#I need funner tags but these will do for now

[phoenixiancrystallist]

No, Bobbi, we are not having Jennesh raise Frey. We want her to have a good, happy, and healthy life in Cipal. We're not giving her to the twatwaffle. We can't even remember if we're spelling his name correctly. Absolutely not. Stop thinking about it.

...but what if, though? What would that dynamic look like, how would it change both of them as people, what would Cinta's reasoning have been??? How do I finagle Cuff into this?

Questions for the ages here.

[theshadowrealmitself]

Last song: Tot Musica by Ado

Favorite Color(s): Blue and Green

Currently Watching: Bob’s Burgers (on the episode with the double date where they are not liking the other couple)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: I like my food spicy and savory, my desserts sweet, and my candy sour

Relationship Status: Single

Current Obsession(s): Star Trek (also just aliens in general), Spiderman, and Cult of the Lamb

No Pressure Tags!: @lenacraft @pandorasparad0x @warlock-pan-astronaut @emotional-fandom-soup @inkytrinket-irii @scientifically-fruity @fandomwandererer @marshthemarsh @the-sprog

Nine people i'd like to get to know better:

Tagged by: @bell-of-indecision, thank you so much for tagging me <3

Last Song: Gmfu by Odetari,6arelyhuman

Favourite colour: Dark red, violet, pink

Currently watching: Death note, ep6

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Spicy

Relationship status: Single

Current Obsession: Mbti types and cognitive functions.

Tagging: @somin-yin @a-cloud-for-dreams @axepen @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @basic-bitch-alkali @rhysaka @blackknight-100 @squishywizardd @reykalot

[creepy-friday]

KWHDOEJF AAAAH I SWEAR YOUR IDEAS ARE SO GOOD 😫✨️🤌👌

This just makes me think of how Y/N would have to not only be Assertive but also quick thinking.

Like she's only there to do her job and just blocks out everything else like Masky wants her to suck him off? Or walk around naked? Too bad, she has to fix the roof or the boss will punish them all. Hoodie wants to play mind-games? He'll have to wait because she has a list of groceries she needs to fulfill. Toby wants to be clingy? He can tag along as long as he's not getting in the way of her work.

The mental image of Y/N wacking Masky with a broom is just too good to pass up lmao.

I like to think that the Operator, despite being cruel, is also realistic and would give the Human Maid permission to defend herself if something comes in the way of her duties or she needs to. That would make things ten times funner than if she was just not allowed to do anything.

THANK YOU<3<3

Slenderman allows everything as long as it's not interfering with his business tbh. You can smack and be down bad with the others as long as you don't kill them

No one would have the guts to snitch you to the big boss if you harmed them,he would be pissed off to be disturbed with such childish behaviour from his residents

Masky would be fuming his nerves out.Your confident and smart moves only make him to further try to abuse his power,which he can't,because he can't get into the way of Operator's wishes

Clockwork would pass you in the hallways and would nod her head,a sign of respect that doesn't wear off

She would be a little shit to Masky and would brag about how he cannot get his dick wet this time

Your choices would make the residents respect you more instead of showing pity to your situation

This would make some want to test their limits with you,which would results into more frustration for them

Hoodie would treat you more as a colleague after seeing how you could see trough him.That would also result into friendly debates now that he found someone with as many brain cells as him

Toby is still happy to see you,especially now that he knows that you're almost untouchable

[adultish-momma]

Shiny New Toy

An alternate, smarter, and most importantly, a funner way to deal with the Leech twins in Book 3.

Warnings: Beyond potential Book 3 spoilers, I really didn't think I'd have to put any warnings down for this fic. But nope, now I need to make it clear that there is a bit, a very small bit, of blood and violence. It's fairly vague, but I still want to make sure people are aware.

A/N: I was brainstorming ideas for the fics I have planned, I named this one, and then it just... unfolded in front of me. Man, I don't even feel like I wrote it. Floyd and Yuu took control of my body and now we all get to bear witness to the results. I'm not even mad, it barely follows my original plan, but the vibes I wanted to convey came across so all in all, success.

Psst. I'm tagging @dandelionwhisp because I know you're coming back soon and I want you to have a present waiting for you, as a reward for surviving such a long flight. Hope you enjoy it!

Something barrelled into the twins, spinning the two eels away from each other. Neither Leech brother had been prepared for the attack, as this came from behind them. Floyd was first to reorientate himself, snapping his attention back to the first years with a furious growl. Whatever was stupid enough to hit him circled his opponents once, twice, and then came to a stop next to the little seal.

It seems as if everyone present paused to assess the newcomer. Well, not exactly new per se, because they were pretty sure that was Yuu. Like, at least 90 percent sure the Ramshackle Prefect had joined the fray.

Grim seems to have thought it would be best to confirm it, just in case.

"Oi! Henchhuman! Is that you? Since when do you have a tail!?"

"You like it?" they asked, giggling despite the tense situation. "I think the colors turned out so pretty." They did a quick twirl in place, letting the sunlight filtering through the coral sea catch on their new bronze scales. They noticed the Leech twins watching them, specifically a certain eelmer's eyes fixated on the reflecting light of their tail. They didn't even try to hide the smug grin that slipped on their face.

Looks like this plan might work after all.

"Oya, what a surprise this is". Jade as always, has a tight lid on his emotions and reactions. The only telling part about him is that sleazy smile he has, the one where his mouth is open just enough to see his razor-sharp teeth.

"Shriiiimmmpppyyy", Floyd whines, an undercurrent of something dangerous in his voice. "Who knew you could be so cute and shiny! Makes me want to give you a big ole squeeze!" His signature sing-song lilt betrays how eerily still he has become. For someone always in motion, fidgeting and shuffling when bored and animated when excited, the merman has become tense in his stillness. Like a coil before it snaps.

Like a predator ready to pounce. He just needs a small push.

"Well I figured if there was a potion that can turn you boys human and give you legs," Yuu begins, nearly simpering, a spark in their eyes that Jade recognizes. "Then there must be a potion that could turn me into a mer and give me fins." The Prefect gives another flick of their new tail, and Jade can see his brother inch a little closer.

Yuu notices the movement as well. They might not have serrated teeth like the eels, or the same malice in their smile as Azul, but even the little group of freshmen agree that the grin they flash Floyd is downright shark-like.

"So if you want to squeeze me, you're gonna have to catch me first".

Before anybody else can react, Yuu swims off, away from the museum, speeding like a bullet shot from a gun. Jade reaches out to stop his brother, but he's only able to graze the end of his tail, Floyd chasing after the Prefect. The calmer twin sighs heavily, moving to follow, but is shocked for the second time today when a magic attack actually manages to hit him.

"Ha! Take that you overgrown sushi! The Great Grim has more of that where it came from!"

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There had been a few close calls already if the superficial scratches near their flukes were anything to go by. For his part, Floyd couldn't decide if this was the most fun he had in a while, or if this was the most frustrating thing he'd done in ages. The Prefect was newer to their fins, a strong swimmer for sure but nowhere near as fast as Floyd. But they were smaller than the natural merman, darting into coral tunnels that he just couldn't fit through. What was supposed to be a straightforward chase has turned into a convoluted game of hide-n-seek.

At least Floyd wasn't the only one laughing in delight.

This was incredibly fun for Yuu. They'd always been comfortable in the water, a strong swimmer naturally. And while they could let loose athletically on land back at NRC, nothing is ever as comfortable and exhilarating as racing through the water. So distracting Floyd had turned into a near cathartic experience, the first time since waking up in this world where they truly felt like they could just be.

Plus, they're pretty sure being a merperson is ticking off some childhood dream checklist.

"Gotcha Shrimpy!" Eventually, Floyd had been able to grab them, causing a startled scream to escape their lips and a manic cackle to escape his. "That was so much fun! But now I can squeeze you as hard and as long as I want since I wo-on"

"Alright" they agree, a little breathless as he begins to wind his tail around them, just tight enough to border discomfort. "That's fair. You did win our game of chase."

"Hahaha!" The eel lets out another series of excited laughs, accompanied by a sharp squeeze. "You're so cute if you thought you could beat me".

Despite wanting this, despite planning every part of this undersea excursion, including letting Floyd capture them, Yuu can't help but stiffen at the feeling of his very sharp, very dangerous, teeth dragging across their neck.

"Jade's always been the patient hunter" Floyd chuckles, reveling in the Prefect's discomfort. "But I've always been more active when catching prey."

One of his clawed hands ghosts down their body to where scales just begin to crop up, the delicate things glinting bronze and copper under his inspection. Suddenly, the human-turned-mer feels a sharp tearing sensation, watching as a small trickle of blood floats into the water surrounding them. Floyd holds up the scale he stole, a lazy smile on his lips and wide, dilated eyes.

"And admittedly Shrimpy, I've always been a sucker for shiny things."

"I thought so. Hey, speaking of Jade, I wonder how many hits the guys have landed on your brother now that he can't rely on your Unique Magic." Floyd stiffens, tightening around Yuu enough to force the air out of their lungs. But then he loosens, more than likely aiming to untangle himself to go help his brother. But the Prefect suddenly latches onto him, winding their arms tight around his body and locking their arms behind his back. Where his tail had uncoiled around them, now that wrap their tail around him, trapping him for just a few minutes longer.

"Poor Jade, abandoned by his brother because you just couldn't resist a new shiny toy." Floyd snarls, gnashing his teeth at the Prefect, but they just laugh, squeezing his tail a little tighter.

"Little Shrimpy tricked you!~ You fell for it hook, line, and sinker."

[bluewren]

Welcome to DADWC!! I’m so intrigued by your Lex Lavellan/Dalish, so I’m here with the prompt: “Get on my shoulders, you’ll see better”

Thanks for the prompt and curiosity. 🥰️This is something from when the two of them visit Wycome.

@dadrunkwriting

Word Count: 1018

There has been many cities and towns that Eludysia has visited. Alienage have been a common sight in them, a Vhenadahl is always a cultural symbol in them. It is something that elves here turn to as a droplet of their Elven heritage.

Other times, the Dalish mage would have taken one look and moved on. The intricate lives of the Alienage elves were never of interest to her, it was never wise for a mage to stay at one location for too long nor would she be conspicuous amongst city elves. This time was different, the first time which both facts are untrue. So she rests her legs at the base of the tree, letting herself be at rest with her legs folded together.

The bark had their roots painted to touch the branches. There are children playing tag around the Vhenadahl. The prays of elves wishing for the Creator’s blessings, something that she considers a bit peculiar to her ears as the elvish tones and sounds were a bit too unfamiliar for her ears to follow.

“Tag! You’re it.”

“No fair! You’re not allowed to tag a hero.”

The cheery endearment that the two kids have brings a smile to Eludysia’s lips. She has a smirk puffs up her cheeks for the bright eyed.

“And what makes me worthy of being called a hero.”

“I dunno.” The boy twiddles with his thumbs. “You work for the Inquisitor. That means you saved everyone at our Alienage!”

“Oh? Is that how you see Lady Taliesen coming to rescue everyone?”

“Yesss!!” The girl with him throws up her hands. “I saw her riding on a golem!! She was so cool.”

“We tried to play Golems and Viscounts once.” The boy sighs. “But rocks are really heavy.”

“Perhaps there are funner things to play than pretend golems.” Elu snorts. She reaches for a little toy from her satchel, something that Taliesen crafted for the Alienage kids.

A metal small pulley controlled fox, lifeless with it’s many levers running through it. Until the mage pressed the touch of mana onto the toy, tiny eyes gain a shimmering blue glow and the legs straighten themselves. Readying into a pounce to travel elsewhere.

“Tag.” She declares, letting the contraption free for the kids to follow, giggling in the chase for their shining new toy.

“I never quite imagine you being so good with kids.”

Eludysia simply raises a brow at the familiar comfort of the mellowed voice.

“I didn’t start my life working for the Iron Bull.”

“I just never saw it in you." Lex takes a seat next to his partner. "Or atleast you've never told me about wanting them."

"I never gave it much thought." Eludysia grins at Lex. "I don’t run into many Dalish folk after I left my clan."

“You still feel the same way?” Lex raises an attentive brow.

“Not so much anymore.” Eludysia pulls back strands of hair with a finger. “I got someone who I might consider kids with.”

Lex softly snorts, her sentiment was mutually felt even if their lives wasn’t an ideal one to have a family.

“What do think of the Vhenadahl?” Eludysia points at the tree they’re seated in front of.

Lex looks up, empty of any feeling for the tree except for being like minded with Sera and wanting more apples on it.

“What of it?”

