#I CACKLED I WAS LIKE DUDE HE IS THE FARTHEST FROM OKAY

[spinjitsuburst]

I told myself I was gonna hold any more fic commentary until I finished it but no I have to say it still makes me die laughing every time a canon-compliant Skybound fic starts using the actual dialogue because Cole seeing Jay fucking beat to shit on the ground and his reaction being “JAY YOU’RE OKAY” will never not be the funniest thing ever

[kpopfanfictrash]

Road Trip

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook

Word Count: 1,901

Rating: PG-13

Summary: An accompanying drabble to The Rich Man’s Crochet Club. This drabble takes place after the events of RMCC and follows Jungkook (a side character) + a road trip where seokjin “accidentally” gets left behind.

[ PART OF MY JUNGKOOK BIRTHDAY DRABBLE GAME ]

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Seokjin said from the back of the van.

“Should’ve gone at lunch,” Jungkook said, grip tightening on the wheel.

Yoongi dozed beside him in the passenger seat, both feet propped on the dashboard and a hat pulled low over his head. Behind Jungkook sat Taehyung, though he had headphones in and was bopping to a beat unheard by the rest of them. In the farthest row sat Seokjin, sprawled out on the seats in order to take a nap.

The van was one of two cars on their great summer road  trip. Hoseok drove the other, containing Namjoon and Jimin, but they were currently several miles behind because Hoseok drove like a grandma.

“It’s only been an hour.” Jungkook sighed, checking for Seokjin in the rearview mirror. “Do you seriously have to go?”

It was the second day of said great summer road trip – around noon the day prior, they’d left most hallmarks of civilization behind. Now they were surrounded by wheat fields and blue skies; it had been pretty at first but now, Jungkook had an urge to drive over the fields just to see something different.

“I really do,” Seokjin said, looking pained. “Unless you want me to go in an empty soda bottle, or something. Wait. Taehyung!” Leaning forward, Seokjin tapped Taehyung on the shoulder. “Hey, Taehyung.”

“Huh?” Taehyung started, pulling out an earphone. “You rang?”

Seokjin nodded towards the empty Coke bottle in his hand. “You finished with that?”

“... with my Coke?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, sure,” Taehyung said, finishing it with a swig. He handed it back. “Why, what do you need it for?”

“Well, I –”

“No!” Jungkook blurted, horrified by the situation unfolding. “You are not peeing in that bottle, Seokjin.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows shot straight up. “What?”

Seokjin was already unbuckling his seat belt. “It’ll be fine,” he assured, clambering into an awkward position with one foot on the ground. “Let me see. If I just twist at the waist–”

“What’ll you do with the bottle after?” Taehyung asked, seeming curious. “Are you just going to keep the pee bottle in your cup holder? What if you accidentally drink it?”

“No and no,” Jungkook said, already pulling into the next lane. “I’ll find you a bathroom, alright? No need to piss all over the rental van.”

“Suit yourself,” Seokjin said, settling back on the seat.

Reaching over the console, Jungkook nudged Yoongi’s side. “Hey. Yoongi.”

Yoongi barely stirred, curling tighter in on himself. “Bite me,” he muttered.

“Yoongi, I need you to find us a restroom.”

“Why? Seokjin’s got a pee cup.”

“Yoongi!” Jungkook huffed, and he finally cracked a smile.

“Alright.” Yoongi yawned, pushing himself into a seated position. “What’m I doing?” 

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he pushed his cap back and forth a few times.

“Bathroom,” said Taehyung, leaning to rest his chin on Jungkook’s seat. “I already texted Jimin in the other car that we’re stopping.”

Yawning again, Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck. “There’s an exit in five miles,” he said as he flicked through his phone. “Should be a gas station there, or something.”

“Alright,” Jungkook said.

He made it there in under five minutes, pulling off a dusty ramp and into a gas station. The building was rundown and under normal circumstances, Jungkook wouldn’t have trusted the bathroom to wash his hands, but it was better than the prospect of Seokjin’s pee bottle.

As soon as Jungkook had the car parked, Seokjin yanked the door open and stumbled from the van. He nearly sprinted towards the restroom sign hanging from the side of a dilapidated building. Jungkook winced as he watched. Another bad sign was having the restroom entrance outside the gas station.

The three of them sat there a moment until Taehyung sighed.

“Well,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Might as well go, since we’re stopped…”

Although he spoke loftily, Jungkook saw the awkward way he walked when he left the van. He also had to go to the bathroom – it wasn’t just Seokjin.

Yoongi unbuckled his seatbelt.

“You, too?” Jungkook asked in dismay.

Yoongi shrugged and pushed open his door. “Might as well.”

Once he was left alone, Jungkook sat in the car and after a moment, sighed and pulled out the keys. Climbing from the van, he lifted one hand to his brow and squinted at the horizon. Paris, Oklahoma looked nothing at all like its French counterpart, or so Jungkook assumed based on the photos he’d seen.

There was only one road which led from the highway to the town. Even the word town seemed to be a misnomer, since all that remained was a meager cluster of buildings. One or two cars parked at the curb and more than half the buildings appeared to be boarded up.

While Jungkook watched, a second car pulled off the ramp from the highway. Jungkook recognized Hoseok by the glacial speed at which he took a left turn.

As they pulled into the gas station, Jungkook smiled and waved, but Hoseok remained concentrated on parking the sedan in its spot. Only Jimin beamed and waved back, seated in the passenger seat to combat his carsickness.

“JK!” he yelled, pushing open the door. “This it?”

“Yep.” Jungkook jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Seokjin’s inside.”

As though on cue, the door to the restroom banged open and Seokjin stumbled out, shaking his hands as though they had been sullied.

“Phew.” He whistled, passing a disgusted-looking Taehyung. “That place has not been cleaned in a while. Hey, JK!” Seokjin walked towards the main building. “I’m going to get some gummies!”

“Alright!” Jungkook called back. “I’ll fill up on gas.”

“Make sure to give it more than one pump!”

Cracking up at his own joke, Seokjin headed into the building. Jungkook glared at his backside for a moment, burning holes in his jacket.

As soon as Seokjin was gone, Jungkook whirled around. “Alright,” he said, clasping both hands together. “New plan. Who’s down to prank Jin?”

Hoseok, who had just exited the car, looked at him in alarm. Namjoon, who had followed suit, gave Jungkook a bemused glance.

“That’s never a good idea, JK,” he cautioned. “Seokjin always retaliates, you always get mad and things always get way out of hand.”

“Yeah.” Hoseok bent to stretch his hamstrings. “Remember that one time you put salt in his soda, so Seokjin put a laxative in yours and you spent the whole night shitting on the toilet?”

Jungkook grimaced at the memory. “Okay, but that was one –”

“Or the time you put saran wrap on his toilet,” Jimin said, appearing beside them. He gently rubbed sunscreen into the bridge of his nose. “Seokjin responded by barricading your room with beer cases while you slept. He trapped you and your date inside.”

“Okay, that wasn’t great either – but this will be!” Jungkook insisted. “It’ll be totally harmless. You’ll just get back on the road and we’ll hide in town. Seokjin will come outside and freak, thinking we left him. Then we’ll come back and pick him up!”

“It’s a bad idea,” Namjoon said right away.

“It is,” agreed Hoseok. “But I kind of want to see where it goes.”

“Jimin.” Namjoon looked around. “You’re the tie-breaker.”

Jimin pondered for a moment, glancing again at the gas station. Taehyung had finished going to the bathroom and was walking their way, which meant only Yoongi needed to go. Seokjin could be seen just inside the store, picking out gummies with a serious expression.

“Alright, fine.” Jimin turned. “But whatever happens in retaliation better not slow our speed towards the west coast. I promised Olivia we’d Skype once I got there.”

“Deal,” Jungkook said with a nod.

They immediately dispersed, heading back towards their cars and once Taehyung arrived, he was filled in on the plan. His response of ‘hell yes’ was a positive indicator of his enthusiasm. Yoongi didn’t seem to care either way; all he said was, ‘don’t wake me up,’ and climbed into the front seat.

Jungkook entered the front, putting the car in reverse to exit the gas station. Seokjin continued to linger inside – it took him a good five to ten minutes to pick out the right bag of gummies; they all knew this from experience and had seen it first-hand.

Hoseok’s car pulled onto the highway – they’d catch up to him soon – and Jungkook drove behind a building in town to wait. It didn’t take long before his cell phone was vibrating.

“Hello?” he said pleasantly, answering on the third ring.

“JEON JUNGKOOK. YOU RAT BASTARD, YOU LEFT ME!”

Jungkook winced and held the phone from his ear. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Look in the backseat!” Seokjin yelped. “I’ll wait. AM I THERE?”

In faux concern, Jungkook peered over his shoulder. Taehyung cackled, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Yoongi remained dead asleep on the passenger side.

“Shit,” Jungkook gasped, returning the phone to his ear. “I thought you were riding in Hobi’s car after the stop.”

“WHY WOULD I DO THAT?”

By this point, Jungkook was laughing so hard, he had to set his phone down for Seokjin not to hear. Managing to compose himself a bit, he lifted the phone to his ear.

“So, like, do you want us to come get you, or…?”

“OR WHAT, JUNGKOOK? OR. WHAT?”

“I don’t know.” Jungkook shrugged. “You could always hitchhike, or something. Isn’t that a great, American tradition?”

“Sure, it is. If you want to DIE.”

“Jack Kerouac did it and he didn’t die.”

“Jack Kerouac was white,” Seokjin said. “And he was on drugs half the time! Dude probably didn’t even know he was in danger.”

“Okay, okay,” Jungkook laughed, pulling from behind the building. “We’re on our way back.”

They were close enough to the gas station that Jungkook saw the very moment Seokjin’s jaw dropped. He stared at the van as they approached; Jungkook imagined the look on his face as similar to Cesar right before Brutus stabbed him. Utter betrayal.

“You little… wet-faced weasel,” Seokjin declared as the car pulled to a stop. Jungkook pushed the button for the door to open. “You were just waiting behind that building?”

“Yep!”

“Why –”

“Hop in!” Jungkook said, trying to contain his laughter.

Taehyung was also dying, laughing so hard tears slid down his face. “Wet-faced weasel,” he gasped.

Seokjin made sure to step on his foot as he climbed in the backseat. Settling down and facing the rest of the van, Seokjin menacingly leveled a finger at Jungkook.

“You’ll pay for this,” he said. As dignified as he could, he dropped his bag of gummies beside him. “This, I swear. May I never dance to WAP at a party again.”

“That’s not really a deterrent,” muttered Yoongi, unmoving from the front seat.

“May I ALWAYS dance to WAP at parties!” Seokjin remedied.

In the rearview mirror, Jungkook saw Seokjin crack a smile and relaxed, knowing everything was alright. Seokjin would get over this fast and they’d return to normal. Who knew – maybe Seokjin would even forget and there’d be no returning prank.

Obviously, this wasn’t what happened.

A week later, Seokjin crouched behind a cactus for over three hours just to startle Jungkook when he went out for his morning jog. Jungkook toppled into a bunch of smaller cacti, leaving his ass in a sorry state for the rest of the trip.

Namjoon had been right, Jungkook decided after that. The prank had not been worth it.

© kpopfanfictrash, 2020. Do not copy or repost without permission.

