#I'm sure she was shocked hahah

[onlyseokmins]

And i hope the same for you! Jun is a dream! Me too <33 right, it's defintely made to feel a lots of things haha i always wanted to tell you and forgot aksjsjs i wanted to be her too lol on that day she had a very important meeting but there were so many people and she didn't know why. So she was walking and saw him standing there, she thought he was an actor or something (she doesn't really know kpop). When she took a closer look she was like oh he is attractive af. She told me he looked really good and seemed nice but she wondered why so many girls were there. I explained it and she was so surprised

Tysm luv I'm abt to snooze soon <3 Jun is a dream!! Omg imagine just seeing seokmin in the wild 😭 😭 😭 😭 😭 could never be me ajaksksks and it's always non kpop fans amirite /hj good lort I'd prolly faint on the spot, she is so lucky haha. I hope she was able to make it to her meeting tho 😭 idk if many celebs visit my city. Apparently there are films made here but I never see them ajskkss

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Divus Crewel - Rich Fur Coat Vignette

"A full course of disciplinary action"

[Sage‘s Island – Foothill Town]

Sage’s Island Resident: Good morning, Divus-san. You're up pretty early again.

Crewel: Good morning, madam.

Crewel: Also… Good morning, Emma!

Crewel: Your cute spots look so good on you, as always. I am truly lucky to be able to meet with such a stunning beauty so early in the day.

Crewel: …Can I give you some pets, you sweet thing?

Emma: Bark, bark!

Sage’s Island Resident: Fufufu, you're always so doting on our Emma, thank you. Look, she's so happy she's showing her belly.

Crewel: No, I should be thanking you. These fleeting moments I get in the morning are my personal solace.

Crewel: I'm grateful that I am able to see and pet these beautiful little lads and lasses.

Crewel: Especially since I'm unable to see my precious ones until I return to the Queendom of Roses on the weekends.

Sage’s Island Resident: If I recall, you have two friends looking after your dogs back home during the week, right?

Crewel: That's right. They're old friends… Or rather, they've become more like hired hands.

Crewel: I would love nothing more than to bring my dogs to Sage's Island…

Crewel: But my apartment here in Foothill Town is much too small to keep them.

Crewel: Sometime in the future, it would be nice to rent a large home here in this town and live with them together every single day.

Crewel: I'd drive with them in my favorite car on the long road along the ocean… That's the dream.

Sage’s Island Resident: Well, how lovely. I'm looking forward to the day that I'll be able to meet your precious dogs, Divus-san.

Crewel: And I as well, madam. I hope you have another pleasant day today. Bye, Emma.

Crewel: Good morning, my good sir. A strong cup of tea, as per my usual.

Shopkeep: Good morning, Crewel-kun. Would you like some food with that?

Crewel: No, thank you. I don't eat breakfast, as a rule.

Shopkeep: Yes, yes, I know. I thought I'd just ask.

Shopkeep: I can't believe you come to my little establishment so early in the morning just to drink tea instead of our signature coffee blend…

Shopkeep: You're still an odd one, even after becoming a professor at Night Raven College.

Crewel: Hah. Truth be told, I don't come here for the tea.

Crewel: Every Monday morning, if I sit in this seat here, I can watch the ships sail into port. The sight of the sails in a row is beautiful…

Crewel: This tea doesn't even compare to the stuff I can brew, but this view is something I can't replicate back home.

Shopkeep: Hahah! I always knew you were a sharp-tongued devil in your student years, but it seems you've just gotten even more cruel!

Crewel: I think it's more of a shock that you haven't improved your tea brewing skills in 15 years, sir.

Shopkeep: Well, luckily, we're still thriving! Do enjoy your time here.

Crewel: Thanks. …Hm. This respite is quiet and soothing.

Crewel: I should relax while I can. …Because I'm sure today will end up being yet another busy day.

Crewel: Today, I have homeroom plus three other classes. There's also preparations that need to be done for next month's event, a staff meeting, and last week's tests that need grading… Whew.

Crewel: Well. I'll just have to hope those pups won't cause me any issues, at a minimum.

[Laboratory]

Crewel: STAY!!!

Students: EEK!

Crewel: I can't believe this… What have you done?

Crewel: Why are all the ingredients needed for today's experiment scattered all over the floor?

Crewel: Which one of you mangy mutts not only stepped on but also mixed together all those spilled ingredients?

Crewel: I am only asking a simple question, and yet all anyone can yelp is "It wasn't me," or "It was someone else's fault"...

Crewel: PUPS WHO CAN'T OWN UP TO THEIR MISTAKES ARE NO BETTER THAN A MUTT! THEY DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO BE CALLED DOGS!

Students: EEEEP!

Crewel: So tell me, who is the culprit? Tell me truthfully, and you'll only have to deal with a full course of disciplinary action and not a bit more.

Students: Th-That is…

Students: [everyone stares]

Grim: Hm?

Grim: …Wh-Wh-Wh-What? Don't all you be lookin' down on me!

1. I think it'd be better if you just apologize honestly… 2. You'll get a lighter punishment if you just confess now.

Grim: It wasn't me who did that! It's [Yuu], definitely [Yuu]!

Scarabia Student: Don't try to blame [Yuu]. You really don't know how to give up, huh, Grim!

Octavinelle Student: Yeah, you were the one who flipped the table in the first place! There's no way I'm gonna let you take us down with you!

Grim: Heh! Do ya even got any proof that I did it?

Crewel: I see. It definitely won't do to accuse someone of the crime without proper evidence.

Crewel: …By the way, Grim.

Grim: Hm?

Crewel: The fur on your legs have turned black, but why is that? It looks just like that of a black cat.

Grim: Huh? My legs?

Grim: …Woah, you're right! My amazing grey fur's pitch black!

Grim: WH-WHAT'S WITH THIS!? GET RID OF IT FOR MEEE!

Crewel: There's no point in wiping it. The sap from the tree we were to use today turns black upon exposure to air.

Crewel: If it were to touch on your clothes or hair, it wouldn't matter how much you scrub or wash with water, it won't come off.

Crewel: incidentally, to return the blackened part to normal, the fastest method would be to cause another reaction to render it colorless.

Crewel: Look! Everyone see here.

Crewel: When I pour this concoction of herbs onto Grim's blackened legs…

Crewel: See, it returned back to its normal color. Make sure you remember this reaction.

Students: Oooooh.

Crewel: …Now, Grim. Do you have any idea why the ingredients we were to use for today's experiments got on your legs?

Grim: M-M… MYAAAH!

Grim: It ain't my fault! The desk shouldn't've been there!

Crewel: YOU MONGREL! YOU ARE TO STAY AFTER CLASS AND COPY LINES AS PUNISHMENT. UNDERSTAND!?

Crewel: And [Yuu], you're to also stay behind, as Grim's prefect. It would be troublesome if you cannot even look after your own pet!

1. But I have plans after class…

Crewel: Oho, you have plans that take priority over my prescribed discipline? [Yuu shakes their head] …No? A good response from a good boy.

2. I'm sorry…

Crewel: If you truly are sorry, then lets see that as a tangible result. If you can make Grim learn to sit and stay properly as his prefect, then I'll give you a treat.

Crewel: These pups truly are a handful… My beloved pet dogs are much more well behaved.

Crewel: Everyone, sit!

[Crewel magics the ingredients]

Grim: All the stuff I dropped are just floating back on top of the desk. So why's he gotta get on me when he can just fix everything…?

Crewel: The ingredients have been properly prepared once again. I will now explain the procedure for this experiment, so make sure you watch carefully.

Crewel: …I expect all of you to be on your best behavior.

Grim: Urp. He's just glaring at me, now…

[Interior Hallway]

Crewel: Ah, classes are finally over. Today was another tiring day.

Crewel: None of the freshmen listen and the sophomores slack off now that they've gotten used to the classes. And the juniors are teeming with arrogance.

Crewel: If I were a student, I would absolutely have literally knocked some sense into them...

Crewel: However, because of my position, I cannot do that now. I never even thought that I would be more inconvenienced as a professor, than I was as a student.

Crewel: Tch! I knew what I was in for, but still, I hadn't expected being an instructor to be this difficult.

???: And why are you clicking your tongue like that, Crewel-sensei?

Trein: As a professor of this school, I would prefer if you were to carry yourself better, so as to be a good example towards the students.

Crewel: Ugh… And now on top of everything else, someone even fussier has shown up…

Trein: What is with that disgruntled look? Do you take some issue with me?

Crewel: Of course not, don't be absurd! I would never bite back at any commentary you have for me, Trein-sensei.

Trein: Good. We should start to head towards the staff meeting, then.

Trein: Incidentally, you seemed to look rather exhausted a moment ago. Did something happen?

Crewel: No, I wouldn't say there was anything in particular…

Crewel: …I was only thinking of how I could effectively train the students. There are more than a fair share of unruly pups.

Trein: Do you of all people have any right to say that…? Especially since you were one of the rowdiest students during your time here.

Crewel: That was simply youthful ardor. Wasn't I just a charming little thing?

Trein: Don't write it off as simple "youthful ardor." Have a little shame.

Trein: …Well, I suppose it hasn't been too long since you've become a professor, in the end. This year makes… how long?

Crewel: Six years. Have you forgotten our joyous reunion already?

Trein: Hmph. Of course I remember your scowling little, "Oh, professor, were you still here?"

Trein: But only six years, I see… Well, why don't you pat yourself on the back for doing as well as you are for such a short tenure?

Crewel: I'm doing well? …Do you truly think so?

Trein: It is a fact that the rate of students pursuing the sciences have increased since you've arrived. There would be no purpose in denying that your instruction is showing good results.

Crewel: Heh… Heheh, is that right?! Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that coming from you.

Trein: And there you go getting carried away and speaking without any forethought. I do believe I've taught you countless times since your time here as a student to respect your elders, haven't I?

Trein: …Now then, if you're feeling better about yourself, we should get this staff meeting underway. I am keeping Lucius waiting.

[Trein walks off]

Crewel: …How insensitive of you, Trein-sensei.

Crewel: Here I am, patiently enduring everything until I can finally go see my dogs over the weekend, and you say that.

[Alchemy Workshop]

Crewel: Now that the meeting is done with, I should try to finish grading the tests while I can.

Crewel: …The rate of students pursuing the sciences, hm. I suppose it's true that everyone's grades are improving, even if at a slow pace. …A truly slow pace.

Crewel: Heh. I do enjoy seeing these pups grow.

[knock, knock, click]

Grim: Hey! I went 'n did that assignment for ya!

Crewel: What is it that you've done for me...?

1. I'll have him try that again. 2. He just misspoke!

Grim: I-I mean, I finished the assignment ya gave me. I'll put it here on the desk, 'kay?

Grim: …Hm? There's a book with a fancy cover mixed in with all these boring lookin' books. What's this?

Crewel: Oh, did that catch your eye? That book contains the collection of an apparel brand I worked for in the past.

Crewel: I keep telling them to not send anything to my office, but there are some who just refuse to listen…

Crewel: Not only do I receive their catalogs, but also phone calls, all asking for my advice for the next fashion season.

Crewel: …It's just like your tests, don't you think? I'll have to fix their mistakes later to the best of my abilities.

Grim: Urgh, that sounds annoying. Why don'tcha just ignore 'em?

Crewel: Ignore them… Hahah, that's one idea. I can imagine their panicked and frantic faces.

Crewel: …But no, I do consider this somewhat of a hobby for me.

Crewel: Just because I've become a professor, that does not mean I can fall behind the current fashion. I want to constantly be checking the latest trends.

Crewel: I'm sure even you'd prefer a fashionably cool instructor over some decrepit, antiquated teacher, right?

1. I want a cool teacher.

Crewel: Right? You're quite a lucky one on that account, pup, because you have me as your homeroom teacher!

2. I want a nice teacher.

Crewel: You'll get bored if they're just nice all the time, you know. You might understand what I mean when you get a bit older.

Grim: I don't really get all that hard fashion stuff, but I totally wanna look cooler!

Crewel: Well, I'll consider that good enough for now. Don't you worry, I'll make sure to turn you into polished gems before graduation.

Crewel: You students here at Night Raven College may have a knack for magic, but your fashion senses are severely lacking.

Crewel: …And since I've taken on the duties of being your teacher, I won't allow that to continue.

Crewel: When I first started here, I vowed that I would craft every single one of you into the most fashionable and capable mages you can be.

Crewel: You have a first-class instructor, and first-rate instruction. …It would be impossible for you all to not become fantastic mages.

Grim: Heh. I'm totally gonna become a great mage even without your help!

Crewel: Hahah, you're a cheeky one. …Now then, if you've finished your task, go on. Looks like your friends have arrived to walk you out.

Crewel: Your time as a student may seem long, but it is deceptively short. I will do what I can to support all of you so that you can live your life here without any regrets.

Requested by @revengeofreaper32.

[jungkoode]

𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏 | 09

˗ˏˋ rules ˎˊ˗

"Rules are funny things. You make them thinking they'll keep you safe, keep everything contained. But sometimes the person you're really trying to protect yourself from… is you"

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word count: 6.5k

content: candle shop shenanigans, friend group dynamics, rules and boundaries

✧ author's note ✧

OKAY FIRST OF ALL—who absolutely LOVES Yeji? Because ME. The way she clocked Jungkook within seconds and had NO filter??? Like, I'm obsessed. Mans was genuinely SHOCKED that someone told him to sit his ass down. The audacity of this woman to not immediately melt under his smirky, tattooed menace energy?? I respect her so much. A feminist icon, if you will.

And IRYA. Ughhh, my precious girlie. The way she’s just casually vibing with Jungkook? Like?? They are NOTHING alike, and yet she’s over here just mingling with him, being friendly, unbothered, meanwhile Yeji is foaming at the mouth in the background. I love that contrast so much. It’s like, she doesn’t see him as a threat, just another guy in the room, which makes Jungkook (who is used to either being hated or obsessed over) lowkey confused. You can see the gears turning in his head like “Wait. Why aren’t you scared of me. Or pissed at me. Or flirting with me.” HAHAH POOR BOY.

And let’s talk about Jimin, because HELLO, my quiet support KING. He’s not even saying much in this chapter, but he’s there, next to Y/N, just in case. That kind of silent loyalty? The “I know you can handle yourself, but if you need me, I’m already here” type of presence??? I eat that up every time. Their friend group is everything to me.

Speaking of menace behavior—Jungkook. Are we surprised? He’s so unserious about everything. I loved giving him Kuko as a contact name for Y/N because in every fic, it’s always Kook or Kookie or Koo and I just—I wanted something different. Something slightly sharp and weird. Like, why does it sound like a pet name and an insult at the same time 😭😭 It’s PERFECT for their dynamic.

