#also yeah it's 12:30 am what of it?
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Lucifer didn't win the Twitter poll so no full fic for y'all
HOWEVER
I want to at least tease you a little more with the next part of the fic, you gave it your best effort over there! We all know that poll was rigged anyway. So enjoy!
Mild warning for this section for some ~sexual touching~
âI wouldnât start something that youâre not ready to finish, sweet pea,â you threatened with a smug grin.
Before Lucifer could get a word out, you spun around and pushed him gently against the wall, eliciting a small yelp from him. You placed both of your arms on either side of his head, effectively trapping him. His eyes widened, sucking in a breath as he realized how vulnerable he was in this new position he had found himself in. His head and hands became flat against the wall as he looked into your now ravenous eyes.
âMy love, p-please,â be began to stammer, âI-I didnât want to-HNG,â you effectively cut off his meek pleas as your one hand traveled down below his belt. You maneuvered your hand up and down at an agonizingly slow pace. Nonetheless, you felt him start to harden underneath his pants almost instantly. You flashed a devious smile, but he didnât see it, as he had screwed his eyes shut. Baring his clenched teeth, he tried desperately to hold his breath as to not make any lewd noises. You took that as a challenge, of course.
âSo itâs only alright if you get to tease me, is that it, Luci?,â you questioned, leaning your head forward with your lips now pressed against his ear. âNow that doesnât seem fair at all, does it?â
Lucifer gulped as you continued your teasing ministrations. âIâm s-sorry, sweetheart,â he looked at you doe-eyed. âP-Please donât-mmphâŠdonât do this, not here. I wonât be able to hold back, not todayâŠâ
âOh, Iâm counting on that,â you retorted. âYou know youâve been acting out of sorts all day, donât think I havenât noticed. Maybe if you tell me whatâs wrong, Iâll show you some mercy.â
Lucifer audibly gulped at your words. "It's...it's nothing, angel, I promise, I just-fuck," you pressed your hand in harder against the growing tent in his pants, silencing his response.
"You hesitated," you told him. "If that's how you want it to be, so be it. You don't have to tell me. But you're not off the hook, not by a longshot." You pulled away from him, giving him a chance to breathe normally one again. You gave a quick glance to the mirror to finally get a look at the dress you had adorned. It looked nice! But it came off as something you would wear in an office setting; not really your style. You looked back at Lucifer who instantly froze from your gaze.
"I'm not feeling this one," you remarked, "help me with the zipper?" You turned your back to him once more, feeling his hand tentatively grab the zipper. "You can only touch the dress, understand? I'm off limits."
"M-mhmm," Lucifer agreed. He behaved and only tugged the zipper down halfway until you could reach it yourself.
"Good boy," you praise.
Your discarded the dress quickly, leaving you in only your lacy black bra and matching black panties. Lucifer forced himself to look away from you, trying to reach for the door handle.
"And where do you think you're going?," you asked coyly, stopping him in his tracks entirely.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel smut#lucifer morningstar#lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#lucifer smut#my writing#preview#hope you like getting blue balled again hahahaha#also yeah it's 12:30 am what of it?
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one thing abt being disabled/chronically ill that some people donât get is that sometimes body maintenance that ensures you have the absolute minimum amount of function can also be something that takes away a lot of control and autonomy. you can argue till the cows come home that making those decisions to try and help yourself (or realistically to try to make sure things arenât worse than they already are) is something that exhibits control and autonomy and stuff, but they can be so limiting in practice because theyâre things that take up so much time but have to be done to do anything else
#i have to sleep a lot. iâm at the point where functioning requires 8 hours of sleep if not more#I should probably be getting 10+ but iâm a student and i work so 8 is the minimum. but then also getting ready for bed is a whole process s#the whole thing can take 10-12 hours depending how much im sleeping. just to make sure i can do anything#that is time in my day i cannot use for anything else. itâs not âoh but i can push through itâ because i canât without spending the next da#lightheaded and nauseous and vaguely dizzy and with such intense brain fog I canât think with my fatigue so bad i genuinely donât know how#get myself to work a lot of days. my abled peers donât have to deal with this at all. they have unlimited study time if they want to#and yeah it is a choice iâm making thatâs true i could just not do. except i would lose my job and fail out of college because i would not#be able to get to classes or do my homework or think. but being told âbut you are making choices about your lifeâ when i have lost so much#of what i used to be able to do because i am spiralling down and continuing to get worse is so.#literally last year i would wake up at 6:30 and then go to school till 3 and then go to my internship until 10 and get home at 11 and be in#bed anywhere from midnight to two in the morning and then wake up the next day and do it all again. i graduated with a 3.9 gpa and made it#into my top college while dealing with my cancer symptoms and then the two surgeries about it#but now i lose half my day to just making sure i can get out of bed. i canât go anywhere because my body is physically too exhausted#any extra time goes into doing homework or occasionally time to myself#not decimating my health by doing minimum body care responsibilities isnât freeing. occasionally i have a good day which is freeing but tha#usually goes into just. other things outside class or work or eating. I donât go do something for myself or go do something fun on good day#because I still canât. good days just mean i donât want to lie down on the pavement when iâm going somewhere#I just. I donât magically have control over my life because i try to get enough sleep. i lose half my day to doing that and ultimately itâs#just a bodily function that would have to happen anyway#this is a vent post im just having a really hard time right now because it feels like im in exponential decline. it was nowhere near this#bad last semester. my grades are tanking and i have no free time because anything outside of sleep is either work or school#vent tw#yall can rb this just ignore my tags completely#disability#chronically ill#i keep trying to explain to people how pots works because thatâs all logical but thereâs no way to explain what itâs doing to my body or ho#i feel all the time. the last time i felt this bad was when i had a bad flu or immediately after surgeries because i donât react well to#anesthesia and always come out of them feeling like shit. and now i just feel like this all the time and itâs only getting worse#I canât even stay up late anymore because my body feels like it isnât counting the sleep even if I get 8 hours#I can deal if I have a free day the day after but that just leaves Friday and Saturday nights and I usually still have to do homework
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i have become acutely aware of the fact that in a bit over a month i will travel to italy to excavate for two weeks and so i've been looking flights and buses and everything and of course there's been complications, especially in the return flight. it seems i will have to stay a full day in bari and i will return home on the day of my sister's birthday. lol.
#what do i even do in bari for a day#and it isn't a full day i would arrive there by bus at 13:05#i know you don't care but basically#the excavation campaign is until friday 27th#they said i could sleep in the accomodations that day and take the first bus back to bari airport (the closest one) on the 28th#the thing is. the first bus gets at bari airport at 13:05. my latest possible flight to madrid is at 13:55#my parents are convinced i won't make the flight#so i have to look for an alternative even if i personally believe i would've made it but whatever#i looked at flights to other parts of spain#the only two cities that have flights to spain from bari later than 13:00 are valencia and barcelona#but. i would arrive at 21:55 / 22:30 respectively and there's no train or plane at that time that would get me to madrid#so efectivelly i would have to either sleep in bari or in valencia / barcelona#there's a flight from bari to madrid on the 29th (my sister's birthday) at 7:15 am#i would be back home at 12:35#so evidently. i will have to stay the night in bari#that will be a fun adventure who knows what'll happen#but yeah. that's the only possible solution to this i've found#also flights on the 29th are cheaper than on the 28th so that's lovely
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I miss going to the gym it removed my horrors debuff for about 2 hours
Not fair. I miss it.
AAAGHH
#and yeah I tried going after work. too crowded. weekends were ok but I couldnât justify the cost to only go 2 times a week#I canât go because uhh fuckifn uhhh 6 AM to 6 PM is deleted everyday#I HATE THIS SCHEDULE. SUCKS!!! 12 hours a day!!! GONE!!!!!!#I used to go before work but now that I have to take public transport I have to leave the house so early#I do what I can at home but itâs not the same :/#also I have people below me so I canât do anything that makes noise :)#plesss 2 hours of no horrors no thoughts no void no static plss ahah pslss#if only my idiot brain was normal and didnât react to socializing with every negative emotion all at once#âtalk to people it will make you feel better.â factually incorrect it makes me want to start peeling the paint off the wall with my teeth#lifting a piece of metal 30 times does make me feel better tho thansk#trying really really hard to not peel the paint and not peel people either#work has me in the evil spiral again sorry
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Y'know what we're not gonna feel bad about crying or about imagining making everyone feel obligated to cater to my crying, we're gonna focus on the fact that I rallied and that so many beautiful humans came over to console me and ask me to dance. That would never have happened at a school dance or club. (AKA I went to English Country Dancing and I fucked the fuck up on dance 3 or 4 and lost my partner and actually the entire group and got overwhelmed and cried) I'm not happy, I'm not proud. It was goddamn inconsiderate of me to my partner and to the others. To be fair, once I returned from getting water and collecting myself I watched nearly every single other experienced dancer also losing the steps and not getting it either, but in the end, I did rally and I went on to dance 3 more dances. I danced a good hour and 45 of the 3 hour shindig (after this the instructor let us know the last two dances would be advanced and hard for beginners so my HS best friend and I left for dinner ---- she also is diabetic and needed to eat) Anyway. They taught us bare minimum positions and concepts in the first 15 minutes (groupings, corners, 1st/2nd, partner, neighbor) but every dance introduced 2-4 new steps and such for each new dance. And didn't call the steps AS THE DANCE WENT (I don't know what I expected really) I did best on the easier dances (point A, obviously) and later when I said the steps out loud / called them as we went into them (point B) It was actually really fun and cool! I can see why they seem so romantic in period dramas and also why they are difficult! And I am so so so so very grateful to everyone who came to ask me to dance and took my hand and led me to the line up!!!! There wasn't a single dance I wasn't asked to! Most dances I was asked by more than one person (both men and women). And I watched experienced dancers fuck up left and right here and there so I'm not mad I fucked up, or even that I cried. I feel bad that I almost gave up and that I felt like giving up. But I didn't. And then my friend and I walked past a few places I haven't seen in forever and got good food and had a good chat (and for the first time all year I was able to pay for her instead of vice versa - though I only got away with it by her being in another room both times)
#personal#I'm not sore surprisingly but I am exhausted#My friend and I both 30 were by far the youngest there by 20 years#It really is a beautiful dance form though I'm glad I could try#(the fact that I felt like a selfish sniveling 12 year old is neither here nor there)#I AM relearning my self confidence after years of shit (Astarion Voice: PURE SHIT) of isolation both self and abuser made#People aren't gonna lock me out or God forbid hit me for fucking up a little#Maybe. This time. They won't#Kind of hurt that my partner from newbie introduction said they'd prefer an experience partner for the first dance but like -#It was more of a bemused hurt at them apologizing and explaining? They didn't have to I 100% expected them to dance with some1 experienced?#I also wanted to dance with and learn from someone experienced?#I did notice later when that same person was in my group or my 'neighbor' when I was doing my call outs all by myself#that it helped them too#helped the experienced in my groups as well#LOOK I REALLY THOUGHT THEY'D BE CALLING EVERY MOVE EVERY TIME#In Therapy Voice âOh. My subconscious thought they were going to literally lock me out into the cold or someone would literally hit me.â#Because... that's What's Happened b4 âand my subconscious went into immediate Fawn/Flight from such a mundane stupid trigger.â#Yeah so anyway I really think I do have PTSD
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Gather around, my young friends and fellow dinosaurs, let me tell you about some BULLSHIT no one ever tells you about. I'm talking about menopause and perimenopause. Now, menopause has a very stringent medical definition. You have to not have had a period for exactly 12 months and a day to be considered in menopause. All the bullshit before that day once you start going through The Change is considered perimenopause. Here's some bullshit you might experience that people actually talk about when you're in perimenopause:
- shorter time between periods
- irregular periods
- hot flashes and/or cold flashes
- fucked up sleep
- OMG NIGHT SWEATS
- Vagina as dry as the Sahara desert
- lighter periods and/or endless bleeding like it's The Flood but it's in your pants
- lack of interest in Adult Fun Times
This time of joy can last anywhere from a couple of years to a god damn decade and there's no medical way right now to predict it.
Here's some of the REAL bullshit they don't tell you about but your dinosaur aunt is here to let you know:
- You can start perimenopause in your 30s, don't listen to idiot doctors who tell you you're "too young" because they don't know your body like you do.
- Perimenopause will make you HELLA DUMB. Seriously, I'm talking Bigly broken brain. Brain fog? Check. Short term memory? Wave goodbye to it. Ability to make words form out of thoughts? Yeah, good luck to you.
- Perimenopause can cause horrible fatigue because in addition to losing estrogen, you're also losing testosterone. Oh and that also leads to muscle wasting, cool cool.
- Things might suddenly hurt more because estrogen is known to be neuroprotective.
- If you're super lucky like I am, and like to collect rare illnesses, you might even get Burning Mouth Syndrome đ
- And meanwhile, while you're going through this bullshit, you'll be getting gaslit by doctors who are operating based on 30 year old debunked data about how HRT causes breast cancer (not really) and that they shouldn't put you on it until you're in actual menopause. (Data shows starting HRT early can potentially prevent Alzheimer's in later years.)
- There are entire online clinics right now (I use Midi Health) focused on providing care for peri and menopausal patients and they will happily prescribe you HRT even if your regular PCP or OBGYN do not (if you meet the criteria). I've been pretty impressed with how holistically they view the patient. For full disclosure, I learned about them from my integrative health doctor and they do not accept Medicare (yet).
I'm 46 years old right now and I've been symptomatic for perimenopause for the last 8 years, although it's gotten the most dramatic in the past 2 years or so, which I hope means I'm almost done, holy hell. Yeah I was on the early side, but if it can happen to me, it can happen to you, so it's never too early to think about these things. And I hope to at least spare some of you the mind-fuckery I've been through because no one told me about most of this stuff, including my own mother who just DOESN'T REMEMBER what happened to her and now I completely understand why. And because I also have a connective tissue disease, I used to just dismiss my pain and fatigue as being caused by that illness rather than the loss of hormones.
Anyways, this is why we need Elders in our lives, so they can do Grandma Story Hour like I just did and validate you when the entire medical field tries to gaslight you. I hope you've found some or all of this educational/useful. Please share with your friends because we really do NOT talk about this stuff enough. (Ewwww Moon Blood!)
Stay well, and don't let the bastards grind you down!
#perimenopause#menopause#hrt#reproductive health#burning mouth syndrome#rare disease#about me#1K#5K#10K
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You accidentally had sex with Bakugou.
You two had fallen asleep in his room after a hang out. You were bestfriends but you had some underlining feelings for him. So when you woke up in the middle of the night to him cuddling you, you almost choked.
You needed to pee really bad so sadly you had to pry yourself out of his arms. When you came back his eyes were cracked open just barely. He mumbled something before opening his arms for you to join him again.
It was out of character, maybe tired Bakugou was just a touchy guy. It couldnât be more than that.
So you joined him on the bed. You buried your face into his neck. You had to savor this cause most likely thisâll be the last time this happens. Also, you were too tired to freak out. You just wanted to fall asleep in his arms.
You can barely explain what happened after that. He hiked your leg onto him, still with his half open eyes, and thrusted right against your clothed pussy.
The next thing you know, heâs dry humping you. And then heâs fingering you. And finally heâs fucking you.
It felt good, too good.
But the morning after? You felt embarrassed. No way you just fucked him without even a first date. Heâs gonna think youâre easy. He might even tell everyone that you are.
Of course, that would never happen but you were panicked. You couldnât possibly comprehend that the great Dynamight chose you. You werenât famous. Not a vogue model, a hero, or even wealthy. You had nothing to give him.
He had to be messing with you.
So you slipped out of his hold at 5am sharp and went home.
You fell back to sleep in tears and woke up to several texts and calls. Good thing you had your ringer off.
