#and I'm not anywhere near drawing his bestie

[cinnamon-flame]

Okay so goal for this year - I'm trying to learn how to draw humanoids properly, and what better way to do it than draw your favorite little guy?

[b1nkee]

APHBLR (especially artists) I NEED MUTUALS PLEAAASEE LETS BE FRIENDS!!!!!

If asking doesn't convince you here is literally every single aphmau related piece I've ever done from most recently worked on to oldest

I'm missing a couple of my OLD OLD pieces from when I was actually 11 because I'm on vacation and I can't find a single picture of these drawings but wtv enjoy ig

also half of these are just gonna be sketches AND you guys WILL see these again when they get finished

we are so back sos sosososososo back, I still need to fit Kim somewhere because she's plot relevant

diaries interpretations <3 they will slowly be clothed

they're kissinf <3

nana drowning

zane for valentines day (this was not finished anywhere near valentines day)

diaries gargar before and after survivors guilt + other mcd things

Levin Zoey and Malachi sending out a message in a bottle after literally everyone disappears. (mother)

Zoey making those fairy lights

travis valentines day tile I actually made around valentines day, I can't find the post-fired version anywhere in my camera roll other than in a TikTok I made where I was using It to do pre-calc homework LMFAO

zane in skeleton onesie

zanechan watching movies tg except his ass falls asleep.

they're going shopping.

The zane piece I made that actually really made digital painting start clicking in my head. Also I was in the TRENCHES for him during this piece I think you can tell

I long have abandoned this sketch BUTTTT I'm planning a redraw eventually

Ok so now here we are pre-quarantine by a few years. Had a little rare pair moment. I think travchan has an interesting dynamic in the like 3 moments they interact and if aphmau isn't going to give them a bestie arc IM going to give them a bestie arc

ok and now this one is like from ages ago ages ago

I have a couple of other drawings (1 of Irene, 1 of like every MCD character to ever) that were so so so silly because I made them back when I was 11 or something wish they were here anyway

lots of other aphmau fan art to come, honestly Im provably going yo be making fan art for these series's until I drop dead

[tonguetiedraven]

How different do you think the twins upbringing would've been if Yuri lived? Also, assuming Rin found out about demons and himself in a very similar fashion, how different do you think his cram school life would be?

Soooo different. I'm going to go ahead and put a break here because I got wordy, lol.

First, I don't think they would have returned to Japan anywhere near as quickly. I don't think they would have had to. (And can you imagine how giddy Yuri would be over finding a yeti? She'd try and tame it and make it her bestie and smack Shirou for even trying to attack it.)

Second, would Shirou have even become the Paladin? Would he have become a 'dog' for the True Cross order? He wouldn't have succumbed to a demon (Rin) and broken his oath. He would have succumbed to Yuri, and Mephisto wouldn't have been able to entrap him on that favor. At least not at that point and time.

So there's a terrifying timeline where someone else becomes the Paladin. Perhaps a certain Drac? (Yipes!)

So you have a duo who aren't necessarily tied to True Cross anymore and aren't necessarily tied to Japan, and they're tasked with raising Rin and Yukio. Traumatized people, but people who love them (and each other, assuming Shirou still admitted it, lol.)

As for their actual raising, without all the other stuff, neither of them have any reason not to know who they are. I think Rin would know about demons a lot younger, but not get a temptaint or exposure to them (can't break the seal!), that Yukio would be taught by Yuri how to befriend and train them, that Rin would still struggle with his anger and not want his family scared of him, but that he'd have a strong support system to help teach him ways to manage his demonic traits, and with Shirou not being as tied up with Order business, he'd be able to take an even more active role in raising them with Yuri. I also think he'd be seeing Tatsuma and still be close to the Myodha, and it would be interesting if they'd still join True Cross without Shirou being Paladin >>

As for the big drama, Yuri knows that she's a draw/tie to Satan, Shirou is still actively being taunted/chased by Satan who I imagine would be livid that Shirou is living with Yuri. (Also, there's a chance they would have had a child together, which would just make Satan all the more angry.) So they'd have to live with that stress all the time, and Satan traumatized them, and the torture of Section 13 traumatized them, so it wouldn't be a perfect situation for Rin and Yukio, but I think it could have been a better one.

Now my opinion on all of that puts space between them and True Cross, but for the second part of your question, assuming I'm entirely incorrect and that they're still True Cross besties and Rin:Yukio enrolls in it:

He still has the same academic struggles he always had, but he's actually aware of exorcist stuff. He has the same basic knowledge as his classmates, and a leg up on various types of demons. He's got Tamer skills even if he hadn't been able to see/interact with demons a lot. I don't think he'd be an A+ in anything, simply because standard classroom setups aren't good for him, but he'd be more comfortable and he wouldn't have the constant distraction of his twin already being licensed and doing all the cool stuff he can't. They'd be in classes together (driving each other crazy) and going through their missions together. Yukio would still be brilliant and plan everything out and Rin would still never listen to any plan and charge in, but hey, at least now he knows the type of demon he just charged.