And finally, Y/N. My messy, mouthy, disaster baby. She is THEE representation of someone who’s barely entered adulthood, fresh into uni, kind of immature, kind of figuring it out, but loud as hell about it. Like, I KNOW some of y’all are probably reading this chapter thinking “girl, seriously??” but THAT'S THE POINT. She’s got so much personality, she’s a walking contradiction, she’s flawed, but she’s HER. I love her for it.

I also stuffed this chapter with SO many Easter eggs. Like, the foreshadowing is right there at the end, but I know y’all aren’t catching everything yet. You’ll come back later, reread it, and be like “OH MY GOD, KIKI???” And I’ll just be sitting here like 😌✌️ I love when a plan comes together.

Anyway, here’s Chapter 9, babes. Enjoy the mess. I’m off to go prep for my therapist session because, let’s be real, I probably projected a little too hard in this one LMAO.

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You don't know why you agreed to go shopping with Yeji. 

She texted at ass o'clock in the morning about "needing your expert opinion," and honestly? Your sleep-deprived brain just went sure, whatever without processing the implications. You just mentioned having to buy something for Emma — her birthday's in two weeks — and it was downhill from there.

"This place smells like a Pinterest board threw up," Yeji announces as you enter the third candle store of the day. Some fancy boutique with mason jars everywhere and prices that make you want to cry. "Who names a candle Whispers of Moonlight?"

"Someone getting paid way too much," you mutter, checking the price tag. Jesus. "Forty dollars for—is this supposed to smell like grass?"

"Rich people grass." Yeji picks up another one, face scrunching. "Autumn's Last Kiss. What does that even mean? Like, trees making out?"

"Pretty sure it's just pumpkin spice trying to be fancy."

"Capitalism is wild." She moves down the aisle, combat boots squeaking against the polished floor. "Oh shit, look at this one. Midnight Jasmine's Secret Rendezvous. That's not a candle, that's a Mills & Boon novel."

You snort, trailing after her. "Speaking of reading material—"

"We are not starting a book club book chat right now."

"I'm just saying, if you actually showed up to Victorian Lit—"

"And listen to Professor Stevens cream himself over Dickens for two hours? Pass." She picks up another candle, this one in black glass. "Dark Temptation. Bet you five bucks it smells like axe body spray."

She's not wrong. You wrinkle your nose as she waves it under your face. "Why does everything 'dark' and 'masculine' smell like a frat house?"

"Because the straights are not okay." Yeji sets it back, wiping her hands on her jeans like the scent might be contagious. "What did Emma say she likes again?"

"Anything except roses." You pause at a display of seasonal scents. "Her roommate burns those generic rose ones from the dollar store. Pretty sure she's traumatized."

"Valid." Yeji's already moved on to the next shelf, picking up random ones and reading their names in increasingly dramatic voices. "Summer's Sweet Embrace. Woodland Mystery. Oh my god, Bachelor's Button? What the fuck is a bachelor's button?"

"It's a flower," you say, distracted by a actually nice-looking sage and cedar one. Still overpriced, but... "My mom used to grow them."

"Sounds fake, but okay." 

She’s quiet for a second. Then:

"What about this one?" Yeji holds up a purple candle, squinting at the label. "Lavender Dreams. Sounds pretentious as fuck."

"Put that down before you break it," you mutter, scanning the shelves. The prices are criminal. “And aren't you supposed to be in Art History right now?"

"Professor Wang's doing that thing again where he talks about his divorce for two hours." She shrugs, setting the candle back with surprising care. "I've already heard all about Karen three times this semester."

You roll your eyes, picking up a sage-scented one. And no, you're not lingering in the candle section because you love them, okay? Emma likes candles too. It's completely reasonable research for a birthday gift. Nothing to do with how your apartment could use some—

"These are boring anyway," Yeji declares, already moving on. Her attention snaps to something across the street. Barnes & Noble, its windows displaying the latest bestsellers. 

"Wanna check out some books?" she asks, hands stuffed in the pockets of her worn-out grey zip-up. The one she definitely stole from Irya's closet.

"Since when do you read?" You snort, following her out of the candle store. Because you know damn well Yeji's idea of "reading" is skimming SparkNotes twenty minutes before class.

"Woah, judging a book by its cover?" She gestures to her whole aesthetic: combat boots, ripped jeans, that stolen sweater. "Just 'cause I look like this doesn't mean I don't read."

"You told me last week that Romeo and Juliet was, and I quote, 'straight people nonsense.'"

"It is straight people nonsense." She pushes open the bookstore's door, a blast of air conditioning hitting you. "But we need books for the club."

"You mean the chat group you named 'Fuck The Patriarchy Book Club' that's basically just for rambling and complaining?" Like how you ended up here today, victim to Yeji's class-skipping schemes. "That club?"

"Yeah?" She flashes that smile that you’re starting to associate with trouble. "C'mon, I need to check if they have Pride and Prejudice."

You trail after her into Fiction & Literature, past towering shelves and that distinct bookstore smell. "Pride and—hold up. Weren't you just shitting on romance classics?"

"Yeah, and?" She's already scanning the 'A' section with laser focus. "My girl wants to read it, so we're reading it."

"You're buying it because Irya mentioned it once in the group chat."

"And?" Yeji doesn't even pretend to deny it, moving purposefully through the aisles. "My girlfriend has taste. Unlike some people who waste their time reading..." she picks up a random book, "The Art of Corporate Finance."

"That's not even—"

"Found it!" She pulls out a leather-bound edition, definitely not the cheapest version available. "Look at this fancy shit. Irya's gonna love it."

You're about to point out how whipped she is when something catches your eye. A "Now Hiring" sign at the front counter, clean white letters against dark wood. Huh. You've been meaning to look for a job, something to get you out of the apartment more. And to help your finances. too. God knows you’d rather avoid having to ask mom and daddy for more money. 

"Earth to Y/N?" Yeji waves a hand in front of your face. "You good?"

"Yeah, just..." You gesture vaguely at the sign. 

Working at a bookstore wouldn't be the worst thing. Plus, employee discount.

"Oh shit, you should totally apply." She examines the sign with newfound interest. "Then you can hook me up with discounts on all the books Irya wants."

"I haven't even—"

"Excuse me?" she calls to a passing employee, ignoring your attempt to shut her up. "My friend here wants to apply for the job opening."

You're going to kill her. Slowly. With one of these hardcover books.

But the employee's already turning around—young guy, probably another student, name tag reading 'Mark'—and you can't exactly bolt without looking insane. Perfect. Just perfect.

"Oh, yeah?" Mark brightens. "We're actually pretty desperate for people who can work weekday afternoons. You have any retail experience?"

"I—"

"She's great with books," Yeji cuts in, because apparently she's your agent now. "Like, literally will fight someone over their trash literary takes. You should hear her rant about Hemingway."

You shoot her a death glare, but... well, she's not wrong about Hemingway.

"That's actually perfect," Mark says. "We get a lot of students asking for recommendations. Here—" He heads to the counter, returning with an application form. "You can fill this out now if you want. Manager's still here."

And somehow, because the universe hates you, you end up at one of the reading tables, filling out your work history while Yeji "helps" by suggesting you list your special skills as "roasting bad authors" and "setting pretentious men straight about their Joyce opinions."

Your phone buzzes. Group chat.

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You: 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘, 𝚒’𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢

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+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 

Yoongs 🎧: 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝?

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚘𝚝 

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚜𝚎? 

Your fingers freeze over the keyboard. That asshole.

You: 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗? 

You: 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡 

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝…

You: 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍��𝚖𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 

You: 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎?

Yoongs 🎧: 𝚈/𝙽.

Something about Yoongi’s message makes you pause. That's... weird. But before you can think about it:

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 :)

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?

"I'm assuming he means video games," Yeji says, still reading. "Not the fun kind of grinding."

You elbow her in the ribs.

You: 𝚔 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

You: 𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚘

You: 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎? :)

Yoongs 🎧: 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 

Yoongs 🎧: 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚡? ;) 

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜? 

+1 (917) XXX-XXXX: 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 :)

You're going to murder him. You're actually going to commit homicide, and Yoongi's going to have to find a new roommate, and you know what? He'll probably thank you.

You: 𝚛𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕

You: :)

"So," Yeji says as you aggressively save his number under 'Kuko���🏻', "this is fun."

"I hate him so much."

"Uh-huh." She glances at your phone, where he's still sending coffee emoji spam. "You know what this means though, right?"

"That I need better roommates?"

"That you're definitely getting this job." She taps the half-completed application. "Can't spend all your time at the apartment if you're working retail hours."

She... might have a point.

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚢 

Yoongs 🎧: 𝙸’𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 

Yoongs 🎧: 𝚈/𝙽, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚆𝚎,𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.

Your phone buzzes again, but this time it's the other group chat. Thank fuck.

Fuck The Patriarchy Book Club 📚

Irya 🌸: 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜?

Irya 🌸: 𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗

Jin ☕️: 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

Jin ☕️: 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜.

Jin ☕️: 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝟻𝟶𝚔𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝟻.

Jin ☕️: 𝙶𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎.

Your phone keeps vibrating with notifications from the other chat. You peek at it. 

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Jesus fucking Christ.

Yeji 🖤: 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚊𝚝 𝚢/𝚗’𝚜?

Yeji 🖤: 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 

Your head snaps up. "Excuse me?"

"What?" Yeji doesn't even look guilty. "You keep complaining about him, might as well know what we’re working with here."

You: 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝

You: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Irya 🌸: 𝚘𝚘𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚜!! 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗??

Irya 🌸: 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 

Irya 🌸: 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎?

You let out a loud sigh, now considering Irya’s question. Because part of you thinks about bringing unwanted guests to the apartment, about how that could disturb the peace, especially for Yoongi.

But also? Also, Jungkook brought his friends last time. No warning, no group chat message to let you know you’d meeting random dudes in your pokemon PJs.

So he can suck it, honestly. 

You: 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎

You: 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘

Jin ☕️: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙹𝚘𝚎’𝚜.

Jin ☕️: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎.

Jin ☕️: 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘, 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗.

Another cascade of coffee emojis floods your notifications. You switch back to the apartment chat.

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡𝚡

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟿𝟶% 𝚌𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

Kuko🖕🏻: ☕️

You hit mute so fast you nearly crack your screen.

You: 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎

You: 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚈𝙾𝚄’𝚁𝙴 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚓𝚒

Yeji 🖤: 𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚘 𝚗𝚘

Yeji 🖤: 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝟻𝟶 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔

Yeji 🖤: 𝚒𝚖 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎

Irya 🌸: 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔? 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚎? 👀 

Irya 🌸: 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚢 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔?!?!?! 💘

Jin ☕️: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

Jin ☕️: 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚜.

Yeji 🖤: 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢

Yeji 🖤: 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜

"So," Yeji says, watching you aggressively fill out the availability section of your application. "Should we warn your roommate about pizza night or...?"

You think about the endless coffee emojis. About how he's probably still spamming them, the notifications piling up in your muted chat.

"Nope."

She grins. "Chaos it is."

You make it to your apartment after what feels like the longest trek ever, juggling the coffee capsules bag and your dignity. And no, you didn't buy them because of him, okay? You bought them because Yoongi deserves his caffeine fix. Yoongi, who actually helped you carry boxes up flights of stairs when you moved in. Yoongi, who warns you when the hot water's acting up. Yoongi, who—unlike some people—doesn't blast music at 3AM.

"Still can't believe you actually bought them," Yeji says for the fifth time, trailing behind you up the stairs. "Like, you're really just gonna enable his bratty ass?"

"They're not for him." You dig through your bag for your keys. "I got the regular ones for Yoongi. The vanilla ones are mine."

"Uh-huh." She's got that look again. "And you got the vanilla ones because...?"

"Because I like vanilla coffee." Your keys jangle aggressively as you search. "Not everything is about him."

"I offered to spike them," she reminds everyone, way too loudly for a hallway. "Could've made it look factory-sealed and everything."

Jimin looks slightly concerned. "Do I want to know why you know how to do that?"

"Probably not," Irya says cheerfully. "But that's why I love her."

You finally locate your keys, jamming them into the lock. It sticks—because of course it does, these old-ass doors—and you have to do that weird wiggle thing to get it open. "The last thing I need is a lawsuit for attempted murder by coffee."

"It wouldn't kill him," Yeji argues. "Just, you know. Mild poisoning. Character building."

"Pretty sure that's still illegal," Jimin says.

"Only if you get caught."

The door finally gives, swinging open to reveal... nobody. The living room's empty, thank fuck. No sign of Yoongi or—more importantly—no sign of him. Maybe they're both out. Maybe you'll actually get through this pizza night without any—

"Yo, this is actually nice," Yeji says, already making herself at home on the couch. "When you said 'bros' cave' I was expecting, like, beer pong tables and stolen street signs."

"Those are in Jungkook's room," you mutter, dropping the coffee bag on the kitchen counter. Not that you've seen his room. You haven't. Obviously.

Irya's examining the vinyl collection by the TV. "These are good albums. Your roommates have taste."

"Those are Yoongi's." Probably. You're like 90% sure they're Yoongi's. You've never actually asked.

"The place is surprisingly clean," Jimin notes, still hovering politely by the door. "Need help with anything?"

"Nah, just—" You pause as something orange streaks past. "Oh, shit, wait—Griffin, no—"

Too late. Your cat roommate's already winding between Jimin's legs, purring like the attention whore he is.

"You have a cat?" Irya drops to her knees immediately. "Oh my god, he's gorgeous."

"He's not mine." You dump your bag on the counter. "He's Jungkook's emotional support menace."

"Like owner, like cat," Yeji says, watching Griffin charm his way into Jimin's arms.

"True." You roll your eyes. "Demanding, dramatic, and constantly in the way."

Griffin headbutts Jimin's shin, purring louder.

"Should I..." He looks uncertain. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah, he does that." You start unpacking the coffee capsules. “He's harmless. Just attention-starved and thinks he owns the place."

"Again," Yeji says, "like owner, like cat."

"Pretty much.”

"At least the cat's cute." She stretches out on the couch, combat boots definitely leaving marks. "Makes up for the personality."

"Tragic how the genes weren't distributed evenly," you mutter, strategizing about how to arrange the coffee capsules in the cabinet. Normal ones for Yoongi, vanilla ones hidden in the back where grabby hands can't reach them.

Irya's still on the floor with Griffin, who's now rolled onto his back. "I don't know, he seems sweet."