Bakugou - 6:34am
Whereâd you go?
I was gonna make you breakfast dumbass
Bakugou - 6:52
Y/n?
Missed call - 7:00am
Bakugou - 7:30
Is this about last night?
Iâll wait for that call back so we can talk about it.
Missed call - 10:03am
Bakugou - 10:05
Call me and we can talk about it. This ignoring me isnât gonna make it go away.
Missed call - 11:12
Missed call - 11:26
Missed call - 11-31
Bakugou - 11:40
Fucking call me back, this shit isnât funny.
Youâre so lucky I donât know where you live yet. Iâd be there in 15 minutes if I knew.
You debated calling him back. But your embarrassment and anger stopped you from letting him explain himself. How could he use your feelings against you like that! He probably knew that you liked him and wanted a quick fuck.
You started to cry all over again.
A week passed by with no contact. He sent you the occasional text telling you to talk to him but after the 6th day he seemed to give up. At least you thought that until he showed up at your door.
You opened the door wide without checking who it was since you were expecting a package. Your eyes widened when you noticed the blonde leaning against the doorframe, still in his hero costume. He mustâve just gotten off work, saving civilians and climbing the charts. It was another reminder of how he could never want you.
âYou gonna let me in or am I-â
You tried to slam the door in his face but he shoved it back open easily. He let himself in, scanning the place.
âNice place, âdonât see why you hadnât invited me over.â
Maybe itâs because your small, cosy apartment didnât compare to his high rise penthouse at the top floor.
You grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out. But he wasnât having it and didnât let you move him an inch.
âYou need to leave, Bakugou.â
âWow. Last name basis and I was inside you a week ago.â
âYeah well that shouldnât have happened.â
âOkay but it did so letâs fuckinâ talk about it.â
You just wanted him to leave before you bursted out in tears. You shook your head, trying to pull him harder but to no avail. Your lip quivered in frustration as tears welled up in your eyes.
Suddenly, he threw you over his shoulder and set you on the couch.
âTell me whatâs wrong.â
You broke down in tears.
You told him everything, every assumption you made and every insecurity. You told him how you liked him but you knew he didnât like you back. He sat there patiently, not speaking a word until you were done.
He got up with a blank face. You thought he was gonna leave at first but he kneeled down to be eye to eye with you.
âWanna go on a date?â
It surprised you. It was the last thing he expected you to say.
âIâll take you on a date and prove to you how much I want you. And for the record, Iâve probably liked you longer than you have me. When we met in that coffee shop I immediately knew you were the one I wanted. âS rude of you of you to make assumptions but Iâll let it pass if you go on a date with me.â
You agreed as he wiped off your tears. Who were you to say no?
#i was gonna write more smut#but it was already too long#and thats out of character for antiwhores#part 2 maybe?#bakugou x reader#bakugou smut#bakugou angst#bakugou katsuki
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Iâm going to DESTROY the 100k Iâm foaming at the mouth
#i ran 24 miles practicing my pacing strat (and also get more Vert than necessary)#and the fun thing about running 60 miles is that whatever ur pace is is basically what ur predicted finish time is#I was shooting for 15:30 even tho I was looking at female results and apparently thatâsâŠambitious#but I just did that 24 in 13:15 (elapsed time) and Iâm so not fucked up#I could do that for another 36#my legs would hurt but I could fucking DO IT#the heat index is 100f rn#and miles 22 and 24 were my fastest#I am OUT HERE#I wish it was October already GOD#Iâm READY#running#for the record I did two 12 mile laps and my pace per mile was only 3 seconds slower on the second lap compared to the first#and I completely blame the Vert for that#so basicallyâŠâŠ..my 12 mile splits only had a 36 second gap FUCK YEAH
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donât text and swing! // miles morales x reader
miles loves texting and he loves you, what could go wrong?
cute lil miles texting headcanons
sum short n simple
readers gender not rlly specified
ooc miles?? idfk how he would text so i tried my best đ
requests r open!!
miles says mentirosa that jus means liar
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đ·ïž Youâre never guaranteed a full on conversation with Miles because most the time he leaves you on open. He doesnât do it on purpose, really. He just so happens to be a very busy man so trying to talk to him when he isnât saving New York is pretty difficult.
9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Hey did u still one of my jackets
9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: *steal idk how i got still
9:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Anyways I cant find it anywhere and ik u have something to with it
10:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I know ur not ignoring me rnâŠ
10:01 pm [ you ]: oh wow of course im the first person you blame
10:01 pm [ you ]: also i dont have it âïž
10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: Who else would take my jackets??
10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: This also isnât the first time my jackets OR hoodies have gone missing
10:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: And somehow they always end up in your room
10:03 pm [ miles <3 ]: Suspicious rightâŠđ€š
10:06 pm [ you ]: oh shit by some magical force
10:06 pm [ you ]: your jacket managed to teleport to my bed!!
10:07 pm [ you ]: and somehowâŠIT FLEW ON ME?? AND NOW IM WEARING IT?
10:07 pm [ you ]: this is actually crazyâŠ
10:15 pm [ you ]: wait miles where did you go
10:25 pm [ you ]: are you mad?
10:30 pm [ you ]: no way ur mad
10:40 pm [ you ]: MILES
10:42 pm [ you ]: HELLO
10:43 pm [ you ]: MILESSSS
10:56 pm [ you ]: oh wait mb youâre probably busy saving somebody
10:56 pm [ you ]: got a lil crazy there
10:57 pm [ you ]: ignore all that
1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: I KNEW IT
1:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Itâs okay i like you a little deranged đ©
1:03 am [ you ]: why are you texting me at one in the morning
1:04 am [ miles <3 ]: Why are you replying?
1:05 am [ you ]: have you been fighting since 10?
1:12 am [ miles <3 ]: Iâve been studying! đ€
1:12 am [ you ]: LIAR i know what you areâŠ
đ·ïž You text him while heâs in the middle of fighting? You bet heâs going to respond. While giving himself a reasonable distance away from the villian, he holds out his pointer finger and says; âHold on, let me respond to them real quickâŠâ While theyâre throwing punches at Miles, heâs dodging all of them while texting you back. Though, heâs text arenât legible. At least he thinks they are! All Miles wants to do is talk to you, even if you donât understand half the things heâs typing. Texting him while heâs swinging has the same effect. He has dropped his phone multiple times and heâs always caught it before it could land on the street, though when his webs come in contact with his screen it registers as someone typing so without even knowing heâs spamming you a whole bunch of jumbled letters.
3:45 pm [ you ]: hey miles can i come over for dinner
3:45 pm [ you ]: im craving ur moms food đ
3:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: oys of cours
3:48 pm [ you ]: did u just have a stroke
3:53 pm [ miles <3 ]: noi busy
3:53 pm [ you ]: if youâre busy why r u texting me đ
3:53 pm [ you ]: go back to fighting or wtv ur doing
3:56 pm [ miles <3 ]: i wMt to talk toyj
3:58 pm [ you ]: u can talk to me later miles
3:58 pm [ you ]: im not going away
4:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: hatr
5:46 pm [ miles <3 ]: HEYYY
5:46 pm [ you ]: HII are you not busy anymore
5:47 pm [ miles <3 ]: Yeah
5:48 pm [ miles <3 ]: Howâs your day been?
5:49 pm [ you ]: itâs been ehhhhh
5:49 pm [ you ]: iâve been missing you đ
5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: ooajbdko092828900
5:51 pm [ miles <3 ]: 08:$jjaoppapp
5:52 pm [ miles <3 ]: !!!!!
5:54 pm [ you ]: what
6:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: I DROPPED MY PHONE
6:01 pm [ miles <3 ]: ANYWAYS back to what you were saying
6:02 pm [ miles <3]: Iâve been missing you too
6:04 pm [ you ]: youre no better than those people who text and drive đ
6:05 pm [ you ]: donât text and swing miles
đ·ïž He loves sending you videos of him showing off in his suit. He did a cool trick midair? Heâs going to prop up his phone somewhere and start recording, once he perfects the move and edits out any unneeded footage and he sends them to you. Heâs all giddy when he does, in his head heâs like, âWill that impress them?â âDo they think thatâs cool?â âTheyâre going to love this!â
11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment video)
11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: What do you think??
11:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Pretty cool right
11:03 am [ you ]: (1 attachment photo)
11:04 am [ you ]: LOOK AT THE FACE YOU MADE WHWN YOU JUMPEDD AHHHHH đ
11:04 am [ you ]: this is going to be my new lock screen
11:05 am [ miles <3 ]: đ
11:06 am [ miles <3 ]: Are you going to ignore the cool spin i did?
11:07 am [ you ]: oh sorey
11:08 am [ you ]: THAT WAS A REALLY SICK SPIN
11:09 am [ miles <3 ]: Mentirosa đ
đ·ïž Miles also sends you photos. It ranges from him swinging in midair or him relaxing on top of a building with his lunch in hand. He loves to keep you updated on his life. Youâre the only one in this universe that knows his secret, so he texts or shows you everything he comes across as SpiderMan.
3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)
3:00 pm [ miles <3 ]: Look how pretty the view is from up here
3:00 pm [ you ]: oooh thatâs actually so pretty
3:01 pm [ you ]: who knew new york could actually look nice for once?
3:02 pm [ miles <3 ]: Iâm going to take you here one day for lunch
6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: (1 attachment photo)
6:54 pm [ miles <3 ]: You should put this as your lock screen
6:55 pm [ you ]: itâs just you doing the peace sign while swinging
6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: You said that like itâs a bad thing
6:55 pm [ miles <3 ]: Itâs a nice photo :(
6:58 pm [ you ]: look i set it as my lock screen
6:58 pm [ you ]: (1 screenshot)
6:59 pm [ you ]: everyones gonna see that i know spiderman
6:59 pm [ miles <3 ]: YES GOOD
đ·ïž He texts you nonsense sometimes. You could be chilling, watching something to pass the time and he will text you something so utterly stupid you would have to take a moment to process it.
10:00 am [ miles <3]: (1 attachment photo)
10:00 am [ you ]: u just sent an empty plate of food?
10:00 am [ miles <3 ]: Yeah cuz I ate đ
10:01 am [ miles <3 ]: Like literally
10:03 am [ you ]: enough.
fanks to everyone who sent in requests IM WIRITN G THEM RN âïž
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Hello (good morning?)
I have a question about your chronic illness. We are suspecting that my kid have a form of eds, and we're dealing with recurring presence of mold in our bathroom. Since you live in an Old Houseâąïž, I was wondering if you can tell something about wether mold can cause sudden (inexplicable) flare up's? My teen's doctor shrugged it off.
We're calling professionals about the mold regularly, it's not going to completely go away and moving is not an option, so i would need to know if i need to fight this fight more consistently.
Thank you and i hope your migraine is ending soon!
It's 12:30 am and I have post-migraine insomnia, so yea, good morning!
So, hereâs where mold could be triggering an EDS flare up. Mast cell instability (there are several types, the type I have is Mast Cell Activation Syndrome or MCAS) has a high rate of comorbidity in EDS due to weird connective tissue issues and mast cells being present in every part of the body.
Mold is a huge mast cell destabalizer and can lead to degranulation, and when mast cells degranulate they dump an inflammatory cocktail into the surrounding tissue.
Closer to the skin this looks like hives or other typical allergic responses, but as previously stated, mast cells are in every part of the body including deep connective tissue and that's when mast cells flaring up can exacerbate the symptoms of EDS.
I know for me when Iâm around mold, my joints become excruciating. Like it just feels like Iâm grinding glass into the sockets and Iâm either stiff as a board or like a puppet with my strings cut. I also become listless and more disposed to idiopathic anaphylaxis, but that's due to my mast cell dysfunction which, when we unknowingly had mold in our house, went from moderate to severe.
So your kid might not have a full-blown mast cell disorder, but if theyâre having EDS flare-ups around mold thatâs a red flag you need to be watchful for and fighting pretty regularly.
We ended up having to rip out our entire basement after we found black mold in the walls. (I could smell it. The mold remedial company said we had âa bit of damp, nothing to worry aboutâ but my partner believed me and started cutting into the walls and what we found was a nightmare that spanned the entire finished basement đ±. Thereâs pics somewhere in my blog.) and a few weeks after we did my health began to stabilize.
So yeah, get on top of that as best you can. Mold is a bitch at the best of times, but itâs even worse when thereâs weird health stuff already going on. Good luck, youâve got my sympathy.
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check up
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synopsis: momo gets her prostate examined by her doctor who also happens to be her wife
pairings: Hirai Momo x fem!reader
cw: sub leaning switch g!p Momo, doctor fem!reader, strap usage(momo rec), switch fem!reader
MEN DNI
today is a normal day for you in the office. momo has a doctors appointment, since you are a doctor, she felt much more comfortable letting you examine her. her appointment starts at 12:00 pm but she shows up early at 11:30 am. she knocks on your door a few times and you open it, seeing your newly blonde wife wearing a very form-fitting dress.
âhi there, my love. looking all dolled up, i see.â you comment and she chuckles
âi came to see Doctor Y/L/N-Hirai, of course im going to be dolled up.â she gives you quick peck on the cheek before she sits on the examining table. you shut the door, locking it behind you.
momo takes off her jacket, seating it across the chair next to her; exposing her prominent collarbone.
âready, babe?â you ask, getting out your utensils.
âyes.â you take your stethoscope from around you neck, pressing it up against her chest.
âtake a deep breath for me and breathe out, lovely.â she takes a deep breathe, breathing out as you ask of her. you check her stomach, her back, and her heart before removing it. the next thing you do is her blood pressure. you wrap the sphygmomanometer around her biceps to check on her blood pressure before removing it.
âare you ready for your exam, baby?â you ask
âyes, letâs get started babe.â you throw on some gloves, lubing it up before telling her to get in position.
âthough Iâd usually tell my patients to lie on one side and place their knees up to their chestâŠsince youâre my wife i want you to bend over for me.â
âo-ok.â she stutters, nervousness in her voice. momo lifts up her dress, pulling down her panties before bending over on the examining table.
âgood girl.â you mumble, her cock slightly hardening from the chill of the room and your words.
âit shouldnât hurt but Iâm going to stick my finger inside of you and I want you to squeeze, youâre used to this, ok babe?â you tell her concerningly
âim ready.â is all she says before you stick your lubed finger inside of her hole, she lets out a faint whimper as she tightens herself around your finger. you feel for any lumps or bumps, since you donât feel anything you pull your finger out. you look up to see your wifeâs flushed face.
âare you ok?â you ask
ây-yes but i want more. it felt..good.â she mutters and you chuckle, of course she would get turned on by you fingering her ass.
âlet me guessâŠyou want my strap?â you ask, sarcasticly
âmmh yes please!â momo beams in excitement, she didnât even question why you had a strap on at your office anyways. well, it was mainly because you knew she was going to pull a stunt like this. you know your wife too well.
you throw your white coat somewhere across the room before going over the grab the strap on out of your desk. you pull your pants down before putting the harness on.
âspread your legs, wanna see your face.â you say. she complies, turning around to spread her legs as her hard cock springs upward. the biggest cock ever and sheâs over here submitting to you, you think yourself. you squeeze the lube on your silicone cock, before pressing it up to her entrance.
âfuck you look so good like this.â she mumbles
âthank you baby but i know something else that would feel really good.â you reply
âoh yeah? and whatâs that, hmm love bug.â momo teases
âthis.â you slowly slide your cock into her asshole and her eyes roll to the back of her head.
âo-oh fuck.â she whimpers. you grab the back of her legs, placing them up to her chest as you thrust your silicone cock into her.
âthat feel good, hm momoring?â you tease her as your strap hits up against her prostate with each thrust.
