#also fr if this flops i will cry (again)

[spookyji]

# his girl !! … nsfw

synopsis. jaemin likes it a little too much when you’re a little dumb,,, after all, you’re his girl to spoil.

tw. minors dni + nsfw !! somewhat bimbo f!reader, cocky jaem, college au, breeding kink, size kink, fingering, dumbification, pet names (his girl, princess)

a/n. my apologies to feminism uM this was a bit out of my control at this point loll it’s been so long since i wrote an actual fic ahaha this took forever

################################

it wasn’t his really fault. if he tried, he could have prevented your cute little sobbing mess,,, if it wasn’t for the fact that you’re cutest to jaemin when you’re a little useless. fat tears welling up in your pretty eyes, crying into his pillow because you just couldn’t understand anything on that last exam, your muffled whines still audible through your hiccups, it just didn’t make any sense! ’m gonna fail! and sitting at his desk, thighs slightly spread as his arm rests over the back of his desk chair, jaemin watches your little sob fest that inevitably comes around every exam season because it’s just so hard, isn’t it?

it wasn’t really his fault you failed again though… except for the fact that he could’ve had something to do with how you had next to no studying done,, given that you’re just so perfect when you’re preoccupied with jaemin making you feel a little too good, making you conveniently forget about the next day’s tests. and it certainly didn’t have to do with how often he lets you come over, slapping his thigh for your cute ass to come sit down, a hand on your hip slipping a little lower before you can even pick up your pencil. so maybe you couldn’t think straight when you already arrived late to your exam… not if jaemin fucked your cute brain out a little too hard the night before.

and it’s not like he meant to make you fail… it was going to happen either way. jaemin and his straight a’s, flawlessly making his way through his years and charming professors, recruiters, anyone who spoke to him could hardly resist slipping their business card into his hands. he really tried to tutor you at first, his darling girlfriend with a penchant for failure. somewhere mid way through a library tutoring session, your pretty lips pursed in a pout of confused frustration because for some reason, nothing he tried seemed to ever work itself out in your cute head. and maybe it had to do with your pretty lips also wrapped around his big cock and doe eyes looking up at him so sweetly rather than on the papers in front of you, fingers clinging to his thighs and his fingers threaded through your hair. and so maybe your little girlfriend-boyfriend tutoring sessions lost their original purpose, coming over to his apartment saying you’ll really try today,,, but jaemin knows better than that, and it’s not something he minds at all.

“c’mere princess,” jaemin gently murmurs as you peek out from behind his pillows, wet trails down your cheeks only enhancing your pretty features, your glossy eyes fixed on him as he pats his thigh invitingly, as if to beckon over his girl. when you hesitate, swaddled in his sheets, a soft sigh escapes his lips as a faint smile finds its way on his lips before he sits on his bed side. “this way better?” nodding tearily, your cheek resting on his shoulder when you crawl into his lap and arms, warmed by his presence and familiar heartbeat beneath your fingertips. “shhh, don’t worry about a thing, love,” jaemin breathes, tucking your face into the crook into his neck. and a slight smirk crosses his lips when you wrap your arms around his neck. his poor, dumb, sweet girl.

“i– i really t-thought i could do it–!” you whimper, “‘m so d-dumb.” true. “you’re just not meant for this…” jaemin murmurs, his hand resting on the small of your back comfortingly, “you’re meant for me, though.” lips pressed to the crown of your head, a reassuring kiss planted to your mind that’s a little useless for anything important. not that he’s against that.

“r-really?” your pretty eyes meeting his as you tilt your head back to meet his warm gaze, adoration warming his chest at your trust and faith in him, because he can’t help but love your innocence. “more than anything,” his fingers trail over your cheeks before holding your face as delicately as one would hold glass, “you know i love you, no matter what. even if you’re not meant for taking classes that don’t make sense to you. even if you’re always distracting me.” he smiles, unable to suppress the many memories of your cute self being the one obstacle in his life. ever. just as you’re meant to be forever.

“wouldn’t have put this here if i didn’t mean it,” he gently reminds you, fingers holding yours before pressing a delicate kiss to the promise ring sitting prettily on your ring finger, meant to keep his word. and he always means it,,, his sweet girl, can’t do even the slightest thing without him… just the way you’re meant to be. and the little smile that graces your perfectly shaped lips reminds him a little more how much he loves you, useless and all. “you don’t have to worry about a thing, i’ll always be here for you.”

and when his hand rubs your bare thigh slowly, soothing and reassuring, his lips slot against yours in a saccharine kiss, as if time pauses for a brief moment, time locked like your lips pressed to his. whispers exchanged between gasps of air, trapped in his arms against his broad chest, never a thought of hesitation. a string of saliva hanging from your parted lips for a second before his lips find yours once more, unable to bear parting for more than a breath of oxygen. heat pooling in your core, in only the way jaemin can trigger, thighs rubbing together in a weak attempt to alleviate the burning need, feeling warmth race beneath your skin wherever he touches because it feels so right if it’s him.

“j-jaemin,” you whimper, “want you.” your fingers slipping down to rest on his shoulder, because only jaemin can take care of you in the way you need, a smirk playing on his handsome features. “yeah? gonna let me take care of you, princess?” and without bothering to wait for a reply, his fingers deftly slip your top over your head when you obediently lift your arms up for him, turning in his lap to grind down on the prominent bulge in his jeans, skirt pushed up to let him rub your cute panties. thin, soaked fabric offering little resistance as you whimper and shift into his fingers, glistening slick wetting his fingertips.

“open up for me,” he murmurs, spreading your legs, licking his lips at the wet spot forming in your panties just the way he wants against his fingers. “j-jaemin, ‘s embarrassing–!” you whimper, avoiding his gaze as he grins lazily, still trapping you against his broad chest. “yeah?” his hand slips from your panties to discard his shirt, knowing his girl gets shy a little fast, “better now?”

skirt hiked up your thighs, two fingers buried in your soaked cunt, warmth spreading a little too quickly as he curls his fingers at just the right spot, only further encouraged as you whimper and arch into his arms, can’t hide anything from him, can’t you~? but as much as jaemin loves to spoil you,,, wouldn’t be as fun if you got tired from his fingers, would it?

and there’s just something to the way you whine his name when his fingers pull from your folds, tears brimming in your pretty eyes as you try to shove his hands back down, a little weak on deprived pleasure to really have an effect as he smirks and licks your arousal from his fingers, slowly as he makes you watch such a lewd sight. “don’t worry, love, i’ll make it worth it,” jaemin whispers, his voice dropping as his wet fingers lip behind your back to undo his belt. “just need to make sure i fit, yeah?” and in seconds he’ll have you on your back, legs thrown up over his shoulders, tip flushed an angry red as he drips precum over your glistening folds, the lewd squelch of your juices at the intrusion, your whimpers to his deep moans at your pussy taking the stretch of his girth, taking all his sanity to not fuck you full in a second,,,

“fuck…” jaemin groans as he bottoms out, the low sound emanating from his chest as his hands grip your hips a little tighter, teeth grazing his lower lip as he gazes down at the pretty mess he’s made of you. lips bruised from his kisses, remnants of wiped away tears glistening on your cheeks as your pretty eyes clench shut, adjusting to his size as incoherent mumbles fall free from your parted lips, begging just the way he loves to hear. “eyes on me, angel… that’s right,” he smirks as your eyelashes flutter open, so clearly flustered by the sight of your legs thrown over his shoulders, cock buried deep in your cute cunt. “j-jaemin, w-wanna feel you,” you whimper, even feeling so full’s not enough for you, after all,,, not until his fingers link through yours does it feel absolutely right.

lewd squelches of arousal, gasping mewls of flustered pleasure, your pretty voice filling his ears as jaemin roughly grips your waist, hips reading back to meet yours in a hard thrust as you cry out desperately, needing to feel him everywhere. “my pretty girl,” soft swears escaping between heavy panting breaths as jaemin fucks your cute cunt, tip roughly kissing your cervix as he thrusts deep, only for his girl.

“fuck, ‘m all yours, ‘okay? gonna be mine after this, gonna be mine forever, yeah?” “mm–! ‘m yours, j-jaem!” you hiccup, eyes glossy with tears of pleasure as your fingers tighten around his, the one touch keeping you grounded as jaemin roughly thrusts hard, a sheen of sweat on his forehead as his presses to yours. “gonna knock you up, make you mine—“ he groans, his voice cut off as your soaked cunt clenches down hard, “p-please, jaem— w-wanna feel full!” you wail, unable to hide the undeniable rush at the thought of being his, his forever, just meant to be his.

“yea? wanna be knocked up ‘nd let everyone know you’re mine, all mine—“ incoherently words slide off his tongue as if it’s the most natural act, as if he’s thought of knocking you up for so long now,,, what a lie it would be to say jaemin doesn’t regularly think of treating you like his darling, putting a real ring on your delicate finger and taking care of you the way you’re meant to be taken care of,, might as well put his baby in n make you his pretty wife, shouldn’t he? jaemin loves you a little too much, can’t even bear the thought of you lifting a finger when he could do it all for you.

he’ll take care of the rest, leave nothing for your pretty mind to ever worry or concern yourself with except being his,, “c’mon princess, cum for me, yeah?” and god, does it feel heavenly when your cute cunt clenches down as you mewl n cum for him all pretty, wet and warm release gushing around his cock as he fucks you through,,, n the way your fingers cling to his biceps has his head spinning, because fuck, you’re just a little too perfect for him, c’mon love, hold on to him a little tighter, need him.

and jaemin’s lost in another heaven when he fills you up, creamy n warm seed pouring in n painting your insides white with him, fingers gripping your hip hard enough to leave fingertip shaped bruises as you sob n milk his cock so well, hushed, panting swears groaned into your neck, chests heaving against one another, a sheen of sweat coating his skin pressed to yours as if there’s no way to possibly be closer.

“shh, i know, ‘m gonna keep you all full,” jaemin murmurs softly in response to your incoherent mumbles, his hand gently feeling your soft tummy, “feel how deep you take me… that’s my girl,” a light smirk on his lips when you whimper at the slight pressure as he pushes in, must feel so good to be a little too full of jaemin’s presence? and his sweet kiss to your cheekbone,,, sweet as he is, can’t hide the way lovesick grin he can’t hide when you meel at the feeling of his hips reading back again,,, after all, his pretty girl can take another, can’t you~?

reblog to sign up for jaemin’s princess treatment lol u just know he’s into spoiling his girl

[slut4thebroken]

Bully stepbro!Neil pt. 1

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Stepbro!Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | Your stepbrother likes to bully you… His all time favorite way to do that is with wedgies.

Warnings | Heavy on the humiliation lol, wedgies, lots of ‘em, that’s what the whole fic is lol, degradation, dubious consent, crying, pretend he’s actually strong enough to do this lmao

Words | 2.4 k

Notes | You guys fr need to stop encouraging me💀 Also I couldn’t decide on a gif lol since it’s not one full story but a bunch of little things, so I decided to put them at the beginning of each one :)

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

“Give me the remote.” He said as he flopped down on the couch next to you. 

“No. My dad said I can use the tv today.” You hid the remote under the blanket, trying to keep it away from him. 

“Yeah well he’s not here is he?” You bit your lip and looked away from him with a scowl. “Give it.” He ordered, only making you more defiant. 

“No.” 

“Stop being a brat and just give it to me.” He snapped. 

“No!” You watched him let out a heavy breath through his nose as he clenched his jaw. Before you could even blink, he was lunging at you. “Stop it!” You yelled, trying to push him away. The blanket covering you and the remote fell off in the process and you kept struggling as he tried to over power you. 

Finally he grabbed your wrists and slammed you down onto the couch, making the remote fall to the floor. He let go of one of your wrists to reach for it and you brought your hand down to push at the arm holding himself up. Both of you grunted when he landed on top of you, but he kept reaching, so you used that to your advantage and rolled him off the couch, letting you have a chance to try and take it back. Part of your torso was off the couch as you tried to grab it and as soon as Neil got up from the floor, he was attacking again. 

What you didn’t expect was for his hands to go down toward your hips and grab your underwear. You screamed on the first hard pull and he did it again, this time pulling you off the couch. 

“What the hell?! Stop it!” You yelled, trying to crawl away from him, but he just got to his feet and stood over you, lightly stepping on your back to hold you in place as he got a better grip on your underwear. He started pulling again, lifting your hips off the ground as you screamed. The pain was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. The burning was so bad it brought tears to your eyes that didn’t take long to fall. 

“Neil, stop!” You cried out. “I’m sorry! You can have the remote,” 

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.” He said simply. 

“I have! Please!” Your voice was cracking now that you were crying. He continued pulling, bouncing your hips up and down, each one forcing a sound of pain out of you. When he got bored, he yanked as hard as he could one final time, then suddenly let go. You dropped onto the floor with a startled grunt and watched him bend down to pick up the remote before sitting on the couch again. Your sobs quieted a little and you started sniffling, not getting up from the floor yet. 

“Can you go cry in the other room?” He huffed, getting annoyed. 

“That hurt, Neil.” You’ve never sounded so pathetic before. 

“Good. It was supposed to.” He shrugged with a small smirk. “Go put ice on it or something— I don’t really care. But at least just shut up so I can actually watch.” 

“What are you doing?” He asked as he walked into the room. 

“Just making some lunch.” You shrugged and he hummed in response. You waited for him to say something, but he just kept staring at you. After another minute, he finally spoke. 

“How long’s it been, huh?” He asked curiously, making your brows scrunch together in confusion. 

“What?” 

“You know… Since we’ve had the whole house to ourselves.” You stiffened, worrying about where he was going with this. 

“Oh… Yeah, a while I guess.” You said nervously. 

“Well, do you want to do anything? You don’t have any friends and all of my friends think you’re weird so we could just have some brother-sister bonding time.” He suggested teasingly. If you were facing him, he probably would’ve winked. 

“I was just gonna read and catch up on some homework.” You were really hoping he’d just let this go and leave you alone… but when has he ever passed up an opportunity to mess with you? 

“God,” he groaned exaggeratedly, “this is why you don’t have any friends. I mean seriously, who does homework on a Saturday night?” 

“What do you even want to do?” You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t stop. 

“I can think of one thing…” As soon as you realized what he meant, you turned around, finding him already walking toward you. 

“No, Neil— Neil, please don’t.” You whined, but it was already too late. He turned you around to face away from him, then immediately reached in the back of your pants for your underwear and yanked them up. You cried out when he pulled hard enough to lift you off the ground for a second. “Ow! Neil, stop!” You yelled, trying to push his hands away. 

“If you don’t want to be wedgied then you shouldn’t act like a nerd.” He snickered, pulling harder. “You're lucky I don’t feel like putting in the effort to get it around your shoulders or over your head.” He gave one last yank, much harder than all of the previous ones, then let you go. You had to cling to the counter for support so that you didn’t fall. Before walking out, he grabbed the plate of food you made for yourself. “Have fun with your homework, nerd.” 

You were reaching as high as you could, trying to get something from the top shelf of the pantry, but your fingers barely brushed the shelf. 

“Need a hand?” Before you could respond he was getting a good grip on your underwear and pulling them up until your feet barely touched the ground, making you scream. “Oh come on, you still have to reach for it.” He kept bouncing you, over and over again, never giving you a proper chance to try and grab it. Tears were welling up in your eyes from the burn now, but he didn’t stop. “Come on, nerd. Reach higher.” You heard the loud tearing before you felt the intense burn, then fell to the ground. “Holy shit!” He laughed loudly, holding your ripped underwear in his hands. “How much did that hurt, huh?” He smirked. 

“Just give it back and leave me alone.” Your frown only encouraged him. 

“No, I think I want a trophy.” He started stuffing your underwear in his pocket and you leaned up to reach for them, but he pushed you back down by your forehead. “Once you get whatever it was you were reaching for, make me something too. All of that pulling really took a lot out of me.” He started walking out, then stopped when he was in the doorway, giving you a condescending smile. “Oh and you might try using a stool, idiot.” 

You were sitting on the couch, reading and trying to relax, but you sighed loudly when you heard his footsteps growing closer. Neil walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch, throwing his feet up to lay down and almost kicking you in the process. 

“Clean my room by tonight. My mom told me to do it, but I don’t really feel like it.” He ordered casually, as he turned on the tv. The demand immediately made your blood boil— you’re sick of putting up with this. 

“No! You can clean it yourself.” You said firmly, making him turn his head to look at you. 

“Excuse me?” His tone made you falter. 

“I-I’m not your maid. You can clean your own room.” Your voice was far less confident this time. 

“Fine.” He shrugged with a smile, standing up and walking closer to you. When he grabbed you and started pulling you over the arm of the couch, you kicked and squirmed, but it was no use. As soon as your hips were resting on it, he grabbed your underwear and pulled as hard as he could. You screamed and tried to get out of his hold, but all he did was push his knee against your back to keep you against the outside of the couch, with your face almost on the floor. He let you continue kicking your legs— it barely did anything anyway. 

“Stop it! Neil!” You cried, screaming even louder. You wished at least one of your parents was home right now, but of course they just had to have a date night. 

“You need to watch your fucking mouth when you’re talking to me, nerd.” He punctuated his warning with another forceful tug. 