“The elves here see it as an important piece of their culture.” Elu’s finger traces over fingers over the markings on the tree, the ongoing story of the elves here now. “The hahren tells her stories her stories here in front of it. Every elf born here has stared up at this tree.”

“Well. Sera’s right, it needs more apples.” Lex responds, irreverent with a lopsided smirk.

“You can’t be so vapid about this…” Eludysia furrows her brows. “The Vhenadahl means as much to the culture of Alienage Elves as vallaslin mean to our clan. We were lore keepers for our People.”

Emphasis on their people.

“The elves here are their own people. Why should I have an opinion on them?” Lex shrugs his shoulders, and letting his head rest on his palm.

“We came from the same nation, our lives weren’t always so separated. What their customs are, were once our own too.” Eludysia has slow blinks for Lex, still studying her partner’s reactions.

Sighing, the warrior mage admits there is a small bit of defeat in him. Letting more of a life that he couldn’t cling onto, slip away from him.

“It hasn’t been something I’ve thought about, it’s been years since I apprenticed for Deshanna.” He tells, letting his shoulders slump further down.

The Chargers mage turns away her eyes, even without words for the sentiment, she did search for the same path home as Lex did.

“I… can see your reasoning there.”

“What do you see in the Vhenadahl?” Lex gathers back strength within himself, directing wide eyed curiosity to Elu.

“I suppose there’s beauty to having a home for their selves, that I’ve only now considered. Even with how much the city elves worry about the impermanence in an Alienage.” Her fingers trace the lines of the branches, wondering what the tree has seen from up high.

“I think I’m understanding what you see in the tree.” Nodding, Lex brings Eludysia’s legs over his shoulders.

“What are you doing?” Elu is shaken for a moment when she gets grabbed.

“Come one. Get on my shoulders.” Lex chuckles as he pulls Elu upright above himself. “You’ll be able to see more of the Alienage.”

It takes a moment for Eludysia to balance herself. Then from up there she can look over the many elves who now call Wycome, home. Dalish elves, still strangers to her, helping the city elves improve their homes. Mages training and using their abilities to close leaking roofs of the many ill maintained house. There is no division amongst the elves here, everyone too focused on making their new home.

Eludysia smiles at a sight that she seldom thought would happen. “This is worth us traveling here.”

[bottombaron]

the high school Winterbaron au that I'll never write~

Zemo transfers to an American school. his father caught him attending a protest and he can't have him undermining the Sokovian government so now Zemo is living at his estranged mother's house in America.

his mother, being American, means Zemo has dual citizenship. her and his father are separated but not divorced. (Zemo hadn't seen her since she left them when he was four so their relationship isn't great)

Bucky is part of the large friend group of avenger characters (Steve, Tony, Bruce, Thor etc.) but he feels left out. it used to be just him, Steve, Natasha, and then later Sam. but now Steve is being pulled away by friends like Tony and girlfriend Peggy. Bucky has Sam and Natasha, but Nat is closer with Clint and Sam is naturally more outgoing and popular than Bucky is, with his own friends.

basically Bucky is feeling lonely as fuck.

due to a complex powder-keg of racism, American ignorance (on the avenger's side), and an already deep-seated resentment of the Starks' and the American forces bombing Sokovia (on Zemo's side): him and the 'avengers group' do not get along and are instantly at each other's throats

Zemo is constantly causing mayhem at school and trying to get kicked out and sent back home. everyone pretty much hates him and he's fine with that.

*vague plot hand wave* something happens, a bet between Zemo and the 'avengers' ends up with Zemo getting to take one of them out on a date and they have do what he says for the day

he chooses Bucky and everyone is thrown

Bucky hardly knows this guy and Steve and Tony thought it would be one of them. they try to refuse on his behalf but Bucky's not that bothered, '*shrug* he's like, what? 5 even?? (he's not) I could just pick him up and throw him if he tried anything (he could do that tho), i'll be fine.'

Bucky feels weird about it more because he's not a part of this fucking drama and now he feels like he's been made the center of it

Steve and Tony are fighting over his involvement in this mess (Steve is protective, Tony is dismissive) and Bucky is just tiRED

Zemo had simply noticed Bucky was being abandoned by his friends and thought he looked lonely like him. but he's also a little shit and too busy playing the villain (and having a blast thank you very much) to drop the façade

so Bucky and Zemo agree to meet at a mall for a 'date'

the mall Zemo chooses is huge and luxurious and Bucky already feels uncomfortable in it. he sits and waits in the food court where there's at least a Hot Dog on a Stick he can feel a little within his financial comforts

Zemo finds him and they're off walking the mall

they bicker, they banter, and of course Zemo is fucking weird. he's acting like they've been friends for years and excitedly showing Bucky all the window displays like Bucky isn't (technically) there against his will. but it's not uncomfortable enough that he isn't starting to catch onto Zemo's chaotic rhythm and enjoy himself a little

they start to talk in that sarcastic playfully teasing way. Bucky's dry wit and Zemo's sharp flirty replies work really well together and they're actually kind of having a good time

until Zemo reminds Bucky he has to do what he says for the day and takes him to a really fancy boutique and informs Bucky that his task is to try on some clothes with Zemo

Bucky instantly feels panic when he's in the store, it's too big and too crowded and there's actual security guards in three piece suits giving him the most judgmental looks as if he's a criminal

everyone knows he doesn't belong there and that he's small and dirty

he starts to have a panic attack

Zemo notices and pulls Bucky into a corner of the store, hands him a bottle of water and instructs him to focus on drinking the bottle up to the label. every sip of water he must take a deep breath like he's coming up for air in a pool. let it out. and take another sip. and repeat.

Zemo tells Bucky he's going to be right back and leaves to talk to someone important

Bucky doesn't notice when everyone starts to leave the shop

the doors close, the lights dim, the music stops playing current pop and plays something soft and old. when Zemo comes back Bucky is feeling a lot better

Zemo says he talked with the manager and they told him he and Bucky could have the next couple of hours by themselves in the shop, if Bucky was still willing that is

Bucky feels embarrassed but Zemo starts ranting about everything that's triggering in the store, like it was everyone else's fault and not Buckys'. it makes him feel less ashamed. 'it's these florescent lights, the doormen were assholes, that music hurt my head too, etc'. like what Bucky had just went through was perfectly normal and not something bad Bucky did on purpose or for attention like people normally make him feel.

he doesn't question how Zemo got everyone to leave and the store to soften (he actually doesn't know Zemo is rich, he never bothered to know Zemo at all. he was just the guy everyone at school hated)

the two of them spend the time running around like children with the store all to themselves, the only other person a butler-like-attendant that serves them champaign and cashews.

Bucky braces for Zemo to dress him up like he promised he would. he's expecting a trim three piece suit that Zemo was eyeing earlier or something equally uncomfortable. but with how surprisingly well Zemo had been treating him Bucky feels like he can indulge a small dress up party for the guy

he's surprised again when Zemo's wardrobe choices for him are sinfully soft cotton jeans, t-shirts, and the sexiest leather jacket he's even seen

they're clothes Bucky would have picked for himself and he feels great in them

Zemo for his part steps out of the dressing room looking like Elton John meets Cruella DeVil

the ugliest purple fur coat, heels with gold accents, and a crop top that says 'break my hole not my heart' on it

Bucky: that is the ugliest fucking outfit I've ever seen

Zemo: thank you, I love it 😎

Bucky asks why he wasn't forced to wear something more high fashion, Zemo answers that, 'while I would love to see you in a suit I know you wouldn't be comfortable in one. attractiveness is about comfort. my style isn't yours. I'm comfortable in things that you would never be in which is why I make this look good. and you look exquisite in that.'

Bucky blushes but doesn't disagree. he does however tease Zemo about his outfit. 'are you sure you actually pull that off?'

Zemo: oh hunny, I'm fuckable in anything

Bucky switches into his old clothes and whistles when he sees the price tag. 'I could never afford this' Zemo looks, 'ah yes , that is quite the ridiculous mark up.'

Zemo: which is why I was planning on stealing it ;3

and then he runs out of the store with all the clothes he picked out for Bucky, still in his gaudy outfit

Bucky is dumbfounded but quickly runs after him and they stop only after they're at the other end of the mall, out of breath

Bucky: the actual fuck, Zemo!

Zemo: *is wearing his ~who me? I've never done anything wrong in my cute little life~ face* :3

Zemo explains shoplifting is good actually fuck capitalism

and doesn't explain that the reason why they had control of the store in the first place is because his father is an investor and everything they ran out with was technically already bought the moment they touched it

but he doesn't want Bucky to feel indebted for the clothes or make him feel like he needs charity. and rebellion (even pretend rebellion) is funner

Bucky suspects everything is fine anyway because he's not an idiot but it's funner to pretend for him too

the fantasy world that they've created outside of their actual lives and drama, in this mall, on this day, is freeing

Zemo releases Bucky of their deal, the time having been completed

Bucky, instead of leaving, takes Zemo's wrist and guides him to Hot Dog on a Stick at the food court

he treats him to a $5 dinner and watches, trying not to laugh, as Zemo attempts to eat a corndog with mustard in a pair of white Versace cashmere pants

it's the best date he's ever had

[luv-loo]

Being in the editing community is really cool, but here’s a list of things I think all new editors/people looking around the group should know before anything

*Everything is by my account only, some things may differ from person to person. Feel free to add onto this if you’ll like ! Also, some things here either relate to requesters or editors, some both

If someone has requested from one of your blacklisted sources, tell them. If it’s triggering for you and you generally don’t like seeing it’s name and the characters block them

If you don’t like a source on someone’s blog, either just don’t indulge in the blog if it makes you uncomfortable and you would rather stay clear of the source, or just block the sources tag. You can’t help handle what triggers you, but everyone has a different reason for having a source on their list

If someone ask you why something is on your blacklist but you’re uncomfortable with saying the reason, tell them that. Tell them that you aren’t comfortable and you would rather not say. If they start saying stuff like “But there’s nothing bad with the source/aesthetic/character!” Block them or just don’t respond

MANNERS PEOPLE. I love getting “please/thank you”. If someone isn’t using manners and you felt like the request came off as rude, tell them. Still being rude? Block them

“Your style looks like XYZ” or “This style is similar to XYZ, are you copying them?” Just ignore that. There’s nothing wrong with having a similar style to someone else. It’s how everyone starts learning and making it into their own thing.

If you see someone using your edits with no credit/reblog, tell them. Tell them to credit for using your work.

If someone ask for “no kin tags” or anything similar you should respect that, many IRL’s and fictives are uncomfortable with those tags addressing themselves (please correct me if I’m wrong in this statement, as I’m not either of these)

Read editors rules/DNI/Sources/Blacklist before requesting, it’s nice and common sense in a community like ours

If you aren’t sure a source is a loud? Ask beforehand ! There’s nothing wrong in asking

If the editor doesn’t want people to request outside sources than respect that and only request the listed sources they have

Don’t be afraid to decline request for whatever reason ! Also, be understanding if a editor declines YOUR requests

Request from sources the editor likes or the type of edit they like doing ! It’s make their time a lot funner

Don’t be pushy if a editor takes awhile on a request ! They have an outside life as well that they need to focus on to !

I’ve been in discourse and I’ve thought back to it and I understand I could of taken it better, so I’m just gonna say this: either don’t evolve yourself in it or, if you were forced, don’t let it get to you. I let it get to me to much and I think that ruined my relationship with my old blog I had since the end of 2019, as it is now deleted and I’ve started new. Editing discourse isn’t the end of the world, but it can be if you let it get to you. If you want to know more about a discourse, be careful who you ask as some will know/want to talk about it more than others. I know it isn’t that good of advice on this topic, but I’m going from what I know and been through.

Editors can only give so much advice, you learn along the way ! Don’t be afraid to ask for anything else if you are planning to start a blog or just want to check out the community !

[smiledotdeer-a]

(( I have...a LOT to think about/do today.

Cutting my “following” list WAY down. This is the one I’m feeling the most apprehensive about, because if I unfollow someone, it means we are no longer mutuals, which means that, although they are welcome to send in asks, we can no longer do threads together. On the OTHER hand I am becoming increasingly more uncomfortable and squeamish about interacting with anyone new/people that I barely know on an OOC level, because I find it difficult to gauge what’s going to happen—and while sometimes surprises are nice, it isn’t always something I wind up enjoying. Bottom line is that I need to interact with people I’m comfortable with, and unfortunately (at least for now) that list is rather small. I did this!!