[guessmonsta]

hello my queen... returned to her castle I see? Could you please do a thing just like the Kuroo one except Kuroo is Bokuto's wingman? I'm so soft for them and you ohmygoodness

You’re adorable and I appreciate you so much. For legal reasons I created a fake cafe called The Gazelle. I’ve used it like twenty times if this is a real place I’m so sorry

It was a very rare occurrence for Bokuto to be awake before noon on a weekend. It was even rarer that he was sprinting across campus to get to Kuroo’s dorm at nine in the morning. Campus custodians gave him weird looks, girls walking to their professors office hours giggled at him, but he just kept running.

Kuroo lived on the eighth floor in the farthest dormitory building from Bokuto’s. He ran up the stairs, skipping two as he went, and once he finally got to Kuroo’s door, he didn’t even bother to knock, he just slammed his fist against the door in one harsh blow.

From inside, he heard Kuroo mutter a quick, “fucking hell,” to his roommate before the door swung open in his face. Kuroo didn’t look amused, and scanned Bokuto up and down before he snorted, covering up his mouth with his hand.

“I’m not gonna judge your lifestyle bro,” Kuroo snorted, “but literally, what the hell.”

“Listen, hear me out,” Bokuto began, still slightly out of breath. “The cute girl who works at The Gazelle has a shift right now.”

“What?” Kuroo stared at him dumbfounded. “How do you know that?”

“Me and, and a couple of my friends from statistics have been taking notes on each time she works. She always works Saturday mornings so-” Kuroo cut him off by laughing again, then stepped out into the hallway and motioned Bokuto to start walking. No matter the situation, no matter how ridiculous it sounded, Kuroo was always readily available for anything Bokuto had in mind.

“So you’ve been stalking this girl?”

“Bro, I’m not stalking her, I’m just admiring her. A-and that admiration has gotten to a kind of unhealthy level to me personally, as a person.”

“Wait, so have you actually ever even talked to this girl?” Kuroo asked, and was faced with Bokuto widening his eyes. “Dude, you’ve gawked at her every single time we’ve gone, and you haven’t even talked to her?”

“I ordered a hot cocoa from her that one time-” Bokuto sighed, “I sound like a simp.”

“Bro, you aren’t a simp. What you are is stupid. How the hell are you going to work together with your statistics friends to recreate some random girls' work schedule but you all have a D in the class?”

“Listen-” Bokuto laughed. “Sora says that she has dyscalculia, and that the rest of us probably have it too. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, Kuroo. Sorry I can’t be a perfect chem major like you.” He teased, socking Kuroo in the arm. Kuroo winced slightly, then punched him back.

“Yeah, you have your strengths for sure.”

“Okay, so I’m probably gonna actually talk to her today.”

“Wow, making big boy moves.” Kuroo laughed, “Where’s this coming from?”

“I can’t tell if it’s fake confidence or adrenaline!” Bokuto shrugged. “Both work!”

Once they entered the cafe, the familiar smell of coffee beans, warmth, and just a tinge of something else hit Bokuto and made him so much more nervous. Why should he be nervous? He was hot. He was sexy. He was 6’2 of big beefy muscle and fat ass, he shouldn’t be afraid of rejection!

But then he saw her. __ hair pulled back into two pigtail french braids as she politely took a stoners order at the counter. He finally got to see her eyes, they were __, pretty __ eyes and the cutest little smile and this cute little way her nose scrunched up when she did-

Kuroo was laughing at him. Kuroo was doubled over Bokuto’s shoulder, absolutely wheezing at him, and Bokuto no longer knew how to feel.

“Bro, not cool!”

“You’re just-” Kuroo started cackling, his signature loud witch cackle, and Bokuto felt his face flush red. The pretty barista made eye contact with him at the sound of Kuroo’s laugh, cocked an eyebrow, then went back to her order. The butterflies promptly returned to his stomach.

“The way you looked at her bro-” Kuroo hiss whispered. “Priceless.” 

“Get your shit together dude, you gotta be my wingman!”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Kuroo managed to choke out between laughs. “This is too much.”

“You’re horrible! I can���t be my own wingman! How am I supposed to hype myself up without looking like a complete jackass-”

Before Bokuto could finish, he realized that they were next up to order. Pretty __ Eyes looked at him and cocked her head, a shy, playful smile crossing her cheeks.

“Hi there! How can I help you today?” She chirped. Awh, even her customer service voice was adorable, he thought to himself. He sighed, trying to suppress a goofy smile on his face. Somehow, Kuroo got it together enough to stammer out, “Hey, hi, yeah, can I get uhhhh… iced latte with oat milk and vanilla flavoring please?” like a dork would.

Bokuto was so caught up thinking about how the prettiest girl in the world was somehow working at a cafe and not walking the runway, and why Kuroo would order something with oat milk out of all things, to even realize that he had to order next. Before he could snap out of his daze, he heard Kuroo laugh.

“Sorry about my friend. When he was born, all his brain cells were converted into sexy instead.”

The barista covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a laugh, and Bokuto felt a hot blush run up his neck. He would’ve punched Kuroo in the arm, but figured he had to keep his cool.

“I-” The barista giggled, not even trying to hold back her laugh. “I mean, yeah, good for him?”

“Oh yeah.” Kuroo leaned his arm up on the counter. There was nobody else behind them, and Kuroo knew what he was doing. “I mean look at the guy. Seventy four inches of pure, raw sex. Do you like volleyball?”

At this point, Pretty __ Eyes was borderline hysterics. Bokuto was starting to think Kuroo was less of a wingman and more of his own, personal jester.

“Yeah, I played in high school.” She responded. Cute, and played volleyball? Bokuto just felt the blush just hotter. 

“Yeah, this guy right here, Owlboy Sexyman, he was the fourth best ace in the country, don’t you know. Fukurodani’s captain.”

“Oh wow, you guys went to Fukurodani?”

“Nah, just him. I’m not even a fragment of how cool Mr. Sexyman here is.” Kuroo pointed at him with his thumb, then shook his head. “And he has a fat ass.”

She laughed, and shook her head.

“And does Owlboy Sexyman want anything today?”

At this point, Bokuto couldn’t hide his blush. He knew if he opened his mouth to start talking, he would end up sounding like a dog toy.

So he just stood there.

Kuroo sighed, and kicked him in the shin, which caused him to jump.

“Seems like he’s just too damn sexy today! No brain cells in sight. He’ll take a large iced hot chocolate with extra whip.”

“Sounds great.” She giggled. “Since you guys literally just made my whole shift, I’m gonna give you twenty percent off today.”

“Thank you, you’re a doll.”

When they stepped aside to pay for their drinks, Bokuto burst out laughing. Kuroo looked down at him, and choked back another cackle.

“Did you like what I did there?”

“You-” Bokuto snorted, “Are so fucking stupid.”

“Ah, it’s my specialty.”

“That definitely did not work at all. If anything, she probably likes you from that whole show you put on.”

“Nah, she didn’t look interested in me. Worst case scenario, at least we made a pretty girl laugh at your expense!”

“Yeah, I guess.” Bokuto shrugged.

“Iced latte for Kuroo!” Pretty __ Eyes called out, then handed the drink gingerly over to him. He took a dramatic sip, then sighed.

“Hits the spot.”

“How the heck do they even… milk an oat.” Bokuto muttered, and Kuroo shrugged.

“I dunno. How do they milk almonds?”

“Do almonds have boobs?” Bokuto asked, a little bit too loud.

“Iced hot chocolate for Owlboy Sexyman!”

The moment she announced this, Bokuto wheezed, and Kuroo spit his coffee out in the most violent, dramatic, and cartoonish way possible. Bokuto didn’t know whether or not to keep laughing, or start crying. Kuroo had iced coffee dribbling down his neck like a toddler, but even he himself couldn’t stop laughing.

Bokuto looked up to see Pretty __ Eyes hunched over the serving station convulsing as well. Bokuto walked over to her, and bowed his head in shame, all while laughing.

“I am so-”

“Who the hell are you two!” She stammered between giggles. Bokuto noticed her eyes were brighter when she laughed. He had managed to stop laughing but the smile on his face only grew. She was beautiful and he had no idea how to handle it.

“I am so, so sorry.”

“Don’t worry.” She shook her head. “Your friend has to clean that up, because I’m definitely not going to.”

“He will, he will. “Bokuto looked back over at Kuroo, who was still laughing to himself hysterically, his face buried in his hands. “I promise we’re not on drugs.” 

“Hey, it’s college. No judgement.” She smiled, Her fingertips brushed his as she handed him his drink. He noticed that she had scribbled her number on the side of the cup, and the dying blush on his face returned. His mouth gaped a little bit, then he looked back up at her.

“My name is not actually Owlboy Sexyman.”

“I would hope not.” She smiled. “I’m __, by the way.”

“I’m Bokuto.”

“Bokuto.” She repeated, then smiled. “We should hang out sometime. I don’t know many other people around here who play volleyball.”

“Oh, wow, I-” Bokuto nodded and smiled, looking a little bit dumb as he did. “That’s awesome! That’s great! That’s great.”

“See you around then?” She cocked her head. Bokuto nodded a little bit too aggressively.

“I’ll see you around!”

__ shot him one last smile before she turned around and walked back to the order counter. Bokuto sighed a deep sigh, and sat back down next to Kuroo, whose shirt was covered in spit and coffee.

“Dude, you did it.”

Kuroo looked up at him from his hands, and smiled.

“Shit, I would hope so, because this oat milk is fucking disgusting.”

[clownsgobeepbeep]

“You trying to be scary?”

Hmmm, I’m not too sure of how I feel about this but...I hope it’s enjoyed uwu

@grotesquegabby because of Mr. Twinkles

It was a nice summer day, and to everyone’s relief, the sun wasn’t scorching hot and burning everything under its light. Instead, it was simply sunny and warm, a fresh breeze balancing things out.

The day was perfect for outdoor activities, such as a day at the park or the pool or the beach or the carnival. However, before any of those other places could be visited, there was an activity that had been planned for a week.

“You brought the snacks, right?”

“Yeah, I loaded them before putting Frankie and Dahlia in.”

“And the water bottles?”

“It’s not our turn for water bottles.”

“Right.”

On this fine Saturday morning, there was to be a baseball game in which Flora’s team would be playing against another who was easily considered their rivals. Everyone in her family was already in the van, Atlas driving while Ula sat in the co-passenger seat; the only ones missing were Schrader and Flora herself who had left earlier to prep things up.

In the back seats were the youngest, and then in the farthest were the eldest along with Willow who sat between them. On her lap sat the little doll named Mr. Twinkles.

“So what movie are we watching again?” Rowan turned to Basil who replied with a shrug, looking at pictures in his phone. “What are you looking at dude?”

Basil soon turned off the phone, looking over at Rowan with a blink of his eyes.

“Mommy said w-we’re watching whatever Flora wants.” Willow spoke as she continued to hold onto Mr. Twinkles, seeing as he now looked up at the three. “I think we’re here.”

“There’s gonna be a lot of kids, isn’t there?” Mr. Twinkles tapped his hands together quite nervously, glancing over to see Basil’s intimidating stare as he nodded in a similar manner.

