#a bun ch of pics fall out

[sarroora]

Hi again 🧚 I'm here to drop headcanons off at your doorstep like how a cat would with a dead bird hope you enjoy

T.C. actually has a really nice singing voice and will in fact lull any of the gang to sleep if need be (it's usually Brain)

Benny has THE squishiest face. And he will absolutely let people squish his face because it's very therapeutic.

Chooch tends to make himself little nests wherever he sleeps. He'll go to bed an hour early just so he can get a nest going and have it be perfectly comfy by the time he's tired enough to go sleep. He usually makes it out of whatever's lying around and then tosses an old blanket on top of it and kneads/circles around in it until it's perfectly Choo shaped

Spook is very much a tea guy. Nearly every day he makes himself a cup of tea and will make tea for anyone else who wants any (and also usually forces T.C. to have a cup when he's high-strung)

Fancy would never admit it but he loves being like aggressively patted like y'know when people will play the bongos on their cat yeah he goes crazy over that shit but he'd NEVER admit that

Y'know those videos of cats hole punching cardboard with their teefs? Yeah that's one of Brain's favorite pastime activities. Crumchin on cardboard. I love it when cats eat crunchy things and they do the little thing where their face scrunches up like yeah put some oomph into that cronch

That is all byyyyye *flies away* 🧚

*lovingly holds all of these like Smeagol lol*

#Also side note..that gif?? #I LOVE CrunchyCat Luna #She's one of the most expressive cats I've ever seen and her meow is to DIE for #Her faces are so perfect I sometimes screencap her to use when I draw the gang I mean look at her:

What a princess💓

[armpirate]

UNDER HIS SKIN || JJK || Ch. 32

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: They say there are two versions for every story, and it's important to hear both of them. Everybody is hearing your side of the story, but it's just fair to get to know his.

After breaking up with his girlfriend, the only thing he wanted was to have fun with no attachment. You wanted to get rid of your virginity, and he wanted to tick you off his list. What he didn't expect was getting so emotionally attached to you that he would regret the deal.

Previous || Next

MASTERLIST

Chapter Warnings: protected vaginal sex, public sex, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, teasing.

While Mark and I are getting the studio ready, leaving everything settled so we can leave earlier, my phone buzzes inside my pocket. Puckering my lips, I do my best at keeping my smile to myself when I notice it's a text from Y/n. Although my smile drops, and I lock the screen again fast when I open her chat and I'm received with a revealing pic of her in underwear. 

—Are you alright? —he asks, frowning while looking at me. 

—Yeah —I scratch my nape—, but I need to go to the bathroom fast.

Shrugging, he just goes back to his thing, while I just walk fast to the bathroom in the studio so I can check the picture better. 

I know I started the teasing game when I sent him a selfie of me at the gym earlier this morning, but this is too fucking much. The way that lace set embraces the curve of her hips, and the way that pink bra just cups her breasts so perfectly... It makes me think of how good they'd look if they were cupped by my hands instead. 

I chuckle nervously when I read the text she sent before, asking how it looks on her and whether she should wear it tonight or not. And, honestly, that question better be because she's going to show me herself how good that set looks in person. 

She's a fucking tease, and that's all I can think about the rest of the day -even when I'm on my way to the gallery to support her on her first day. 

It takes me a short second to make every thought disappear, as soon as I see her through the big windows that allow anyone to take a peek inside the wide place full of people. Her hair is up on a not-so-worked bun that allows some of her locks to fall on her face, although it still allows her bright face to stand out. And that dress she's wearing could cut anyone's breath. The green silk hugs to her body as if it was a second skin, although the skirt still flies in the air every time she moves or makes a quick turn. 

—Stop drooling and get inside —Soo teases me.

I give her an annoyed look when she makes that comment, but she still leads me inside the gallery, holding me by my arm -it's for nothing though, because she soon forgets about me when she joins Mark and Tammy greeting Y/n when they come in. 

Her eyes stop on me after I step inside, and all I can do is make sure my suit is completely fixed and my messy tail is still in place. 

The rest of the night, I'm unable to concentrate on the different drawings and works that are displayed, I'm too focused on Y/n to care about anything else around me. I don't even care about how obvious I might be making it for all of our friends. 

At some point, our friends are just gathered together in a corner, while taking the drinks we were offered. I join them, but it's only for a few minutes, until I see Y/n finally alone. Her exposed back attracts my fingers, as if I wouldn't be able to resist the softness of her skin on my fingertips. I trace her spine delicately, seeing her head slightly tilting to the side as soon as I touch her. 

—You're a tease —I mention—. You aren't wearing the set you sent me this afternoon.

When she turns to me, she looks nervous. All that confidence she probably thought she had when she sent the pic is long gone. And I can't really tell what side of her I like more. 

—I would've loved to take it off with my teeth, with you lying on bed the same way you were on that pic.

She gulps hard, while her cheeks lighten with a powerful red. Seeing her flustered was all I wanted at that moment. And, after getting it, I step back again and walk around the place as if that conversation hadn't happened.

If she wanted to play, she should've known I was all in for it.  

I found myself quite unbothered about Jin being around her a few times that night. At the end of the day, he's her boss and also the owner of the gallery. Clearly, he'd talk to her to guide her on any doubts that could come up. And honestly, I didn't think there would be a moment where I would miss seeing Jin being around her instead of other guys. 

She seems to be getting back at me for everything I've done when we all decide to go for a few drinks to celebrate her first day. Y/n is having fun, drinking and dancing with Tammy, but my mind clouds when a random guy shows up out of nowhere and takes Tammy's place. His hands are all over the place, and even dare to touch her skin directly on her exposed back cleavage. But when she turns and she's finally looking at me... Oh fuck, she knows what she's doing and how much it's bothering me. A smirk proudly appears on her face while her hips sway with him, as soon as she's aware of the way my fists are clenched on my pants. 

She doesn't know that would end bad for her though. 

After whispering something to his ear, the boy leaves and she's back with Tammy and Mel, lately joining us three on the table. 

When we all leave, Soo insists on Y/n coming with me so I can take her home. I swear my sister is the least sly person in the whole world. 

But it's obvious Y/n didn't have enough with everything she did back in the club, because her hands keep wandering all over my body while we're waiting at a red light. She goes from my chest to my stomach, and keeps going lower until she reaches the beginning of my pants. 

I try to move my mind away from her hands. The last thing I want right now is a growing bulge in my pants, because I know how difficult it's to ride this motorbike with one. She knows it could only take me one slight move to give in, and I know she wants it just as much because she keeps pushing me to the edge. All thos revealing pics, all those "supposed" dates she had -that always ended up on  a girl's gathering at night, all the double meaning comments and texts... 

—If you keep doing that, I won't be responsible for the consequences —I whisper, turning my head slightly to her.

—What consequences? 

She looks at me over her shoulder, giving me an innocent look while her hand keeps going up and down my thigh. She always gets near to my crotch, but never enough to be able to touch by herself what she's causing.

—I'll stop anywhere and fuck you raw. Like you've been looking for all night.

I can feel her grinding on the seat on my back, before her palm presses on my covered cock at the same time her tongue plays with one of my earrings. 

—What's stopping you?

That's right. Nothing. 

As soon as the red light turns green, I speed up while looking for the right place to hide, until I manage to see a dark alley.

I've been deprived from her for long enough to not care about how desperate I look, messily setting the stand while I wait for her to hop off the motorbike. 

I'm not the only one needy though, because Y/n cups my cheeks and pulls me in for a sloppy and furious kiss, with our tongues messing with one another, trying to get as much of each other's taste as possible. One of my hands cups her ass, while the other is on her waist, helping her to hop on my lap.

There's no playing around from neither of us, and even less when my cock twitches inside my pants when I first slide my fingers through her slit and find her ready for me. While she unzips my pants, I blindly take out my wallet, trying to find by touch one of the condoms I always bring with me just in case. It's not like I've ever used it since I met Y/n, but now I'm thankful to have brought it with me. 

After wrapping myself with the latex, and while I'm still kissing her, I lift her body, cupping her ass cheeks again, while she aims my tip to her warm core. Lowering her body slowly, filling her inch by inch until we're completely linked, a warm feeling covers my chest when she wraps around me so perfectly. 

Even if we're in the middle of a shitty alley, this has to be one of the best moments of my life. 

I try to make her move, denting my fingers on her skin, but she just stays in that position, moving her hips in circles while her tongue teases all the soft spots in my neck and ear. 

—What do you want?

—Cocktease... —I chuckle nervously— Don't try to make me beg, because I want to fuck you stupid the same way you want my cock buried deep down your cunt.

And I know I'm right when her pussy clenches tight around me after that comment. 

I go dizzy by the way she moves on me while she's making my head do rounds during the kiss. It's giving me a hard time desperately trying to keep those groans and moans in my throat. And while I love every move she makes, I still need more.

—Babe —I stop her movements.

She slowly stops, wrapping her arms around my neck, giving me a concerned look as soon as she hears my voice.

—You're doing great, but I really need to fuck your brains out right now —I kiss her chin—. Turn around.

As much as I love feeling her that way, the constant sound of cars and the sudden whistle of a horn brings me back to reality. We're still in the middle of the street, fucking, because we were unable to hold it to ourselves any longer, we should end it before we get caught. Although I'm still planning on taking my time when we're back to her -or my- place.

She hops off, but hops back on in a reversed direction, her back facing me while she holds onto the handlebar. I move her body, positioning her in a way that could be comfortable for her while lifting her dress and my blazer to expose her ass. I slide her panties to the side, the most I'm able to so I can rub my tip on her entrance again. 