"The cat? Yeah." You slam the cabinet open. "The owner? Walking nightmare."

"Speaking of nightmares." Jimin's still by the door, ever polite. "Should we maybe warn him we're having pizza here? Since it's his apartment too..."

You think about the forty-seven coffee emojis still sitting in your muted notifications.

"Nope."

"Absolutely not," Yeji agrees. "He can deal with it like she dealt with having his dudebro friends over last week."

Irya looks up from scratching Griffin's belly. "Oh yeah, didn't you say you ran into them in your—what was it?"

"Pokemon pajamas," you groan. "Look, they were clean, okay? And it was like, Saturday morning. Who has people over at Saturday morning?"

"Douchebags," Yeji supplies helpfully. 

You're about to agree when you hear it. A door opening down the hall. Footsteps.

Of-fucking-course.

"You bought the coffee, phoenix?"

The drawl comes from behind you, and you briefly consider whether jail time for murder would really be that bad. Jungkook's leaning against his doorframe in—are those fucking Sonic pajama pants?—looking like he just rolled out of bed. At 7PM. Because of course he did.

"Nice little reunion you got going on here, by the way." 

He yawns, running a hand through his messy hair as he saunters into the kitchen. Like this is totally fine. Like having your friends over without warning isn't exactly what he did last week with Hoseok and Taehyung—who, by the way, apparently has keys to your fucking apartment. 

You pointedly ignore him, which would work better if he wasn't literally heading straight for you. He reaches around you to rummage through the shopping bags, and you slap his hands away. 

“Get out of my stuff."

"Oh," he pulls out the vanilla capsules before you can stop him, "you actually got me the vanilla ones?"

"They're not for you." You snatch them back. "Get your hands off them."

He grabs for them again. "Pretty sure you bought them because—"

"I bought them for me." You yank them away, but he's already going for the other bag. "Oh my god, can you not—"

"So this is the pain in the ass?" Yeji's voice drips with disdain from the couch. 

Jungkook quirks an eyebrow, still trying to get his hands on your shopping. "Who's Cruella de Vil over there?"

You elbow him away from the bags. "None of your—"

"Another candle?" He snatches it up, holding it over his head where you can't reach. Dick. "Seriously? After last time?"

"If you'd stop making everything smell like balls and nachos—" You jump for it, but he just stretches higher, "—I wouldn't have to buy them, Rogue."

"I don't smell like—"

"Wait," Irya interrupts, and you catch her hiding a smile behind her hand. "Phoenix?"

"Rogue?" Jimin adds quietly from his corner, looking between you back and forth.

Jungkook's smirk widens as he finally lets you grab the candle back. "Oh, she hasn't told you that story?"

"We are not discussing this again." You shove the candle in its bag. "Ever."

"Why not? It's hilarious." He's fully grinning now, leaning his hip against the counter like he owns it. "Haven't told them about how you almost set the place on fire your first week here?"

"BECAUSE YOU ENTERED THE HOUSE LIKE A FUCKING—" Your hand's fisted in his t-shirt before you can stop yourself, and he's snickering, the absolute dick. "Like a complete psychopath," you finish through gritted teeth.

"The lock sticks!" He's still laughing. "I told you, it's an old door—"

"You didn't have to shoulder it open like the SWAT team!"

"You dropped a lit match!"

"Because you scared the shit out of me!" 

"Ugh," Yeji groans. "Is he always like this?"

"Worse," you mutter, finally releasing his shirt. "Usually he's too busy being edgy in his room with his electric guitar."

Irya's definitely smirking now. Jimin looks like he wants to disappear into the wall.

"Whatever, phoenix." He makes another grab for the vanilla capsules. "Rising from the ashes of your attempted arson."

"That's not—" You smack his hand away. "That's not why you started calling me that and you know it."

"Pretty sure it is."

"Pretty sure you're full of shit."

Griffin chooses this moment to abandon Irya and wind between Jungkook's legs, the little traitor. Jungkook immediately scoops him up, and you pretend not to notice how the cat starts purring instantly.

"See?" He scratches under Griffin's chin. "G knows I'm right."

"G's a whore for attention." You start shoving the shopping bags away. "He'd side with Satan if Satan had treats."

"So that's why he likes you."

"You calling me Satan now? Wasn't it phoenix? Pick your poison, dumbass."

"Nah." He's still petting Griffin, who's practically melting in his arms. "Just saying you're both dramatic as fuck."

"Says the guy who kicked down a door over a—"

"The lock was stuck!"

"Yeah? Like your head up your ass?"

“Do you two always do this?” Irya prompts. 

"No," you mutter, yanking the coffee bag away as he tries to sneak another grab at it. "When he's not gaming like a twelve-year-old, he's—stop touching my stuff!"

"Just checking what flavor you got," he says innocently, which might work better if he wasn't actively trying to steal the vanilla capsules. "Since you bought them for me and all—"

"I will actually murder you."

"With what? Another candle?"

"Keep talking and find out."

"Children," Yeji interrupts, looking physically pained. "Can we not?"

But Jungkook's already reaching for the bag again, and you swat his hand away. "I swear to god—"

"What? I'm just being neighborly—"

"You're being a pain in the ass—"

"Aw, you noticed?"

"Hard not to when you're—" You break off as he successfully snags a vanilla capsule. "Give that back."

"Make me."

"What are you, five?"

"Says the one hoarding coffee—"

"It's my coffee—"

"Pretty sure you bought it with daddy's credit card—"

The words hit like a slap and before you can think better of it, you snarl, "Fuck you."

Your eyes widen the second it leaves your mouth because you know that look on his face, that slight quirk of his lips, the way he's already—

You slam your hand over his mouth so fast you practically punch him, fingers digging into his jaw. He makes a muffled sound of protest, but you can feel him grinning under your palm, the absolute dick.

"Don't," you hiss. "Don't you fucking dare."

He raises his eyebrows like who, me? but you can feel him trying not to laugh.

"Okay!" Jimin claps his hands together, looking slightly alarmed. "So, pizza? Anyone want to look at the menu?”

“Oooh, that sounds promising.” Jungkook says, yanking your hand away. 

"Can't you leave?" You eye him. "Go jack yourself off while you look in the mirror or something. Maybe play your fucking guitar."

"Huhhh?" He's already propping his elbows on the back of the sofa, leaning over the narrow table that ‘separates’ the kitchen from the living room. "I want pizza too. Plus, your friends look nice." His smile is all teeth. "I'm sure they don't mind."

Jimin materializes next to you in the kitchen like some kind of conflict-sensing angel, pretending to be interested in the coffee maker. You know he's checking if you're okay, which would be sweet if you weren't currently fantasizing about drowning Jungkook in vanilla coffee.

"I mind," Yeji announces flatly.

"No problem!" Irya chirps at the same time.

Yeji shoots her girlfriend an exasperated look, but Irya just settles more comfortably against her side. You're going to kill both of them.

"Who's the pink pony over here?" Jungkook nods at Irya, and you see Yeji's arm tighten around her shoulders, hackles practically visible.

"Touch her and die."

"Aww, babe." Irya pats Yeji's thigh. "I'm Irya, and this little black cat over here is my girlfriend Yeji." She points across the room. "That's Jimin."

Jungkook glances back at where you're now aggressively reorganizing coffee capsules, Jimin hovering uncertainly beside you. There's something in his expression you don't like, mouth opening to say god knows what—

"And the third roommate?" Yeji cuts in.

You're about to answer but Jungkook beats you to it. "Yoongi's not here."

"Working late," you add, just to be contrary. "You know, like an actual adult with a job?"

"Unlike some people," Yeji mutters.

You snort at her commentary, and you tune out Jungkook’s comeback. Instead your eyes flicker to Jimin, who’s scrolling through his phone, probably looking at pizza options, when—

"Yo Jim, come here." Jungkook waves him over. "Let me look at the menu."

You grab Jimin's arm before he can move, linking it with yours. "I'm choosing first, wait your damn turn."

Jungkook rises from the sofa with a click of his tongue. "Come on, I just wanna—"

"Did she fucking stutter?" Yeji snaps, and Jungkook actually blinks, like he's not used to being shut down that fast.

You turn back to Jimin's phone with maybe a bit too much satisfaction. "Okay, so what are we thinking?"

"They have this new quattro formaggi that's supposed to be good." Jimin tilts the screen so you can see better. "Or the classic margherita—"

"Boring," you mutter, scrolling past. "Oh, what about the spicy one? With the—"

"The calabrese?" He zooms in on the description. "Spicy salami, fresh basil..."

"That looks good." You're actually getting hungry now. "Maybe we could—"

A shadow falls over the phone as Jungkook appears in front of you like some kind of pizza-seeking missile. He peers over both your lowered heads, close enough that you can feel the heat from his chest, and you resist the urge to elbow him in the ribs.

"Have you two decided?" His breath hits your ear. "Because I—"

You're about to grab a fistful of his hair and yank him back to a respectable distance when he snatches Jimin's phone right out of his hands.

"What the fuck—" You start to reach for him, but Jimin catches your wrist.

"It's okay," he says quietly. "Don't worry about it."

Jungkook's already scrolling, completely unbothered. "Yo, what do you two want?" He nods at the couch without looking up.

"Hawaiian for me," Irya pipes up cheerfully. "Yeji wants the diavola, extra spicy."

Yeji just grumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "men" and turns on the TV.

"Cool, cool." Jungkook's still scrolling. "Phoenix, you getting the calabrese?"

"None of your business."

"Just trying to make sure we don't order the same thing." He glances up with that insufferable smirk. "Unless you want to share?"

"I'd rather eat glass."

"Okay, so that's a no on sharing." He's still scrolling through Jimin's phone like he owns it. "I'm thinking meat lovers."

"Of course you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"That you're basic as fuck."

"Says the one getting—" he squints at the screen "—spicy calabrese, like some—"

"Can you two shut up for five minutes?" Yeji snaps from the couch. "Some of us are trying to hear the TV."

"My bad," Jungkook says, not sounding sorry at all. He hands Jimin's phone back—finally—and stretches. "Alright, four pizzas ordered. Now we wait."

You watch him sprawl onto the armchair—the one he keeps arguing it’s his (it’s not?)—like he belongs there, and something about it sets your teeth on edge. The casual way he's inserted himself into your evening, how he's somehow charmed Irya into actual conversation, how he keeps looking at you when he thinks you're not paying attention.

"Whatever, man." You push away from the counter, desperate to get away from his presence for at least two minutes. "I'm gonna get into my PJs, I'll be back."

You head down the hall, your skin prickling like he's watching you go. Which he's not. Obviously. You're just on edge because he's being more insufferable than usual, getting all cozy with your friends like he has any right to—

"Yo, phoenix, wait." Jungkook's voice stops you. "Remember that thing with the landlord? The, uh, maintenance form?"

"What maintenance form?"

"You mentioned to Yoongi about the lock sticking, right?" He's already moving towards you with that easy confidence that makes you want to punch him. "Super's been bitching about proper documentation. Needs your signature since it's your door."

He keeps talking as he approaches, something about liability and repair schedules, and it sounds legitimate enough that you almost miss how he's gradually crowding your space. Almost miss how each step brings him closer until—

He reaches past you, hand brushing your hip as he turns the handle. The door barely has time to click shut before Jungkook’s on you, his whole body crowding into yours, ushering you backward so fast you stumble. Almost fall.

“Jesus—”

Your balance tips, but before you can catch yourself, his hands are already on you—grabbing, steadying, possessive. A solid chest against yours, broad palms locking around your wrists before you can shove him away.

He grins down at you, smirky, flushed, pupils blown. That lazy, cocky amusement dripping from his expression like he planned this. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Relax, Phoenix.” His grip tightens, pulling your wrists just slightly apart. “You’re fine.”

And then his mouth crashes onto yours.

Hard. Messy. Zero warning, zero hesitation. Just heat and teeth and tongue, urgent like he needs to shut you up.

You match him instantly, kissing back just as fiercely, nails curling into his shirt, yanking him closer. His hair is soft under your fingers, thick and dangerous, and you tug—just the way he likes it. Just the way that always makes him groan, makes him grab.

Which he does. Both hands drop to your ass, full palms, fingers digging in like he can’t help himself. A rough squeeze that pulls a breathy sound from your throat before you can stop it.

He chuckles, low and wrecked against your lips, hips rolling slow and deliberate against yours. 

“Fuck—” Another squeeze, his voice dropping. “You get all mouthy with me, and then you act surprised when you turn me on?”

Your stomach flips.

His mouth is still moving against yours, sharp and demanding, and fuck—you’re dizzy, heat curling low and deep.

You don’t realize he’s backing you up until your spine collides with the wardrobe.

You wince. “God, fuck—”

Jungkook barely lets you finish before his teeth graze your jaw, lips dragging lower—

No.

You shove at his chest, breath coming fast. “What is your problem?”

His smirk is instant, panting slightly, lips wrecked. The fucking look in his eyes—smoky, half-lidded, shamelessly pleased with himself.

“Mm?” He tilts his head, like he didn’t just grope the hell out of you. “What?”

“You can’t—” A sharp inhale. You straighten your shirt, glare sharp enough to cut. “My friends are here.”

He blinks. Shrugs. "So?"    

"So," you bite out, "we are not doing this."    

Jungkook just looks at you, like you’re speaking a foreign language. "Doing what?"    

"Don't." You level him with a flat stare.    

His head tilts, gaze dragging over you, slow and deliberate. "I just wanted to talk."    

"Talk," you repeat, incredulous.    

"Yeah." He plants a hand on the wardrobe beside your head. Not caging you in—just existing in your space, like he belongs there. "Privately."    

Jesus fuck.    

"Nope." You press your palms to his chest, feeling the heat of his skin through cotton. "Not happening."    

"Phoenix." His voice dips, lazy and smooth, like he’s humoring you. "I'll be quick."    

A disbelieving scoff. "Absolutely the fuck not."    

He laughs, quiet and amused, like this is funny to him.    

Of course it is. Of course it is.    

You shove at his chest again. "They don’t know about this, and they’re not going to know about this."    

His brows pull together, expression open, genuinely confused. "Why?"    

Oh, you could kill him.    

"Because," you grind out, "I don't need them speculating."    

"Speculating about what?"    

"About us, dumbass!"    

The words land—and then he snorts. He just, snorts. Like you just told him a funny joke he lowkey doesn’t want to laugh at. 

"Oh, fuck off," you snap.    

His grin lingers. "Nix. We fuck. That’s it. No one’s gonna think we’re picking out wedding invitations."    

You glare. "You're missing the point."    