“Let go! You’re hurting me— let go!” You yelled as you flailed, trying to escape the pain. He ignored you and kept pulling until tears were burning your eyes. After a while, he let go and yanked you up by your hair, using the momentum to throw you backwards so you were now laying on the couch. When he sat on your chest you finally understood. “No— Neil, no! Please, don’t! I’m sorry!” Your begging fell on deaf ears. The first pull for the frontal wedgie had you screaming as your tears finally fell. 

“Stop it! Neil, I’m sorry— please stop!” You cried, voice breaking with the tears. 

“Do you ever stop talking?” He asked with annoyance and you didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. He continued with that until you were sobbing and incoherently begging him to stop. When he stood up, you thought he was finally giving you mercy, but that hope was gone in an instant as he pulled you to your feet. He grabbed the leg holes on either side of your hips and started bouncing you up and down, stretching it more and more as you cried loudly, pleading with him to stop. You’ve never felt pain like this before in your entire life. 

Once your underwear was level with your chest, he maneuvered your arms through each leg hole and pulled harder, stretching them even more so they were resting on your shoulders. When he dragged you by your hair, your crying got even more intense. He finally landed at the door to his room and shoved you inside. 

“I’m gonna watch you clean my room and you’re not going to take that off unless you want me to hang you up somewhere overnight.” 

“Neil, I’m sorry.” You whimpered through the sobs. “I’ll clean it— just please,” Neil looked around the room, picking up the first thing he saw; a pair of boxers on his bed. You had no idea if they were clean or dirty and you also had no idea what he was planning on doing with them, so you took a step away from him in fear. 

“Open up, nerd.” He walked toward you and you staggered back even more, finally understanding his plan. 

“No— I won’t say anything. Or cry. I’ll be quiet.” You begged, letting out a choked sob when he forced the fabric in your mouth anyway. He stuffed all of it past your lips, then gave you a light slap on your cheek, making you flinch. 

“Start cleaning.” He smirked, walking back over to the bed and laying propped up by his pillows, relaxing as if he was getting ready to watch his favorite film. 

You knew Neil liked films, especially old ones… but you just found them so incredibly boring. You do your best to get out of watching any with him, but this time it didn’t work. So you were sitting next to him on the couch, trying to pay attention. All the film succeeded in doing was making you even more sleepy. 

“Are you even watching?” Your eyes snapped open as soon as you heard him. 

“Y-yes. I am— I’m watching.” He scoffed, clearly not believing you. “I’m sorry, Neil. It won’t happen again.” 

“No. You know what? If you don’t want to watch, that’s fine by me.” Your stomach was already churning at just the thought of where he was going with this. Before you even had time to react he was pushing you down onto the couch and sitting on your upper back with your arms raised by your head, unable to bring them down. 

“I said I’m sorry!” You started kicking and trying to buck him off of you, but he was undeterred. “Neil, please!” Your words cut off into a scream when he used all of his strength to pull your underwear up. No matter how hard you cried or struggled, he kept pulling, leaning back and using his body weight to get more force. He only stopped once he needed more room. 

Making sure he was holding down your arms with his legs, he shuffled backwards over your head until he was sitting on the couch close enough where if you lifted your head, your face would be inches from his crotch. As soon as you tried squirming away, he yanked on your underwear again, making your body go limp from the pain as you cried. You kept your face buried in the couch, not able to move it anywhere else, but it was getting hard to breathe with how much you were sobbing. You kicked and screamed uselessly, unable to do anything other than take it. 

“Lift your head, nerd.” You kept your face firmly against the couch, which prompted him to roughly fist your hair and yank your head back. He shuffled forward because he knew that once he let go of your hair, you wouldn’t be able to put your head back down without it going in his crotch. He kept pulling and you kept crying, your sounds much louder now. 

Without any warning, he pulled hard enough to lift your hips off the couch, then put the fabric over your head, covering your forehead and eyes. 

“Stop it!” You cried, trying to pull your hands out from under him, but he wouldn’t budge. “Take it off! Please take it off,” Your sobbing intensified, making him laugh loudly. 

“You didn’t want to watch. Now you don’t have to.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“I’m sorry! Please take it off— it hurts!” 

“What hurts? This?” He leaned over you and you screamed again when his crotch pushed against your face, forcing you to smell his musk. The scream only got louder when he grabbed the underwear from above your lower back and pulled a few times. After a few seconds, he sat back down on the couch and resumed the movie. “Don’t be such a cry baby.” 

Part 2

(Part 2 will be a lil smuttier btw 😼)

Taglist (join here)

@pedrisgatorade @lunyyx @faebirdie @idkdudsworld @nashja @rentaldarling @theoraekenslover @kaorisakamotofan @scorpiussage @cillianscrybaby @vivvive @ceruleanrainblues @mrkdvidal1989 @brooklynscherry-z @ohmysatansstuff @aviamulier @d1lf-loverthinqs @butlersluvbot @miyababby @n1ghtw1ngslver @mandowhatnow @baekhyunstruly @nashja @xxorazz @halleysc6met @crunchsworld @babaohhhriley @deceitfuldevout @gentyleman @lorelais-world @shroombloom-rry @pinguwrites @thatonesinglefriend @bernelflo @milktert @nyxxie.pooh @butterfly-lies-chase-them-away @milkytomura @bigbossbabysworld @sheisthedxrkness @hanawrites404 @ll4n4 @madeinuk @hanawrites404

[imraespace]

poopie the last person i also talked to was rin itoshi we are twinnign once again 😈🤞🤞

HELLO IT IS LUNCH AND I AM ACFUALLT EATIG WITH FRIENDS BUT IM LEGIT JUST .. typing this out on my phone and its so quiet 💔💔 i feel bad now wait it is currently 12:25 ill come back

its now 12:42 theyre locked in on assignments im safe fo type 😈

i hate my chem teacher SO MUCH LIKE TELL ME WHY I HAVE TO MEMORIZE HALF THE PERIODIC TABLE FOR THE FIRST QUIZ?? like i technically already did this last year and its really easy but?? still?????? she legit started talking about some other topic and then assigned something without explaining it like maybe im too used to being babied by my teachers but still ☹️ explain it step by step please woman im too slow for this 💔

i also hate tiktok bc my edits keep flopping but the most important part is rhag im having fun while editing 😈😈 (im not having fun im gonna cry)

i also constantly get swarmed by bees or wasps?? i dont know which one i actually see but either way theres always 1-3 hanging around me when im outside 💔 like idk what i did to have them around me but im happy they dont sting me or anything bc id cry. IVE NEVER ACC BEEN STUNG BY A BEE OR WASP THO 😈 maybe i should start becoming one with the bees and become a bumblebee like literally today i was waiting for my bus and i just see one around my stomach just hovering there and i slowly backed away BUT IT KEPT FOLLOWING ME but then it left so i was safe 🙏

daily question is which bluelock character would be swarmed by bees whenever they go out bc i must know

- 🐙

LMAOO omg TWINSSS

HAII as I'm typing this it's 12:53 ans my lunch period just ended AND LMAO dw soon enough you all will start yapping nonstop in the positive way!!

yas studious mates you have!! TOO BAD MINE ARENT bunch of tom foolery.. anyways dang.. idk what happens in chem anymore when I used to do it I was still confused! so props to you popo😉😉😘😘 your teacher is just like me fr HELP ill get ofd topic so fast BUT I HATW WYEN TWACHERS DO THAT LIKE STAY ON TOPIC ANS FR I RATHER THEN BABY ME SO I CAN UNDERSTAND INSTEAD OF ME BEING CLUELESS

I HATE THAT when I used to post my moots just used to spam me so that made ir fun but ITS ANNOYING WHEN YPU SOEND A BUNCH OF TIME ON AN EDIT AND IT FLOPS

I think they find you sweet HELP I think you're personality is sweet ill follow you if I was a buzzing bee and won't sting you!! (this out of context sounds scary) but actually if a bee starts to follow me I'll act like I'm possessed😊!

BACHIRA BEE BOY WILL BE SWARMED BY BUZZING BEES

this one is short today I'm doing poa hw hahahahheheh🤫🤫 BC ITS FUNNN

[yuanvei]

Long message 💌 Hello Yuan! This is 🍋 anon! I woke up this morning and saw that you finally posted xo lvl 2 right when I fell asleep lol seeing the 23k wc, I knew I was in for a long ride so I rushed to do my chores in order to read it right away!

Damn, this fic was darker than I thought it was gonna be. The intro got me so hooked, it was so so good. I can’t help but feel pity for the protagonist :( I’m so invested in this story and I really felt like crying whenever she struggled.

Minji is so kind, I’m worried what will happen to her. I have a theory about Minji but I could be wrong and just overthinking it. Also, I love Hee’s character! His conversation with the protagonist was kinda funny to me. When he stayed behind after Minji and Jungwon left, I already guessed what the poll was going to be about and DREADED it. This is so hard! What if we choose the wrong thing?? Also, I loved the song references you sneaked in there 👀

Iirc, you said back then you wouldn’t write for Enha anymore (maybe excluding Jungwon), but seeing your recent posts, I guess you changed your mind. You’re my fave writer fr. I love Jungwon so much and I’m thankful he’s your muse (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) Have you seen En-Drama? It’s how I imagined the members throughout the whole time reading. XO (and your works in general) would be a huge hit if it was a drama, you’re THAT good.

I also wanna say that your layout is immaculate. And please don’t ever doubt or downplay your writing because it’s beyond just amazing. Trust me. It’s so immersive and really draws you in. Magnetic, if I may say. I aspire and strive to be a writer as good as you are. You’re definitely gonna be a successful mangaka someday.

I’m already excited (and nervous!) for the upcoming levels even though we have to wait for a while. I know this fic took a long time to create and you said you’ll do your other film projects so I hope you get some good rest and good luck with your studies as well! Keep safe always, and we love you 💓

🍋 nonnie !! :(( i cried lol- u have no idea how my heart dropped when i saw this ask from my notifs cuz like i was rlly sad bc there's barely any anon ask beside yours, so i thought ys;xo flops bc no one is interested enough to talk about it.. but your ask RLLY MADE MY DAYY THANK YOUUU SM FOR THIS SWEET MESSAGE<33 im vv grateful for u for taking your time to write this 🫶🫶

i'm so glad you love the intro as much as i do!! and the fact that u feel sm for the protagonist too, she is prob one of my complex protagonists as of now. and it's only going to get rlly rlly dark w the upcoming levels.

you can tell me more bout your theories hehe but i won't be able to tell more bc no spoilers 🤫🤫 im glad hee's character was lovable bc i keep giggling as well while writing his scene w mc >< ALSO IM HAPPY U NOTICE THE SONG REFERENCES

oh about enha, yep tbh I've kind of lose interest in them n and jungwon was the only reason why im still around but i have to say this comeback w xo and brought the heat back is def my fav !! not to mention that jake is looking too good recently—very much influenced by a cantonese film i've watched recently. 🤭

and about en-drama — i don't rlly catch up w enha's updates apart from their mvs & comebacks, I've seen en-drama many times on my yt but it doesn't rlly catch my interest, however i might watch it one of these days to get an inspo for ys;xo :D BUT YOU'RE SO GOOD TO ME THANK YOUU ,, i'm very happy that u think so :((

i'm glad u like my layout btw !! 😭 and once again thank you thank you VERY MUCHHH for all these encouraging words, i appreciate it from the bottom of my heart 🫠🫶 it's so sweet of u to spend sm of your time writing this and it's making me emotional lol ,, and yes you're going to become an amazing writer too, maybe even more better than me ! >:)) it's going to be a journey, but fighting and ik u can do it !! 🫶 and the mangaka part PLS ill keep these words forever in my heart I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK TO THIS THANK UUU

you're very kind 😭😭 im so happy you're around 🍋 anonnie,, i'll make to sure deliver a more better story thru xo level 3 !! have a good rest too !! stay safe, and take care 🥹🫶

[emma-radfemcanu]

I really need to change this tag to 'being sad about tennis' because that's what it is 🙃 under 'keep reading' bc no one cares (I wish I didn't care this much fr) but it makes me feel better to write it down

This year's French Open is on paper one of the most open in years- Nadal is toast, Djok is flopping hugely (he actually withdrew before the QFs due to a knee issue and I really think this is it for him now, obviously he's not going away overnight but he's no longer the threat he was), and there was a bit of a question mark over the level of Alcaraz and Sinner who have been mildly injured and haven't played a huge amount on clay this year... but they are in the SFs against each other so seem to be fine

And of course Stef got stuck in Alcaraz' quarter of the draw, literally anywhere else would have been better- the most open draw in years and he gets the one player he just cannot beat 😢 he's now 0-6 against him, it's partly mental (and is only going to get worse) but mostly because Alcaraz is just a horrible matchup for him physically

Meanwhile, on the other side of the draw- Djok has withdrawn giving Casper a free ride to the semis (who he is bribing I have no idea but he always gets a pisstake of an easy draw, or whenever he gets a difficult one it completely collapses), and the other QF on this side is Alex de Minaur vs Zverev (who is still being allowed to play despite an ongoing domestic abuse trial??? It literally started last week??? but that is a whole other post in itself)

Overall Stef's clay season has been solid, I felt so optimistic after Monte Carlo and then he was done dirty by a terrible draw on what should have been a really good chance for him :( of course it's not actually unfair at all, it's quite literally the luck of the draw, I'm just feeling sore about it because I want him to win a slam SO BAD and I'm having to accept that it probably won't happen

I mean he's 25 not 95, he's so good on clay and Australia Stef is also a whole different beast, so maybe I shouldn't be so pessimistic. Going forward Alcaraz is 100% his biggest threat so I'm just going to have to pray that he's on the opposite side of draws and that someone else can get rid of him first. I wasn't really expecting Stef to win today but that hasn't made me feel any less upset about it

I'm just insanely frustrated by how unfair it feels even though it isn't. Insult to injury is that he is now out of the top 10 again- due to people like ADM and Hurkacz getting lucky with their draws and gaining a load of points on clay that they never would normally (this is also bitterness on my part but it's true) and even worse Sinner is now no1 and his already horrendous fanbase are going to get even more insufferable than they already are

Like I say, I know I shouldn't care this much and I wish I didn't. But I do 🙃 I'm going through it a bit emotionally at the moment anyway and as tragic as it sounds it really isn't an exaggeration to say that I'm heartbroken (and am crying while writing this)

[brianwashere]

Hi!!! Look at me! I’m writing an unofficial req lol. People seemed to literally eat this shit up and I got two reqs asking for a different ending so here’s the good ending! I’ll be tagging the two who asked for a different ending. If anyone asks for a different ending on any of my fics I suggest making it an official request so I’ll remember it better.

I wrote this on docs and it was my first time writing fanfic on docs (crazy, I know). And lemme tell you…this fic literally doubled in length. It went from 5 pages to 10. I also suggest going back and reading the whole fic if you’re coming from the bad one bcc I edited the wording to make it more understandable and easy to read.

Anywhosy, enjoy it! Stay chill, Stardogs!

@purplezombietumbler (this whole time I thought ur url was purplezombiehunter my shit just got rocked fr)

@kid303 (if u still want the other ending you requested just dm me lol)

Read the OG (bad ending) here

**I do not own any characters or part of the franchise from Daredevil**

 Pairing: Matt Murdock x son reader

 Genre: angst with a happy ending; family

 Summary: look at req on OG post

 Tw: teen death; unintentional overdosing; untreated mental illness; hospitals

A Beating Heart; a Fleeting Breath (good ending)

It had gotten bad.

 Really. Really. Bad.

 Your dad never seemed to notice the underlying problem. Only that you were out late and that your grades had slipped.

 Dad was “working overtime” again. He never told you what he was actually doing, but it was clear he was doing something else with his time.

 So here you were again. Standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, hunched over the sink. You glanced at the cup of cheap whiskey you’d been sipping on for most of the night. Sighing, you fished the bottle of benzos out of your pocket and fumbled with the cap.

 You shook several onto your palm and set the bottle onto the kitchen sink. You thumbed the pills around in your hand. With another sigh, you raised your head into your mouth and tossed your head back.

 You grabbed the cup and downed the last of it.

 “Dear God.” You mumbled to yourself as you put the cap back on and wiped your face.

 You sluggishly made your way to the couch and collapsed on top of it.

 ‘Fuck, I’m tired.’ You thought as you tried to get comfortable.

 You took a deep breath. Well, you tried to. Suddenly you became aware of how heavy every part of your body felt. With as much strength as you could muster you flopped onto your back. You felt like a fish out of water, desperately trying to get air to your lungs.

 Tears filled your eyes with the realization you couldn’t breathe. You tried to move your arms, move your legs, do something. You couldn’t.

 You felt your eyelids grow heavy and as you went to take your last breath you had one final thought.

 ‘I never got to say bye to dad.’

 ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

Matt never considered himself a very emotional man. Sure, some things certainly affected him; Foggy, Frank, his son.

 He smiled to himself at the thought of his son. He was his pride and enjoy. He may be going through a rough patch but Matt knew his son would make it through.

 ‘Murdock’s can take a beating.’ His father’s words echoed through his head.

 ‘Wonder what he’s up to tonight.’ Matt thought to himself.

 He focused his listening on trying and finding his son’s heartbeat. His smile faded slightly as he heard the elevated heartbeat of his son.

 Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum Badum—

 ‘He probably just went on a run or something.’ His mind supplied.

 He listened closer. His son’s heartbeat was settling down.