I slide in slowly, inch by inch again so she can get used to my size. It takes me a sigh from her to move just the way I was planning to, pounding into her as if cumming was a live or die thing, too focused on the way she feels hugging me tight to even care about anything else. 

—Nobody else will fuck you like this, baby. I'm the only one that can make you feel this good —I groan, after bending down over her body. 

Just like I want to reach my high, I want her to reach hers. That's why I cup her hips and lower them, while also making her back arch a bit more. On the next thrust, her hips are colliding against the sit, and I know her clit is also throbbing against the leather when some moans escape her lip, forcing me to cover her mouth with my hand. 

—You know I love your moans, but save them for later —I excuse myself. 

I can still hear the pleasure sounds that come from her though, drowned by my palm, while the squeaking sound of her pussy milking me is barely audible while I pound into her. A few seconds later, a familiar feeling runs over my spine and makes my hips buckle harder against her, feeling my release running over me without being able to avoid it. 

But of course I'm not done yet. 

I drag her on my lap when I sit back properly in my place, one hand still covering her mouth while the other rubs circles on her clit, feeling her whole body squirm and grind on me before her head falls back on my shoulder and a loud moan comes from her. 

—You think I'm done with you? —I ask, two of my fingers grabbing her chin to force her to look at me— No, this was just the starter so you stop teasing me while I drive. I think you've had enough fun these two weeks. It's my turn.

I lovingly cap my hand on her thigh, trying to comfort her, while I see her still trying to recover from her high. Our lips are linked together again, but this time is softer and slower, just letting her know I'm there at the same time I place her underwear and clothes properly, doing the same thing with mine right after. 

Once we're back in the lift of my building, it looks like we've been glued in that same position. And probably we would if we could. Although all of that stops when she's able to see her reflection in the mirror when we break the kiss.

—You, asshole, look at what you did.

—Should I kiss it better? —I raise my eyebrows.

Biting her shoulder was the only thing keeping me from moaning when I cummed in the alley. And I'm definitely not regretful of it. 

We both try to get comfortable when we get to my apartment, with both of us taking our shoes off before I head to the kitchen to get something to drink. And her answer, to the question of what she wants right now, makes me cackle.

—You.

—Me? You want to drink me? —I walk in her direction again. 

—I was trying to sound flirty.

Lifting her body, just to place it on the backrest of my couch,  I start caressing her thighs, losing myself to the sensation of how warm she feels. 

—You don't need to be flirty with me —I whisper on her lips—. You already got me wrapped around your finger.

Her dress is long gone at some point, and I'm finally able to see she did wear part of the lingerie she sent me -I was just too focused, and it was too dark, to be able to appreciate it back in the alley. That color suits her so much, it actually make sher look sexy and innocent at the same time.  

My hands keep moving up over her torso, my fingers setting a burning trail in between her tits until I get to her jaw. They wrap around her skin carefully, holding her face before I kiss her in the softest way I've probably ever done. She traces my lip with the tip of her tongue, only because she wanted to lick that lip ring that makes her go insane. Maybe I should add a second one... 

—You have no idea the pull you have on me —I move lower on her, following the trail of the caresses from minutes ago—. I've gone crazy these last two weeks.

The difference in the angle I'm seeing her plays ill with my mind, before I stop my mouth on her thong. She just lifts her hips, supporting her weight with both of the hands resting on the couch. Biting on her mound, I start to pull the fabric down her legs, getting rid of it. My lips start another trail of kisses, from her ankle to her inner thigh, soon filling my nostrils with the smell of her own arousal as I get closer to her core. 

I give her a teasing lick on her clit, making her instantly arch her back and tighten her fists on the backrest, before I dig my tongue deeper between her folds. I just want to get a quick taste, before I'm standing up again, still spreading kisses all over her body. I cup her pussy with my palm when I'm finally standing up in between her thighs, two of my fingers teasing her entrance while my tongue draws circles on one of her nipples, switching from one to another. 

—What do you want? —I ask, going back to her lips. 

—Fuck me —she traces my tattoos with the tips of her fingers—. Make me regret these two weeks.

Oh shit, there's nothing I'd like to do more right now. 

I take my clothes off, holding the packed condom in between my teeth while I try my best at getting naked fast. Y/n also helps me, unzipping my pants and lowering my underwear so my hard cock is already springing free against her inner thigh. 

I slide in with just one move, head resting on hers while my hands hold her in her place. I don't go as fast as I did before, I want to taste every rub of her walls, every squeeze and every heavy breath as if they were the last ones. 

—Keep your eyes on me —I command, getting ready to move a bit faster on her.

—Kook —she moans at the same time I move her body towards the edge of the backrest. 

—Look at you right now —I breathe heavily—. Such a fucking mess for me.

And I'm so fucking in love with the view. 

I recognize the look on her face, and the way her eyes are half closed while her lips are parted and accompanied by one moan after the other. The clear squeak sound of my cock filling her while my fingers rub her clit keep pushing her towards the edge, making her move her body as if she weren't able to do anything else. 

—Uh-huh, see how good this pussy is taking me.

Her legs wrap tight around my waist, and both of her hands cup my face, looking at me deep in my eyes before she finally lets herself go with a high-pitched moan. 

We are far from done. 

I lift her in the air, legs still wrapped around my waist, after I got rid of my pants with a quick kick that sent them far. Although something changes while I make my way to the bedroom and set her on the bed. 

The thought of somebody being able to see what I'm seeing, or even being looked at by her the way I am right now... How the fuck did I ever think I'd accept it? I want her, I need her; and I want Y/n to want me and need me just the same way, only me. 

I fuck her slowly, sinking into her as if I tried to be able to pay attention to every single reaction of her body to me, trying to get drunk of her. 

Fuck the deal, and fuck everything I thought would be right. 

—I can't stand thinking of others seeing you like this —I admit, breaking the soft kiss we were in—. I want to be the only one making you go crazy with my hands, my mouth, my cock. I don't care —I bite her chin—. But I want to be the only one.

I need to be her only one.

[lonelypond]

Parent Trap, Ch. 8

NicoMaki, NozoEli, Love Live, 3K, 8/?

A chapter full of conversations.

And We Talk

Clack...clack, light but solid, bamboo striking bamboo, Nico sliding closer to Umi, the pace of her blows picking up, as Umi manuevered her sword to parry, easily absorbing the increasingly frantic energy Nico forced into each strike. Sensing Nico’s flagging stamina, Umi dropped to one knee, rising with a strike that forced Nico to block behind her, Umi’s blade sliding off, and Nico leaping into a overhand strike, which Umi parried and then forced Nico’s sword down.

“So are you going to tell me now why you’re paying me three times my normal rate to choreograph a fight scene for you.”

Nico stepped back, freeing her sword, then attacking again, sliding forward, dodging to the side, pushing back, but found Umi always there to calmly parry.

“It’s like a dance.” Nico struck Umi’s sword rapidly and repeatedly as she slid to the right, then pushed forward, Umi responding to each movement.

“Perhaps.” Umi held up a hand, “Let’s take a water break.”

“If you need one. Nico’s fine.”

Umi raised an eyebrow at the obvious sweat rolling down Nico’s face. Nico scowled as she swiped a forearm over her forehead. “It’s hot in here.”

“You were too hasty. I prefer to work at half speed to perfect techniques.”

“Nico needed a workout.”

Umi chuckled, “My training dummy rates are much cheaper than even my stunt choreography hourly.”

Nico grabbed her water bottle, “Ha! Nico will pay both.”

Umi watched, concerned. She didn’t know Nico that well, but something was obviously disturbing her. Nico sat on the bench, slumping forward, head hanging down, more than physical exhaustion weighting her.

“Hypothetically…” Nico began.

“Yes?”

“Let’s say you were a guy and you found out you had a child you didn’t know about.” Nico glanced up, her ruby eyes challenging Umi to flinch, but Umi remained solid. “What would you do?”

“Everything I could to help the mother.”

“Just like that.”

Umi shrugged, “If I had a child, I would have had a committed relationship with the mother of the child. If she chose not to include me at first, but then later reached out, that does nothing to change my responsibility as a parent or my affection as a…” Umi stumbled, Nico leaned forward, curious. Umi had always been almost prudish about her relationship with Kotori, “a former paramor.”

“No one night stands.”

“No.”

Nico raised her water bottle in a salute.

“Is this about Maki?”

“I thought you didn’t spend time on TWIG?”

“Kotori does.”

“Nico knew that. What does she think?”

“You never looked like you had baby weight. And she wants to design you a dress.”

“We’ll talk. And not hypothetically, like Nico’s question.”

Umi did a slow sword sequence as she considered how to continue the conversation. “What does this hypothetical guy want?”

“Romance, love, being there...the complete package. ” Nico was slumped again.

“Can’t Maki be part of the complete package?”

Nico glared. “It’s not that easy. Everything’s backwards. Nico’s backwards.”

Umi, not letting Nico look away, went through a series of movements that made Umi look like a river rolling along in its bed, graceful, surging, continuing. “Some things are just natural, Nico.”

“Not with everyone who has a phone and the TWIG app watching.”

Umi settled into ready pose. “So close the app. Step off the stage. Seize the opportunity.”

Nico had her sword in both hands, “Opportunity?”

“Yes.”

“Nico’s not sure. Last time Nico checked it was a locked door. No knocking. No open window. No welcome mat.”

