not. I look and feel like a wreck right about now. There's nothing to praise me about. Have you ever gone to a beach? Many times. What would you say if someone asked you to get high right now? Unless it was an edible, no. I'd do almost anything to try and make me feel better right now, even if just for a little while, but I'm unwilling to smoke anything. Do you believe that everything happens for a reason? HELL no. Have you ever done volunteer work just because you wanted to? Honestly, no. Do you have long nails? No; I never do because I have an awful habit of picking at them. Do you like the gender you are? I don't like or dislike it, honestly. I'm just neutral. Do you generally look nice in photos? HA. Have you ever had a stick insect as a pet? No. What colour are your father’s eyes? They're dark brown. If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer? Ozzy, duh. Name three facts about your family? We're very, very spread out geographically, some of us (in other words, me) are emotionally distant, and uh... idk. Would you ever get into a long distance relationship? Only if it was a certain person, our lives were more on track, and we were making plans for either of us to move soon. What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received? Probably this really long letter my mom wrote for me on my bday a couple years ago. What’s your favorite hot beverage? Hot chocolate. Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? I played the flute for many years, all through middle school and through much of high school. Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? Carve pumpkins, for sure. Do you think you’re important? I don't fucking know. Probably not. What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received? Idk. Have you been diagnosed with any mental disorders? *hands over thick book* Have you ever moved to another state or country? If so, how did it feel to be new? No. Do you know how to properly eat food with chopsticks? No. My hands are way, way too shaky to ever accomplish that. Are you more of a leader or a follower? Definitely a follower, but I can step up in certain situations. What was the first thing you ate today? Well, I was seriously depression-eating last night, way past midnight, and had a peanut butter sandwich. If you could spend the day, doing absolutely anything, with anyone, anywhere, what would it be like? LET'S NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT RIGHT NOW. If I were to ask you how you are doing, and you were only able to answer completely honestly, what would come out? "Falling apart." I've lost direction, motivation, strength, hope, just everything. What is the one thing that you have been avoiding that you should do? I need a fucking shower so bad that it's embarrassing. I just can't move. I have no energy, emotionally or physically. I just can't make myself do it. Is there anything that you wish you could take back? So, so badly. What, in your mind, could make you truly happy? Actually reaching goals. Losing weight. Healing my legs. Knowing with certainty that I wasn't emotionally abusive to Jason. Moving out of this town and back into the country. Financial stability. A job I thoroughly enjoy. I could go on, but let's not. If you could change one conversation in your life, what would you say differently? Would it have REALLY made any difference? God, let me take back shit I said in that fucking letter to you-know-who. It's so hard to believe I once thought it perfectly justified and realistic. When is the next time you’ll change your hairstyle? Will you color it? I don't have any plans of changing the style in the foreseeable future. I want to color it BADLY. To just SOMETHING. Do people normally say you’re a fast typist, or are you rather slow? I'm like, a lightning-fast typist. Have you ever been considered the ‘smartest person in school?’ No; my best friend in HS was, though. Her GPA was fucking insane. I was in the top percentile, though, so I was up there. What the hell happened to that girl. How many drugs are in your system? If we're including prescriptions, a whole hell of a lot. What’s on your schedule for tomorrow? Jack shit. Like usual. Do you currently have any bite marks/hickeys on your body? No. Do you call anyone baby? Excluding my pets, no. What’s your current mood? lol if you've gotten this far reading, you can make an educated guess. Do you think you are a good person? Bro I just don't know. What were you doing before filling out this survey? I was playing WoW. How late did you stay up last night? Like, 4:30 or so. When was the last time you cried really hard? I wanna say like a week ago? Is your hair longer than your shoulders? No. It still badly needs a trim, though.

[chaoslordjoe]

#BlackSunWeek2020 Day 2 - Resurfacing

“Fuck this heat…” Nora Valkyrie whined, carrying herself on Yang Xiao Long’s back as Yang took a mental note about how that would’ve been her line.

If escaping Atlas was littered with red tape, then flying (relatively) safely to Vacuo was like duct taping yourself to a revved-up chainsaw. 

There were no AK droids or shell-shocked lumberjack-looking General headasses (seriously James, take your court martial like a man) to drag them into anything they were all just through a month ago into the war.

Still, being escorted to the city by a bunch of Vacuan mercenaries was probably more merciful than whatever haircuts or puffy outfits they were given from their time from being conscripted by Ironwood, probably without authority from the Council (General James “fuck-you-I-have-two-seats-on-the-Council” Ironwood) in the gang’s whole black ops stint.

All things considered, this was a lot more welcoming than being drafted into the “Greatest Kingdom’s” side of the war with how they weren’t so great and hiding how much their leadership sucked at communicating with one another.

Politics. The brass. Martial law. Friendly fire incidents. Good times.

Ruby trudged ahead of the group, with Qrow trying to save the water in his flask while he was surprisingly adamant in pushing forward through the dunes. It was a good thing that he sobered up in time for this trip, knowing how it would be hell on dehydration.

“At least we’re not…Having to face any AK droids for a while.” Weiss thought out loud.

“Come on, Weiss-cream.” Yang grunted. “Maybe we’ll get you a new manicure by the time we arrive at Shade.” She joked.

Weiss shook her head.

“She might need more than a manicure.” Ren interjected.

“No-no, she’s right.” Weiss mentioned. “Heiress or no, I think we could all use a touch-up.” She concluded, wincing at the idea of sand going down her dress.

“I hate sand.” Jaune spoke next. “It’s coarse, rough, irritating and it- -“

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.” Yang warned.

“…And it gets everywhere.” Jaune taunted.

“I’m gonna smash your balls when we get home.” Yang said with a glare to him.

“How do- -How do you know I’m not into that?” Jaune remarked.

“Guys, can we please argue about which trilogy had the worse writing later?” Ruby begged.

“Much as I would like to learn about movies outside of my homestead, Ruby’s right.” Oscar spoke. “We’re almost there, then we can relax before meeting Theodore.” He added.

Qrow looked over, thankful that at least Ozpin insisted that they still act like teenagers in between all the missions and such. One thing he certainly got right.

“Hey, buddy.” Qrow said to the caravan leader. “How much further?”

“Almost dere, Mr. Branwen.” He spoke, inspecting his weapon behind his shades. “Ya don’t wanna get eaten by a mole crab, do ya?”

“Not exactly.” Qrow grunted.

“Den sit tight, we gonna be dere in no time.”

Soon as they arrived, Professor Theodore had granted the group a hotel to stay at before meeting with her on the Shade campus.

A rare sight this type of hotel was in Vacuo. Let alone something with this many accommodations. Soon as the gang arrived, a cold shower was in order followed by orders from Theodore to relax before the big meeting.

QROWBYJNR sat in the hotel’s pool area, finally being able to catch a breather along with some cooling off in the drink. Oscar stood at the corner reading one of Ozpin’s journals away from the group.

Blake decided to accompany him in the reading with a copy of <i>Zaibatsu Unlimited</i> she had meant to continue reading for a while now. Sort of a corporate espionage thriller about a power struggle between Mistral’s corporate elite in a deadly arms race on the stock market.

Ren sat with Weiss and Nora, figuring a tan wouldn’t hurt with how they were gonna be here for a while. Jaune got to work on a game of pool volleyball teaming up with Ruby, while Yang and Qrow played against them.

Oscar looked up with a cocked eyebrow, observing his friends finally being able to relax for the time being. He looked back at the Ozpin journal that he retrieved from the Atlas vault, then back and forth at the gang while he spoke to Oz privately.

Penny for your thoughts. Oscar spoke.

As long as you are all rested for this whole journey. He said.

Oz. How do you feel about reunions after living for so long? The host asked.

You are asking me? The wizard replied. Well, I suppose apart from all the betrayals and twists/turns I’ve been part of lately, I would say that reunions are best saved for when you can savor the moment.

Yeah. Oscar thought. If Theodore is in on it, feels like we gotta make it on our own. Did you miss Theodore?

”Missing” would imply that I would be welcoming to the Headmistress. I am not easily welcoming on the inside, Oscar. Perhaps I am the wrong person to ask about this.

Oscar squinted.

I get that we have to be more careful and not trust anyone, but you could at least act like you care. Your former students could be here too.

I suppose. Ozpin said with a sigh. Perhaps you are better equipped for this since only a select few people know that we are one at this time.

Because I’m a teenager like the others here? He interrogated.

No, I just feel that you are a more appealing individual in your age group. The wizard answered. Just so nobody else is out to kill us.

“Wow.” Oscar scoffed out loud, briefly catching Blake’s attention. Just put an arrow above my head of how cute I’m supposed to be while you’re at it.

Ruby roared, banking the volleyball around Yang. But Qrow briefly shifted into a bird, headbutting the ball right between the team leaders who dodged it.

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Jaune barked.

“Oh yeah?” Qrow said as he shifted back into a man. “Well, you’ve got banana hair!” He said as he shrugged at his blonde niece.

Weiss raised her sunglasses, squinting at the Huntsman’s remark while she turned around onto her stomach to tan her back next.

Jaune retaliated, by throwing the ball back in an attempt to get Yang to tilt by punching the ball open. Nora looked up from her seat, seeing her boyfriend meditating as he and her finally got a form of that beach day that she wanted so bad.

“I believe that Qrow has run out of remarks from Mr. Xiao Long’s joke book.” Ren observed.

“Feh.” Nora said with a shrug. “Just let him ramble, Renny.”

Ruby tried to Petal Burst her way around the net, only to create a cyclone which nearly sucked in Jaune. Qrow’s misfortune kicked in, causing the ball to hit Ruby in the side of her head at whoever tried sending it back.

“Oww, dang it!” Ruby cried out as she regained her footing the water. “Watch where you’re throwing!” She argued.