âyes yes..so good!â you wife moans out as you thrust your cock deeply into her. you spit on your hand, grabbing her cock and jerking it up and down while you thrust into her.
âso pretty.â you murmur, pulling her into a rough kiss. you continue jerking her off, making sure your thumb rubs up against her slit and her body slightly trembles.
âgonna cum, momoring?â you coo and she nods her head up and down. you stare at her with heart eyes as she squeezes her eyes shut, opening her mouth to let out a pornographic moan as she squirts ropes of her cum in the air, some of it getting on your shirt.
âoh shit.â she breathes out, wiping some of the sweat from her forehead.
âso cute.â you mumble and she pulls you into a kiss. you pull your strap out of her and her legs shake from the empty feeling. you unhook the strap from around your waist, putting it away(obviously you will be disinfecting it). momo gets up from the table, putting her panties on and pulling down her dress as she straightens out her hair; buffing the ends up to her liking. as sheâs fixing herself up, you decide to do the same.
âthat was so hot, baby...â she says, reapplying her lipstick
âi agree.â you come up to her and kiss her cheek
âbut i got dibs on you when we get home. God I canât believe your patients get to see you like this, just quit already!â she chuckles
âmomoring, you know I canât do that plus I had years of schooling that I will not be putting to waste!â you mention
âI know I know, but youâd make a cute housewife. my housewife.â she giggles
âwellâŠi will see you at home, you know I have to clean and pack up before i get there. could we get takeout tonight?â you ask
âsure, Iâll order it when you get off so by the time you get here, our food will be here.â she says before grabbing your hand and you follow her to the door as she opens it
âI love you, honey.â Momo pulls you into a deep kiss before pulling away.
âI love you too, love bug!â momo chirps and smiles. you open the door for her and she goes on about her dayâŠleaving you to clean up the mess that you two made!
a/n: this was definitely something new but exciting for me so anon who requested sub!momo, i hope you enjoyed this!
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delight of the day: saw green day live, they played dookie and american idiot live in their entirety thanks to anniversaries, and screamed 'well maybe I am the faggot, america' at the top of my lungs, in the pouring rain, with two rainbows in the background. during pride month.
delight of the day: just took 20 minutes to sit in the evening sun with a piece of poppyseed cake and the fresh strawberries i was gifted, doing absolutely nothing but eat and soak up sunlight
#*mine#mona rambles#i won tonight tbh#like. it just does not get better than this#also just. billy joe is so fucking pretty oh my fucking gOD like#literally everything about this was flawless and i am going to pass out now#like. you know that feeling when for weeks you have mostly existed as some kind of lump that gets its work done#and then you do something /just/ for yourself and dance with your friends to thee most formative kind of (semi) punk rock screaming your--#lungs out suddenly remembering that you are in fact a person#like. yeah#he was like 'a rainbow! happy fucking pride!!' and i almost started fucking bawling cause YEAH. HAPPY FUCKING PRIDE. ACTUALLY#like. i was that kid at 12 stuck in catholic summer camp sneaking moments with friends to listen to american idiot#well maybe i AM the fucking faggot. what then#what a gift to be 30+ and scream this at the top of my lungs with no shame or fear or hesitation. just friends who grin at me like.#do you get it. do you understand. anyway#also that man may be like 50 but LORD. i would hit that. ANYWAY#what a night. this fixed me for the next 3-10 business weeks
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Dinner and Diatribes (Nandor the Relentless x fem!Reader)
Author's Note: When asked to write this piece, I wanted to make it special for those waiting so long for its arrival. This will be split into two parts. I currently have part one (the majority of the work) done. However, chapter two is strictly NSFW and I'm separating both parts in case that doesn't interest you. I should be done with part two by tonight, so keep an eye out for it.
Warnings: Overprotective brother Guillermo, horny Nandor (duh), and an innocent reader. Take that as you will. Blood and violence (also duh)
Word count: 11,000+
Requested by @binks1004
This will also be posted on AO3 by tonight!
I sigh softly as I finish putting the last touches on my homework. Another assignment done. I look at the clock that resides next to my desk. 12:30 in the morning: shit⊠I should have been out of the dorms ages ago. I promised Guillermo that I would go to sleep earlier tonight because I wanted to make my way over to his house in the morning. Well, itâs not like I havenât gotten less sleep before and still survived.Â
Suddenly, my phone rings, and I jump in surprise. I check the caller ID⊠Guillermo. Shit. I hesitantly pick up the phone after letting it ring a couple times.
âHello?â My tentative voice rings out.
âYou should be asleep.â Guillermoâs voice sounds disappointed but not surprised. I almost hear the eye roll in his voice.
âWhy would you call me if you didnât know I was asleep or not? Who knows, maybe you just woke me up.â Thereâs a hint of snarkiness in my voice. As Guillermoâs younger sister, I felt occasionally obligated to annoy him.
âYou were last active on Instagram 15 minutes ago.â Guillermoâs âI gotchaâ voice is laid on thick.
ââŠWhoops?â He laughs on the other line.
âWhoops is right. You need to go to bed, Y/N.â I feel the exasperation start to rise within me.
âYeah, yeah, I know. I had homework to get done before winter break. Is that so wrong of me to want to spend my full time and attention with you when Iâm there at your house?â I decide to guilt trip him. I hear Guillermo sigh before I hear heavy footsteps on the line.
âGuillermo? Who are you speaking to?â The voice is distant, but I can swear I hear the essence of a Middle Eastern accent. The phone is clearly covered by one of Guillermoâs sweaters, as I canât hear much of the conversation after that. I think I pick up the words âmaster,â âsister,â and âvisiting.â By the time Guillermo uncovers the phone, he responds almost sheepishly.
âSorry. My roommate.â I am hit with the remembrance that Guillermo has four other housemates that he lives with.
âOh, right⊠who was that?â My curiosity is piqued now.
âNandor.â Guillermo says curtly.
âNandor.â I repeat, testing the name on my tongue. âIs he nice?â Guillermo sighs.
âSometimes.â I laugh.Â
âIâm sure weâll get along just fine, then.â I try to assure him.Â
âSure. Y/N, please go to sleep before you end up driving over here like an exhausted zombie.âÂ
âAlright, alright. Iâll go to sleep, but donât be shocked when you see Iâm active on Instagram for the next 15 minutes: I have a routine, you know?â I hear Guillermo stifle a chuckle.
âYeah, okay.â
âYou know you love me.â I tease.
âOf course I do. That doesnât mean you canât be insufferable.â He teases back.
âThatâs the fun of having a sibling, I think.â Guillermo doesnât hide his laughter this time.
âGoodnight, Y/N.â I can hear the chiding in his voice.
âGoodnight, Guillermo.â I hang up the phone and make my way over to my bed. Iâm a lot more tired than I previously thought, as I plug in my phone within five minutes of my nightly doom scroll routine.Â
The drive over to Guillermoâs house is nothing special. Itâs cold, with some snow falling, but nothing I canât handle. As I made my way over the Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge, I feel myself getting a little nervous. What if Guillermoâs roommates donât like me? What if I end up biting off more than I can chew with this trip? I mean, Iâm staying for an entire month. Certainly his roommates would get annoyed with me after staying with them for so long.Â
Before I can panic myself any longer, I realize that Iâm already at his doorstep. I raise my hand to knock on the door, but Guillermo is already there.Â
âY/N.â He says fondly. I smile and let my hand drop.
âHi, Guillermo.â We smile and hug and get all the niceties out of the way.Â
âDid you end up sleeping well?â
âAfter scrolling on Instagram for approximately five minutes, yeah.â
âI noticed you werenât active super long. I was hoping that meant you were asleep and not on that one website I donât know about.â
âCharacter.AI?â I say with a laugh. He laughs too.Â
âYeah, that one. Whoâs your current fictional character of choice?â
âIâm embarrassed to sayâŠâ I fidget with my hands for a moment.Â
âNow you have to tell me.âÂ
âI most certainly do not.â
As I walk in the house, I am met with an ornately-decorated foyer. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling looks quite beautiful, and I canât help but stare in awe.
âLike it?â Guillermo looks at me taking in the scenery.Â
âHoly crap, you must spend a fortune living here.â He laughs at this response.Â
âIf only you knewâŠâ I give him an odd look but decide to drop it.Â
âWell, itâs 9:30 in the morning⊠What would you like to do?â I ask him with a pleasant smile.
âDid you eat breakfast?â I shake my head.
âLetâs do that first, that way youâll be prepared for any activities I have set up for you today.â Guillermo says with a smile.
âOoh, what kind of activities are we talking?â
âIâll show you around Staten Island, and thatâll give me time to debrief you on each of my roommates.â
âYeah, where are they? Youâd think theyâd be up by now.â Guillermo suddenly starts to fidget with his hands.
âTheyâre kind of nocturnal.â I look bewildered at this statement. âThey work at the railroad, so they have weird hours.â
âBut I thought⊠I thought you also worked at the railroad.â Guillermo looks stunned and a little frightened by my statement. âI-I doâŠâ Guillermo looks down at his hands.
âGuillermo. Iâve known you long enough to know when youâre telling a lie. Did you get fired or something?â He perks up at my statement.Â
âFired, yup! Iâm just trying to look for new work, so Iâve been keeping busy with the upkeep of this house. Please, donât tell mom.â I nod in solidarity.
âOf course I wonât. Your secretâs safe with me.â Guillermo smiles and visibly relaxes. Suddenly, another figure walks in the room. Heâs bald, wearing a vest, and carrying a cup of coffee in his hand.
âWhoâs this?â I perk up as he makes his way out of the kitchen. Guillermo shoots him a warning look. For what reason, I canât be too sure.
âThatâs Colin Robinson.â Colin raises his cup as a friendly gesture.
âHello⊠You must be Y/N. Guillermo told us you were coming. Youâre in for a lot of fun.â I smile at Colin, as he seems friendly enough.Â
âYes! Iâm Y/N, nice to meet you. I sure hope I donât become a nuisance too quickly.â He smirks at my statement.Â
âOh, I donât think that will be a problem.â Guillermo shoots Colin another warning glare and for a moment, I could swear that Colinâs eyes brightened. Guillermo quickly takes my hand and leads me out of the house.Â
âWeâll be back later, Colin.â I look at Guillermo, confused.
âWhat about breakfast?â He tugs at my arm again.Â
âIâll buy you breakfast, okay?â Guillermo closes and locks the door behind him, rolling his eyes at the thought of Colin.Â
âHe seemed nice.â I try to give him a reassuring smile.
âYeah, well âseemingâ isnât everything. Colin Robinson is one of the most annoying creatures on this planet.â I laugh a little at this statement.
âAlright, Iâll keep that in mind. Breakfast?â Guillermo smiles back at me.
âBreakfast.â
The two of us take Guillermoâs car throughout Staten Island. A diner, a mall, a work building, everything that sees me throughout the day sees a smile on my face. The minutes turned to hours and I suddenly feel the sisterly urge to connect with Guillermo.Â
âIâve missed seeing you.â I break the silence with my voice, knowing the words would ring true. Guillermo nearly trips in the shoe store weâre currently walking through.
âIâve missed you, too.â Is his simple reply.
âI just donât think youâd be able to understand the depth of my statement. I really fucked things up.â Guillermo stops this time, looking at me as I speak, as if seeing me for the first time in his life.
I donât come from a functional family. I grew up Catholic, fatherless, and forced to grow up fast. The weight I bear is not something easily shaken. My mother loved me dearly, but was always worried about Guillermo. He was 7 years older than me. He didnât have many friends growing up on account of his rather odd hobbies. By association, when I finally reached the age he was when he first started getting bullied, I was left friendless and alone.Â
Life as an emotionally-mature person in an emotionally-immature body often led to grief beyond the imaginable. I knew as I grew up that there were things I would never experience. Teenage romance, of course, was the least-established of my facilities. The days boys would hit on me were over⊠Nobody wanted to be friends with the girl whose brother believed in vampires. What if it runs in the family?Â
âI really messed up. I should have been reaching out more. College fucked me up and I think I was still holding aââ The words spill forth before I can even think. I only recently got in touch with Guillermo a few months back.
âYou were never supposed to be taking care of me. I was supposed to be doing that for you. I should have listened to your feelings; spoken about your hurt.â Guillermoâs words nearly tear at my heart. There are moments like these with oneâs family members that help one realize just how connected blood really makes us. Seconds turn to minutes turn to us sitting on the floor and crying together while a Shoe Carnival employee checks in on us.Â
The day passes a lot more calmly than earlier. Iâm not sure exactly how many times I am warned about each of his roommates.Â
âIt really sounds like you donât enjoy living with them.â Guillermo grimaces at my words as if struck.
âI do enjoy living with them, but they are a particular bunch. I know you can be, too. I just donât want anyone butting heads with you; theyâd do that even if I were to specifically ask.â My face softens at my brotherâs words.Â
âItâs only one month. Itâll be alright.â
When we make our way back to Guillermoâs house, the lights are on and I can see shadow figures moving around inside, albeit with some paper in the way.
âGuillermo?â I ask quietly.
âYes?â He follows my gaze before going silent.
âWhatâs the paper for?â
âTheyâre very private people. Who would I be to judge?â Guillermo nearly chokes on his answer.
âDo you think it was a good idea to invite me to spend my winter break with you?â I feel Guillermoâs warm hands clasp around my freezing left one.
âI would do anything to ensure your comfortability here. Theyâll behave, I promise.â He shuts the car off and makes his way out of the vehicle, motioning for me to do the same. We make our way to the porch and Guillermo takes the jingling keys out of his pocket. As he opens the door, I peek into the foyer. Nothing. Nobody.Â
âWhere did they go?â My voice asks softly. Guillermo gives me a smile that could be perceived as tentative.Â
âProbably the fancy room. The curtain is shut.â I immediately shrink into myself at his words.Â
âThey know Iâm here. I should leaveââ I begin frantically.
âNo, Y/N, please stay. We can go and introduce you.â
âMemo, please. I know youâve lived with them longer than since we lost contact with one another. I donât want them to think to ask you why we stopped speaking.â Thereâs a rustling heard behind the curtain as itâs pulled aside. Standing on the other side of the curtain is a black-haired woman with green highlights. She is dressed in Victorian garb and looks superb.Â
âI take it you are Y/N.â She says in her Greecian lilt. I give her a bright smile; years of acting makes switching from emotions a thing to do with ease.
âYes, I am. Hi! Are you Nadja?â She smiles at me and I immediately take notice of her sharp canine teeth. Odd.
âThe one and only. Come, come, you must meet the others since Gizmo wonât be introducing you himself.â Guillermo rolls his eyes and makes his way to the fancy room with a huff. Inside the room are two men. One sits on the couch with a pipe in his mouth, occasionally blowing out puffs of smoke. He shoots me a suave smile and I recognize his sharpened canines as well. I mentally take note of that as I look at him.
âMy darling, who did you bring for us to meet?â His voice is strained and clearly fake. He knows exactly who I am. âThis is Y/N, Gizmoâs beautiful sister who he never speaks of.â My face flushes a deep red and I feel Guillermo preen behind me. There is a throat clearing heard from the corner of the room. Out steps a figure that dwarfs the others. He is tall and imposing and every bit of the name I know him to have: Nandor.Â
âBe nice to Guillermo, Nadja. You do not want to scare off his sister.â He steps closer and I feel his steps, both graceful and lumbering, get closer and closer. He is wearing a furred cape with some other cultural garb that does not seem from the United States in the slightest. He makes his way over to me with his broad chest leading the rest of his body. I almost pass out as I look up at him, feeling the air in my throat constrict.Â
âNandor.â He says in his baritone, holding a hand out for me. âNandor the Relentless.â My mouth opens and closes like a fish before I spit out my own name.