“And you gave up?" Umi chuckled, "Doesn’t sound like Nico.”

“No.” Nico slid into attack position, shoulders squared. “It doesn’t.”

And the dance began.

###

Nico was showered, locked in the Ayase-Tojo spare room, and ready to get back into the conversation. Texting. Sexting. Remind Maki of the good things. The sexy things. The fun things. The Nico things.

N: Nico misses seeing your nightly pajama snaps.

M: Dia’s been throwing up all day.

So sexting out, sympathetic in. At least Maki was texting. And mentioning Dia instead of aggressively avoiding the name.

N: Can Nico help?

M: Don’t distract me while I’m trying to watch a using your washing machine tutorial. Laundry is not in the nanny’s job description.

N: You don’t know how to do laundry...it’s easy, open the lid, put the clothes in, put detergent somewhere, push a few buttons. Most laundry machines are super instructive.

M: I have to be careful. It’s Dia’s things. Mama didn’t pack enough for throwing up. And Dia threw up in the bag. She didn’t like the car ride. Or lunch.

N: Is she allergic to something? Are you keeping her hydrated?

M: I know how to take care of my daughter.

N: Right, Dr. Maki.

M: ಠಿ_ಠ

N: I’m sure the laundry will be fine. Text Nico sometime (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

M: (🖒^^)b

###

Maki had finally gotten Dia to sleep, put on some Chopin, and collapsed into the couch when there was a thud at the door. She pulled herself up by the couch arm to see Raye standing there, coat and hat on, headphones off for once, and her backpack on the floor.

“My ride’s here.” Raye announced.

“Your ride?”

“Dr. Nishikino agreed that I could take my month’s leave now.”

“What do you mean?” The panic in her own voice was grating.

Raye made a skutching noise, “I’m a live in nanny in Chicago, with a personal chef on call, not a Cheesehead hostage eating frozen pizza two meals a day.” An eyeroll and a gesture toward upstairs,”I said goodbye to Dia.”

“You can’t leave...I don’t…”

“You’ll be okay, Maki. You’re a mom. Moms know what to do.”

Was there some kind of Mom superpowers that kicked in when you were alone with your child? Maki had never been alone with Dia without someone in shouting distance. Everyone she trusted was five hours away.

###

#Nico was trending. Just #Nico, not #ThatKillerSmile. Pics of her and Umi sparring, Nico’s kiss on Umi’s cheek when she said goodbye...whoever took that had a top tier zoom lens. Influencers were reposting older pics.

Nico’s phone pinged. Tsubasa. Nico picked up.

“Hey, how’s the tour?”

“Finished. Back in Chicago. Throwing a rave Wednesday. Drop by.”

“Nico will be in bed by six. Shooting for the video the next day.”

“Too bad. You could have brought Maki and hung out with Honoka.”

“Oh, Honoka, huh?”

“Yeah, she’s great. We’re really having fun. And no pressure.”

“Good for you. But Maki’s in Wisconsin anyway. Staying away from snap crazy stalkers.”

“Oh.”

That was a tone.

“Oh?”

“That’s the other reason I called. Some PR firm offered A-Rise a lot of money to boost pics of you with anyone but Maki on TWIG.”

Nico felt her lip rise in a sneer as suspicions started to gather. “That’s why Nico’s trending.”

“Probably.”

“Do you know who?”

“I texted Cocoro their name. Turns out they represent, among other clients, the Nishikino Medical Group.”

A shrewd, calculated move. Nico was impressed. And livid. But red hot anger wouldn’t do her any good now. She needed to counter. Or ignore. But she definitely needed to make sure Maki wasn’t thinking she was out there swinging for new partners.

“Nico?”

“Sorry, Nico was thinking. Thanks for the heads up.”

“Anything I can do?”

“Cameo in That Killer Smile.”

“You got it. Just not too early in the day. But think about coming to the party. You need some fun too.”

“Maybe Nico will take a nap.”

“Not much else to do with Maki in Wisconsin. Bet you have some good visuals though.” Tsubaba's tone was a conspiracy invitation.

Nico's reply was curt. “We’re done.”

Tsubasa laughed as the call cut.

One, disrespectful. Two, Nico didn’t need to be reminded of how Maki blew everyone else off the hot curve. Nico had to scheme.

###

Lilo and Stitch for the fifth time that day. Maki was about to claw off her ears.

“NICO!”

The Nico cries had stopped until this last viewing. Maki could see Dia was getting tired and cranky. Maki was also getting tired and cranky. Maki checked the time. One a.m. She should have never let Nico get into the habit of singing Dia a lullaby over the phone.

“SING!”

“Nico’s asleep, bun.”

Dia jumped off the couch and raced to the door, “Nico!”

Repetitive firmness was a necessity with Dia. Never retreat from a decision. “It’s time for sleeping, Dia. Nico’s asleep. You should be asleep. Mama is tired.” Talking about herself in the third person. Sure sign of exhaustion. “C’mon, Dia, let’s get your pajamas on and put you in bed.”

“Tsuki!”

Tsuki had fallen behind the couch, Maki picked her up, and Dia ran to grab her, then screamed “Nico Nico Ni!” right in Maki’s face. It took all of Maki’s remaining self control not to react to the volume. She picked up Dia, did a quick visual check of Dia's clothes to make sure there weren’t any closures that might interfere with sleep, grabbed her laptop with her other hand, and marched upstairs. She put Dia down gently, taking extra care not to let her frustration turn into excess energy that would unsettle Dia further.

“Nico!” The demands were getting weaker, Dia would sleep soon if she didn’t kick into tantrum gear.

“We’re going to call her, bun. Just let Mama set this up.”

Maki flipped up her laptop, moved the EFF.org sticker, hit video call. Nico sounded sleepy and had some kind of green goop on her face. Maki just stared for a minute. Nico did the weirdest, cutest things.

“Maki? What’s wrong?”

Maki woke up from her imagining what it would be like to spend the night in Nico's arms, what the green goop would smell like. Avocado probably. “Sing to Dia.”

“What? Did something happened?” Wide awake Nico.

Maki could hear Dia pulling herself up on the crib rail, “NICO!”

“Hi Dia.” Nico waved.

“Look, just sing, make sure she doesn’t fall out of the crib, and text me if she’s not settling down.” Maki let her face relax, knowing she looked exhausted, “I just need a few minutes.”

“Okay, Nico’s on it”

Maki remembered the earlier part of the day. “No Elvis.”

“What?” Nico shook her head, sitting up, setting her phone on her nightstand, “Never mind, just text Nico sometime.”

“Okay.”

“Nico’s got this. Get some air.”

“Thank you.”

“Thanks for calling Nico. I missed seeing your face. Now go look at some stars.” Nico smiled. “Hi Dia. Your pretty mama is going to go look at stars and Nico’s going to teach you her new song.”

“Sing!”

“That’s right. You’re Nico’s first audience. So pay attention.”

Dia had settled back down. Maki put the laptop at a level where Dia could see Nico through the crib bars and as Nico started singing, backed quietly out of the room.

###

Stars. Inhale. Cold air. No sense of time passing. Maki half dozing, maybe actually asleep for an hour or two. Nico was keeping an eye on Dia. That was a calming thought. Was that good? Maki realized she only had vague panic flashes of her last IRL encounter with Nico, Eli calling and saying something about Nozomi and paperwork and then fear kicking in. Maki didn’t have the mental bandwidth for any news that might trigger another explosion of emotion so talking to Eli was going to have to be another day thing. She reached into her pocket for her phone, to check notifications. A message from her mother, probably about Raye; Eli, not going to deal with that now; and Honoka. Maki hit play.

“Hey, Maki! Tsubasa’s throwing a huge party and invited you and Nico. So you should really come. It’ll be so much fun. Tsubasa’s gonna have a private karaoke room, and an entire arcade and the best DJ in the world. We gotta hang out.”

Party? Why hadn’t Nico mentioned it? Maki flicked over to TWIG, searching #NICO...Nico kissing Umi on the cheek, Nico with her arms around a group of scantily dressed women, Nico at a concert, leaning down into the crowd, Nico writing her phone number on a barista’s stomach…

Maki hit call, “What the hell are you doing?’

Nico sounded sleepy. “Maki?!!?!”

“Yes, Maki, your girlfriend, not that that barista would know that when she called you.”

“What barista? Maki, what’s going on? I just got Dia to sleep. She’s so cute.”

“We got invited to a party and you didn’t tell me.”

“DId Tsubasa call you?” Nico’s question was sharp.

“No, Honoka.”

“Oh, that makes sense.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind. Tsubasa and Nico have different opinions on dating.”

“Does yours include giving random women your phone number. And why are you kissing Umi?”

“Slow down. Let Nico catch up.” A pause, “Dia’s still sleeping calmly. Nico does an excellent lullaby. Now what did you do?”

“Searched TWIG to see what you were up to.” Saying it out loud, Maki felt a bit sheepish.

“Cyber stalking Nico. Classy.” Nico hummed, obviously searching through pics. “The Umi kiss was friendly, the barista pic is Photoshopped, and Nico is at home in bed and has been since 7 p.m. getting her beauty sleep before a video shoot at 5 in the morning.” An inhale, “And why you’re seeing pics of Nico with everyone else in the universe is because your parents PR firm is paying influencers to flood the algorithim with pics of Nico and anyone but you.”

“They’re not.”

“They are. A-Rise got approached. Nico has receipts. I can forward you emails.”