Going through my subverse list. This is also something I am apprehensive about doing. A lot of my subverses are either completely inactive or barely used. I am someone that gets the most enjoyment out of doing romantic interactions with people that I can talk to on a fairly regular basis. If we’re barely talking, either IC or OOC, it’s not as fun for me. So I really have to start approaching people and talking to them about the future of our romantic ships together. I’m just scared people will get mad at me for it. Ech.

Come up with ship names. This is one of the funner options on this list! I need to get with the people I do plan on shipping long-term with and see if we can’t come up with tags I can use for ship content (like I did with “buckcal up.” for my ship with Puff or “catching shadows.” for my ship with Des).

Finish iconing Alastor’s comic. Another fun one, though not as fun as the one above. I’ve done the first 6 pages. There’s 16 pages altogether. I already have 150 icons. I can only imagine how many more I’ll be able to make. Once it’s all done I’m planning on making a Dropbox link so other Alastor blogs can potentially enjoy them as much as I do. I did this!!

That’s all I can think of for right now. If you read this: thank you. It means a lot. ))

[keelywolfe]

Drabble: High Praise (BAON)

Summary:  Stretch learns that when you're getting down in the dirt, it makes it that much easier to have a filthy mind.

Tags:  Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Domestic Fluff

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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"you know, babe, i'm always happy to help out."

"I know and I appreciate your willingness."

"it's no trouble at all."

"As you've said, several times now."

"but. are you sure i'm the best volunteer for this?"

"Stretch," Edge said, and the calm patience in his voice held the slightest fragment of exasperation. "I am perfectly confident in your weeding skills. If you want to help me—"

"i do! i mean, if you want me to."

"—then you are perfectly welcome to help and of course I want you to. Love, it would be a sad day, indeed, if I didn't want you around. I always want you close."

From where he was sitting in the middle of the garden, Stretch couldn't help grinning, even though Edge was sadly out of reach. "oh, yeah, butter that toast, baby."

Edge only arched a browbone at him. “I can either bake or weed, I can’t do both.”

The pile already heaped next to him of forbidden greens that had met their demise stated clearly which direction he was heading in.

“guess getting baked on weed doesn’t count,” Stretch murmured and was summarily ignored.

Eh, that was fine, and Stretch took a moment to mentally buckle down before he dove into his own row of growing veggies. Honestly, the garden wasn’t too weedy, anyway. Edge kept up on it pretty well, hell, Stretch was half-convinced only the bravest of weeds would dare invade this sacred territory. Probably should give them a better burial than a paper lawn clipping bag. Maybe he could get Edge to go for a ceremonial bonfire, complete with a solemn moment of silence for the fallen before they roasted marshmallows.

When he looked at Edge again, he was already halfway down his own row and Stretch gave himself a mental shake and got to work. Weeding went faster when he was focused on it and that was sort of the point. If he helped, that would free Edge up for funner things and if he wanted to play with his honey, then he needed to speed things up. Even if he was a little dubious about the difference between an interloper and a plant that belonged.

It got easier as he went along and soon enough, he’d finished with the section with its label that declared the tiny green fronds as heirloom carrots.

"there!" Stretch sat back on his heels and wiped off his sweaty forehead with his sleeve. "finished the whole row!"

Edge was working on a second row of his own and did not look up as he said, "Good boy."

It was so obvious that he said it absently, not even teasing or putting any real weight on the words. That only made it all the more embarrassing the way those words made a warm pulse start in Stretch’s soul that coyly wound its way straight down to his crotch.

But fuck, the way he said it! Edge always seemed a little dissatisfied with his own voice. It wasn't like his or Papyrus's, that was true, and Edge usually claimed he had a bad singing voice but that was entirely untrue. His pitch was fine, his voice was only unique. Like Leonard Cohen, velvet dragged across concrete and to hear him say that in his beautiful, raspy voice? Hit Stretch in all sorts of lovely, wrong ways.

The heat in Stretch’s pelvis followed a tingling path up his spine to his skull, his mouth filling with soft magic like it was expecting to soon be replaced with the taste of something delicious. Stretch swallowed it away and shoved it to the back burner, 'cause much as he wanted to pounce his honey, they were both sweaty and filthy, neither of which was nearly as much as a turnoff as the fact they were in their front yard with a wide variety of neighbors lurking around, all of them with cell phones at the ready to capture any skeleton shenanigans to liven up the community message board.

Stretch wasn’t gonna give them the satisfaction. Besides, it was Papyrus’s turn to give them some gossip fodder.

Belatedly, he realized Edge stopped weeding and was looking at him suspiciously with narrowed sockets. He dredged up an innocently sunny smile before any of the clockworks in Edge's mind put two and two together and got a sum of dirty, dirty pervert.

His addition might’ve been a little off, but Edge was clearly still working on his calculations as he asked, “Problem?”

“nope!” Stretch shook his head and shuffled quickly over to the next row to hastily start searching for any weedy intruders that dared invade Edge’s prized cucumbers. “not a thing, getting back to work right now, yep, yep, yep.”

That was sort of the working definition of protesting too much, but Edge kindly let it go and went back to his own weeding. With his back to Stretch, there was no way he could see Stretch pausing long enough to take a long, appreciative look at the way the back of Edge’s shirt was riding up, exposing a few precious inches of the gorgeously intricate line of his spine.

Difficult as it was, Stretch tore his gaze back to the plants literally at hand. Time enough later for a math lesson and Stretch was betting by the end of it, he could add up to be a very good boy, indeed.

-finis

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Pink Chains pt Five

Punk! Kyotani x Bubbly F! reader. Aka my favorite cliche trope. It lives in my head every second of the day.

Kyotani owns a grunge /punk apparel shop after leaving the Sendai Frogs after a incident with the Black Jackals. He designs his own clothes and hires Oikawa & Iwaizumi as his employees. Everything goes smoothly for awhile, till you walk in; pink dress, big smile , and bubbly personality. His whole life stops in that moment. 

W! Brief Violence

Before you and Kyo could go to the zoo he had to drive everyone back to the beach so they could drive home. Yahaba was hiding in the back seat by the window , still red in the face. Oikawa was next to him and constantly teasing Yahaba over you , Iwaizumi was on the right by the window in the back, Mattsun was in the passenger seat and Kyotani was driving,,, with you on his lap.

“Its fine” he told you. I mean hes not gonna let one of his friends hold you so .. And besides, this was funner. You held onto his neck giggling while you peppered kisses on his neck the whole way to the beach. Mattsun was the last to leave Kyotanis car, he wanted to check on his red panda tattoo on you and you happily showed him it. The red was finally all healed up and the whole tattoo looked very nice to him. He pat your head and said goodbye to his friend as he exited the car closing the door. Kyotani took off and plugged the directions into his cars touch screen.

“Kyo? Should I move to the seat?” you asked him, wiggling on his lap as he drove.

“Your fine right here on me sweetie.” he told you, nuzzling his cheek into yours.

So you sat there the whole time, giggling each time someone did a double take as they passed. You told Kyo about your day and what the girls said to you too. It still pissed him off but it was taken care of now.

“Kyo?” you were rubbing at his chest.

“Hm?”

“Are you okay after this morning?”

He thought on it for a few minutes, the only sound was the music coming from his car. He groaned heavily and placed a hand on your thigh pulling you closer to him. “Yeah, im okay sweetie”

“Promise?”

“Promise” he gave you a gentle kiss as he pulled into the zoo's parking area.”before we go in i have to tell you one thing though”

“What is it?” you were about to open the door but he had stopped you, causing you to get all pouty and puffy in the face with him. Kyotani smiled and kissed your cheek laughing lightly.

“So i know one of the employees and i need to see if hes working today”

“Okay!!” you opened the door wiggling off Kyos lap getting out and Kyo was quick to follow you and pull you back to him locking his arms around your hips as he hip bumped his car door shut.

“Kyo!!!!!”

“Hm?” he kissed along your neck holding your wiggling body with a smile on his face.

“The pandas!!” you whined with a big smile on your face til you felt his fingers start to move over your tummy .” KYO!! Tickles!!!”

“Okay okay, but please stay close to me okay?”

You whipped around to grab his ring hand squeezing it tight. “You stay close!! Dont want anyone stealing you away”

He laughed walking you up to the entrance to pay and buy a ticket. “Ive already been stolen by the best person sweetie.im not goin anywhere”

*

Miyagi Zoo was a small zoo, basically a big circle with some attractions down separate walk ways that lead to birds, a petting zoo and the gift shop. But it all looped back around to the entrance.

The first animals were the lions; you were so excited but the display glass was occupied by some people and you could not see. Kyo pulled you close while he waited for the people to move, he could see them but that was because he was 5 ‘ 11, he did not want to wait too long since he still had to find his friend and see the rest of the zoo so he moved himself behind you , wrapped his arms around your hips and lifted you up into the air so you could see the lions who were asleep on the rocks enjoying the sun. you had grabbed onto Kyotanis shoulders to steady yourself and people looked back to see you and the look on Kyos face, they quickly moved and he smugly walked closer with you still in the air. The glass was cold against your hands when you touched it to steady yourself to look in. it was two males and three females all asleep enjoying the sun. Kyotani had never seen a lion before so he was equally as excited but seeing that excited grin on your face just made it 10x better. He set you down and you gave him a big kiss on the lips , you also grabbed his hand running off to the next animals.

The second animals were the timber wolves and that was .. an interesting experience; no one was looking at the animals so you and Kyo were free to get right up to the glass to look for them. They appeared to be hiding and you did not want to leave without seeing at least one so Kyo crouched down next to you to look into the enclosure. A pile of leaves was moving up and down and he could see a couple paws sticking out. “Sweetie, down here. ones asleep” he told you. You folded your dress behind you to crouch down next to him and you gasped a little loudly once you saw it. He was asleep, the sign said this enclosure had 6 timber wolves in it but they all must be asleep somewhere.

Kyotani liked wolves, they reminded him of his friends and they were very misunderstood creatures , like him. You leaned into his side placing your hand on his wolf sleeve and Kyo laid his head on yours as you both watched the wolf sleep. The other animals could wait a little longer to be seen.

After a few more minutes Kyo was about to get up with you when a grey wolf came out from under the leaves and right over to the glass. Kyotani expected you to latch on to him and be a little scared but instead he watched you wave and say hello to the wolf. He pulled you to him giving your cheek a kiss, you were perfect.. So so perfect.. The wolf stared at you both for a little while till new people started to come over and dashed off to hide. Kyotani helped you up and you both made your way to the petting zoo holding hands.

The little goats refused to interact with Kyotani.. It was kinda funny. They loved you and loved to eat at your dress while all they did with Kyo was scream at him. People were staring because you were giggling trying to feed the baby sheeps with a brown goat eating your dress and a black goat screaming its head off at Kyotani. A pig came over as well to use Kyo as a rubbing post for an itch and he was not very happy but what the hell, hes lucky hes a cute pig. The screaming was starting to get to him though and you had to get some food for Kyo to get on the goats good side. He held the food out and instantly the goat stopped his screaming to munch on the food. The quiet was a relief for everyone…

The last animals were the red pandas but Kyo was preventing you from getting close to the enclosure, he had his arm hooked around your waist and seemed to be looking around with his phone out.

“Kyo!!!! Im gonna tell Iwaizumi!!!”

“Pft oh yeah Sweetie?” he leaned down to nibble your neck. “Whats Iwaizumi gonna do?”

“Something!!!” you struggled against his grip but you were not getting free. You could see the big tree that was the main part of the exhibit and a bunch of tall glass with smaller trees and climbing toys spread out all around .. just a little.. Closer..!

“Mad Dog ! over here!”

“There he is. Okay sweetie this way” he led you to the side of the exhibit over to an employee who had a big smile on his face . his name tag said Takahiro on it.

Kyotani bumped his shoulder against the man and Taka did the same saying hello to his friend.”this her?” he asked, giving you a big smile.

“Yep, Sweetie this is my friend Takahiro, he was on the team too”

“Nice to meet you!!!” you beamed .

“Aww. shes adorable, you ready ?”

“ready? “ you turned to Kyo and he pulled you with him gently.”but Kyo the pandas…”

“Cmon sweetie.” he locked his arm around yours as Taka led you both past the Employees Only area next to the exhibit.

Taka opened a door and Kyo snuck you in with Taka closing the door behind him. “Okay,” Taka said. “15 minutes max Kyotani”

“Sure sure” he moved you closer to what looked like the inside of the exhibit. “Stand right here” he told you.

You hold his hand tight unsure of what was happening and heard Taka whistle a tune. Soon enough you realized and got the biggest smile on your face.

Four little red pandas ran over flopping all over each other and right into your legs to rub on them . “KYO!!!” you instantly crouched down to pet them and give each one a hug, you were also a crying mess.