"I really don't think I am."    

"Rogue." You exhale sharply. "I don’t want them in my business, okay?"    

He watches you for a beat, head tilted like he’s reading between the lines.    

Then he nods. Simple. Easy. "Okay."    

You blink. "Okay?"    

"Yeah?" He shrugs. "You don’t want them to know, they won’t know. It’s not that deep."    

Right. Not that deep.    

It shouldn’t be a relief—he’s only agreeing because he doesn’t care—but your shoulders still drop a fraction.    

"Good," you say.    

He hums, gaze flicking over your face, considering. "I mean, it’s not like you gotta tell them I’m your boyfriend or something. Just that we fuck sometimes. What’s wrong with that?"    

You scoff. "Everything is wrong with that, Jungkook."    

He raises an eyebrow. "Like what?"    

Like—god, where do you start?    

Like the fact that this is supposed to be contained, something that stays locked in this apartment and nowhere else. Like the fact that you need to be in control of it because if you’re not, it means it’s spiraling, and spiraling is—    

Not an option.    

He hums, considering. The vibration shivers over your skin. "Interesting."

The fuck does that mean?

You glare at him. "What?"

"Nothing." But there's a glint in his eye you don't like. Knowing. Assessing. "Just seems like you're overthinking it."

"I'm not—"

"Ashamed?" His head tilts. "Embarrassed?"

Heat crawls up your neck. "Fuck you."

"I mean." A slow drag of his gaze, head to toe and back again. "If you insist..."

Oh my god. 

Your foot connects with his shin. Hard. He grunts, flinching back. Good.

"Touch me again," you growl, "and you lose your dick."

 He holds up his hands. The picture of innocence. "Message received."

"Is it?" You cross your arms. Narrow your eyes. "Because it seems like you're having trouble understanding basic fucking boundaries."

"Nah, I get it." But there's a wicked glint in his eye, and oh, that can't be good. "No telling your friends about all the filthy things we do."

"There is no we.” You jab a finger at his chest. "No us."

A slow nod. "Right."

"I mean it, Rogue." You hold his gaze, unflinching. "This?" A sharp gesture between your bodies. "Doesn't leave this apartment."

"Mm." His tongue swipes over his bottom lip. Deliberate. Obscene. "So I shouldn't mention how you like it when I—"

Your hand clamps over his mouth, muffling his words. "Finish that sentence and die."

He grins against your palm, wholly unrepentant. Bastard.

You drop your hand. Take a step back. "I'm serious, Ry."

"Oh, I know." But there's a curl to his lips you don't trust. Not one bit.

"Do you?" You cross your arms. "Because it sounds like you're angling for a free pass to run your mouth."

"Nah." He mirrors your posture, arms folding over his chest. “Just getting a feel for the rules."

Right. Sure. "The rules are simple." You hold up a finger. "Rule one: no one knows we're fucking."

A nod. "Easy enough."

"Rule two," you continue, "if anyone asks, we're just roommates."

"Uh-huh." His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek. Considering. "That all?"

Wariness prickles up your spine. "Why?"

A shrug. Too casual. "No reason."

Bullshit.

You shake your head. "Just—forget it. Are we done here?"    

Jungkook watches you for another long second.  

Then he nods. "Yeah, we're done."  

He turns, already reaching for the doorknob, when—  

"Oh." A pause. Like he just remembered something. "And just so we're clear—this isn’t exclusive, right?"  

You blink. "What?"  

He glances back, expression easy. Casual. "Like, I can fuck other people. That cool with you?"  

A laugh bursts out of you. Short. Sharp. "Why the fuck would I care?"  

His mouth twitches. "Dunno. Just making sure."  

"Well, consider it confirmed." You fold your arms. "Do whatever the fuck you want, just—"  

He lifts his brows. "Just?"  

"Don’t give me an STD." You level him with a flat look. 

He snorts. "Noted." A beat. Then, amused— "You want test results?"  

"Oh, fuck off, Rogue."  

"Just offering, Phoenix." His smirk lingers for half a second before his expression smooths out. "So, rule number three, then."

You narrow your eyes. "Rule what?"

"Rules." He gestures between you. "One: no one knows. Two: if they ask, we're just roommates." A pause. "Three: no feelings."

Something in his voice shifts, something light but pointed, like he's not saying it just for your benefit.

You scoff. "Yeah, no shit."

He nods once, satisfied. "Cool."

And then he's gone, door clicking shut behind him like the whole thing never happened.

The air in the room is suddenly too thick.  

You exhale sharply, back hitting the wardrobe, and press your palms over your face.  

God damn him.  

Not just for being an insufferable pain in your ass, but for being right. Because logically, there's no reason to keep this a secret—he's not your boyfriend, he's just your roommate who happens to fuck you sometimes. It's not a big deal. It's not anything.

But something in you rebels at the thought of anyone knowing. Of having to explain yourself, to justify your choices. You've had enough of that to last a lifetime, enough of measuring every decision against someone else's expectations. Enough of being told what you should want, what you should do, who you should be.

This thing with Jungkook? It's yours. Messy and stupid and probably a horrible idea, but it's yours. The one thing in your life that nobody gets to have an opinion about, that nobody gets to control but you. 

And maybe that's fucked up. Maybe normal people don't feel this desperate need to keep parts of themselves hidden, to maintain this iron grip on every aspect of their lives. Maybe they don't lie awake at night planning escape routes from their own decisions.

But you've never been very good at normal, have you?

You straighten, smooth your shirt, school your face into something neutral.  

Then you open the door, step back into the living room, and pretend like your world isn’t tilting.

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[forwoonnagi]

Heartbreak girl

Trope: friends to lovers

Pairing: Taesan x reader

Synopsis: Taesan’s tired of seeing y/n crying due to her stupid boyfriend. He's also tired of being just y/n’s “best friend”, he wanted to be more.

Author's note: inspired by the song “Heartbreak girl - 5 seconds of summer".Haven't written in so long so bare with me yall HAHAH <33

warnings: bad grammar </3 

 “You call me up

   It's like a broken record

   Saying that your heart hurts

   That you'll never get over him getting over you “

It was 10:54 pm and Taesan was just in his room listening to “I don't love you” by MCR. It was quiet in Taesans room. It wasn't unusual but it was too quiet..He missed the sound of her laugh..her voice..her in general. That girl was his best friend, Y/n L/n. His friends would tell him to make a move but he couldn't. Especially since she had a boyfriend. He let his mind wander randomly till it was interrupted by a vibrating sound that stopped his music.

“Y/nie calling..”   

Taesan would usually ignore calls and messages but Y/n was an exception. He sat properly and cleared his throat before answering. He felt nervous..was it because he was just thinking about her few minutes ago?

“y/n?”

“Taesan..we fought again.”

Taesan never liked Y/n's boyfriend. Not because he was taking Y/n from him but because he was a jerk. He would break up with Y/n then get into a new relationship then after a month or so he would go back crawling to Y/n. The problem was, Y/n always goes back to him..

“What happened..are you okay?”

“He said I was being obsessive because I wanted to be with him..He said he was hanging out with Maya later..”

“Then I found out they were going out on a date..again.”

“Y/n..I told you to stop going back to him..You guys always fight then break up then get back together..aren't you sick of him?”

Taesan’s heart clenched as he can hear Y/n crying through the phone.

“And you end up crying

And I end up lying

'Cause I'm just a sucker for anything that you do”

“Try not going back to him Y/nie..Just this time please..”

It was quiet for a while. Which felt like an hour to Taesan.

“Uhm..When's your band performing again?”

Right..Taesan had a performance this friday.. Taesan loves music. He played,listened,made,danced to music. It's like Taesan can't function without it.

“Uh, this Friday, Why?”

“Can I be your date for it?..Justin was supposed to be my date but he canceled at the last minute and is taking Maya instead..”

Every year we have festival day. Where all students go to school on a Saturday and go to the festival where clubs have small booths where you can sign up or try. Then every night there would be performances like dance shows, theater, musicals and bands. This year Taesans band was lucky enough to be one of the students performing. The seniors had to bring a date to the night show. Where there would be   photobooths, stargazing, confession walls and kissing booths. 

“Hello? Taesan, are you there?”

Taesan was zoned out. He was shocked that Y/n..His Y/n.. was asking him to be her date to the night show. That was his chance to win her. To show her that he's better.

“Uh yeah sure. I'll pick you up at 4:40pm?”

“Okay! Can I watch you practice tomorrow? Or is it a secret~”

“Sure you can watch. We're gonna practice after classes till like 6. Is that okay?”

“Yup! Good night, Taesanie! See you” 

Omg.. Taesans' world was suddenly coming together..

Authors note: SO THIS IS VERY SHORT BUT ILL MAKE PT2 HOPEFULLY THIS WEEK <33

[cloudcontrol]

R&R

Her head was pillowed against a massive hand. As her vision came into focus she saw Halsin looming above her, supporting half her body in one arm.

'Wh-?' she tried. When she shifted just slightly, waves of black crashed through her head, sending spots into her eyes.

'Be still. You took quite the nasty injury in the field, Doe.'

'M'fine,' she said automatically. Halsin shook his head at her, grinning in exasperation.

'You will be fine. But for now you must wait until the potion is ready.' He gestured to a small cauldron bubbling over the fire. It smelled of green herbs, honey, and something bitter. He shifted into a more comfortable position on the forest floor and cradled her gently. 'Gale tells me you decided to be heroic and take on a beast twice your size. When will you learn, sweet bunny? You're fragile.'

'Am not,' she said, indignant. 'I had it in hand, actually. If Astarion hadn't decided to taunt it, I would have-'

'Shhh,' he said. 'Your heart is racing. Deep breath now.'

She took one, begrudgingly. The thunder of his heart under her ear was soothing. 'Will I be alright to go back into the field?'

'Not yet,' he said sternly. 'I cleaned and wrapped your wounds but even with the potion you are not going to be in any fit state to fight. You'll stay with me if you don't mind, so I can keep an eye on you.'

He shifted to dunk a wooden cup into the concoction. 'Be careful,' he said. 'Small sips.'

'C'mon, Halsin. I'm not a child.'

'No,' he agreed, tipping the cup to her lips, 'but you are impulsive, and you do need care. If you won't give it to yourself, allow me.' His eyes sparkled with mischief. 'Or else.'

'Or else what?' She sipped at the potion, making a face. 'Ugh.'

'You can never resist a challenge,' he said. 'You can endure my company. I dare you.'

The warmth of the potion suffused her, and she felt the wooziness lift. She struggled to sit up, and Halsin shook his head, pressing her back with gentle fingers on her stomach. 'Halsin,' she groused. 'I'm fine now. Lemme up.'

'I think not. I decide when you get to run back into danger. Stay still.'

'Ugh. You're no fun.'

His brows shot up in half amused shock. 'Take it back.'

'No.'

'I'm warning you, cub,' he said lowly. 'You're testing my patience.'

She shifted again. Deliberate, this time. He sighed, long suffering, and let his fingers dance over the sliver of skin at her midriff. Doe shrieked, erupting into giggles. 'Hey! No, st- sto- hahah- stop it!'

'No,' he smirked down at her. 'Laughter is the best medicine, so they say. I believe kisses are a close second.'

She laughed as he continued his gentle torture, bringing his lips to hers and smiling into the kiss. She grabbed his wrists as he pulled away, stilling his hands. 'Has it occurred to you,' she said, lacing their fingers, 'that maybe I run into danger so you'll take care of me after?'

'If you want me to dote on you, you only have to ask, my heart.'

'Ah but you know me by now. I love a thrill.'

His teeth seemed a little sharper when he smiled, this time. 'Mhm. Recuperation,' he said firmly. 'You're going to rest. Then you can have fun. One day is all I ask. Alright?'

'You just want to cuddle.'

'When don't I?'

'Hm. Fine.'

He stroked her hair, pressing a kiss to her forehead. 'Good. I expect you to keep your word.'

'Sure, daddy Halsin,' she quipped. For the briefest moment, his eyes flashed an unnatural green. 'I'll do exactly as you say.'

His laugh was low, almost a growl as they settled. 'I'll remember that.'

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[cerenityserenitea]

Pairing: Adam Warlock x Peter Jason Quill

Theme: Good Luck Babe.

Summary: The what if scenario when Peter Quill gets married to Kitty Pryde. They're having a big grand wedding on Spartax and Peter sees a familiar face in the crowd, Adam Warlock.

A/N: I made this while being overly shocked that Quill proposed so fast to Kitty Pryde after her sacrificing herself to become a cosmic being then finding out the two never even marry.

A big grand wedding on Spartax. Hearing the bells ring, guests and citizens greeting them with congratulations. Peter Quill is now officially the king of Spartax and with Kitty by his side, the whole king ruling over a whole planet should be easier.

His closest friends were in the ceremony. He could see some familiar faces. Gamora, Drax, Groot, Rocket, Mantis and....

A face he hasn't seen in a millenia. His heart lurches when he sees that golden blonde hair and greek god sculpted face and suddenly. He feels the weird feeling bubble up inside him when he looks at him. So he looks away.

Pretending it's just a flunk. A feeling. He probably just missed his old buddy Adam right?

Later at the wedding. It went smoothly and all was right. They eventually went to the after party of the wedding. It was something more casual to get the formality off. Despite the growing pit in Quill's stomach.

Kitty sees his face, she could tell he was thinking about something and he was thinking hard, staring out into the crowd of their friends. She gently laid a hand on his shoulder for comfort. "Hey, Peter...You okay honey?" She whispered as she leaned close.

Peter snapped out of his daze and looks at Kitty, a bit shook that she there suddenly. Furrowing his eyebrows nervously. "Yeah I'm fine babe, totally cool. Was just thinking." He looked back into the crowd.

She then spots at who he was looking at. Golden man dressed in a suit and long red cape. "Who is that?" She didn't recognize the man but apparently he was close with the Guardians of the Galaxy members. Talking and chatting with them like old friends.

"Oh that's Adam Warlock, he's an old friend of mine. We go way back. It's just that I haven't seen him in a long time since...well he died." Peter said a little sad. Like his saliva got struck in his throat.

"He died?"

"Yeah he does that a lot really. But he always comes back. Usually when the universe need him the most I guess." Peter shrugged with a chuckle as if reminiscing an old memory.

"So are you going to catch up with him? I'm sure you two would wanna reconnect right? Come on now Peter." Kitty smiled gently and pats Quill's back for encouragement.

"Hahah yeah....but he's probably to busy right now talking to the others." Peter dimissed Kitty's suggestion. Without noticing a certain golden man approaching him and Kitty getting dragged away by her girl friends to try out the bar they had.