“Now who threw that?” Weiss inquired, raising her shades, and stopping at the familiar face before her.

Said familiar face had winced at his shot with Qrow attempting (and failing) to casually avoid the scene while Jaune carried Ruby out who rubbed her head.

“Sorry!” The familiar face shouted. “I didn’t mean to- -Sorry, guys!” He spoke.

Blake looked up at the voice, who wore yellow/blue swim trunks and had a noticeable monkey tail. She immediately got up, tackling her former squeeze from behind who yelped.

“Sun!” She cried out in joy.

“Blake!” Sun Wukong had called in return, setting her down and attempting to give his love interest a hug. 

Blake however, used one of her Shadow Clones to fool him and give the Huntsman an actual embrace after being away for some time.

Weiss sat up, greeting Neptune as well. A nervous meeting on her part due to how little they spoke during Vytal. But Nep was more than willing to let bygones be bygones in showing off his red speedo. Weiss blushed in hoping that she would be the one to clear things up.

Blake and Sun let go from their embrace, as she had never been more alive to see him until now.

“I know it hasn’t been that long.” Blake said first. “I know you pointed out that I didn’t need you anymore, but…Well, considering how poorly Atlas went, I kinda needed to see someone like you.” She sheepishly admitted.

“That bad, huh?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Blake sighed. “I know my hair isn’t properly rendered, either.” She muttered.

“Huh?” Sun asked.

“N-Nothing.” Blake retorted. “Though I imagine you’d probably come up with a better name for it than Yang. Called it the “bi bob” or something.”

“It’s a working title!” Yang argued while busy ogling Sage and Neptune.

“Ruby? Jaune?” Coco Adel asked with her teammates on CFVY not far behind. “What the hell are you guys doing here?” She inquired with lowered shades.

“He-hey, Coco.” Jaune said in an attempt to be suave while healing Ruby’s volleyball-shaped bruise. “See, it’s a funny story. We were called here by Theodore to investigate some Grimm trouble. Like you were…I think.” He flatly stated.

“Heh, great to see you guys too.” Coco spoke. Velvet stood by her side with her hands down. “I’m guessing you could use some lessons on team leadership from me and Sun?” She assumed.

“We are 100% fully functional on being team leaders, thank you.” Ruby argued, having just regained her vision.

“Yet you can’t watch your back at volleyball. Not the best aim there, luv.” Velvet joked. “Right, how about your focus on that Zaibatsu copy compared to Sun's arse and muscles, Blake?” She joked to her cat friend.

“Oh, HA-HA!” Sun angrily replied, blushing.

“It was just a kiss on the cheek, Velvet.” Blake retaliated with an eyeroll.

“I believe ya.” The hare said. “Of course, Sun worded it differently.” She fibbed.

“No he didn't, Bun.” Coco said while giving her friend a skeptical glare behind her shades. Had it not been in public with their First Year friends, she would've given Velvet a stern talking to about who pulled that off better.

While the two lovely ladies of Team CFVY bickered as to who would/wouldn’t get the ball gag, Blake grasped her arm anxiously while Sun awaited her response.

“You, um…Wanna get lunch to make up for lost time?” She hesitantly asked.

Sun instantly beamed, knowing how much of a relief they both needed from Remnant going down the tubes.

“Hell yeah!”

[radiorenjun]

Lavender Antics.

→ Pairing: Han Jisung X Reader

→ Summary: Shooting in a drama with him was your absolute nightmare. Working with your enemy and pretending that you were love interests has been the most frustrating experience of your life. Though, after saying your farewells, the scent of lavender never leaves.

→ Genre:enemies to lovers au, idol au, romance, angst, slowburn.

→ Warnings: Very hurtful words. Antics. Mentions of insecurity. Alcohol, Swearing, Making out. Suggestive?

→ Word Count:

→ Chapters: 1, 2, 3

You tucked your phone in your pocket as you entered the dance studio to be greeted by your group members stretching and warming up. "Hey y/n!" they greeted in unison, making you smile at how their cheerful aura greeted your exhausted figure. "Hi," you replied shortly, dropping your dufflebag near theirs on the floor.

"How was filming?" Jaehwa asked, letting out a groan when Haneul pushed her back down as she did a split. "The usuals: Jeongin being a crackhead, the director shoving it into our faces that we're going to Tokyo, that donkey being insufferable. Same as always," you chuckle, joining them as you stretched your arms.

"Oh yeah! I forgot you're leaving for Tokyo soon. When are you going again?" Cheonsa exclaimed, massaging her ankles. "Honestly, first Cheonsa was on hiatus. Now you're on hiatus just for some drama film?" Jaehwa chuckled. You rolled your eyes at Kiyeon before answering Cheonsa's question, "Im leaving in two days. I'll be out of your hair for a whole month so enjoy it while you can," you joked.

"Believe me, I know I will." Kiyeon responded, taking a sip of her caffeine. "Oh hush, you'll miss me when I leave." you snickered as you hit her shoulder playfully. "Since you're leaving your dearest best friends behind for some dick, you better treat us to something tomorrow." Cheonsa exclaimed.

"I want steak!" she added with a bright smile. You lifted your fist as if you were gonna punch her, sucking your lip into your mouth as you growled out. "Why you lil-" Jaehwa sat up from her split and patted your thigh, "don't kill anyone just yet, y/n. You still have alot to live for. Plus I don't wanna be the one getting you out of prison," she sighed.

"Cheonsa's not wrong though. You should treat us to something before you leave," Haneul nodded in agreement, making Cheonsa let out a victory cheer at her statement. "I agree. Last time, y'all completely ditched me in that restaurant leaving me to pay that tremendous bill when you all said we were gonna split it!" Kiyeon grumbled.

"It was all planned, by the way." you smirked with a chuckle. "It was Cheonsa's idea for a prank, too." Jaehwa smiled with a nod. Kiyeon glared at our leader who was giving her an innocent peace sign. "Man, I'm really gonna miss you guys when I'm in Tokyo." you sighed, laying your cheek on your palm as your elbow stood on your thighs.

"Of course you will, you can't live without us." Kiyeon chuckled, giving a soft punch to your shoulder. "And Im leaving," you pretended to stand up as the girls chuckled at your reaction. You giggled as you retreated to your former position. "Man, who am I going to talk to in Tokyo when you idiots aren't there?" you whined.

"Yang Jeongin? Or that makeup artist, she looks really nice when I came to visit you on set." Haneul suggested. "Stop acting as if it's the end of the world, you fucking drama queens. Video chatting and texting exists, too, you know." Jaehwa patted your back. You smiled softly at your friends.

"Wait, you're saying that y/n isn't going to die? Damn, I made a whole song and funeral and everything." Cheonsa said in a sardonic tone, causing the whole group to laugh. "You wish. You're stuck with me, get used to it." you wrapped your arm around her shoulder and pulled her to a side hug.

"I really hope our contract ends soon." Cheonsa uttered jokingly. "Very funny," you rolled your eyes with a smile on your face. "By the way, have you heard that Chen-sunbaenim is getting married?" Haneul gossiped in a dramatically posh-popular girl tone. "Oh my god, what? Ugh, I can't believe some girl took away my sunbae," you mocked her tone.

"Isn't Sehun your bias, though?" Kiyeon laughed. You nodded with a laugh, dropping the whole fancy act, "though, it wasn't a surprise, really. I mean, whenever I walk by there's always this girl he keeps hanging out with, I'm guessing that's her." you informed.

"Can't believe we're gossiping bout our seniors." Jaehwa shook her head with a chuckle. "What? It's already made public, it's basically the trending topic of the hour. I hope I get invited though, I wanna see my childhood idol get married. God, we're becoming old, girls!" Cheonsa whined, flapping her hands aimlessly.

"You're becoming old, that is. I'm still younger than you," you teased. "Oh hush, just because I have a boyfriend doesn't mean I'm getting old for fucks sake. You're probably gonna date that Jisung guy in the future, just wait and see." she tutted with a point of her finger. You pretended to gag, laying a palm on your chest as you stuck your tongue out in disgust. "No thank you," you croaked dramatically.

"I rather date, Shrek, himself than that stubborn cheesecake stealing donkey." you clenched your jaw angrily. "You know, he's not that bad. From what I see in interviews, he looks like a really nice guy to hang out with," Kiyeon shrugged, taking her coffee cup to her lips.

"That is, if he doesn't hate you for no absolute reason!" you exclaimed, flailing your hands up dramatically. "Well, it seems like you hate him too so you're both in the wrong." she smirked. "I do hate him, if that wasn't clear. But he started it first! If he wasn't such a dick then maybe I would've considered him a friend!" you huffed.

"You're being over dramatic. What did he do that was so bad to make you hate him anyways?" Jaehwa rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh. You paused, recalling the unpleasant memory, "I don't wanna talk about that." you mumbled, looking at your hands.

"Jesus Fucking Christ," Kiyeon grumbled. "Shouldn't we practice?" she asked. "We should, but we really need a break so let's just slack off for a while and get back to practise in a couple of minutes." Haneul suggested. Cheonsa was about to retort when her phone rang, her face lit up at the sight.

"The bf is calling, do what you want. But when I get back, be prepared to be trained hard vocally and physically." she chuckled, walking out of the room with her phone vibrating like crazy in hand. As the door swung shut, there was a peaceful yet awkward moment of silence. "So what now?" you asked.

"Have you packed yet?" Haneul asked, ignoring your question. You scratched your head at the thought, "kinda, but most of my clothes that I already packed are just sweaters and shorts." you shrugged. "I'll help you pack once we get back to the dorm, you always under pack and borrow my clothes or shop for really tacky ones in supermarket stores." Jaehwa laughed.