âRelentless? Whyâs that.â He doesnât need to answer, as Iâm sure Iâd believe any answer he gives me.Â
âY/N. You have a very lovely name, as well as a lovely curiosity about you.â He replies.Â
âThank you, thatâs quite kind of you.â I recognize now that I still havenât taken his hand and I do, trying to shake it frantically before realizing how immovable he is. His steady hand lifts my hand to his lips as he keeps eye-contact with me. Normally, Iâd explode from the attention, but I immediately clock his fangs.
âIs something wrong?â Guillermoâs voice chimes in and I realize I must have been staring. I blink a couple of times and come back to reality, noticing Nandorâs lips are still on my hand. Guillermo takes notice as well and swats at my arm. I pull it back in surprise and Nandorâs deep voice chuckles behind me.Â
âCareful with this one. Sheâs fragile.â Nandorâs voice is both teasing and deadly serious, as if sending a warning to his roommates. Guillermo tugs my arm and leads me out of the room. I wave at Nandor and he gives me a smirk I can only describe as fond yet⊠hungry. After Guillermo drags me out of the room, I immediately round on him.
âYou live with a bunch of cosplayers?â Guillermo shrinks from my anger.Â
âTheyâre quite eccentric people when theyâre not working at the railroad.â
âSpeaking of, why the fuck are they here playing dress-up when they should be at work?â
âItâs a Saturday evening.â I deflate with Guillermoâs response. Heâs right, of course.
âOkay. Iâm off to bed.â Guillermo gives me an apologetic smile and as I turn away, I realize I have absolutely no idea where Iâm going.
âUpstairs to the right.â
âThank you.â I respond curtly before making my way up the stairs. When I make it to the top of the stairs and take the first right, I close the door behind me and take a deep breath. After my brain runs silent for a few moments, I decide to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. Of course, that meant exiting my bedroom, and I did not want to do that just yet. I wanted to take everything in. I look at my bed frame, an ornate metal one with a stained glass lamp on the nightstand next to it. Jesus, they took this whole cosplaying thing very seriously.
Guillermoâs POV
âAre you fucking kidding me? I asked you guys to do one thing: act normal! How hard is that? You were humans once, too!â Guillermoâs whisper shouting is quieted by Nandor, who places his hand on Guillermoâs shoulder.
âLaszlo, Nadja, leave us.â Nandor waves a dismissive hand at them.
âFuck off.â Nadjaâs voice is the first to pipe in. Laszlo is quick to recover as he stands and grabs his wifeâs shoulders.
âNadja, how about you and I go to our room and⊠discuss this new development in the house.â Both Guillermo and Nandor bristle at his statement for the very same reason. Laszlo drags Nadja out of the room before either of them could chide the married couple. When they finally leave, Nandor looks down at Guillermo.
âI would like to court her.â He says blatantly. Guillermo feels as if he had just been electrocuted.Â
âFuck no.â Guillermo is quick to recover from his immediate shock.
âGuillermo, she is a beautiful, unwed woman of childbearing age. Would you enjoy watching your sister turn into a spinster?âÂ
âNot any more than Iâd enjoy watching her turn into your concubine.â Nandor looks as if he could snap his bodyguardâs neck. âYou will not be courting my sister, and Iâm so fucking serious. Sheâs a Van Helsing as well â she could kill you without a second thought.â Nandor perks up at this statement.
âI do enjoy a challenge.â Nandorâs voice is smug and steady. Guillermo storms out of the room, making his way to his room under the stairs.Â
Y/N's POV
The house is cold and quiet. The fire in the living room does not create enough heat to reach where I am. Guillermo set up the room nicely, with a few extra blankets that will not go unused. I smile to myself as I make my way out of the room to head to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I smack into the chest of the person waiting outside my door. Nandor. He gives me a smirk, one of the fangs popping out of his lip.
âHello, little Y/N.â I nearly shiver at his voice, but maintain my composure.Â
âHi Nandor. Sorry, I should have been paying more attention.â He gives me a friendly smile.
âYou are quite alright. Do not feel bad. I was standing right outside your door, so I should be the one apologizing.â Nandorâs hands are clasped behind his back, making him look quite serious and almost otherworldly.Â
âYes. What were you doing outside my door anyway?â I look skeptical of him.Â
âI wanted to apologize for causing any strife between your brother and you.â Now that was an answer I was not expecting. I swallow and try my best to not look phased.Â
âI donât know what you mean.â Nandor chuckles at my words, a deep and smooth sound.Â
âGuillermo clearly cares deeply for you. I wouldnât want to make a bad first impression.â Nandorâs voice is genuine, without a hint of any of the confident bravado he carried earlier.Â
âI know he cares for me. Sorry, Iâm incredibly tired and have to get ready for bed.â I gently scoot him out of the way and make it to the bathroom without looking back. I lock the door behind me, standing before the mirror in front of me. It is a humbling sight: I look as though the exhaustion Iâve felt since I was 12 was surfacing all at once. Realizing my face was getting red with that discovery, I covered my face to cry.Â
What I could not see beyond the door was a stunned Nandor, able to hear my soft cries. He did nothing, and yet here I am, angrier than ever. I stayed in the bathroom for a long while, knowing I could not go out and face him again.
Nandorâs POV
As he stares at the bathroom door, all he can feel is completely helpless about the situation. Had he said something wrong? What did he do? All he said was that your brother cared about you. Was that so wrong? Nandor awkwardly shuffles to his bedroom, closing the door to drown out your cries. He could hear them slow and eventually stop, listening to your feet shuffle back to the room across his. He wants to try again, to reach out and tap your door; to ask you whatâs wrong. He doesnât. Of course he doesnât. He tries to ignore the feelings your emotions stirred within him as he listens to your breathing even out as you fall asleep.
Next Morning - Y/Nâs POV
I wake up the next morning feeling completely out of it. As I opened my eyes, I felt all the emotions slam into me as they did last night. Fuck. Had I really gotten that emotional around Nandor? I knew that my emotions had gotten the better of me, and I wanted to apologize to him. He couldnât have known that my and Guillermoâs relationship was a sore spot. Of course he wouldnât have known that: Guillermo has always liked to keep his shame hidden. I sit up in my bed and groan, trying to catch my bearings. His door is right across from mine⊠Maybe I could sneak over and speak with him.Â
Why I felt so drawn to Nandor, I couldnât explain. Maybe itâs because heâs incredibly handsome, or maybe itâs due to the fact that he has no clue about me. A clean slate. Thatâs certainly what I felt I deserved at this moment.
I stand and make my way over to my door, opening it and running into someone for the second time in under 12 hours. Iâm surprised to see that itâs Guillermo.Â
âIâm so sorry,â are the first words that leave his mouth. I look at him skeptically. âNandor told me you were upset last night. I should have known.â My face heats up in embarrassment.Â
âItâs no big deal, really. I was just upsetââ
âStop. Please stop lying on my behalf. Iâm your older brother, and I fucked up. I havenât told you the whole truth.â That stops me dead in my tracks.
âWhat are you talking about?â Guillermo takes my hand and looks at me with an emotion on his face I canât quite read.Â
âI know Iâve been obsessed with vampires since I was a kid, and I hoped above hope that they were real. So real that I went looking to find them. I found a job application when I was 19 that seemed suspicious enough, so I showed up here: to this house,â I shake my head in confusion as Guillermo continues. âI was met by Nandor at the front door, who took me in for an interview. The job detailed the upkeep of the house and what being a servantâa familiar would be like.â
âA familiar? What the hell are you talking about?â Guillermo takes my hand and continues.
âI havenât been working at the railroad for all of these years⊠Iâve been working for Nandor, Nadja, Laszlo, and Colin Robinson. Iâm a familiar. Theyâre vampires.â My face turns blank for the first few seconds after he said the words I desperately did not want to hear.Â
âAre you serious?â I can see Guillermoâs face fall. âAfter all these years, you still donât care about how your actions affect other people. Do you know what it was like? Taking care of mom when all she wanted to do was see her son. Getting bullied at school for being your sister?â I wrench my hand from Guillermoâs grasp. âI get that us getting back on speaking terms is new and exciting because Iâve missed you, but donât fuck with me about this,â Guillermo quickly grabs my hand again and drags me to Nandorâs room.
âI can prove it. Look,â Guillermo opens the door to Nandorâs room and there, laying in the middle of the room, is a large coffin made from some of the finest wood Iâd ever seen.Â
âWhat the actual hell,â my voice is quiet but certainly not calm. âWhat is this?â
âThis is where Nandor sleeps. He sleeps during the day because heâs a vampire, not because he works night shifts. If he touches the sunlight, it hurts him. And if he steps fully into the sun, it will kill him. Thatâs why the windows are boarded up; thatâs why this house looks so haunted: because it is. Itâs haunted by the vampires who have lived in it for over 100 years,â I cover my face again and pull my hand from Guillermoâs grasp.Â
âYouâve actually been galavanting around with vampires for over a decade?â I am dangerously calm.Â
âI donât know if âgalavantingâ is the right word, butââ
âWell, what would you call it? Leaving your family behind to live with vampires. Some fantastical fucking dream you got to have,â I turn away from Nandorâs coffin, feeling scorned.Â
âY/N, Iâm so sorry. I canât take back those years that I left you and mamĂĄ, but I want to make up for it.â
âYou left us! For years, you left us! And what am I supposed to do? Be fine that you were gone for so long, only to be living your dream,â I sit against the wall, sliding to the floor. âWhile I was stuck taking care of mamĂĄ, who wanted nothing more than to have her son back. Do you know what thatâs like?â Guillermo takes a step closer to me, slowly sitting next to me.Â
âNo. I donât. But I want to. Itâs not fair that I was gone, but I want to have you back in my lifeââ
âDid you tell mamĂĄ?â Guillermo looks ashamed and itâs all the answer I need. âWhy would you ever trust me with this secret?âÂ
âBecause I canât try to satisfy you with lies. Iâve done that for long enough,â Guillermo looks at me with such sincerity it almost hurts. I sigh, feeling a headache coming on.
âIs there anything else I should know?â I look at him from between my fingers.
â...We are descendants of the Van Helsing family,â I immediately groan and put my head back in my hands.Â
âWhat does that entail?â Guillermo takes a breath as he prepares to explain.
âIt means that youâre probably unnaturally good at spotting vampires. I noticed you noticing their teeth last night,â I look up at Guillermo again.
âYou did?â Guillermo laughs at my question.Â
âMaybe itâs why I was so good and seeking vampires out in the first place,â a small smile appears on my face at his statement.Â
âGuillermo De La Cruz: always alone, traversing between two worlds,â I give him a smile as I take my hands off my face.
âNot alone anymore,â he replies with an openness I had not yet seen from him.Â
âNot anymore, no,â Guillermo wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him.
âYes, yes, thatâs nice. Now Guillermo, please flee from my room with your sister so I may slumber,â comes a voice from the coffin. I almost forgot we were in Nandorâs room. I laugh at his words.Â
âShit, sorry Nandor,â Guillermo says as he stands, pulling me to my feet.Â
âYeah, weâll go,â I say as I start to leave the room. Guillermo closes the door behind him and looks at me a moment before we both start laughing.Â
âWhoops,â Guillermo says first.Â
âI guess I didnât think vampires could be light sleepers,â I reply.Â
âThey most certainly can. Breakfast?â Guillermo asks.Â
âYeah, just give me a few minutes to do my morning routine. I need to brush the heart-to-heart out of my teeth,â Guillermo laughs and makes his way down the stairs.Â
âSee you in a few!â
After taking the time to do my morning routine, I make my way down the staircase to the kitchen. Before I can get there, Iâm intercepted by Colin Robinson, who is, once again, holding a cup of coffee and wearing another vest. I shuffle nervously on my feet, now come to the realization that I am surrounded by vampires.
âWhat makes you so different?â I blurt before I can stop myself. Colin looks bewildered. âGood morning to you, too,â he mutters.Â
âIâm sorry. Good morning. What I meant was, if youâre a vampire like everyone else, why can you be awake in the daytime?â Colin takes a sip of his coffee.Â
âYour first assumption was incorrect: I am not like everyone else. Iâm an energy vampire: a daywalker,â I nod at his explanation, though Iâm still confused. âI feed off of peopleâs negative energy. Energy vampires are the most common of vampires, and Iâm sure youâve met some before meeting me.â
âAre you draining me right now?â I ask cautiously. Colin seems to find this amusing.
âNo, no. I do it when you least expect it.â His words hang in the air for a moment before Guillermo peaks out of the kitchen.Â
âLeave her alone, Colin,â Colinâs eyes glow blue at Guillermoâs words. So his eyes were glowing yesterday.Â
âGo and enjoy breakfast. I sure have enjoyed mine,â Colin smirks before walking away. I make my way to the kitchen and prepare for the rest of the day.Â
The rest of the day is rather mundane. Guillermo told me I should start getting used to taking naps in the daytime if I wanted to spend time with the vampires. When asking him if he was going to take a nap, he merely laughed.Â
âThe job of a vampireâs bodyguard is never-ending,â he responded.
âI thought you were a familiar,â I eye him.
âI was, until the vampires got attacked by other vampires,â Guillermo responds as if itâs the most normal thing in the world. I guess, for him, it has been his normal.
âShould I be worried?â
âNot with that Van Helsing blood in you,â Guillermo nudged me. âNow get some rest.â So I did. The day was spent in a mostly-dreamless slumber as I tried to preserve my energy for the nighttime. Being a college student, changing my sleep schedule was certainly not hard. I woke up to my alarm and checked the time, seven oâclock. I rub my eyes and sit up, seeing the sun had already set below the sky. Being wintertime, it gets dark a lot earlier than Iâd like. Maybe vampires enjoyed the winter more for that same reason.Â
While pondering existential questions about vampirism, I peek out my door to make sure I wonât run into anyone else. As I look across the hallway, I see Nandorâs door is already open. I make my way over to his room, trying to be as quiet as possible, as if sneaking into somewhere I shouldnât be.
I look inside his door and see his coffin opened. As I survey the rest of the room, I do not find him anywhere.Â
âIt is rude to try and sneak up on a vampire such as myself,â I jump in surprise and turn around. Nandor stares at me, a smirk playing at his lips.Â
âI wasnâtâI didnâtââ He chuckles in that same deep baritone.Â
âYouâre not too sneaky for a Van Helsing,â I stand a little taller and cross my arms.
âVan Helsing or not, Iâm still a De La Cruz,â Nandor raises an eyebrow at me.Â
âI can see the resemblance between your brother and you. Come, would you like to sit?â Nandor gestures to a couple of chairs in his room. âThe others are probably out hunting for the night,â I feel my blood go cold at his words. Nandor chuckles again before speaking, âDonât worry â I ate yesterday in preparation for your arrival,â I feel his eyes on me as I sit in the chair. He moves to sit next to me.Â
âDo you⊠kill people?â
âYes,â his response is quick and almost cold.
âDo you enjoy it?â Nandor sighs.
âOnly sometimes. Those are boring questions. I hear them too often. Letâs talk about something more interesting,â Nandor feigns a yawn which elicits a smile from me.Â
âHow old are you?â Nandor peers down at me from the corner of his eye, smiling.Â
âI am over seven hundred years old. How old are you?â I suddenly feel much more shy and self-conscious. âOh, come now, donât tell me you donât want to answer any of my questions.â
âIâm 23,â I respond quickly, as if challenging his words.Â
âBut a sprout amongst the trees,â Nandorâs words flow from him. âY/N, I like your name.â
âThank you⊠Itâs a family name. Where does âNandorâ originate?â Nandor smiles proudly.Â
âFrom Hungary. Itâs a version of âFerdinand,ââ Nandor says the name with a hint of distaste.Â
âYouâre Hungarian?â Nandor immediately shakes his head.