 Ba dum..Ba dum..Ba dum..Ba dum

 Matt let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. Something didn’t feel right; his heart kept slowing down.

 Ba..dum…Ba..dum…Ba..dum…Ba..dum…

 Matt blinked desperately trying to strain his ears. His heart kept slowing.

 ‘No. No no no no no no no. NO.”

 Matt leaped up from his seat and ran out of his office door.

 Ba…dum…..Ba…dum…..Ba…dum…..

 Matt hadn’t realized he was crying until his tears hit his lips.

 ‘No, please God. Please.’

 His shoes slapped the concrete as he sped up the pace. He climbed a wall to get to the roof; he needed to get there faster.

 …ba….dum…….ba….dum…….ba….dum…….

 ‘Fuck. Please please, please. Hold on a little longer.’

 He jumped from roof to roof, desperate to reach you.

 …ba…..dum……………………….

 Matt stopped so suddenly he nearly toppled over. He gasped and clutched his chest, he willed himself forward.

 ‘There’s still hope. He’s not gone. Not yet.’

 He jumped to the apartment window and opened it while holding onto the ledge. In desperation, Matt broke the window to get in and stumbled over to kneel by you on the couch.

 His hands raced over your chest, resting on your face as he shook you.

 “Wake up, Kid! Wake the hell up!” He pleaded.

 He moved his hands to your chest and began doing CPR.

 “No no no, please please-” his voice broke and he let out a sob “please fight! Fight it, kid! PLEASE!”

 Then he heard it; the faintest beat of a heart. He kept doing it with his left hand as he dialed 911 with his right. An operator answered.

 “911 what’s your emergency–?”

 “My son! His heart is barely beating! I need an ambulance now!” Matt yelled as he put the phone on speaker and resumed CPR.

 “Sir, I need you to calm down. What’s your name?” The operator asked calmly.

 “Matt Murdock!” He unintentionally shouted.

 “Ok sir, we’re sending over an ambulance now.”

  ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

74 hours. 47 hours in emergency care and 27 in the hospital; not once did your father leave your side. 

 Someone new came to visit every day. First, it was Foggy, then Karen, then Frank. All of them encouraged him to go home and sleep and offered to stay the night for him, even though they knew he wouldn't. He slept in the chairs, if he slept at all. Matt wasn’t ashamed to cry. He cried more in those 74 hours than he had in his life put together. He prayed too. It was more like screaming at God, but if that made him listen, then goddammit, Matt would scream till his lungs bled.

 He felt a lot of things: fear, anxiety, worry. The thing he felt above all was guilt. How could he not see the signs? Why couldn’t he have done something?

 Matt snapped out of his thoughts when he heard you shift in your bed. You let out a noise of discomfort as your eyes barely opened. Then you saw your dad; your eyes watered. Your dad was here. You were safe.

 Matt shot out of his chair and felt around till he grasped your hand and held it tightly in his. He turned and yelled toward the door.

 “We need a nurse in here!” His voice was hoarse but loud.

 Within a minute a nurse was at your side.

 “What is your last name.” The nurse questioned.

 You took a large gasp of air.

 “Murdock.”

 “Can you tell me what month it is?” They

 You swallowed and worked on forming the syllables; it felt like a cheese grater in your throat.

 “November.” You croaked out.

 “Ok, good. Do you know where you are?” They asked.

 You nodded.

 “The hospital.” You gulped through the ventilator.

 “His level is consciousness is a 5. We’ll have to run a few more tests on him before he’s deemed fit for discharge.” The nurse informed Matt.

 Matt visibly lit up and relaxed into his seat. You were ok, you were going to be ok. The nurse helped remove the ventilator from your face and left the room.

 “Dad, I'm sorry–” Your father cut you off before you could get any more words out.

 “No, I'm sorry. I pushed too hard and didn’t notice you were drowning.” His voice was cracking. “Just, tell me next time, ok?”

 You nodded before bursting into tears. 

 “O-ok…it’s just that you’re so busy all the time and you have some much stress already I thought it’d be better to just keep it a secret. I didn’t mean to overdose, I swear.” You sobbed.

Matt took a sharp breath.

 “Let’s make an agreement,” Tears were streaming down his face too. “no more secrets.”

You quickly nodded.

 “No more secrets.”

 ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆

-Bonus-

 “Can you tell me what you do every night? I know you’re not working overtime.” You stared at him, he didn’t have his glasses on.

 He was clearly contemplating whether or not he should tell you.

 “You really wanna know?” He asked quietly.

 You nodded slowly. Your father sighed before leaning over to whisper in your ear while bringing his hand to prevent anyone from being able to read his lips.

 “I’m Daredevil.” He said quickly before sitting back in his chair.

 You stopped. Gears started turning in your mind. 

 ‘There’s no way, right?’

 “B-but–” You cut yourself off with a sharp laugh “you’re literally blind!”

 “Shh! Cameras,” Matt scolded lightly.

 You looked around the room. 

 ‘How’d he know there were cameras?’ 

 You blinked rapidly trying to piece together your dad being a vigilante. 

 ‘That would explain all the injuries.’ 

 “Huh.” Was all you could muster as you processed this information.

 Matt was biting the nail on his thumb with anxiety.

 “Wait! But you're like 80!” You exclaimed jokingly.

 Matt huffed out a laugh.

 “I’ll have you know I’m only 35.” He smiled.

 “Same thing, practically got one foot in the grave.” You giggled.

 Matt rolled his eyes and ruffled your hair. You grinned and for the first time in a while, you felt genuinely ok.

[whyse7vn]

RANDOM BTS TEXTS -

(ot7 x reader)

bts flopped 😞💔

8 participants - 8 online

jin: tired of being single

tae: cool

jin: who want me ?

y/n: the military ✊🏽

tae: LMAOO

namjoon: oh

jungkook: GOOD FUCKING BYE DJHSJDJ

jin: what the fuck fuck all of you all i ever do is spread love and positivity and this is what i get in return ???

y/n: PLS

jin: you know what I DONT CARE you can’t stop me loving myself ❤️‍🔥‼️

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

jimin: 1 MONTH NO DATING SCANDAL WE ARE GROWING AS PEOPLE GUYS 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

y/n: GO US ‼️‼️

jungkook: i feel like such a changed man 😔🙏🏻

tae: i could almost cry

namjoon: see look at the things we can achieve when you guys actually listen to me

yoongi: shut up

namjoon: still lay low for now

we really don’t need a scandal before we drop this new song

y/n: lay low?

namjoon: lay low.

y/n: got army right behind us when we say so ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

namjoon: didn’t laugh

jungkook: i did

y/n: smooth like butter ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

jimin: you really said lay low like fr ??? like on purpose

namjoon: yes ?

jimin: oh

namjoon: kys ?

hobi: that wasn’t even the right lyric..

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

jin: fr

hobi: jin i am so sick of seeing your messages you just speak words pure words empty words like whole sentences with zero meaning you literally speak for no reason you add nothing to the conversation

jin: HELLO ???/6)/):),

HOSEOK WHAT THE FIVK

I SAID ONE THINGDHHDDHDHDNDJBDJD

y/n: STOPPODJSJZZJ

HOBJPLZ HEDJ

jungkook: BROUWHG

jimin: HELPP

jin: so fuck me??? you all hate me ??? i suck ?? i will never be as great as you ? i don’t dance well enough ? i cant sing for shit ??

y/n: yeah

hobi: no that’s not what i meant at all

jin: leaving

yoongi: 👋

▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

jungkook: you know what we should do?

y/n: gangbang

yoongi: so down

jimin: again?

jungkook: idol boxing tournament

AGAIN??/£/£

jin: also down

jungkook: FOR THE BOXING RIGHT?

jin: both is cool

namjoon: no to both

jimin: was it not good enough for you last time joon ?

jungkook: HELLO??????????????????????

hobi: hi ^ ^

namjoon: they’re just messing with you jungkook pay them no mind

y/n: u suck

namjoon: choke

y/n: anything for u 🥰

tae: i want to box

jungkook: IT WOULD BE SM FUN

y/n: bts vs stray kids i would destroy bangchan

yoongi: could definitely wipe the floor with felix

jimin: we could fight txt

hobi: are they even old enough to fight ?

jungkook: yeonjun does look very fightable

y/n: that’s so sick leave the besties out of this

jin: fuck fighting other groups i would beat the fuck out of u

y/n: me ????

jin: yeah :/ would knock you out no questions asked

y/n: you sure you won’t like collapse or anything? you are around that age now..

jin: oh i’m positive baby these hands forever young

y/n: and them legs are definitely NOT go sit down old ass nigga 🥱

namjoon: could you guys not argue for like 5 minutes

jin: i sincerely apologise kim namjoon its just really hard to stay civil when people are always at ur throat 💔😔

y/n: i hate you

jin: this world is full of evil and we must overcome ❤️

jimin: cum

namjoon left the group!

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

———

i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

———

edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

[k0kichiimagines]

Bestie, I'm falling so hard for Zen, it's not even funny/lh/hj

May I.......request the fluff alphabet with him??? Perhaps with a fem!reader, but if not, GN!Reader is fine :)

ZEN hes v lovely v lovely yesyes

i wrote this on my laptop so i copied the alphabet over, so its not the exact wording!

hope you enjoy <3

- mod kokichi

zen x F! reader

fluff alphabet

cws : mild spoilers!

A - attractive, what do they find attractive about the other?

he likes your smile !! every time you smile he feels his chest tighten slightly, its so sweet, so pretty. if you ever tease him or prank him, the second he sees your smile and laugh softly he forgets his light hearted annoyance instantly

B - baby, do they want a family? why / why not?

he does! but not soon, he wants to fully set himself up as an actor and everything, and even then he'd like to try for children round his schedule so he can be with you and care for the child often as well !! equally if you cant or dont want children he's okay, he considers the two of you to already be a family

C - cuddle, how do they cuddle?

goes on a dramatic monologue about the beast and it getting free if you hug him too tight or in a certain way, stutters when you ignore him and hug him anyway

he likes holding you <33 or you on his chest! when it's too hot he just slings an arm around you, or holds your hand, grumbling that its too hot if you try to flop on top of him but letting you anyway

D - dates, what are dates with them like?

a lot of the typical movie dates. funfair dates, yknow those types. when he gets more well known its secretly hiding away from fans and the (annoying and stupid grr grr) paparazzi. he takes you to pretty places to just sit, or to dinner, or even just to watch a play or movie!

E - everything , you are my ...

"you are my darling / world" is common !

F- feelings, when did they know they were in love

he knew he liked you in the messenger

he knew he loved you when he was shakingly running to seven to demand the address

G - gentle, are they gentle? how so

incredibly gentle! every touch is careful, sweet, soft

H - hands, do they like to hold hands

YES he loves holding your hand, hes constantly holding it

he does the thing where he grabs it and puts it in his coat pocket to keep it warm

I - impression, what was their first impression

he thought you were fun :) you seemed honest, sweet, kind, and he liked that, you had so much life to you

J - jealousy - do they get jealous

YES LMAO very jealous, especially if you start giving the rfa boys attention, or jumin. he denies it of course, and you tease him about it

he finds it cute if you get jealous, hugging you tightly while he assures you he's yours

K - kiss, how do they kiss?

innocent quick pecks before he goes on stage, or as a welcome, or soft presses against your cheek or head as he walks past you

more passionate ones when he's missed you, when he's had an amazing performance,, he's always sweet, taking a bit of control yes, but letting you led the direction

also hand kisses yknow

L - love, who said i love you first

i think he did? and the second you say it his heart. melts right then and there, and he wants to just grab you and hold you for the rest of his life, he's tempted to propose then and there

M - memory, favourite memory

that one time he was a bit later then expected, not massively late? but still late

you were sitting on the sofa waiting, phone in hand, but the second he opened the door you practically threw it to the floor to jump into his arms.

something about your bright smile and energy at seeing him, covering his face with kisses, made him feel so... loved? hes used to empty buildings, your love and patience was something he wasnt used to

youre gonna make him cry fr

N - nickle, do they spoil? buy the person they love everything?

well. again, not exactly rich

but he takes a note of things you reeeally want! he saves them on a list for your birthday, or random surprises here and there

he often buys you flowers or jewelry though! little things that reminded him of you, your favourite drink, that kinda stuff

O - orange, what colour reminds them of their other half

any colour you seem to wear a lot plus your eye colour <3

P - pet names

"jagiya~" - darling / babe is his go to tbh, but he slips into my love, sweetie, beautiful at times, he calls you 'my pretty girl' as well

when he's talking about you on tv or something he often call you 'my darling (name)' !

"my sweet wife (name)" one day

Q - quaint, favourite non modern thing

am i stupid or was there not something ab seven having to set up his phone because he has no clue how? him 🤝 jumin - > struggling

umum he likes those old music players? gramo phones?? and books, sometimes

R - rainy day, what does he do on a rainy day

complain.

if you're busy hes just hovering around you until you're free, he doesnt want to go out, he'd rather crash on the sofa and watch a movie with you

if he does then he's shivering dramatically when hes back, muttering something about if he could catch colds he would definitely have one

since he never gets sick, he gives you his coat, or lifts it above you if you have no umbrella

S - sad, how do they cheer themselves / others up

it depends. if its something like yoosung whining about his exams then its almost tough love? hes honest about it, telling the other haed advice they need but in a loving way

something more serious and hes softer about it, and regardless he's willing to let you or anyone cry on his shoulder, (or get drunk)

for him? he either throws himself into his work or exercise or he goes to you :)

T - talk, what do they like to talk about

himself

his recent shows and shows hes seen! or just whatever topics come up

he asks you a lot of questions about yourself as well, giving you opportunities to speak about you if you'd like

U - unencumbered, what helps them relax?

script reading, so long as its not in a rush,, listening to music, working out, watching shows, spending time with you, that kinda stuff :)

V - vaunt, what do they like to show off?

well, his looks and skills for one, hes proud of his body and face, happy with his acting skills

but also you! he likes showing off that youre his lover

W - wedding, when how where do they propose

he questions if you'd like to get married, just to double check. he calls you future wife a few times, watching you flush and smile at the name.

he also wants to attempt to patch things up with his family first, he wants to really be in a good place to make a good husband for you

judging by the merch his outfit looks kinda casual? so i think he does it somewhere private, just the two of you after a date, he holds your hands and gets a bit of stage fright but boldly asks you

"will you marry me?"

X - xylophone, whats their song?

im not sure im sorry :( i think he likes pop songs and like jazz kinda stuff though!!

Y - yes, do they think of marriage

yes! the idea of calling you his wife and you calling him your husband makes his heart flutter, or to wake up every day with you sleeping next to him, or come home to you flinging your arms round him while you whine because he was late is lovely to him

Z - zebra - what pet do they want

dog! or a parrot or bird, he doesnt have a lot of space though so likely the dog

he takes him for walks a lot, or for runs! i can see him enjoying the extra work out while spending time with the puppy

[six-sanctuary]

Homecoming (Will Miller x Reader)

Author’s note: I’ve never written a fic before but was HEAVILY inspired by all the amazing content @lucrezia-thoughts and @charnelhouse generate (Super hope that's okay!) and wanted to try my hand at it and contribute to Triple Frontier Fr-saturday. (I know I'm a day late whoops)

Also I suck at proofreading I’m so sorry for any errors and hope someone enjoys this. Lowkey proud of myself for not being obnoxiously shy and just saving this to my desktop somewhere for eternity.

Anyways here we go no more rambling this is the fic. If I still dig it later on I might write some more in this lil universe either with Will/Reader or throw in some Benny/reader. Maybe even Santiago/reader if I can get his voice right.

Below the cut is 18+ only please and thanks!

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You’d always been there, and you always would. It was the sort of realization that crept up slowly on Will. Looking back he wishes he could count the times he counted on you. He wishes he could put it into something concrete like numbers, something that he could wrap his head around, but you were there even before the numbers.

You were there before he was shipped off to war, before he had to learn to count as he breathed, in… two… three… four… five… hold… two… three… four… five…. out… two… three… four… five…. You were there before he broke and crumbled, falling into a million little pieces he didn’t know how to put back together again.

He wished he knew the number of warm smiles you’d given him. He wished he knew what number it took for him to fall in love, whether it was the hundredth or hundredth thousandth soft smile. All he knows now is that so much time was wasted, and he didn’t want to lose a second more.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You’d moved to Colorado a few months ago. It had always been part of the plan but that timeline got moved up when Will’s parents announced they were selling the house in favor of something smaller now that they were empty nesters. For a solid week, Will hummed and hawed about it, flip flopping back and forth. The thought of giving up something that was so integral to his childhood, something that had always meant home for him, was hard.

After weeks of his thinly veiled discontent, you came to a solution. After one of his talks, you sat him down in the dining room table of your apartment together and laid out the documents one by one. Rather than explain right away, you let Will take them all in, grabbing each one and skimming it before moving on to the next piece of paper.

“This is…. To buy the house?” Will’s thumbs smoothed over the paper as if in need of a reminder that they were real, that this was real. “My parent’s place?” His voice was thick with emotion, which never failed to bring it out of you. Rather than answer in words and risk your voice failing you, you nodded.

From there it was a lot of packing, a lot of hard work, but with the Delta Force boys help you two managed to get everything packed up in a hauler, ready to make the trek halfway across the country. The thought of being holed up in the car for hours on end with Benny made you the slightest bit nervous. The younger Miller was a bundle of energy and while you appreciated that most of the time, you were wary about being stuck in cramped quarters with the lightning bolt of a man. In the end the cars were split with you and Santiago taking Will’s Ford and Will and Benny driving the Uhaul.