"Oh hush, I just like wearing comfy clothes!" you chuckled. "Unfortunately for you, comfy clothes isn't an option for this comeback." she grinned with a snap, causing you to roll your eyes at her statement. "Shut up," you groaned.

The door opened slightly, attracting your attention as Cheonsa's head poked through. "Hey girls, I'm about to go to the other dance studios real quick, alright?" she informed with an excited smile before exiting the room once again, grabbing her waterbottle in the process without letting any of us respond to her.

"Appointing her as our leader was the number one worst mistakes of our careers," you announced aloud, causing the girls to laugh and nod in agreement. "Couldn't agree more, y/n. Couldnt agree more," Jaehwa laughed.

A few seconds later, the door opened once again and Cheonsa's head poked into the room. "By the way, you're really gonna treat us to food right?" she grinned with a hopeful and teasing glint in her expression. You chuckled, waving your hand to dismiss her as she laughed and exit the door.

"Guys, is that really necessary?" you chuckled, looking at your members after you checked if your passport and ticket was there. Your members had thoughtfully decided to drop you off at the airport, while wearing unessecary disguises such as a Mona Lisa costume, a moustached detective, Dwayne Johnson's face duct taped to a clown mask and Oli London's face carved from cardboard.

"Yes it is. It's important for us to not be recognized by the public and drop our little y/n off to school." Kiyeon responded, shamelessly fidgeting with her detective hat. "If you guys are gonna walk out looking like that, not only y'all are gonna get recognized by the people, you'll also embarrass me and cause more drama online!" you laughed, crossing your arms as you entered the airport gate.

"Hush, I'm parking the car. You don't want me to make this long and miss your flight do you?" Cheonsa gave you the stink eye through the rearview mirror, gazing at your through her long wig. "Honestly, y'all are gonna be accused as weirdos and get escorted out." you pursed your lips as the car stopped.

"What's so wrong bout wanting to drop off our member?" Jaehwa asked, nudging your shoulder as she shifted her Oli London mask back on to cover her face. "Thank you for the ride," you rolled your eyes and stepped out of the vehicle, quickly grabbing your suitcases and running off before your members could spot you.

As you ran, you lifted your phone to call your manager, informing him where you are. "I'm in the station already, where are you?" you asked, looking around as it was almost 10 minutes til boarding time. "You what?" you gaped at your managers response.

"Hey ugly!" a familiar voice yelled through the crowded room. You winced at the sound of the voice and chuckled nervously at your manager, "you couldn't just come here yourself?" you exclaimed nervously. "Right, you have to check on the other staff." you nodded before rubbing the space inbetween your eyes, ignoring the voice yelling your name behind you that was getting louder and louder.

"Hey ugly!" Jisung exclaimed, showing his pearly white teeth as he layed a hand on your shoulder. You glared at him, giving him the stink eye at the nickname which caused him to chuckle. He has been calling you thathighly insultive nickname since that scene you had to do with you being pushed to a puddle of mud, smearing your face in it.

Playing the role of the bullied popular girl has never been so tough when Jisung became your real life bully. "Hello donkey," you spat as your manager spoke his last words bout checking the VIP tickets and hanging up without giving you a second to reason with him.

"Im here to pick you up!" he chuckled, his heart shaped lips forming a bright smile that never left his face. You shuddered before gripping the handle of your suitcase tightly, "I am very much aware, thank you very much." you answered with a shaky breath.

"Let me help you with your suitcase," his hand reached to grab one or your suitcase which you slapped away due to your suspicion. "I don't trust you enough with my suitcase, who knows you might leave it here when we board." You said with a raise of your eyebrow.

He frowned at your words, his lips forming a scowl before he rolled his eyes. "I was just trying to be nice, sheesh, don't need to be a bitch about it." he shot back, pulling the straps of his backpack to his shoulder before leading you forward to where the rest of the cast were sitting.

You felt his hand hit your back gently, you flinched at the contact looking back at him as you cursed in response. "What the fuck was that for?" you exclaimed, looking back at Jisung. Jisung just looked at you with an unbothered expression, "Chill out, Ms.Y/n. I'm being nice here, there was a bug on your back and I took care of it for you," he rolled his eyes.

"You're welcome." He smirked, crossing his arms as you glared at him suspiciously before sitting down with a nod. You continued to speak with your co-worker, Yeoreum, who was playing the role of your bully. Despite her role, she's an absolute sweetheart.

"I see you and Jisung are bickering, once again." Yeoreum smirked, offering you a lollipop which you happily accepted. "Im not surprised anymore, it's become a daily routine now." you sighed, sipping your lemon tea. "Your members didn't come to say goodbye?" she asked, "I wanted to see them before we leave."

"Trust me, they did. They dropped me off and dressed up as if tonight's Halloween or something. But to be honest, if I didn't leave them alone I would've been bombarded with more paparazzis than I was three minutes ago," you chuckled, showing her a picture of them with their ridiculous costumes on your phone.

She burst out laughing, grabbing your phone in her hands. "When we arrived at the hotel, we're definitely video chatting them to see if they still have those ridiculous outfits on, right?" she smirked. "I don't know... Im probably gonna feel to tired to even open my eyes," you joked, earning a strong push from her.

"Y/n!" she whined, shaking your figure vigorously. Jeongin groaned, feeling interrupted from his game. "Director-nim! Yeoreum is bullying me!" you laughed, whining playfully. "Would you guys shut up, you're distracting us from our game!" Jisung complained as he tried to focus what's happening on the screen of the Nintendo Switch before him.

"Shut up, donkey." you chuckled as you lined up for the VIP section of the plane. You heard Jisung snickering behind you, only to be smacked by a disappointed Jeongin who was shaking his head in disapproval. "Honestly, why are you like this?" he mumbled.

"Shut up," Jisung laughed, nudging his friend as you continued to walk towards your seat, subtly giving him a look filled with suspicion. "What's wrong with him?" you muttered to yourself, sucking your lollipop as you sat down next to one of the staff who was already fast asleep.

You plucked in your earphones and fidget in your seat to get into a comfortable position, you turned on your favorite playlist and relaxed in your seat, drifting off to sleep in a matter of minutes.

You stretched as you exited the plane and entered the airport, reuniting with the rest of the cast. Jisung was giggling behind you despite his tired eyes boring into yours. You raised your brow, "what are you laughing bout?" you asked with a croaky voice.

"It's 2 in the morning, what could you possibly be laughing bout?" you repeated in a cranky tone. He giggled before shaking his head at you, continuing to grab his suitcases. You huffed at the peculiar boy giggling away infront of you, rubbing your eyes to try and wake yourself up a lil bit more til you arrive at the hotel.

"Hey y/n. Is that sign on your back always there?" Yeoreum asked, dragging her suitcase behind her, pointing at your back. Your eyes widened as your arms quickly reach to venture your back, feeling a piece of paper taped to the fabric of your hoodie.

You gripped it and pulled it away from your hoodie, taking a closer look at the slightly crumpled paper. "What the fuck?" you whispered under your breathe almost inaudibly. Written in bold letters was a big 'KICK ME' in an oh-too familiar handwriting.

You growled, crumpling the piece of paper and tossing it into a garbage bin. "Han Jisung, I am going to slaughter you!" you exclaimed, running up to him who surprisingly ran for his life. Due to your lack of sleep, you were a little slower than him so you gave up.

You spotted him hiding behind his manager, his head poking out. He looked at you with eyes wide awake, grinning like the cheeky bastard he is, you raised a fist at him. He stuck his tongue out playfully at your small threat. You raised a middle finger at him in response.

"Alright then, once the bus to the hotel arrives, sleep as much as you can. We're going to start filming late this noon til midnight, so get all the rest you can." the director announce with a yawn, going through the files and looking at his wrist watch.

The whole staff groaned including you who was checking your phone, notifying your parents and members bout your safety. "I take it back, I'm gonna be sleeping like a pig for the next ten hours" you groaned at your costar. "Geez, weak." Jisung chuckled before yawning into his mouth.

"Im sorry, Mr donkey. I didn't order a glass of your opinion," you rolled your eyes at him. As the bus came to a stop infront of you, you yawned taking the first step with Jisung half asleep beside you. You chuckled to yourself at the sight of the older boy yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

This was going to be a long month.

[mfingenius]

Can we please get a modern au where laurent and damen are dating and a sex tape is leaked??? Bonus points if auguste is in it ❤❤❤

Laurent is whiter than a sheet. He was already pale, but now he’s fucking transparent. Damen doesn’t know what to do. His own cheeks are burning, and somehow his mind is ultimately, entirely blank. He can’t think.

When it finally stops - Pallas is entirely red in the face, and he looks terribly close to fainting - no one says anything. He was supposed to be giving a presentation for class, and Lazar - his boyfriend and part of his group for the project - was airdropping the presentation. What had popped up had not been the presentation.

“What the fuck was that?” And fuck, of all classes, it had to be this one, didn’t it? Damen’s already awkward during dinners at Laurent’s home - Professor Auguste being Laurent’s brother and only legal guardian makes a lot of things odd - but this is going to wreck everything.

No one says anything.

“I think I’m going to vomit.” It’s said too lowly for anyone to really hear Laurent, but Damen does. They always sit next to each other - at Damen’s insistence, and though Laurent rolls his eyes every time Damen drops beside him, it always brings a pleased flush on his face - and their hands had been clasped together. They still are.

Because of shock, Damen’s grip has slackened, however, and Laurent has no problem wringing his hand free and then standing up.

“Laurent, wait-” Damen says uselessly. He doesn’t know what he’d say, anyways. His head is spinning.

Laurent leaves the classroom.

Damen has never seen Professor Auguste look angry - he has an easy going, laid back personality - but right then, he looks murderous.

“I didn’t airdrop that.” Lazar says immediately. 