âNo. Iâm from Al Quolnidar. It used to be part of the Ottoman Empire, but now would be southern Iran.â
âI feel like Iâm getting a history lesson,â I say with a laugh.
âDo you enjoy learning?â Nandor asks, blinking slowly at me. I pause for a moment, wondering how to respond.
âYes, I think I do,â Nandorâs chest seems to puff up proudly, like a bird showing off his feathers.Â
âThen I shall give you history lessons whenever you please.â
And he does. Days pass in the house and I always await Nandorâs rising in the night. I spend some of my time getting to know everyone in the house, but Nandor, of course, steals my attention most of the time. We spend long evenings and nights getting to know one another. Yet, it feels as though my life is not as exciting as his. No matter how many times I state this fear, Nandor is quick to respond.
âJust because Iâm ancient doesnât mean Iâm more interesting.â We agree to disagree on this front. During the nights we are not speaking to one another, Guillermo catches us stealing glances at one another in the kitchen or the library. He, of course, knows we both have feelings for one another, but tries to inform me of how stupid and dangerous that is. I hush him up every time, telling him to let me have my fun, as thereâs no possible way Nandor feels the same way about me. Guillermo shuts up every time, going back to whatever heâs doing. During one of our nightly talks, Nandor begins to open up a bit more about his love life.
âI had 37 husbands and wives,â I nearly spit out my drink at the number.Â
âShit, I realize this is probably insensitive, but how did you keep up with all of them?â Nandor laughs and waves off my question.
âI loved 35 of them, so it was relatively easy. The other two were political marriages: women meant to bear my children to carry on my name,â I try not to blush at the thought.Â
âThat must have been niceâhaving so many partners to spend time with,â I try to spin the situation.
âOh no, I spent most of my time with my concubines when I was on the battlefield,â I, once again, try not to choke on my drink.Â
âDid you ever think it was enough?â The words fall from my lips before I can reign them in. Nandor looks at me, surprised by my question.
âNo⊠I suppose I didnât,â I frown at his response.
âDo you ever think about settling down?â The dam has opened.Â
âIâm a vampire. All I ever think about is settling down for eternity. I lived enough lives by being a conqueror as a human,â Nandor looks at his glass, half-empty with AB+ blood.
âSeven hundred years is a long time to be alive. I feel like Iâve lived through enough as a 23-year-old,â Nandor gives me a look.
âYouâre still young,â he says as a matter-of-fact statement. âLet the world open up to you.â
âI think I have had enough of the world opening up to me,â I begin to swirl the wine in my glass.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Nandorâs curiosity is piqued.
âHelping out a single mom since you were 12 is not exactly a job for sheltered individuals,â I say with a sigh. âMy mom needed someone to help out around the house after Guillermo left. I was that someone. It wasnât all that bad, but it was hard.â
Nandor is suddenly hit with the crushing realization that he inadvertently did this to you. He took away Guillermo, he made it nearly impossible for Guillermo to reach out and speak to his family. Nandor takes a sip from his glass. If his face could blush, it would certainly be burning from his shame right now.Â
âIâm sorry,â is his only reply. I give him a smile, one that he recognizes as a friendly but tired look.
âDonât be. It shaped me into who I am. I like me,â I say simply.
âI hope you donât mind if I were to ask you about your father?â Nandor immediately wishes he could take back his words once he watches my face fall.Â
âI donât remember much. He was a piece of crap who bullied our mother for a living. When he finally decided to get lost, I couldnât help but feel abandoned. My mom loved me as best as she could, but that doesnât mean it was what I needed,â I say before taking another sip of my wine. âBlood is thick, though. I am forever appreciative that I got this opportunity to reunite with Guillermo, even if that means having my worldview shattered,â I say with a laugh.Â
âHow do you do it?â Nandor asks as he studies my face.
âHow do I do what?â
âHow do you speak about such things with a smile on your face? You should be crying.â
âI weep when Iâm alone,â I tell him as I look into my glass again. âItâs not very becoming of me to cry in front of people I donât know that well, now is it?â Nandor also looks into his glass before looking back up at me.
âI would like to know you,â Nandor says those words simply, as if it wasnât a declaration.
âI donât think you would. Iâm brokenââ I start.
âI donât know why youâve convinced yourself youâre not worth knowing. Youâre allowed to be angry with me, you know? I took your brother away for years, causing you to have to raise yourself. I would understand completely if you chose to hate me,â Nandorâs words spill forth like a waterfall.Â
âI donât hate you,â my face is burning.
âWhy?â Nandorâs question is exasperated.Â
âIâm not sure, but I donât. Youâve given me every chance in the world to speak freely, but I donât feel like hating you. It does not change the past, nor does it heal the future. I think just being in your presence now is a comfort. One I should not take for granted,â Nandor is stunned into silence.Â
âCan I kiss you?â I am stunned by this question. I stand abruptly before getting ready to leave.Â
âI should get going,â I close the door before he has the chance to respond.
Nandorâs POV
By the end of the night, Nandorâs room looks as if a tornado blew through it. Once he heard you leave the house, he began to destroy everything within it. He threw his glass of blood at the wall, watching it shatter with a cruel satisfaction. Of course you would not reciprocate. Youâre too full of life, too wonderful, too good for him. Nandor roars in anger at each of these thoughts, destroying some of the furniture in his room. All that remains untouched are his coffin and the paintings of himself on the wall: all a cruel reminder of the warlord he was. The violent, cruel, evil dictator who took lives without care. Of course you felt the need to run away for the night. He made you uncomfortable, and he couldnât blame you for feeling that way.
At some point in the night, there is a knock at his door. Nandor rounds on Guillermo, hissing as he stares at his bodyguard.Â
âLeave me,â Nandorâs words are cold and angry. But Guillermo does not leave.
âWhat happened?â His question brings forth a thousand more thoughts in Nandorâs head, who clutches it as if it is going to explode.
âShe left. I scared her away,â Nandorâs voice cracks from emotion, and he curses himself for it, finding a book on his nightstand and ripping it apart.
âWhat? How?â Nandor storms over to Guillermo, towering above him intimidatingly.Â
âLeave. Me.â
âThis is my sister weâre talking about. My sister, who is alone in the streets of Staten Island because of you. Now, tell me what happened,â Guillermoâs temper almost matches Nandorâs. Nandor lets out a frustrated huff before explaining what happened.Â
âShe was never angry with me. Never angry at me, the monster who kept her brother away from her for 14 years. She held no bitterness towards me about it,â Nandor turns around to hide his shame. âNone, until of course, when I ruined it by asking to kiss her,â Guillermo falls silent with these words.Â
âWe have to go find her. She couldnât have gotten farââ Guillermo begins, trying to ignore the feelings stirring within him.
âWe donât have to do anything. You will go and find her. I have done enough for tonight,â Nandor hisses, throwing a glare at Guillermo over his shoulder. Thereâs a pause between them before Guillermo glares back at Nandor.Â
âFine. Next time, stay away from my sister,â the door slams behind him and Nandor jumps, quickly returning to destroying his room.Â
Guillermoâs POV
She couldnât have gotten far. Thatâs the only thing he can think as he goes out to look for you. You couldnât have gone too far. Guillermo, met with constant lefts and rights, decides to follow a path he had taken you on during one of your many daily adventures through Staten Island. Left, left, right, straight for a few miles⊠You couldnât have gone far. He tries to think of all the possible places you could have gone.Â
You took your car, of course. You left in your car to do whatever you wanted, and he had no chance to stop it. Suddenly, he remembers the pang of disappointment he felt in his stomach when you said you enjoyed going to bars. He took you to a bar a couple days ago. It had food, greasy food, but it also had drinks. Thatâs probably where you went. He tries to stuff down the thought of you drunk driving. You wouldnât.Â
Guillermo feels an immense sense of relief when he sees your car outside the bar. He opens the doors, a sense of peace washing over him. That is, until he realizes you arenât there. Guillermoâs panic rises within him again as he looks around. He asks the bartender if he saw you â he hadnât. You were sending him on a wild goose chase. Guillermo clutches his head in frustration, trying to think of where else you could be. That is, of course, until he hears you scream.
Y/Nâs POV
I wanted to go to the bar for the shitty food. I knew it would make me feel much better after running away from Nandor. I had been mentally kicking myself the entire night over Nandorâs question. Why did I leave? I cover my face as I sit at the front sidewalk of the bar.
Commitment issues. It was always commitment issues. I felt so embarrassed for leaving Nandor hanging, but I was terrified when he asked to kiss me. I wanted to, of course, but I had never⊠I mean, what would come next? Marriage? Sex? The last thought sends a shiver through me. Heâs a vampire. Iâm just a blip in his long existence: an impermanent thing. I cover my face and groan to get myself free of those thoughts. Standing up to go into the bar, I reach the front door before I feel my arm grabbed by some stranger, dragging me away with a hand over my mouth.
Iâm dragged into an alley, a knife pressed against my back. Yeah, this would happen to me.
âDonât scream,â the voice is scarily calm. âIâm just robbing you. This will go as easily as you want it to,â he speaks the words as if theyâre molasses stuck in his teeth. As he removes his hand from my mouth, I take a deep breath.Â
âI donât have a lot of money on me,â I responded brokenly.Â
âWell, it seems we have a problem, donât we?â
âPlease. Let me go. Iâll give you the keys to my car,â I am pleading now.
âYou think I want some busted car from a college student?â The knife begins to dig into my skin. I gasp and the man shushes me before whispering in my ear.
âI told you this would go as easily as you wanted it to. It seems you donât care too much,â I shake my head and try to reason with him.Â
âPlease, I wonât tell anyone about this. Iâll go quietly. Iâll give you everything I have, itâs just not much,â the man removes the knife from my back and brings it to my cheek. He slowly drags it down the side of my face, certainly drawing blood. I cry out, beginning to scream for help. After a brief moment, I feel the weight lifted from behind me as the man is dragged off of me.Â
âDonât touch her,â I hear a familiar voice hiss behind me. I scoot away from Nandor and the man he is now holding off the ground. His eyes are a deep red; red as blood. With that thought, I raise a hand to my cheek, feeling the warm liquid running down my face. I catch Nandor watching me touch the blood on my cheek. He hisses at the man, and itâs a deep and menacing sound. âLook away,â his voice is deep and commanding.Â
I tuck my head and cover my face. The moment I do, I hear a disgusting squelching sound, followed by a gasp from the man. Iâm sure he would have screamed if he could, but I would guess Nandor went for the throat.
âY/N, we have to go,â I uncover my face to find Guillermo staring at me, frantically trying to pull me to my feet. In a split-second decision, I turn to look at Nandor, who is crouched on the ground like a predator, face deep into the manâs skin. His eyes are on mine the moment I look upon him, and I can feel his relief as he looks at me. Guillermo drags me out of the alley, holding my hand the entire way.Â
âStop looking!â Guillermo commands as he pulls me out of Nandorâs view.
âHeâs not going to hurt meââÂ
âYouâre bleeding,â Guillermo interrupts me. âI donât want to tempt an apex predator, thank you very much.â He opens the passenger door and helps me sit down before going to the driverâs side. Guillermo speeds off in his car, headed back in the direction of the house. When I looked behind the car, all I could see was Nandor standing in the middle of the road, blood covering his face.
We got back home after driving for a few minutes in silence. When Guillermo parks the car, he looks over at me.
âAre you okay?â I cover my face and look away.
âYes,â I responded curtly.
âNo youâre not,â Guillermo puts a hand on my shoulder to comfort me, rubbing it softly. âItâs okay to not feel okay after something like that. I remember the first time I saw a human die at the hands of vampires. Itâs scary. You shouldnât have had to see that,â he speaks so gently.
âIâm okay, really. I mean, yes it was scary⊠I guess Iâm just glad Nandor got there in time.â Guillermo nods.
âMe too. You can thank him when heâs not all bloodlusted,â Guillermo almost reads my mind.Â
âIâll just clean up and itâll be alrightââ I begin.
âNo. Heâs already got the scent of your blood. Heâs going to be touchy for the rest of the night. We need to get you patched up and to bed,â Guillermo cuts me off. âThat is a talk that can happen another day.â I finally relent, nodding in agreement.
âOkay⊠Can I go get cleaned up now?â Guillermo turns the car off and walks beside me the entire way, keeping an eye out for Nandor. âIâll be fine, you know?â He scoffs at my words.
âYouâre as stubborn as him â Iâll give you that,â he mutters under his breath. When we make it in the house, Guillermo helps clean me up. Luckily, the other vampires were nowhere to be seen, though Guillermo was sure they could smell my blood. âIâm going to put a cross on your door tonight. Give you a couple stakesâŠâÂ
âWould that really be necessary?â Guillermo shoots me a look.Â
âIâm not taking any risks. Heâs dangerous and I will not have my sister getting bitten by a vampire,â he continued to dab a washcloth on the wound on my cheek.Â
âItâs going to be a huge, ugly scar, isnât it?â Thereâs a hint of despair in my voice. Guillermo sighs.
âI donât know⊠Probably⊠But not ugly! Letâs⊠not worry about that right now,â he tries to filter his words, but itâs really no use. He begins to use alcohol prep pads on my skin, causing me to hiss through my teeth.Â
âOw, that really hurts,â Guillermoâs face turns sympathetic.
âYouâre very strong. I donât think it needs stitches: it wasnât that deep. Can I put gauze on your cheek?â I nod.
âHere we go. Itâll be okay. You will be staying in your room tonight,â Guillermoâs words leave no room for argument. I groan at him, rolling my eyes.
âFine,â Guillermo nods as he finishes disinfecting my face and putting gauze over it.Â
âYouâll bounce back quickly. Something tells me you always do,â he gives me a wink and helps me stand before pushing me into my room. Guillermo places a stake on my bedside table, then goes to hang a cross on the front of the door.Â
âIs all of this really necessary?â My question is exasperated. Guillermo shoots me a glare.Â
âIs keeping you safe from a deadly vampire necessary? Oh geez, letâs think about that,â I roll my eyes again at his words.Â
âOkay, thank you. Good night, Guillermo,â I sigh and place the hand over my gauze. Guillermoâs eyes soften and he makes his way to sit on my bed next to me.Â
âYouâll be okay, I promise. I just want to be careful, you know?â I nod along to Guillermoâs words.Â
âThanks. I know youâre just looking out for me. I appreciate it,â I say to him sincerely.Â
âJust rest. The morning will be here before you know it,â he leans over and gives me a tight hug. âIâm glad youâre okay.â
âMe too⊠Good night,â I say to him. Guillermo smiles and makes his way to my door, closing it behind him.Â
I wish I could say that I tried falling asleep, but I did not. I stayed awake for what felt like hours, tossing and turning in my bed. All I could think about was Nandor standing in the middle of the road, watching me drive away with Guillermo. Thereâs a level of guilt that falls on my shoulders as I think about that look he gave me. I hold my cheek, beginning to cry softly at the thought of my face being marred for the rest of my life.Â
After crying for a long enough time to feel dehydrated afterwards, I hear the loud flapping of wings and a squeak outside my door. Thereâs a poof sound, followed shortly by a hissing as Nandor approaches my door.Â
âFucking guy,â Nandor hissed at the cross on my door. I stand, tiptoeing over to the door before cracking it open. Before me was Nandor, cleaned up and in the same outfit I saw him in earlier. His face immediately softened once he saw me. âY/N⊠Are you okay?â He reaches a hand out and I flinch, a little afraid from what I saw earlier.Â
âIâm alright, I promise. You⊠shouldnât be here,â Nandor scoffs at my words.
âWhat did your brother tell you?â He spits the words.Â
âHe said you would be⊠touchy. I donât want to irritate you,â I whisper, trying to make sure Guillermo wouldnât hear us. Nandorâs face widens into a smirk.