Maki was silent.

“And the reason there aren’t pics of us is because you’re in Wisconsin at an undisclosed location because your parents think Nico is going to steal you.”

“I don’t care what my parents think.” Maki felt pressured, with a sudden urge to bolt for the woods.

“If that’s true then why are you in Wisconsin?” Nico sounded annoyed.

“Just shut up for a minute…”

Silence. Maki heard what she’d snapped at Nico echo.

“Good night, Maki.”

“Wait, Nico, I just…”

Call ended. Maki leaned forward, fingertips barely clinging to her phone. How did this work? How exactly did this happen? What had Eli said?

###

“Oh, hi, Maki…” Eli was on the couch, eating chocolate ice cream and watching a production of Swan Lake.

“Why did you call?”

“What did Nico tell you?”

“We're not talking about Nico, Eli.” Maki’s voice had no chill. “Paperwork. Nozomi. What did that mean?”

“Ummm…” No matter how much Eli had rehearsed this in her head, telling Maki was not easy. She glanced toward the door of the spare room. Nico had gone to bed hours ago because of an early set call. So no interruptions. “When I started working on the procedures, Nico was the first person I asked to help. Nico’s always the first person I ask when I need any kind of help. She’s amazing.”

Eli had expected some response from Maki, but no, just waiting, judging silence.

“Okay…” Eli coughed nervously, "So Nico donated eggs, but absolutely refused to be an anonymous donor. She wanted a family but not until she met someone she wanted to marry and was ready to stop touring as much as she had been. So I banked most of her eggs and used the rest in my early tests.”

“So Nico wasn’t just an anonymous donor?”

“No.” Eli laughed, “She was very clear about no little Nico’s running around without her knowing about it. She’s furious right now.”

Maki sounded angry. “How did it happen? Did it happen? Is Nico really Dia’s...”

Eli paused Swan Lake, and headed to the freezer to put the ice cream away. Melting chocolate all over the couch was too easy a tease target for Nozomi. “As far as I can unravel, when Nico came back for her ultrasound to make sure everything was okay after the donation, Nozomi was there and altered Nico’s paperwork. So Nico was in the system all the time, but you were the first and only to match.” Eli pondered whether or not making a pot of coffee would be worth it at this hour. She wasn’t sleeping. Not having Nozomi next to her was lonely. But Nozomi was still being infuriatingly disingenuous about the turmoil she’d thrown Nico and Maki and Dia into. “I’ve taken Nico off the donor list now that I know.”

“So it is true…” Maki’s voice was a low whisper, barely heard.

“I’m so sorry about this, Maki, but from what I can tell, Nico is your egg donor.”

And then the roar, “Why would Nozomi do that to Nico? To you? What the hell kind of friend alters your medical paperwork? What kind of wife...how can you...that’s so many kinds of illegal, unethical, just awful, Eli. Why would she do that?"

Eli winced. All of that was true. But she knew that Nozomi really believed she’d had Nico’s best interest at heart.

“I know, Maki. I’m trying to explain it to her, how I would feel if I had missed the twins’ first steps or when they said “Mama”...it’s still so amazing, Maki, to watch them be their own people, but you know that, and Nico missed so much of that with Dia and I’m heartbroken for her, I just can’t bear to think about it, but Nozomi really cares, I promise…”

Maki cut Eli off, voice in efficiency professional mode. “Is Nico okay?”

“I don’t know. She’s super busy. Super busy usually means stressed.” Eli rested her forehead on the refrigerator, “Are you okay?”

Maki made a huffing noise. “I have to go check on Dia.”

“Maki....”

And Eli was alone. Or maybe not.

“Better make that coffee, Eli-chi.” Eli turned, Nozomi stood in the archway, Eli’s robe wrapped around her. “I miss you. I haven’t been listening to what you've been trying to say. Help me fix this, my love.”

Eli was going to cry, Nozomi opened up her arms, and Eli rushed to be held, Nozomi’s fingers in her hair, Nozomi’s sweet, soft voice promising everything would work out.

A/N: Shakespeare season. How you?

[lashtoncurls]

Quarter after three(CH)

Summary: Calum can’t hide that he’s in love with best friend anymore.

Words: 2468

Warnings: cursing, smut

A/N: 3:15 by Bazzi inspired this. I love best friends to lovers, idk 🤷🏻‍♀️

Calum’s leg shook anxiously as they finished up interviews and PR stuff for day, but he couldn’t get his mind off of her. Every time they’ve been in Chicago, he had been tempted to go visit. They were two hours from the university she attended, and it was driving Calum crazy that he literally could get in a car and drive to her. He had been missing her like crazy even though it had been more than a year since their last encounter. Megan, his ex girlfriend, had gotten upset at their closeness and all the traveling made it impossible for him to visit.

“Hey, I’m gonna go somewhere.” He grabbed a bag and put some clothes on it before grabbing his wallet and making way out of the bus.

“Bro, we have to catch a fight at 8 tomorrow morning.” Luke stood in front him, trying to block his way out.

“Let him go, you ass.” Ashton laughed and punched his shoulder lightly “He just wants a private place to fuck Meg in peace.”

“I’m not going to see her. Bye.” Calum groaned and laughed at their crude jokes before he perished through them and towards his Uber.

The drive down seemed to last longer than two hours, his head rolling with thoughts of what she’d say about his impromptu visit. Would she be living in the same dorm? Is she dating anybody? He laughed at his silliness and rubbed his face while the driver signaled they were there. Calum got off the car and walked towards her building, smiling when he caught the sign that read ‘Knock or I’ll beat your ass, even if you live here’

Three knocks and a shaky breath later, the door opened to a beautiful girl with her hair in a bun and a long loose t-shirt that went to the tops of her thighs. Her eyes went wide at the sight of Calum and her cheeks blushed a deep red as she tried to pull the shirt lower.

“Hi.” He spoke softly as his eyes trailed her body.

“Hi.” Her response came seconds later as she watched him. It’d only been a year, but she could tell he’d grown in the way the jacket strained on his biceps and his big hands grasped the bag in them. The color in his hair made him look so much attractive than she’d thought before. But she couldn’t bring herself to say anything.

“Uh, come in.” She stepped aside and walked him through the flat, opening the door to her room and letting him in. Her roommate called from the kitchen and she excused herself. Calum nodded and sat on the bed before he got up and looked at the picture frames on the nightstand and the wall. A couple of them were of just them two from her time in LA, and the others were from the times she’d visited the band on tour. Calum smiled at what he knew was the last picture they’d taken together. Luke and Ashton had caught them watching movies and cuddling together; he was throwing popcorn at her mouth as they sat with their legs crossed in front of each other. He sighed as he recalled that being the night she told them she was transferring and the night Megan told him to stay away from her. At first, Calum laughed it off and told her that she was just being jealous and there was nothing to worry about; but having her stayed away with no phone calls made him realize that he actually felt something deeper for her. It might’ve been too late, he thought. But he had driven two hours just to see her.

“I forget you’re the king of impromptu visits, Hood.” She walked in and locked the door, pulling Calum out of his thoughts. She sat on the bed and rubbed her feet as she the tv on for background noise.

“Yeah, I guess.” He chuckled lightly and rubbed the back of neck, a nervous gesture she knew far too well.

“Listen-“

“I’m sorry I-“ They spoke at the same time and laughed, Calum taking a seat next to her.

“Is Megan here?” The question came out before she could think it through.

“No, we’re not really a thing anymore.” Calum shrugged and played with the rings on his fingers.

“Well I guess I can’t expect you to be okay with not getting laid.” The dry laugh she gave him made him cringe “All the paparazzi pics still picture you two together and she hangs around the group.”

“She’s friends with Sierra and Crystal. Can’t really stay away.” She nodded as they sat in silence and he shrugged.

“Why are you here Calum?” Her hand tucked a loose strand of her behind her ear as he bit his lower lip and admired the beautiful girl in front him. She was in nothing but a long t-shirt and no makeup, yet she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on. He placed a hand on her cheek as she leaned into the warmth of his calloused hands and sighed, her eyes closing.

“Because it drove me fucking insane that I hadn’t seen in you in a year and I couldn't stand the fact that I’d lost my best friend over a dumb girl who couldn’t understand our friendship and our past. And most importantly because I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore.” Before he could change his mind, Calum closed the space between them and leaned in for a kiss. The butterflies in his stomach began to flutter as her lips pressed against his in a soft yet passionate kiss. Her hands found themselves against his cheeks before he pulled back, caressing her jaw as she opened her eyes.

“I can’t do this again, Cal.” Her fingers traced her lips where they tingled from his and even though those words came out of her mouth, all she wanted to do was press her lips to his again and stay like that for as long she had him.

“I can’t stay away from you, angel.” The nickname slipped from his lips with ease as he caresses her jaw and neck once more “I’ve had to hold back from driving or flying all the way here just to see you. Home isn’t the same. And no matter what, no LA girl could compare to you. You’re fucking money without even trying. I mean, look at you. Nothing but a t-shirt on but you still blow my mind.” She noticed the way his cheeks flushed as he spoke and she smiled before attaching their lips again, this time moving them so she was straddling his lap.

“Why did we think that staying friends would work?” She whispered against his lips as her hands pinched his cheeks.

“We’ve always been best friends before anything, but fifteen year old me wasn’t sure that he’d want to fuck only one girl for the rest of his life.” Calum shrugged as his hands gripped her waist on top of him.

“I hate your dirty mouth, hood.”