Damen is inclined to believe him. He’s lewd and crass a lot of the time, but he’s Damen’s friend. He wouldn’t do that. The video begins to play again, and Pallas gives a muffled yelp and shuts his laptop quickly.

“I-” he says. “I don’t - that’s not-”

Who sent the video isn’t Damen’s biggest concern, if he’s quite honest. His biggest concern is who the fuck recorded it. It had only played for a few seconds before Pallas had desperately paused it, but it had been enough for Damen to recognize his room at the Frat House. He’d been too shocked to notice much other than himself and Laurent on the bed, Laurent’s legs wrapped tight around his waist, Damen rocking between them.

He’d almost not believed it, but he’d recognize Laurent’s quiet moans anywhere.

Fuck.

“What the fuck?” He says, nearly on reflex. He turns to look at his classmates - everyone is looking at him, but when he meets their eyes, they all look away, embarrassed. “Which one of you fucking bastards-”

“Damen,” Nikandros, behind him, says. “Look.”

And he shows Damen his phone, where the video is playing again. It’s from an unknown number. When he looks up, people are looking down at their phones, and it doesn’t take much for Damen to realize that everyone got it. Fuck, even he got it. 

Laurent probably got it.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

“Class dismissed.” Auguste says icily. If Auguste got it, Damen’s going to die. “Damianos, a word.”

Everyone ushers out quickly, the sound of their talking deafening; Damen only catches bits and pieces, but he doesn’t need to, to know what they’re talking about.

“If you filmed my brother without his knowledge,” Auguste begins, voice deadly. “Or if he agreed and then you sent it to someone-”

“No!” Damen says, quickly. Fuck no, neither of those, ever. “No, I would never do that! I don’t - I - I never would’ve-”

He doesn’t know what else to say. The knot in his stomach is tightening, and he thinks he, too, might vomit at the idea. 

Auguste looks at him critically for a moment, but seems to believe him. He drops onto his chair.

“Fuck,” he breathes. Damen has never seen him look like this - troubled, anxious, and furious - and it’d be more surprising if Damen’s brain were working. “Fuck.”

Damen agrees. “I - I need to go find Laurent.”

*

“What are you doing here?” Damen is never in the mood for Nicaise, but now less than ever, especially if he’s blocking the bathroom door behind which Laurent is.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” He snaps. “I want to talk to him.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to you,” Nicaise drawls calmly.

Nicaise is Laurent’s only friend - why Damen can’t fathom - and they’re both two years below Damen in Uni. Damen’s in year four, and Laurent and Nicaise are both in year two. The only reason Laurent is in Auguste’s class is because he’s taking various advanced classes.

“I don’t believe you,” Damen says. He doesn’t want to; if Laurent thinks the same as Auguste, if he thinks that Damen did this, he’ll never speak to Damen again; Damen can’t have that.

“He’s puking his guts out, you animal.” Nicaise rolls his eyes. “He doesn’t want to talk to anyone.”

If Laurent’s vomiting it means he’s probably having an anxiety attack, which is the last thing Damen wants; he knows how hard they are for Laurent to deal with alone, and they have a system in place for when it happens. If he could just get to him-

“Are you deaf?” Nicaise snaps, when Damen steps closer. “I’m not letting you through.”

It’s comforting to know that Nicaise is at least loyal to Laurent. Damen could appreciate it more if it weren’t inconvenient for him right now.

There’s a loud retching sound from inside, and Damen winces. He presses his ear against the door.

“Sweetheart?” He asks gently. Nicaise gags, but he lets Damen talk uninterrupted. “I - will you let me in?” There’s no response, and Damen sighs. “Alright, I - I just - fuck, I’m so sorry Laurent. I never - fuck. Can we - talk, please? I know right now is not the best time, but I’d like to talk, whenever you can.”

Again, no response. Damen sighs and leans back.

“Told you,” There’s no smugness in Nicaise’s voice, for once. He looks - concerned. 

Damen doesn’t know what to do.

*

He watches the video obsessively, and spends the afternoon figuring out where the fuck it was recorded from, and when it was taken.

It’s dark and everyone’s gone to bed by the time Damen finally finds the small video camera; it was in his bookshelf, behind his football trophies, pointing directly at the bed. 

He steps on it.

*

He gets a lot of pats in the back and dirty smirks from his teammates; most people seem to believe that he’s somehow enjoying this, that he meant for it to happen, and he doesn’t know which is more sickening. That they think him capable, or that they don’t see anything wrong with that.

Laurent won’t talk to him - to be fair, he won’t talk to anyone - and he’s stopped showing up to Auguste’s class, along with avoiding Damen in every possible way.

“I’m sorry, dude.” Nikandros says. 

“You never liked Laurent.” Damen tells him bitterly. 

“No,” Nikandros agrees. “But I don’t like this, either. You look like shit.”

Damen flips him off.

*

“Have you gotten rid of the camera?”

Damen scrambles off his bed quickly. “Laurent.”

Laurent is standing in his doorway, attempting to look unaffected; instead, with his arms wrapped around himself hesitantly and the look he’s giving Damen’s room, he looks terrified.

“I didn’t do it,” Damen tells him immediately, because he needs Laurent to know. “I never would’ve - I don’t - I never would’ve done anything like that to anyone, least of all you, I love you so much sweetheart-”

“I know,” Laurent says quietly. “I love you, too.”

The words seem to finally ease the ball of anxiety that has become Damen’s chest.

“You know?” Damen asks.

Laurent nods and takes a step closer cautiously, uncertainly, as though Damen might be angry at him.

“I - thought it was you, at first,” He admits lightly, mouth twisting. “I thought that maybe - that that was the whole point of it.” He smirks a little. “Nicaise told me to pull my head out of my ass and see how stupidly in love you with me you were.”

Damen likes Nicaise now. He most definitely likes Nicaise now.

“So I - I watched it again.” Laurent looks slightly nauseated. “I recognized - the clothes I was wearing, at the beginning. It was from Friday’s party, so it could’ve been literally anyone who put the camera in your room. “Nicaise helped me narrow it down.”

“You know who it was, then?” Damen asks, fists already clenching. He wants to hug Laurent so badly, but, since they started dating, he’s learned that that might spook Laurent more than calm him if Damen does it too unexpectedly, so he doesn’t.

“Govart,” Laurent says.

“Fuck,” Damen breathes. Of course. Who else? “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“No need,” Laurent says. “I got him expelled.”

“You did?” Damen asks. “Fuck, you’re amazing. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too.” Laurent smiles lightly. He shifts uncertainly, and then speaks again. “Can you - hold me? I just - I want to-”

He trails off.

“Of course,” Damen says. He wouldn’t rather do anything else. “Here?”

Laurent nods lightly, and so Damen sits on the bed with his legs spread, letting Laurent settle between them. Laurent curls into his chest, and Damen wraps one hand around his waist posessively and the other one around knees, so that he’s wrapped around him. He feels Laurent breathe out, relieved, and knows that this is who he wants for the rest of his life, whatever else happens.

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Born out of an odd discussion with @words-for-marcus (because of course), please enjoy this manifestation I like to call “Yet another thing I want Çağlar Söyüncü to do to my body”

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You were laying on your back in the comfortable tattoo chair, shirtless. “This is gonna look so good,” Meg, your artist, murmured as she peeled off the stencil. “Why don’t you go have a look in the mirror - make sure it’s positioned exactly where you want it.”

The moment you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, you gasped. The stencil was perfect. An intricate chest piece, the rose in the centre fanned out into leaves and miniature flowers with teardrop jewels dangling from delicate chains. It outlined your tits perfectly and added something to the rest of the ink on your body that you couldn’t quite explain.

“Thoughts?” You asked, turning to your boyfriend, Çağlar.

His eyes instantly darkened as he took in the purple stencil. “Çok seksi,” he murmured, his voice rough. So sexy.

You were half-tempted to kiss Çağlar, especially with the look on his face right now, but you didn’t. Instead, you flashed Meg a grateful smile. “It’s absolutely perfect.”

“Alright, love. Let’s get started then.”

The hum of the tattoo gun instantly put you at ease. You often found yourself at a tattoo parlour to both add to your collection and release any negative or overwhelming feelings you were experiencing at the moment. This sternum piece was something you’d wanted for years and you couldn’t believe you were finally getting it.

You’d actually met Çağlar at a different tattoo studio in Leicester that had since changed locations. You were getting stenciled while his tattoo was halfway done, the two of you chatting throughout the remaining duration of his tattoo. As you’d gone up to the counter to pay, the girl behind the counter had slid you a card with Çağlar’s number on it, saying that he’d left it for you. You worked up the courage to call him, the two of you went for a date, and now almost a year later, here you were.

You moaned a little as the tattoo gun went over a sensitive spot on your sternum. “Doing alright, love?” Meg asked, pausing.

“Yeah, thanks, babe.” You offered her a shy smile before you closed your eyes again.

Your mind wandered as the tattoo gun roamed over your skin while Meg did the linework. You couldn’t help thinking back to the first time Çağlar had used the flogger on your tits. Heat pooled between your legs as you thought about it, the vibrations from the tattoo gun going to your clit.

Çağlar watched you from his phone, occasionally looking up to see how the linework was coming along. He couldn’t wait to play with it once it had healed, but the healing process in and of itself was also fun and he couldn’t wait to rub lotion onto it for you.

Meg finished up the linework, running the paper towels over your skin. “Wanna take a look?” She asked and you nodded, getting up on shaky legs as you walked over to the full-length mirror. You didn’t want to think about the sweat streaks you’d probably left on the chair, but you were getting turned on just watching Çağlar.

“Thoughts?” You asked, turning to him.

Çağlar’s gaze ran over you and his eyes narrowed in a look you knew all too well. “Seni sonra becermek için sabırsızlanıyorum,” he murmured. I can’t wait to fuck you later.