Eventually Peter had to meet his demise. The golden man himself, standing there surprisingly dressed for the occasion. Gamora probably had to do something with it.

"Peter Quill, congratulations on your coupling, my friend." Adam's voice was smooth and silky. Just as how Quill remembered it.

"Adam! I'm glad you could make it. I didn't know you were out of that cocoon of yours so soon." Quill smiled, it felt a little forced but hey he was doing his best. His heart felt like it was about to leap right out of his chest while being crushed by 10 ton force.

"That's right. I was out of it for awhile now. Not until the Gaurdians found me and told me to come stop by to see the grand occasion." Adam hummed, his hand swirling around the terran wine in his hands as he stared deeply into the swirling vortex.

"That's great buddy."

"I'm glad you have found happiness in your life Peter Quill. You should cherish it." Adam says as he nods his head approvingly and turns to walk back into the crowd. Something in Quill was screaming at him to reach. He wanted to say something to Adam. He didn't know what but he wanted to tell him.

"Wait Adam-" Quill's voice quivered slightly.

"Yes Starlord?"

Ouch that sounded a bit cold...

"I missed you...buddy..."

He could see a faint smile but it felt a bit distant coming from Warlock.

"I missed you too Peter Quill..."

The golden man then disappeared into the crowd of the after party.

[leclsrc]

hi auds!! it's my birthday today ;) i never send reqs i know you get a whole ton of them but if you ever got around to this- i think the f1 fic world has a very worrying lack of aus. so could i get a band!charles au drabble where he writes a song about reader and she hears it on the radio? any song you like. reader could be driver or something or connected to f1 if thats cool !!! thank you sm!! i love you

knee socks – cl16

There’s a certain inevitability that comes with having sex with a misaligned, conceited lead guitarist of a band. You aren’t aware of this fact until it hits you in-between your brows with the force of an 18-wheeler truck, at 8AM, through the radio in your car.

genre: drabble... lots of smutty allusions

auds here... happy birthday anon, one month and then some later! to be completely honest i almost deleted this... but through some twist of fate, it was the only thing i could bully into completion lol (aside frm long form fics that i'm still working on) this is 1000% for u and i hope u accept it as a belated bday gift :) i agree btw! id love to see more au fics but it is still nice reading the canon compliant type ones hahah. also the song in this and its and title is of course from this

It was surprising enough to hear an announcement of a new single by The Incident, one that seemingly sprouted out of nowhere, sans promotion. The morning BBC show clobbered the song with theories before finally letting the drawled-out, sticky guitar filter through and into your car. That in itself was odd, sure. Maybe shocking a little. But you leaned into the leather seat and remained quiet.

When you were fifteen, you were convinced the lyrics to Hall & Oates’ “Rich Girl�� pinned up perfectly to your (insufferable) personality of the time. Raised in a big family and working in a career of refined prestige, your budding skill and already-cemented name in the modeling industry were just two small indicators of your parents’ massive wealth. Of course, neither Hall nor Oates were actually sitting and writing songs and singing about you—you just found it made sense in one way or another.

That was three years before you met Charles three years ago, at a pub in Soho. His band had only just spilled out of the confines of Soundcloud and seedy managers; they’d broken five million monthly listeners and the throng of people were there to watch them live. You were at the pub for a pint with another friend and left him with your number, a slip of paper tinged with beer; he fished out the nearest surface you could write on from a nearby bowl. Do I Wanna Know? it read in rushed cursive. It was a song request that went unfulfilled.

Rumors flew in your circle. Your father soured at the idea of you seeing somebody he wasn’t actively doing business with, but he failed to realize how limited your dating pool would be if you followed his wishes. Your interactions with the Formula One men he sponsored or worked with, however few and far between, were rancid and impolite. The drivers wore expensive brands, ones that didn’t even fall familiar on people’s ears, but refused to tip beyond three pounds. It came as both a shock and no surprise that the nouveau rich rock singer treated you with more decency than any of them did.

He was shy about it first, knowing how filthy rich you were. He made jokes about how his flat could fit in your kitchen twice over. He spoke what little French he remembered from childhood to impress you, paid for takeout, wore Lacoste when he came over to drink—then fuck—because it was, at the time, the most decent brand he owned. It’d been January when he came over, caught a sight of you at the foyer with all your expensive coats hung up. Your tongue was blue with a lozenge. It was the only thing he could look at while fucking you.

He wore a light blue variant once, fit and snug on him. You wrestled it off him in-between hot, sweet kisses, kept it on your bed so it’d be the first thing you tugged on in the morning before a shoot for a brand you can no longer place.

The last time you saw him he’d shown you lyrics, sang them aloud, drummed the beat he thought of on the skin of your thigh. His accent disappeared into rasp and notes. You told him to perform it live and he fucked you splayed up against your door, bent over your counter, then with your knees pressed to your chest on your white sheets, warm from the laundry. S’good for me, aren’t you, princess? All for me. My filthy girl.

Two hours later: I’m going on tour, sweetheart, he’d said while he cleaned you up.

’Til? Or… like, for long? Naked, you wrapped your blanket around your frame.

Ah, oui. For a while. 

You failed to answer amicably, your eyebrows twisting. You didn’t think to tell me? Just up and leave then? No number, no text, no announcement, just— You exhaled tightly. You knew he didn’t owe you anything of the sort; the sex, you guessed, the company had been so good you’d deluded yourself into thinking so.

Kitten—

Don’t call me that, you huffed, angrier now. Petulant. You got up and crowded him ’til you got to the door. Get the fuck out.

You watched him leave, brown leather jacket and black tee disappearing into London, and wrenched memories of him from the depths of your brain, the two years of your back and forth rendezvous. You wondered why you didn’t get a song in that time, after his ascent to fame, after the release of other hit singles inspired by his bandmates’ gossip rags and measly shags.

So a year later, when the memories have just begun to purge themselves—when the lyrics, which already have sent a swoop through your stomach, progress into the line When you walked around your house wearin' my sky blue Lacoste… and your knee socks, you effectively choke on your a.m. cappucino. It’s like “Rich Girl” all over again, but this is overt, it’s targeted. Like whoever wrote it must’ve known you’d be listening right now, en route to a shoot at eight in the morning.

“All good, miss?” Ed, your chauffeur, meets your eyes in the rearview, concerned.

“Perf—” your voice cracks. “Perfect.”

You screw your eyes shut and try to collect yourself, zeroing in on the lyrics that’d been foggy before.

Curing his January blues—the month you two started sleeping together.The fact that he’d had your number, a famous stranger, before you had his. Every beat, every word, every deep-voiced lyric traces back to you (unless, of course, he’s busying himself shagging any other girl in London on rainy Tuesdays and letting her wear his now-old polos. The thought sends a pang of jealousy through you.)

But you know better. You know you’re the only one.

Because your phone’s the only one buzzing late into the damp night—when the zeroes line up on the clock by your bed, the one he fixed up for you—with a number you’ve removed the name of, blocked at some point, but can still memorize in his absence.

Maybe tonight you’ll pick up.

[live-laugh-lenney]

Hey babe ❤️❤️

Genuinely obsessed with your writing!!!!

Could you do george as a new dad, like the first meeting his baby girl, family introductions, then like going home from the hospital and just like general life after having george’s baby girl. thankyouuuuu ❤️❤️

you guys really love the trope of girl-dad!george, huh? i think this is the most requested in my inbox atm, hahah. i have no complaints though! i love the idea myself. :'))

every bump hurt.

every jostle was painful.

every turn made her ache.

but it was all worth the aches and the pains knowing that they were almost back home from the hospital, almost starting their journey as parents without any extended help from the doctors and midwives they had been graced with for the last couple of days. their little girl snoozing in her carrier as yn sat in the back of the car, completely in love and unable to tear her eyes away from her cute button nose and the soft tufts of brunette hair on top of her head.

"this guy behind, he may as well sit in my boot. at least take me out to dinner first."

"go a little faster then. it is thirty down this road, george," yn informs him, taking her eyes from the baby to see him shaking his head at her and glancing at her in the rear-view mirror, "babe-"

"we have precious cargo in the back, yn. i'm not going over twenty."

"i know but she's safe. you're a safe driver. i think we'll be okay. home is only round the corner."

"i know but-"

at that moment, the car that was behind george had chosen to over-take them and george just rolled his eyes at them and continued on his slow drive down the road as they let a string of profanities fall off their tongue... silently, obviously, because the windows were up and, honestly, neither of them cared what the guy had to say.

"what a tosser."

"language!" george squawked out loudly, before clasping his hand over his mouth in shock at the volume and yn snickers softly as he takes a glance in the mirror to see if he disrupted his baby's snooze, "goodness me, you have a foul mouth."

"at this rate, we'll be bringing our second baby home by the time we get back to our flat."

and when they arrive back at their flat, he's so careful.

he has the baby carrier hanging from his arm with their snoozing little lady laid up inside, tucked into the crook of his elbow, but he was also carrying the baby bag over his shoulder because he didn't want her to carry anything heavy or do anything too strenuous in case she injured herself - she had just given birth and it was the least he could do. all yn had to do was open the front door to their flat and take things as slowly as she needed to.

he makes her a cup of tea, has a plate of biscuits set up on the living room coffee table, makes sure a blanket and plenty of pillows are in arm's reach so she didn't need to move or get up to make herself a bit more comfortable. and they enjoy their newfound life of being a mum and a dad to a baby.

"the boys are wondering if they can pop by."

yn looks up from her phone and over at george, who's stretched out on the sofa with their little girl flat against his chest, his eyes closed in content with a hand flat against her back, fingers drawing soft and delicate circles into the baby's back.

"do you want them to come by?"

"it would be nice to see them," yn smiles softly, "we've had a couple of hours to ourselves, had a little snooze. i think they're itching to meet her."

"only if you're up for it," he opens his eyes and looks at her, slowly sitting himself up to not jostle the baby on his chest, "they won't be here for long, right?"

she shakes her head.

"no, no. mister television messaged me. asked if he and chris could come down with some presents now they know where back home," yn explains and george nods softly, "an hour or so?"

george hums along in agreement and closes his eyes again, getting in as much peace and quiet as he could before his friends turned up in their home, his eyes aching from how sleep deprived he was slowly starting to feel having been up most of the night as they welcomed their baby into the world in the early hours.

and when they turn up, they're so quiet.

quieter than they had ever been.

chris greets yn first, hugging her gently and pressing a kiss against her cheek, a basket in his hand full of soft cuddly toys and some baby necessities that they could never have too much of.

"hello, you," he whispers softly, "congratulations."

"thank you, christopher," she hums back, releasing her arms from his body and letting him into the house, "george has her on the sofa if you want to go in and see her."

"it's crazy thinking george is a dad now," he admits, with arthur hot on his heels as he steps foot into the house, letting yn close the door behind him, "is he sleeping?"

yn shakes her head, "he's just laying down, eyes closed, but he's not asleep," and she allows arthur to bring her in for a hug, also pressing a kiss to her cheek as he states his congratulations, timidly walking in a little further with his own gift bag hanging from his fingers.

and it's the sweetest thing to see their friends meet their new baby who was going to be so loved and cared for by so many people in her life. watching as george placed his daughter in chris' arms, eyes so trained on the little baby, tiny fingers gripping on his fingers as he lets her cosy into the crook of his arm.

"she's so tiny," chris whispers, "i'm scared i'm going to break her."

"this is the first time george has let go of her since she's been in the world," yn snickers softly and george comes to stand beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into his side, "she's going to be such a daddy's girl, i can tell."

"she's going to have so much love thrown her way," arthur says from where he was sat in the living room, "she's got so many people who are so excited to see her, to meet her, to watch her grow up."

"given how you guys were when i was pregnant, she's got three extra dad's with how much you guys are going to spoil her," yn laughs softly and george rolls his eyes dramatically, a laugh rolling off his tongue, "i think she's very lucky. to have such a good support system around her already."

"you've got daddy who watches her every move but then you've got the cool uncles who will let her get away with murder," arthur grins cheekily at george and the man flips him off with a middle finger, "hey! i'm just saying, we'll be the ones taking her out when she's able to drink and party."

"let's not think about that, yeah? she's less than twenty-four hours old, i don't want to think about her being eighteen," george informs them and watches as chris carefully passes the baby over to arthur, "be careful with her, television."

"i've had baby siblings, pal. i think i've got this," arthur smiles softly and his eyes widen as the baby starts to sniffle and wake up, her eyes trained on the man above her, "hello, little one."

they're there for an hour, having sipped on cups of tea and nibbled on biscuits, talking about the birth and the labour and how george had been in her time of need and it was a sweet moment where no jokes were shared or silly stories where told. it was just them, having a proper and civilised conversation, interest being solely on herself and george and their new baby.

when they leave, and it's just the two of them, they couldn't have been more excited yet nervous about being left alone for the first night. they set their little girl down in the bassinet connected to her side of the bed, tucking themselves into bed, making sure they had everything in their bedroom to make a midnight feed much easier for them to do.

"mum and dad are only down the road in the hotel, they just got there so," george yawns and stretches out down the bed, "if we need them, i'm sure they'll come by."

"i know," yn smiles tiredly, situating herself on the bed and laying down comfortably, "mum and dad are coming by tomorrow. although mum said she has her phone on loud if i need her through the night."

"we've got this," he looks at her and presses a kiss to her lips, "it's us three now." xx

[celestemona]

The kids (late teens/young adults) bring back their first boyfriend/girlfriend. How would the parents react?

Sorry Ren, no Kiyomi for the time being.

You'll be surprised by what I'll say now but Ren and Kiyomi are each other's firsts as Zahra and Hakim are

In this case, because Zahkim have been friends since they were children and are very attached to each other, it wasn't a total surprise to their family and friends when they started dating. In fact, it was quite natural! 💗 There were many congratulations, bets (Aryan, Isaar, Zahra's mother, and Sethos,) and ofc some cries, threats, and denying coming from Kaveh but generally nothing too extravagant!

Now, if you'll allow me to say, Princess Kaedehara received many courtships and confessions throughout her adolescence and beyond—there were even some brave hearts who dared to ask Kazuha for his blessing to ask for his daughter's hand in marriage (which he not so kindly denied). She is more interested in her own stuff than in matters related to the heart, y'know? 🤷🏽‍♀️

When she finally gave Ren a chance, you can imagine the shock that set in for everyone lol. Kazuha had always felt that Ren's feelings for his daughter were genuine, so he wasn't surprised, but still slightly taken aback because of her answer. Now both Mama!Reader and Ren would be genuinely surprised. Ren would be a step to faint, and Mrs. Kaedehara would be flabbergasted because her stubborn daughter had finally given in 😂

On the other hand, Heizou would congratulate Ren for the two decades of chasing his girl, and his mom would be dearly worried for Kiyomi's well-being from that moment. She knows how hard is to handle a Shikanoin hahah (but clearly happy for her son, too!).