Kyotani nudged his friend after snapping a picture of you with the pandas. “Thanks Takahiro”

“Mmm sure, i dont just let anyone back here ya know”

“Yeah yeah, trust me i appreciate it “ he looked over to see you holding a red panda and trying to pet each one at the same time.

“Hows the store? The guys?”

“All good, i made up with Yahaba too.”

“Really? Thats great Mad Dog, proud of you. You look like your doing good.”

“Im doing amazing now,” he gestured to you. “Never been better Takahiro”

Taka nudged his friend teasing him over how sappy he was being and you made sure you pet every panda at least 10 times before it was time to leave. You thanked Takahiro and he waved his hand saying it was not a problem.

*

After Taka escorted you both out Kyo took you to the Gift Shop where he bought you a red panda plush and a red panda bag that had a fake tail hanging off it. The gift shop also had a cheetah display that said they save a cheetah with each purchase. He bought 6 of them. It was time to leave after the gift shop and you were just so happy with your day, everything was perfect. Kyotani opening up to you, saving you from the girls at school, the surprise at the zoo. You were falling deeper and deeper for him.

It was a good day for him too, after a rocky morning everything turned out great. Making up with Yahaba helped a lot and he was happy to have his friend back. He took care of those dumb girls that were bothering you and got to take you too the zoo . seeing your smile all day was the icing on the cake for him. Things were going so good with you and he never wanted it to change, he never wanted to mess it up and wanted to hold onto you forever.

When you got to the car you asked Kyo if you could go for ice cream before heading home and he agreed, one was close by so you both could walk to it. It was dark now and Kyo wanted to invite you too sleep at his place tonight. You were almost at the ice cream shop now but something stopped you.

“Kyo? Did you hear that?”

“Rr..”

“It sounded like a kitten?” he said looking around.

“I think over by the bench there, i gotta go see, it might by by itself..”

Kyotani was unsure about letting you go by yourself but he was close enough to the bench if you needed him. “Okay sweetie, come right back please.” he held your hand a little longer before letting go , he watched you hurry off and he leaned on the ice cream shop to wait, browsing his phone.

“Kyotani…?” it was a … familiar voice.

Kyo looked up and his heart nearly stopped.

“Kitty...kitty,,,” you crouched down looking under the bench to see a scared little kitten hiding under it. “Hey there.. Im not gonna hurt you.. Cmere baby” you held your arm out and the kitten sniffed it.

“It is you.” the voice got closer and Kyotani was frozen.”Bastard what was your deal back then huh?”

“...i..” he squeezed his phone trying to come up with words. No , no, this cant be happening now. Stay calm Mad Dog..

“Thats it.. Cmere..” you cooed the kitten out to you and picked it up hugging its shivering body. “There there.. Your safe now, ill take care of you, wait till you meet Kyo, hes a great-”

CRASH

You looked up to see something… something you thought you would never see. Kyotani hit the brick wall hard . he wiped the blood from his chin and grabbed a spikey haired man punching him directly in the jaw.

“Did you hear me?? Fuck was your problem huh?” he stepped closer. Kyotani put his phone away and stepped away trying to focus on this guy and see where you were. “Can we do this another time?” he asked putting his hands up, he was shaking,

“I dont want any trouble” he told him.

“Oh you dont? But giving me a black eye that was swollen shut for two weeks is fine? “ he grabbed Kyotani by the shirt and Kyotani was slammed into the wall.

“Fuck you Kyotani if you thi-” he punched him, right in the jaw. “Get the FUCK off me Bokuto!!!” he grabbed Bokuto by the shirt slamming him to the ground.

“Kyo….?” you were frozen in place and your heart nearly jumped up your throat when you saw him punch Bokuto in the mouth.

**

@galagcica @kozushiki @zopzoop

@haikyuu-but-low-iq @milkbreadcat

@derpeedoo @squeaky-ducky

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[bangchanstudio]

Never Have I Ever | Changbin (3/?)

pairing: seo changbin x reader (fem)

genre: university au, awkward friends to ? something more? smut, house party

tw: sex, attempted date rape (spiked drink), mild panic attack, unprotected sex, penetration, cursing, praising, mild dom!changbin kink, oral sex (fem;receiving), fighting?

word count: 6.8k

ch.one | ch.two

synopsis: you’re forced to face Changbin after ghosting him for weeks, and things happen.

note: I suffered A LOT writing this so please SUFFER WITH ME. Shout out to sera aka @seraplantery​ for thirsting over changbin with me and his new fresh undercut as i wrote this 🥺 you the real one✨ again, i would love it if you let me know what you thought about this etc. i would love to interact more with those you read my fics!! 🥰 feel free to drop ideas or suggestions/requests in my inbox~ ps. if you would like to be added to the tag list for ✨NHIE✨ please let me know via inbox/message ❤️

taglist: @seraplantery​ @chang-binnie @synnocence @lordseochangbin​

“Spill it, sister.” The way Hyunjin crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently reminded you of your mother when you were in high school, waiting for a confession after sneaking out to a party the night before with the guys.

Suddenly, the ramen hanging out of your mouth that linked to your chopsticks seemed one hundred times more interesting than looking at Jinnie. He was good at seeing through your lies but mostly because you were such a bad liar.

When your only response was a shrug, he let out an exaggerated sigh. “You’ve been acting sus for days now.”

“How?” You asked, still avoiding his gaze, sipping on your straw.

“Well, for starters, you’ve stopped pestering us about what happened at the party.” He eyed you up and down. “Did you remember?”

“Just that we watched a hot ass morning sex video.” You said wiggling your eyebrows. “Really, there’s nothing going on.”

That was a lie.

The only thing that was running through your mind most of the time these days was Changbin. Since that night you went to see him you couldn’t stop thinking about his touch. His skin. His lips. The way he tasted. Changbin got your number from Chan, but you were avoiding him. He wasn’t one to chase or push either, so when you didn’t reply to his first message he didn’t send another.

Chan already interrogated you about the night he walked in on you blowing Changbin, and asked why you haven’t talked to him. You could only assume Changbin told Chan you were ghosting him, and Chan knowing you like the back of his hand decided to mediate. You were grateful, because he never judged you for being an asshole or ghosting people. You were always like this and you had been told by many people that you were “too much”, but not Chan. That’s what made you love him and run to him. Even when you didn’t run to him because you were too self-conscious and didn’t want to annoy him, he’d go to you. Talking with Chan helped you realize you didn’t know anything at all and that it would all be okay regardless.

“You know what your problem is, (Y/N)?” Chan started two weeks after you went to see Changbin at his apartment.

“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” You were laying upside down on your couch, feet hanging over the backrest next to Chan who was sitting upright typing away on his laptop.

“You avoid thinking about your feelings. Instead of trying to face them head on and figure them out, you just run away.”

Ouch. The truth of his words stung.

“Just slap me next time will ya?” He rolled his eyes at your remark.

“I’m serious.” He closed his laptop placing it on the coffee table before giving you his full attention taking your hand in his as if you were a child. “Look, you know I love you. I care about you and I want to see you happy. That’s why we need to figure this out together. Tell me, when you look at Changbin, what do you feel?”

That was a tough question to answer. “Do I really have to think about that?” You whined.

“Yes.” He said sternly in his dad voice. “We’re going to figure this out together because if not you’re just going to continue this vicious cycle forever and I won’t stand by it.”

Sighing, you closed your eyes trying to find something, anything that you could put into words.

The image of seeing Changbin for the first in over a year at Seungmin’s house party at the start of summer came rushing back. You were sitting at the bar table in the wide living room of Seungmin’s mansion in a champagne slip dress and red lips talking your half tipsy ass off with your girl friend when she gasped at a hot guy who walked in. The place was overflowing with bodies, the heat made your skin slightly damp and the music was loud. There was a mixture of cigarette smoke and the smell of booze flowing in the air, basically it smelled like a good time.

“Who’s that hottie coming in with Felix?” She had asked shouting over the DJ and pointing at the door with her free hand, drink in the other.

Your heart had stopped and the smile you had plastered on your face slowly faded as you saw Changbin walk in, leather jacket, hood up, hat covering his features, but you knew it was him. He was scanning the crowed, high-fiving and bro hugging Seungmin and Minho as they found him. Minho had turned to find you amongst the crowd and nodded your way, Changbin found you but turned away. He never went up to you that night and you didn’t either.

“I feel sad.” You admitted, voice only slightly above a whisper.

“That’s good, (Y/N). That’s a good place to start.”

[three days later]

“Another party?”

Everyone was gathered around in your apartment eating your food and playing video games.

“Yeah, my parents are going overseas again so it’s the perfect time. I think we all could use a good old fashion house party.” Seungmin, respectable Virgo though he may be, was notorious for his house parties. He always had the best DJ’s, the best drinks and most importantly a big house.

“God knows we need to let loose, especially (Y/N).” Felix smirked over at you wiggling his eyebrows, blocking the pillow you threw at him.

“Besides, it’ll be funner this time since Changbin is back and we’ve been hanging out.” The room went quiet at Jeongin’s comment, just the video game sounding in the background “Oh… was I not suppose to say that?”

“Just focus on your game the grown ups are talking.” Hyunjin hushed the younger boy. “Everything is set to go we just need to go shopping.”

“We?” Everything sounded amazing except parties meant socializing, dressing up and being in public. You had a love hate relationship with parties, about as much as you had a love hate relationship with everything else in life.

[]

The weekend came faster than you could have hoped for and that mean the party did too. All you could think about was how you planned to avoid Changbin, though it shouldn’t be too hard in a house that big. You did it once before. The truth was, maybe you were scared to genuinely fall for him, just as he had said he was afraid of falling of falling for you. The only thing you knew how to do when you were unsure of anything was to run away.

Chan was right and you knew it. Your flight instinct was all you were good at but even you knew it would be your downfall eventually.

“Wear this. From your bestest friend in the whole wide world – Jinnie”

Hyunjin stopped by while you were in the shower and shouted a quick goodbye, reminding you to not be “late” to the party before rushing back out in less than a minute. You pulled your towel closer to your cold body before opening the top of the box and pulling out a really short, strappy, silk red slip dress.

“Does he want me to die of hypothermia?” you mumbled to yourself before doing your hair and make up. All the while constantly checking your phone to keep tabs on Chan’s eta. The best you could do was curl your hair and do some basic face makeup since you loved striking more with red lips rather than heavy eyes. Since the party had a rave vibe you opted for a way heavier highlight than normal and sprinkled a bit of body glitter along your collarbones and shoulders.

“(Y/N), I’m here !” Chan’s voice rang out as you heard him shuffling from the entrance to your room.

“Are you rea– damn girl, who are you?” He stopped dead in his tracks taking you in from head to toe.

“Fuck, this is too slutty right?” You turned from your long mirror to face Chan.The dress fit you well enough, but it was so short and low cut you thought your boobs would fall out at one wrong move, not that you had much to begin with, but this dress sure made it seem like you had a decent amount of cleavage. “Shit, I need to find something else to wear. I swear Hyunjin just wants to make me look like–”

“No! Don’t you dare, you look amazing, you are totally wearing that tonight. Just take a good coat so you don’t get sick.” Just like Chan to nag, you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

By the time you both made it to the party it was close to 10pm, definitely late. The taxi left you at the gate at the bottom of a small hill. Making your way up you were grateful you opted for a pair of black boots instead of heels. There were a lot of people making their way up to the house and people spilling out of the house as you got closer. The bass could be heard since you stepped out of the taxi and the closer you got the sounds of chatter, heavy laughter and shouting got louder. Crowds made you nervous but holding on to Chan’s arm made you feel better. After a few drinks you wouldn’t be as nervous or anxious. Alcohol had a way of numbing just about anything.

Stepping into the house the heat of bodies welcomed you, almost immediately encouraging you to take off your coat before handing it to Chan who in turn put it, along with his in the hallway closet. You were familiar enough with Seungmin’s house to be able to use certain areas of his place that would otherwise be deemed unappropriated for others.

“Welcome, welcome friends.” Seungmin said greeting you and Chan with a hug. Hyunjin and Felix followed close behind.

“Wow, (Y/N) that dress looks so much better than I imagined!” Hyunjin didn’t trust your sense of taste when it came to party or club attire so he had the habit of picking things up for you ever since you all started partying and clubbing together junior and senior year of high school.

Felix handed you a drink with a sympathetic look, maybe your nervous were louder on your face than you realized. You looked around the crowd trying to see if you could spot Changbin’s figure but by the looks of it he wasn’t here. Even though you were avoiding him, your heart still sank a little.