Meg muttered something under her breath and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “Tu dis quoi?” You asked, a total shot in the dark.

“Tu parles francais, aussi?” She asked and you nodded.

From then on, the two of you spoke in French about everything and nothing. It had been a while since you’d found someone who spoke the language and you were excited to finally flex your language muscles. It didn’t help that she was beautiful and her ink made you want to kiss all of it with your tongue while you asked her what everything meant.

During five minutes of silence while Meg was adding the colour, your mind floated back to the first time Çağlar had used nipple clamps on you and you found yourself clenching around nothing while the green on the leaves went into your skin. Sweat beaded on your upper lip and you knew you were gonna cum again just from the pain alone.

“I’ve just got one more colour to add and then we’ll be done, okay?” Meg asked in French.

“Oui,” you replied, hoping you didn’t sound too whimpery.

When it was finally done, you laid still and let Meg take pictures of the finished product from various angles for her Instagram. You tipped her well, the two of you conversing in French the whole time, making plans to meet for coffee in the near future.

“Did you have a good time?” You asked Çağlar as the two of you walked out, the bandage rustling around under your shirt.

“Of course,” Çağlar replied, kissing your temple. “I got to spend seven hours staring at your tits.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling. “And I got to spend seven hour getting tattooed and having two orgasms.”

Çağlar’s eyes darkened as he processed your words. “You what?”

You repeated yourself, smirking. “You heard me, baby.” You knew you shouldn’t have admitted it - you had to ask for every orgasm you wanted and something like this was strictly forbidden - but you couldn’t help yourself. A part of you was still up in the clouds from two orgasms, especially since you’d been denied for close to a month and now you’d just had two pain-induced orgasms in the span of seven hours.

“I don’t believe you,” Çağlar growled, his accent getting thicker and making goosebumps break out across your skin. “I was watching your body and I didn’t see any of the telltale signs of an orgasm, let alone two.”

You shrugged. “Guess I’ve just gotten good at hiding my orgasms.”

“Like hell you did. I know you and I know your body. Sen Benimsin.” You’re mine.

It had been so long since Çağlar had punished you in the way that you craved. Both of you had been busy with your careers and in the last three months, every time you had sex it was so vanilla you had wondered if you’d done something wrong.

You got back to your place, throwing him a cheeky smile as you unlocked your door. “Are you gonna punish me the way I deserve?” You whispered in his ear, nipping on his earlobe to make him groan.

The door shut behind you and you gasped when you felt Çağlar behind you as he pulled you back against him. “And then some.”

***

Thirty minutes later, you were tied securely to your bed, naked except for the bandage covering your new tattoo.

“You think I don’t know your body?” He asked, the first stroke of the riding crop on your displayed pussy making you moan into the gag. “You think I don’t know what you look like when you cum?” Another strike. “You think I haven’t been fucking you right?” Five hits all in succession had you writhing and moaning around the gag. “Well, sweetheart, I’m going to make you regret those two orgasms you stole from me in the shop today.” He paused, landing more blows specifically on your clit. “And don’t think I didn’t see the way you and Meg were flirting. This pretty pussy is gonna get all marked up.” You screamed some more behind the gag as Çağlar spread your lower lips and focused ten harsh spanks with the heel of his palm directly on your sensitive clit. “Look at that,” he breathed, his index finger tracing your entrance. “Look at that pretty little pussy pucker just - for - me.”

You tried to beg behind the gag, but you couldn’t. Çağlar watched you try to speak, chuckling at your predicament. You shrieked as he disappeared into your closet where you kept all your toys. The smirk on his face made your stomach drop - Çağlar could be merciless and you knew that this would be one of those times where he didn’t let you go until one of three things happened: 1) you used your safeword, 2) you passed out, or 3) he got everything he wanted from you.

The clamp on your clit was the first thing he applied, and for the first time that night you were glad he’d gagged you. He parted your pussy lips and held them open with duct tape that you knew would be the final bit of torture after you were spent and used. The Hitachi buzzed as Çağlar plugged it into the wall, the gleam in his eye making your pussy drip.

It wasn’t hard to slide the vibrating head of the Hitachi in your dripping cunt, making your eyes roll back in your head. Çağlar leaned down and bit the inside of your thigh - hard. You squealed against the gag. “Don’t think you’re going to get away with faking an orgasm with that eyeroll. I’m not falling for your tricks, little girl. If you’re cumming, I’m going to make sure you’re screaming my name and you can’t possibly be lying.”

Your eyes went wide.

“If I take this gag off, are you gonna be a good girl?” You nodded. “If you make a sound I don’t like, though, I’m going to put it back on and it won’t be coming off.”

“Thank you,” you whimpered, breathing heavily.

Çağlar hummed, running his hands up and down your torso, the calluses on his fingertips amplifying the sensations. He bent down, his tongue swirling in your bellybutton, the scruff of his beard making goosebumps spread across your skin. You desperately wished you weren’t tied up so you could run your fingers through his hair, but all you could do was bite your lip and take it.

“I need ice,” he murmured, getting up abruptly and leaving the bedroom.

He returned minutes later with a large glass of ice. Your stomach dipped at the sight of him towering over you, thinking about all the things he’d do to you with the ice. Your pussy clenched around the Hitachi inside you and it took all your willpower not to scream.

Çağlar took off his shirt, revealing his inked torso that always managed to leave you breathless. “Like what you see?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

You nodded, biting your lower lip to keep from making noise while you drank him in.

Çağlar’s tattoos were your favourite part of him. You loved the way the lion moved over his back; it was your favourite thing to trace, pressing kisses to it whenever he walked around the house shirtless and you could pounce on him from behind. The script on his torso over his ribs always made you bite your lip - you knew firsthand just how painful the rib tattoos were and it always turned you on to think about Çağlar sitting shirtless in the tattoo chair getting them done. Finally, there was the ink across his chest that you were constantly running your fingers over. You couldn’t deny that every inch of the Turkish centre back left you a dripping, achy mess, but the best feeling was knowing that you had the same effect on him.

You were so in your head about him that the ice touching your skin made you jump and strain against your restraints, angling the Hitachi further in your pussy. You had learned a long time ago with the vibrator that if you held still, you could last a long time but it was always Çağlar’s personal mission to make you move as much as possible.

“Soğuk?” He taunted, watching the ice melt as he moved it down your neck, your whimpery moans spurring him on further. Cold?

You weren’t going to give him anything, slipping on your passive face as you said, “Not really,” with a blank expression.

Your self-control had always been above-average. From a young age, you learned to manipulate your emotions to bend to the expectations of others, using them to get what you wanted. It was both a blessing and a curse that nobody could figure out what was going on inside your head, but somehow Çağlar was able to break through the barriers you had long-since put up. He knew just what to say and do to get you to break, and right now that was his sole focus. You knew just how good Çağlar was at getting what he wanted and if he wanted to make you truly let go and show him what you really looked like when you came, that’s what he would get, one way or another.

“It’s a shame I can’t suck on these tits tonight,” he mused, running the ice over your distended nipples. “But they already got so much action today it would be unfair to your pussy.”

His gaze flickered to your face and he smirked at you, the ice and his fingers trailing down to rest in your bellybutton. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as Çağlar held the ice in place, letting it melt and pool in your bellybutton until it filled and spilled over, running down your sides and down your pussy.

Çağlar reached into the glass again. “Açık.” Open.

You opened your mouth, watching as he placed an ice cube on your tongue. “Keep your mouth open - I wanna watch it melt.”

Another ice cube, this time he settled between your legs, running the frozen water along the insides of your tattooed thighs. His tongue followed the water droplets, licking and sucking all the sensitive spots he’d long-ago discovered. You squirmed, the Hitachi hitting your g-spot as the melting ice dripped from your tongue and traveled down your chin, mirroring your dripping cunt.

“Are you close?” Çağlar asked, his nose accidentally brushing the clamp on your clit, making you whimper. “If you are, I’ll take the clamp off and then we can really get started.”

You were torn between wanting to keep the clamp on and letting Çağlar take it off so you could have what would no-doubt be a mind-blowing orgasm. In a moment of pure, unadulterated need, you nodded.

Çağlar’s fingers paused over the clamp. “You’ve gotta swallow first.”

The last of the ice had melted and you did as he asked, swallowing the meager drops of water that had managed to stay inside your mouth.

“Good girl.”

The rush of blood to your clit almost pushed you over the edge but you refused to give Çağlar the satisfaction. His lips kissed your clit, followed quickly by the melting ice. Your hips bucked off the bed, a feral whimper leaving your mouth.

“Finally - a reaction,” he mumbled, reaching for the riding crop again. “Since you’ve cum twice from pain today, I see no reason why you can’t do it a third time.”

“Sir-” you were cut off by the riding crop on your clit.

“Not tonight, baby. You say my name or nothing at all.”

“Çağlar!”

Another slap. “Better.” He reached for the Hitachi, changing the angle.

“Çağlar, please!” You were unravelling and you both knew it.

“Eight more,” he commanded. “You cum on the last one.”

Çağlar watched you come undone with the next seven slaps, a plan forming. He struck your clit harder than any of the previous nine strokes you’d received, watching as you had the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. He held your hips down, his mouth latching onto your clit to draw every last sensation out of you lost control.

“Please!” You moaned once you’d regained the ability to speak. “The vibrator. Take it out!”

You whimpered when Çağlar took the still-vibrating Hitachi out of you and turned it off. The duct tape on your lower lips was next, one final infliction of pain as he took the tape off. You were anxious for Çağlar to untie you - the restraints were fun while you were in that space, but the moment you got what you needed from them, you wanted them off - your hands reaching for him while he untied you.

The moment you were free, you launched yourself into his arms, burying your fingers in his hair, your legs wrapping around his waist, your lips on his. You always got needy after sessions like that, but Çağlar never said anything, letting you take the comfort from him that you needed.