“We both very well know you don’t.” Calum flipped them over and almost caused them to fall over from the small bed. She erupted in a fit of giggles as he kissed all over face before looking right in her eyes and biting her lower lip. They kissed like they hadn’t in a long time, and Calum now regretted all the times he made her cry and all the girls he’d brought over in front of her. They had made a pact that they’d always be friends, but somehow his love for her never went away and he craved what felt like home in a world where things were constantly changing. She kept him grounded and reminded him of who he was when he began to get lost in his thoughts while traveling constantly.

“Earth to Hood.” Her small hands found themselves underneath his shirt and he groaned as she lightly ran her nails on his back “Watcha ya thinking about?”

“Just how you’ve always been my home, and now I know why this year had been so hard without you in it.” He hid his face in the crook of her neck and began to leave wet, open mouthed kisses as she smiled before a low moan left her lips. Calum’s hands began to wander up the shirt, noticing how she wore nothing but panties and a sports bra. His fingers travelled from her thigh to her stomach and underneath the band of the bra. He looked up at her in search of a sign to stop, but instead she helped him remove the shirt and laid underneath him as he removed the leather jacket and hoodie he wore. After sharing a few more kisses and clothes being removed, She laid underneath him with her legs on either side of him and his hands were massaging her boobs before kissing lightly down her chest and stomach, to the hem of her panties.

“These have to come off now.” He whispered and lifted her legs to help her remove the lace fabric. With a few kisses to her thigh, he moved his head to her core and began to lick at her folds as he placed her thighs on his shoulders.

“Oh fuck, I forgot the things you could do with your tongue.” She tried to move above him, but one of Calum’s hands held her against the bed by her lower stomach. He chuckled and held his tongue flat on her clit, the vibrations sending a new wave of pleasure through her body.

“Want my fingers too, babygirl?” She looked down at him and nodded before he got up and stuck his index and middle fingers in her mouth, watching the way her eyes stayed on him as she licked and sucked on them. After that, Calum went back to work on her clit as he started with one finger; her head falling back on the pillow as she arched her back when his finger reached her g-spot. He pulled his finger out and inserted both that time, her hips bucking up to help her reach her high as Calum sucked and licked on her clit.

“Shit, Calum.” She moaned as her hands held on to his while her legs shook slightly as Calum fingered her through her orgasm. He moved up from between her legs and kissed her lips as he hovered above her. The clicking of a belt surprised him as she undid it and took his hard dick in her hands as she pushed his pants down and guided him to her core.

“I want to feel you.” He groaned at her words when he felt the tip of his dick rubbing her clot before lining up st her entrance and pushing in slightly. They both moaned at the pleasure of being like this again after so much time. Calum thrust in and out slowly while he kissed her lips and neck and she scratched his back when he hit a particular spot.

“I’m gonna come.” Calum pulled out and her hands wrapped around his dick as she helped him get to his high, spilling all over her stomach as he whispered her name and laid beside her while kissing her cheek and holding her hand.

“I’m gonna get cleaned up.” She whispered after they had caught their breath and she have Calum a kiss on the cheek as she walked off to her bathroom and left him alone to his thoughts.

He wanted to know how she felt about what had just happened. It wasn’t him being lonely while on tour, or him wanting a rebound. He truly loved her and he wanted her to know. Maybe having sex on the first time they had seen each other in so long hadn’t been his best idea, but it was the best he’d ever had.

When she returned in nothing but a towel and picked up his shirt from the pile of clothes on her floor, his mouth fell open at the way she looked in his clothes with damp hair and swollen lips.

“I’ll leave all my shirts if you’ll look this damn good in all of them.” He smiled and pulled her body towards his as she cuddled next to him and turned the volume of the television up. She returned the smile as they began to talk about how the tour had been so far and all the promo they’d been doing. He confessed that a lot of his songwriting had to do with his pent up feelings for her and she kissed him hard at this confession.

After a while they laid there and he noticed the clock on her nightstand read 3AM, a sigh leaving his lips as he closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the moment before he had to leave again. He took in her smile and the curve of her lips; the color on her eyes and the way her hair curled when it dried. He tried to remember the burn her warm lips caused on his skin and the way her nails had racked down his back.

“You have to leave soon, don’t you?” She asked, he hands still in his on his chest.

“Plane leaves at 8 back to LA.” She nodded on his chest before she looked up and placed her chin on his warm chest “If it was up to me, I’d fly you out there with a one way ticket.” He smirked and she laughed lightly.

“No shiny diamond ring? It is valentines day after all.” They both laughed as she pinched her cheek and they talked some more. It was now almost 4AM and time for him to call an Uber for the ride to the airport, but he wanted nothing more than just lay there with her as she traced the shapes of his chest tattoo.

“Me leaving doesn’t mean this will end. Seeing you smile and happy like this makes me want to stay here, but we both know I can’t.” She smiled and nodded, but her eyes did have a hint of sadness “I will fly out here as much as I want and i promise to fly you out as much too. I meant it when I said that girls back home are nothing compared to you. And after tonight, I want no one else but you.” They kissed and laid in silence until he really had to leave. They shared kisses and light touches, his fingers itching to remember the way her soft skin felt against him.

Calum’s flight back was him in his feels about the night he’d spent with her cuddled in her small college dorm and how he wanted nothing but to be back there with her.

Tags: @slimthicccal @angelbbycal @heaven-high-water @roselukes @dweebluke @calumhampton @irwinkitten @lukesflaredpants @uncrownedqueeen @calthesensation @toofadedtofight @snapbackcake @myloverboyash

[chimchimchoo]

Fly Me to the Moon :: Ch 4

Genre: Pure fluff crack

Word Count: 1,506

Pair: Yoongi x Jimin

Collaborated with @tayvengeance

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

“CHEER UP THIS SAD, EMO BOY!”

02-222-3333

Jimin stared at the note on the bathroom wall for a solid 5 minutes before he pulled out his phone and typed in the number.

authors note: we do not own any of the pictures, for better formatting so it’s more comfortable to read, check it out on AO3! AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14944508/chapters/34790039 Twitters: Tae’s Sujin’s <3 - Tae & sujin

Chat With Hobi_wan_kenobi

2015.12.26

12:00

SUGA:

Hey

Hobiiiiiii

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

Hyungg

MY SUGAR

MERRY (belated) CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!

SUGA:

You messaged me merry christmas everyday

from the 20th until yesterday

and even though Christmas is over

you are STILL at it

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

*gASP*

Sugar, every day is christmas until January

why are you like this to me :(

don’t kill my christmas spirit

speaking of christmas

did you have a bANGIN NIGHT?

SUGA:

why did you crop that pic of all of us

NO ONE IS SAFE FROM BECOMING A MEME

also

We didn’t have sex

why is that your first thought

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

i’m extremely disappointed

i’ve seen the way you two look at each other

did you at least TELL HIM YOUR FEELINGS?

come on, we all know you two are so whipped for each other

come o  n

SUGA:

I told him.

He reciprocated

we kissed a few times (a lot)

I held him as we slept

Woke up with him

god, do you know how amazing it is to fall asleep

and wake up with someone you love?

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

Oh?

oH

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCKING FINALLY

THANK THE MOTHER FUCKING LORD

TOOK YOU TWO LONG ENOUGH

If either of you hadn’t done anything about it anytime soon

i owuld have smashed your heads together mySELF

SUGA:

You all act as if we’ve been in love for years

and have been putting off our engagement.

I’ve literally known Jimin for like a month.

and

AND

SOCIAL ANXIETY PREVENTS ME FROM HAVING

SIMPLE CONVERSATIONS, OKAY

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

yes i understand that sugar

but in all my years knowing you

i’ve never seen you once look at anyone like this

besides a fucking piano

(at least its a human this time)

(thank fucking god)

SUGA:

IT’S NOT LIKE I WAS GONNA FUCK MY PIANO

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

there arE KINKS OUT THERE HYUNG

KINKS YOU COULDN’T POSSIBLY IMAGINE

it’s okay i’ll love and accept you however you are

:)

SUGA:

My only kink is the way Jimin looks at me

when I know he’s thinking about us

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

jesus christ hyung

you’re whipped

SUGA:

I know.

I am.

Help me.

I don’t know what to do.

I can’t ruin this.

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

this is very cliche

but just keep being yourself hyung

chim chim obviously likes you for who you are

SUGA:

But

what if I do something

and he realizes just how messed up I am?

I can’t bring him home to my family.

Will that ever come between us?

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

Hyung

he likes /you/

not your family

I think the description i wrote before,

“sad emo boy”

just about summed up who you are

and he was drawn in just by those words

you don’t have anything to be concerned about hyung

I hear him mutter about you during dance breaks

and worry about whether you’re getting any sleep or not

it’s kind of disgusting how much he worries

SUGA:

He texts me a lot late at night.

checking in on me.

I kind of look forward to those texts.

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

well i mean

he is your /boyfriend/ now

what kind of person would you be

if you didn’t

SUGA:

Holy shit.

He’s my boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend

And his name is Park Jimin

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

damn fucking right you do

now go tell that to the whole world

Chat With YOU MOTHERFUCKERS STOP CHANGING THE CHAT NAME

2015.12.26

12:30

SUGA:

Hey

guys

I’m dating Jimin

can you believe?

My Boyfriend Is Park Jimin

iq.148:

look at him you guys

the emo boy is whipped

Worldwide Handsome:

About time you two got together.