Get it together, you scolded yourself.

Before you knew it you found yourself on the dance floor passing between Hyunjin, Felix and a couple of strangers. Drinks and shots started to blur as your nervous melted and you started to feel slightly dizzy at the heat and bass filling your chest. The black lights made everything neon and colorful, there were even bubble machines that left residue of shimmer on everyone’s hair, face and body as they burst.

“Whoa– whoa!” Hyunjin shouted as you grinded your ass on a guy, making you laugh and push the stranger away before turning back to Hyunjin, throwing your arms around his neck and his hanging lazily on your hips. Felix had gone off somewhere, probably the bathroom. “Do you think Changbin will show up?”

You shrugged, not wanting to ruin the fun you were having. “Who knows.”

Eventually, you found yourself alone on the dance floor still as Hyunjin went to look for Felix, probably to do other things with him.

The vibrations of the song were filling you when you felt a pair of hands grab your waist letting you know someone was there, but you couldn’t see who since they were behind you. You let your body lean back into the stranger swaying to the song coming out of the loud speakers. He felt strong and warm though he reeked of weed which immediately turned you off, but you didn’t leave him enjoying his body instead.

“Let’s grab a drink.” The stranger said, grabbing your wrist and leading you off the dance floor, weaving you through the crowd. He wasn’t half bad looking, though, the thought came to you like second nature... but he wasn’t Changbin.

You leaned against the bar, letting the coolness of the marble run up the length of your arms, without thinking you placed your forehead down the bar top to cool off a bit. It felt good against your hot skin and the heat of the room.

“Here you go.” The stranger said handing you the drink with a cocky smile.

You thanked him raising the drink to your lips. He had a dark glint in his eyes that made you hesitate. “Fuck!” You shouted as someone grabbed the wrist you were holding your drink with, jerking it away.

“What the fuck did you put in this?” It was Changbin. You froze as he grabbed the glass out of your hand, still holding onto you. He shoved the glass in the guys face, “Drink it.”

“No way, I got that for her.” He said disgust in his voice, knocking the glass out of Changbin’s hand. It shattered on the floor, but you hardly heard a thing over the loud music that was playing. “What? Is she your bitch?”

“She’s not a bitch and what she is to me is none of your fucking business.” Changbin got between you and the guy, shoving his chest.

Fuck, this was not good. You desperately looked around for Chan or Jisung, anyone that could stop Changbin better than you could. You’d seen him in enough fights to know this wouldn’t end well. Of all the good qualities Changbin had, holding back was not one of them.

“What the fuck man, I was just trying to have a little fun.” The guy shoved Changbin back, though it didn’t have much effect since Changbin had a pretty solid build.

“’A little fun’ by what? By spiking a girls drink? You must be one desperate piece of shit if you can’t get a single girl to sleep with you of their own free will.” Changbin’s words made you go cold.

Did he spike your drink when you weren’t looking?

“No, it’s just funner when their helpless.” The guy retorted.

You could feel the rage boil up in Changbin and spill over seconds before he threw his fist connecting it with the guy’s jaw, sending him stumbling into a crowd. The guy couldn’t recover before Changbin grabbed him by the collar throwing him on the ground and shoving a knee into his chest hitting him again and again.

“You low life piece of shit, I hope you rot in hell.” He said between every punch.

Fuck, fuck, fuck where the hell was everyone when you needed them?! You desperately wanted Changbin to stop fighting. The fact that they had garnered a crowd of on lookers but no one was stepping in annoyed you.

“Changbin, stop!” You pleaded but when he didn’t respond you grabbed his arm just as he was bracing to throw it again, “Please, stop!”

Changbin tensed as he turned to face you, his eyes were scary.. on fire with rage. Your eyes must have been desperate because you could feel his anger slowly start to dissipate. For a moment it was as if everything went quiet and all you could hear was your breathing and heartbeat pounding in your ears.

The stranger seized the moment and opening to escape from under Changbin’s hold and book it into the crowd shoving a few people out of the way.

“Fuck.” Changbin mumbled watching the guy run off, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

He helped you to your feet before taking you by the hand and leading you around the bar and up the grand stairwell. His pace was a little faster than what you normally walked and with the alcohol running rampant in your veins you stumbled and struggled to keep up with him, but he didn’t seem to notice. He was gripping your hand so tight you knew even if you tripped enough to fall, he would catch you.

The hallway lead off to various rooms and people were piling around room entrances and playing various games from drinking games to board games. The bass still sounded throughout the house, but you could hear a little more clearly from up here.

“Get the fuck out,” Changbin pulled you into Seungmin’s room where two people were making out on his couch. “Now.” He ordered.

The couple glanced at each other but did as they were told, which was good on their part. Changbin was scary when he was mad. You were dreading whatever was about to happen because he pulled you away from the crowd probably to scold you for almost getting yourself drugged.

The couple left closing the door behind them leaving you in a dim lit room with Changbin angrily pacing back and forth.

“You are so reckless!” Changbin’s voice made you flinch. You know he didn’t mean to, but he still needed to learn how to control his anger. “Why would you take a drink from someone you don’t know?”

All you could do was wrap your arms around yourself and avoid Changbin’s eyes. You felt like you could melt under his gaze, or burn.

“There are bad guys out there, (Y/N), just waiting for you to let your guard down enough so they can take advantage of you.” He was saying it with good intentions but that still didn’t make you any less angry about it.

“So, what the hell am I suppose to do then? Just not go out? Not drink or have any fun?” Your argument was weak but you hated being pushed around. Especially by Seo Changbin.

“That’s not the point, (Y/N) and you know it.” He stopped pacing taking an abrupt step towards you, your back hit the wall. He took another step cornering you in.

From this close you could smell his cologne, warm and musky. His chest was rising higher than normal, his anger still evident in his eyes and the way he set his jaw. Damn he looks so hot... wait shut up this is not the right time, you tried shaking the thought away but Changbin hit the wall next to your head making you jump.

“Look at me.” His voice was strained.

“Make me.” You challenged, the words leaving your lips before you could filter them out as this is a really bad idea, don’t say that.

He grabbed your jaw fingers digging into your cheeks forcing you to meet his gaze. It annoyed you how much that turned you on, you squeezed your eyes shut trying to control your lust.

“Do you like it when I get rough with you, is that it?” Changbin squeezed a little tighter until you opened your eyes meeting his. Fuck, was all you could think.

“Maybe.” You replied raising an eyebrow. “Maybe I just want to see you go insane.” 

His dark laugh made you tremble.

“You know what drives me insane?” He sneered, “The fact that we had one decent, open conversation and then you ghost me like a fucking stranger you met off Tinder.”

To be fair, you knew it was coming. You shoved him off, crossing the room before slumping down on the couch, kicking your boots off and crossing one leg over the other so you wouldn’t flash him by accident.

He watched you from across the room as you noticeably gathered your thoughts before starting, “I.. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Changbin threw his head back in disbelief laughing before angrily asking if you were serious. You didn’t reply which seemed to only set him off even more. He crossed the large room in three strides before sitting down on the coffee table right in front of you leaning forward, elbows on his knees, face resting in his hands; but you didn’t flinch or shrink away this time.

“Then why did you do that to me?” His voice was lower now, his eyes were closed as if he was struggling just to say those words. As if he was trying to hid the hurt that was laced in that question.

“Because I wanted you to feel the same hurt that I felt when you abandoned me.” The words stumbled out of your mouth again before you could stop them.

You both froze.

It’s not something you consciously had thought out, but as soon as you said it you realized that was it. That was the real reason you were avoiding him, you wanted to get back at him. You wanted him to feel the same pain and loneliness you did when he left. Of what could have been but wasn’t.

“That’s fair.” Changbin concluded before straightening his back. “I don’t blame you.”

You sized him up trying to find any trace that he was lying, but he seemed a little more relaxed now. His shoulders were slack, his breathing was normal, eyes serious.

“Really?”

He nodded. “There is one thing though.” He said placing his hand on your knee before pushing it off your other leg. “I haven’t repaid you for that one time at the apartment.”

Your eyes widened as he pushed your legs apart. “Wh–what are you doing?”

He smirked at your sudden shyness. “I told you. Paying you back.”

“No, no it’s okay, I swear, just don’t mention it.” You clumsily shot up before stepping a safe distance away suddenly cursing yourself for being barefoot.

He laughed with his whole chest before standing up straight. “Come on, you were not this shy sucking me off.”

Your cheeks were burning, you were positive your face was the same color as your dress. Changbin made his way over to you, pushing your hair back behind your shoulder. The closeness of his body, the way his eyes made trails down your neck and collarbones made you tremble again, you tried crossing your arms to keep yourself still.

He noticed you shaking.

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s really okay if you don’t want to. I would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with.” His voice was soft, worried.

“It’s not that,” You trailed off averting your gaze. “It’s just I’ve never been... You know.”

“Never what?” He raised his eyebrow in that way that said, I don’t believe you,”I know you’re not a virgin.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Of course not, I mean the,” You flailed with your hand trying to get the point across without explicitly saying it, “I’ve never.. you know.”

Realization dawned on his features, “Oh... you’ve never been eaten out?”

“Fuck, yes, Changbin. That. God.” The fact that he said it out loud made you even more shy.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.” He said before pinching your cheek and biting his lip.

“This room’s taken.” Changbin called as a couple walked in barely keeping each other on their feet. He shoved them out before closing and locking the door behind them.

“Changbin!” You squeaked as he rushed back over to you, picking you up off the ground and carrying you to the bed before tossing you easily on it. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, one you hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“Who let you wear this dress?” He asked pulling at it teasingly; undressing you with his eyes.

“Jinnie bought it for me.” You replied. He took off his jacket, the sleeves of his black shirt were cut off revealing his biceps. “Been working out?” You asked not hiding your want anymore.

“Like what you see?” Changbin asked before pulling your legs towards him so your bum was at the end of the mattress.

You nodded, biting the tip of your finger as you gazed up at him. He ran his hands up your calves and thighs before tugging you a little closer to the edge.

“When did you get so buff?” You asked half teasing. He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, you know just looking out for my health.”

“Sure.” You rolled your eyes laughing.

There was silence as Changbin took you in again, staring down at you, his face unreadable as always. “Would it be okay if we forgot everything for a little while?”

His words made you catch your breath in your chest. Your fingertips grazed his hands on your thighs, slowly back and forth before nodding hesitantly, “That sounds fun” You breathed.

Changbin smiled before slipping his hands under your dress and slowly pulled down your lacy black panties. He got on his knees and spread your legs open, the motion made you squeeze your eyes shut squeaking in the process, covering your face with your hands.

“Ah, what? Don’t tell me you’re still shy.” Changbin laughed before placing small kisses on the inside of your thighs, switching between the two. There was a soft romantic song playing in the distance, so you tried to focus on it to calm your increasing heartbeat as Changbin kissed and sucked small spots on your sensitive skin.

His breath was warm as were his lips and his hands felt like they were burning on your thighs. It wasn’t long until you felt your body longing for more of him. He noticed the way your breathing started to come slightly quicker, the way your legs started to unconsciously shake with want and desire. He saw the way you bit your lip trying to keep yourself from making any sound, and the way you covered your eyes with your arm, hand clenched into a fist.

He smirked wanting to make you break.

“Oh, my god.” You breathed as you felt his tongue trace along your folds. You trembled at his warm touch. He liked the way you looked from this point of view and the way you tasted on his tongue.

His mouth found your clit and you let out a “Fuck,” as he drew circles with his tongue, the sensation sending waves of pleasure that you had never felt before. It was so much better than touching yourself. He went between licking you up and circling your clit occasionally sucking on it making you whimper.

“That feels so so good,” Your hands found their way into his hair pushing it out of his eyes, he looked sexy from here.

“I’m glad you like it,” He hummed still at your core, the vibrations of his voice against your clit making you shake.

You could feel the heat starting to rise, the way that familiar knot was forming in your core. 

But suddenly, you remembered the guy on the dance floor. The way he smelled of weed, the way he pushed his body against your back. The way he lead you off the dance floor and handed you the drink. The drink you almost drank, the one he drugged to... 

The sensation hit you like a truck after a few minutes and you could feel the pleasure start to change into something else, your breathing was coming out faster and heavier. The walls of the room started to close in and you felt like you might pass out. Your thighs were trembling and Changbin had to hold them open to keep you from trying to close them.

“Changbin I– I– fuck, I–,” you couldn’t form a coherent sentence and panic started to rise in your chest. There were black dots starting to dance across your vision, you felt claustrophobic, “Shit, it’s really heavy. Changbin, please,”

 “Please what?” He asked, noticing panic in your voice. But you couldn’t speak all you could do was clench his hair making him stop.