âOh no, my dear, wrong touchy,â I blush in surprise and he takes this as an opportunity to push past me, closing the door swiftly behind him as he carries me towards my bed.Â
âNandor! Please,â I protest as he lays me down on my bed, quickly following to curl up behind me.
âPlease what, darling? Use your words,â he nuzzles against my face, nose rubbing against the gauze on my cheek.Â
âI donâtâ I canâtâŠâ The words are lost on my lips and Nandor shushes me.Â
âI know, darling. I can smell it on you,â he nuzzles against my cheek again, pressing a kiss to the gauze on my face. âA virgin, are we? I smelled it in your blood,â Nandor whispers as he puts an arm around me. I blush deeply in surprise that he was able to guess so easily.Â
âI grew up very Catholic,â are the only words that leave my mouth. Nandor chuckles darkly.
âI donât care. It doesnât matter why, it matters that you are,â he kisses my cheek again. I shake my head again, trying in futility to deny.
âI ran away after you asked to kiss me,â Nandor stops suddenly, his grip loosening.Â
âI will leave you if you wish it,â he continues to pull away.Â
âNo! I mean⊠you donât have to,â I try to cover the desperation in my voice. Nandor chuckles again and leans in against me.
âYou smell amazing,â Nandor continues to nuzzle against my cheek.Â
âI shouldnât have run away. Iâm sorry,â I feel the remorse surge within me.
âDonât be. I got a free meal of it,â he teases gently before nosing against the pulse point on my neck.Â
âBut I am sorry. I shouldnât have left you. I should have told you that Iâm afraid to get close to people, that it was never your faultââ Nandor nips my neck gently, causing the words to die in my throat.
âHush, Y/N. Stop apologizing. I donât want you wasting your breath on something I already understand,â he leans down and kisses my head. I flip to my other side, facing Nandor and getting a good look at him for the first time since the attack. His eyes are still a faint red, pupils blown wide with some primal feeling deep within him. I reach a hand up and push a strand of his hair behind his ear. I hear a low groan rise from his throat.
âWhat does it feel like?â I ask suddenly. Nandor pulls away to look at me.
âWhat does what feel like?â
âDrinking blood. Is it⊠I donât know⊠enjoyable?â Nandor smirks as he looks at me.Â
âI wouldnât be able to explain it. Drinking blood is like nothing I ever did when I was a human. It feels so powerful, like something out of a movie,â Nandor gets lost in thought, staring out of the paper-covered window.
âWhat does it feel like for a human?â Nandor looks at me a moment, before answering.
âWhen I was turned, it was not a pleasant experience. Iâm assuming that was due to the violence of the one turning me, but Iâve heard some humans find it to be a pleasant experience. Why?â Nandor asks the question he already knows the answer to.
âI⊠would you drink from me?â I look up at him shyly. Nandorâs breath hitches as he looks at me.Â
âYou would want that?â I nod, the words dying in my chest.
âWould you remember me?â Nandor looks perplexed by the question.
âI would know you through the rain and the snow, through every storm that appears in the night. Just because your blood calls to me doesnât mean I will answer in violence,â Nandor leans down and presses a kiss to my undamaged cheek.Â
âYou make it sound so easy,â I whisper to him.
âFor some, it really is.â
âIs it for you?â Nandor hesitates.
âNo, but I will not forget you,â I lean forward and hug Nandor against me.Â
âYou saved my life once. I owe you, at the very least,â Nandor leans forward and captures my lips in a kiss. It is a deep and passionate kiss that conveys the days of yearning between us. I could imagine myself getting lost in that kind of yearning forever. The kind of yearning that leaves one seeking answers from the beginning of the first interaction.Â
Nandorâs tongue presses against my lips, licking off any balm I put on there a few hours before. I open my mouth to him, breath getting stolen as he takes a greedy gulp of my air.Â
âThe second you view this as a transactionary agreement,â he starts as he pulls away from my lips, âyouâll forget how much I want to get to know you. I donât want you to forget that,â he says as he presses a kiss to my nose. He pushes my head to the side gently, sniffing my pulse point and taking a moment to just sit there.Â
âYouâre so sweet,â I whisper to him.
âSweet. Thatâs not a word thatâs been used to address me before,â He laughs and presses a kiss to my neck. I giggle softly as he continues to press kisses to my neck. âI like those noises. You sound happy. I only want to hear you happy,â Nandor mutters against my neck.
âI hope that not always being happy is not a let-down,â Nandor chuckles again, nipping my neck softly.Â
âDonât speak as if youâre some consolation prize. I donât care. I like you,â he mumbles against my skin.Â
âAre you going to bite me now?â I ask, trying to deflect some of the attention he was putting towards me. Nandor nuzzles against my neck again, dragging his teeth along my neck.Â
âThe second you say it back, I will. I like you,â Nandor says, pulling away to look me in my eyes. I blush deeply, trying to maintain eye-contact with him.
âI like you, too,â I say as Nandor leans down and captures my lips in another kiss.
âThatâs more like it,â he says, bending down and pressing a kiss to my jaw. He leans down and kisses against my neck, growling against my skin. âSo warm, so soft, so sweet,â he sinks his fangs into my skin. It feels like a short needle prick and I jump a little in surprise. As I jump, Nandorâs hold on me tightens to keep me in place. I whimper a little as I feel him begin to take pulls of my blood.Â
âThat⊠feels really nice,â I mutter to myself, feeling as if I had entered a trance. Nandor groans as he continues to drink deeply from my neck. The sounds are lewd and wanton as my body curls into him. It feels as though a thousand hands are holding me against him, making me feel safe and protected in his arms.
He takes a couple more pulls of my blood before pulling away, licking the puncture wounds on my neck. He kisses the marks gently, groaning from deep in the back of his throat.Â
âYou taste divine,â he breathes the words as if they are keeping him alive.Â
âThat felt really nice,â I mutter, still in a daze. Nandor chuckles and holds my face in his hand.
âIâm sure it did. I made sure to be gentle with you,â he says as he kisses the spot where he bit again. There are moments like these that help one realize just how connected blood really makes us. It feels as if we are bonded in some way, and I can tell Nandor is feeling it, too. âIâm sure you can feel how intense things are right now. Just take a deep breath, okay?â He holds eye-contact with me and takes a deep breath, trying to get me to follow suit. When I do, he smiles and kisses my cheek. âGood girl,â he whispers. My eyebrows knit together with his nickname.
âOh, you liked that, did you, darling?â He kisses my lips quickly before saying, âmy good girl,â once again.
4am - Nandorâs POV
Nandor woke up with you in his arms, feeling the weight and security you offered him. However, after a moment of peace, he feels something pressed against his back.Â
âGet up,â Guillermoâs voice is a deep warning.Â
âGuillermoââ Nandor tries to speak.
âGet up. I will not ask again,â he hisses again, holding the stake against Nandorâs back. Nandor looks over as you begin to stir.Â
âYou wouldnât want to wake her up, would you?â Nandorâs voice is a deep purr.Â
âDid you bite her?â Guillermo already knows the answer.
âOnly because she asked,â Nandor nearly taunts Guillermo, who grabs Nandor and pulls him out of the bed.Â
âI told you to leave my sister alone,â Guillermo growls at Nandor, who holds his hands up in defense.Â
âShe invited me in,â Guillermo frowns at Nandorâs words. When you stir, they both look over in surprise.
âDid anyone think about asking me what I wanted?â You stare at the two of them, glaring at Guillermo. âYes, I invited him in. Yes, I realize that may sound dumb to you. No, I do not regret it,â Guillermo bristles at your words.
âIâm just making sure youâre safe,â his voice is a strangled mix of frustrated and calm.Â
âUnhand Nandor, dude,â you say to your brother, who begrudgingly lets him go. Guillermo storms out of the room, causing you to want to go after him.Â
âDonât. He needs a minute alone,â Nandor starts.
âYou donât know what he needs. I need to apologize to him.â You get up and make your way out of the room, heading down the stairs to find Guillermo fuming in the kitchen.Â
Guillermoâs POV
âIâm sorry,â are all the words you can muster. He hears you from behind him and he turns around, glaring.
âI told you to leave it alone for the night, and what did you do? Not that. Certainly not what your brother asks you to do,â you frown.
âItâs fine, he was fine! Nothing happened,â at your words, Guillermoâs eyes flicker to the puncture wounds on your neck. She flushes in embarrassment and quickly covers up the marks. âNothing beyond that.â
âI donât care what happened between the two of you, I want Nandor to be good to my sister. I donât want him to lose interest the second you lose your novelty to him.â
âI donât think Iâm some novelty to him. I think he likes meââ Guillermo holds a hand up to quiet his sister.Â
âI need to speak with Nandor,â he says with a biting edge to his tone.Â
âNot with that stake, you donât,â Y/N says with a glare thrown his way. Guillermo huffs, standing up from the table and walking out of the kitchen without his stake. As he stomps his way up the stairs, he sees Nandor peer from out of his room.Â
âYou, me, talk. Now,â Nandor opens the door for him, allowing him entry.Â
âGuillermo!â Nandor says with a friendly lilt in his voice, trying to appeal to Guillermoâs normally good-natured attitude. âWhat is cracking, friend? How has your day been going?â Guillermo looks at Nandorâs room, still in complete disarray from the night before. He turns at Nandor and looks up at him.Â
âWhen you said you wanted to court my sister, I could have killed you. When I saw you holding my sister this morning, I almost killed you,â Nandor shrinks from Guillermoâs words. But, he sighs. âBe good to her. Thatâs not a lot to ask for, is it?â Nandor immediately shakes his head.Â
âI will be the best to her. Only the best she deserves,â Guillermo nods, thinking over Nandorâs words. He huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
âIf you so much as break her heart, Iâll put a stake through yours,â Guillermo threatens. Nandor crosses his fingers over his heart.
âScoutâs honor,â he bares his teeth in a little smile at his bodyguard. Nandor nearly jumps for joy as he makes his way out of the room to find you. When he sees you at the bottom of the stairs, Nandor grabs you around your waist and spins you around, kissing your bandaged cheek again.Â
Y/N's POV
âWell, that went wellâŠâ I say with a laugh as Nandor brings me closer to kiss my cheek.Â
âIt did. Better than I could have ever imagined, my morning star,â I blush at his nickname, which elicits a satisfied noise from Nandor. âYou like my little nicknames?â Nandor leans in and kisses my lips once again with a surprising amount of gentle energy. He dips me once my feet touch the floor, breaking apart only to look at me with the same reverence as yesterday.Â
âYes, I could get used to the nicknames,â Nandor smiles brightly, his fangs bared.Â
âAnything for you, little one,â he whispers, leaning down to kiss me again.
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Dear Kanmon I'm writing to you because you know how to count and because I miss good jikook analyzes. after AYS they seem unnecessary, but they are satisfying. like putting together a puzzle. When I watched Jimin's choreography for Stuck with you for the hundredth time, I wondered if the part of the song he was dancing to was chosen on purpose. And I discovered that the dance starts exactly at 1:18 minutes into the song.
Hey love.
JM's dance to Stuck with you was just wow wow wow.
youtube
Your ask got me looking. And at first I went to the MV and lyrics YT clips and it just didn't align, so I was ready to give up.
But then I went to the actual streamed song on Spotify, and low and behold, you are so right.
Like wtf?
I am lost for words.
But you know what, if we're already doing this, then let's go down this rabbit hole...
I'm just going to throw myself down there, because you got me looking @jimjunkgfc.
Let's do this. Hold on to your seats, because this is going to be a bumpy ride folks.
The clip was released by JM on his IG account on 18.11.23.
Hmm.. do you see what I am seeing?
We have a combination of very interesting numbers here.
Just looking at the numbers, no math required.
If you take the 1,1 and 8 out of it you are left with the also very known Jikook combination of 123.
So, in the date alone we have 11-8 and 123.
The whole thing with the 123 theory is that we think we know where it originated (might have meant something to them way before but that's the first time it's mentioned) - Festa 2014 JM's profile Just one day MV at 1:23 min. represents him best. JK was by his side while filling out that profile. Since then we have had song recommendations ending at 1:23 min., posts timed at 12:30 or 1:23 am, posts on January 23rd etc. We know there is very possibly something going on with that sequence of numbers, but what it is exactly or more so, what it means to them exactly, we don't know.
Songs stopped at 1:23 min.
Post dated Jan 23 - 123
2017
2019
Using time stamps:
Posted 31 Jan 2019, time stamped 12:30 am KST.
18 Feb 2019 1:23 am KST
Again, the time stamp on going live - 12:03 am KST.
Bonus...
Like I said, we don't know exactly what it means, but it sure does mean something because it just keeps intentionally re-appearing.
And it somehow made it's way into this one once more.
Interesting.
Rabbit hole I said?
Let's continue then...
How long exactly is JM's dance clip, you ask?
1:23 min.
What in the actual fuck?
So, let's sum it up, why don't we?
We have a clip released on a date that gives us the combination of all the numbers for us to easily see 11:8 and 123.
And then we have JM dancing to a song that starts at the 1:18 min. mark and dancing for 1:23 min.
11-8
123
Yeah, clearly all a coincidence.
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Love Me Like A Rockstar (13)
ăŒâ Chapter 13: You Know Me Too Well
Author: bvidzsoo
Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader
ăŒâ Warning: cursing, usage of the word 'bitch' ăŒâ Word count: 6.5k ăŒâ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ăŒâ Rating: sfw ăŒâ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?
A/N: Well, well, lovelies...new chapter is up and maybe I'm kind of kicking my feet??? Who knows, we'll see what y'all think of this chapter hehe. Also, happy birthday to Song Mingi?! I actually didn't mean to post the new chapter today, but today was the only day I had enough time to write it sooo, yeah. Tmi, but MC's mother is exactly like my mom, so maybe I drew inspiration from real life lol, I love her to death but sometimes I really wish SHE DIDNT SPEAK lol. Also, I'm so obsessed with today's song for the chapter; I'm screaming, crying, throwing up over it LOL. Just a heads up, next chapter is the last like actual chapter of the series and then I decided to add an epilogue lol cue the sobbing. As per usual, listen to You Know Me Too Well before or while reading the chapter! I hope you enjoy and let me know through feedback hehe <3 Enjoy your weekends! divider
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           Saturday (2:55 pm)
Me: mingi can we talk?
Saturday (8:30 pm)
Me: i am free whenever you say so just let me know and iâll be there
           Sunday (9:15 am)
Me: we need to talk, mingi.
           Sunday (12:08 am)
Me: please hear me out im sorry
Monday (current time)
           âDo you think heâll slam the door in my face?â The hallways were buzzing with life as I tried to veer my way around the crowd of students without running into anyone. Today, out of all days, I just so happened to have my last class of the day in a completely different building and at least a good five-minute walk away from the arts building.