Kookie Monster:

But lik Jimins a whol soft boy

nd ur a whol emo boy

The.V.Zone:

YES. Y E S

I FUCKIF TOLD U GYUS THAT THEY WOULD HIT IT OFF ON CHRISTMAS

Kookie hun bun i kno ur my lovely bf but u owe me $50

Kookie Monster:

they warnd me abt ths in High school musical

i shldv known

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

SUGA:

WAIT YOU BET ON THIS, TAE?

The.V.Zone:

oh cum on

it was 2 easy

evryone was in on it too

rite guise

iq.148:

what

uh

no

Worldwide Handsome:

I did no such thing.

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

tae what are you on?

Kookie Monster:

Tae, tht was jst u n me

The.V.Zone:

oh damn

well i have $50 now

DRINKS ON ME GUYS

except for kook

Kookie Monster:

u cnt use a minrs money 2 buy drinks

The.V.Zone:

oh shush honey

money iz money

juss give it to me in cash boo

in fact chim chim is going to yoongi’s tonight

just come over

u kno

come over™

SUGA:

ew don’t solicit sex from Jungkook on this chat

iq.148:

jesus christ taehyung

go fold your laundry or something

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

Worldwide Handsome:

You know, sugar free cereal was created to help young boys

to stop masterbating, because people believed the sugar in

their cereal caused impure thoughts.

SO STOP EATING THE SUGAR FREE CEREAL

AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF

The.V.Zone:

yes mom™

SUGA:

Speaking of Jimin

where is he?

I thought FOR SURE my boyfriend would have something

to say regarding my initial message

The.V.Zone:

he’s prolly busy eating sugar free cereal

Kookie Monster:

but he dsnt need

wait

WAIT

th cereal stops u frm jackn off

i get it now

The.V.Zone:

oh you innocent boy you

my baby boo

this is why i love you

iq.148:

jesus christ

Worldwide Handsome:

Mochi_Moves:

I woke up to 65 messages

what’s going on

Aww Mint Yoongi

look at you

telling the whole world i’m your boyfriend

c:

i love waking up to sweet things

SUGA:

You went BACK to sleep after I went home?

baby, we could have stayed in bed longer if you

were tired.

Mochi_Moves:

Its hard to sleep when you’re on my mind all night c:

wait WHEN DID TAE MAKE A BET ON US

Worldwide Handsome:

Oh my goD!

They are so domESTIC~

Kookie Monster:

aftr u sent th frst txt to him

Hobi_wan_kenobi:

I’m gonna throw up

they’re so fucking cute

The.V.Zone:

Kook honey why dont u luv me like this

SUGA:

Hoseok I’ll make you rue the day u called me emo

Mochi_Moves:

but honey if he didn’t

he wouldn’t have written your number on the stall

and we would have never met like this :c

Kookie Monster:

ur not a rmantic lik yoongi

SUGA:

Call me emo boy in every universe, so that I know

Jimin will find me in each one.

Mochi_Moves:

Awww Mint Yoongi

you’re making me blush

<3

iq.148

eugh

stop

pls

Worldwide Handsome:

luckily the other one is always in his producing room

so while we do live with him

we like never see him

It’s like living with Batman.

We know The Batman lives with us, but we only ever see Bruce Wayne.

SUGA:

damn I have enough emotional baggage to be compared

to Batman.

Kookie Monster:

Iv nvr seen Yoongi n Batman in th same room

iq.148:

Kook…

The.V.Zone:

oh honey, this is why i luv u

Mochi_Moves:

He’s always in the producing room??

Does he at least come out to eat??

Jin hyung do you feed him?

Does he sleep?

Worldwide Handsome:

You think I slave away making the finest cuisine available

in my price range and DON’T force him to eat it?

Trust me, I get him to eat.

It’s when I have to work late and can’t make dinner that he’s

on his own.

Mochi_Moves:

I’m glad I can count on you hyung c:

iq.148:

why am I never around for Jin’s best meals :(

SUGA:

Try not working the graveyard shift

Then maybe you’d get to eat the delicious meals he makes

Worldwide Handsome:

I mean I label the tupperware with the leftovers.

What more do you want from me?

Is it too much work to open a fucking refrigerator, Namjoon?

SUGA:

holy shit take this to the roomie chat

Kookie Monster:

Tae my mum said I cn com ovr tonite btw

The.V.Zone:

ahh yes

come over™

Hobi_wan_kenobi

jfc tae keep it in your pants

Worldwide Handsome:

HE ASKED HIS MOTHER PERMISSION TO COME OVER TO

YOUR PLACE

NOT CUM ALL OVER YOUR PLACE

JFC

The.V.Zone:

yes mom™

Mochi_Moves:

Honey I don’t think I should come over tonight

someone needs to babysit these two

SUGA:

Mochi_Moves:

or

you can come babysit with me

c:

The.V.Zone:

no plz

i dont want to see u 2 droolin over each other

SUGA:

okay, but like weren’t you two literally together

the entire week of christmas?

why the rush to have Kookie over, Tae?

The.V.Zone:

:)

iq.148:

that smile concerns me

Kookie Monster:

Tae, u said wed wtch all th Iron Man mvies

SUGA:

This is so innocent

Worldwide Handsome:

I don’t think Jungkook knows how to even kiss with

a lil bit of tongue.

The.V.Zone:

you clearly don’t know him :)

Mochi_Moves:

tae please keep this to yourself thx

Kookie Monster:

Taeeee wat lies r u feedn

SUGA:

Jungkook… ISN’T innocent?

Is

Is that what I’m getting?

Kookie Monster:

>.<

dnt lisn to Tae

The.V.Zone:

he’s full of surprises I tell u

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The.V.Zone:

it’s just u n me bby

Kookie Monster:

ur tearin ths famly aprt

The.V.Zone:

i only need u in my life <3

Kookie Monster:

[payspersonal]

Distracted//Min Yoongi

➤ Pairing - Yoongi x Reader

➤ Summary -  Yoongi starts remembering little memories from the past 5 years of spending time with you while you sleep in his room after falling asleep crying into his chest.

➤ Word Count - 1.8k

➤ Genre - Fluff (I’m trying this for once)

➤ Warning(s)/Heads-up - This is not as sad as the prologue and chapter one but there are sad scenes.

➤ Author’s Note - . I just want to say that I’m not good at texting people, so when they text, the texts will be displayed in bolded italic words as I am too lazy to download a fake texts app. This chapter is told in Yoongi’s perspective in Second Person’s POV. I’m sorry that this is short. This is all I could come up with for Chapter 2m since I’ve been busy today.

➤  Parts - Prologue - CH 1 - CH 2

After hearing your sobs quiet down, Yoongi had thought you stopped crying. Slowly unfisting your hands from his shirt, he moved your hair out of your face, seeing your eyes shut, snoring softly into his shirt.

Instantly, his heartstrings tugged. It was like he was seeing you for the first time all over again, yet it was him you were holding onto.

Five years ago, Jimin had been texted by his childhood best-friend, asking if they could go to the amusement park together, as they had not seen each other in awhile, due to Jimin practicing after their debut.

Texting her, he had asked if his band members came along, which she said yes too, wanting to get to know her best friend’s new bandmates.

Yoongi took quick, unnoticed glances at her every time she looked away, studying her unspoken beauty. He pondered to himself how could you look so amazing and beautiful in such a simple t-shirt and jean outfit.

After the day of fun, Jimin’s best friend had started getting tired. Already falling asleep on Jimin’s shoulder, he had picked her up, fisting her hands, taking his shirt into her hands as she held onto him as he held her.

Yoongi looked over discretely Jimin’s shoulder, looking at her face, feeling his heart start to quicken, it pounding in his chest as his eyes were trained on your sleeping, angelic face. looking ahead of him as they crowded into the van to go to her apartment then to the dorms.

He sighed, gathering you in his arms and picked you up, carrying you into his room. He gently laid you down and sat next to you as he pulled the comforter over your small figure, moving some of your hair that fell in front of your face when he laid you down.

Placing his hand on your right cheek, he raked his thumb gently over your soft cheek, “I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you.”, he admitted, whispering while looking down at your puffy, red eyes and red cheeks. 

He was the cause of your pain, adding onto your past pain, the one you had spoken to him a handful of times, yet was silent about it the rest of the time.

He could remember vividly he found you sobbing in your apartment when you had asked him to help you move boxes to your new apartment, and since the boys were busy with their schedules, he was the only one available to help you move boxes into your car.

Going to knock on the apartment door that you were moving out of, before he could knock, the door slowly opened, opening enough to let him walk in easily.

Moving past the stacks of boxes here and there, he started to move around to find you and start moving the boxes before it got dark.

Passing a few doors, he heard muffled sobs. Growing naturally curious, he followed the sound of the sobbing, opening a bedroom door to find you sitting on a windowsill, your knees pulled close to your chest, your elbows resting on your knees, and your head in your hands as you cried, your hair falling on either side of your face, covering your facial features from Yoongi’s view. 

“Y/N?”, Yoongi spoke, curiosity and worry laced in his voice, watching as you sniffled, immediately wiping the tears with the back of your hands, trying to get rid of them as much as possible, but to no avail, they kept falling without your consent.

“Y-Ya?”,  you hiccuped, still trying to get rid of the damned tears.

He slowly walked over to you, carefully. Once standing right next to you, he gathered you in his arms, sitting down on the mattress of the bed close by.

When Yoongi had picked you up and transferred you onto his lap, it was like a gate had hit you in the face. Everything broke loose, the tears, your heart, and your soul. You had never accepted what had happened to you, because you always kept yourself from realizing the truth, anything to keep the depressed and truthful feelings away.