“I– I need to catch my breath.” Fuck why were you panicking now. You sat up clenching your chest trying to focus your breathing. Changbin was sitting back on his knees, he grabbed your face between his hands trying to get you to focus on him.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay just look at me. Focus on me.” His eyes and voice were calm but you felt a small part of you unraveling. Your chest hurt from how hard you were trying to breath, you tried closing your eyes but Changbin got your attention again, “No, (Y/N) look at me, keep focusing on me. I’m here. I’m real.”

Your eyes desperately searched his face trying to center yourself.

“The guy fro–from be–before, I– I’m having a p–anic attack,” You chocked out trying to at least tell him what was happening. It wasn’t the first time he saw you panic, but it had been a very long time.

“Okay, baby, don’t worry I’m right here. Just breathe. Can you tell me five things you can see? Come on, just five little things.” You could only see a small glint of desperation in his eyes.

“H–hair,” You chocked out looking at his dark hair, “Eyes,” His eyes that felt like home...

“That’s great, baby, really great. Three more. Just tell me three more little things you see.” Changbin encouraged, hands warm against your cheeks.

“Nose” that you loved to pinch when you would tease him in high school, “Cheeks,” they were flushed, “Lips,” they were soft and still wet from eating you out, your eyes stayed there.

“Great. Now four things you can touch.”

Your breathing was still heavy but you were a tiny bit calmer. You touched the bed for a few seconds, your dress, his hair and his hands on your face.

“Three things you can hear.” He continued calmly, voice like honey.

You concentrated, “rain, piano, your breathing.”

“Two things you can smell.”

“Beer and... your cologne.” Your eyes were closed but you were almost in complete control again.

“That’s amazing baby, now tell me one thing you can taste,”

“Dos XX.” You opened your eyes, he was smiling softly. “Damn it, Changbin I’m so sorry.”

You felt so guilty for freaking out like that. It was something that was out of your control but you still felt guilty and week for letting it overtake you like that. Especially now of all moments.

Changbin stayed on his knees looking up at you. You felt so embarrassed. Why did that have to happen now, you cursed yourself again. It had been months since your last panic attack but something about the way that guy tried to drug you made you lose your mind.

You pulled Changbin’s arm tugging him to join you on the bed. “Can you hug me for a bit, please?”

He chuckled before kicking off his shoes and climbing onto the bed. He pulled your body back with him as he sat up right against the headboard. His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist as you settled between his legs. He rested his chin on your shoulder half mumbling half singing the lyrics to I will follow you into the dark and swaying you gently. You closed your eyes relaxing against his chest, feeling the vibrations as he sang the sweet words into your ear. You felt at home in his arms, they were strong and safe. Like a fortress.

After a while of being like this you shifted in his embrace enough to where you could look up at him.

“What?” He asked half worried half smiling.

“Thank you for saving me. Or well, not saving me but you know... saving me. I didn’t realize the guy was a total scumbag. I should have been more careful.” You looked down fiddling with your fingers.

Changbin was quiet for a long time before responding. “If you let me be near you again, I promise I will always keep you safe.”

You met his gaze again. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, yes, I like you. A lot, actually. But I understand if you don’t want to be with me in that way or at least not right now, but it would be really great if we could try being friends again.. like before.”

Like before.

That’s all you had ever wanted. Was to go back to how things had been before, but you weren’t sure if that was even possible anymore. So much at had changed, everything was different. You were different.

“Can we go back to forgetting everything... Just for a little while longer?” You asked placing your hand on his neck, pulling his lips down to yours. You felt tired from the panic attack, but you need to feel something. Something that would replace the fear.

“Are you sure this is okay?” Changbin asked, he was hesitating against your lips.

You nodded pulling him into a kiss, your hands getting lost in his hair. Everything seemed to rush, the way your teeth teased his lips and his yours. The way you shifted yourself to lay down on your back pulling Changbin on top of you as you did. The way his hands slipped under your dress feeling your cold skin, and yours tugging his shirt desperately. You pulled the shirt over his head tossing it to the side before he went back to your lips shoving his tongue into your mouth. You could still taste yourself on his tongue and you blushed.

“I really want you to fuck me.”

Changbin chocked at your comment before laughing, “Damn, you can be really bold sometimes. I like it.”

He wasted no time unbuckling his belt buck, he looked so sexy doing it biting his lip, he knew what he could do to you. Changbin discarded the rest of his clothes and pulled your dress off surprised to see you weren’t wearing a bra.

“What?” You teased.

“Nothing, you’re just really hot.” His lips were hot on your chest, trailing down your stomach and back up again. His hands massaging your boobs before taking one in his mouth, he nibbling on your nipple the sensation making you whimper.

You pulled him by his hair back up to your lips, your legs wrapping around his bare waist pulling his naked body to yours.

“If you make me wait any longer I’m going to go crazy,” You whined pouting at Changbin making him laugh. “Oh, fuck,” he said shaking his head, “I don’t have a condom, I forgot my wallet at home...” At this point you were so turned on you just wanted to hit him, but you needed him so desperately. 

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill. Either way, I trust you.” You looked at him as you consented, before pulling his body closer to yours. The tip of his throbbing cock was teasing your entrance and you whined pushing your hips to get closer to him.

Changbin tsked, “You’re so impatient baby girl.”

“I need you, I don’t want to feel afraid anymore.” You didn’t care that the words sounded dumb or selfish, it was the truth.

“You don’t need to be afraid with me around.” He hummed into your neck brushing his head against your cheek, his hair was soft and smelled of mint. “I’ll keep you safe.” his words gave you chills.

“I know that, Changbin.” You didn’t, but you wanted to.

He slowly pushed his tip into your entrance making you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Look at me,” Changbin said grabbing your jaw in the way that was starting to feel familiar. “I want you to know that it’s me, that it’s me and no one else.”

You picked up on what he was hinting at, because there were things he noticed that you didn’t. Like what may or may not trigger another panic attack. He was right, so you kept your eyes open, watching as his face scrunched up as he pushed himself into your pussy stretching you out.

“Oh, fuck that’s tight.” He groaned, voice raspy and deep. “Fuck.”

He waited for you to adjust before continuing to move slowly in and out. You were still slick from before, so even though he filled you up it felt so good. The way he kissed your neck, and left love marks made you whine and tell him how much you had always wanted to do this.

“How many times have you thought about fucking me?” He asked, sitting back on his knees and pulling your waist higher to fuck you at a better angle. These types of positions always made you a little self conscious since he had a full frontal view, but you felt safe under his gaze.

“Too many to count.” You admitted laughing before moaning as he picked up the pace in time to the song that was playing downstairs. The friction felt like heaven and you felt the butterflies in your stomach start to turn into little knots. “Have you ever thought about fucking me?”

“Since the day I met you,” Changbin confessed between moans. “Fuck (Y/N) you feel so fucking good.”

“Changbin,” You moaned his name, eyes rolling back shut. You arched your back slightly as he pounded into you, the increased pace was making you feel hotter. “Fuck, if I would have known you were this good I would have asked you to fuck me sooner.”

He laughed at your vulgar comment, “Where? Like at the hide out?” He slammed into you again making you curse, your walls starting to clench around his cock.

“Yeah, that would have been really fun.” You found his hand and squeezed it. “Shit, I’m getting really close.” “Don’t worry baby you can cum whenever you want.” His words made you go crazy, and he praised you telling you how well you were doing. He pulled your legs up over his shoulder and bottoming you out with each and every thrust.

“Changbin, don’t stop.” You moaned as the sound of his skin slapping yours echoed louder and louder, Changbin’s breathing was hitching and you knew he was about to cum too. “Fuck,” The knots in your stomach turned into heatwaves as you released onto Changbin, he slammed into you harder and faster the friction making you see stars.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Changbin moaned your name as he came in you, his hot white liquid filling you up and you loved the way it felt. “Shit.”

He fell on your chest letting your legs rest on either side of him, you both struggled to catch your breath but the sound was sweet in your ears. Changbin kept telling you how beautiful you looked in this mess and how amazing you felt. You ran your fingers through his wet hair, admiring his beautiful features as he rested on your chest.

“Hands down,” Changbin breathed, swallowing his spit to hydrate his dry throat, “My favorite.”

You waited for him to finish his thought but he didn’t.

“Your favorite what?” You probed, putting your arm on your forehead still coming down from your high.

“Oh, my favorite sex round.” He said still breathing heavy, laughing. The sound echoing in your chest.

“Yeah, it was pretty fucking amazing.” You agreed. Changbin pulled himself out of you slowly before settling next to you pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat return to normal, the sound bringing you peace.

His hand traced the curve of your waist, and he did that for long time.

Eventually you both fell asleep and sometime through the night, decided to just keep sleeping getting comfortable under the covers and Changbin’s skin pressed against yours.

It was the first night in a long time where you felt like you actually rested well. The morning light woke you and for a few seconds you started to panic, until you saw Changbin’s sleeping face next to yours. Then you remembered the night before, and the amazing things you felt. You calmed your heart and snuggled back into his chest.

“Mm?” he mused lightly.

“Shh, sorry for waking you.” You whispered wrapping your arms around him tightly. He chuckled and fell back asleep in seconds.

That was until Seungmin walked through the door and started yelling every curse word in the book, “What the fuck do you guys think you’re doing in my bed. Wait, fuck, what the hell did you guys do in my bed? Don’t tell me you fucking had sex in my bed that is so fucking gross. Ew! I hate you guys, we’re not friends anymore, get the hell out of my house and wash the damn sheets before you leave I’m telling Chan on you guys..” Seungmin stormed out of the room continuing his rant.

You and Changbin exchanged looks before bursting out laughing.

“I really hope this doesn’t turn into an everyday thing when we have sex.” Changbin said whipping a tear from his eye from laughing so hard. First Chan and now Seungmin.

You prayed to the gods the same thing.

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[ateez] M I N G I ↝ enemies to lovers

EMPTY PROMISES (FT. WINGMAN SAN)

format: oneshot , wc: 1700+ , tags: fluffy-angst

• “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

• you roll your eyes at the impeccable hell raised demon named Choi San,

• who somehow someway,

• ended up being your college seat mate in almost every class.

• “A reminder is the last thing I need.” you feign a senile smile. “Not when I have a body mirror just egging to show me how beautiful I look every morning.”

• San chuckles bring the chair out for you to sit. “Well that may as well be the second most disgusting thing you wake up to anyway.”

• “The first?”

• his eyes roll in one direction, his tongue the other. “That.”

• god damn.

• how torturous it was to look at Song Mingi tonguing down the university’s female frat doll across two seat rows.

• “Great.” you sigh reaching for his notes from the other day. “Now would be a good time, San, to convince me to keep renewing my college registration please.”

• Song Mingi..

• where to begin right?

• well it all started when you two ended up as lab partners last spring.

• decent work; A+ for effort.

• besides that, a fat F for restraint.

• cause Mingi’s hot as hell, you knew that.

• one spectacular night and the next morning over?

• it’s, “Sorry babe. But you’re just not my type?”

• it’s humiliating for you.

• gut clenching at most.

• how the hottest guy in the University uses you like a voodoo doll.

• it isn’t embarrassing because you think you aren’t good enough,

• it’s embarrassing because you were stupid enough.

• stupid enough to let him break you just like that.

• “He’s just jealous.” San reminds you as class ends and Mingi walks out.

• “Yeah?” you reply in the most sarcastic way possible.

• “Yeah..”

• San’s a good guy though.

• unfortunately, one of Mingi’s better friends.

• but he knows more secrets than of what he can tell.

• some of which that revolves around, “— Mingi’s insecure. He just doesn’t know what’s good for him.”

• “I told you I’m over that.”

• you really are stupid.

• San knows you’re lying, hell, and so does the rest of the entire student body (a big body let me tell you)

• are you really over Mingi as much as you say you are?

• maybe not..

• “Hey hot stuff. What’ll take to get you to go out with me this Saturday night?”

• you smile at a potential date ready to say, “Free dinner and free cuddles?”

• instead what’s being said is, “A better pick up line maybe and a better face. Beat it, loser, or I’ll shove your head further up your ass than it already is.”

• you glare at the tall what.

• the keeper of your sole sanity,

• the keeper who refuses to give it back.

• “Mingi, what the hell?” you seethe pulling at his shirt. “That’s the eighth date you cost me!”

• “The eighth date I saved you from you mean.” he rolls his eyes leaning mindlessly next to your locker. “Every guy that asks you out obviously just wants some of your ass.”