“Well duh, it’s kids baseball. There’s gonna be a ton of people because today’s sort of the championship thing or whatever.” Rowan looked out the window, licking his lips at the sight of the various food stands. “Of course, we all know Flora’s team’s gonna win. Especially against those idiots.”

“Rowan.” Atlas called from the front, peering at Rowan through the mirror to see the latter give a bit of a laugh and shrug.

“Dad, I know they’re a bunch of kids but they’re little assholes.”

“Rowan Alphonse D’Vitt!” now Ula turned around with an angry look of disbelief. 

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” Rowan shrunk down a bit, doing this only to hide his snickering as he looked at Mr. Twinkles. “They are assholes. They really hate Flora’s team and are so full of themselves. Watch out for them specifically. Especially with that shirt.”

“W-what’s wrong with my shirt?” Mr. Twinkles looked down at the tiny shirt he had been gifted, on it was the logo for Flora’s team.

“Like I said, they hate Flora’s team.” Rowan finished speaking, doing this in a quite ominous way before he reached over to drink the soda he had been drinking.

With this, Mr. Twinkles was the slightest bit concerned.

_____________

“Where’s Flora?” Mr. Twinkles asked, examining the new area that was a large park containing at least three baseball fields.

He was currently inside a basket, one made just for him at Flora’s requests to get him around safer. The basket was held by Willow who hugged it against her chest, shrugging as she stuck close to her brothers that each carried boxes filled with snacks for Flora’s team. In front of them were Ula and Atlas, each holding onto the babies who were now quite awake.

“She’s getting r-ready with h-her team.” Willow answered, making it so that the basket faced the left where there was a fence. On the other side they could see a group of kids all warming up, their coach watching ahead before Twinkles recognized him.

“Is that Schrader?” he asked, Willow nodding before waving a hand at the mentioned man. Right behind him was Flora who poked her head out, smiling widely before running over to her sister.

“Yeah, he’s the coach. He’s so cool when he plays b-baseball.”

“I’m so glad you actually came!” she exclaimed once eyeing Mr. Twinkles

“Well, why wouldn’t I?” he smiled, feeling Flora pat his head with her fingers that she had poked through the fence. “I gotta see you play!”

“That makes me so happy.” Flora grinned before looking over at her sister. “Where are mom and dad and Basil and Rowan?”

“I was just with them. They went to go drop off the snacks where the carp is, also to take the babies out of the sun.” Willow turned to see the carp in the distance, but still not far for it was placed right next to the benches where everybody else would be at. “I’ll be going there in a bit.”

“Okay! We’re gonna start in a few more minutes,so make sure you get lots of snacks! But not too many, gotta save some space for the movie theater. “Flora giggled, Willow soon doing the same before they both turned to Mr. Twinkles. “What kind of movie do you feel like watching?”

“Me?”

“Yeah you!”

“I thought we were watching whatever you wanted, for when you kick butt and win.” Mr. Twinkles tapped his little hands on the basket, seeing as Flora gave him a shrug in response. 

“Since it’s my choice I’m gonna let you pick.” Flora stated with a warm smile. “Just tell me after the game, okay?”

“Sure thing kiddo.” the doll nodded, attempting to hide his delight.

“I’m gonna do a home run just for you Mr. Twinkles!” Flora finalized, soon running off and back to her team who was already done warming up.

_____________

Everybody was now seated, Flora’s family, with the exception of Flora herself and Schrader, sat peacefully under the carp.

Frankie was already fast asleep in his mother’s arms while his twin sat on Rowan’s lap, eyeing Mr. Twinkles every now and then. No doubt, she thought this was the perfect toy. Besides that, Basil and Willow were seated next to each other with Mr. Twinkles sitting on a tiny lawn chair between the two.

The game had started a while ago, and now that the rivaling team had three outs, it was time for Flora’s team to bat.

“When is Flora gonna hit?” Mr. Twinkles looking up, accidentally looking at Basil rather than Willow which made him give a nervous laugh. “Aha...sorry.”

“She’s number thirteen. So I think she'll be the fifth one to bat.” Willow answered as she watched the game, the first of Flora’s team making their first swing that failed. “I-if the other players d-don’t get caught first t-that is.”

“Huh.” Mr. Twinkles watched on, then yelping when he saw Basil’s hand in front of him. He looked at him again, Basil motioning to his hand where Mr. Twinkles saw a tiny bowl filled with...tiny popcorn.

“I-is that real?” Mr. Twinkles cleared his throat, Basil’s expression being alone to make him cough nervously before accepting the small bowl. “Thank y-you.”

“They’re bird seeds.” Willow whispered to him, making Twinkles smile in relief. “Mommy bought them for you.”

“Oh.” Mr. Twinkles looked down at his bowl for a moment, then turning around to look at Ula who noticed him, giving a smile.

He soon turned his attention back to the field, seeing a third player ready to bat while the other two stood at first and third base. The whole family was watching, each eating their own snacks before a scoff was heard from Rowan.

Mr. Twinkles looked over at him, not paying much attention to Dahlia who gave a devilish smile.

“There’s the stupid kid.”

“Rowan.” Ula sternly called his name.

“But mom! Flora’s up next and he’s on third base, don’t you think that’s a bit of a problem?” Rowan blinked at his mother who shook her head. “I mean, maybe I can-”

“Rowan, I am concerned for your sister after last time, but we don’t want to cause any problems.” Ula sighed while ruffling Frankie’s hair, his little hand grabbing a bunch of her dress. “Besides, his parents are scared of your dad so she’ll be fine.”

Even with this, it seemed like Ula was attempting to reassure herself besides Rowan.

“What happened last time?” Mr. Twinkles whispered to Willow who leaned down.

“That b-boy over there,” she pointed to one of the players who stood on third base, cackling to himself once he tagged one of the kids with the baseball he had caught. “He doesn’t like F-Flora, so he tried d-dropping a bat on her foot.”

“He hurt her!?”

“Oh...no. It actually landed on his feet.”

“He was limping for a few days.” now Rowan leaned in to whisper. “It was so funny, he cried because he couldn’t play baseball.”

Mr. Twinkles frowned before looking at the field, squinting his eyes at the boy who was ready to take someone out. But then, as if a light shined from the heavens, Mr. Twinkles gasped excitedly to the point of nearly dropping his bowl.

“Flora’s next!” Willow pointed, then turning red upon the realization that she exclaimed.

“Wooo!” Mr. Twinkles clapped his little hands, then reaching down to grab a tiny flag Willow had made for him, this containing the same logo as the one on his shirt. “Go, Flora!”

“Watch as she makes mommy proud.” Ula got the slightest bit giddy, even Frankie waking up for the moment as he watched the scene with drowsy eyes.

Flora set herself on the home plate, running her feet on the sand a few times before giving a nod. Soon enough, the ball was pitched and through the air sounded a large crack that even made Dahlia flinch.

“Hoooome run!” Rowan shouted before they all watched Flora make a run for it, dashing through first base so fast that it caught the player there completely off guard.

She soon went by second base, giggling to herself as she neared third base. She didn’t even care that somebody shouted that they caught the ball and attempted to throw it at the boy on third base, but then Flora made a mistake thinking that she didn’t need to swerve around the boy.

If she was right, the boy himself didn’t care about taking her out, because he instead focused on her before sticking his leg out. That combined with Flora’s speed was enough to make her trip before harshly falling on the ground, even sliding through the sand for a bit.

“Mom!” Willow gasped, not realizing that there were several gasps and murmurs from the benches.

She as well as the other kids turned around to look at Ula, seeing as Frankie was no longer in her arms but instead a concerned Atlas’.

Basil was already standing up, hands clenched before he was stopped by Rowan who shook his head.

“Not yet dude.” he watched as Ula stormed away, then looking back at Flora who lifted her head to reveal blood dripping from her nose. “Okay, maybe now.”

“Oh stars...t-that was bad!” Willow turned to look at Mr. Twinkles, eyes widening when she realized he was no longer sitting on his little chair, popcorn bowl on the picnic blankets with its contents spilled out. “Where’s M-Mr. Twinkles?”

_____________

“I don’t know about you, but she’s clearly out.”

“What!? That’s not the point here, the point is that your kid tripped her!” Ula clenched her fists as she talked to the couch of the rival team, the man being the father of the malicious child. “Look at her! She’s bleeding! She could have hurt her head, broken it in fact!”

“But she didn’t.” the man scoffed, never bothering to look at Flora who was being treated by Schrader. “Look, just go back to one of your husbands and keep your trap shut, would you sweetheart? Let the kids continue their game so your loser kid can suck up the loss.”

Right before Ula could blow up in his face, their attention was caught by the sound of yelling...that didn’t sound too much like yelling.

They looked to the side where the boy from before was, staring down at his foot where a doll kicked his shoe as hard as possible.

“ You wanna fight? Huh? You wanna fight me!?” he raised his little hands up, throwing a punch at the shoe while jumping around “Take me on! Come on you little brat! Pick on someone your own age! Or your own size!”

“Ew, what is that?” the kid smirked before reaching down, now feeling Twinkles punch his hand. “Holy crap. You trying to be scary? That’s so cute, maybe I’ll take you home for my brother.”

“I said fight me!” the doll shouted before he was picked up from the back, wriggling in the air with so much anger filling his little body. “You hurt Flora, you fight me!”

“Who’s Flora? Is that a dumb nickname Hazel uses?” the boy held Mr. Twinkles in front of his face. 

“Shut up, shut up! I’ll fight you!”

“Put him down!”

Soon enough, Mr. Twinkles was sent flying through the air. Oh dear, his life flashed before his eyes...until he landed in small hands.

While falling, he had shut his eyes, now opening them upon soft contact. He looked up to see his savior, a smile of relief forming on his expression when he saw Flora.

Her nose was still a little blood and her chin rasped, but that didn’t stop her from glaring at the boy who’s shin she had just kicked with such force it had him curled up on the ground.

“Pick on someone your own size.” she wiped her nose on her glove, then turning to leave while hugging Mr. Twinkles. “Are you okay?”

“I...yeah.” the doll nodded before looking at her with concern. “Are you?”

“Yeah, just a few cuts and bruises I’ll have tomorrow.” Flora slightly shrugged, not bothering to turn and see her father going out on the other coach who was no doubt terrified at this point. “Won’t have any photoshoots in a while, but that’s okay.”

“Does that kid always hurt you? I’ll beat him up if he does!”

“He’s tried a lot, this is the first time he’s actually been successful. “Flora quietly giggled before finally reaching the tent where her family was, all her siblings and Atlas standing up.

“A-are you okay!?” Willow looked at her in pure worry, fingers fiddling together as Flora nodded. “W-Where’s mom and-”

“Over there.”

“Merciless killer.” Rowan nodded as he and Basil watched Schrader yell at the coach, Ula right next to him while also adding her own points. “That man will be dead by the end of today.”

“Rowan.” Atlas called out to him. “Remember what your mom said.”

“I’m not planning anything!” Rowan held his hands up in defense, Dahlia having been up in Basil’s arms, before snickering to himself. “But Basil is.~”

“What are you guys gonna do?” Mr. Twinkles blinked at them, Basil and Rowan sharing a glance before Rowan whispered.

“If you promise not to tell, we’ll both tell you and let you come along. You’d be perfect for it. In fact, we should invite uncle Davey and his friends for it.”