You told yourself it was always a dream, but your skin said otherwise, so did your family.

You never wanted to accept the truth, because to you, it all made no sense. None of it did.

Yoongi rubbed your back caringly and slowly, his other arm draped over legs as he let you soak his t-shirt with your tears. He wouldn’t pressure you into telling him what was wrong. He knew the only thing you needed right now was to be held and comforted, not to be bombarded with questions.

You spent your night being held by Yoongi, even when you fell asleep. He only left when he needed to take off his shoes and jacket, then crawling back into the comfortable bed and bringing you into his chest, caressing some of your soft hair, soon falling asleep himself, his heart pounding as he had you close to him.

He sighed, remembering that, the first time he held you in his arms. He remembered how fast his heart sped up when he first put his arms around your back and under your knees. He remembered how comforting your body felt against his. He remembered when he fell asleep next to you, that it was like your body molded into his, like two pieces of a puzzle put together.

Another memory popped in his head when you had accidentally confessed to Yoongi through text when you thought you were talking to Jimin.

Yoongi heard his phone vibrate thinking it was one of the guys telling him not to forget to eat or drink since he was at the studio that night to work on the next comeback.

Groaning, he went over to his phone, unlocking it and opened it to see a text from you, saying “Seriously Jimin, stop picking on me. You’re just jealous I think he’s cuter than you.”

He smiled lightly to himself, then chuckled, finding it amusing how you thought you were texting Jimin, yet texted him. In his chest, he felt a stab of jealousy. Why were you not telling him, also, about who you liked? Didn’t you trust him? Other than Jimin, you said he was your best friend, the second person you trusted in the band the most. 

“Who’s cute?”, he felt his thumbs moving over the screen, the jealousy getting the best of him. Before he knew what he was doing, the text was sent, showing the message was read the next few seconds.

“Yoongi, idiot. The latest selca he posted is so adorable!”, with that, you attached a picture. (Prepare yourselves. I’m using my fave pic of him)

“Ugh! He keeps making having a crush on him harder and harder. I just want to kiss his face!”, you exclaimed through text. Seeing that text, he started to blush, making his pale skin blush bright red, making his heart pound in his chest loudly in his ears.

“Y/N...”, he hesitantly texted back.

“Ya, I know I know. I’ve been talking about him a lot lately, and I’m sorry, but I can’t help that your hyung keeps playing with my emotions like this.”, you texted back.

He coughed to himself, feeling like he was choking on nothing when he saw your text.

“Y/N... It’s Yoongi that you are texting...”, he typed slowly, then sending the message. He was the “Read” notification but saw nothing being typed back. He started to get worried. Did you block him?

“I’m so sorry! I meant to text Jimin! Please delete everything I said!”, you begged through the texts. He frowned, he knew you must’ve been embarrassed, but he felt the exact same towards you. He didn’t want to delete the texts because he thought you were so cute fangirling, only since it was about him and not another man.

“Y/N, I like you too. Don’t ignore me, please.”, he texted back, anxiously waiting for a response.

“Alright... But if you like me, and I like you....”, he smiled at the text, knowing what you were trying to bravely hint to him.

“I’ll pick you up this Saturday. Be ready at 7 p.pm. and I’ll pick you up at your apartment.”, he replied back, smiling and put down his phone as he got back to writing lyrics.

He remembered how beautiful you were on the date, wearing a simple black dress that wasn’t too tight but accentuated your curves, black heels, your hair styled to fit your face, and minimum makeup.

You looked so beautiful in such a simple outfit for a date. He wished he could have taken a picture and would have set it as his home screen on his phone if he could have.

To him, you were always beautiful, never has he thought you were ugly, even when you were sick and your hair was in a messy bun and were in baggy sweats and one of his shirts that you had stolen from him. 

You were always beautiful to him.. Ugly was not a word to describe you and if anyone had called you such a word, or any word close to it, he swore he would pummel them. You were his baby and he was your protector.

He laid down next to you on his bed, getting slightly comfortable next to you as he turned on his side to look at your face. 

It’s been two weeks since he has been this close to you, other than when he had pulled you into his lap earlier, but he felt more peaceful this time if that could happen, seeing your face as you slept.

It might have sounded weird, but he loved watching you sleep. You looked so beautiful and peaceful while you slept, especially when you smiled in your sleep from dreaming.

He wished he could have stayed here for hours, but he knew you’d leave soon after you got up, which would probably be hours from now, seeing how you had dark circles under your eyes, which usually weren’t there.

He lightly moved his hand, placing it on your head, smoothing down your hair again, still admiring your face.

Removing his hand. he wrapped it around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Once you were in his chest, he felt you cuddle closer. He then moved his unoccupied arm to put under your body, hugging you close to him, inhaling the kiwi shampoo that made your hair smell amazing when you were dating. He knew you used it because he said it smelled amazing the day after a shower when you were cuddling and watching a movie.

Closing his eyes, he relished in the warmth and comfort your body gave off as he held you close. He sighed contently to himself then yawned.

He’d been sleep deprived for days, not being able to cope while you weren’t around, you being the thing he needed to have to fall asleep comfortably while he slept.

Now being with you, around you again, he felt drowsiness finally effect him, making him start to slip into sleep, dreaming of the happy memories he had with you.

[toreadorwriter]

Ch 4 of what happens in the dark part 1

Chapter 3.5:

“Anatole, there is no time.  Put on this shirt and run a comb through your hair. We have to leave NOW. “ 

Alysa threw a burgundy dress shirt at the perplexed man and also began to strip off her well-loved shirt, ignoring the fact they were standing in the middle of the house. VV politely dove deeper into her book and averted her eyes, while Yuki asked the pair to kindly relocate somewhere else. 

Normally, when Alysa  had a feeling like this, it was for a quickly established reason. Go here and meet Anatole for the first time.  Pick up this book found on the street and go to the arcade, turns out it belongs to the children having some fun after sports practice. This time, it was accompanied by a sense of danger. 

“Anatole, your collar needs to be fixed” He tugged his shirt into place. 

“Is this one of your Jedi feelings again?”

“Yes, we need to go to a fancy restaurant in Hollywood. There is a dress code. Please follow it.”

“You do know that if you want to go out, you can just ask me. I won’t bite unless you ask” Anatole said with a devilish grin, “You don’t have to hide behind your powers.”

“Save the philosophy for later, we need to leave”

Yuki launched one of the many pillows at them to further emphasize her point. Alysa stopped by her room and grabbed a dress and pulled it on before leaving the apartment.

Chapter 4:

Jewel stepped out into the night,  wearing a beautiful shimmering red dress with the matching pumps and the black Louis Vitton purse that Romero had gotten her for her 24th birthday. Adorning her neck,  she wore another gold necklace set with her name engraved in the pendant. Issac let his eyes wander down the backless dress that showed off his lover's curves. There were only a few things in his unlife that he truly appreciated, one of them was beautiful women in elegant but sexy clothing that was also classy.  Second, fine entertainment and third, beautiful fashion. Fourth, both his lovers in general. When his favorites were combined into a night out with his loves, nothing would ruin his mood. 

Jewel’s hair was curled and the Toreador admired the way her mid length hair swirled around her face and framed it like a beautiful Christmas wreath. He couldn't help but admire Romero too once he stepped into view. The poor young man had been coerced to wear his gold suit and a sparkly tie to match and his hair was slicked back nicely, but not of his own volition. Isaac noticed he looked a bit embarrassed and he took the other man's hand and kissed it, causing the other to blush making the old vampire chuckle. This night was going to be a night to remember for centuries. The driver opened the door to the navy limousine and let the three lovers in before politely closing the door and getting in the driver's seat.

The ride to Isaac's restaurant was a quiet one. Not that it bothered Isaac, but he couldn't help but feel like they were being watched somehow. The vampire shrugged it off, he was probably just being paranoid. Being Baron usually made one so especially during these final nights and paranoia was part of the job description. He couldn't trust anyone but Romero and Jewel these days. Two hours finally passed and the three arrived at their destination completely unaware at first of Alysa and her boyfriend Anatole. They approached the trio and Alysa happily greeted them.

'Oh Jewel, I was wondering where you were and what a *coincidence* you are out on a date at the same time and place as us! And it’s amazing how our tables are next to each other” Alyssa said. 

“Odd, I never told her where we were going” Jewel thought. What an odd way to crash a date, but at least it was never boring when the Malkavians decided to gather. 

The two women embraced while Anatole awkwardly stood behind them. He  wore a well tailored suit while Alysa sported a messy bun and a gothic lace Midi dress. Jewel noticed one of her shoes was a purple dress shoe and the other was a green high top. 

'' What a surprise, I didn't think I'd run into you both here. What are you guys up to?" Jewel asked.

 Alysa explained they were out on a date which excited the necromancer, who took the opportunity to  proudly show that she was now engaged. Alysa excitedly begin to formulate wedding plans until they were herded into the restaurant's VIP section. 

The group was alone in the room, and one could drink whatever their undead hearts desired without fear of breaking the masquerade. Ghouled waiters in tuxedos brought in appetizers and drinks for the humans and politely ignored the stares from the curious patrons in the other sections. 