You had a week of the gang’s help, well the gang minus Frankie. He had to head back a few days early to his wife and daughter. The others stayed, even Tom, though he was quick to point out several “serious”problems with the house that you’d need to look into. Despite that, it already felt like home. Sure it needed your and Will’s touch on the place, and a number of things had gone into disrepair as the Millers got older. At some point it had become too much for them, but it was the perfect project for a newlywed couple.

Not once did you regret it. Not when you were lugging heavy boxes up the stairs nor when you learned the roof needed to be replaced. No, each problem was taken in stride because you knew with Will by your side, you’d get through it. There was nothing the two of you could not conquer.

Soon the novelty of the new house wore off and with Benny back at his apartment down the street and Santiago and Frankie back home, you and Will fell into a quiet domesticity. You lived in pieces, your life wrapped up in boxes while you made repairs to the house.

Will, though he meant well, was not as handy as he claimed to be. After the shower incident that required a late-night call to an emergency plumber, your big Delta Force husband was relegated to the simpler tasks, or the ones that required his muscle. If a dresser had to be moved, he was your man, rolling up his sleeves and making it look easy. The same went for anything that required reaching high places (the uppermost cabinets in the kitchen were a real bitch). In the end, Will ended up spending more time turning the side yard into a garden while you turned this old house into your home.

After a month, Will had to go back to work. He’d been requested to give a speech in D.C., back to the other side of the country. As much as you wanted him to stay, you knew that this was important to him. You knew how much it mattered to him to feel useful, to feel good about what he did and so with a kiss to the cheek, you promised him that you’d have the kitchen cabinets all painted by the time he came back.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Classic rock was softly playing out of the radio you had set up on the counter. Painting was boring work, even more so all by yourself. The radio made you feel less alone and so you hummed along as you worked. Stroke after stroke of paint was rolled onto the cabinets, breathing new life into the space. It was really mindless work and so your thoughts wandered as you painted. You thought about the home, what other projects you had in mind. If you finished the cabinets quickly enough you wanted to tackle the downstairs bathroom too before Will got back.

He'd called every night but it wasn’t the same as him being here. If you were lucky, you got him on FaceTime and got to see his face light up when you appeared on his screen. Even with the small image of him on your phone he was so handsome, golden and bright. You’d called him your Apollo once, god of the sun, and he’d found that funny. Ben was picking him up from the airport tomorrow and driving him home and then you’d have your sun again.

The opening of the front door snapped you out of your thoughts, your head whipping around. “Honey?” His gruff voice was unmistakable to you. Without a second thought your paintbrush was set down, dripping slightly off the drop cloth though that was a problem for later. Your feet carried you to him, flinging yourself into his arms when you saw him standing there in the foyer. “I thought you were coming back tomorrow.” You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the smell of him as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “We finished early and I wanted to surprise you.” It was definitely a surprise.

His hand moved from the small of your back to your chin, gently lifting it to place a soft kiss on your lips. “I missed you,” you breathed before stealing another. “I know.” He always knew. He knew every time he left you would miss him and he would miss you. You’d play this game and then he’d come home and reclaim you. One kiss turned into two, which then turned into three and four. Your hands moved to his short blonde hair, moving to the back of his neck to pull him closer, ever closer.

Leaving his bags at the door, you two tangled, desperate for contact, desperate for two to become one again. He picked you up, something you’d normally protest as your feet worked just fine, but instead you let him carry you up the stairs, deeper into your home, to your bedroom.

With a playful grin he tossed you onto the bed, nearly chuckling at the way you almost bounced. His amusement only lasted a moment before lust and his need to have you took over. He descended on you on the bed, lips crashing into yours for a heated kiss as his tongue grazed against your lower lip. He was everywhere at once, overwhelming all of your senses as his name repeated over and over in your head like a mantra.

Will… Will… Will…

His large hands held your wrists above your head, somehow managing the dichotomy of being gentle but firm, while his lips retraced every curve of your skin. Every time he came back the routine was the same. Will wanted, no needed to learn you again, to cover every soft spot that made you sigh to ensure you were the same as when he had left. He needed to know and so he kissed you, his trimmed beard tickling as he slowly made his way down your body earning soft moans along the way.

He only left your wrists when he got to your legs, separating them and placing one over his shoulder as you laid back on the bed. There he paused, looking down at you so bare and exposed and wet beneath him. It was hard not to move under his gaze. “God you’re so beautiful.” You felt heat rise in your cheeks as you whined out his name. He placed a less-than-chaste kiss on your inner thigh before moving closer, breathing in your heady scent. Licking your folds, he let his tongue circle your clit, smirking at the sounds leaving your lips.

He knew your body like the back of his hand and it took no time at all for him to bring you to that peak of pleasure. Closer and closer, more and more you felt your body respond to him, your hips rolling up against his tongue, hands fisting in the sheets or his hair whichever was closer. “C’mon baby,” he coaxed, slipping a finger into your slick heat, curling it to stroke the soft spot that made you cry out and shudder around him.

“That’s one.”

And you knew your husband would follow through with another. He collected your orgasms like some collected baseball cards, counting each and every one. No night ended with just one, leaving you spent exhausted and so satisfied at the end.

Wiping the wetness from his face, he kneeled next to you, watching as your breathing rate came back down, waiting for the sign that he could have you again. As you blinked the haze away, his hands trailed up and down your side, drawing absent patterns against your soft skin. The look in his eyes of restrained hunger made your mouth go momentarily dry, reigniting the flames of passion within you. Propping yourself up on one elbow, you used your other hand to reach for him, pulling him over you.

It was all the encouragement he needed. After tossing his shirt away, his calloused hands move to your thigh, hiking it up over his hip. You had only a moment to take in the sight of him, the well-toned muscle, the scar on the left side of his stomach, before you two crashed together once more. Your hips ground against the hard bulge in his pants, leaving a dark patch in the denim. You needed more, more friction, more him.

He pulled away only long enough to unbutton his pants, kick off his boots and rid himself of the rest of his clothing. Standing at the edge of the bed, he stroked his impressive length a few times as he admired your naked form. Then the wait was too long and crawled over you, lining himself up and so agonizingly slowly pushing himself into you. You tried to be still but it seemed your body had something else in mind as your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him ever closer.

“Someone’s eager,” he breathed, both of you knowing full well that neither of you had the patience to wait much longer. Pressing his lips firmly against yours, he moved, hips snapping into you at a quick pace, his size stretching you in ways no one else ever could. Your body molded to fit around him, your leg wrapping around him once more in an effort to guide him ever deeper. He bottomed out in you before pulling out and pressing into you again and again and again. Each motion put stars behind your eyes, the fireworks building to another crescendo.

You felt him get closer, the rhythm of his hips losing itself as he continued to thrust into you, hips stuttering as the pleasure overwhelmed. “One more honey, I know you have one more.” His low throaty growl in your ear was enough to push you over the brink, your hands clamoring for purchase on his back and shoulders as you cried out once more. Your core clenched down on him and it took only a few more hurried thrusts before you felt his hot seed shooting into you as he let out a low grunt.

His forehead rested against yours as he remained where he was, not wanting to pull out of you just yet. A thin sheen of sweat covered the both of your bodies and despite that you didn’t think either of you were finished quite yet. You had a full week of time apart to make up for. Will pulled his head back from your forehead to give you another soft kiss, this one lacking the passion and lust but more than making up for that with the love and affection he poured into it. “It’s good to be home.”

[boognish-worshipper]

Moonlight

the second part/continuation of Sunrise, Sunset!

this boutta get interesting……. it gets kinda messy but don’t worry, it isn’t over yet 🙏🙏🙏 also trevor can’t spell over text to save his life

//

Lamar didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He just kept thinking the whole situation over, trying his hardest to connect the dots. Make some sense of it, or at least find some logical way to deny the truth. Had it always been Franklin? It’s not like Lamar ever had a long term girlfriend, or even a chick he was hung up on like his… friend. How long had he been completely naïve? He felt stupid for not noticing sooner. He didn’t even have anyone to confide in. He obviously couldn’t confide in Frank right now. Shit. How would he face him? Lamar screwed his eyes shut tight. What the fuck was he gonna do? He tried thinking about who to turn to. Michael was obviously a no-go, what with the dynamic those two had. Then he thought about Trevor. Maybe he’d help. Maybe. It wouldn’t hurt to just ask, right?

hey

crazy guy

wut leroy. u need smthn?

uh, yeah

sort of

wut iz it?

some complicated bs again. nothin new.

cant u go 2 frank 4 whtevr prblm ur having

not exactly

can i meet u somewhere private?

wut 4

u tryna fuk me leroy?

loco. no.

jus. meet me @ vanilla unicorn asap

Lamar sighed heavily, starting to wonder if this was gonna be a bad idea to try and talk to him about this. But Trevor was kinda fruity anyway, so at least he wouldn’t judge. His phone buzzed again.

alrdy hear bro

Lamar raced over to the strip club, going through the back entrance. Trevor was sitting on his desk, already waiting for Lamar’s arrival.

“LD! What brings you to my fine establishment at this time?” He stood up, but remained leaning against the desk behind him.

“Listen man, it’s.. it’s serious.”

Trevor’s faced lifted, looking surprised. Or.. whatever concerned looked like by his terms.

“How serious we talkin’ bro?”

“Ion know, just some stupid shit I’ve been tryna wrap my head around.”

“Uhh, elaborate on that?”

“It’s gotta do with Fr-…eaky shit going on with me.”

Trevor squinted at him, like he was trying to read Lamar’s mind.

“Like..?”

“Something to do with love, I think?”

“Oh. Well. Why’d you come to me for help?”

“Because I..” He said, the words deflating in his mouth.

“I think you’re the only person who could understand where I’m coming from?”

“…I’m not reading ya. Just say it, Lamar. Jeez.”

“I think I’m in love with someone.”

A long pause filled the air with tension.

“That it?”

“Well, not exactly.”

“Jesus bro, what is the matter with you right now? You look like you’re gonna faint.”

“It’s, it’s someone we know, alright? There.”

Trevor squinted his eyes again, but not for long. His eyebrows flew to his hairline, and he stood upright from the desk he was perched on.

“Wait a minute…”

Lamar looked down at the ground, embarrassment swirling around in his stomach. He felt like some child that had been yelled at for stealing some candy. He didn’t like it. He was a grown fuckin’ man for crying out loud.

“You don’t mean..”

He stood there, saying nothing and grabbing his arm protectively. The silence was back, lingering for too long.

“I fuckin’ knew it.” Trevor said, almost inaudible.

“Wh.. what?” Lamar spluttered out, looking up.

“I fucking knew it!”

Somehow hearing those words comforted and pissed off Lamar. Obviously Trevor wasn’t planning on judging him for it, but how did he know before him?

“What the fuck you mean you knew?!”

“Oh please, Lamar. You aren’t a very subtle person.”

“I am too!”

“No. You’re not. You’re really not.”

“Tell me. How, how am I not subtle as a motherfucker?”

“Hmm… I can think of a few instances to count, but honestly a perfect example was that conversation we had dropping those cars off for he-who-shall-not-be-named.”

Lamar cocked his head sideways, confused. Trevor shook his head before starting his sentence back up.

“Remember when you ah… inquired about Michael and I? Our past?”

“Yeah, what of it?”

“You compared us to some.. I don’t know, divorced couple or something. Figuring it was romantic?” He averted his gaze, turning pink.

“Well, I mean after the whole rundown of our partnership, I asked you about how you and our boy Frankie met.”

“Mhm..”

“And you gave me some weird, uncomfortable story about you having a threesome with him- Which he apparently wasn’t even apart of to begin with. Didn’t know why he even appeared in that memory, but I guess it sort of makes sense now. It was also the fact you.. uh, deciphered my relationship, and tried to compare it to you and Frank. That’s how I started to catch on.”

“Shit.”

“I mean I… I was in the same boat as you, kid. You were right, y’know.”

“I was?”

“Michael and I… were never perfect. But back then I was,” His voice lowered.

“…Am.” He corrected, voice barely above a whisper. Coughing, he continued.

“In love with him. Or something.”

“Shit, for real?”

“For reals homie. I know what you’re going through. Only difference is Mikey uh.. was a little more repressed than I was. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

Lamar stood in shock, eventually flopping down on the couch.

“What the fuck am I gon’ do, Trevor?”

“Well, I know I’m friends with him but I’m not exactly as close to him as you or Mike. So I can’t exactly say whether or not he’s like Michael in that regard, you know?”

“Fuck, man…”

“Hey.. I uh, I’m sorry if I wasn’t much help. I never really knew how to deal with those feelings towards Mike. It’s like, even harder to manage when you have a bond like that.”

“No, no. I needed this I think.”

“Go home, Lamar. Try to get some rest or something.”

As he got up, he placed a hand on Trevor’s shoulder.

“Thanks.”

For the first time since they met, Trevor gave him a genuine smile. He patted his hand and scooted him out the door. Driving back, he still felt sort of restless. Even if he did sleep, it wasn’t gonna be enough. When he got back home and in his bed, he pulled out his phone.

So you’re back.

yup

i thought about what you said

Wait - really?

yeah. i’m a fuckin idiot

Doesn’t take a psychic to know that.

hey

that’s uncalled for lady

What is it you need? It’s very late you know - is what I said keeping you up?

bingo bitch

and uh yeah, i need to know what the fuck u said to franklin

what does he know?

All I told him was that I saw you at his house - very frequently I might add.

I might’ve mentioned you were there in his old room all the time, in his bed with someone he knew - an older woman, perhaps? He didn’t take it too well.

wait a minute

his auntie? i mean she bad and all but

i never.. like did anything with her. not like that

He thought differently. The implications might’ve been misread - why would you choose his childhood bed for something like that? Shame on you

and i might’ve picked the wrong fuckin person to speak to

lady, what the fuck? i never fucked his auntie!

i wouldn’t do that to him, even if she got a dumptruck ass

You are a strange man Lamar. All I saw was you two in his bed, very, very often.

I wouldn’t have known you felt anything for him had you not contacted me - and even now you still made a pass at her!

all we did was talk! n there’s nothing wrong wit admiring ass.

Whatever you say - oh wait…

I’m seeing something

goddammit

it better be good

I’m seeing you two again - and you’re right. You’re talking… about Franklin?

why else would we be in his room. if i was gon fuck his auntie we would’ve done it in hers or sumn

or in the livin room maybe.

I’m seeing something else now - he’s taken the place of his aunt. Oh. Wow…

what? what is it?

what do u see?

I… completely misinterpreted Franklin’s reading. It seems like it was supposed to be him in her place.

I’m not sure how he read it exactly - my best guess was that it wasn’t the latter.

And seeing as he no longer lived there, the vision got mixed up some how for both of us. You did have some connection to her though - don’t lie. That was most likely the problem.

i mean yeah. i hit on her a couple times

maybe thought it about it once or twice

More than that.

whatever. still, i ain’t do shit to her, ion stoop that low lady

Then I apologize. But I cannot fix this problem for you - you’re going to have to talk things out

Because right now, he’s assuming you’re acting weird because you actually *did* something with his aunt.

Fuck me man

this sucks

ur evil lady, u know that?

Hey, I’m not the one hanging out with his aunt. Now go to bed. I’ll deal with you another time.

hey wait

come back

SERVICE UNAVAILABLE. PLEASE TRY AGAIN LATER.

“God fuckin’ damn it not again!”

He chucked his phone against the wall, and began yelling into his pillow. He wasn’t gonna sleep right at all until he fixed this mess. Fucking psychic lady.

The next morning when Lamar passed by his mirror he audibly gasped. He looked like shit. He looked like he was definitely hiding something. And he knew he couldn’t see Frank today. His phone buzzed and as soon as he glanced down he felt the urge to throw it across the room. Speak of the fuckin’ devil. Franklin was fucking calling him. Taking a deep breath, he hit answer.

“Yo.”

“Hey L. How you feelin’?”

“Better. Thanks.”

“Yeah man. You know what was up wit’ you or…”

“I.. I think it was some sort of stomach bug man. Doin’ alright now tho.”

“Glad to hear.”

“So are you callin’ me for something or-“

“Actually yeah. I wanted to talk to you.”

“N-now?”

“Later. Sunset? That cool wit’ you?”

“Uh yeah, yeah. Heard it’s a full moon.”

“Dope. Been meaning to talk about this for a while anyway, and you always dragging me around to go see the sunrise.”

“Makes sense.” More sense than the shit he was in the middle of.

“See you then?”

“Of course dog.”

Click. Lamar dropped his shoulders, which had grown tense during the duration of the call. He didn’t have a whole lot of time to understand what he was dealing with better. He thought to himself that he couldn’t possibly be gay, because he loved himself some hoes now and then. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel the same around Franklin. Women and men… was that possible? Could you be into men AND women? He looked it up on his phone, and found a definition that fit him. Bisexual? That’s a thing? He thought it was just, gay and straight. That you couldn’t be both. But… at least that was accounted for. Putting his phone away, he moved on to the next part of the puzzle. What was he going to do when night time came? He couldn’t straight up tell Franklin. That would ruin everything. But how would he explain that he didn’t fuck his Aunt? He had to have a reason to back it up. Either way, he was screwed.