“P-perfect?” Mr. Twinkles now grew slightly worried, feeling Flora hold him a bit more protectively.

Rowan nodded with a smirk before whispering a question to Mr. Twinkles.

“Have you ever watched Poltergeist?”

[oh-star-how-the-mighty-fall]

A little Halloween Sanders Sides fic for ya, an au in which the sides are human witches (yeah, I know that’s usually a female-gendered term, but I preferred that over wizard or sorcerer, or whatever the male version is)....enjoy!

*~*~*~*~*

“I still don’t see why we have to do this,” Virgil groaned from his place on the couch. He was glaring down at his phone as if it was at fault.

“Oh, come on, Virge, where’s your Halloween spirit?” Patton responded, grinning. He swirled his hand, conjuring orange and black streamers and intertwining them on the ceiling. “It’ll be fun!”

“A party? Fun?” Virgil raised his eyebrow. “Plus, why would you want to celebrate a holiday that openly mocks us?”

“Virgil, those people don’t know that witches actually exist,” Patton said. “They aren’t trying to mock us on purpose.”

Virgil’s response was interrupted by Roman bursting into the room with a pointy black hat perched atop his head. “Greetings, my fellow witches!”

Virgil looked up at Roman and did a double take. “Are you kidding me?” He pointed his finger at Roman’s hat, making it vanish from his head. “Why are you encouraging the stereotype? You can’t even pull that off anyway.”

Roman made an offended noise before conjuring the hat back onto his head. “Excuse me, I’ll have you know--”

“Virgil,” Patton interrupted, trying to prevent an argument. “Have you picked out the music yet?”

“I’m working on it.”

Logan came out of the kitchen, carrying two bottles of soda in one arm, a bowl of pretzels in the other, using a finger to float a bowl of candy corn and a plate of jack-o-lantern cookies in front of him as he walked to the table to set it all down. “Satisfactory,” he said to himself as soon as everything was laid out. He snapped his fingers and a stack of cups appeared next to the drinks. He turned to the others, “I would like to remind you three to be as careful as possible not to reveal our abilities to the partygoers. They are all human and are unaware of our secret.”

“We know,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes. “We’ve been hiding our secret for hundreds of years.”

“Which reminds me!” Roman added, smacking a hand dramatically on his forehead. “I need to brew a new youth potion first thing tomorrow morning. My stock is too low for all four of us to drink, and some of us are beginning to show our age.” He wiggled his eyebrows in Virgil’s direction.

“You’re one to talk, old man. You’re at least one hundred and fifty years older than I am. Check out those gnarly crows feet, dude.”

“Shut up, I look beautiful. You know, that’s the second time you’ve insulted me in five minutes. You okay?”

Virgil just shrugged and looked back at his phone. Logan glanced at the two before turning to Virgil and closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them, he nodded. “Just as I suspected. Virgil here is feeling rather nervous about the sizable group that we have invited into our home for this evening’s festivities. Am I correct?” Virgil shrugged again, not needing to give a verbal answer. Logan cleared his throat and approached him. “May I?”

Virgil nodded and held out his hands. Logan took them and stared down at them until a bright light glowed in both of Virgil’s palms, flickering there until they joined together, grew bigger, and started to spread its light up his arms and to his chest. Virgil closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, as the light started swirling a little before fading. Virgil opened his eyes and smiled. “Thanks, that helped.”

“I’m glad I could be of assistance,” Logan responded before standing up. “Is everything ready?”

“Just a few more decorations and we should be all set,” Patton answered. Roman crossed the room to join him and offered to help.

Ten minutes later, the apartment was fully decorated with dimmed lighting and flameless flickering candles (because Logan was concerned about the possibility of real candles tipping over and starting a fire, and conjuring realistic-looking-but-completely-safe magic fire was out of the question), cobwebs with rubber spiders (which Patton shuddered at but Roman insisted on), and a small animatronic witch holding a broom, that would cackle every time someone walked by. Virgil groaned at that particular decoration, but Roman just grinned obnoxiously at him.

“Okay, everyone, get your costumes on! The guests should be here soon!” Patton said excitedly. The four didn’t bother to take the time manually changing their clothes. Virgil ran a hand down in front of his body, starting at his head, and his homemade patchwork hoodie and ripped skinny jeans were transformed into a black suit and red tie. His hair was longer and darker, and his usual black eyeshadow was replaced with red.

“Who are you supposed to be?” Roman asked him, confused.

“Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge era Gerard Way,” Virgil said. He did not say the word “duh”, but it was implied in his tone.

Patton wiggled his fingers vaguely at himself and tiny twinkling sparkles showered over him. When they vanished, he was standing there in a cat onesie, which was no surprise to anyone.

Logan snapped his fingers on both of his hands (snapping was his most preferred way of doing magic, because it was the “most efficient method”, as he put it), and his clothes quickly faded into a Doctor Who costume.

Roman threw his arms up into the air in a complicated looking swirl, and amidst a shower of sparks, he emerged in a traditional warlock outfit, complete with a long overcoat. Virgil looked pointedly at him, and Roman shrugged. “What? I feel the most comfortable in my own outfit, okay? Plus, this is the only time of year that I can wear this and get away with it.”

Fifteen minutes later, guests started to arrive. They were friends of the four witches from various places: their apartment complex, work, or other mutual friends.

“If you’re feeling overwhelmed at any point tonight, feel free to pop into my room for a minute, okay, kiddo?” Patton murmured to Virgil in between greeting the guests. Virgil nodded, thankful for the offer. Patton’s room was upstairs and the most cheerfully decorated out of the four. It always calmed the anxious witch down. Virgil went to start up the music that he had picked out, silently observing the party.

Meanwhile, Roman was in his element. He was already telling a ghost story, trying to make it as spooky and suspenseful as possible. On the inside, he was trying not to mention the fact that he personally knew several ghosts, and many of them were actually rather pleasant.

Logan had found another partygoer who had also come dressed as a Doctor Who character, and was deeply immersed in an analysis of the show and the characters they were both representing.

Patton was standing in the corner of the room that was the farthest away from the spider decorations, encouraging the few around him to try the jack-o-lantern cookies that he had made from scratch.

Their first Halloween party was a success. And if the motion activated witch decoration made Virgil jump every time it cackled when someone walked by, Roman couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it.

[cryptidofthekeys]