• “Says the guy that’s already had it and thrown it away.”

• Mingi doesn’t do what he does to torture you.

• far from that in fact, it’s the opposite.

• and just because he’s everywhere but with you,

• doesn’t mean he wants to be.

• “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Mingi? Like I don’t know, t-bagging somebody over Professor Kim’s desk?”

• Mingi lets out a guttural groan before rushing to tail behind you. “If I’m here with you, why would I need to be somewhere else?”

• “Because I hate you. Now leave me alone.” you push back at his chest from where he walks reversed in front of you. “I have labs at 2.”

• Mingi’s frustrated at most.

• the secrets that San keeps making it worse for him.

• cause Mingi just wants to be with you.

• but he doesn’t deserve that right, he knows that.

• so does everybody else including you.

• but unlike everybody else, you hope too high.

• “I’ll pick you up.” he tells you breathlessly eyes stern on you.

• but you swerve around him not saying a word.

• “Y/n, I’ll be there!”

• yeah right, you mumble under your breath.

• like each time he says.

• like each time he chases you.

• he raises that bit of hope that you have deep inside.

• but face the facts, y/n, you love him.

• one miserable year of pining and regret turned into this terrible devotion,

• of him and you picking sides.

• picking sides of which you can’t even define.

• “Asshole..” you mutter shaking your head turning to walk back home.

• alone.

• and you should’ve expected it.

• for him not to show up.

• sometimes you do wish he does.

• sometimes you do wish you woke up feeling good and looking that way too.

• waking up without sore eyes.

• “Don’t you look stunning this mor—“

• “San, I’m transferring.”

• “–ning. WAIT YOU’RE WHAT?!”

• you sigh noticing Mingi hasn’t walked in for class yet.

• “I was offered another scholarship overseas. And they offer a great summer program.” you bite at your lips not daring to look into the devil’s eyes. “I didn’t want to but.. there’s nothing really I’m giving up here.”

• “um ME? HELLO?!”

• you want to tell him he’s not enough.

• well San at least.

• it’s not him you need or want for that matter.

• that what you stayed here for was more than just a stupid college romance.

• but you fell so deep in love with someone who promises too much.

• to be short ended every time?

• “I need a break.” you mutter instead. “Maybe the short program will be good for me. Plus, if things don’t work out, I can always come back?”

• “You don’t plan to though, do you?”

• “Nope.”

• San tries to spend as much time as possible with you.

• trying to convince you to stay otherwise?

• actually trying to buy enough time until he tells Mingi to man the fuck up.

• calling him with ends tied saying, “Y/n’s leaving you jackass. No thanks to you. She’s going overseas and if you don’t do something about it, she’s not gonna come back.”

• Mingi scoffs.

• wanting not to care.

• cause it’s only so big his determination of loving you.

• it’s funner with different people, not the same thing over and over again.

• why he decided not to have you.

• he’s happy between satisfied and that.

• what’s better than being satisfied and happy?

• he doesn’t know yet.

• “San, can you help me pack?” you begrudgingly beg over speakerphone. “God there’s just— so much.”

• you’re already crying.

• how dumb you are to expect Mingi to convince you to stay by now,

• how wrong you always are.

• “How many times?” San asks you while you pack empty minded.

• you wipe at your sweat taping up a box. “W-what?”

• “How many times, y/n?”

• “How many times what?”

• “How many times did you wait? Wait for him to come to you whenever he says he will.”

• you don’t need him to specify or elaborate what he meant.

• you know exactly what he’s talking about.

• you roll your eyes going back to the task at hand, ignoring how much of an eyesore you must really look like right now. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, San.”

• “Oh yeah?” he stands up and pulls your arms away from that blasted box. “Then at least answer me this. How many times have you tried to go to Mingi instead of wait for him?”

• how about never?

• your back hurts.

• your head hurts.

• your heart hurts.

• actually how about, “Answering that isn’t what I need right now.”

• “Then what about Mingi? Is he what you need?”

• if San only knew what kinds of pain you felt..

• and to think this was gonna be the last hurrah.

• sometimes hate does overpower love on levels too high.

• like your hope for example.

• “I don’t need to be told twice when I’m not wanted. And Mingi doesn’t need to say it more than once either.” you’re convincing yourself more than you’re trying to at San.

• the clocks ticking y/n.

• that hope you have left starts to cycle back into intuition.

• if he doesn’t want to man up, y/n, you have to.

• now San’s that little devil on your shoulder that gets in your head.

• “M-Mingi..”

• his breath is rushed, haggard when he picks up the phone. “Yeah?”

• “Can you come over? No, you need to come now.”

• “Y-yeah. Okay yeah. I’ll be there soon.”

• for once, he does do something he promised to.

• looking like a complete shit storm almost as bad as you.

• what’s worse than a sight for sore eyes?

• two of them.

• “I love you.” you tell him as soon as you open your door. “You piece of shit. How many times I wait minutes for you outside the labs thinking you were gonna actually show up? The many times I’d wait for you at restaurants thinking you were actually gonna treat me out like all the dates you rejected for me? You piece of shit. How many times do I have to wait? No I’m not gonna wait again, Mingi.”

• his eyes blink resurfacing from his clouded mindset only to find you. “You actually wait for me?”

• “Well yeah I do!” you pout at the tall man who pouts back at you like a reflection in a mirror. “You say you’ll be there and of course I wait. Even if you were shoving your tongue down a poor girl’s throat minutes before, I’ll always wait.”

• Mingi’s lips twitch. “And you were waiting for me now. Before you leave to go somewhere without even telling me. You were waiting for me to tell you not to go.”

• he wants you to say it first.

• even if he doesn’t deserve it,

• he wants you to say it.

• “I am waiting for you to tell me not to go.” you grip at your door handle as if waiting to close it shut. “But I’m not waiting longer than I did for your stupid I love you back.”

• Mingi, come on, you idiot.

• just say it.

• “So you’ve been waiting a year for me to say I love you?” he reminds you as if he needed to.

• but that’s not what you want right now.

• no, you want him to tell you to stay.

• to stay for him.

• “I’m not gonna wait more than ten seconds. Ten seconds then I’m closing this door and saying goodbye.”

• “I just need five.”

• he takes you by your waist, fast and slow.

• like the whole year it took for him to do it again.

• to kiss you again.

• to hold you like this again.

• and god did the wait make it worth it cause you taste like heaven sent on a Monday morning,

• paradise to the undeserved.

• he cradles your cheeks in between the palms of his hands,

• for that 5 seconds he promised,

• only to finally say,

• “I do love you back.” he mumbles against your lips. “So please don’t go. I promise I’ll stay. Just— for fucksake don’t go.”

• satisfied,

• you between happy and that.

• him feeling past both satisfied and happy.

• no actually completely in love,

• you tell him, “I’ll stay if you keep that promise.”

• and for once in his entire life,

• he does.

@atinybitofau

[pixelfun20]

Flower Fields: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Notes: Again, all credit to @give-grian-rights (hope you don’t mind the tag!) for the concept! Thank you so much! Also almost forgot to post this on Tumblr rip.

No fighting wars, no ringing chimes

We're just feeling fine

Tubbo started out by building his starter base.

It was a concept he’d learned about while living with Xisuma, and it was quite a good one, too. After all, megabases worthy of Hermitcraft’s admittedly lofty standards often took months to build, and he’d need somewhere to live in the meantime. In Season 6, he’d neglected that fact, and had suffered his fair share of mob deaths before he put up four walls and a ceiling to protect himself, back when he’d left to live on his own. And that was with a small, quickly-thrown together base, not the project he was currently planning.

Still, even setting up the basics of his starter base took a few nearly sleepless days. Finally, the framework for the build, a treehouse spanning more than a few trees at the edge of the forest, was up, and Tubbo was finally able to place a bed down in safety and sleep for a solid fourteen hours straight.

Xisuma dropped by, quite literally, a day or so later.

Tubbo had been sitting in his quickly-expanding living room, sorting through the loot he’d gotten from yesterday’s day-long mining session when he swooped down through the half-finished roof. While he was still wearing his bee-themed armor, now there were two glider-like wings, shimmering purple, strapped to his back.

“Heya, X,” Tubbo greeted the admin with a wave, closing one of his chests. “You got elytra already?”

“Tango and I defeated the Ender Dragon yesterday,” Xisuma replied, touching down softly. Tubbo made an ‘ah’ sound, recalling the achievement he’d seen out of the corner of his eye the other day. Right; he’d forgotten about that. Trust X to be as efficient as possible and defeat one of the toughest monsters in the world just for the ease of travel.

“I’ll have to go endbusting soon, then,” he said, more to himself than X. Before the elder man could protest (ah, he was getting good at noticing when he was going to), he added: “Stress and xB have already asked me to go with them, so don’t worry , alright?”

“Good,” Xisuma sighed. “It’s never a good idea to go out on your own, especially since this’ll be your first time seriously exploring the End.”

Tubbo rolled his eyes good naturedly. To be fair, he hadn’t gone out to the End before it had been conquered before. He’d had a fair few trips last Season, mostly with X, but it was generally for the XP farm once it’d been set up. He’d never left the main island before. Now that he had considerably more freedom at the beginning of the Season, he was excited to go exploring.

“Anything bring you over?” He asked, changing the subject.

Xisuma nodded. “Yeah. A bunch of the others are getting together for some sort of wrestling tournament this weekend.”

“And I’ve been invited?!” He grinned, clapping his hands together.

“As the referee.”

“Ah,” he pouted. “Darn.”

“Don’t worry,” Xisuma chuckled, setting down a shulker box. “It can be a lot funner to watch sometimes; I’m just going to be part of the audience, too. I think Doc wanted you because he thinks he can bribe you.”

“He can not !”

Xisuma raised an eyebrow. “Area 77.”

“Oh, that’s not fair. I am completely unbiased!”

“And that was why you became their lawyer and not for all the cool experiments they had. I don’t think Cleo has forgiven you for defeating her in court.”

“No one can defeat Big Law,” Tubbo sniffed, faux-offended, and Xisuma laughed. “Well, I’ll show him!” He declared, crossing his arms. “I’ll just have to make sure he loses, then!” Xisuma blinked, and he laughed. “Kidding! Kidding!” Mostly .

“So you’re going?”

“Sure! It’s nice to see the Hermits all in one place, anyways. What’s in the shulker?”

Xisuma tilted his head teasingly. “What do you think? Someone had to get the supplies for our honey farm.”

Tubbo gaped. “You’re ready to build farms already?! Man, and I thought I was ahead of the game with just having my base halfway done.”

The armored man shrugged, looking about the partially completed build. “Well, you’ve certainly put more effort into this than me. Truly, your building skills are already improving. I love how you’re styling the roof with peaks like you are; it looks like it took a while.”

“My last house had a roof like that, too,” Tubbo reminded him, glancing up as well. It had become a tradition, of sorts, to build curved, peaked roofs onto his builds. Last season it had been one of the few things he’d built slowly to make look as good as possible. In all honesty, it was his own way of honoring the person who’d made it possible for him to come here, to have a life worth living once again. Rushing through the technique just felt disrespectful.

“Yes, but you’ve definitely gotten better.” Xisuma bent down over the shulker box, checking its contents. “Do you have any good ideas for where to make the bee farm? I’ll admit, I’ve been a bit too busy to scout out a good area.”

“Really? Then where’d you get these guys?”

“Tree farming in the desert.”

Tubbo snorted into his hand, and he could practically feel Xisuma’s embarrassment. “Well, you did say you hadn’t scouted out a good spot.”

“Indeed I did.”

“I can take a look around here and see what I can find. Meadows are supposed to be excellent places for farming bees, right?”

“Indeed it is,” Xisuma agreed. “Do you have plans for your megabase, yet?”

Tubbo nodded, grinning. “And trust me, it’s going to be awesome .”

............

Two days later, a chicken appeared in his base. Tubbo found it laying an egg in what was starting to become the base’s storage area, with one of his shirts nearly ripped to shreds in what appeared to be a makeshift nest.

There was a nametag wrapped around its leg. After some chicken wrangling and a few feathers to the face, he got a good look at it and realized there wasn’t a name written there, but a set of coordinates.

A set of coordinates rather far away, but who was he to turn down such an intriguing mystery?

With the chicken now renamed Wilbur and placed in a pen (he’d needed a chicken farm anyways), Tubbo set out that morning with a few supplies to find the spot he was looking for. After crossing a fair bit of forest and ocean, by the next day he’d found himself cutting his way through the underbrush of an overgrown jungle and wondering why in the world Stress had wanted to wait a week before going to get their elytra.