Night came too quick. Lamar kept pacing his room, not taking his eyes off his phone that rested on his bed. Any minute Frank would call him. Any fucking minute now. He still didn’t have a plan. What was he going to do? The phone lit up, buzzing loudly. Oh no. He practically dove to answer it, feigning a nonchalant tone. It wasn’t very impressive.

“Heyyy Frank. I was waiting for word from you.”

“Hey. I’m on my way, be ready.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“See you in 5 L.”

Even after Frank hung up, he didn’t lower the phone from his ear. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, ohshit. He was panicking now, phone dropping to the floor. Not noticing how long he was standing there, he heard a car pull up, then honk. Oh, shit. He raced out the door clumsily, trying to shove his phone in his pocket. Opening the car door, he was hit with the now overwhelming scent of Franklin. Something along the lines of weed and the same cologne he’d be buying for years. He remembered how Tanisha had gotten it for him back when they first started dating as a gift. The detail only made him more nauseous.

“Hey LD.”

“Hey.”

“Get in homie, I got a good spot for us, real sick view n shit.”

“Ah.. aight.”

The car ride wasn’t entirely awful for Lamar, listening to Collard Greens play loudly through the speakers. Franklin had taken them to some secluded spot near Vespucci beach, where no one would bother them. As they got out of the car, Lamar got a clear view of the sunset. It was even better than a sunrise. They found a bench to sit on, and Lamar felt like there wasn’t enough space between them. Did it magically fucking shrink as soon as they sat down? Shit. He cleared his throat, trying to seem neutral and not like he was internally freaking the fuck out.

“So uh… what’d you need to talk to me about?”

Franklin sighed, and Lamar’s stomach was in knots.

“It’s.. just somethin’ I been thinkin’ about for a while. I really jus’ didn’t know how to bring it up or whatever. But let’s jus’ enjoy the sunset right now.”

In contrast to how every sunrise went, the sunset contained shades of pinks and purples. There were also mixed shades of green, from the combination of yellow and blue clashing together. It was a miraculous sight. Frank was right, why didn’t they see sunsets more often? He watched the light sink down past the water, replaced by moonlight not much later. The two sat in silence, as stars filled the sky. The view had grown darker, but he could see the moonbeam reflect in the calm waves. He turned to Franklin, who had a serene expression on his face. He was blue in the moonlight, and it made Lamar feel all kinds of things he never felt for anyone before. Franklin side-eyed him, sitting upright. Here goes nothing.

“Lamar… I just. I gotta ask. I uh.. heard from someone,” Fucking psychic lady.

“That you uh.. and my.. Denise. My Aunt. Were uh.. you were at my house or something with her?”

Lamar eyes were wide. Franklin looked anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable bringing the topic up. He kept tripping over his words, not knowing how to ask.

“Are.. and I won’t be mad if you are, but are you… and my Aunt.. Are y’all foolin’ around?” He scrunched his face up getting the words out. He almost looked hurt, like he was betrayed at the thought of it all.

“What?”

“Are you fuckin’ my Auntie or what man?!” He forced out.

“Franklin. What.”

He knew the psychic lady had said he got the wrong idea, but hearing it out loud from him was just mind boggling.

“Jesus Christ Franklin, no. I’m not! Why would you even think that?!”

Now he felt hurt. Did he really think Lamar would do something like that?

“You say shit about her all the fuckin’ time! I don’t even know why, because she’s fuckin’ nuts man! I have heard a million and one remarks about her from yo bitchass self!”

“Yeah but I would never-“

“And in my fuckin’ bed man?! Are you for real?!”

“I’m not fucking her! I never was!”

“That’s not what I fuckin’ heard dog! And don’t think I haven’t noticed how weird you’ve been actin’, all guilty n shit. I knew you were hidin’ shit from me, I jus’ didn’t think it’d be my absolute worst fuckin’ nightmare!”

“Franklin! For fucks sake bro that’s not why I’ve been actin’ so weird!”

“Then tell me, exactly, what the hell your problem is!”

Lamar’s mouth hung open, looking for what the fuck to say.

“Homie. It’s not like that. I’m seriously, seriously not fucking her. I’m… just-”

“What, Lamar?!”

“I think I’m in love.”

Shock covered Franklin’s face. Complete, utter shock. His face then twisted into a furious expression.

“Are you fuckin’ for real right now? You’re not fuckin’ my Aunt, you’re in love with her?! Fuck you man!”

“Wait, no that’s not what was I was implying-“

Franklin shot up from his seat, throwing his hands up.

“You’ve officially lost yo mind dog. You two enjoy each other. I’m fuckin’ out of here bro.”

“Franklin, wait-“

“No, no. I.. I need to go. I need to clear my mind or whatever the fuck, because I am just… unbelievably pissed right now.”

“But I’m not-“

“Save it, LD. I’ll… catch you later. Or something. Bye.”

Franklin walked back to his car, abandoning Lamar. Some how, this was worse than confessing to him. He felt sick to his stomach. How the hell was he gonna fix this mess? He remained seated, watching the water lap at the shore. He needed to fix this. And he knew, although he wish he didn’t have to, that’d he’d have to come clean. He didn’t want to ruin his friendship, and some how still did by just not blurting it out. Soon. Soon, after Franklin was ready to talk to him again. He prayed to a higher being, hoping desperately it’d all work out.

//end of pt 2!!!!! i’m sorry this is kinda angsty or whatever :( but i am gonna write a happy ending for this!! lamar deserves the world i love his character sm *sobs* (also sorry this part’s longer than the last one LMAO)

[thefloorisbalaclava]

pragma - part twelve

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Female Reader

Warnings: light smut, angst (but there’s some fluff as well)

A/N: Here it is. We’ve all been expecting it so hopefully it doesn’t hurt too much. If it does, feel free to come yell at me lol. (It’s from Frankie’s POV)

Summary: It’s time for Frankie to go but not before he spends one last day with you.

pragma masterlist

Frankie had a hard time sleeping for the past few nights. It seemed the closer he got to leaving the less he slept. Now his last day with her was here and watching her sleep was all he could do to keep himself from losing his mind. How could he leave her now that he had her, now that he had experienced true happiness?

He decided to make this day a good one—one that neither of them would forget. The sun was just rising as he kissed her softly to wake her.

“Mm morning,” she said sleepily, stretching and looking out the window. “It’s early.”

“Yeah, it’s gonna take us a few hours to get where we need to so we better get a move on.” He sat up and ran a hand through his messy hair.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You’ll see.” He smiled down at her and touched the dog tag she hadn’t taken off since he gave it to her. “Looks good on you.”

“The guy who gave it to me is really hot, you know?”

“Is he? Do I know him?” He played along.

“You might.” She sat up and the sheet fell from her naked body. He determined then and there that he would never see anything lovelier than his dog tag on her bare skin. She moved closer and kissed him.

“As tempting as you are, ángel mío, we gotta go.” He got out of bed reluctantly and walked to the bathroom hearing her wolf whistle behind him.

“I’d follow that anywhere.” She rolled out of bed and followed him to the bathroom, tapping his bottom lightly then wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“I can’t move,” he said.

“Too bad.” She kissed his back and kept holding on as he struggled to turn the shower on. “See? You’re doing fine.”

He finally pried her off and turned to face her. “This will be a quick shower, you understand? None of that…other stuff. We gotta get on the road.”

She pouted. “Fine.”

*

They had still stayed in the shower for about an hour and Frankie blamed her for that. She knew how irresistible she was. He could never say no to her.

As they walked downstairs together, she asked him for the fiftieth time. “Where are we going? Am I dressed right for it?”

He turned and looked at her outfit—jeans, boots, a tank top with a flannel she had stolen from him thrown over it. “You’re fine.”

“You’re fine too.” She giggled at the look on his face.

“I’m gonna make us some sandwiches for lunch. And, yeah, I already know your favorite.”

“Oo sandwiches. Are we going on a picnic?”

“Not tellin' you.” He moved around the kitchen grabbing what he needed.

“Fine. Are we taking my car or yours?”

“Mine. I gotta stop home and get something out of the garage. That okay?”

“That’s fine.” She tried to help him make the sandwiches a few times but he always stopped her. “What am I supposed to do?”

“Be patient.” After a few more minutes he was done. “See?”

“Sandwich bags are in that drawer.” She pointed to the one left of him.

“Thank you.” He handed her the bags. “You get to hold these while I drive.”

“Great,” she said unenthusiastically.

“Oh, we also need to stop for ice.”

“What in the world?”

“That’s why I said we needed to get going but someone has the hormones of a teenager.” He eyed her.

“Okay so you didn’t like the shower sex?” she asked.

“I…didn’t say that.” He walked around her and grabbed his jacket. “Come on.”

*

The first place he stopped was a little convenience store to get the ice and a few snacks. Now they were on their way to his place. She kept glancing at him and he knew she was itching to ask again.

“If you ask again, I’ll leave you here,” he said.

“That’s not nice.” She sat back and stayed quiet as he pulled up to his house.

“Be right back.” He smirked as she ignored him and pretended to be mad. He knew she would be watching his every move out the window. The first thing he grabbed from the garage was a cooler then went to the fridge he kept in there that was full of beer and put a few in. He knocked on her window and she rolled it down. “Gimme the sandwiches.”

“Here. Meanie.”

“Love you too.” He kissed her forehead as she leaned out the window and watched him. Next, he went back for the fishing poles and he saw how she perked up out the corner of his eye.

“Are we going fishing?!” she asked excitedly.

“Yeah but there’s a little more to it.” He loaded the things into the cab then got back in the truck. “It’s gonna take us a while to get there.”

“That’s okay. I’m with you.”

“So, you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“Good. I thought I would have to tickle you.” He started the car and began to drive.

*

About two hours later, he pulled up to a quiet spot and woke her gently. “We’re here, baby.”

“Hm?” She blinked a few times and stretched. “Where are we?”

“Come on.” He got out then walked around to help her out.

“It’s beautiful,” she sighed.

“My dad used to bring me here to fish. It was our secret spot now I’m sharing it with someone else I love.” It was another memory he wanted to leave her with. This was his first time bringing anyone else here.

“Frankie…” She put a hand over her heart and blinked tears away. “Does anyone know about this?”

“Not that I know of. Ready?” She nodded and helped him unload the cab.

As they walked towards the water, she stopped. “Do we have bait?”

“No…we’ll dig for some though.”

“Dig for some? Dig for worms? I haven’t done that since I was a kid." He loved seeing how excited she got over the smallest things. She put the stuff down and ran to find a good spot. “I think we’ll find a lot here!”

“I think you’re right.” He joined her and they both started digging. She squealed happily whenever she found a worm and each time, he fell more in love with her.

After ten minutes of digging, they had enough to last them a while so they headed back towards the water.

“You know how to do this?” Frankie picked up one of the poles and baited the hook. “Come here.” He held his arms open and she stood between them, facing out towards the water. “Hold it right here. Make sure you watch your line. Where do you think we should cast?”

“Hmmm…there.” She pointed to the middle of the lake.

“Okay, so…you’re gonna pull back…good…and swing. Look at you, pro.” He moved away and watched her.

“Fr-Frankie…don’t leave. What if I catch something?”

“You start reeling it in,” he told her.

“What if it’s big and pulls me in?!” The panic in her voice made him move close to her again.

“Guess I gotta jump in and get you then, right?”

“You better.” They stood quietly for a while until she gasped and looked over at him. “I felt something! Here!” She tried passing him the pole.

“Nope, you’re doing it. You got this. I’m right here.” He put his arms around her then placed his hands over hers lightly. “Pull gently and start reeling it in. If it starts fighting, let up a bit.”

“H-how am I doing?” she asked nervously.

“You’re doing great. Keep going. You almost got him.”

After a few more minutes, she shouted as she pulled the fish out of the water. “Shit!”

“You did it!”

“What now?!”

“Take it off the hook.” He pointed to the fish.

“Do what now?” The fish flopped and she jumped. “You do it!”

“Fine.” Frankie could do this blindfolded but she watched him in awe as if he had just shown her a secret move. “There.” He threw the fish back in and she handed him the fishing pole.

“Thank you. I’ll sit and watch you now.” She kicked her boots and socks off then rolled her pants up and sat down to put her feet in the water.

*

They fished for a few hours and she eventually learned how to take a fish off the hook which made her more excited than it should have.

“Let’s eat,” she suggested, standing and grabbing her boots to walk back to the truck. She hopped up into the cab and pulled out hand sanitizer. “Here.” He took the bottle from her after jumping up beside her.

“Snack or sandwich?” he asked opening the cooler.

“Sandwich please."

“And we got Coors or Bud.” He held up both cans and she grabbed the Coors. He always loved how she enjoyed drinking beer.

“This is so nice.” Then sun was high in the sky and she turned her face towards it with her eyes closed. “Why’d you bring me here? Is it because…”

“I wanted to spend time with you away from everything. Just us. Living in the moment, you know?” He took his hat off and scratched his head.

“Because you leave tomorrow.” The emotion in her voice made his heart hurt. “This is the last thing we’ll do together until…”

“None of that. Look at me.” He wiped a tear away from the corner of her eye and ran his thumb along her cheek. Her skin was warm from the sun. “We’ll always have this, okay? And we’ll come back here over and over again. We’ll make it our thing.”

“Our thing,” she repeated before taking a bite of her sandwich. “Yum. I want you to make all my sandwiches from now on.”

“You got it.” He took a bite of his sandwich and she laughed as she wiped something from his lip.

“Can we stay here forever? We’ll just fish if we need food.”

All of a sudden, he felt emotional. Seeing her sitting there so content wanting to stay with him forever.

Forever.

She really wanted it and he could be taking that away from her.

“I love you. I always will, Frankie.”

That broke him. He lowered his head and cried. “I…”

Dropping her sandwich, she scrambled to him and made him look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t deserve you,” he choked out.

“But you do.” She wrapped her arms around him and let him cry.

“I don’t wanna die,” he whispered.

“You won’t, you know why? Because I said so. You can’t die. We have so much more to do.” She wiped his tears away then ran her fingers through his hair and he closed his eyes.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

“I love you too.”

*

They had drank most of the beers by the time the sun started going down. He was holding her close, listening to her talk about whatever came to her mind. It was wonderful. It was painful. He realized that he wouldn’t hear her voice for God knows how long. As night drew nearer, the further away he felt.

“You still with me?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Look.” She pointed up at the moon. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Kiss me,” he said. “Please.”

When her lips met his, he wrapped his arms around her a little too tightly but she didn’t seem to mind. She began shrugging the flannel shirt off, moving onto his lap in the process.

“You said no one comes here, right?” she asked between kisses and he nodded. “Good. Let’s...we should…”

“Yeah.” He knew what she wanted, what she needed, without words. This was it. This was there last time together this way before he left.

He undressed her slowly, kissing every inch of skin that he could. He marked her, leaving a few more reminders for her to remember him by until they faded. She squirmed beneath him, calling out to him, begging him for more. He pulled his shirt off and she helped him with the rest. They both laid there, naked as the day they were born, bathed in moonlight.

When she climbed on top of him, he ran his hands up her stomach to her breasts, touching her until she gasped. A goddess—that’s what she was. She leaned down and kissed him wherever she could, leaving her own marks on him. And as she did, she slowly lowered herself onto him. They both cried out into the night. It was beautiful and passionate and emotional. He could see the tears shining on her cheeks in the moonlight so he sat up and held her close. He cried too but when they kissed, it didn’t matter whose cheeks were wetting whose. They cried together, whimpering and moaning, making a memory.

With a gentle kiss, he laid her down on her back and gave himself to her fully. His tears fell onto her skin and she reached up to touch his face. He needed to be closer so he tucked his arms under her and put his forehead to hers as he moved inside her, as they moved as one.

“Frankie,” she cried, sniffing quietly. “Never let me go.”

“Never, baby. Never.” He grunted loudly and pushed into her a little harder and she moaned for him. He kept it up. Over and over again until he felt as though he was losing control. He felt her hand slip between their bodies and knew she was ready.

“Right now, Frankie. Please,” she begged and he obeyed. He would do anything she asked of him. The sound he let out was something between a moan and a sob as he thrust into her hard, making her cry out each time his hips slammed against her. He almost missed when she finished but the feeling of her around him pulled him back.

“I fucking love you,” he said as he kissed her salty, sweaty skin. If he could stay inside her forever, he would.

“I love you too.” She cradled him against her and they stayed that way for a long time. They knew they couldn’t stay this way forever but they would cherish every second they could.

*

Frankie didn’t want to go back, neither of them did, but he drove them home. The silence was deafening and even though she held his hand the entire time, he never felt further away from her. She felt it too, he could tell by the way she stared out at nothing while squeezing his hand.

As he pulled up to her house, which had become his home, he moved in slow motion. That was good. The slower time went, the longer he had with the love of his life. They walked into the house, still so much to be said but both unwilling to say it. She paused as she took in the packed bags by the door. They had been there for a while but he could see they had a different effect on her tonight.

“I’m here,” he said to distract her but her hands balled up into fists as she continued to stare at the bags. Frankie walked into her line of vision and made her look at him. “Right here, baby.”

There were no tears. She just looked at him with those beautiful eyes then put her head against his chest.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” she murmured.

“For you.”

“Are you scared?” she asked.