Anti x Tiny!Reader

(Okay, so this is like, gonna be KIND OF a branching path off the Robbie G/T story I wrote, except let's say that Marv finally chanted the right spell, turning you back to normal, however... Anti was not too happy about that, he never got a chance to play with you~ So now, he's gonna shrink you down with some kinda weird demon magic just shh and roll with it k?) You were wandering around what appeared to be... Well, you could honestly barely make it out, it was so dark you could barely see five feet in front of you. You gulped, getting shivers down your spine as you tried to look at your surroundings, desperately wanting to know where you were "I-Is anyone out there?" You called out... ................................................................ Silence, not a peep from anyone... Until, you heard a faint giggle in the distance, this unnerved you immensely but, being the curious little bean that you are, you decided to investigate. You got closer and closer, then the giggling stopped finally, deafening silence filling the air once more, you gulped and shakily called out "H-Hello?" This time, it was a full on cackle, then it turned into maniacle laughter that was almost ear-splittingly loud, a light shone upon you making you cover your eyes due to the brightness. "AHH!" You screamed out, shielding your eyes from the horrid bright light that engulfed your vision, a few moments pass, you slowly open your eyes, gasping, the moon was hovered above you, illuminating where you had been this entire time. You were in some form of alleyway ...Wait... Why was it so huge? The alley way looked absolutely gigantic to you! You suddenly heard what sounded like booming footsteps, it took you a moment before your eyes widened with realization... "No way... I'm..." Before you could finish your sentence you screamed out in terror upon feeling hands wrap around you, squirming and struggling, you began to scream out for help. "҉S͏̶hh̶͘͜,̢͞͝ ̶̧d̨u҉n̡͞ ͝s̡͏c̶̀͠r̶̛e̶a̕͘m҉́͟~̢͜ ̸̡Ye̶̷҉r̛ ̧͡g̨͞u̢҉͏n̸̷͠n̛a͟͡ ̴̡g͏iv̡͟e̕ ͜m̡̀e҉ ̵͠ą̀w̧͡a͠y̨!̴..̵.̀"̶̷ You heard that familar distorted, glitchy, and layered voice call out, your eyes focused on the one who had grabbed you, your face pale-ing. "ANTI! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATT--" You cut yourself off, whimpering loudly when he put his other hand over you, covering you in complete darkness. "I̶̵̵ ̵s̷ai͢d̛ ͝s̴̶h̵̢͢ư͡t th'̛ ͜͜f̧͘uc̸̸k̴̵ ̶̀u̸̧͝p̀!̸.̷͘͢.̸̶.̕ N҉͝ów̷ ̶̕ĺ͘͠i͏s̀̕t̡e҉n̶҉͞,̸́̀ ͢ý̴͠e͜r̨ ̛ǵ͘u͟ńņ̛͘a̢ ̵̸̛b̕͢e͘ ̧q͡ų̧͠í͟e̡͜t҉͏ ̡͡a̢̛͠n͡͏'҉̶ co͏m͘e͟ ̢́ẃ̕it̡h ̵͝͝me̡ ̶͘o͠͝t̸̶h̷͜e̛͝ŕ͘͏wis̢͠e̷͡,̡͢ ̀͟w̨҉͢e͠l̢͘l͢,͏͘͟ ļ̨é͏t'̧̡s ̶j̸u̧s͏͢t̡ s̨͠à̶y̢҉ ̨͏y̴a̴ ́̀m̕i̴g̵҉͜h̀͡t ̶̵n͞òt̵̕͠ ͘s̵̀͜e̸e҉ t҉h' ̶́͘o͢ţ̷h̶̛ęŗ̵̡s̢̧ ͜͡e̷̷̡v̧e̕r͞ ͝ag̨͡a͏́ì͞n͠,̶ ̸u̷̵̡n͝d̶̨ę͝͞rst̵̛o͟͡o̶̡d́?~̶̨̡" He growled lowly, pressing his hand further down, not enough to harm you of course. You cried out in fear, simply squeaking out a quiet yes in response, you knew how Anti acted... And you being this tiny, something told you this would not be a very pleasant experience. --------------------------------------------- You gasped when let go, you plopped down onto what appeared to be a desk, you quickly stood up and faced Anti who was looming over you "W-What do you want e-exactly Anti? And w-why turn me b-back tiny?!" He chuckled down at you "̛̀W̧h͡͝y̴̵?̷͡ ̧̀͜Wel҉͘l҉,͞ ̕͜s̷҉im҉̢p̢͘͡ĺ͡e͡ ̸͝re͘aĺ̛ly̨,̵̀ ͏I̶͢ ̷̧w̴̛a̧͟n̶t͝e͘d̡͢ ̨̕͡y͢͢a͟ t͢͝i͏͠n̶y͞ ̸́͡c̀͡͞a͟u̵͝s͟e y̢ę̛͢ŕ ̵̛́s̸̛͝ǫ͟ ͞͠fu͏c̨͝k͝i̧ǹ'͟ ̸c̀͘ų̴t͠͝e҉̶ ̴̴t͞͠h̷̨a̡͘t̴̡̡ o̴͟n̨̛ę͏ ͜҉fe͏҉̶r̕ ̛on̵͝e̵̕, s̨͠e̶̕ç҉o̴n͢҉d̸͟ ̶̵̡r̡͘e̶͢as̢on ̨b̷҉eing,́ ҉̢y̡ȩ̕r̸ ͡ǹ̨̛ơt̵̢ ̡̢i̸̡n͘ ̵̶͡ço͜͜n͡t҉r̨ol̡ ̷͘͝w̷̡heǹ ̕ỳe̴͜r̵̕͡ t҉̛his͏̡ ̢͞s̷̢i̡͜z̵̨è̡~̷͠҉ ̴̷͝As̀́̀ ̷f̷e̷̵ŗ w͘h̷̡͞a̕t̨ ͢͠͞I̕͡ ̵҉͝w̸͜a͟n̵͢t͜ ́e̵x̷́ac̸ţ̸ly̴̢..̧.͠ ̵̀M̷͜'҉́͡ ͏̨g̶͟un̷̕ń͠͞a͏̧ ha̡͘ve̴ ̀śo͘m͝e͢͝ ̕f̶̢͞un̷ ̧̢w̕͟i҉̵t̸͟'c̡͜ha̷~̀!̛" He grinned, proceeding to pet your head. You grumbled, batting at his hand and glaring at him "Just because I'm tiny doesn't mean you can just boss me around! Your going to take me back to Marvin and change me back right. now or else--" He cut you off with a cackle, leaning down extremely close "O̶r̡̛͘ ̨̧èl͡s̢͘é͘ ͡ye͜'͟lĺ͟ ͟w̡͜ ͜͝h̀͠ ̴͢͜a͡ ̨t?̛͝~̡" He snapped his teeth at you, not biting you but just a simple tactic that made you squeal and flinch back. "H-Hey! Don't do that!" You bit your lip, looking away from him "And I'll.... I'll...." You paused, he did have a point... You were too small to do anything drastic, if you could just get to one of the others however you could alert one of them. (Lol-- dont alert Schneeps tho-- he'd kick Anti's ass-- ahem, just...just sayin' and Robbie-- dont... dont even mention this incident to him-- or Anti is dead for good) Anti sneered, poking you with a finger and causing you to fall over, he smirked at this "̀Can̨҉͢'́̕t͝ ̷̶͟e҉́ve̶͢͞n̴̛͜ d͟͡҉e̸͠f̨҉en̨͠d̷ ̢̀͝y̢é̸͏r̀ś̴͢e̕͞l͏f ̵͢͝f͠ro͏m ͘a͜͝ ͘͜s̛̕͠i͏m̡͝p͠l̕e̶͡ ̡̧̢ṕ̶o̕ke͡.͝ ҉̡̡H̨̨̀o̷̡w̛͞ ̢p̸̛a͡t̢h̕et̷́i̶c.͏̡̕~҉̷" You growled up at him "Fuck you, you asshole!" Standing up, you stuck up your middle fingers at him which made him very angry, squeaking when he grabbed you, your eyes widening, looking up at him, you hoped he wouldn't hurt you during all this. Anti squeezed your tiny frame a little, not enough to cause any major damage but it was enough to cause panic and pain, you squirmed against his grasp, whimpering loudly as he brought you up to his face. "Ýè̛r ̧͘p͏u͟ş͜͠h̡̡͢í̡͜n' ̛͝y͜͢e͡͠r ĺu̴̸̢c̸̨̨ķ ҉w̕it͜͞h͝ ̡̀m͏͠e͡.̸́.̢̛.̀.̛͡ T́̀͡r̸y ̸̧on͜e͠ ̕͟͠m҉̵o͠r͘͢e̴ ̧͠f̶̴u͏ḉ̛k̛̕i̵͡n'̸̨͝ ̵t̡h̴͘͘i̛ng̷̢,̵͡͞ ̨́I̛̕ ̵D A̴͢͡ ̸R̸ ͟͏̷E ̵͏y͟a̧͞.̸..͜ ̸J͢͝u҉st́͠ ̶̡t͠ŕ͢y͘͝ ̶̴̛i̴t̀͘.͘͟͏"̸̸̛ He snarled out aggressively, glaring harshly down at you. You whimpered a little, he was beginning to scare you now, and being this close to his face was uncomfortable "I-I'm sorry... Just... P-Please... Put me down a-and get your face a-away from me..." Anti's scowl turned into a maniacal grin suddenly "̨͟Oh̴͜?͏ ͠Y͜e̵̵ d҉̧u̶n̵̛͢ ͠l͘i̶k̶̢͢e̷ ҉͟b̴̀e҉i͟ng͘͘ s͝o͢ c̷̢lo͟se̷ t̷o̷̢͠ ̛̛m̕'̶͜͜ ̵̶͠f̶͏̴a҉̴c͜e͠?҉̴͞~̶" He brought you even closer, making it extremely uncomfortable for you. You looked down, eyeing his mouth, biting your lip and letting out a soft whimper "A-Anti c'mon dude... Just let me go." You were starting to feel highly unsettled by this. Anti noticed what you were staring at and snickered, teasingly running his tongue across his lips "̡̢͢Mm̵̧͟ḿ,̶҉ ̢̢d͏̵̶u̴n̕n̕͟ó̢͟ ̡b̢̨̢ò̴͏u͜t̛ ͢y̵̧o͜u̴ ́b̷ù͝t̴̡ m̵' ̧k̕in̴d̀͝͠a̡͟ ͠͝͝h͝͞u͞ǹ҉g̸̢r̢̛y͏ ͏̕my̶͞s̵͘͞é̵̡l̛͝f͞~̧͏" He lifted you up high, dangling you above his face. Your eyes widened and you began to struggle, looking up into his eyes pleadingly "A-Anti... d...don't...." You heavily breathed out, your body beginning to shake. He didn't speak this time, instead, slowly opening his mouth and revealing sharp canines and a long tongue that outstretched itself "Aaaah~" You gasped upon seeing the black abyss below you, your struggles got more frantic and you began screaming your tiny lungs out "STOP STOP STOP! NO! NO!" You began pleading and begging for him to stop. ((WARNING: Bit of a mouthplay scene, no vore, he might IMPLY it but its just mouthplay however if it makes you feel uncomfortable then turn back now)) Anti merely chuckled and dropped you into his mouth, snapping his teeth shut and sealing you inside the dark cavern "Mmm~" He purred rather loudly, making the hellish prison you were now trapped in rumble. You were practically hyperventilating now, scrambling to the front of his mouth and banging on his boulder-like teeth "LET ME OUT! D-DON'T EAT ME YOU PSYCHO!" You yelped when you felt his tongue push you around and prod at you. Anti was having the time of his life right now, scaring the daylights out of you was so much fun to him, however he had no real intentions to harm you, he was only doing this to mess around "Hmmm~" You screamed again, feeling the saliva come up beneath your feet, you froze completely, praying he didn't swallow you, you were ready to latch onto his tongue if he did. He opened his mouth to speak once pushing you back with his tongue, however it was rather slurred "͢D̡́͢ơ̶͘w̷͞n̶ t͞h́͘' ͝ha͟ţ̸ç̛ḩ̴~̛͜" He closed his mouth once more. You began breaking down into sobs, sliding down against his teeth and curling into a ball "Stopstopstopstop... Please, stop, n-no..." Your body was practically racking with sobs now, tears bursting from your eyes. Anti realized this and quickly spit you out onto his palm, staring down at you with... concern? He was actually concerned? 'Shit... I went too far...' He thought before his gaze on you softened. You looked up at him, still sobbing heavily, you couldn't even speak to him, you simply whimpered, slowly inching yourself into the farthest part of his hand that you could. Anti bit his lip, mentally kicking himself for going this far 'Wait to go idiot, ya just fucked up... Big time' He then shook his head and spoke aloud "É̡à͟͡s̵y̸҉̶,͟ ̶e͢͡a̸s̶̛͏y͞͏ ̢͘th͢eré́ ļ̵i̵̡l̷ ͟fe̶͘l̷͠l̴͝a...!͜ ̧͞͠I̵͝.͢͝.͡҉.͏͘.I ͏̧er,̢̕ ͏I ͡w͟a̴͞ś͞ ͞j͏̕u͡͡s̨͝t̛ ͏p̨͝là͟y̢̨͘į̶̴n͘' ͢a͞r̢͢o̵̕u̧͢͏n̶̡͝d!̸̨͞ ̵̛͜Y̶e̢͢ ̛͝k̸no͠͡ẁ͠͡ ̴̶I̵͢͠'d ̴n̵e͢͏v̛e͟͞͏r̡͝ ̀͡a̶c͘t̷͢ua̴l̢̛͟l̴y̕ ̢̛h̵̛uŗ͜t ̛y̨a̢̢.̢.̸.̷̀.̡͞ ͜͏̢P̷͠l͜èą̸s͞͝e̢̕͞, ̵̵̛s͡t̸̕̕o̴͟p̵,́́ s̕͠t҉ơp͘ ̶̛c͘͞r̶͡͠y̵͢i̛n̡͟g.̴͝.҉.̷̴̀ ͜S͟͢ţ͞o̵̵p̸̵͟ ̸į͜͝t͡ ̷̕.͟.̴.͟A҉h̨͟ ̶f̕uć̡kį̨ǹ̸' ͝h̢̛e͢l҉͏ĺ͏̨..̷͝." You continued to shake and sob, looking up into his eyes and breathing at a rather fast pace ". . ." You were silent, not even wanting to speak to him now, you just continued to stare. Anti sighed and reached out his hand, flinching however when you screamed, his expression becoming upset now "̢̀Ṕ̨l̴eà̴ş̵͡e̢͡͝ st̵͞ǫ́͜p͏ ͞c̨ŗ̛͘ýing͝.̵͜.̛҉.̶̡͜!̵ ̸̸͞I̛͜ ͏͢di͢͝dn̢'̸͠ţ̷ m̶̵ęa̡͡n͝ ͜͠t̸҉o̡̡..̡͠ .͡I҉'̢m̶.̶̛̀.̛͜͜..I̡'̶̧͢m҉̀ ̨́so͏ŕŗ͢͞y̢͝,̴ ̡͞d̶̛o͝n͞'͡t͝ ͘c҉͡҉r̛ý̵̵..̀̀.̡͠ ̀D̶.́͢͠.̧̕.̷͡͏.D͠ǫ̴n't͢͜ ̕҉b͘e̵..͟͝..̵ ̶af̵҉r͝á́͟i̧͜d̨͞.̢ ́͠I̡̛̕ ̵͝͠w̡͡à͟s̸ ̀j͠u͏s̷͞͏t͡.͘҉.͜.̴.̸̶ t̷e͟͢a̶s̡͘͡i͏n̡' ͘͘y͟e..͘.͡" He began to softly stroke your hair. You heard the hurt tone in his voice, your sobs were slowly calming down but your body was still shaking, you flinched when he began stroking your hair but for some reason that just seemed to calm you even more. "...D-D-D-Don't... do... again..."You could barely talk properly right now. Anti nodded "̵̵I̵͟͡.̷̧͜.̛̀.̛̀ ̶̧͟w̷͜on͞͡'̨͠t̴͏̧ ̵̵͡d͘͝ǫ i̷͘t̵͟͡ ̧͠ą̶͞g͝a͏̀́in..҉͞. ̧I̧͏҉ ̵̴s̸̛͢w͘e̕͝͞a̷͡r̀.̨͢.͏.͏̵͠ ͞.̛.̨͠..̵̸͠ ̴͟C̸'̨m҉er̷͠e͜.̨̢.̶͜.̨" He mumbled, pulling you close to his chest and walking over, gently plopping down on his bed. He proceeded to cuddle you into his chest, whispering soothingly to you. You finally calmed down and snuggled into his chest "...Anti..." You started, noticing that worried look on his face "...I'm not gonna yell at you but please, for the love of everything... NEVER do that again, ever..." You sighed, still being snuggled into his chest. Anti nodded at you, his worried expression turned into one of confusion as he stared down at you "..̴̕.̢.͝Y͞ȩ...̵. ̷̸̢d҉̧ìd͟n͘'̢t̡ ̕yę̶̵l̸҉͟l҉̷͟ ̧͞a̕t ̶mé̷̴?͠͡ ͘̕A͞҉͘f̀tȩr̵ ̸à̴̀l̸͠l͏̧ I̧̡ ͘͜d̡̛i͢d̸?̶̕͏" He questioned, he looked stunned yet confused. You shook your head "No point in yelling... It wouldn't do anything anyways, besides I think... You learned your lesson ...Hopefully ....You are... Really warm" You smiled up at him, nuzzling his hand a little. He smiled, no smirk nor grin, but an actual genuine smile from the glitchy demon who wanted nothing but power and control, he wanted others to fear him, but... Seeing him smile like that made him seem not all that bad "͞Ţ̴h͞a̸n̕ḱ ͜y͜a͏͘?̢͜.̨̨.̶́͢.̶̷ ̢̧͟Ỳ͜ȩr̕͏.̶.͠. e̛͟r̢̨̕..̶̕.̢.̨ ͟͠s̶̵u҉̢͢p͟e̷͢͢r̡҉ ̵̴ću͞͞͡té̕͝..͝.͢.̷͞"̛ You both blushed at that statement, Anti then turned away, grumbling slightly which made you giggle in response "Your not all that bad... Are you? I think your just a big soft teddy bear" Anti glared daggers down at you for a moment ".̷..̴Y҉e̸͘͟r͟ ͟͝͝l̨͏u̶͞cķ̸y͏̶ ͘I̢͞ ͞͝l̨i͜҉ķ̨́e̵ ҉̛̕y̷̕a͘ s̸o͜͠ d̀͠a̢m̧͢n̛͘ ̴̕m̷ư͏c̵h͠ ͞͠(̸̀Y/N).̡͘.̀͘.̕.́͜ ̧.͠.͘.͠͏M͡a̷͡y̷̕͠b͜͏̸ȩ͡ ̀҉̕e̴҉v͏ȩ̸n̷ ̸̧l̡o͝ve͏̕.̵̨͠.̷̵.͏̵" He mumbled the last part, making you tilt your head in confusion. "What was that last part?" You questioned, looking at him curiously. ".҉̷.҉̨͏.́͢.̵ ̀I͟ ̀s̨̛͢ai̕d͜,̸͟ ͜͞I̕ l͜o̷͡ve̛ ̸̕ỳ̵̨ą ͏̶(̢͏Y͞/͜͡N͟)͏͞.̸̡͡..͟ ̀Y̡҉e҉r͠ á͢ ͏̸c̢u͢҉t͘e̵'e̷͞͠n.̨.͟͞.̸̸̛.̸͝ ͡I̷'͏l��l̷͜͡ ̴͞ad̶̡͟m͘i̧t͢ ̸͡b́ù͠t҉͠ ́́ì̕͝f̛͝ ͟͞y͡e̵͞ ̀͝t̀҉e̴̴̴ll̕ ̧Á̸͢N̡͜͢Y͜͡ ̸̢͟o̴̶f̸ ̸̶t̕͢h̷͝͡'҉ ̴́o̧͜͞t͞h̵er̡s͢͝ ̕͘a͘͢b̶̢o͘͠u͟t̶͞ ̧́͟.҉͝..̶̛ŢH̡҉I̛͘͢S̀.̷͟..̸ ̡Í̕ ̴wi҉l҉̶͠l̵ ̶̡͡k̨i͠l̢̛l̶̨ ̢ý͟o̷͞ú̸,́ ̸́u͠͡n̕͞d͟e͢rs͢͞t͘a͟n̢d̷̕?" He growled out, trying to seem all tough, underneath the rough exterior he was pretty sweet ...Okay, maybe only sweet to you. You laughed at him and nodded "Understood Anti, understood. ...I love you too..." You smiled but then yawned, snuggling into his chest and closing your eyes. Anti couldn't help but chuckle at this, settling his hand gently over you like a blanket, he relaxed and closed his eyes as well "̸͡G҉e̵t̶̢̛ ͠ş̀ò͏͢m͘҉e҉ ̶͜͡s̢͞l͏e̡̕èp͡..̢. ͜҉I'̸̡l͠l̕҉.̵̢͡.̷.͘͟.͢͠.̀ ҉I͝'̧͝ll͝.̴̛..҉.͠ ͡e̡͠r̶,̀̕ ḱ̢e̛͢e̢p̷͜ ̵̵͝y̸̡a͏ ̛saf͝e҉ ̷a̢͢n̸͟'́ w̸a҉҉r̢̀m.̷͠.̶̴͏.̷.̸͘ ͡..̸͡.̴̡Lo͝v҉̷e̛͢ ̡̨͝ya̕͢ ̷̧̀(͡Ỳ̢͘/̢͏N̶̶)̴̵" He mumbled, stroking you with a single finger. You smiled, your eyes still closed "...Love you too big guy..." You then both fell into a deep and peaceful sleep, Anti's hand was draped over your tiny form, cuddling you close to his chest as you two slept the night away.