âItâs what youâd deserve, to be fair, butââ The was a gasp on the other side of the phone and my eyebrows furrowed as Seulgi muttered something to someone, muffled, âsorry, Wooyoung almost dropped my motherâs favorite vase, I told him to take off that blindfold.â
Eyebrows furrowing even deeper, I abruptly stopped walking, making a girl give me a heated glare that I didnât care for, âWhy is he blindfolded? Wait! I actually donât want to know.â
âWe were playing hide and seek with his niece, you idiot, but I got bored and sneaked away when I saw you calling.â Seulgiâs voice was exasperated and I chuckled as I took off again, leaving the science majorâs building as I nuzzled further into my thick scarf. Some days it was warmer, but most days it got really cold and I hated it. I couldnât deal with the freezing weather, perhaps it was my biggest enemy after Jeong Yunho, âAnyways, as I was saying, you deserve to be ignored by Mingi, but knowing how big of a sucker he is for you, heâll probably give in before you can utter a single word.â
My heart jumped at the thought as I gnawed on my bottom lip, cutting off the path as I hurried through the grass, uncaring that I was probably destroying the work of the gardener. Besides, the grass had barely just started growing out again, it would be fine, âYou think so?â
âI know so.â I heard Wooyoungâs high-pitched voice shouting from the distance and my eyebrows furrowed as I realized Seulgi had probably put me on speaker. Now that was a bit awkward, âHeâs an idiot, but heâs in love. Now that I come to think of it, you two are a lot alike, two idiots in loveââ
âI believe your niece is looking for you, babe.â Seulgi cut her boyfriend off and I was thankful because I donât think I couldâve handled hearing him say the words âin loveâ again. That was scary, even just the thought of it. I was barely coming to terms with liking Mingi, but hearing the word love sort of made me want to turn back around and abandon my whole plan of trying to make peace between the two of us. And Seulgi knew this, thankfully, because she didnât say anything about it again, âAre you on your way to his studio right now?â
I hummed and curled my fingers tighter around the thermos bottle, my nose cold from the weather as the arts building finally came into sight, âYeah, three minutes and Iâm there.â
âGood.â Seulgi sounded content and I sighed as I tried to ignore the dawning anxiety that tried to crawl through my body and make me abandon my well-thought-out plan. I had to do this. Seulgi and my mom were right, I couldnât mess this up again. I liked Mingi, a lot. He is a good guy and I shouldnât let my past and my fears dictate my life. Yes, Mingi is Yunhoâs best friend, but Mingi isnât like Yunho. Hopefully, âUpdate me later then, I love you Y/N, I hope you know that.â
I chuckled and nodded at the security guard as he was out of his cubicle, standing at the bottom of the steps, smoking his cigar, âI know, thank you for knocking some sense into me.â
âWeâll see about that later.â Her snort was amused and I shook my head as we said our goodbyes, the warmth of the building making me sigh out in relief as I entered through the front doors. I pocketed my phone and unwrapped my scarf from around my neck, greeting the familiar people I crossed paths with. I would be lying if I said I wasnât feeling nervous at all, after all, I didnât know how Mingi would react. If he was anything like me, he wouldnât forgive me so easily. Not when Iâve hurt him again and in the worst way possible.
As I ascended the marble stairs, I found stability in the thermos bottle clutched firmly in both of my hands now, its weight helping me to keep my determination and focus on going through with my own plan. When I woke this morning and went to take a quick shower, I was surprised to hear my motherâs singing and smell the delicious waft of pancakes, making my stomach growl loudly as I didnât have dinner the night before. It seemed like my mother had taken a day off, grumbling something about her deserving a day to rest after she was almost choked out by one of her mentally ill patients. I couldnât help but agree with her as we sat at the table in silence, enjoying our breakfast, that is until she cleared her throat loudly and stood up, fetching a mug and a cup from the counter next to the sink. I froze when I realized she was handing me the cup Mingi had designed with funny looking chicks on it, and I was even more confused when I realized it wasnât coffee I was drinking, but hot chocolate.
âSo, what are you going to do about that handsome fella?â I tried not to groan or regret the fact that I told her everything about Mingi. I took a tentative sip of the hot chocolate and realized it wasnât hot before taking a bigger gulp as I enjoyed its sweet taste.
âIâll talk to him todayââ
âGreat!â My mother didnât even let me finish as she sprung up from her seat again to fetch something from a cupboard, âItâs amazing how strong our maternal intuition is, I swear my starlight, you should make some babies soon.â
âMom.â I groaned as I watched her curiously as she took a blue thermos bottle from the cupboard and filled it with hot chocolate from the kettle, âWeâve had this discussion many times before, Iâm not having children so young.â
âYouâre not that young though.â She sent me a sheepish smile as my eyes widened, feigning hurt.
âIâm turning twenty-three?! How is that not young?â She cleared her throat as she sealed the thermos and walked back to the table to sit down.
âIâm just trying to inspire you, anyways,â She huffed and then placed the thermos on the table and pushed it towards me, âBring this to him as peace offering, heâll love it. Trust me.â
âI donât think what Mingi needs right now is hot chocolateââ
âFinish your breakfast and shut up.â My mother didnât let me finish as she cut off a thick part of the pancake with her fork and forced it inside my mouth, making me groan, âMothers know best when it comes to stuff like this, be thankful Iâm saving your relationship and be back before lunch. Iâm ordering take out, and I certainly am not waiting for late your ass if Iâm hungry.â
I knew fighting my mom was fruitless, so I just grumbled an okay as I tried to chew the pancake she had forced in my mouth, my cheeks all puffed out. My mother seemed content that I finally wasnât talking back to her and I shook my head as I pulled the thermos bottle towards me, reminded of the time when Mingi had brought me tea knowing that I would be feeling probably a little sick after getting all soaked in the cold rain and harsh wind.
So, now, with Mingiâs clothes in my tote bag and the thermos filled with hot chocolate in my hands, I couldnât help but feel optimistic despite the anxiety gripping at my thoughts. If my mother, Seulgi, and even Wooyoungâwho knew Mingi like the back of his handâwere convinced that everything would work out just fine, then why would I not believe that? Sure, Mingi was probably still annoyed at me, but I didnât think a few apologies and even more explanations couldnât fix the issue at hand. All I had to do was be honest and come clean with my feelings and heâd probably do the same and thenâthatâs where anxiety stepped in. Then what? Was I ready to pursue a relationship? Did Mingi want to date me? Did I want to date him? Why did it have to be Jeong Yunhoâs best friend I was into? Why could I not move past my fears and stop associating Mingi with everything I was wounded by, when he never once made me feel like Yunho did? I could dwell on these thoughts for an eternity, I fear, but I didnât have that time right now. And to be fair, I didnât want to think of such things right now because I could feel my determination wither the closer I got to the music majorsâ floor, heartbeat loud in my ears.
I stopped at the end of the hallway and took a deep breath, eyes settling on the studio I knew now was used by Mingi only. Wooyoung was nice enough to tell me the number of his studioânot that I had forgotten since the last time I was hereâand he also let me know that it was used by Mingi only, the teachers having granted him full access, even at hours when students were supposed to be at home. It seems so Mingi was a favorite amongst the teachers, and I could see why. He was diligent and hard-working; his lyrics were beautiful and nothing would stop him from fulfilling his dream of becoming a well-known rockstar. I couldnât help but feel excited at the prospect of that, and hoped that I would be part of his journey, that heâd let me back into his life.
Steeling my nerves and trying to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I knew there was no turning back. I wanted to do this, I had to do this. I had to stop sabotaging myself, and so, I marched down the hallway towards Mingiâs studio with a newfound hope and determination. Which lasted about five seconds as I came face to face with Mingiâs studio door. There was a small window on it, which would let you know whether the room was occupied or not, and it was straight across the desk where he was sat atâwith the blonde girl standing right next to him. And that should have been okay, because really, Mingi could talk to whoever and spend his time also with whoever he pleased. And itâs not like I didnât have male friendsâI didnât, Seulgi was my only friendâitâs not like he couldnât speak to one of his fans. After all, heâs made it clear she was nothing more than a fan he appreciated for helping spread the word about his band.
But then, why was her hand on his shoulder one second and the next second slowly trailing down the sleeve of his beige cardiganâwhich looked like it was messily stained with paintâand certainly the way my good disposal dissipated and was overtaken by blind jealousy and rage had nothing to do with the sudden possessiveness that shook me to my core. And perhaps the thing that bothered me the most wasnât even her feeling up Mingiâs arm as she looked down at him with sultry eyes, perhaps it was the way Mingi leaned back in his chairs, legs spread wide, and smirk on his lips as he looked up at her with his sharp gaze, allowing her to touch him. Perhaps thatâs what sent me over the edge as I barged inside the studio in the most unceremonious way, making the girl yelp in fright and Mingi flinch as his eyes widened.
ăBaby, you're all that I want
I want you all to myself
Oh, but you know me too wellă
And when I was angryâor panicking, or hurtâall rational thoughts flew out the window as I was led by nothing else but pure instinct and a shit ton of unclear and not so necessarily nice thoughts. Simpler put, I wasnât thinking nor making sense, but I couldnât care less as I glared at the both of them while I struggled to mask the fury licking at my veins. They were both looking at me wide eyed, as if I had caught them doing something I wasnât supposed to, and that made me snap before I could think through how to proceed with this whole shitshow, âGet out.â
For a second, even I didnât recognize my voice as it dropped a few octaves, fierce gaze set on the blonde girl as she paled, eyes scrambling between Mingi and me as, suddenly, Mingi seemed to snap out of whatever scare I had given him by slamming his door open and into the wall. God, I hope I havenât actually damaged it, because I certainly didnât have the money to pay for it right now. I couldnât look at the blonde girl anymore, heart beating fast in my chest as Mingi and I made eye contact, his eyebrows set in a deep frown as he had a sneer on his face.
âExcuse me?â God, even her voice was annoying. I looked back at the blonde girl and raised my eyebrows at her mockingly.
âAre you deaf?â I chuckled, but it was humorless, âDo I need to repeat myself?â
She huffed, looking offendedârightfully soâand I gritted my teeth as I stepped inside the studio, making it pretty obvious that I wasnât going anywhere before this bitch left. I tried not to see red as Mingiâs hands balled up into fists or the way the girl snickered, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
âYouâre the one thatâs barged inside uninvited, sweetheart,â And if I could have, I would have ripped her blonde strands out, âthis isnât your fucking studio, so, shut up. Mingi wants me here, maybe you should leave.â
I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from laughing, somewhere deep in my mind realizing I looked absolutely psychotic and if Mingi didnât hate me before, he certainly would hate me now. I wasnât helping myself; I was making everything worseâjust the usual, then. But this bitch wasnât stopping me from getting what I came here for, and I hummed as my eyes fell on Mingi again, whoâs jaw was clenching and unclenching. His sharp eyes were narrowed, but it seemed like he wasnât saying anything anytime soon and that only pissed me off more.
âSure,â I nodded and walked further inside, forcefully throwing my tote bag on the small couch against the wall on my left, making the contents of it spill out. I watched as both Mingi and the girl looked at the clothes, and Mingiâs expression flashed with something unreadable for a second, âMingi wants you here.â
I suppose neither expected me not to stop until I reached the desk, coming up on Mingiâs left side as I slammed the thermos bottleâalbeit too harshlyâagainst the desk, a loud bang echoing in the room. Mingiâs eyebrows furrowed as I opened my mouth to tell the girl to leave again, but suddenly, he was up on his feet, staring me down. The height difference wasnât that great between the two of us, but suddenly I felt small under his heated glare and sneer that seemed to settle on his lips, broad shoulders intimidating as he lowered his head just a little bit. He looked nothing like the Mingi I had gotten to know over the past few months, and it made my heart race as I realized I might not be able to reason with him today, âWhat the fuck is your problem, Y/N?! You tell her to get out when you barge in unwelcomed, and then start demanding for her to leaveââ
I couldnât even let him finish his sentence before I was firing back my argument, âOh, whatâs my fucking problem?! Maybe the fact that you lied to me?â
âAbout what?!â Mingi snapped, eyebrows furrowed as he took a step towards me, his body big enough to make the blonde girl not be seen behind him.
âOh, be for real.â I scoffed and rolled my eyes, âYou never show anyone your songs to? But you so conveniently let me listen to that unfinished song of yours and now look who else gets to listen to it? Her. If youâre so desperate to get laid, you should haveââ
âI didnât show her shit.â Mingi cut me off, voice shaking as his cheeks grew red from anger, probably. Mingi wasnât a scary person, but he looked scary right now. There was no ounce of kindness in his expression nor tone, he looked cold and angry and like he hated me. I gulped and realized, once again, that I was digging myself deeper into the shithole I had created for myself, that I was hurting him again and again. This is not how things were supposed to go, âI only showed you. That unfinished song youâre talking about, only you know about it. Thanks for reminding me again why I shouldnât deal with you anymoreââ
âStop it.â I snapped, eyebrows furrowing as I felt fear grip at my throat, making my voice sound shaky as Mingiâs expression went blank. I hated when he did that. I wanted to know what he was thinking about, I needed to see what he felt. I couldnât do this if he withdrew himself, I couldnât do this if I was the only one that would bare her heart to him. I was scared. He was pushing me away like Yunho had done, Mingi was abandoning me.
âStop it?â If I wanted to cry when he laughed in my face mockingly, impassive smirk settling on his lips, I didnât let it happen. I kept my composure, anger, hurt, desperation, yearning all mixing together as I found it harder and harder to breathe, âYou want me to be nice to you after all the shit you said to me on Saturday? You want me to treat you like before after everything thatâs happened? I canât. You hurt me, made me feel like a fucking idiot, Y/N, you brokeâI thought we were friends. I feel disrespected and played, and yet here you are again, acting like you have even an ounce of right to act the way you are right now, when itâs you who made it so fucking clear you want nothing to do with me anymore. Do you enjoy making others suffer? Do you want to see me on my fucking knees begging for your attention? I have enough self-respect to step back and move on with my life when someone so blatantly tells it to my face that I am nothingââ
âBut you arenât!â My tone raised without me meaning to as my heart continued to beat out of my chest so fast my ears started ringing. I felt tears prick at my eyes, but I didnât want to cry. I didnât want to victimize myself, I just wanted Mingi to understand I made a mistake, that I knew I did, and that I was trying to fix things. I didnât want us to part ways, especially not like this, he made me realize this second that I didnât want to lose him, âYou arenât nothing to me. I said those things because Iâm scared. I donât know how to navigate these feelingsââ
âSave it, okay?â I was left gaping as Mingi shook his head, pushing his hands in the pockets of his light denim jeans, âI donât want to hear whatever sob shit you have to say right now, Iâm asking you kindly to leave before I call security and delete my number, like I have deleted yours.â
The silence that settled upon us was deafening and my eyebrows furrowed as a tear rolled down my cheek without warning, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I tried to find my breath. That hurt, it hurt more than anything before, it hurt more than when Yunho left me, broke my heart. Mingi meant so much more to me than Yunho ever did, and I bit my lower lip as Mingi seemed unaffected, expression blank and rather bored. Nothing was making sense anymore. I was scared, but I also felt ready to break free of the chains of the past, I wanted Mingi. And knowing all this, I didnât want to hold back anymore, I didnât want to consider my next words anymore. I just wanted to speak my mind freely.
âMy ex-boyfriend is Jeong Yunho, your best friend.â Mingi had almost turned away from me, but he froze, head slowly turning back to face me once again, âWe dated back in high school, many years ago, when we were still some headless and stupid teenagers. But he was the first boy Iâve ever loved and he fucking broke my heart, shattered into pieces with a bright smile on his lips. He promised me many things, and I was naĂŻve, so I believed it all. And because I did, I ended up hurt beyond fixing and Iâve never trusted a man again. He was my first boyfriend and the center of my universe, yet he never cared enough about me to properly break up with me.
âYunho talked about you all the time. Everything you liked, everything you hated, you were part of our daily conversations and I always wished to meet you, to see what was so great in you that had Yunho gushing all the time. I was jealous, so jealous that I became bitter. I started hating even the mention of your name, I selfishly wanted Yunho to myself, and you gone from his life. I couldnât understand what was so great about you and why I wasnât enough. I knew Yunho didnât love me, but I wanted him to, so I made myself believe it, believe that I was worth more to him than youâll ever be. And in the process, I stupidly made myself believe that heâd never leave me, that he was the one for me like he has said so many times before.