Çağlar helped you take the bandage off when it was time, his hands gently running over the fresh ink, patting you dry lightly. “You’re so bruised,” he murmured when he noticed the marks forming in some areas. “I don’t like it when you’re marked up and it’s not my doing.”

You smiled looking up at him. “You already marked me up so much tonight, I think you’ll live.” You groaned when he slid a hand between your legs.

“I’m sure I will.”

[thewhump]

“Such a pretty face, it’d be a shame to mess it up.” Now that's something someone would say to Tony ^o^ WinterIron

Writer’s Month Day 2: hurt/comfort

***

“Such a pretty face, it’d be a shame to mess it up.”

Tony wanted to snark back, say the duct tape was already ruining his perfect goatee, but that was exactly what earned him the duct tape gag in the first place. He settled on glaring, trying to act nonchalant, pretending the whole situation wasn’t getting to him. 

The truth was, getting kidnapped was no more fun than it ever was, no matter how many times it has happened to him and how he had almost gotten used to it. And really, did it had to happen now? Things were just getting quiet and settling in, and Tony wasn’t in the mood for a crazy ex.

Ex-employer. Apparently, the guy had claimed Tony stole his ideas, which, really, people need to learn to read their contracts before they started working somewhere. 

Not that Tony did. Unfortunately, the guy was competent enough he somehow hacked the lower systems and arranged a lovely meeting that was enough to kidnap Tony. And now Tony was sporting a black eye, was gagged, tied to the heating pipes - unfortunately, it was winter, and they were working, which, ouch, as well as barefoot.

Which, it was winter, and he was in some cold basement. Not fun. 

Tony’s hands burned, his feet were freezing, his cheek stung from the blows the guy kept adding to his bullshit monologue and above all, Tony was late for his first date with Bucky. UNACCEPTABLE.

Tony closed his eyes, bracing himself for yet another slap, silently wishing maybe he’ll finally get knocked out, but the hand he saw move to strike never came, a heavy thud heard instead.

“You’re late, doll.”

If Tony wasn’t gagged, he would have laughed.

***

Turns out that post-kidnapping comfort makes for a great first date. 

Bucky would certainly disagree but Tony had enough injuries in his life and recovery had never been as sweet as now. Having a doting boyfriend change his bandages, comforting warmth of their bed, breakfasts in bed, his tablet always at hand if he wanted to work and a personal super soldier pillow. 

“Maybe I should get kidnapped more often if that’s the result.”

Maybe it was supposed to be a joke but if the look Bucky gave him was any indication, the only way Tony would be getting tied up in the future was if Bucky bound him to a bed.

And Tony was entirely alright with that.

[loverontheleft]

Happiest

By two request(s): I would love an imagine where the reader and Brendon are at Disney World, and he proposes in front of Cinderella Castle and it’s just so fluffy and sweet? Thanks! Aaaaaaand I would love to have a Brendon x reader imagine during a slow dance in their home followed by really slow, passionate, fairly vanilla sex.

Brendon x reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: nothing really. Pretty vanilla per the request.

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“Bren, why are we walking so fast?” You’re practically trotting alongside your boyfriend, your hands tangled together as he cuts through the crowd - well, as he follows through the parting of the people Zack makes as he cuts through the crowd while Jake brings up the rear, camera in tow. “Our next fast pass isn’t until-“ you pause to think but he turns and smiles at you nervously.

“2:30. For the Seven Dwarves. But-“ Brendon cuts himself off and tugs you close so you’re flush against him as a tour group in bright yellow shirts marches by, chanting at the top of their lungs. “But we’ve got somewhere to be,” he finishes, smiling down at you. “Come on, Sugar.” He nods in the direction where Zack and Jake are waiting patiently. Before starting though, he adjusts his hat as the stragglers of the tour group shoot you both furtive looks. Self-consciously, you adjust yours too and, squeezing his hand tightly, follow him.

Zack keeps a brutal pace and you and Brendon are giggling as you stumble over each other to keep up with him. Jake is taking his time, stopping and shooting seemingly at random but always catching back up with you effortlessly. When you finally come to a stop, you stare up at the castle in front of you. “Brendon, what are we-“ but your stomach growling cuts you off before you can finish the thought. He smiles.

“Fixing that. Come on, Y/n. Lunch at the castle!” Brendon beams at you as Zack opens the ornate door. You must look like a child at Christmas because you launch yourself at Brendon, hugging him tightly and you can hear the shutter of Jake’s camera going crazy. “Happy, Princess?” Brendon murmurs in your ear and you nod, still clinging to him.

“You do make me feel like a princess,” you tell him, smiling at him radiantly. “I’m the luckiest girl.” He kisses your forehead and holds you close as Zack lets the cast member at the hostess stand know the four of you are here. “Zack doesn’t mind being the adult, does he?” You cling to Brendon and he shakes his head.

“Nah. For one thing, he knows I shouldn’t do it myself. Best to lie low. And our anxiety manifests differently. Mine, I need to avoid confrontation. His, he needs to feel like he’s in control. And this way, he is. Despite what he may say or how he rolls his eyes, he likes taking care of you. He knows you’re important to me,” and Brendon breaks off so he can kiss you softly. “He knows you’re important to me which means you’re important to him. He knows you make me happier than I’ve ever been so...he’s going to keep you safe and keep you around.” Brendon shifts awkwardly, biting his lip. “I love you, Sugar.”

Your eyes are welling and you clutch him to you. “I love you too. Thank you for treating me so well.” Brendon smiles and brushes his lips over yours once more, murmuring that he’s only treating you the way you deserve to be treated. “Still…” you trail off as Zack beckons. “Oooh! Time to go,” you say giddily, tugging at Brendon’s hand. “Let’s go, baby!”

-||-

“How do I look?” Brendon angles the plastic crown on his head and looks to you for approval. “That bad?” He teases when he catches your rapt expression. “I mean I knew I’d look dumb but-“ and as he reaches to remove the crown, you shoot out a hand and slap his away.

“Don’t you dare. You look gorgeous,” you murmur, eyes transfixed on him. “Absolutely gorgeous. My Prince Charming.” He smiles at you and raises his glass to yours, tapping them together lightly. “To us,” you say with a smile. He echoes your toast with a broad grin and you both drink. Zack and Jake mimic the two of you and you both blush and laugh. “Sorry guys, we’ll try to stop living in our own little world,” you offer, and Jake shrugs, urging you two to lean together so he can take a photo. Brendon gets up and moves around the table to wrap his arms around you and you smile up at him, forgetting about the camera for a split second. There’s the snap of the shutter and you both blink, adjusting your expressions for the camera.

“Don’t bother,” Jake says with a wave, dropping the device. “That candid was everything.” He turns the camera to show you both and you gasp quietly. “I know,” Jake crows, sounding pleased. “It’s perfect.” Brendon nods and kisses the top of your head before moving back to his seat and taking your hands over the table.

“Alright, time for a confession.” You look at him with wide eyes and he smiles softly. “This isn’t just a vacation.” Brendon pauses and you nod, encouraging him to continue, even though you’re confused. “I have something important to do later. But if you’ll bear with me, I promise it’ll be worth it.” He smiles reassuringly and takes your hands in his. “I promise.”

“I know,” you tell him, kissing your interlocked fingers. “I know. What do you have to do that’s important later?” He mimes zipping his lips and grins at you as the server places your salads in front of you. “Bren, even the croutons are shaped like Mickey!” He laughs delightedly at your glee and nods, watching you happily. “Baby, this is amazing. You’re amazing. Even if you won’t tell me what we’re really here for, this is amazing and I’m so happy.”

“I’m glad. You being happy is all I ever want.” He shoots Zack a playfully dirty look when Zack gags into his cheeseburger and you all laugh before digging into your food. “I mean it,” Brendon murmurs later over the slice of cake you’re sharing for dessert. “I just want you to be happy.” You stab a piece of cake with frosting and bring it to his lips, smiling when he delicately plucks it from your fork.

“I am happy. I’m the happiest. Are you?” You ask the question softly, taking your own bite. He nods eagerly, echoing your statement and strokes your hand that’s resting on the table with his index finger. “Good. You are so good and kind and wonderful. You deserve to be the happiest you can be,” you tell him, leaning in and meeting his lips for a soft, chaste kiss. As you part, the server approaches with the bill and Brendon holds out his wrist to tap his magic band to the scanner. Quickly, he signs the slip she offers and adds a tip before the four of you stand. A few people are pointing and murmuring as you go but Brendon slips an arm around your waist and holds you close so Zack can lead the way before any of them can work up the courage to approach. You duck your head and follow Zack out, Brendon right behind you. Moments like these always make you nervous, but his hand on the small of your back is soothing and you relax into his touch; you know he’ll keep you safe. Once you’re outside, you both slip your hats back on and check each other. “Good?” You ask, and he nods, kissing you quickly.

“I’m good too?” He asks, tugging at the brim of his hat and you nod, taking both of his hands in yours and swinging them back and forth. “Good,” he affirms, squeezing your hands. “Let’s go,” he says after a moment, beckoning you to follow him. You’re at a leisurely pace now and Zack pauses by a building designed to look like a fire station on Main Street. “Here we are,” Brendon murmurs, shrugging out of his leather jacket, leaving him in black jeans and a black t-shirt. “Cold, my love?” As if on cue, you shiver in the brisk November weather and he kisses you softly as he slings the jacket over your shoulders and nests his hat over yours. “Keep it safe for me?” He asks, and you give him a quizzical look.