“Yes,” he confessed. He was ready to confess each and every one of his sins to her, but the thing was, she already knew the deepest and darkest of them. There would be nothing he could confess that would scare her away and that’s why he loved her the way he did. This was the woman he was going to marry, he vowed right then and there. When the time was right, he would ask and pray that she said yes. For now, though, he fell to his knees only to have her hold him against her, head against her tummy as he closed his eyes. Her name left his mouth like a prayer. He was asking God, or whoever was up there, to watch over her, to hold her even when he couldn’t.

She cried silently above him, her tears like holy water dripping onto his head. “Let’s go to bed.” And they did but there was no sleep to be had. They laid awake and cried, laughed, talked, and cried again. When the sun peeked through the curtains, she got out of bed and left the bedroom but came back quickly.

“Almost forgot to give you this.” She handed him a photo of herself. “You said you needed one to…to take with you.”

Frankie ran his finger over the photo, tracing her face just like he did when he watched her sleep. “Thank you.”

*

They sat downstairs quietly, waiting for Santiago to pick him up. She already told him that she would say goodbye here, she wouldn’t be able to handle it any other way.

“Think of me,” he said.

“Always.” She kissed him softly just as a horn sounded outside.

They walked out hand-in-hand, carrying bags with their free hands. Santiago got out to take the bags from her then hugged her.

“Please bring him back to me,” she cried. “Please.”

“You have my word, hermana. I promise.” Santiago got back in the car and she waved to the other guys before turning to him.

“So,” he said, grateful for the sunglasses hiding his tearful eyes.

“Got the picture?” she asked and he tapped his jacket near his heart.

“Yup.” He sniffled quietly as she adjusted his hat and straightened his jacket.

“Lookin' good, soldier.” Then she caved, covering her face and falling against him. “Frankie…you better come back, you hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am. I could never let you down.” He held her tightly and let her cry before giving her that last kiss. He had been putting it off as long as he could, but there was no more time.

“Come back to me,” she sobbed. He had to wrench himself away because if he held her any longer, he’d never leave.

He sat near the window and she held onto his hand as Santiago started the car. “I…I can’t…” Her cries were breaking his heart and he couldn’t let her go even as Santiago began driving. She walked beside the car, still holding onto him. “Frankie.”

“The moon, remember? Just keep looking at the moon and I will too, okay? The same moon, baby.”

“Okay…okay. I love you!”

“I love you more.” He kissed her hand and finally let go. “Go, man. Drive,” he told Santiago, afraid that if he didn’t, he would surely jump out of the car to run back to her. Something told him not to look back but he did and he saw her on her knees, crying into her hands.

His life felt as though it was falling apart all over again and he realized it was because she was the one that held him together and now that he was leaving, everything was one big mess again.

“It’s alright,” Santiago said, looking at him in the rearview mirror. “You’ll be home before you know it.”

Frankie didn’t respond. He looked back out the window before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the picture of her and running his thumb along her smile.

Keep looking at the moon, baby.

[thirteen]

Tags: @cable-kenobi @saltywintersoldat @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @pedrosdoll @psychobillybunny @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead @keeper0fthestars @mrsparknuts @thinemineours @huliabitch @synystersilenceinblacknwhite @lavenderl3mons @mrscrain-x7 @fioccodineveautunnale @gooddaykate @themilkface @tiffdawg @ms-dont-care @mus1caln0tes @awesomefandomsunited @seawhisperer @virtualxjournality @badassbaker @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol​ @lokiaddicted @forever-rogue​

[fics-for-my-heart]

Newbie (s.s) p.2

Summery: Starting a new school with the ability to see that someone is supernatural takes a crazy turn

Word Count: 5720  

Warning: someone gets taken, talk of blood, talk of torture

A/N: Woah this got out of hand. I wasn’t expecting this to take so long, and to be this long either. I hope the ending doesn’t come off as rushed. I kinda enjoyed this and if anyone wants, I could do another part? I’d need some ideas for monsters though! Hope you enjoy

Part One  Part Two

Masterlist

You spent every day after school with Stiles and the pack in the week since your trip to Sunnydale. Stiles had insisted on taking you home after school, or picking you up whenever there was a potential lead. Stating that it would be faster to show you than to hope you didn’t get lost. You’d rolled your eyes, but secretly you didn’t mind being driven around. Plus, Stiles was cute, so that may have been another reason. 

Argent and Derek had taken over most of the actual searching. Scott joined them most nights, but the rest of you had been tasked with connections and trying to determine who the skincrawler currently was. Which was proving difficult. You couldn’t do much without the identification of the skinned body, and you hadn’t been able to find anyone with the grey colored aura. 

“We got an ID on the last body.” Sheriff Stlinski announced as he and Parish walked into Scott’s kitchen. Stiles grabbed the file folder from his dad, immediately shifting through the new information. 

“We also think the church connection was the start. But it turns out that there’s also a family connection.” Parish added. “The first three victim went to the same church, but the fourth is related to the second and third.” 

“It’ll stay with the family.” You sighed. “Once it finds easy prey like that it’ll stay. Who is it?” 

“Stephan Milligan?” Stiles looked around the room. "Anyone know him?" 

Heads shook, shoulders shrugged, then Mason, Liam's best friend, spoke up. "Yeah, he was in my math class." He turned his phone around to show a photo of an innocent looking kid. "He said something a few weeks ago about his aunt being sick. I didn't think anything of him not being in class."

Sheriff Stlinski nodded. "His aunt was the second victim. His cousin was the third." 

"It's probably trying to keep a low profile." You said, thinking back to something Willow had told you before you left. "The resurrection ritual needs to be done just right to work. If anything goes wrong, or something interferes, then everything could go wrong. Most of the time they try to put themselves in the lives of whoever they have taken over. But because this one is trying to do this ritual it’s definitely not going to try and be noticed.”

"It's doing a poor job then." Stiles said, he was still looking over the files. "It's just leaving the bodies around in the open, like it wants to get caught."

"I can't figure that part out. Normally they are discreet. Unless it's part of the ritual or something." You pulled your phone out to text Buffy and Willow.

"Mason, can you send everyone that photo. It'll help knowing who we are looking for." Scott asked, before he could say anything else everyone's phones vibrated. "Thanks. I'm going to go out tonight with Derek and see if we can maybe track his scent." He looked at you. "Do you think that will work?"

"Honestly, not sure. The only other werewolf I know wasn't around when this was going on. But it wouldn't hurt to try."

After a bit more planning, with Malia agreeing to go with Scott, and Lydia going with Mason and Liam to see if she can pick up on anything from Stephans locker, you all called it a night. Per the new norm, Stiles took you home, he was silent almost the entire way. His brows pinched as he worked his lip. You’d picked up on this being his tell that his mind was racing.

"What's going on up there?" You asked, tapping his forehead.

He startled, glancing at you a moment before looking back at the road. "It's bothering me."

You waited for him to finish, but he  grew quiet agan. "What is?"

He pursed his lips. "This thing, it's not being stealthy. I can't shake the feeling that it wants us to find these people. Wants us to find it. Something just isn't sitting right with me." He put the Jeep in park in your driveway, then turned to face you.

"It's not sitting right with me either. I texted Buffy and Willow, but they haven't gotten back to me. We still have a few days before it attacks again."

"That's what worries me."

"Me too. But, with everyone on the lookout now, I'm sure we will find it before it takes another person." You grabbed your bag, looking back at him. "Try and get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

He looked at you a moment before smiling softly. "Goodnight."He waited for you to get in your door before leaving, and you waited for his tail lights to disappear before closing the door.

-----

"Alright class," Mrs. Hopkins started handing papers out, speaking as she went. "I want you to pick a partner, and go over this assignment. We are about to start The Crucible. I want you and your partner to pick a character and write a character Analysis on them. This project will be done over the next couple of weeks but I want you to pick the character now. And no you can’t change it. Get started." She waved her hands, then returned to her desk.

Stiles immediately moved his desk against yours, blocking you in. 

"Howdy, partner." He winked.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Who said I wanted to work with you?"

His hand went to his chest in fake offence. "Unbelievable. I thought we had something building here."

Your cheeks warmed, you knew he was joking, but you really had been growing some feelings for him. You grabbed his desk as he tried to pull away. "I'm kidding."

"I know. I just like messing with you. So, witch trials." He leaned on his hand, his fingers covering his lips as he looked at you.

"Ridiculous. And barbaric. Witches weren't even seen as being bad till some crazy dude was convinced one of the local witches cursed his horses. Then it was 'she made me ugly' and 'my crops died because of that hag'. And the tests? Who the hell even thought of them?"

Stiles had a smile on his face, his brows slightly raised.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"No, but it's kinda cute when you get all defensive over something you care about."

You rolled your eyes again before picking up your pen and getting started on the assignment.

The rest of the day went by quick, and before you knew it you were sitting in the Jeep waiting on Stiles.  You'd been waiting a bit so when someone tapped on the window you jumped.

"Sorry." Liam cringed when you rolled the window down. "Scott told me to meet him here. Said there was some news?"

You shrugged, moving to the back of the Jeep so he could get in. The two of you talked for a bit before you saw Stiles and Scott coming out of the school. Their heads were close as they made their way to the car. Although the colors around Stiles were slightly muted, Scotts glowed like a light blue fire around him when the sun hit just right. You had become hyper aware of the auras to try and locate the skincrawler, you hadn't had much luck. You'd been working a few hours a day with whoever from the pack was available to try and hone in on making the colors appear more vivid. It had helped, but you hadn't had any luck locating the grey aura. But, you did notice that the colors around Stiles wern’t nearly as vivid as you had first thought. You also hadn't brought it up to him yet. It never felt like the right time, and you wanted to try and figure it out before springing it on him.

"Hey." Stiles said when he climbed into the driver's seat. "Ready to hear some good news?"

"Always." You responded, turning your attention to Scott who was leaning in the window.

"Argent thinks they may have found where the skincrawler is hiding."

"Let me guess, a really old crypt?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. Him and Parrish found one that had the door busted open and there were some clothes and stuff. They aren't 100% sure if it's the skincrawler, but they set up some cameras to watch it.”

"What is it with bad supernaturals and crypts?" You groaned. The boys laughed. "I'm serious. I've gone on patrols with Buffy and I can't tell you how many times we have cleared out crypts. That's where we took out the group of skincrawlers. It's weird. Plus they are always full of spiders." You shivered. Just the thought of spiders made you get creepy crawly feelings. 

Liam spun around in his seat. "Wait a second. You've encountered actual demons, but spiders scare you?" His face was dead serious for a moment before he busted out laughing. "That's so fun..ow!" He reached for his arm. "What was that for?" He asked Stiles who was shaking his fist out. 

"Get out of the Jeep if you're going to make fun of Y/N." His face was deadly serious as he eyed the young wolf who could easily whoop his ass. 

"Oh stop." You laughed, covering Stiles' face with your hand. "Don't try and intimidate the wolf."

Liam stuck his tongue out as Scott pulled the door open and grabbed him by his shirt. "Alright, we don't need either of you crying later." He was already dragging Liam away from the jeep. "I'll catch up with you guys tonight." He waved bye and gently bumped into Liam as they both walked off. 

You flopped yourself down into the passenger seat, taking a moment to look at Stiles as he fiddled with the sheriff department scanner. It surprised you that in a little over a week you had become close with everyone. Lydia and Malia had already talked you into girls night, and the boys kept an eye out for you just like they did each other. It was nice considering the seriousness of the situation in which you came into their lives. After losing the one person outside of family who understood and didn't judge you, you put up a wall. But these people, this pack that welcomed you with the understanding that being a little different isn't a bad thing, had slowly poked hole in that wall. 

You pulled yourself from your thoughts, eyes focusing on the multicolored boy at your side. "Feeeeeeed me, Stilinski." 

He turned to look at you, a smirk on his face. "Dude, I gave you my mini muffin pack like an hour ago." 

"I'll have you know I've been working very hard in that hour and now need more food if I'm to have the energy to start this project early."

He rolled his eyes with a laugh as he started the Jeep. He didn't even have to ask you where you wanted to go as he headed in the direction of the local sushi place.

Thirty minutes later the two of you were sitting at the dining room table, the book for class and an ungodly amount of sushi between you both. 

"I think we should go with Reverend Hale." You suggest, popping a piece of sushi in your mouth. 

Stiles shrugged, looking up from his phone. "Sure, he seems like might be a bit of a complex character."

You look at him a moment, then look at his phone and back up at him. "Did you google it?" He slapped his phone face down, stuffing a piece of sushi in his mouth. "Oh my god, you did!" You reach for his phone and he pulls it back to him. 

"Noh!" He laughs, his mouth still full. 

"Ew. I know it's seafood, Stilinski but I don't need to see your food!" 

He laughed harder, opening his mouth wider as your hand tried to close it. 

Then there's a knock at the door and you both freeze. Stiles quickly swallowed the food. 

"Were you expecting someone?" You shake your head. "Hold on, I'll get it." You follow behind him as he looks through the peephole then sighed with relief as he unlocks the door. "Hi Willow." 

"Oh, hello! Sorry to just pop in like this." 

"Wil!" You jump around Stiles and hug her. "What are you doing here? Everything okay?" 

"Yes. Yes Everything is fine." She said, coming further into the house. "I brought you some protective charms, even though most of you won't need them, I feel a bit more comfortable knowing you have an extra layer of protection." She passed you the charm necklaces, they were subtle, looking like any normal necklace, but you could feel the slight hum from the protection spell. "Also. A slightly selfish reason." She glanced over at Stiles. " I was wondering if it would be possible for me to see The Nemeton." 

"Uh." Stiles looks at you, then back at Willow. "I, uh, let me call Argent. He might be available to take you." He stepped into the kitchen as you and Willow sat on the couch. 

"How's the search going?" She asked, taking your hand to trace your palm. 

"They think they found where it's hiding, and who it is wearing. But nothing solid yet." 

"How are you doing?" 

You rested your head on her shoulder, relaxing a bit as her finger gently traced the lines of your hand. "I'm making it. Knowing it's out there is pretty scary though. I just keep thinking back on what happened last time." You grow quite a moment, deciding to tell her something you hadn't shared with anyone else. "I've been having nightmares." Her finger traces up and back down your finger. "I'm back at the crypt, and that, thing, is wearing Alice's face. Taunting me. It's like I'm reliving that night all over again. I wake up and I can't breath. I've never been so scared of anything before." 

Willow laid her cheek on your head. "The protection charm will help with those. And you know I'll always answer my phone." 

You snuggled deeper into her, feeling the comfort from something you use to do as a kid. "Thanks, Wil." 

Before she could say anything more, Stiles came back, the tips of his ears were slightly pink, and he looked worried. "Sorry, uh, Argent said he would meet us in the woods and take you to The Nemeton." He seemed nervous about something and you made note to ask him later. 

The three of you piled into the Jeep, but you could feel the nervous energy coming off of Stiles. By the time he parked the jeep he was practically vibrating with it. Argent was already at the gate waiting. 

You opened the door, looking back at Stiles who had both hands on the wheel. "You coming?" 

"No." 

"Oh. Okay." You slipped out of the jeep, leading Willow to Argent. "Chris Argent, this is Willow Rosenburg. One of my aunts from Sunnydale."

"Nice to meet you." He said, shaking her hand. "Ready? It's a bit of a hike." 

Willow smiled with a nod. "You coming with us?" She asked.

You looked back at the jeep. "No, I think I'm going to go check on Stiles." 

"Good idea. He's got a past with this area of the woods, so he might need someone with him." Argent said, his brows pinched with worry as he looked at the jeep. 

"Be safe." You called, watching them walk into the woods. When you turned around, Stiles was staring blankly after them. His hands were still gripping the steering wheel. He didn't even move when you climbed in. "You okay?" You whispered, there was worry growing in the pit of your stomach, you hadn't seen him so quiet before. 

"Fine. Yea. Good." He stammered, his hands released the wheel and he rubbed them on his pants. Then he signed, as if he was trying to push out the unwelcome feelings. "Two years ago, Scott, Allison, Chris's daughter, and I performed a Druid ritual. We submerge ourselves in ice water to slow our hearts down so we could find our parents who had been kidnaped by this psycho teacher. But doing that we supercharged The Nemeton. We also lost a piece of ourselves. It also left us vulnerable." He cleared his throat, running his hand across his jaw. "I got possessed.”

Your eyes grew wide, there was a shiny spot down Stiles cheek where he had a tear slip. Your hand moved to his, your palm on the back of his, fingers weaved between his. 

“At first I didn’t know what was happening. But things got really bad.” His fingers tightened around yours for a bit. “It was a Nogitsune. And it thrived off the chaos it created. Scott and Lydia were able to separate us, but shit just got worse. Allison. She died.” He was crying now, his breathing going heavy. “The thing still had my face. Had control over these demon warriors. It all started with this damn stump.” 

You reached over, wiping at his cheek gently. “Hey, that’s all over now. But it explains a lot.” He finally looked at you, brows pinched. “You have this residual glow around you. That’s why I thought you were supernatural. It’s all these different colors at once, but now that my sight is stronger, I realize that it’s so muted that it takes just the right light to see.” 

He dropped his head back to the head rest, his fingers still gripped yours. “I knew I’d never really be rid of it. I still have nightmares about the stuff it did, the stuff it made me do.”