Oh, and yes! Ren was also flirtatious and flirted with some girls in the places he used to go with his friends, but well… the heart knows what it wants, right?

I'd say that Cameron, Corinne, Haruki, Éveline, and Aryan will take a long time to introduce their respective partners… 💭 Cameron because he is always at the fortress, Éveline because she is quite introspective, Aryan because he's way more unapproachable than his twin. Parents here, mostly mothers, like to joke when they're gonna meet their in-laws tho hehehe. Boys get flustered so easy~

I'm sure Kazumi is quite the heartthrob 💔 his parents will only meet his future partner when he knows that they're the ideal person. Same thing with Hayato, although he is less of a flirt than his friend but more charming (?) Like father, like son.

During his school days, Isaar took a girl he was dating to dinner with his family. They all got along well and the dinner was great despite Cyno's horrible jokes <3

Quentin is too busy being in love with his best friend's mother sorry 😭😂 Lyney laughed so hard when he found out about it HELP! His son is quite the character but he also feels sorry for Quentin because he knows that is never happening lmao

[zorosjuicymelonsx]

Finding You

A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter :D

I plan to post the chapters out minimum once a week but since I had this ready I thought why not XD

Chapter Two Previous Next

The silence surrounding the crew sat in an ever growing bubble of dense shock and suspense. No one could fathom the news, it was too hard to digest for anyone including the swordsman in question. However, after a few still moments, the bubble popped and unanimous deep breaths were taken before the shouts of shock were released. 

“WHAT??”

You looked over to see Luffy laughing, the majority of the crew's jaws were still dropped practically to the floor including a skeleton fellow you weren’t sure was real or not. As for Sanji, taking the news to the core of his soul, he dropped to his knees going through the five stages of grief. 

“HUSBAND??” Sanji screamed, crumbling further into the floor trying to figure out how the marimo had a wife before him. 

“I am not your husband lady, I don’t even know who you are.” Zoro stated, you turned your head back to him, hurt evident on your face. You let go of the swordsman and made your way to your backpack, opening it and pulling out a document. You made your way back to Zoro and lifted the paper in front of him. 

“You are too, this is our marriage certificate you signed a few years ago. See?” Zoro suspiciously eyed you before hesitantly taking the document from you. He read over it, seeing the signatures at the bottom and recognising his own. He sighed, looking back up at you with doubt etched on his face.

“How do I know you didn’t forge this?” Zoro questioned, you scoffed and laughed out loud at the accusation as you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Do you really think I would go through all this effort for one man just to forge this?” You questioned back. As he was about to defend his point, Nami had heard enough and decided to take matters into her own hands. 

“Hi I’m Nami, would you mind if I take a look at this? I’m pretty sure I can authenticate this.” Nami offered, you smiled and nodded as you took the document from Zoro and handed it to her. A quiet thank you from Nami was the last thing heard for a few minutes as she examined the document, looking over for any forgeries. 

“This…this is real Zoro.” Nami sighed as she confirmed, you smiled as you looked back at Zoro who was looking at Nami concerned before taking the document back from her to look over it more. 

“Oi Zoro, how do you not know your own wife? Did you get lost and forget?” Usopp jokingly laughed out, the others now gathered around Zoro to look at the marriage certificate. 

“I can even see this has a stamp from Shimotsuki village at the top.” Robin added, curiosity built in her by what the story could be behind you two.

“Bro congratulations, that's SUPER cool! The first one of us to get hitched.” Franky said, his hand landed on Zoro's shoulder and gave a friendly squeeze as the others now started to congratulate as well seeing the blush bloom on the swordsman's face. The crew decided to start introducing themselves one by one. 

You smiled at them all and attentively listened to each of the members, content that Zoro had made great friends. However nothing had prepared you for Luffy’s interesting personality as you noticed at the corner of your eye, the hole in the floor was still open but now occupied Luffy's head stretching out into the hole. You turned to gape at him, the crew turned to look at the captain but were unphased by his actions turning back to you.

“Wow this feels weird hahah, did you leave any food behind in here Y/N?” Luffy's voice echoed through the hole, Nami rolled her eyes and walked up to Luffy to pull his neck and get his head out of the hole. Nami gave a stern ‘behave’ look at Luffy but he just shrugged and laughed.

“Oops, forgot about that. I should really close that now.” You made your way over to the hole, reaching your hand out and a small white light came out of your palm. The hole had started to shrink out of existence, the crew in awe as they watched you close the hole and the floor of their ship returned to normal. Zoro would never admit that he was impressed. 

“That was AWESOME! How did you do that?!” Luffy asked, you were flattered at the compliment and began to giggle. 

“I ate the Tele-Tele no mi fruit which allows me to travel around the world through the holes I create”.

“Oh it's like that Branch lady who could travel through mirrors.” Luffy awed out, you politely nodded, not familiar with that particular devil fruit. 

“I’ve spent almost two years looking for Zoro, it was hard to find him but I’m here now.” You lovingly looked back at Zoro. Zoro merely rolled his eye at you at your confession.

“Do you want to join our crew?” Luffy put the invitation out there, your eyes widened and nodded excitedly at the offer. Zoro froze and finally stepped forward to stand next to you as he had enough. 

“Luffy, there is no way your letting her on-” 

“She's your wife, she's one of us by default and her ability is super cool. Can you take people with you through these holes?” Luffy questioned, clearly first in line to try this out of the crew. 

“I can take people with me but the disadvantage of my ability is it takes a lot of energy out of me so I limit its use to once a day. I’d be happy to use it with you sometime if you like Luffy?” You clarified, Luffy nodded and elongated his arms to wrap his arms around you in a hug. You didn’t question why his arms stretched out like rubber, deciding later would be best to ask about it. 

“We got ourselves a new crew member, guys let's have a party to celebrate Y/N.” Luffy announced, the crew cheered to the announcement. 

“I’ll make arrangements to have a room setup for the couple, I’ll make it SUPER cosy.” Franky announced, making his way to his workshop to get started. Zoro choked on nothing, about to protest but couldn’t find his voice. He couldn’t take much more of this and decided to walk away from everyone. 

“Franky, could you also make Y/N her own bed to have put in the girls room please incase Zoro messes things up with her.” Nami asked, Franky lifting his hand up to show a thumbs up and disappeared downstairs. 

The crew began to disperse, you turned around to find Zoro again only to see he’s disappeared. Your heart ached and you really couldn’t figure out why he had forgotten you already. 

'Maybe father was right..maybe he didn’t want me anymore.' 

“Finally another woman on this ship. Y/N, let's get you set up with us in the girls dorm and freshen up, you must be tired from your journey.” Nami wrapped her arm around yours, Robin taking your backpack from the floor as you three walked towards the dorm. However, Nami abruptly stopped and turned her head to Sanji. 

“Sanji…if you don’t knock it off right now, I’m going to beat the crap out of you.” Nami threatened the cook, you were taken aback at the sudden switch. Nami turned to smile at you sweetly before taking you to the dorm. You smiled back, making a mental note never to get on Nami’s bad side. Reluctantly, Sanji stood up, sticking his hands in his pockets as he muttered curses at Zoro, making his way to the kitchen to start preparing for the party.

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As the evening twilight set, the Straw Hats were gathering for one of their famous parties. The deck was set up with fairy lights, tables of sides and other snacks Sanji had lovingly prepared and an abundance of booze and other drinks. Lawn chairs were placed around a BBQ pit in a bonfire-like setting. Sanji had Franky manning the grill of meats sizzling away whilst he glazed the meat with his top-secret sauce. At the same time he was brushing the sauce, he kept his left leg propped on Luffy's chest to keep him away, he could swear he felt his captain's drool roll down his ankle.

You walked out onto the deck with Nami and Robin by your side, you were dressed in a comfortable pink sundress Robin had kindly lent you that elegantly flowed and hugged you in all the right ways. Your hair styled down and light makeup painted your face. You were nervous, you didn’t do great with being in the spotlight but you were grateful you had Nami and Robin on your side. In the few hours you spent resting and getting ready with them, they made you feel like you had known them your whole life. 

You gazed around in awe at the party setup and could see everyone was there except for Zoro. Robin noticed your change in demeanor, taking your hand in hers to gently squeeze it with reassurance.  

“Don’t take it personally, our swordsman has a hard time dealing with his emotions.” Robin whispered quietly into your ear. You nodded, knowing Zoro was not the most expressive but couldn’t help but feel guilty considering how he reacted to you earlier. You hadn’t expected the reunion to turn out like this. 

“Y/N, let's sit over here.” Nami pointed at the chairs in the corner, you smiled at her and walked over where all three of you had now officially sat and joined the others. To your right, you had Nami, Luffy, Jinbe, Chopper and Brook. To your left, Robin, Usopp and a few empty chairs that you guessed were for Sanji, Franky and Zoro. As you sat in your chair, Sanji turned away from the BBQ to kneel in front of you, picking up your hand in the process. 

“Y/N, I would like to apologise for my behaviour earlier. No lady as lovely as you should have had to witness that.” Sanji said to you as he kissed the top of your hand, you could hear guilt laced in his voice.

“Don’t worry about it Sanji, you must be very close to Zoro. Anyone would react that way if their best friend held information like this from them.” You smiled. Hearing your words, Sanji's right eye had almost popped out of its socket, his forehead vein bulged out, sputtering incomprehensible words while the others roared in laughter. You gave a nervous laugh, gently taking your hand back and looking around at everyone confused by why they were laughing at him. 

“Best friends?? You’re hilarious Y/N.” Usopp managed to say out loud as he laughed, holding his stomach to try and control himself from falling off his chair.

“Am I missing something Nami?” You quietly asked as you looked over to her. 

“I’ll explain later.” She promised, still giggling as she got up to grab herself something to drink. Luffy seeing Nami move made him give up on his conquest for uncooked meat as he sprung from his spot to the food on the table. Silently swearing, Sanji put his marinade brush down and chased after him to make sure he didn’t eat everything. The others all began to move and mingle amongst themselves, you were too comfortable to move from your seat. 

The evening continued and thrived with music, joy and laughter. You were able to get to know your new crew members a lot more, taking in how different in character they were yet meshed so well together. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this happy and comfortable. The food was out of this world, you made sure to pay your compliments to Sanji who ended up a blushing mess, blood gushing out of his nose and Chopper rushing to his aid. The concern you had over the cook quickly left you when the others assured you this is a normal occurrence for him.

“Pft, how pathetic.” A familiar voice joined, you looked up from the bleeding cook and panicking doctor over to Zoro who had sat in the chair meant for him. You couldn’t help your heart racing hearing his deep voice, your ears twinged red from embarrassment that you couldn’t control your excitement over seeing your husband. 

You smiled at his arrival, realising he hadn’t had anything to eat or drink since earlier today. You stood and walked over to where the food was on the table, feeling Zoro’s intense stare on your back. You made him a plate with the things you knew he would like, grabbed a bottle of sake and made your way over to him. You were now standing in front of him, offering the plate and drink to him. You heard a few quiet awes in the background. 

He looked at you, then looked at what you brought over. He stood up, pushed past you and made his way over to the table to grab himself a bottle of sake. Your smile dropped, you looked down at the floor of the deck and decided to return back to your seat leaving the plate and bottle to the side of your chair. You would never know that the plate of food disappeared a few seconds after by the captain who happily munched away at it. No food waste was allowed on the ship but you would learn that soon enough. 

No one knew what to say, you sat in your own mind wondering why he had become so cold towards you. You decided you couldn’t take it anymore for today, you thanked everyone for the party and walked away to the girls dorm to sleep for the night. After you left, angry eyes moved to look at Zoro who seemed to be nonchalant over his own behaviour. 

“You’re being an asshole right now, what's wrong with you?” Nami stood from her chair in annoyance, pointing at Zoro.

“I didn’t ask her to do anything for me, I don’t know why you guys are gushing all over a complete stranger.” 

“This isn’t how you treat someone who went through so much to find you.” Nami walked over to now stand in front of Zoro with her hands on her hips. 

“I never asked her to look for me, I don’t even know who she is or why I agreed to marry her. We are clearly nothing alike, I mean look at her; she's all delicate and shit. How is she going to defend herself if we get attacked by pirates or marines? She's just another head to count for.” Zoro bluntly said, going back to his sake to take a swig.

“Marimo, the fact Y/N even married you is a miracle in itself. I’ve spent all afternoon thinking how she could even consider a brute like you, especially how you’re talking about her.” Sanji angrily voiced, bringing a cigarette to his mouth and lighting it. 

“Stay out of this perverted cook.” Zoro bit back.

“Make me shit head.” 

“That's enough. Clearly, something happened to Zoro’s memory. We confirmed your marriage certificate is legit. Why are you so against this?” Nami questioned, Zoro rolled his eye over remembering that stupid piece of paper. 

“Because now I have to do all this husband crap and it's just going to take up precious time I can be using to train. Can’t I just divorce her?” Zoro said, a wave of gasps and disapproving looks from everyone daunted over him. 

“That's going too far now, Zoro-san.” Brook voiced. 

“Y/N is so kind, how can you say that?” Chopper sadly spoke.

“Maybe if I kick him in the head hard enough, he’ll remember.” Sanji threatened. 

“Swordsman, if you mind me offering you some advice. I think you should get to know Y/N again. She clearly cares for you, we can train her up to make sure she can defend herself against attacks and maybe you’ll be able to recover the lost part of your memory.” Robin piped in, Zoro looked at her and couldn’t find fault in her advice. 

“Let's say for argument's sake something did happen to my memory, that I did love Y/N once upon a time. What if I can’t recover it? I have no interest in romance, it would be cruel to give her false hope that I could love her the way she wants me to.” 

“I could try to develop a medicine that could help to uncloud that part of your memory so we can see what happened.” Chopper chimed in, excited at the prospect of conducting new medical research. 

“Never say never to romance Zoro-bro, you may surprise yourself. She’s a beauty.” Franky winked confidently at Zoro, the others hummed in agreement. Zoro grunted, hating himself that he couldn’t deny you were very attractive on the eyes.