[thepageofapillow]

you better run, run, run, cause here he comes.

Summary: All Hongbin wanted to do was drink so much he forgot his own name, but he ended up with a whole lot more.

Pairing: Hongbin/Sanghyuk

Word Count: 2.8K

Also on AO3!

A/N: This is based 100% on a dream can you believe it???? This is also really sloppy so I’m sorr y. Also they’re American for some reason I guess. Also if you can get the song reference in the title lmk because if you do you’re a real MVP. 

When it comes to Hongbin’s character, you would usually know where he would hang out at his college. Most often he’d be in the library studying and getting assignments done early, and if he wasn’t there, he’d be in his dorm, dicking around on his computer. You would never guess a photography major like him would be at a frat party that started at 11PM. 

Hongbin would have went to bed by that time, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Hey, midterms were stressing him the fuck out, and all he wanted to do was to drink so much he forgot his own name. Right now, the mission is about 50% complete. He figures he’d just have to down two more of these red solo cups and he’ll be good. He ambles around, spotting a huge crowd of sorority girls whooping and cheering as loud as the bass of the speakers, if not louder. 

Two guys were in the center of the circle kissing before one backed away and declared the other the winner. The girls laughed and then looked around with their piercing gazes. Hongbin guessed this was a game of some kind, probably something he’d know the name of by his occasional all-nighter delirium searches on Google. One girl with obscenely choppy blonde hair pulls at his bicep, pointing at him obnoxiously. “How about this guy!?!??” 

The girls cheer and she pushes him into the circle, while a guy from another part of the crowd pushes in the one person Hongbin really didn’t want to see tonight. Han Sanghyuk, confused and obviously drunker than anyone else Hongbin has seen the entire night, is pushed into the circle as well. The same guy who coaxed Sanghyuk in is whispering in Hongbin’s ear now. “You’re playing gay chicken, you know what that is?”

Unfortunately Hongbin’s eyes widen at the guy’s proclamation, while Sanghyuk looks completely oblivious on the other side. Hongbin knows what this game is, and Han Sanghyuk is the farthest person that he’d ever consider playing it with. A giggle escapes Sanghyuk’s lips as he tries not to fall over. Man, this kid is hammered. Hongbin didn’t even think freshmen were invited to these kinds of parties, especially ones with such a nerdy major like physics. 

But gay chicken is something that Hongbin has never played, well, simply because it’s usually the straight guys that end up laughing and pulling away and saying, ‘Okay I quit, you win, you win, ew!’ It’s not usually commonplace for a gay guy to be tied up in this weird straight game. But maybe it’s because someone here knows that Hongbin wants to eliminate Han Sanghyuk from the Earth so he can never see his stupid glasses glint in the hallway or his impolite speech patterns in math class. 

However, those glasses are nowhere to be found as the guy grabs Hongbin’s arm, shouting over to the crowd as he pushes Hongbin somewhere new. “I got a feeling this one will be interesting, girls! They’ll be in a room!” Hongbin’s eyebrows furrow as he tries to fight the muscly guy holding him by the arms and pushing him up the stairs. Both boys get thrown into a bedroom with a gigantic king size bed. The guy dusts off his hands and places them on his hips. “Condoms and lube are in the top drawer on the right. Have fun and let me know who comes first!” 

Hongbin is about to hyperventilate when he hears this, but he makes sure to back out at the last opportunity possible. “Wait!” 

The guy stills, sighing in annoyance and quirking a brow. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“I’m not doing this!” Hongbin stamps his feet like a child throwing a temper tantrum and crosses his arms. There is no way in hell he would be doing anything remotely sexual with the impolite little shithead sitting on the bed with faraway eyes. 

“500 bucks. Take it, or leave it. All we hear about is your disgust for the kid, so make up.”

So they did know. Hongbin was in a dilemma. He wanted to hate Sanghyuk for the rest of his life, detest him so much that his ego would be reduced to the size of a pea. But on the other hand, he was so broke right now. His bank account was crying. He needed new equipment for his new course next semester and his parents were dry too. With that realization, he had to do it. He could even back out after one kiss, just to make them satisfied! 

“Fine. But money up front,” Hongbin says, making his hand produce a come hither motion. The guy steps up with a sigh, placing 5 crisp bills in his hand and smiling like he knew something Hongbin didn’t. Now his digust was replaced by nerves for some reason.

“Bye bye, kids! Have fun, use protection!” 

And with that, the door slams shut, being locked from the outside with the jangle of a key. How convenient, Hongbin thinks. But after that thought, his sass is evaporated when he makes eye contact with the one being he would rather throw out a window than kiss. Sanghyuk chuckles cockily as he tilts his head.

“I’m gonna win, you know,” he tosses out, fixing his hair with his left hand. Hongbin is shocked by the steady speech and seemingly sober movements. He narrows his eyes.

“You’re not even drunk, are you?”

At this, Sanghyuk chuckles again, checking the dirt under his fingernails. “Completely 100 percent sober, my dude. Did you know that I’m a really good actor? Maybe I should have majored in that instead.” 

Hongbin growls at him. This kid, he’s so annoying. He’s about to speak up before Sanghyuk starts talking again. Yet another bad trait of his, Hongbin thinks.

“Think about it, though. I kiss you once and you back out. That’s just in your nature. Even after that handout that you just got, you’d back out in no time. I’m not stupid, I know about your petty little mind-feud with me. It hurts me, really,” Sanghyuk says, mock-sadness coating his voice.