“Willow said the protection charm will help with nightmares. I’ve, I’ve been having them too. About the skincrawlers. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner about the aura.” 

Stiles looked at you, his eyes still shiny from the tears. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about being possessed. I try to not think about it much. But I don’t think I’ve had a chance to actually process a lot of it.”

“I’m here for you if you ever need to talk about it. I promise I won’t judge. I’ve experienced some crazy stuff and I know how it feels to feel like you don’t have anyone to talk to.” 

He smiled, lightly squeezing your fingers again. Before anything more could be said there was a tapping on your window. You yelped, practically jumping into Stiles’ lap, his hands grabbing your waist. Willow and Chris were outside the window laughing so hard they had to hold each other up. 

“That was so rude!” You yelled, trying hard to calm your heart. 

“Maybe, but that was too funny.” Willow gasped as she opened the door. She looked back at Chris. “Thank you for showing me that. I think I’ve got what I need if you guys are ready to go.”

Stiles, with his hands still on your waist, helped you into the backseat as Will got in the Jeep. Chris spoke a moment to Stiles before heading to his car and following you out of the woods. 

——

Two days later, Lydia and Malia decided that you all needed some time away from the boys and drove to the mall right after school. The three of you were currently enjoying milkshakes in the food court.

"You were right." You laughed as you wiped at your mouth. "Some time away from the boys was exactly what we needed."

"We should make this a regular thing." Lydia said as she pouted at her empty milkshake. "Although, I'm surprised Stiles let you out of his sight." 

You flicked a straw wrapper at her, "Oh stop it." 

Malia nodded in agreement with Lydia before her eyes focused on something behind you. Lydia also froze her eyes wide as she searched around the food court.

"Something is here." She whispered.

Malia silently pointed and you turned to follow her finger. Your heart stopped when you saw the grey aura around the kid whose picture you had memorized. He was walking slow, but not drawing attention to himself. Someone stopped to talk to him, patted his shoulder and walked off as he turned down another wing of the mall.

"Call Scott," You told Malia, "I'll call Stiles." You jumped up.

Lydia grabbed your arm. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to follow it." You replied, pulling your arm free and hitting Stiles' name on your phone.

"Y/N!" Lydia called after you, frantically pulling out her phone. But you were already heading down the wing after Stephan, phone pressed to your ear.

"Y/N! How's the mall?" Stiles asked the moment he picked up.

"We found him. Stephan. I'm following him right now at the mall." You kept your voice down, as you walked around people, keeping your eyes on the grey aura.

"What? What do you mean you're following him? Y/N don't do that. I'm on my way there." You could hear his keys jingling and the sound of a door. "Stay where you are."

"No. We can't lose him. This is the first we have seen of him. I can at least follow him to wherever he is going." You were nearing the exit, still watching Stephan as he pushed the door open. You could hear the jeep starting up. "He's leaving the mall right now."

"I'm serious, Y/N don't follow him. Please."  Stiles' voice was full of panic, but you were slightly irritated he was trying to tell you what to do.

"No. We need to know where he is going. He might have found another person to take." You stepped out into the sunlight, squinting as you  looked around. "Damn. I think I lost him."

"Go back inside. I'm almost there."

"I'm just going to do a quick walk around the parking lot. Call me when you get here." You pulled the phone away before you would hear his response. Sliding it in your pocket as you slowly walked towards the lot. After ten minutes with no luck, you turned around to head back, spotting Stiles pulling into the front of the mall. That was the last thing you remembered before everything went black

---

Your head was pounding. Your ears were ringing, and your mouth tasted like blood. As you opened your eyes, the light in the room was blinding. You quickly assessed yourself. Your hands were bound behind you, your feet tied to the legs of the chair you were sitting in, but no bones seemed to be broken.

"Ah, she's awake." A soft voice filled the quiet room, foot steps shuffled across the floor. "I was worried I hit you too hard." A finger touched your cheek and you tried to jump back. "Now, now. This will all go easier if you just sit still."

Your eyes finally adjusted, bringing the face of the voice into focus. It was Stephan. Well, the skincrawler. His eyes were black pits behind the glasses, there was a stench of death on his breath. "Go to hell." Your voice cracked.

"Is that any way to greet an old friend?"

"You're not my friend."

He circled around you, his finger dragging across your shoulders. "Oh, but I was once, wasn't I? Alice was quite fun to be, even though it was short lived." He laughed at his own joke. Stopping when he got in front of you again.

"What do you want from me? To use me as a resurrection sacrifice?" You twisted your wrist and pulled at your feet trying to get out of the rope.

He tisked at you. "No point in that now, you won't get out. And no. It's a funny story actually. Here I was, minding my business, becoming new people, and preparing to resurrect my family, when I saw you. Walking around here like nothing happened." His fist slammed into the wall. "Something happened! You killed my family!" The yell echoed in the small room.

"And you killed my friend, and many others! You had people locked in cages for your own fun!"

"I was going to ignore the fact you were here. That pack had no idea what or who I was. I thought maybe I could finish this, get my family back, and we would come back for you. But my need for revenge is too strong. I think I'll have some fun with you before though." He turned around and pulled the sheet off a table full of tools. "Which one first?"

The table was full of different knives and blades. The little light in the room reflected off the metal as he picked them up, examining them. “Eeny meeny miny moe.” He turned around with one pointed at you, taking slow steps your way. “I’ve been dreaming of this. But not that that I have you, I’m not sure where to start.”

“How about you start by backing away.” A voice called from the door. You both turned to see Stiles standing in the door with his bat. 

“Ah, yes. So glad you could join us Stilinski. Where is the rest of your pack?”

Stiles didn’t move from the door as he answered. “They aren’t coming.” 

You gasped, choking a bit. But, as Stephen turned to look at you, laughing, Stiles winked, and you almost sighed in relief. 

“What a shame, poor Y/N probably thought they would come save her.” The cold metal touching your cheek made you shiver. 

Suddenly, there was a thwack sound, and Stephen fell away from you cursing. Stiles was behind it, bat in the air ready to swing again. Before he could though, Stephen also had a hold of the bat, having jumped back up much faster then expected. The two struggled for it as you struggled against the ropes at your wrist again. 

Just as you thought Stiles had the upper hand, Stephen drew his head back, smashing it into Stiles face as hard as it could. A sob racked your body and everything seemed to slow as Stiles fell back onto the ground. 

“STILES!” You screamed, trying once again to break free from the chair. Your vision blurred as you failed to make it to his side. “Stiles get up!” 

A foot nudged at his shoulder, sending him to his back, but he still didn’t stir. “What a pity. I was hoping to have more fun with him.” He leaned down and sniffed at him. “Ugh and I can’t even take his skin?” With a sigh, Stephen turned back to you, “Now, where was I? Ah yes, I was just about to torture you.” A sinister grin spread across his face. Before he could get any closer, a flash knocked him out of the way. 

“Get them out of here!” Scott called out, his face was morphed into a wolf as he turned to slam a fist into Stephens face. 

Hands were on your wrist as Liam tried to untie you. “I can’t get the ropes.” He huffed. “Don’t move, I have to use my claws.” 

You could feel them slowly giving and were able to wiggle out as he quickly cut the ones at your ankles. Chris and Malia had already lifted an unconscious Stiles up and were making their way to the door. Before you could even get up, Liam had you in his arms running after them. The last thing you saw was Parish on fire and Lydia taking a deep breath. You kept your arms around Liam as the fresh air hit your face, Lydia’s scream was painful, you could only imagine how hard it was on the others. 

The moment Liam sat you on the ground you were racing towards Stiles who was laid on the grass, still knocked out. 

“He should be fine.” Chris said, letting out a relieved breath, pressing sand gauze to the cut on Stiles’ brow. “Melissa is on her way with his dad. He is breathing and his heart rate is normal.” 

You gently ran your fingers over his cheek, your eyes moving to watch his chest move before whispering. “What happened?” 

“Stiles saw you get taken.” Malia answered, sitting next to you as Chris and Liam moved to the other side. “He had called me the moment you hung up on him. And the moment he saw you taken he followed Stephen here. We weren’t far behind him, and we told him to wait for us, but he wouldn’t listen.” 

“I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked, your hand moved down his arm to trace his fingers. “I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have followed him.” 

Malia rested a hand on your leg just as Scott spoke. “We’ve all done something we probably shouldn’t have. But what’s important is that you're both fine, and the thing is dead.” He helped Parish sit on the grass as he assessed everyone else. 

You wiped some tears from your cheek. “How?” 

“Once everyone was out of the room, Lydia used her scream to disorient him, and Parish wrapped him up in a fire hug. He is now a little dusty.” His eyes landed on you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “As good as I can be.” You looked down at Stiles, “I just wish he would wake up.” 

Scott nodded at your wrist. “Have my mom take a look at those. And don’t worry, I’ve been listening to his heartbeat since I got out here. He’s already conscious.” 

Your head snapped around just as Stiles squeezed your hand. His eyes slowly opened. You immediately threw yourself on him, sticking your face in his neck. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” You cried. 

Slowly his arm wrapped around you, his lips pressing into the side of your head. “No need to apologize. I’ll always save you.” 

“Actually I sav….ow!” Liam squeaked, you could feel Stiles flipping him off. 

You sat up, helping him slowly to a sitting position. “If I had listened you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.” 

He squeezed the hand he was still holding. “I heard what he said, he would have gotten you one way or another. Just next time, please wait for me before you go following a supernatural.” He brought your hand up to his lips, gently pressing it against them as Melissa and Sheriff Stlinski pulled up. 

“Okay,” Melissa called out, a first aid kit in hand. “Who am I patching up tonight?” 

———

“Can you pass me that water?” Stiles asked, turning his head on his pillow to face the water that was directly beside him. 

It had been almost two weeks since everything went down. The bruises on you both had faded to a gross green, your wrists still hurt, but the ointment Melissa gave you helped. Stiles on the other hand, was milking the fact that he had a mild concussion.

“It’s right there.” You groaned from his desk. He’d been having you do so much for him. Even though you complained every time, you still did it, trying to prove how thankful you were for everything he did. 

Stiles stuck his lower lip out. “But it’s too far, please?” 

“Fine.” You dropped your pen in the book and crossed the room. “You’re so needy.”

“Hey, who has been helping you change your bandages.” He cocked a brow. He was right, he had been reminding you and helping the bandaged on your wrist and ankles. 

“Drink your water.” 

After a few sips his head fell back on to the pillow, his brown eyes scanning your face. “How are you?” 

“Fine.” You said, he asked everyday, sometimes two or three times. You set the water back down. His hand gently grabbed the middle of your arm, pulling you closer. 

“I’m so sick of hearing ‘fine’. I can see it in your eyes that you aren’t. Shit, I’m not even fine.”  He tugged your arm again and you looked up. “I’m serious. Every time I close my eyes that night replays differently. Sometimes I show up and you’re all bloody and barely there. Others the Jeep wont go and my legs don’t work and I can’t get to you, but I can hear you screaming.”

“Why don’t you wear the protection charm?” You glanced at it on his bedside table. 

His hand moved to lace his fingers in yours. Something else he had been doing a lot lately. Any chance he could he would grab your hand, holding it just tight enough that there was an empty feeling when he would let go.

“Punishment.”  A deep breath. “I should have done more. Gotten there faster. Something.”

Your heart broke at the pain in his voice. “You did enough. You came, you brought the others. You made sure I knew I wasn’t left alone.” You glanced back at the charm. “I can’t be too irritated about the charm, I’ve not been wearing mine either. My dreams have been similar to yours. But you don’t wake up, or you never come. When I wake up I have to remind myself that everyone is okay. That you all came. That I’m out, and that thing is finally gone.” 

“Hey.” Stiles tugged your hand, causing you to fall into his arms. “I told you that night and I meant it. I’ll always be there.” 

Your head fell to his chest, letting him hold you for a bit. His heart beat, though slightly fast, was a reminder that he did wake up and was fine. 

“Y/N?” He broke the silence again, causing you to look up at him, almost nose to nose. “I’m going to do something that I’ve been thinking about since I saw you get taken.” 

“Stiles. If you don’t kiss me I might scream.” You whispered, your heartbeat now matching his. 

And he did it. He pressed his lips against your gently, his hand holding your head in place as you pushed yourself up a bit more. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and stars twinkled behind your eyes. But he pulled away all too quickly, resting his forehead against yours.

“Woah.”

“I almost did that the moment I knew you were awake that night.” You laughed, gently touching your nose to his. “But I was worried you might have had something wrong and I didn’t want to hurt you.” 

“I promise, you could never hurt me.” And he kissed you again, and again, and again.

[jacksonnicolee]