“I’m leaving, this is ridiculous.” Zoro stood up, grabbing his sake and walked away to the Crows Nest to start his night watch shift, irritated by the hopefulness of his crew. He felt nothing for you all the while rethinking the same question he had to himself over and over again;

“Why can’t I remember you?” ————————————-⚔️✨————————————

A/N: I hope you guys liked this chapter :3 I'm planning at some point to review the layouts on my tumblr posts to make it look prettier.

Now with the Tele-Tele no mi devil fruit, I genuinely believed I made this up until I researched and saw its an actual devil fruit in One Piece. However, the description/imagination of it was completely from my own head. I'll be back next week with the next chapter!

[daphnebowen]

percy jackson episode five thoughts

I skipped a couple episodes where I wrote down my thoughts, but I'm about to rewatch and write don't worry! warning: lots of screaming, fangirling, heart attacks, and nonsense below :))

also these are all just copied straight from the notebook I use when I'm writing down my thoughts and I barely proofread them :)

Annabeths trust in Percy being alive is literally just like her belief that Luke is alive later on and even though it's kinda sorta different (or at least people are gonna treat it that way) I'm all here for it

WHY WERE THE FATES SO CREEPY HELLO

AAAAAHHHH THE PERCABETH HUGGGG I IGNORED SO MANY SPOILERS AND IM SO GLAD 2 minutes in and I'm already fangirling so hard haha

is Grover blushing at them??

"surprise" omg Walker 😭🥹

the droplet of water clinging to walkers chin is so distracting

"I'm the last person to realize this aren't I?" It's okay Percy

his eyes are SO FREAKING BLUE it's giving zac efron from hsm2

"it doesn't have to be a thing, yk. That you hugged me." OHKAY HES NOT ENTIRE CLULESS THIS IS FAN SERVICE RIGHT HERE WE KNOW THAT IT MOST ABSOLUTELY WILL BE A THING LMAO and annabeths "oh boy" and Grover's clear exasperation HAHAH

where the heck did the motorcycle go lol we know it's ares but like it doesn't take that long to drive

"we're all gonna die... eventually" wise words Percy wise words

ugh the fact that it's Luke's string 💔

Ares ‼️‼️‼️

Ok but why is ares literally EXACTLY how I thought he would be?!?!

"that's my cousin? what kind of family is this?" A dysfunctional one for sure, sorry Percy you're in for a rough ride

ares starting a fight on twitter is ABSOLUTELY CRAZY and yet so in character lmao

"I'm gonna kill him" same Percy SAME I will gladly help you - although all things considered I am glad they decided to keep delinquent percy in the show

they keep bringing up the "push someone down a flight of stairs" thing! There's no way this is just a coincidence anymore, what with chalice of the gods and earlier on with Annabeth and like... they're obviously doing it on purpose. is that gonna be the shows new thing?? trusting someone enough so that if they can push you down the stairs they're the one? idk man, love the metaphor tho

PLS LET THERE BE THE ZOO TRUCK SCENE OH MY PLS

leah's eyebrow quirk is 💋

WATERLAND IS PERFECT OMG

walker portrayed Percy's anxiety and nervousness and scaredness (is that a word?) perfectly

Can't tell if Grover is actually a history buff or playing Ares so he will talk but that scene was actually cool, I like the change they made to have Grover stay behind (this was what I wrote originally, but now after seeing peoples interpretations and opinions and things I know he was playing ares and I think it's BRILLIANT how smartly he played the god of war. Good for you buddy!)

"I didn't say anything" "I can feel you thinking it" OHKAY THEN

thrill ride of love = flawless. No words. I am speechless.

"I hate kids" relatable

ARES IS ACTUALLY BEING SMART AND MAKING SENSE FOR ONCE not to mention he's so funny and so relatable!

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SEAWEED BRAIN ALERT 🚨 SHE CALLED HIM SEAWEED BRAIN AND I LOVED IT never mind the actual SCREAM i let out lmao

is Annabeth about to cry?!?!

yeah she's definitely about to cry

why am I so scared. This cannot be happening. What?? What??? he's the main character. main characters don't die. well except for Magnus chase BUT THOSE ARE DIFFERENT GODS AND DIFFERENT RULES NO WALKER

why am I actually so scared about this chair thing omg

(I would just like to say that I was so speechless and in shock throughout the whole chair thing, so I didn't write down a single quote but I loved them all I just was in too much shock to pause the show lol)

um.

WHAT. JUST. HAPPENED.

WHY IS MY BABY GOLD

WHY IS MY CHILD GOLDDDD

I AM SO CONFUSED RIGHT NOW THIS DEFINITELY DIDNT HAPPEN IN THE BOOKS MY BRAIN IS TOO SLOW FOR THIS 😭😭😭

oh my gosh ITS HEPHEASTUS

dude the way that door suddenly opened scared the crap out of me

leah is absolutely shining as Annabeth, her monologue was so profound and heartfelt, love that addition 💗

THAT CLIFFHANGER GOES CRAZYYYY

okay of course those of us who read the books know who really stole the lightning bolt and stuff but the clueless fools just watching the show are gonna be like OMG WHO WHO and even if they piece it together technically they'll only be half right. and their confusion and confidence in what they think they know is going to be SO entertaining in the coming weeks hehehehe and even throughout the whole series if we continue to get green lights for the series

but yes that episode was utter perfection! Now for the teaser...

WHO DID PERCY JUST TACKLE EXCUSE ME

duuuuude. The lotus casino is MASSIVE and actually super pretty I cannot wait for the episode tomorrow!

WHY IS PERCY DRIVING OMG THIS IS NOT LEGAL although tell me why he is literally better at driving than I am HAHAHAHAHAH

ugh and that is it! Those are all my random thoughts from the episode! thanks for reading :))

[ria-writes-stories]

Falling in love?

Genre: Romance, Cotton Description: Since this is just ep 3, the romance is not yet there much, it's not that strong, it is sparkling, but not intensively, so I did my best to portrait that, my apologises if this is not what y'all expected. Plot: take this as a paralel to that Vizzy fic I wrote Ship: Nuzi

Note: Brought to you by me, requested by @esmalove2 (I am still nervous about requests, I have bad experiences with them, so please don't feel upset if there isn't an 'Requests open' button yet). ----------------------

(No one's pov) Uzi stood outside of the colony leaning against door one, holding herself as she sighed heavily. The prom was a disaster, I mean, it was a social gathering, of course it was a disaster! She was a social outcast after all! But… it hurt, in a way, to think that there was someone who could help her get a grasp of things, being right there in front of her and then slipping away from her fingers. It was really irritating and frustating.

Uzi sighed, the feeling of helplessness refusing to leave her, and yet, "Uzi? Are you ok?" There was still someone to remind her that she wasn't all that alone. "I'm fine. Stop asking!" The girl snapped in her usual manner, altough she was probably still angry with what has happened, as the last statement N heard from her before this was 'I HATE THIS PLACE!!!!' and yeah, she had all the reasons to, but let's not get depresso when we can have an expresso espresso.

"Why are you out here? Shouldn't you be inside? Dancing?" "N, the prom is over, the moment V got in, it was over, no one's gonna go back to that room, plus, it's in ruins, what's the point anyway? Besides, it sucks." Uzi said dismissively as she crossed her arms over her chest.

N didn't know what to do or help her in this case scenario, that night was…a lot for the both of them but, they finally got back together after so long, and he was afraid of loosing any more time by not spending it with her. "Well, we could maybe still go, I mean- If you want to that is, hahah, you know, as, dapper buddies." N said with his usual nervous laughter as he rubbed the back of his neck not knowing what else to do or say. It was a real shame, he was all dressed up and so was her, so why let it all go to waste? Uzi looked at him unsure of the proposal, but after a moment of hesitation she groaned and mumbled a quiet 'Fine.'

Initially the girl was thinking to just dismiss the idea along the way and just drag the boy to her room for an anime night but that was erased when N opened the door to the gym and the place was filled to the brim with all the students. The oil was cleaned, music was playing, and people were having fun. Was everyone just going to ignore the genocide that had just happened? I mean sure not THAT many died but still. Well, regardless of what has happened everyone seemed rather determined to go on with their little party, after all, it was their last year of highschool, and then they'll be official adults of the colony which in itself was a big thing.

As Uzi examined her surroundings she found a hand in front of her. "Would you like to dance Uzi?" N asked in his usual polite and soft voice as he gave out his hand with a soft smile on his face. Uzi was taken aback, and yet she didn't have the heart to say no, how could she? How could she say no to those perfect radiant joy filled orbs of his? To that charming smile, and his- 'Snap out of it!' Uzi yelled at herself within her mind before shaking her head and taking his hand without a sound more as she simply nodded and gave him a small smile.

Surprisingly, both knew how to dance rather well, however Uzi couldn't even enjoy it. The first few moments were memorable, but the following soon turned into nightmare as she began to slowly realise how many people are in the room…how many eyes are there…how many…people… Her face dropped, turning pale, her eyes widening in shock, staring emptily into space as all enjoyment had been drained from her being.

N noticed this, of course he did, how couldn't he? She was all that he had his eyes on, and seeing her whiter before him like that was alarming, so, in swift waltz moves he got her into a more quiet corner of the room, more spacious, less light, less color, more darkness, more silence, more calmness.

"Uzi." N said quietly in an attempt to snap her out of it, which worked, eventually, and when it did, Uzi was surprised to see that they weren't in the crowd anymore…how was that? He. That's how. Every twist and turn from her life was all because of him, and you know what? She wouldn't want it any other way. She lived for the thrill, for the danger, and somehow, this docile pure golden heart boy was everything that she ever wanted and needed.

"Thanks." Uzi said quietly as she looked away slightly embarrassed as she smiled like a fool, and she felt like one. Why was she smiling? Why was her heart racing? Why was she so happy just to be with him? Was it the separation between them that cause her to long him? Was it the time spent apart that made her desire him? What was it that made him want him so much in her life that it turned her whole system upside down, making her feel dizzy and light headed, making her feel unsteady on her own feet and making her feel as if she was falling apart? It was scary, it was so extremly scary yet it was so wonderful too. It was the best feeling in the world, and she hoped on all the stars that she ever whished upon that he was feeling the same thing. Why? Did she want him to hurt? Of course not! However this feeling felt…so good, she couldn't explain it, she simply wanted him to feel the same thing, but she knew that this wasn't going to happen anytime soon…but she would wait, she has the time to, right? N smiled softly while dancing with Uzi. He was more the energic type, and so was her, but for some reason it felt like he had to go a little bit more gentle this time around. He didn't want to hurt her, he never wanted to do such a thing, but he did want to make her feel as great as she made him feel. Uzi turned his life upside down, and that was the best thing to ever happen to him. Sure, many things were still a puzzle, a mystery, a fog, and quite terrifying, but it all felt less scary when he was with her.

The end

[moonliched]

Hello! Anon from before! Comment you say comment you get! I was positively swiped out from the ground with the whole fic, but this chapter? *Chefs kiss* The plot twist with Moon knowing language better than we thought is a really nice touch, I plan on rereading the fic with this new perspective in mind! I didn't really thought about the fact that Sun could use English much better. I just thought their skills are different there but nope. Moon is just a little drama queen. I love that you included "healthy relationship" beetwen Moon and Y/n, when they found out he can talk they were slightly irritated by it and expressed that but almost imidiatly (now they are sure he will understand complicated sentences) explains the situation and what they are feeling. Because ladies and gentlemen communication is the key 👏 👏 👏 Moon expressing himself with his thoughts about reader seeing him as a dumb animal or trying to tame him is also a nice touch that isn't really used in other fics I've read, If some alien thing appeared near my house and started trying to teach me to speak or to do some tricks I would be also offended. The no bullshit attitude is mu h needed fuck the little misunderstandings let's talk openly like a good couple fishman.

I also love the fact that even that y/n now can communicate with Moon and wants to get to know him they are still pretty cautious. As they explained its not easy to overcome first impressions especially when there have been their lives on the plate(in their eyes). I would love to see them warming up to each other! Which is already happening and I think it's so so cute they are both trying really hard to make it work.

The romance is just pure gold. I was squeaking with the whole bracelet thing. My man Moon got send to his namesake I'm sure he was seeing his kids with y/n get away to fish college at this moment keke. It's very cute that y/n regifted something as precious as shell to him. I am assuming the shell that he made himself and spend lots of time on is some courting proposal. So him getting something crafted with equal effort by his Brat will give him ideas. Good. We want more. I think you are great at creating tension and writing some really cute fluffy moments, as well as the more intimate ones. I love how you write y/n her personality, and reasoning. You created a great character that despite some strong character its still pretty easy to put yourself in their shoes.

The fact that Moon noticed marks after webbing on y/n hands is also interesting. I wonder what he thinks right now and what will he do with that information. Also I am hoping he didn't misunderstood that Sun was the one to rip them out. Coz when he asked of the reason they are gone we just started blabbering about the yellow mermaid and that they didn't really mean it .

I'm very curious about Sun and Moon relationship, for sure it's not bad as Moon said himself ,, he is mine,, ,,my Sun". It's intriguing what they are to each other. I feel bad for the guy he a little lonely boy with too much energy that gets into your personal bubble but he means well. I hope we will get to meet him officaly soon and that Moon after learning about our meeting will put some information about his human friend into his Sun so he will know better than to almost drown them hahah.

I really enjoyed the way you pictured Glamrocks and I was shocked when you said you are not very skilled in writing them. The dialogues for each of them works really well and you kept their personalities just perfect in my eyes. I was mesmerised how smoothly I went through this chapter and how many emotions it got from me. The dynamic in the team is great and they just appeared and with small nudges and small talks from you we can already tell or at least predict so much about them.

Of course we can't forget about Vanessa, she would never let us forget. But what amazes me is how you were able to create such a mixed feelings towards this character in me. I am a first person to throw someone into the jerk category fast but with her I keep changing my mind. She is very well written, annoying but you can sometimes see a little bit of the other side. There is clearly something wrong with her, with her hallucinations and paranoia. Also the fear of mer might play the role here with the big bad trap boi. As much as I want to showe her head into a grinder every second she appears I also get amused, such an interesting character. And this is all thanks to you those types are very hard to write. It only shows how big of a talent you posses.

I very much enjoy the relationship beetwen y/n and Bon Bon. Little siblings that bicker with each other all the time but when one of them shows up with dead man in the middle of the night they will help them dug the grave hahaha The personality you gave him is astonishing and enduring. I didn't read a lot about Bon Bon but know your version of him is my headcanon and lives rent free in my head haha. The little soft moments with reader that ends up in jesting are really heart-warming.