Hongbin scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Oh yeah, whatever. I’m only here for the money.”

Sanghyuk gets closer, grasping the right side of Hongbin’s neck and whipping him down to Sanghyuk’s level. “You a prostitute, now? How much for a good time?” Sanghyuk whispers, cackling seductively into Hongbin’s ear. 

Hongbin whips back and retches in mock-disgust as Sanghyuk keeps laughing. “What the fuck are you on about?”

“Tell you what, pretty boy,” Sanghyuk starts, crossing his legs as he gets himself comfortable on the bed again, “if you lose, consider that 500 dollars you just got, gone. You know how fast I am. You’ll be dazed enough to forget those bills on the counter and I can just snatch ‘em up, just like that.” For emphasis, Sanghyuk snaps his fingers and smirks. Hongbin’s convinced this kid is an incarnation of Satan himself. 

“But, if you win, I’ll leave you alone. Forever. Unless,” Sanghyuk ambles closer again, dancing his fingers on the skin on Hongbin’s neck once more. “you want strings attached.”

Hongbin removes Sanghyuk’s hand calmly from his neck and shuts his eyes, exhaling in annoyance. Having Sanghyuk ignore him forever sounded amazing right about now. No more constant jabs at his photography, or snarky remarks about how bad he did on the math test, or tripping him in the middle of the hallway. He’d be free from Freshman Hell™. Forever.

“Deal,” he says, without even thinking of the event to come. Sanghyuk smirks, pulling Hongbin down on the bed by the cuff of his shirt. He lands on the pillow underneath Sanghyuk. The younger boy licks his lips. This is war, Hongbin thinks.

He realizes it’s  war even more so when Sanghyuk dips down to capture Hongbin’s lips between his own. At first the air is tangible, easily decipherable emotions ebbing off the two as they started their game of gay chicken, just nipping at each other’s lips like curious schoolchildren. 

Sanghyuk’s lips are soft and pillowy, even when he’s pressing them insistently against Hongbin’s mouth like he’s low on something he needs to survive. Hongbin doesn’t understand it, but kisses back anyways. He doesn’t feel super disgusted by the kiss, because he thinks all kisses are nice, so he really isn’t feeling the need to pull back like he originally thought. That, coupled with the fact that he might lose 500 dollars and might let Sanghyuk go away from him forever is amazing for his motivation. 

What started out as a simple press of lips stopped abruptly as Sanghyuk pulled away. Hongbin thought he won for a second before Sanghyuk dove in again, licking a seam across Hongbin’s lips and biting harshly on the bottom one when Hongbin wouldn’t open up. When Hongbin did open his mouth in shock, Sanghyuk’s tongue dipped inside and invaded Hongbin’s mouth with certainty. Kisses grew more frantic and deep as both of the boys’ breathing picked up speed. 

Hongbin feels groans bubble up in his throat and he tries his best to suppress them. Sanghyuk catches on and harshly rips Hongbin’s arms from his sides and pins them above his head by the wrists. He pulls away from the kiss and Hongbin is scared by the insistent need to whine from the loss of Sanghyuk’s lips on his own. “I want to hear everything. Don’t push it down,” Sanghyuk commands. Hongbin, for some reason, can’t open his mouth to retort, so he finds himself nodding. 

Sanghyuk smirks and Hongbin’s insides melt like a chocolate bar in scorching heat. What the fuck is happening? Sanghyuk dives in for another kiss as he moves one hand away from Hongbin’s wrists to slide underneath his shirt. His fingers ghost over the planes of Hongbin’s abs and moves one hand to one nipple, tweaking it. Hongbin moans like a pornstar then and Sanghyuk chuckles into Hongbin’s mouth. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to hear you beg,” Sanghyuk says, mouthing at Hongbin’s jaw and leaving light kisses there. Hongbin breathes heavily as his stomach churns with anticipation and another foreign feeling he’s not used to. He honestly can’t believe he’s liking this, and right now he’s blaming it on the fact that he’s gay and any boy can make him feel like this. But something nagging in the back of his mind is contesting that idea.

Sanghyuk nibbles on Hongbin’s neck, prompting the older to try and weave a hand into Sanghyuk’s hair. The boy lets him, and Hongbin tries his best not to pull too hard as Sanghyuk marks him harshly all over his neck. Hongbin bites his lip as Sanghyuk tugs at Hongbin’s shirt. “Off,” he commands, and Hongbin lifts it up with ease and lays back down eagerly, much to his own chagrin. It’s like two sides of Hongbin’s subconscious are battling it out as Sanghyuk kisses down Hongbin’s abdomen, and it’s kind of crazy.

Sanghyuk licks in the dips between Hongbin’s abs and Hongbin tugs harshly at Sanghyuk’s hair. Sanghyuk removes Hongbin’s hand and grinds down roughly on Hongbin as a punishment. “We play by my rules, pretty boy,” Sanghyuk says as he unbuttons Hongbin’s jeans, pulling them off quickly and leaving the boy only in his boxers. Sanghyuk removes his own shirt and pants and stays in the same state. Only now does Hongbin realize that they’re both hard and that this could very well go in the direction the guy earlier was pointing to.

But at the same time, Hongbin finds himself feeling that he doesn’t mind. That he would definitely like Sanghyuk to fuck him into next week. He really hasn’t gotten laid in an awfully long time, and he’s trying desperately to make that the reason to justify his extreme want for Sanghyuk, but it’s crumbling as soon as Sanghyuk’s hand dips down into his boxers and palms his erection ever so teasingly. 

Fuck it, he decides. I’m attracted to Sanghyuk.

He lets himself go, then, letting every sound threatening to escape go and his resolve with it. Sanghyuk, relishing in those sounds, does not let up on the tentative teasing stroke of his hand and light feather touches on Hongbin’s inner thigh. It’s almost as if he’s coaxing something out of the older boy, and Hongbin’s pride is dangling on the tiniest little thread.

“Please,” Hongbin peeps, almost inaudible over the sound of their heavy breathing. Sanghyuk hears it, though, and smirks.

“Might want to be careful, Binnie. Whoever comes first loses,” Sanghyuk whispers, taking off Hongbin’s boxers ever so slowly along with his own. Hongbin can hear his heartbeat quicken ever so slightly at the pet name, and keeps it together as best as he can as Sanghyuk digs in the drawer to unearth the two things that were established early on. Sanghyuk opens up the cap on the lube and drenches his fingers in them as he begins to prep Hongbin.

Hongbin had no idea he could become even more whiny until two fingers abruptly entered him. Usually it started with one, but Hongbin could tell Sanghyuk was getting as impatient as Hongbin was. He thrusts them quickly in and out, scissoring them and opening Hongbin up as quickly as he can. He tries to find the magic spot and succeeds rather quickly, making Hongbin louder than he ever was before. He reckons the whole house can hear them. Sweet.

Sanghyuk adds another finger and opens Hongbin up a little more until it reduces the older boy to a squirming mess, toes curling in and all. He pulls them out, and then grabs a condom and rips it open with his teeth. “You ready?” Sanghyuk asks, rolling it onto his dick as he positions himself. Hongbin gulps and finds himself nodding. He was so close to orgasm when Sanghyuk was fingering him that he needs to hold on a bit longer. He wants to experience it with the younger.

Sanghyuk kneels and lifts Hongbin’s legs up onto his shoulders as he slides in, making sure to give the boy time to adjust as he keeps his hold on the boy’s legs. When Hongbin gives the okay, Sanghyuk begins to shove himself roughly into Hongbin. Hongbin’s moans become broken and more frequent as Sanghyuk hits him right in the prostate like he was meant for it. Sanghyuk dips down to kiss Hongbin, and it isn’t as rough as before. It’s tender and loving, and Hongbin can hear his heart beat in his eardrums and his stomach churn with that same weird feeling. 

He holds on for as long as he can, but eventually he finds himself nearing the edge as Sanghyuk pulls out, soiling the condom. He comes then, spurting thick ropes of cum on his belly as Sanghyuk ties up the condom. For the most part, he came untouched. He hasn’t orgasmed that hard in his life.

“You won,” Sanghyuk says. Hongbin is exhausted and a sheen of sweat covers his body. He just wants to cuddle with Sanghyuk and sleep for eternity. He then realizes the conditions of the game and turns to Sanghyuk, who is now next to him on the pillows and shutting his eyes. He panics. He realizes he’d like to do this more, and also cuddle with Sanghyuk.

“You were right. About the whole strings thing. I mean, I can put all the petty bullshit behind me if you can.” Hongbin is nervous. What if this was just a meaningless fuck for Sanghyuk? What if Hongbin is reading the situation wrong and he was the only one who felt like that last kiss meant something? What if he’s just a big dumb idiot!?

Sanghyuk opens one eye and laughs. “You fucker. I wanted to be the one to confess first.” 

Hongbin furrows his brow, lifting himself from the laying position and looking at Sanghyuk incredulously. “What do you mean, confess first?”

Sanghyuk laughs again, shaking his head. He has has arm propped up on the pillow. “I like you, moron. I thought it was obvious from all the teasing, but you interpreted it as this weird grudge I had against you. You’re cute and I like your personality and your photography. There. Happy?”

Hongbin feels betrayed by his own brain. “This whole fucking time I could have been having great sex like that and you didn’t even tell me!?!?”

Sanghyuk can’t hold in his laughter anymore and he bursts out, holding his stomach and kicking the covers at the end of the bed. “I can’t breathe, oh my god, this is too hilarious!!” 

Hongbin hits him on the shoulder harshly and Sanghyuk’s laughter dies down. He runs a hand through his hair and smoulders. “So, I was that good?” 

“Shut the fuck up and cuddle with me until I pass out,” Hongbin says, laying down again. “I don’t have time for this talk yet.”

“Okay, boyfriend, whatever you say. You’re the little spoon though.” Sanghyuk says with a wink. Hongbin groans and rolls over.

“You’re a dick.”

“I know.”

[wrenwritesometimes]

Herpes

A/N: I’VE DONE IT! I’VE SUBMITTED IT!!! I got so freaking stuck on this, so I just… I wunged it… Less than ten minutes to go until midnight, folks. I feel like a journalist or some shit.

This is for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer’s Sammy Says joint Challenge, and my prompts were: 8. “Dude, maybe let’s not touch anything until we figure out if this stuff wants to kill us or not.” And: 14. “I’ve got genital herpes.”

I'm actually so fucking proud of this… so thanks to these lovely, lovely gals - of whose blogs I roam daily! - for making and accepting me into this challenge!! 😊

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean, some chicks

Summary: Witches be crazy.

Warnings: So many cusses. And also there may be some dildos, strictly non sexual tho. ;D

*Edit* I felt like I should add this: umbrella loss. if loosing umbrellas triggers you; please! read no further. 

It was almost business as usual - location: backwater hick town; weather condition: rainy, miserable, cold.

It was what brought us here that really had me interested, though.

The bodies were covered in herpes.

Like, no joke - covered in herpes.

Sam called it “cold sores”, but when we got to the morticians at the hospital and had to put on those hazmat suits to see the bodies?

That shit was straight up herpes. Dean was on my side.

Sam still called ‘em cold sores, though. Sore loser, I say.

Right off the bat, we suspected witches.