 Romero watched as the vampires drank down their blood.  He had ordered a soup and salad, not that he was dieting or anything, he just didn't really feel hungry or really up to eating anything right now. He also felt like they were being watched but he couldn't tell why, so he pretended everything was fine and  each time his soon to be wife and husband spoke to him he just laughed and nodded and hoped to God it wasn't a question. Thirty minutes later, the food arrived and Jewel just about melted in her chair. Isaac had the chef prepare a heart-shaped pizza and the pepperoni spelled out “I love you.” 

Alysa immediately ruined the romantic moment between the lovers by forgetting to turn off the flash of her phone’s camera and began to laugh at everyone’s faces in the camera. 

When Alysa turned the phone around to show the group, Romero noticed something was off about the background. Was that a shadow in the mirror? They were the only ones in this room, and he was keeping track of who entered and exited. 

''What the hell is that?" He asked pointing to the cloudy figure in the picture.

“What's what?" Jewel asked, curiously leaning in and biting her lip. 

“it's probably just a photobomb, the waiter probably jumped into the pic accidentally and that’s why it's like that." She explained.

Romero wasn't buying that explanation.

Alysa sarcastically said “Maybe it's a spooky ghost” and Anatole took the phone out of her hand and began to take a closer look. 

Anatole began to speak “That is definitely not a photobomb, it’s an-”, but the sound of shattering glass interrupting him. 

People began to run out of the building and the night was filled with the sounds of cellphones ringing and panic. 

Anatole turned around in the blink of an eye and punched into the darkness. 

In the dim light, a figure appeared into view and everyone in the room could watch it fall into the Champagne tower. Clawing at Anatole and ripping into his flesh, the figure lashed out and pulled himself out of the fountain and into full view. 

The assailant stood up, and shadows seemed to grow and rise off the ground. He stretched out his arms as if asking for a challenge and began to lunge towards Jewel. Unfortunately for him,Anatole was older and faster and less arrogant, and he reached out with his mind and requested the Lasombra to be still. 

He froze in place, unmoving, unblinking, unbreathing.

Alysa and Romero escorted Jewel out of the room, and began to usher the rest of the humans out of the restaurant. 

Anatole staked the frozen shadow with a chair leg and lowered him to the ground. Isaac wrapped him up in the pizza- stained tablecloth.

“I hate to say this, but we need to go to the prince. There is no reason for any Lasombra to be in my domain in Hollywood, and there is no chance he is here to go sight-seeing. Let’s inform the prince know he needs to take his pet back and train him better.” Isaac said while lifting the bundle like it was weightless. 

Leaving through the kitchen and exiting from the staff entrance, Isaac and Anatole walked nonchalantly through the chaos and carried the staked man to the alleyway. Sirens blared in the distance and a car approached. 

Alysa rolled down the window and called out,

“Hey, think I figured out why we needed to go out to dinner tonight. Don’t ask where the car is from because I won’t tell you.”

Jewel and Romero were in the back seat of the car, faces pale and harried. 

Throwing the body in the trunk, Anatole and Isaac climbed in. 

Alysa began to drive and all the passengers immediately wished they were back at the restaurant on solid ground.

Meanwhile in LA’s new Ivory Tower...

Prince William busily sighed away at important documents regarding kindred society and his business while his sheriff and lover  Ms. Balewa stood guard over him protectively. No one was allowed in or out. Theoretically, anyhow. 

The door flew open and Ms. Balewa reached into the waistband of her coat. 

A white cloth landed on the ground with a thud, and a Brady Bunch of other kindred appeared in the room behind it, 

Romero and Anatole harshly uncovered the tied up Lasombra and removed the stake. An unholy scream pierced the air and rattled the windows. 

Baron Isaac gave Prince William a pointed look while the ghouls winced from the loud wail.

 ''Who are you and what are you doing in my city?" Prince William asked the Lasombra, trying to remain calm but it was obvious that he was pissed beyond words.To his amazement the, Lasombra laughed and the sound sent chills down the human’s spines.

''You think I'm scared of you, Ventrue? You are nothing but a wannabe prince in a line of wannabe princes in a city that's one of the worst places on earth! I don't know why you’re even allowing this little whore over here to be baroness!... But before he could finish Isaac with the speed of a cheetah.

Isaac quickly grabbed him by the throat and squeezed so hard that the gang were afraid he was going to snap his neck! The lasombra began to dissolve into shadow as Isaac began to snarl threats at him. 

The Prince interupted the attempted murder. “ Mr. Abrams, that is enough. You are not the Prince of LA, I am. You do not have the authority to decide this man’s fate.”

Isaac was left holding nothing and shadows materialized next to him and became the attacker. 

“Wait, how do you know about the new barons? That announcement has not happened yet.” Isaac looked to the other Anarchs for help, but their faces were blank with fear at being in an Ivory Tower.  

Isaac turned to leave but was grabbed by the sheriff and forced to look at the prince. 

“You know, none of this would have happened if you just gave up on the Barony and joined the Ivory Tower. If you did not have baronesses, this man would not have had any reason to attack you.” Willam turned to look at the shadow dancer.

“For now, I will not kill you, but you will be questioned and put on trial. No matter your business in my domain, you should have made your presence known to me to gain permission to be here.”

 Isaac looked at Jewel. “The baroness will have to be under strict watch until we find out who sent him and who he's working for. The announcement will be postponed, even though it sounds like the news has already spread amongst the other kindred."

 Prince William sat down in his chair and sipped at a blood mixed wine.''Thank you all for reporting this, it will be dealt with appropriately. And Issac, the offer to join the Tower still stands. I can only offer you protection if we are on the same side.” 

“I will never join the tower. Thank you for your offer. Jewel, I will look into who sent the attacker to us and I will call a blood hunt on them, I cannot allow the kindred in Hollywood to kill each other off.”

The Prince indicated he was done dealing with the rabble, and the Anarch left the office. Isaac had many problems now and with the restaurant being thrashed and the safety of his bride, he was starting to worry more and more. Taking out his phone, the vampire hesitated before texting the number to Jewel's parents. 

“Mr. And Mrs. Price, we need to talk”

The response was immediate.

''We will discuss whatever it is in person, this line is not secure. Let us all meet tonight at 8:00pm." 

 Isaac had a lump in his throat. “So be it,” he thought to himself, “ I'll let Jewel know”  He texted back “understood” and pocketed his phone.

Isaac thanked Anatole and Alysa for their help and promised to give them a boon later on should they ever need anything. He then told Romero and Jewel to follow him as he called the limo, it wasn't safe for them at his old haven so the vacation Haven would have to do for tonight.

''We can't go back home and you can't go back to the house either, Jewel, we can't risk endangering your roommates or you whatsoever. Who ever is after you is probably upset that your going to be a baroness or it's chance, but I don’t think it is chance" Issac said. He really hated to do this, but he couldn't risk losing her. Luckily, his ghouls knew better than to argue.

“So much for an engagement dinner.” Jewel thought to herself.

Saying their goodbyes, the vampires and ghouls departed and the limo came up and picked them up. On their way to the second Haven, Jewel had fallen asleep on the way there but Romero was as tense as ever. Reaching over, Iissac rubbed soothing circles on his hands,  but still the ghoul was on edge, and who could blame him? Tonight was a rather shocking and nerve wracking as it is. Romero gave him a small smile, but it was one of nervousness. The drive to the haven was quiet.Two hours later, Isaac gently shook Jewel awake as they arrived at the other haven. The ghoul stretched and got out of the car, and the two were ushered in. Issac tipped the driver a very handsome amount of cash and with a commanding voice, told the driver “Forget where this is and what happened tonight.” The ghoul happily accepted the cash before driving away. 

Walking inside, Issac flipped on the lights and the three got settled in for the night.

Kicking her heels off, Jewel walked up the stairs and walked up to her room. Well, beauty room to be exact and closed the door behind her. Sitting down at her vanity, the necromancer muttered an incantation and the vanity mirror shone bright before opening up a portal to her roommate Susi's room, which scared the living daylights out of her and her boyfriend Mercurio. ''Jewel, goddamn it! How many times did we tell you not to do that magical shit unexpectedly!" 

 Mercurio angrily quipped before holding a hand to his heart and Susi just laughed as Jewel rolled her eyes.

''Look, I'm sorry, okay. But something bad happened today and I'm going to have to be put under protection from Isaac."  Jewel confessed and Susi and Mercurio froze .

“What? Why? They asked, a look of deep concern shone on their faces.

Jewel explained the events of the night to them and the couple exchanged worried looks.

“Hey, where are you? Are you going to be safe?" Susi asked.

And Jewel smiled but waved it off. '' I'm at Isaac’s vacation home. Don't worry, we have everything under control. They tried to kill me, but trying the second time is an immediate death wish. Besides, I placed a spell on the house and myself so nobody could track us. This isn't my first rodeo after all." Jewel replied calmly while a ghostly familiar helped her take her makeup off while the other handed her a mirror before floating off towards her wardrobe.

 Mercurio looked like he wanted to say something but stopped himself. Jewel was stubborn and he heard she was even harder to convince to stop doing things. When she made up her mind, the perfume bottle on the vanity vibrated and that meant she was receiving another call.

 Jewel tried to smile through it. “I love you both but i have to go now we'll talk tomorrow." She promised.

Susi frowned, crossing her arms in disapproval.  ''Alright, goodnight. but please stay safe." she asked. 

“Will do,” Jewel promised before pressing her finger to the mirror and closing the chat. Picking up the next call, Two appeared through the mirror, looking a bit peeved. Why he so mad at her? Then it dawned on her. She completely forgot she promised to watch horror flicks with him. 

When it rains, it monsoons.