I am also very curious about Monty. Can he communicate with mers? I have a feeling some yellow fella got pretty excited that there is some possible friend nearby. Ahh I love Sun so much I want to cuddle him. All he wants is snuggles but all he gets is struggles.

The length of the chapter is a blessing I needed some good stuff to relax into and let my mind flow which you were able to provide so thank you. I mean it with my heart when I say you are very talented. This fic is well organised, with a good balance of all aspects that keeps you entertained. From the beginning I didn't skip any paragraph (which I admit is my sinful behaviour where something in the fic bores me ) and even rereaded to whole thing in the matter of days. I couldn't keep myself away trying to find something I might have missed amd relived the events once again. I love your version of the boys, the Moon being the first to open up and fall for reader is a nice change (where in most fics he is the one more cautious). I fell in love with him and his behaviour a big teasing, lovesick softy. It must have shocked him when reader's antena went missing haha.

Your addictions at the end of the chapters are so cute and bring me so much joy. I love your little ,,memes" and that sometimes it gives us the glimpse of others perspective. I can't recall which but some of your jokes from previous chapters got me laughing so hard. And stayed in my head that at the random moment hours later I would start chuckling. So thank you for that. Thank you for creating this fic and keeping working on it. I can say it's one of my favourites and we are only on the 10 chapter! This chapter was a blast that i will have to reread soon. Can't wait to see more of your great ideas. Keep up the good work and don't forget you are amazing ❤❤❤

DUDE AGSJQHWKAHDJQHSDBAKH I'M LITERALLY GOING TO LOSE NY MIND!!!

this has to be the most rewarding and thoughtful message i have ever received aaaauuuuu😭💗💗💗 i don't even know what to say!! i keep rereading over and over. you've taken note of a bunch of stuff i was rly hoping people would appreciate. the glamrocks especially, i worked so hard on their dialogue and flow, and the other side to Vanessa beyond the antagonism! i think every time i feel down or hesitant about my writing, i'll revisit this lovely comment, thank you thank you thank you!✨🌈❤️

[pboogerswbb]

WOWEEE what did we do to deserve 2 chapters in 24 hours? This has quickly become my new favourite, I honestly think about it throughout the day while doing menial tasks haha. Since I couldn't get chapter 2 review our before you blessed us with chapter 3 I will do a joint review! ALSO WHAT DOES BEFORE LONDON MEAN isn't it after London

Chapter 2

I really like how you describe Zari's outfits etc, I think it really helps in getting to know the character. With Paige I know how she dresses and acts but I also feel I have a pretty good grasp on your OC so great job!

I'm gonna tell you right now I do not trust Trey as far as I can throw him

Arike #1 wingwoman

I love how down bad Paige is already

“Paige I’m pretty sure she wants a clean one,” ->I'd take the dirty one and sleep with in by my pillow Paige.

I love how British people use the word 'poorly'

Zari's parents don't know she has dated women right? Can I assume from her and her brother's names and the picture in the header that Zari is middle eastern and her parents would not be super happy about that?

"reminding me of how a teenage boy might dress." -> HAHAH spot on

“Who says Ion know how to cook,” -> how about everything about you, you fuckboy

Maybe I could hire Zari and have her cooking for me in a maid dress, or in lingerie. -> Jesus Christ Paige

”You’re doing so good.” -> Ok ya I'd fold immediately

Nothing is less shocking to me than Paige not liking wine.

“Pretty sure the last time I played this was in uni with this guy who was trying to shag me.” -> Well now you're playing it post-uni with a girl who wants to shag you!

Ok P, putting up shelves and topping up her wine? game recognize game

“Uhh, I don’t think it’s straight.” -> I don't think anything in this room is straight

“You ever need help relaxing, I’m right upstairs.” -> OH I BET YOU ARE BUECKERS

Smelling her hoodie? Wow what a dyke

Chapter 3

Linda seems like a real bitch

“Lemme drive you Iz.” -> Wow with the nicknames already

“That’s perfect, I was going that way already,” I lie, knowing it was 20 minutes in the opposite direction. -> down so bad

“I’m not so sure. I don’t have abs like you.” -> oh so you've noticed

oh wow the song choice

“Well I dunno some classy shit. Whatever British people listen to.” -> perfect

“Arched back, deep stroke, white wine, Weed smoke, that's my best combination, You just need some dick with no complications,” -> I know this is a slow burn but I need the above to happen immediately, silicone dick of course

I mean I knew my singing was good but damn -> yes Paige, SZA level

OK WHEN I SAY I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED A SCENE IN A PAIGE FIC WHERE SHE IS WORKING OUT WITH HER LOVE INTEREST

“Paigeuh!” -> I can only hear KK

“C’mon, I’mma be your personal trainer,” -> dear god in heaven please

“Holy shit,” I gasp, rubbing my forehead. Paige chuckles, looking at my reflection. -> ya, not the last time you are gonna be saying that in a room sweaty with Paige behind you

“A little harder is okay too.” -> DEAR GOD YOU'RE KILLING ME

“Watch your core Iz,” “Squeeze here,” -> this is too much I'm melting

“She’s fine, way outta my league.” -> Paige, I fear nobody is out of your league and you know this

“So… how do I do this?” She asks almost shyly, looking at the meat drenched in sauce. “You just gotta go for it ma,” -> ok you are out of control

“Women do too, you know.” “It’s not your fault, truthfully, I don’t even know if I still am or if it was just a phase.” -> girlll who hurt you, cause I dont know how anyone can eat pussy then go back to dudes. Maybes its just cause I'm a raging lesbian.

I can't believe I doubted for a second that anything could top TLIY, but somehow this already has and there hasn't been any smut yet. Also, unrelated but I fully support your love of Bob Bueckers. He is a DILF to the highest degree. Before he met Drew's mom I can't imagine the number of housewives(and closeted husbands) lusting after him at Paige's games. 😂😂 Can't wait for more! 🦫

omg hello i love you, you’re my favourite person in the world right now 😙

i will tell you before london is correct 😇 and after london will come… after london… later in the fic… 😇😇 now i wanna answer this properly

chapter 2

- okay so, zari's mom is british and white and her dad is desi so yes, it does affect her ofc culturally. but i'm sure brits reading the fic might have picked up on the fact that zari is quite posh, so she comes from a pretty posh family and her parents are def tories... (conservatives) but not like SUPER conservative culturally but she def grew up having those heteronormative expectations weighing on her. so it's not her dad's culture as much as it is more so a class factor, they’re very well off (zari and her brother are not tories tho let's make that clear for you brits reading this)

- i have such a distinct image of what zari is like and how she dresses etc etc so i’m so glad if that’s translating!! her style is very polished and restrictive compared to paige who’s super chill and laid back which is all a reflection of their personalities ofc so yay

- trey 😶‍🌫️ no comment

- i am so glad i’m getting to use my old vocab for this i hate how american i’ve become since moving away fr

- there is no universe in which p likes wine 😭 maybe she has to eventually learn now that she’s going to be a big girl

- YOU’RE THE ONLY ONE WHO’S PICKED UP ON THE STRAIGHT THING LMAOOO i love you

chapter 3

- i’ve been waiting to write a gym scene with paige forever i was so happy writing that shit i swear

- ”not the last time you are gonna be saying that” YOU’RE NOT WRONG

- ”A little harder is okay too” will be making a comeback

- just the idea of trying to lift while paige’s hands are running all over your sides and hips and STOMACH HELLO those weights would be on the floor zari is better than me

- paige was crazy for half the shit she said in the car while they were eating the ribs actually

i loved tliy and i love toxic!p lol but zari is a much more fleshed out character bc obviously tliy was supposed to be an x reader fic till i decided i wanna write paige’s pov too 😭 i’m so glad you’re liking it 🫶🏻 be patient for the smut hehe

also yes bob is a dilf and probably has double paige’s rizz 😶‍🌫️ i said what i said. (paige you’re free to prove me wrong anytime btw)

[serene-sun]

is there any chance we could possibly get a continuation of that transmasc Rain X Swiss ficlet, "Candy"?? i absolutely loved it, I'm so curious what may have happened next, hahah

𝕮𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖞 pt. 2 ˖⁺｡˚⋆

TransMasc Rain x Swiss

Warning: 18+ NO SMUT , insecurity, love? Lots of ghoul feelings

Summary: rain is a bit awkward, and Swiss is completely afraid of words.

A/n: this is just straight up lore, you can send in another ask bc they are definitely fucking. I actually wrote candy for a friend to tease her bc it was based off of an encounter of me and my guy friend she’s hardcore in love with (except the pussy eating part). But I focused this more on rulti!! Let me know what you think!

It had to of been weeks since their last encounter, exchanging looks and lingering touches.

Rains friend had told him to ask him nicely and Swiss would probably be more than happy to apply.

The worst part was exactly that, Swiss was free game and he was open and ready for everyone to fuck. Rain knew that he could get fucked and have anything he wanted from the ghoul if he simply just asked, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready.

Rains not a virgin, don’t get him wrong, he’s had plenty of “experiences”. But Swiss was….something else. It’s no secret that he was rather large, possibly even larger than aether. Rain wasn’t scared or afraid of Swiss, he was only anxious. He wanted, no he needed, the multi ghoul.

Rain had slight problems with his body, not the obvious things, but rather specific attributes that made him worry for himself. Rain had a little bit of a streak with people saying, “wow you’re tight rainy.” This and, “aww poor baby you can’t even take two fingers? Do you need to take a break?” That. Rain was a bit embarrassed, he loved being babied but it was the lack of confidence that got to him quicker than the compliments.

Rain was…very tight. He couldn’t take two of his own fingers, one was hard enough. He would clench down and his body try and rid of the flesh. Even when needy on the tour bus, he would use his shower time carefully fucking himself with the handle of his hair brush. Even it was too much, the only thing that wasn’t too hard to take was the small smooth handle of a rubber stirring spoon he had found in a drawer.

It wasn’t just being tighter than leather, but he also had a strange orgasm routine. He was so embarrassed when the ghoulettes had their way with him, they were a bit shocked to see that he lasted only a few minutes from penetration before making a big slippery mess all over their finger. He was a water ghoul, of course he would squirt. But why did it have to be every time? He got used to it, but he hated that he couldn’t not cum without making a big mess. I mean his bed sheets already had water stains for natural purposes, so nobody suspected anything nasty.

Rain could go many rounds, he loved being fucked to oblivion, he couldn’t ever get enough of his vocals streaming out from his lips like a water fall. He loves the way his light blue dusty skin would turn a shade of purple, how he shivered at the sensation. He loved not being able to think, not being able to form words. He wanted nothing more than to be filled so much that he can feel it in his throat. Rain wanted every hole filled and pounded, he wanted his mouth to hurt for the next few days, rain needed to trip when he would stand up for the next week.

But that brought rain to another problem, anal. He had wanted it so bad, he needed to be touched there. He tried prepping and stretching himself, wearing plugs and stuff. But he didn’t want to embarrass himself, nor did he want to come off as gross or anything. Rain wasn’t worried about hygiene necessarily, but rather if his attributes would also comply with his back end.

Rain had only been summoned a couple of months ago, with the rest of the prequel ghouls. But dewdrop and ifrit were the only ones that really brought him into the sex world. Lord have mercy rain would take and give dewdrop anything he asked for. He liked having control, but he also liked being put in his place. He liked it when dewdrop was a brat, but he also loved acting up just for the reaction. Oh did that change when the girls started toying with him, rain fell in love with acting up and failing miserably that it became apart of his “act”.

So why doesn’t he just ask him to give him what he wants?

Swiss is cool, hot, sexy, casual, crazy, insane, hot, sexy, sweet, kind, happy trail, hot, sexy, sexy, majestic, beautiful, cool, attractive, sexy, hot, and confident.

All of the things rain thought he lacked, all the things rain wishes he was. If only rain known that he was infact all of those things.

Little did rain know Swiss actually felt the same way. Swiss wasn’t all that, oh no no no, Swiss gives anybody what they want because he wants them to think that he’s cool. Is Swiss cool? Absolutely. Is Swiss hot and sexy? Absolutely. But Swiss had the same problem as rain, worry.

Swiss was confident, the amount of ladies and gentlemen that screamed his name in his bed echoed into the hallways so much that you can still hear it bouncing off walls, he was definitely confident. But Swiss wasn’t afraid of being embarrassed, he was scared of what others thought. Was he kinky enough? Does he walk weird? Does his voice sound funny? Are his horns crooked? Others would call it insecurity, but who knows any of that anyways? Swiss thought that if he faltered in his steps that someone would catch on, start saying things to others, and others would say things to more others.

It was one of those things that stick with ghouls, that deep dark dead heart that still lingers inside. Although they are over 100 years old, sometimes 1,000s like dewdrop and aether, every ghoul still had a soul. And those souls carry ghosts, and those ghosts never stop feeding on the heart rather it be dead or alive. The ghosts are feelings, from the tragic and devastating life’s they had once lived. All ghouls had lived, that’s how they became hell beings anyways. All of that anger and hatred channels and turns into a living life force. Their hearts might be cold and empty, but it creates a flame that never stops growing.

Therefor, those ghostly feelings are maggot that feed on the brain and soul. Some ghouls get over it, forget about it and move on. While others loose control and lust over revenge. Although Swiss wasn’t like that, you can’t easily forget the so called sacred beings that had tortured and banished him into the flame of life and death.

That’s why every ghoul had an insecurity, rain was scared of rejection, Swiss was scared of his own rejection.

Swiss knew he could please anyone, but was it good enough? Did rain really want him? He had said it himself that he wasn’t sure if he was fully into him.

Would this be love? Or would this be a test of worthiness? Either way, Swiss and rain are scared of each other, but nevertheless in love.

I mean, if you have ghosts, you have everything…right?

[askbeannuts]

Saline: "Why would she say that...?"

Bean: "She was a part of the Xerneas Guild, my dad too."

Saline: "S-seriously?!"

Axel: "... (And there it is... if you include Moira... and every other newbie this year... and Kam... we sure know how to pick 'em...)

Saline: "I-is that not shocking to you, Axel...?"

Axel: "Wha-oh-not really...? I mean, the Xerneas Guild's pretty much a disaster right now... couldn't imagine it was any better under the previous Guildmaster..."

Saline: "That's not what I'm talking about though...!"

Bean: "Hahah!"

Axel: "We should probably catch up with Kerri before her brooding scares the shopkeepers."

Saline: "Is she okay?"

Bean: "Kerri helped out until the Matron got settled, so-"

Axel: "She knows too much..."

[It seems this interaction with Bean and Elio will have to wait...]

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