He pushed a few low-hanging vines out of the way, checking his communicator for the upteenth time. He was getting closer, now. This better be worth going out a few hundred chunks in the middle of nowhere—hey, wait a minute!

There was smoke in the distance. He could just make it out through the leaves, and now that he concentrated, he could smell it, too. Tubbo rushed forwards, pushing through the brush to see several man-made wooden pillars sticking out. As he pressed forwards, he made out a semi-stone floor, several chests, and a small fire in the middle, explaining the smoke.

“What is this?” He asked himself, looking around the place. The coordinates were right, and yet no one was here. Just this outpost in the middle of the jungle.

Tubbo walked around. There were some papers pinned to the wall, and a few dispensers lying around. Idly he pressed the buttons on them, already starting to form a plan to enact revenge on whoever made him travel over a day to get this place.

He pressed the button on the dispenser in the middle of the build and nearly got an arrow to the face.

Tubbo yelped, his reflexes, honed from a half year of training, the only thing saving him from a sudden death. A bell rang behind him, but it took him a few more moments to calm his racing heart.

“Not funny! You nearly took my head off!” He shouted to the jungle. Still, he didn’t leave, instead turning to the bell the arrow had his, examining it. Huh.

There were some cookies in one of the chests, probably left behind by whoever had actually built the place. He nibbled on it, only half hungry, as he tried to examine the place better.

“HERMIT CHALLENGES!”

Tubbo shrieked , dropping the remains of his cookie as the voice rang through the forest air. He looked around, trying to find the source, but found that he couldn’t.

“INITIATION!”

A diamond-clad figure dropped out of the vines above, landing with a firm thud on one of the ground dispensers. He nearly lost his balance before righting himself with a huff.

“Mumbo!” Tubbo exclaimed, a little annoyed but mostly impressed.

“INITIATION!” He shouted at the top of his lungs. “HERMIT CHALLENGES! YOU ARE BEING INDUCTED.”

“How long have you been up there?! It took me over a day to get here.”

“No matter, Mr. Tubbo! Congratulations! You’re in!”

“...Thanks?”

“Of course, my friend! You have been inducted into Hermit Challenges! Of course, you could have eaten the entire cookie—” he glanced down at the crumbs at Tubbo’s feet. “But besides that you have acted perfectly.”

“Wait, what is Hermit Challenges?” Tubbo asked, blinking. What? This version of Mumbo was almost nothing like the Mumbo he’d seen at Spawn a mere week and a half ago. Who used chickens to deliver messages? Or perch in a tree for supposed hours on end?

Okay, he had to admit, that last one was pretty funny.

“Oh, it’s a game I’ve made up,” Mumbo continued. “Iskall and I have already had a go at it, and I figured I’d invite you next.”

“...Alright, then. How do I play?”

“It’s simple! Write down three challenges and put them in the dispenser. Then we’ll pick one at random from each other.”

Mumbo reached into one of the chests on the ground, taking out a sheath of paper and passing three to him with a pen. Tubbo looked at him, and Mumbo grinned.

“Go on! I’m sure you’ll have something fun in that head of yours.”

Ah, he was right. Tubbo gave in with a smile, leaning back and thinking briefly about what he wanted to challenge Mumbo. A few ideas came to mind, and he quickly scribbled them down, pushing them into one of the two dispensers on the side of the small build, Mumbo doing the same.

“Alright, then!” Mumbo announced with a smile. “You go first.”

Tubbo stepped towards Mumbo’s dispenser and clicked the button, causing a slip of paper to slide out. He unrolled it, then read it out loud.

“‘Steal everyone’s front doors for the rest of the season.’ What? The whole season?!”

Mumbo laughed. “Oh, that one! Man, you got the hardest one from me!”

“Well, I’m sure it’s nothing compared to what you’ll get from me.”

“We’ll see,” Mumbo said with a chuckle.  He moved across the platform, and pressed the button the dispenser Tubbo had put his challenges in. The dispenser whirred, and then another slip of paper popped out. Mambo picked it up and read off of it, face contorting as he did so. “...‘Act like you don’t believe in the moon for the next two weeks, and claim the sky is a hologram put up by the SCA (Secret Chickens Agency) to keep us from seeing the real overlords- the sky chickens.’ What?”

Tubbo snickered at that, covering his mouth with one hand. Oh, he was proud of that one.

“No, seriously, this is awfully specific.”

“What? It’s funny!”

“Funny for you!” But Mumbo was smiling, and Tubbo grinned back at him.

“I’m going to be having a fun few weeks,” he giggled.

“So am I,” Mumbo agreed with a raised eyebrow, tucking the slip of paper away. He clapped Tubbo’s shoulder. “I suppose I’ll have to make up a good story to go with this prompt.”

“And I have some doors to steal!” Tubbo laughed.

“Whoever gets the first complaint in chat wins?”

“You’re on!”

[cultists-nightmare]

No~

I lived bitch ❤

[genshin-latte]

ok so. i used to write. in 2014 i wrote a fnaf fanfic that got SUPER popular in wattpad and to this day people are still reading it (god knows why). but my skills have deteroioted from not writing for years. so, I wanna start writing genshin impact fanfiction. youre the writer I look up to the most, so, do you have any tips on how to get back into writing? should i make a blog, do requests, or...? i really dont even know where to start again

Oh God I’ve been through this, I used to write Assassination Classroom, HxH, whatelse Aksjskjdd on wattpad, people are still reading it to this day 😭 I wrote it when I was 12? 13? So around 2014 too rip 😭😭🤣 WHAT WAS I DOING ON WATTPAD AT THAT AGE and I’ve also only picked up writing back recently due to the free time I hv while waiting for uni after this its back to the gutter

Anyway anon 🥺 it’s nice to hear you like my writing skdnjd Trust me I was so insecure when I started, overthinking things and stuffs. English isn’t my first language either, tbh even my sister is a lot better than me (she’s also a writer btw 👀) I actually made a twst writing blog a few weeks prior to this one, it went ok just not as well as I thought, my confidence dropped from 0 to negative sksnhd. Then I made a genshin blog for fun. Trust me it’s a lot funner when you’re not expecting anything.

I think it depends on your comfort, you might need to loosen those writing muscles first :’)) as for me I posted a sample writing and then immediately opened requests after, luckily my first hc did pretty well... my inbox has always been filled since then. If you need pressure and constant ideas from other people to function like me, then I suggest opening requests. But if you’re looking to slowly get back into writing then perhaps write one or two fics to your likings, and open requests when you’re ready. I guess my advice is go at your own pace.

Small note that a blog’s biggest enemy is not appearing in the tags, it’s led to a lot of downfall for content creators... One of the reasons this account has managed to grow to big is bc my initial works has always appeared in the tags (now it dissapears sometimes but eh) so people were able to find me. Tell me if you decide to get started on a blog!! I’ll support you 👀

[iamvegorott]

A Lifetime Chapter 1

Started off as an idea of a one-shot story about how Yancy ended up in jail and it became a full love story with Illinois and Yancy. Some warnings will be added to the beginning of some chapters where needed Enjoy!

Summary: ‘All he has is a lifetime of being trapped, he never’s known what it’s like to be free and if you think you can get him to escape. I won’t stop you.’

warning: mentions of child abuse and overheard domestic abuse towards the end of the chapter. Nothing too graphic in this chapter. 

Like Me

“Are you still waiting for your parents?” 

“Nah.” Yancy scuffed his foot against the cement stairs he has been sitting on. He turned his head towards the janitor and gave a small smile. “Friend went in, forgot his trumpet.” 

“Alright, don’t be scared to come in and use the phone.” The old man said with his own smile and went back into the high school building. 

“What a way to start high school.” Yancy sighed and stood up. “Should have known better.” He added as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, preparing himself for the long walk home. 

Yancy chewed on the inside of his cheek as he tried to stick with familiar-looking streets, hoping he’d find one he knew soon. He tried to memorize the drive to the school that morning, but there’s a difference when it’s dark out and it being the middle of the day. He was telling himself that he should be thankful that his mother bothered to drive him to school this morning on her way to, what she called ‘work’ since he had no idea how to get there yet. 

He perked up when he saw a chunk of tress in a forest-like area that he knew very well. Yancy crossed the street and went straight into the woods. It only took another minute before he found a chunk of street sign stabbed into the trunk of a tree. He finally knew where he was and could get home easily now.

“Look out!” A voice shouted from above and Yancy jumped to the side, seeing a boy his age land on his back where he had just been. 

“Hey, Howard.“ Yancy chuckled. 

“Hey, Yanc.” Howard greeted with an out of breath laugh. “Are you just now heading home? Class ended like hours ago.” 

“Parents didn’t bother showin’.” Yancy scoffed as he bent down and picked up Howard’s fallen hat. “It’s whatever, not really shocked.” 

“I can call my mom if you want.” Howard offered, sitting up. 

“I like walking.” Yancy shrugged and picked some leaves out of the hat’s brim. He always got a warm feeling whenever he saw that Howard still wore the hat he had 'bought’ him when they were eight. Howard thought the hat was cool and Yancy wanted to prove he was cool too.

“I can join you.” Howard had an obvious hope in his voice.

“Yeah, it’ll make the walk funner.” Yancy placed the hat on Howard’s head and helped him to his feet. The two walked for a good moment, talking about their classes and Howard suddenly got soft.

“Can I ask you something?” Howard picked at his fingers. 

“Fire away, Howdy.” Yancy chuckled. 

“So there’s…there’s this…uh…” Howard’s face was flushing pink. “There’s this really cool person and I think they’re…cool.” 

“Is the Howdy crushin’?” Yancy teased, wrapping his arm around Howard’s shoulder and pulling him closer, not realizing that it made Howard’s cheeks turn red. “Listen, yous wanna be that big ol’ adventuring type, right?” 

“Y-Yes.” 

“Then act like one.” Yancy patted Howard’s cheek with a hand before letting him go. “I know yous are brave. You climb up literally everythin’.” 

“The best adventurers are strong,” Howard said, using his hands to hide his blush. 

“And you are! Now you gotta get that confidence.” Yancy skipped ahead so he was walking backward and in front of Howard. “Find that inner smooth guy and use it.” 

“Inner smooth guy?” 

“Yeah! Like me.” 

“Like you?” Howard raised a brow and laughed when Yancy leaped ahead once more and was standing on top of a fallen tree. 

“Like me,” Yancy repeated. “Smooth, confident, brave, and strong.” Yancy posed by placing his hands behind his head. “You’re already halfway there.” 

“I can be smooth and suave.” Howard posed himself, tucking a thumb into his belt and popping his hip out. 

“Yous gonna be the best adventurer the world’s ever seen.” Yancy hopped back down. “We’re here.” He added, his mood dropping for a second when he saw his house past the trees. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Howard asked. 

“Of course! And yous gonna ask that cool person out, alright?” 

“I’ll do it!” Howard had a large smile on his face and watched as Yancy walked away. “You’re really cool, Yancy.” 

Yancy walked up to his house and instead of going to the front door, he went around to the back. Yancy climbed up a few wooden boxes that were stacked along the side of the house. He took out a screwdriver out of the gutter and grunted as he used it to pry open a window. 

“You’re a stupid fucking bitch!” 

“You’re a fucking asshole!”

Yancy heard his parents screaming and it wasn’t anything new, at least they haven’t been looking for him. He’d be in for a world of hurt if they wanted him and he wasn’t there. No excuses, no reasons, it was his fault if he wasn’t there.

Yancy crawled into his bedroom, landing on his bed with a squeak. He paused to a second and when he didn’t hear his name being shouted, he started putting his school stuff away. Hiding them in small nooks and under floorboards so his parents couldn’t destroy them if they found them. 

“Just shut up!” Yancy’s father’s voice cracked. 

“You should grow up! You sound like you’re still going through-” A sharp slap cut off Yancy’s mother comment. “Fuck you!” There was another slap and soon things were clattering and shattering, two sounds Yancy knew very well and told him that he had a long night of cleaning ahead of him.

Yancy changed his clothes to a pair of sweat pants and a white shirt, pocketing the screwdriver before gently folding his school’s uniform and hiding it in a bag under his dresser. His parents didn’t know he had to wear a uniform and they never will. The only reason he was in a decent school was that his mother had known the principal when they were younger and he owed her some favors. It was also the closest one. That’s really what his parents cared about. 

“One of those nights,” Yancy said with a grimace when he heard moaning. “Hopefully they make it to a room this time.” He added to himself and slipped on a pair of headphones, cranking up the music so he could drown out his parent’s sounds. He’ll wait till they’re asleep before going down to make food, it was the safest way. 

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