âHe broke my heart so fucking bad that it took years until I could say his name or even see his face again. I am over him now, have been for a long time, but I canât help still feel bitter about him. I canât help but associate you with him at times. He made me defensive and untrusting of men, I couldnât help but assume youâd be just like Yunho when I first met you, at least when I finally realized who you were. I felt so guilty, I tried to push you away but you wouldnât fucking give up. You are everything yet nothing like Yunho and that scares me, because I want you, Mingi. But Iâm scared youâll abandon me like Yunho did, that youâll fill my head with empty and pretty fantasies and then leave me alone with them, tearing my heart apart in the process. I want to open up, but Iâm scared. I think, however, with you by my side, Iâd be able to do that, to let my walls down.â
The silence that settled upon us, once again, was deafening and I gulped, heart racing and making me feel lightheaded as Mingiâs face had fallen, expression finally not as void as before. He looked shocked, but surprisingly, he didnât look hurt nor like he would hate me for ever. It made me hopeful for a second, it made me sniff loudly and blink away the insisting tears from my eyes. He gulped and took a deep breath, making me stare in his eyes, hopeful and less scared, as he sighed and rubbed at his chin; a stubble was showing. Now that I come to think of it, he looks rather tired with bags under his eyes, and his platinum hair has a blue hue to it.
âIâm sorry he made you go through so much; I know it wasnât easy.â Mingiâs tone finally lost the edge it had before, finally it wasnât laced with so much anger, and it almost made me cry, âI kind ofâI knew. Not exactly the whole thing, but I suppose I can say I had a feeling that there was history between you and Yunho. It was too obvious whenever I brought him up that you didnât like him, at first I was confused, but then I suppose everything just clicked into place. The drawing of his eyes, the sweater you lent me and the fact that you gave it to me in the endâIâve known since then that it was probably Yunho. I never said anything to him, not like that at least, I wanted you to come to me on your own, when you fully trusted me with the information. And Iâm sorry, but heâhe was an asshole back in high school, he was insecure and he played with everyoneâs feelings, he was quite good at manipulating people around him. Heâs mentioned dating you, but very few times, and by the time you had broken up I had all but forgotten about you, I suppose I wasnât much better compared to him.
âBut all of this isnât my fault in the end, and while I completely understand your reasoning now and why you often acted the way you did, Iâm sorry, but I canât just let go of things and start anew. Thereâs justâtoo many things that have happened, emotions that you stirred up in me, and I just canât do it, Iâitâs not even about you and Yunho, I donât give a fuck about it, it was ages ago and Yunho is a changed man and I know heâs long moved on. And you too, I believe you have, you seemed less bitter lately, but I just canât. I canât help but ask again, what do you want, YN?â
At least he wasnât mad at me, but I did feel ashamed that I made him piece everything together on his own, that I wasnât capable of telling him the truth myself. I have made mistakes, sure, but Mingi apparently didnât hate me for them, âI just want to apologize, for everything.â
Mingi nodded and I watched in despair as that cold mask slipped back onto his face, expression void of any emotion once again. It made me want to grab his shoulders and shake them, force him to look deep into my eyes and just see everything I felt for him, âThatâs fine, I accept your apology. If thatâs all, you can leaveââ
âBut thatâs not all!â I snapped, having had enough of being dismissed by him. I saw the way his jaw twitched, the way his eyebrows furrowed at my defiance, at my reluctance to leave just yet. I was being pathetic and a pain in the ass, but I had to make him understand that I was ready to leave all my fears behind for him, to learn how to be a better person next to him. I wanted to change, and I wanted it to happen with him by my side, with him guiding me and teaching me how to be more like him, and less like the shitty person I was for so long. I longed to be the way I was before meeting Yunho, a lot happier and a lot less broody and hateful of the beautiful things that surrounded me, âMingi, I cannot stop thinking about you. I spend every waking moment when weâre apart wondering what youâre up to, whatâs going through your mind, whether youâre okay or not. And Iâve been drawing you, since the first time I saw you, youâve captured my attention, youâve made me curious of who you were the longer we spent time together. I donât want to be like this anymore, I donât want to hurt you anymore and shut you out, I want to fix everything. I want toâI just want you, Mingi.â
There was a quiet scoff behind Mingi, but neither one of us reacted to it as our gazes bore into each other, my eyes glinting with yearning and his façade slowly breaking down as he released a shaky breath, âMingi, I adore you.â
âGet out.â For a second, my body froze as I thought he was addressing me, but then, he whirled around and pointed towards the studioâs still open door, âGet out, now.â
And I just realized that the blonde girl had been witness to everything, and I couldnât help but blanch in embarrassment as she made to interject, but I guess Mingiâs sharp eyes made her reconsider her choice as she huffed and then stormed out of the studio. My cheeks felt hot and I realized the clothes were making me sweaty, so as Mingi hurried towards the door to close it, I shrugged my jacket off and placed it neatly on the back of the sofa together with my thick scarf. And as I looked up, mouth dry as the door clicked shut and Mingi turned around, it felt like time stopped, like the world stopped moving. But Mingi was moving towards me, in nothing more than three steps he stood in front of me, and before I could even as much as try to reason with him or plead more to be forgiven, warm fingers dug into my cheeks and the wind was knocked from my lungs as his plush warm lips slammed against mine, making me gasp as my eyes remained wide open.
ăFilthy impetuous soul
I wanna give it to youă
I thought he wouldnât want anything to do with me, I thought heâd tell me that he needed time to forgive me completely and for us to work things out. But I couldnât help shudder and feel ecstatic as I grabbed the collar of his shirt and cardigan, my eyes falling shut, as I pulled him closer to my body, savoring the kiss as if it was our first. But it wasnât anything like that one, it wasnât soft nor careful nor slow, it was hurried and desperate as Mingi pushed me backward, pressing me against the wall, right between the small space between the sofa and the desk. My arms circled his neck as he grabbed my nape with one big hand and pressed his other into the small of my back, making it arch as my fingers tangled into his soft hair, not pulling, just feeling the need to hold onto something, to keep myself grounded.
And much like the first time, our lips seemed to fit perfectly, and I tried not to keen when he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh, and I tried not to turn into a puddle when he hummed lowly against my lips as my fingers flexed in his hair. Perhaps I kissed him a bit harder and more aggressively as our pace quickened, my hand holding the side of his neck as Mingi pressed his body into mine until it felt like he was trying to forbid me even of the idea of escaping from his clutches, and I had no fucking intention of going anywhere, because in his arms I felt content and safe, and perhaps a bit too hot as goosebumps covered my arms the longer our lips moved hungrily against each other. And when I cupped his cheeks and perhaps held onto them a bit too firmly, his lips parted, and I ignored my lungs screaming for air as my tongue slipped past his parted mouth. I didnât expect him to moan as our tongues tangled together, all wet and perhaps a little disgusting, but neither one of us cared about that.
I tried to stand on my tip toes for better access as Mingiâs ring clad fingers were suddenly running through my hair and tilting my head back, making my skin tingle where he held my hip firmly. I had been kissed by other people before, but neither felt like with Mingi, neither made me crave more and more and more. But our lungs could only go on so long without air, and I wouldâve been embarrassed for the loud gasp I let out when we finally parted, if it wasnât for Mingi diving straight for my neck and finding the sweet spot that made me putty in his arms. And I tried to ignore his deep grunts as my fingers got tangled in his platinum blonde strands as he pressed open mouthed and wet kisses against my neck, his arms around my hips pulling me into an embrace that had my pulse showing through the skin of my neck. My lips were tingling and my lungs actually hurt, but I couldnât care less when Mingi finally pulled back and blinked his dark eyes open, pupils dilated and lips so swollen he almost made me chase after them once again.
ăOh, just to see what you'd do
'Cause I'm so drunk on youă
âWhatâs in the thermos?â His voice was raspier than usual, and it made me bite my bottom lip as my eyes searched his face, his falling on my lips instead.
âHot chocolate, for peace making.â I answered, sounding a lot more breathless than I actually felt, and Mingi chuckled, the sound deep in his throat. I let my arms fall from his shoulders and instead circled them around his torso, trying to fight off the smile from my lips. Mingi didnât look angry nor dismissive anymore, but I knew I wasnât actually forgiven just yet. And that was only fair.
âThis is peacemaking, not the hot chocolate.â And there it was, the mischievous glint in his eyes and the smug smirk on his lips as he squeezed my hips once and lowered his face until our lips brushed together, âAlthough I do appreciate the hot chocolate too.â
âGood, my mom was rather excited when she told me to give it to you.â I pressed a chaste kiss against Mingiâs lips before he could try and say anything, and he chuckled when I pulled away, eyes creasing and crooked front teeth showing.
âWhat are we now?â His voice was a mere whisper, not insecure nor scared, just wondering, âWhat do you want?â
I gulped, but decided to be honest. No more hiding my feelings and thoughts from him, âI donât know just yet, and thatâs why I need you to take the lead, but thisâI want more of this, of you.â
âGood,â Mingi hummed, lips pursed as he kissed my cheek once before slowly releasing me from his warm embrace, âbecause Iâve been wanting more of you for fucking ages, doll.â
I couldnât help but chuckle as suddenly I felt embarrassed and perhaps a little shy, but Mingi seemed to be unphased as he grabbed my tote bag and looked through it because his clothes were in it, âYou can keep these, they looked better on you anyway. But you better not give them to Yunho if he ever happens to go over to your houseââ
âMingi.â I snapped mortified and pushed his arm as he dropped the tote bag and burst out laughing, giving me a cheeky smile.
âWant to hear the rest of the song I made for you?â
âFor me?â
âYeah, doll, for you.â
           By the time I managed to get home I might as well been on cloud nine and in so much ecstasy that one would think I was on drugs. Which, kind of felt like it after the day I have hadânot that Iâve ever done any drugs. I failed to notice my motherâs silhouette in the window of our kitchen when I got out of Mingiâs car and, of course, that meant she saw him get out of his old Honda Prelude and jog after me to kiss me hard and leave me dizzy before he left. And all of that, of course, meant that by the time I unlocked the front door and stepped inside, my mother was leaning against the archway of the kitchen with the widest smirk Iâve ever seen on her face.
âSo, did you have sex?â
My eyes widened in mortification and I struggled to step out of my boots and shrug off my jacket, âMom!â
âSo, you did, huh.â It wasnât even a question, and suddenly running after Mingiâs car sounded a lot better than standing in front of my mother as she bit her bottom lip, giving me a wink.
âWe didnât!â I exclaimed, cheeks flushed a deep red as I cradled the tote bag to my chest, âHe needs to take me out on a date firstâmany dates, actually.â
âWell, he better hurry up then cuz youâre glowing and youâre happy.â I froze at my motherâs words as she looked at me with a serene expression on her face, lips pulled into a small smile, forgetting all about her previous teasing, âHeâs good for you, too good. I havenât seen you so relaxed and happy sinceâsince highschool.â
Since Yunho broke up with me.
âI know, and I will make sure I never hurt him again.â I told my mom and she hummed, looking down at her wristwatch.
âYou missed lunch, by the way, so youâll eat chicken tendersââ
âAgain?!â
âAgain, exactly. Go wash up before dinner.â
And I was out of her sight in no time, with a newfound rush in my system, skin tingling as I realized I craved to hold my pencil and my sketchbook in my hands. I couldnât remember the last time I drew something for me and not because it was an assignment. And if hours later the sketch looked a lot like a familiar platinum blonde haired man with sharp eyes and a tall nose wearing blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a beige cardigan over it, accessories many and nails painted black, then I wouldnât even deny it anymore. Perhaps he would love seeing my drawings. Perhaps I should finally show him.
Mings đ€: date on wednesday? Me: but im paying this time Mings đ€: so when we went to the pottery coffee shop it was a date wasnt it, doll Me: maybe it was maybe it wasnt Mings đ€: no maybes this time
ăOh, but you know me too well
Oh, but you know me too well, wellă
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â the girl with the tattoo (i)
grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader
summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.
warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)
mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but iâll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.
THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!
âSHITTT,â you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.
eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.
you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.
you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.
"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.
"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"
you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"
ౚà§
âthank you again for driving me,â you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.
âyes, of course. you can call me when youâre done and iâll head over here- mâsorry i canât stay with you.â she replies and exaggerates a frown.
"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."
"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."
ౚà§
your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something youâd never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.
a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.
you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.
âum, hi. iâm here for my 1:30 appointment.â you state with a smile, youâre suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.
the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, âfor y/n, right? huh, thatâs crazyâŠâ he rubs his chin, â1:30 was like nine minutes ago,â he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think youâre important enough to be late?
as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. âiâm sorry- iâm such an ass but i had to- your file said youâre new clientele so i just had to fuck around.â
âyouâre sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,â you let out a soft laugh.
the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. âyeah, sorry, iâm chris,â he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, ââm not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.â
you nod and smile at the familiar name, âyeah, she was so helpful over the phone.â
âsheâs awesome, i miss her,â he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.
"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."
his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."
"so why'd you...?"
chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, âokay, weâre just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.â you nod in understanding. âkeep it brief, mattâs not big on reading large bodies of text,â chris laughs.
âgot it,â you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasnât hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)
the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo youâd be getting today came.
you go back up to chris once youâre finished.
âcool, follow me weâll set you up with matt.â he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.
chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.
(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.
he doesnât move his position when he looks up at the two of you.
âalright! matt this is y/n,â chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, âfix your face, jackass,â then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, âgood luck y/n, the tatâs gonna look amazing.â
but chris doesnât see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chrisâ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you werenât so nervous.
âthanks,â your voice is a little hoarse as you havenât used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.
âyou can sit down.â he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?
you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.
â''kay, so youâre getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?â he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.
âyeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me thatâs best and saves time for the both of us.â
his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, âyep,â as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.
you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasnât the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokĂ©mon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.
you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.
youâre nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected youâre still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.
âfirst tattoo?â matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.
youâre sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but youâve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.
âyeah, i guess mânervous. i just hope i donât, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just donât know. you know?â
you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). heâs moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.
he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, âare you okay?â is all he asks.
a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope youâre okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?
âyeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.â you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.
âwas just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.â he shrugs. âyou can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. iâm just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.â he explains to you very straight and to the point.
you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.
the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that mattâs hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.
eventually matt speaks to you again, âiâm starting so if youâre feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.â
you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, âno, iâll be fine. thanks though.â
he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before youâre interrupting again, âwait. whatcha listening to?â
heâs suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what heâs doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds thereâs nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. thatâs how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and thatâs how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.
the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, âjust some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "donât start moving.â
you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. itâs a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.
youâre not oblivious to mattâs disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else youâll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. âoh yeah? iâve never listened to him beforeâŠâ
âsurprising. heâs pretty big.â matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.
âmhm. iâve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?â
mattâs eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. âiâm good on that.â he returns to tattooing.
âhuh? you canât share music?â
âi would prefer not to but-â he doesnât even know why heâs continuing to fuel this anymore.
âwhat if i add a pretty,â you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, âpretty please?â
âiâm almost done,â he mumbles the lie.
âmatt?â
he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. heâs met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, âpretty please?â
he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly heâs doing thereâs a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.
once he's back over to you he can tell youâre smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. âthank you, i needed a distraction or something.â
he mumbles an âmhmâ and returns to his work.
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there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small âstop.â
when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because âthat shit will get gunky as fuck.â and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.
you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room youâd just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesnât want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, âuh, whatâs your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?â
you donât know why youâre surprised but you are.
you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, âmy tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.â you want to tell him that you hope you didnât annoy him too much but you donât know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.
after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway youâre back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girlâs phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.
when his eyes find your bright expression heâs bouncing back with energy, âhey! iâm assuming it went well?" he asks.
"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.
"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.
you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."
"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.
"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.
chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."
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"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.
she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).
"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.
"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."
"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."
"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.
"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"
"mhmm."
"stop.â you smirk, âi mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.
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