There was a “book club” of about twenty women who were openly ridiculed for their books of preference - witchcraft and old lady book-smut; unsurprisingly.

There was bound to be a little bit of resentment in that little town of Bentfork.

No, I'm not shitting you; that's the name of the town. But, I digress.

After learning each of the names of the women in the group - the folk’s in this town were more than happy to throw them under the bus - Sam, Dean and I all split up.

I took Margaret Thorton first, and boy; what a bitch. At first she was nice; kind and bubbly. But when I started asking questions she asked me to leave her store. Rudely.

Taking note of her, I moved on to the next woman.

It took me three of the six woman I had volunteered to check out to figure out just why this town hated ‘em.

Woman Number Three: Georgia Eagleton. Basically Regina George.

And I didn't know she was the leader of this woman’s club until I spoke to her and she told me.

As politely as I could, I commended her for leading a - I shit you not, I said - “fine bunch of ladies”. This town was changing me.

With a nod of pride, I think I got in. She gave me the lowdown of what her club was involved in - to my chagrin - but after all that useless shit, she said something that got my attention.

“The ladies are allowed to read as they want, but there's a few fields we don't tolerate in my Woman’s Committee.”

I had nodded numbly, hardly paying attention; but I’m real good at pretending I do, so she continued.

“I do not assort with women who scrapbook - useless hobby, a waste of time. This town has had quite a bit of history with rumors of witchcraft,” she tutted with a huff of that stuffy old-lady kind of degrading laughter, “and so therefore we made dabbling in witchcraft the absolute non negotiable.”

I pursed my lips and nodded. “Sounds fair,” I replied, trying to make ‘witchcraft! sure, ma’am’ shine in my tone. It worked, because she gave me a ‘hidden’ side glare.

I left there immediately; as soon as I could.  

I walked to the next woman’s house with my umbrella up and catching the sprinkling rain.

I loved the rain, and I hated having my umbrella up - but I was not about to ruin these fancy FBI/whatever-the-fuck-we-were-for-this-case clothes.

A useless three hours went by, and I was finally done with my women.

I called Dean and asked where we were gonna meet up.

On my way to the library he gave me directions to, the rain finally let up. Putting my umbrella down - and shamelessly using it like a cane - I stumbled across the sight of Sam about to enter one of the downtown shops.

He saw me and waved me over.

Smiling and greeting each other, Sam asked if I wanted to accompany him, to actually please accompany him, he had only been hit on by these women; nothing helpful had been shared.

I cackled. But conceded. We went into the shop together, noticing too late that it was a pet store.

I fuckin’ love pet stores.

Sam watched helplessly as I literally sprinted to the puppy bins. The bins of puppies. All vying for my attention and love. Well, puppies, I will love you. More than you'll ever know.

I only half-listened to Sam’s questioning of: “Where's the owner? A… Mrs. Winslow?” I was much too busy with puppy number seven.

“No, she's not here today… and it's Miss Winslow. She doesn't like that mistake; quick warning.”

“Holy shit, you're so soft…”

“Ah… okay. Miss Winslow… do you know where she is today?”

“Ooh, and I can feel your ribs! Mrs. Winslet needs to fuckin’ feed you, baby!”

“She usually doesn't come by the store, but I could give you her home address…?”

“If I weren't a fucking nomad, I’d name you Bartholomew and buy you a monocle,” I murmured to a Scottish Terrier pup.

“If you feel it won't get you fired! Haha… Thank you for this, and your time.”

“Y/N!”

“HOly shit--” I almost dropped a pupper from jumping. “What!”

“We're going,” Sam announced, smirking bemusedly at me.

Blowing kisses and waving to my new friends, pouting the whole way - we left.

“So,” I said briskly; with some ye olde professionalism, brandishing my noble cane. “What happened in there, I had other matters to attend to.”

Rolling his eyes, he told me to follow him.

The house was literally out of Pippi Longstocking, the movie. We were standing outside of fuckin’ Villa Villekulla.

I couldn't stop giggling as we waited for a response after a few knocks.

It took a minute, but we heard movement from inside and straightened our postures subconsciously. Gotta look tall; confident. That's how you sell it.

The woman who opened the door looked like a little gray-haired Endora…

So, obviously, my warnin’ bells were a-ringin’.

Sam’s weren't, the bastard.

“Hello, ma’am, are you Miss Winslow?” Sam greeted cordially, smoothly extracting his badge. I followed his lead, smiling amicably.

We showed our badges in sync and put them away simultaneously.

She was very elderly… shaking and stuttering a little bit as she greeted us slowly. “He-hello, dears! Co-come on in-n!”

We entered the house and settled on her screechingly floral loveseats.

We asked our questions, and I could literally see the spite in her eyes growing more and more alive. Maybe Sam didn’t notice it, but I was always good at reading vibes.

He was good at reading people, but the vibes I felt? Not tubular, man. Felt the contempt she felt for us.

We needed to get outta there.

This realization seemed a bit too late since the lady had me force thrown against the farthest wall in her house and Sam to the closest.

I let out a weird gurgle - it was supposed to be Sam’s name, but eh - and tried in vain to get myself down.

“Hunters!” The woman spat, suddenly pretty damn-ass spry! “Which one of those idiots attracted you bastards here!”

“A bitchy one I bet!!” I called out, and I yelped like a frightened puppy when I felt my lungs collapsing in on themselves.

“Stop!” Sam plead for me, bless his heart. “Stop!... we--ungh! We just want to stop people from dying!”

The woman's hold on my lungs seemed to lessen, and I gasped long and pathetically, hacking a bit at the end.

“They're killing people,” she asked, more sounding like a statement.

“Y-yes,” Sam replied, nodding wildly as he tried to move.

Me and Sam both were promptly dropped straight to the ground.

Sam landed on his feet like a goddamn cat, and I straight up collapsed on the ancient hardwood.

Groaning, I curled up on my side and held my ribs.

“I can give you name of one woman I suspect of resorting to killing,” Miss Winslow said elegantly, suddenly a different person altogether.

I rolled my eyes from my place on the ground and coughed again, my lungs throbbing.

“But,” she interrupted Sam’s rebuttal. “On one condition,” she said wagging a finger at Sam.

“You are to leave the rest of these women at peace,” she tucked her hands into each other before her, looking like a school teacher or something. “The rest of the women... they're harmless. Petty spells and luck charms... they are not like I... or the woman who is killing my neighbors.”

Sam was silent, thinking, glancing at my prone form.

I rolled to my back and stared at him.

Sure, fine, whatever. Keep your stupid women’s smut club.

I nodded at him and winced.

“You have our word,” Sam answered quickly. He seemed pissed… but as usual, still somehow sympathetic.

With a single nod, she sat down again and spoke the names of the witch.

Meeting up with Dean was a slightly unfortunate event; Sam was stupid enough to tell him I had been slammed into a wall.

After three resists to the “you need to sit this one out, kiddo” bullshit, we made it to the woman’s house - one that Dean had stopped by to investigate. Which seemed to make Dean grumpy.

“I'm pretty sure she wasn't a freakin’ witch, Sam,” he grumbled after he knocked.

The lady’s house was like a trinket shop; the sign said “Just Knock!” with a jack-o-lantern and a stereotypical witch painted alongside it.

In fact, the whole damn house was frozen in some corny sitcom’s Halloween episode…

I couldn't help myself from reaching up to play with one of the many-many-many-many wind chimes around the porch, but a sharp little plat from Sam smacking my hand distracted me.

“Dude,” he murmured exasperatedly. “Maybe let’s not touch anything until we figure out if this stuff wants to kill us or not?”

Pursing my lips, I conceded and took my place in between the Winchester’s shoulder-window.

The door opened suddenly; and I suddenly realized why Dean was so frustrated we had to come back here.

Chick was hot.

“Oh, hello again, agent!” She greeted amicably.

“Come by to buy more creams?” She winked them cateye eyeshadow bombs she had for eyes at Dean-o.

Sam's face musta been priceless, because Dean’s went BEET red.

With a very unsubtle double-take to the sign above us - I understood.

It was a trinket shop, alright. Fuckin’ adult trinkets. No.. no pun intended, I swear.

I snorted and I pretty much couldn't freakin’ help it; but an elbow in my side from Dean helped my guffaws calm down to a very silent wheezing snicker.

Sam took over for Dean’s muteness, and my handicap…

He got us invited inside.

“I don't know why you want to be asking me all these questions,” she said conversationally walking around her home; which was indeed wholly stuck in some horrible corny sitcom Halloween episode. “I thought Dean got all the answers he needed!”

Sam and I made eye contact immediately; yet Dean seemed unfazed.

We were all using aliased first and last names this case.

I casually settled my hand upon my hip, making it to where I looked like I was very interested in her… products.

Sam, the angel he was, continued talking to her so that I could get to a good vantage point.

It took me five minutes. Five, long, minutes. To circle around to where I could get a good drop on her.

“Hands up, bitch,” I finally got to say. Dean had to get hit in the head from whatever mojo was put on him by the skank.

Sam and I sat her down and asked her - expecting actual answers this time - what the fuck was the deal... but suddenly all shit broke loose.

Shit went flying around and her appearance went from bangable to beatable, and everything was getting darker…

A shot rang out, and everything else went dead… Leaving me with a VERY… squishy dildo slapping me in the face as gravity caught up with it.

Me and Sam looked at each other, me slightly hunched over defensively holding my forehead like a struck, shocked child.

“The fuck??” I screamed. “Like! WHAT! The FUCK!”

We finally found Dean, looking livid and really, oddly uncomfortable being surrounded by dildos and the like...

“That's what I'm sayin’... where the fuck are we??” Dean exclaimed, toeing some S&M rig out of his way… where'd that come from…

“Don't ask,” Sam grunted, edging towards the door. “Let’s go. Please.”

I obliged immediately.

I was twenty feet from the door when I accidentially shouted, “"Wait!”

At Sam and Dean’s panicked “Shut the fuck up!! What is it??” looks, I felt kinda bad. Kinda. 

“Where's my fuckin’ umbrella?”

I had to leave the umbrella in the boundless mess of dildos. Fucking goddamnit.

“You know, ah…” Dean said with a smirk in the car that night. “I'm starting to remember bits and pieces…”

Sam was half-asleep, so I answered. “Bits and pieces, huh?”

“Uh-huh…” he nodded. “There was this chick, okay… and she was hot... total knockout…”

My face started… scrunching. Was he talking about? What I think he was talking about?

“I think I got laid!” He chirped proudly.

“Yeah, by the witch you fucking idiot,” I snorted, despite being severely disgusted.

Sam stirred in time to see Dean’s horrified face.

“What happened?” He said, sitting up more in the passenger seat of the Impala.

“Nothin’,” I bit in, “Just Dean figuring out piece by piece that he may have herpes.”

I managed to say it with SUCH a perfectly a straight face!! But just as I was about to break and start laughing, I noticed Dean’s face.

He was concentrating. Hard.

“Shit,” he hissed. “Creams.”

That's when the dam broke. I was laughing myself to tears.

“I’ve got genital herpes,” Dean mumbled with an actual Scooby-Doo gulp.

I laughed so much harder when I noticed Sam scooting from his brother as far away as the car allowed him.

It must've been a sore spot for him since the trickster in ‘08.

I was just laughin’ as Dean stomped on the brakes to call Cas.

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