NCT irl at Kcon2017

Oooohhhh fuck can I just start off with they’re all really fucking attractive and pictures don’t do them justice? Like seriously pictures cannot contain how perfect they are. Taeil: He’s super cute like really cute. His body is even cute. He’s like right in the middle not super tall but not short. When u look at his face u just wanna smile. Really smooth skin like u wanna rub it, it’s like after u shave ur legs. Has big puppy dog eyes like u finna get lost in them shits sis. His hair is very nice and looks healthy, his hair kinda looks weird sometimes in photos but it really suits him irl!!! Some girl got chosen for Doyoung and Taeil to sing a song to her and Taeil sang a Bruno mars song I’m sorry I really can’t remember what it’s called but you guys know that one Bruno mars love song. His English was PRECIOUS he has a very sweet sing song voice. Everyone melted when he sang the Bruno Mars song like GODDDD boy really can sing well!! He's a super cute puppy flower boy, he gives off pretty boy vibes 🌸. He was smiling a smol cute little smile the whole time he was very precious and I just wanted to love him. Taeyong: MY FUCKING BIAS. WOOOW HES SOOO ATTRACTIVE WAS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE??? I WAS IN THE RED CARPET TAKING PICS THEN HE CAME OUT AND I JUST I PUT MY PHONE DOWN AND STARED AT HIM I HAD TO EXPERIENCE HIS BEAUTY RIGHT THERE MY MOUTH GOT FUCKING DRY AT HIS BEAUTY. Super nice skin super cute lil sweet heart trying to please everyone fan interaction every time u turn around. When he dances he GETS INTO IT his hair flops all around it's really adorable! He hits all his moves super sharp and it's very pleasing to see. He had a solo before all the other boys came out and he KILT THAT SHIT everyone was in shock because it was so good. He was very nervous and I was like abt to cry bc that's my baby and no. He was talking in English and messed up and he DID THE CUTEST SHIT EVER he just looked at the ground and started smiling and all the boys just patted his back everyone said "awww" tho so I hope that made him feel better. Really a perfectionist, tried his hardest to speak really good English, ohh boy his English voice is cuteeeeee. He kept taking his jacket off because he was gettin hot. Has nice arms, the boys weren't lying ab those veins girl u can see them from miles away, he has nice hands too. He's kinda like Taeil he's not very tall he's more on the shorter side but very nice thin pretty dancer body. He was so pretty?They had a little fan interaction wheel of fortune thingy and he kept doing all the little popular American dances he was gettin it in. On stage he's got a very sexy idgaf vibe, but in reality he's cute and quiet. A fan had the same hair color as him and when he walked by her he pointed to his hair and then hers and gave a thumbs up. In all he really works hard and you can tell he really cares for everyone especially his members, he's very nervous but once he gets past that he's super cute and wants to make sure fans have a good time. ALSO HES FUCKING GORGEOUS I CANT EXPLAIN. Johnny: BIG HES BIG TALL LEAN BUT MUSCULAR BUILD HE'S THE EPITOME OF A MAN. Very tall, I was at his elbow. He was right next to me and I almost fainted he was so hot. He has these little patches that look like irritated or inflamed skin on his left cheek near his neck and under his jaw his makeup artists covered it really well tho so I really couldn't tell. He has flawless pore less skin it looked really soft and dewy. His hair was actual sex, the pictures don't do him justice he fucking ROCKS this hair and it makes him give off sexy vibes. When I told him I loved him he gave me the sweetest smile ever and ugh I melted. Very polite baby!! Asked how everyone in my isle was doing and waved to everyone! I can't get over how nice his body was I just wanted him to wrap me up in his arms so badly they looked so strong, his body is actually pretty wide but he's lean and muscular, like he could engulf you. Bless those stylists tho bc his clothes fit him really well and he looked very cute. He's a precious pure baby in a big sexy man body, he was smiling the whole concert everyone was PIPING HIS HEAD YO. He was talking and it got quiet and he was asking the members to show something and asking the girl who got picked for the song to pick a singing member and a girl in my isle screamed "I pick you Johnny" and he couldn't contain his smile and laughter like he was cracking tf up. Every time it got quiet I would scream Johnny along with 2-3 other people in my isle and he would smile SO BIG. He was really happy, lots of Johnny stans there. His legs are big and long, when he dances you can see how big they are, he was smirking the whole cherry bomb choreo bc everyone kept screaming his name. In all he was extremely extremely handsome I wasn't ready I had no idea how handsome he was! He's so underrated please love him he deserves it. He's a cute shy baby with a sexy face and body like he would treat u so well I can just tell. I really wanna meet him again! Win win: PRINCE OF FUCKING CHINA. Huge eyes like they're half his face. Symmetrical face with very nice features. Sort of round face. Good hair, pretty doll lips. He's sort of on the shorter side and he's thin but not as thin as Taeyong. He was gettin hyped, there were a lot of win win stans with little signs and stuff. He didn't speak any English but listened very intently when Mark and Johnny and the others spoke English, you can tell he really wants to learn. I feel like he's a fast learner. Very articulate and energetic dancer, looks like he's having the time of his life on stage. Laughs at anything the members say, he really loves them. I was wearing an nct banner on my shoulders and he pointed at it and gave a heart and I thought I died for a sec. He tries to make sure every fan can see him like when they were waving goodbye he took the longest and kept stopping to wave 😂. He's a cute baby and sometimes it seems like he isn't thinking about anything? He loves being on stage and dances amazing I was so impressed by him, the other members all dance very well too. He seems very innocent and sweet, he works very hard and does a very energetic stage. Really tho he's so handsome like prince of China frfr. Jaehyun: TALL BABY! HANDSOME BABY! PRETTY BABY! MUSCULAR BABY! He really is tall, almost as tall as Johnny. Definitely most muscular in NCT he has BIG arms, you can see through his clothes how defined he is. His voice is deep, like deeper than on the actual tracks. AMAZING LIVE Singer. He sang live the whole time and everyone was amazed. He's actually very good at dancing!!! A real man!! The type of guy u wanna wife up. Shy but confident, very smiley and cute with his members. His hair is really nice I wanted to run my hands through it so bad. When he was in the isle with me he kept looking around and licking his lips 😫😫. He's really built so well and his voice sounds like honey. Actual prince. You think he looks good in pictures? Well if you see him in real life your gonna be blown back by his handsomeness. Actor like chiseled features, looks like his jawline will cut you. Big eyes, small face. He was very pale, but not extremely pale he was just very symmetrical and perfect looking, he looked like if you could create the perfect man. Overall he seemed like a cute reserved sweet heart, once again shockingly handsome and sexy but also very cute! Doyoung: BEAGLE! THIS BOY IS TALL AND CUTE! THIS BOY IS BOYFRIEND MATERIAL! He has very circular big eyes, he's pretty thin. Legs r long as fuck they look like they're his whole body. Sweet high voice when he sings, he sings very well live. When he was singing to the girl i was shocked how nice his voice really was. Cute hair, it's also kinda thin. He gives off cutesy boyfriend vibes. Aesthetic boyfriend. Model boyfriend. Very well spoken and articulate. Very chic! Once again he seems like a model or something. All his clothes looked like he was modeling them. Cute stage presence equally cute up close. He wasn't shy at all he just walked down the isle I was like damn ok. He has this sort of happy but chic aura. This boy knows what he's doing he's very good. Overall I just wanna walk through ny with him and take aesthetic pictures, such a boyfriend oml. Yuta: HANSOME! SMART! LIKE REALLY DAMN HANDSOME! He's a bias wrecker, he damn near stole my heart. Sexy boy fr tho idk if he knows how sexy he is tho. Good dancer too. DEEP DEEP VOICE FUCKKKK. His Korean is really good too. He's in the middle for height also. When he dances he thrusts his hips a lot. You know that part in the beginning of cherry bomb the "I'm the biggest hit" part? Boy was thrusting his hips super hard. Nice body, also kinda thin but somewhat muscular. Really attractive and handsome, it's like he commands your attention and leaves you wanting more. More of a smirk than a smile on stage. Cocky and sexy on and off stage, off stage he's a tiny bit more cute tho. Sexy without trying sort of dancing. Sweater paws the whole night! He wasn't sweating super bad despite his million layers of clothes. Seems like the school bad boy. Major bad boy vibes. Watch out tho bc then he'll do some cute shit and steal ur heart. Overall very sexy with a good stage presence, I feel like he's very cocky but in a good way like it's hot, MAJOR BIAS WRECKER. Mark: SUPER CUTE SUNSHINE BABY TRYING HIS BEST HE WANTS TO PLEASE YOU HES A GIFT FROM GOD! When I tell you the cutest most sweetest lil baby ever I mean it. Little baby facial features with big round eyes. His voice is surprisingly deep in real life? Tries to give bad boy sexy vibes on stage but just ends up being a cutie. PROTECT HIM. He can dance very well I would say one of the best dancers. FULL OF ENERGY THE WHOLE NIGHT. His hair was all floppy and bouncing around it was so precious. He was getting down to the wheel of fortune song like he was actually dancing really well to the random tune. He's just so super cute and smiley UGJ. He will brighten your day. He was nervous and kept stuttering in English and smiling at the floor it was cute. His English voice is so nice to hear it's like the perfect tone it just sort of flows into you ears. Bouncing around the stage the whole night. TRYING HIS ABSOLUTE HARDEST AND BEST. Really hard worker. Sweating a bit but it was cute. Everything he does is cute. Overall I jut wanna protect him and watch him grow and get more popular, he's really so lovable. Haechan: AWWWWWWW CUTE LIL BABY BOY! SOOO EXCITED AB EVERYTHING! When he dances he also bounces around. SMOL! Heart piercing smile! SMIRKING THROUGH EVERY PERFORMANCE. It's funny because he thinks he's older than he is and it's really cute. CUTE PRECIOUS BABY FAT I HOPE IT NEVR GOES AWAY. Sweet baby face and very interesting and melodic voice. I'm smiling while I write this y'all he was so cute in his little shorts. He was so fucking happy and excited just really super precious. He can dance really well too he killed his solo thingy. Really sweet baby you would never know how much of a trouble maker he was. He's really the cutest lil thing and so excited he couldn't contain it! God I just wanna protect him.

[girls-scenarios]

Let it Happen (Sequel)

Idol: Sana (Twice)

Prompt: Can you please do a sequel to Twice Sana's Let It Happen scenario? I really like it, and I wanna see what happens next~ 😆

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: Based on some things that have already happened to me this semester, like a ton of homework and a professor being missing the first day. Again, sorry this took so long, but I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: There are some curse words and one innuendo. I think that’s really all.

Let it Happen

“I cannot believe our first class was cancelled and the professor didn’t even tell us. I could have slept in an extra hour.” Sana stood staring at the sign taped to the door in front of her, eyes narrowed and lips pouting. Behind her, you laughed.

“I can’t say I’m that disappointed, honestly. We can go get the breakfast we didn’t manage to eat before coming here.”

“You just don’t want to do a public speaking class,” Sana said, turning to look at you and crossing her arms. You rolled your eyes and tugged at her arm, pulling her away from the class and towards the door heading out of the building.

“Only communications majors would want to take a public speaking class, Sana. You guys are the weird ones.” She gave in and let you hook your arm through hers as the two of you walked. It was the first day of Fall semester classes and there were people everywhere, with their maps of the campus out and their phones glaring their schedules up at them. Sana effortlessly moved through the clumps of confused freshmen and tired seniors, pulling you along behind her.

“You never know,” she said, speaking over the voices of all the other students. “Maybe taking this public speaking class will end up helping you. Maybe you’ll switch majors.” You scoffed and tightened your hold on her arm so that she didn’t leave you behind, shaking your head vigorously.

“The only reason I passed Interpersonal Communication is because I had you to slowly explain each and every single point to me. I was lucky there weren’t any actual exams, or I probably would have failed.”

“You’re being dramatic.” As the two of you exited the building, you breathed a sigh of relief at the feeling of being able to move your shoulders without bumping into another person and steered Sana in the direction of the mess hall. The sun was shining bright outside, beating down onto the campus below, and Sana squinted her eyes against the light, looking up at the clear blue sky above.

“I wonder why he cancelled,” she said as she looked around. “It’s a nice day out here.”

“Maybe he was dreading public speaking too.” Sana turned and playfully punched you in the arm, making you wince and whine dramatically.

“I’ll check the class shell. He probably said why there.” She pulled out her phone as the two of you came up to the mess hall. You opened the door for her and untangled your arms so that you could make sure she didn’t run into the door as she squinted at her phone screen, grumbling under her breath. She’d already forgotten which password she’d chosen to use this semester.

“What do you want to eat for breakfast?” She glanced up when you spoke, giving the food options a once-over.

“Anything that I can get coffee with. I’m going to need caffeine if I’m going to have to deal with you making jabs at my major all day.” You smiled and took her arm again, pulling her along towards the waffles.

“I’m not that bad,” you said, “you’re exaggerating and you know it.” Sana huffed, side eyeing you as the two of you stepped up to the counter to get the coffee.

“I’m getting the largest one here. And you’re buying.” You laughed, and she felt a rush run through her body that had nothing to do with the promise of coffee at her fingertips.

“Fine, two large coffees and two waffles. Would you like anything else, Princess?” She liked that nickname. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she put on her haughtiest look and sashayed away, making you laugh again, loudly. Some of the students in the mess hall looked up from their phones and conversations to give the two of you weird looks. “People are going to think you’re a drama major if you keep this up.” As the two of you walked up to the counter to pay, Sana flipped her hair again.

“Really? You think I’m that good?”

“No. I think you’re just that over the top.” She stuck out her tongue at you.

“Well, since you’re paying, I’m gonna go find a table. Keep being rude and I’ll make you stand while you eat.” As she walked away, you raised your voice so she could hear you over the hum of conversation that filled the room.

“You know you love me.” As she walked away, Sana shook her head and looked down at the ground. That was the problem. She was actually falling in love with you, and she was totally, completely, absolutely screwed.

“I feel like this is deja-vu.” Jihyo sat at her desk, leaning back in her chair to look at Sana with her arms crossed over her chest. “I’m not a communications major, you are. You’re the one that’s good at relationships. I haven’t dated anyone in two years.”

“I could set you up,” Sana said immediately, causing Jihyo to give her an unimpressed look and turn back to look at her laptop.

“I will not hesitate to kick you out of my room.” Whining, Sana flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling.

“I just need advice on what to do. Can I not ask my smart friend for advice?” The fan in the corner of the room began to squeal, filling up the empty air as Jihyo typed something on her laptop instead of replying. Sana started counting the pieces of glitter on the ceiling as she waited for a response.

“You can ask me for advice, sure, but my specialty is in math and science, not relationships. You should ask Jungyeon.” Sana stopped counting (so far there were 153 pieces of glitter) and lifted her head off the bed.

“Jungyeon?” Jihyo placed her chin on her palm and glanced Sana’s way.

“Yeah? She’s dated like, six people. She’s dating Nayeon now, and I’m pretty sure she dated Momo in high school. She has the experience.” Sana let her jaw drop open, quickly sitting up.

“I knew she was dating Nayeon, but wow. I can’t believe I’m friends with a player.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that. Also, you didn’t hear any of that information from me, okay? And don’t tell Nayeon.” She squinted her eyes suspiciously at Jihyo, but the older girl just looked back at her laptop, obviously done with the conversation. “Now go bother her, please. My art history teacher already assigned a shit ton of homework and it’s all due tomorrow.”

“Damn. Good luck with that.” Jihyo groaned and leaned forward in her chair, closing her eyes and wincing a bit.

“Thanks. I’m gonna need it.” With one last glance at her friend, Sana jumped up from the bed and headed out the door, pulling out her phone as she closed the door behind her to send a warning to Jungyeon that she was coming over. She’d already walked in on her and Nayeon once, and she really didn’t want to do that again. As she walked through the halls, she noticed that she’d gotten a message from you and opened it.

The professor for public speaking will be back tomorrow :(

She laughed and sent a few emojis back before stopping at the door to Jungyeon’s shared dorm with Nayeon. Her knuckles had barely touched the door in a knock when the door was jerked open.

“Welcome. Make yourself at home. Thanks for the heads up this time.” With a roll of her eyes, Sana slipped past Jungyeon into the room. Nayeon was sitting on her bed eating some kind of chips from a giant bag, and Sana remembered why she never hung out in their dorm room. Clothes and stuffed animals cluttered the already small room, and Jungyeon’s shoe and hat collections had been getting out of control for the last few semesters already.

“Did Jihyo get tired of listening to you whine about (Y/N) and kick you out again?” Sana decided to sit on the desk chair instead of the bed. She didn’t want to know what happened on those sheets.

“She said that she’s not the person to ask for relationship advice. She said you guys would be better.” Jungyeon rolled her eyes and hopped onto the bed beside Nayeon.

“She didn’t happen to mention that she’s been talking to that freshman girl, did she.” Sana huffed and pulled out her phone again, quickly going to Jihyo’s number.

“No, she didn’t! Why am I always the one to be left out of the loop?”

“You were probably too busy fawning over (Y/N) to notice,” Nayeon said, letting Jungyeon take the chips. “Anyway, what do you need to know? It’s obvious you guys are totally all over each other. Just ask them to go on a date with you or something. It’s not that hard.”

“But what if I’m wrong and you’re wrong? What if they just want to be friends and they’re naturally super friendly?”

“Sana, you guys literally hold hands all the time. They always buy you food and make sure you eat and you’re both totally whipped for each other. Plus, you’ll never know if you never try. Wanna know how I asked Nayeon out?”

“No,” Sana said, shaking her head so fast it hurt her neck. “Please spare me the details. You guys are gross.”

“You don’t have any room to talk,” Jungyeon replied, shrugging her shoulders and shoving a handful of chips into her mouth. Nayeon leaned forward.

“Listen. Just take our word for it and ask them out. I promise, you wont regret it.” Sana sighed and looked down at the phone in her hands. You’d replied with a crying emoji, and a skull.

I need comfort food, let’s go get ice cream.

“Thanks, guys. I’ll do my best. Now you guys can get back to doing whatever you were doing before I came in.” Nayeon grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, making Sana fake gag as she stood from the desk chair and headed to the door.

“We believe in you, Sana,” the older girl said, at the same time that Jungyeon yelled “get some” at an embarrassing level. Sana made sure to slam the door as she left, hoping the blush on her face wasn’t too obvious.

Meet at the regular?

Yes please :)

Be there in 10.

The little ice cream parlor near the campus had been Sana’s go-to spot since she’d started as a freshman, and it had been the best decision to share it with you. Jihyo and Mina were always too busy with school to come with her, Momo was always watching her diet unless it came to meat, and Jungyeon and Nayeon were gross to go with anywhere anymore. It was so much better to go with someone, because otherwise she was usually the only single party there.

When she opened the door, she was greeted with the usual sight of a quiet interior, decorated in a retro theme with records lining the walls. The owner waved when she came in.

“The regular for you today?” She nodded, walking up to the counter and watching him scoop it into her favorite waffle cone. Just as he scooped up the last bit, the bell over the door jingled and Sana turned around to see you walking inside, framed by the bright sunlight shining in through the windows. The smile that crossed her features was involuntary, and her heart skipped a beat when you smiled back, walking up to the counter.

“Hey. Miss me?”

“Always,” she replied, bumping her shoulder against your own. The owner cleared his throat, and Sana gave him an apologetic smile, reaching over to grab her cone.

“For you?” He asked you as he rang her up.

“The regular. For the start of the semester.” He chuckled and gave Sana her receipt before grabbing your cone and leaning over to scoop up your favorite flavor.

“I had almost forgot you guys were already starting. I guess this is one way to kick it off.”

“Starting this semester right.” As he handed you your cone and began ringing you out, Sana wandered over to one of the tables and sat down, tasting the ice cream. It was sweet as ever, and she closed her eyes for a second, savoring the taste.

“You really like this ice cream, don’t you?” She opened her eyes, and you pulled out the chair across from her, grinning.

“How could you tell?”

“Call it a hunch.” She giggled and decided not to reply, taking another bite of her ice cream instead. As she ate, she let her eyes wander over you, taking in your relaxed figure and the way your lips closed around the ice cream, leaving remnants behind on your lips for you to lick away. Realizing she was staring, she quickly looked back down at her own ice cream, remembering the advice from her friends. Well, it was now or never.

“Hey, (Y/N).” You looked up, eyebrows raised, waiting for her to speak. She licked her lips, wetting them and steadying her heartbeat. “Do you want to go out with me sometime?”

“Aren’t we out right now?” Sana shook her head.

“Well, kind of. But I don’t mean like this. I mean. Do you want to go to dinner with me? As a date?” Your eyes widened, and there was still some ice cream on your lips, left behind in your shock. Sana wanted to kiss it away.

“Wait. Are you finally asking me out?”

“What do you mean finally?” You chased away the ice cream with your tongue and smiled.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out since we met, pretty much.” Sana’s mouth dropped open in shock for what was at least the third time that day.

“Why did I have to be the one to make the first move here?”

“You’re the communications major. I’m way too shy to do anything like that.” She huffed.

“Just because I’m a communications major doesn’t mean I’m automatically good at knowing other people’s feelings.”

“Better than me. I almost failed the relationships class.”

“Interpersonal communication, you mean.” You laughed, and Sana’s heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her chest and fly away.

“Yeah, that one.”

“I take it back. No dinner for you, because you’re being rude to my major.” You leaned across the table, grabbing her arm.

“Wait no, I want dinner. I’ll stop making jokes about communications, just for you.” Sana tried her best to look disbelieving, but whenever she was around you, she just could stop the smile from spreading over her face.

“Somehow, I don’t believe you.” You pouted, sticking out your bottom lip, and damn, did she want to kiss you. “Fine, fine. My offer for dinner still stands.”

“Good. For a communications major, you’re really bad at this stuff.”

“You lied to me,” Sana said, narrowing her eyes playfully and leaning forward. “Will you ever stop using my passion to make fun of me?”

“Make me,” you said. The owner had disappeared into the back of the shop, and there was no one else around to care. So Sana leaned across the table and did.