“Where will you be?” You wonder, and he smiles sheepishly as a Disney cast member trots up with a clipboard in hand. The back of the clipboard has a familiar wreath logo on it and you gape at him in disbelief. “Are you...no...wait. Are you- are you going to be in the Disney Christmas parade?” You’re whispering so you don’t attract any more attention than his hatless, jacketless appearance already has. He grins at you and nods as another cast member appears with a garment bag. She unzips it swiftly and whips out a jacket you’ve never seen before, but it’s definitely his - the gold swirls look like his most recent tour jacket, but these are slightly more precise and they- “those are Mickey heads!” He smiles and nods as he slips into the jacket and yet another cast member comes up with a small black case that opens to reveal the signature golden microphone. “Urie, you sneak!” You exclaim in a stunned whisper, unable to stop grinning. “This is the best surprise ever.”

“Hopefully not ever,” he murmurs with a small smile, passing you the microphone while he fixes his cufflinks - an opalescent set you got him last Christmas that has his band’s logo set in them. “Okay. I’ll see you soon, my love.” He kisses you once more, holding you close and breathing you in. “I won’t miss our fast pass. Promise.” He pulls back and smiles, eyes shining. “I love you, Y/n.”

You whisper it back and he blows you one last kiss as he’s whisked away by the cast members and you whirl around to look at Zack and Jake. “You guys knew?” They exchange looks and then meet your eyes. “Oh, of course, you knew. He couldn’t take one step without one of you knowing about it. Okay, so...now what, we wait?” You’re impatient; you just want to see him perform. You know they’re taping and this could require several takes but you don’t care. You love watching him perform and want to see every moment of it. “Where do we wait?”

Zack walks you over to the fire station building’s side and pushes open the door that the cast members kept appearing from. A girl looks up, recognizes Zack, and waves the three of you over. There’s a cluster of monitors and chairs; Jake makes himself comfortable in one and Zack indicates you should choose one and you do so, settling in to wait. It’s been probably an hour when one of the cast members who is standing around introduces herself and says she’s in training to work in the boutique doing hair; she asks if she can practice on you and you glance at Zack, who shrugs and nods, telling you you’ve got the time. She flags down a fellow cast member to do your makeup after begging to let this girl practice on you, and before you know it, your vision is entirely blocked by the woman doing your makeup and, honestly, you don’t mind. You know they’re not filming yet and the brushes feel good on your skin. You only did the bare minimum this morning; a tinted moisturizer, some mascara, and your lip gloss. But Shannon, as she introduced herself, is going all out, studying you from different angles while Tori works on your hair, debating between different styles behind you. The camera shutter startles you; you look up and Jake is grinning at you innocently, telling you Brendon will want to see you all done up.

“God,” you marvel, looking at yourself in the mirror. “You’re both incredible!” They blush and thank you before turning their attention to the monitor where you can see Brendon. His voice carries through the air and you’re swooning internally, watching him work the crowd from the float he’s been assigned - you can’t help but smile; of course, they gave him a Nightmare Before Christmas-themed float. It’s been maybe 20 minutes of repetition when Zack comments that your clothes, a pair of jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt with Brendon’s leather jacket thrown over it, don’t really match your face and hair. Shannon and Tori each link an arm through yours and lead you away with knowing grins, telling you not to protest. “I blame you for this, Zack!” You call back teasingly, laughing when Shannon flings open a door to a room filled with what looks like dresses in every shade and every type of fabric known to man. “Well,” you say with a good-natured shrug. “You’ve done my hair and makeup, might as well dress me up too.”

-||-

“Oh Y/n!” Zack exclaims in a teasing voice. “You look like an absolute princess!” You roll your eyes at him and smooth your hands over the black crepe sheath dress Tori convinced you to put on. Brendon’s jacket is still keeping the chilly air off of your otherwise-bare shoulders and you insisted on keeping your high-top converses on. “Come on.” Zack reaches for you and you shoot him an alarmed look, saying you’re not going anywhere - you need to go change. “No time,” Zack tells you, putting a hand on your shoulder and steering you towards the fire station entrance and back towards Main Street. “Come on, let’s go.”

When you step out onto Main Street, your breath catches. The parade is still going and it’s absolutely incredible. Zack keeps walking, the hand on your shoulder propelling you gently forward. As you approach the castle, there’s a call to pause. Brendon’s float is centered in front of the castle and Zack nudges you through the floats. Brendon is waiting for you, an expectant smile on his face and - is that anxiety in his eyes? “Brendon, what is this?” Your voice shakes as he holds out one hand for you; you take it and he leads you to the center of the float, smiling at you reassuringly, his thumb moving in soft circles over the back of your hand.

“I love you,” he murmurs, squeezing your hand. Your eyes are wide, your legs are trembling, and your hands are shaking as he raises the microphone back to his mouth. “Two years ago, you made me the happiest man alive when you said yes to being my girlfriend. It’s been two amazing years and I can honestly say you’ve been by my side for the highs and the lows. You’re perfect for me; we complement each other so well and I don’t want to go a day without you in my life. Y/n Y/l/n, will you make me the happiest man alive once more?” Your hands are over your mouth and your eyes are brimming with tears as he drops to one knee while fishing a small box out of his jacket. Eyes on yours, you know your smile matches his and you drop your hands, letting him take your left hand as he holds the ring box carefully in his own. “Will you marry me?”

You’re nodding, repeating your “yes” over and over again before the words are even out of his mouth and he is on his feet in an instant, his arms around you in a tight embrace as his lips find yours. The crash startles you both; you pull away and start laughing giddily as the fireworks explode behind the castle. “You’re incredible,” you tell him, forehead resting against his and lips brushing.

“Because you make me strive to be. Let me put your ring on your finger, my love,” Brendon murmurs, stepping back and taking your left hand again so he can slide the ring onto your finger. It’s a perfect fit and it’s truly stunning; a round solitaire diamond that shines like nothing you’ve ever seen before. “It looks beautiful on you,” he tells you softly, and you fling your arms around him again, kissing him deeply. His hands start to slide down your back and you arch into him; Zack clears his throat and you pull apart, grinning at each other.

“Family parade,” Zack intones. “Good news; that was the last take. You’re free to go.”

-||-

“I have one more surprise for you,” Brendon murmurs, stroking your hand lovingly as you sit snuggled up beside him on the grass at the fireworks viewing party following the dessert buffet he booked for your group. You look at him in wonder; he’s had surprise after surprise this afternoon.

“It’s a good one,” he assures you, and you laugh, nudging him with your shoulder and telling him that each surprise has been perfect. “I think you’re really going to like this one though,” he says with a smile. “I hope.” He slings his arm over your shoulder and you burrow against him, warmer now that you’re back in your original clothes - you appreciate his sneakiness with Shannon and Tori; you are glad you were wearing what you were when he got down on one knee and not jeans. The first firework goes off and he turns his head slightly to kiss your temple. “I love you,” he whispers. “Thank you for making me happier than I ever thought possible. I truly am the happiest I’ve ever been.” You smile up at him and murmur it back to him.

When the fireworks come to an end, Brendon stands and offers you his hand; you clamber to your feet and wait for the crowd to disperse. Zack is standing close by and Jake is leaning against the fence of the garden seating area, having gone for a walk to take some photos. When the people thin out, Zack nods and follows closely behind you as Brendon leads the way. Your hands are tangled together and he’s beaming when you approach the castle again. “Brendon, dinner here too?” You’re teasing but he nods.

“We can order room service, sure, my love.”

Your eyes go wide. “What?”

“Honey, we’re home,” Brendon says in a dramatic voice, knocking on a door. “Welcome to the Cinderella Suite, my love. For the night,” he amends, with a grin. A cast member in an opulent blue velvet uniform swings the door open and greets you by name with a broad smile. He guides you inside and invites Brendon to tap his magic band against a small panel. He does so and elevator doors slide open. You’re in awe; Brendon guides you in after the cast member, Nathan, and Zack and Jake bring up the rear. As the doors shut, you’re still staring at Brendon in silent awe. The doors open to a marble foyer and Nathan leads the way, giving you a brief tour of the space.

Once he leaves, Zack checks in with Brendon, who nods and tells him that you’re both fine and definitely in for the night. “Go back out, have fun,” Brendon tells Zack and Jake who don’t need to be told twice. The elevator doors close and Brendon turns to you, eyes soft. “Alone at last,” he murmurs, taking you in his arms. “My sweet girl. My fiancée.” The word makes you beam; you throw your arms around his neck and he lifts you up slightly, carrying you into the living room, or the salon as Nathan called it. Brendon places you gently on the couch so you’re sitting and he turns towards the bookshelves. After a moment, Sinatra’s “All The Things You Are” softly fills the room. “Dance with me?” He extends a hand to you and you place yours in his eagerly, letting him pull you close. He’s singing softly in your ear as you dance slowly, one of his hands sliding down your back to rest at the curve of your spine. “All that I want in all of this world is you,” Brendon’s voice is low and smooth and you find yourself melting into his arms. He holds you tightly, dipping you carefully and you swoon playfully. You giggle as he brings you upright again, clinging to him. “I’m the happiest man alive,” he tells you, kissing you softly. You nod, going on tip-toe to kiss him back tenderly. As the song closes, you tug at his shirt, leading him back towards the bedroom you saw earlier. “Bedtime, honey?” He follows eagerly when you nod, practically tripping over himself as you both giggle and race to the bed hand in hand. The large bed has an ornate canopy over it and he lifts you up and lays you out over the plush comforter. “Let me take care of you,” he whispers, and you nod, already barefoot as his fingers work at your jeans.

He makes quick work of your clothes and it’s not long before you’re both under the covers, pressed against each other with roaming hands and eager mouths. “Brendon,” you murmur against his lips. “Need you. Skip everything else. Just need you.” Your hand sneaks down to stroke him gently and he kisses your temple. One of his hands slips between your thighs and nudges them apart so he can press closer. You let your leg draped over his waist and he pulls you even closer. “Yes,” you whisper, nodding to reinforce your point. He kisses you as he pushes in. His quick intake of breath matches your short gasp of pleasure and he caresses your face as his hips move slowly. “Yes,” you repeat, raking both hands through his hair and holding his mouth close to yours. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Brendon says as he rocks forward again, going deeper this time. “Is this okay?” You tell him yes, of course, and his mouth is on yours again and he’s got one hand resting on your thigh while the other cups your face, lingering between you and the pillow. You’ve got one hand playing with his hair at the nape of his neck while the other strokes over his back. “I love you so much,” he repeats, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” you whisper, clinging to him. “So much. I’m going to be your wife.” At the word, both of you break out into uncontrollable grins and he holds you tight, both of you moaning and moving together slowly. “Oh baby,” you whimper, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t stop.”

“Not gonna,” Brendon groans, breathing hard. “Y/n, love, Sugar, you feel so-“

“Yeah,” you agree in a tight voice. “Yeah, you feel so- oh god, Brendon! Brendon! Now!”

“Y/n, yes!” The hand framing your face moves to caress your hair and his mouth is on yours with urgency. You’re both moaning into each other’s mouths, your tongues touching and lips moving together as his stomach tenses and you feel him come. Feeling him brings a hot second wave of pleasure through you and he groans, clutching you close. “That’s it honey, come for me. Come for your future husband.”

“Ooooooh shit,” you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head as you tremble in his arms. “Brendon, yes!”

“Y/n,” Brendon murmurs after a moment when both of your breaths are steady and even again, nuzzling your nose. “You’re so beautiful. All the time, but especially when you come for me.”

“God, Brendon,” you say with a soft laugh. “You’re - you’re perfect.”

“You are too, Y/n. Perfect and perfect for me,” Brendon says as he brushes your hair over your ear and pulls you closer still. “It’s why I want to marry you,” he whispers in your ear, stroking your thigh.

“I’m pretty sure they call Disney the happiest place on earth,” you mumble, resting your head against his chest. “Can confirm. I’m the happiest girl alive right now and I will be forevermore, as long as I’m your wife. So basically forever,” you say with a soft smile. “Since I’m always going to be yours.”

“They also call it the place where dreams come true,” Brendon tells you, kissing your forehead. “And to quote to the love of my heart, the light of my life, and my future wife...can confirm, because I’m always going to be yours.” He kisses you once more as you snuggle in closer. “Y/n...all of my dreams came true today.”

[svt-writers-club]

1, 4, 8, 10 & 15- Meanie, Junhao and verkwan Otp game :3

Meanie

1. Who likes to buy little gifts for the other?

You would think it’s Mingyu, but actually it’s Wonwoo! He’s one of those people who walks around a shopping mall and if he sees a thing that reminds him of Mingyu, like a small bear or a keychain, then he’ll walk in and get it, no fuss.

Mingyu though… he doesn’t know how to do little gifts. He only does big gifts. (Mingyu bought Wonwoo a human-sized Snorlax. It sits in the corner of their room and they like to use it as a bean bag.)

4. Who cracks themselves up with their own dumb jokes?

It’s… actually… Wonwoo… He’s a huge dork and he happens to think he’s hilarious. He doesn’t show it often, so he kind of goes crazy when he’s alone with Mingyu. He’s a nonstop pun machine and he’ll nearly brain himself laughing himself silly. He once laughed at his own joke so hard that he threw his head back against the wall and nearly knocked himself out. He’s so lucky Mingyu finds it endearing, honestly.

8. Who likes to ask random, off-topic questions with no prompting?

Honestly, both of them are equally as likely to do that. Mingyu does it because he has random thoughts about things and he just blurts them out. It’s the same with Wonwoo too, which is why they’re so well-suited to each other, because they’ll always take each other’s random questions seriously.

But Mingyu will still brulee Wonwoo if he wakes him up at 3am because he has another question about the universe. (”Mingyu, the moon isn’t gendered. It’s a floating hunk of space rock attracted to the Earth’s gravity. Mingyu, stop kicking me this is important.”)

10. Who finds it absolutely hilarious how ticklish the other is?

Wonwoo… he finds it absolutely hilarious how ticklish Mingyu can get. It’s only at that patch of skin under his ear, but even the slightest hint of a breath gets Mingyu going. He’ll just… collapse. Wonwoo thinks it’s amusing and likes to poke or nip at that spot at unexpected moments just to watch Mingyu’s helpless peals of laughter.

15. Who is constantly trying to prank the other?

Wonwoo – I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Mingyu likes to pull pranks on Wonwoo all the time, but they’re always really stupid pranks, like a whoopee cushion on his seat or a buzzer ring right before a handshake or hand-hold. If Mingyu was a little more immature, he would totally do the bucket of water over the bedroom door thing. (Mingyu once did the tape over a doorway prank. Wonwoo fell for it so hard. The entire group has a video of Wonwoo walking head first into the tape and screaming Mingyu’s name. Minghao still has that agonised scream as his message tone.)

JunHao

1. Who likes to buy little gifts for the other?

:3 Minghao is a slut for buying lil trinkets for Junhui. His favourite is when they’re overseas and he and Mingyu spend a day getting lost in the city, so they can take pretty pictures and spend way too much money on buying things for their boyfriends. Mingyu always ends up splurging a lot of money on one big item, while Minghao will gift Junhui with two or three different small trinkets that Junhui will use/can bring around with him wherever he goes.

Minghao is a secretly sentimental hoe and you’ll have to pry this cute lil headcanon from my cold, dead hands.

4. Who cracks themselves up with their own dumb jokes?

Is this even a question. We all know it’s Junhui, because he thinks he’s hilarious and whatever joke he just spouted is god-tier comedy. He thinks that Gag Concert will be calling him in any day now for a comedy skit, because he’s that funny. Minghao is Done™ with him, but he still loves him. That doesn’t mean he won’t kick Junhui to the sun if he has to hear another dirty limerick.

8. Who likes to ask random, off-topic questions with no prompting?

It’s Minghao! Mostly because sometimes Minghao hardcore zones out of the conversation and snaps back when he has a serious question to ask. And I use the term serious very loosely.

“And Soonyoung almost kicked my nuts into my body,” Junhui says happily as he works out a knot on Minghao’s back.

Minghao grunts, turning his head slightly. “Do you think snakes know they don’t have arms?”

“What.”

“No, seriously. Do you think they know?”

“Were you even listening to a single word that was coming out of my mouth.”

“Gege. The snakes. Arms. Do they know?”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

10. Who finds it absolutely hilarious how ticklish the other is?

Minghao is… very ticklish. Like, very. It’s mostly his tummy and his hips, but it’s game over when anyone decides to tickle him. Mingyu once sat on Minghao while Seokmin tickled him. Mingyu and Seokmin both got beat up, because a tickled Minghao is a Minghao that will attack. 95 line collectively agrees that Seokmin deserved that bite, but Mingyu getting kneed in the groin might’ve been overkill.

Junhui had watched the entire thing unfold. He even has a video of the entire thing. It’s shaky and the only thing you can hear is Minghao’s outraged laughing and Junhui’s cackling.

15. Who is constantly trying to prank the other?

Let’s be real, they’re both trying to prank each other all the time. It’s out of love, but it’s also out of boredom. They’re two Chinese boys who were encouraged by a bunch of Korean boys to let loose and have fun, but they forget that JunHao are (1) very competitive and (2) have no concept of shame. Minghao will take an ugly picture and print it out so he can post it all over the dorm. Junhui will take one of Minghao’s many precious Kermits and bleach it so it looks like some horrible, white-patched frog from hell. There is no end – only pranks.

VernKwan

1. Who likes to buy little gifts for the other?

Seungkwan is a sentimental boy and he’s constantly buying bracelets or charms for Hansol’s backpacks because he loves to lavish Hansol in love and attention. Hansol’s a little embarrassed because he’s not so good at buying gifts, but Seungkwan’s constantly assuring him that it’s Hansol’s actions that he cares about. Seungkwan buys Hansol small gifts because he wants to, not because he’s expecting anything in return. Hansol repays Seungkwan in kisses and the occasional foot rub anyway.

4. Who cracks themselves up with their own dumb jokes?

Hansol thinks he’s hilarious. He can never finish his jokes because he’s too busy laughing about it. It exasperates Seungkwan, but he also finds it adorable because he loves seeing Hansol laugh so hard he can’t sit up straight.

8. Who likes to ask random, off-topic questions with no prompting?

Hansol. He just... he has random thoughts, because his train of thought runs on a zig-zaggy line that can go anywhere at any one point in time. He also doesn’t see any problem in just blurting out whatever he’s thinking. As someone who’s usually very blunt, Seungkwan appreciates that Hansol doesn’t feel like he needs to mince words or hold back, even if it’ll interrupt whatever Seungkwan is talking about.

10. Who finds it absolutely hilarious how ticklish the other is?

Seungkwan... is very ticklish and very loud about it. Hansol once accidentally brushed Seungkwan’s sensitive side while they were making out. Seungkwan screamed and pushed Hansol off the bed. He was very sorry about it... up until Hansol went in for another tickle that almost made Seungkwan pee himself. Seungkwan loves Hansol, but he won’t hesitate to karate chop him in the throat when Hansol tickles him.

15. Who is constantly trying to prank the other?

Seungkwan! He’s always... pranking Hansol. Always. Sometimes Hansol gets it and that’s okay – Seungkwan won’t hesitate to drop the joke and soothe Hansol’s confusion. Seungkwan’s pranks don’t always work, but Hansol has the patience of a saint. Not to mention the pranks always go over his head.

One time, Seungkwan put salt in Hansol’s coffee. Hansol’s coffee ended up being switched with Jihoon’s. It was a bad day for everyone.

Feel free to ask me more of these ship asks here!