But, all of that is just my opinion, lol. It's really hard to know how much it would change, because Yuri living has such far reaching consequences on so much of the story. Both big and little things. (Did anyone befriend Shiemi without them being part of True Cross? She wouldn't have met Yukio and they wouldn't have found out about the demon in her garden, and she wouldn't be part of True Cross. Kuro doesn't get tamed by Shirou and possibly died at the old shrine or is still rampaging there. And what happens to Shura? Does she stay with the monastery boys, go with Shirou and Yuri, or go somewhere else?)

[21stcenturygworl]

Girl you've unleashed a monster 💀 It's currently 4:00 am and I just had an idea for a request do here am I! Also I saw the different caracther ask so this one is for the John Marston enjoyers.

Also I send a previous ask but I don't know if it actually sent it so answer this one just in case cause I revised the text in this one while the past one was probably a mess .

So this John is John after the gang slip up. John is in town doing things that a man working on a ranch would do like buy supplies and honestly just being a normal man for once when he notices a person looking very intensively at him. At first he's like "Do they recognise me from the gang?" but dismiss the thought when they see they're drawing something. And no-one would take time of their day to draw John so the person is probably painting something else and John is just being paranoid.

Fast forward some time and our man John is out in town when he spots a crowd forming near a building. And let's be honest he is bored so he goes to investigate. So apparently it's an art exhibition and look John has never been an art guy but a voice that resembles Hosea too much urges John to go take a look cause "it's never too late to have culture". So in he goes. John is looking around and yes some nice landscapes, pretty flowers and wait hold up is that a protrait of him? And well if it's not that's a shame cause it resembles John to a t, scars and all. And ok John has a mixed reaction to this. He's a wanted ex gang member and having his face anywhere is a danger but also he can't help to be flattered. And wow great timing is that the artist? John's goes up to them and he's like " Honest I'm flattered but I feel like I have to mention I have a wife and a son." And the artist is like "Oh I know." And points at another painting. It's Abigail and Jack.

Now your turn :)

this has been in my inbox for like, idk, a century IM SO SORRY TO HAVE KEPT YOU WAITING... but I'm here now bestie

i hope you enjoy!!

Picture Perfect

John Marston x Abigail Marston (mentioned)

John rolls his shoulders after the sack of cracked corn hits the wooden bed of the wagon with a thud. Oh, he knows the ladies back at the farm are gonna love this. The “ladies” being the chickens, of course. The distance he has to ride to town just to get supplies is a pain, but he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do. Living an honest life is hard work, surprisingly.

Some part of him had always thought a “normal” life would all be easier, like a dream come true. The idea of being able to walk around without fear of being attacked or having to watch his back all the time had been a long-held desire. But, as he slowly acclimatised to his new life, he began to realise that perhaps it was not easier, nor more difficult than his old life was. It was just… different. He supposes that it’s not necessarily a bad thing, but rather a new experience that’s testing his limits and strengths in different ways. Although it’s still not at all what he had expected, he’s determined to make the most of it, learning lessons along the way.

John's moment of quiet reflection is quickly forgotten when he senses a presence watching him. He turns, scanning the area for any signs of who it could be, and then he spots her. Sitting in the shade of the awning in front of the baker's shop, she holds his gaze for a moment, before her eyes quickly dart away. It's almost as if she was expecting him to notice her. His brow furrows. She doesn’t look familiar. But it’s such a distance, maybe he should get closer just to be sure…

He feels himself physically relax when he notices she’s drawing. He looks to his side, figuring she was staring at the horses rather than at him. Arthur used to draw animals all the time as well. Hell, he’d be sitting just like that woman is, eyes darting up and down between paper and subject.

A sigh through his nostrils escapes him, followed by a smile appearing on his face. Well, that was a long time ago. Unfortunately, he’s going to have to take the subjects of the drawing with him. He climbs into the driver’s seat of the wagon. With the reins in hands, he begins the long journey home.

The next time John returns to town, he’s in a sour mood. This is due in part to the frequent arguments he’s been having with Abigail. Things have been tough lately — the two of them keep struggling to see eye to eye on many issues, and John is doing his best to keep it all at the back of his mind.

For now, it’s just him and his horse, and just for the afternoon he’d like to keep it that way.

Once his trusty steed has been seen to, with ample water and shade provided, John ventures further into town on foot to carry out his errands. As he goes about his way, he notices that one of the buildings he has been past many times before has now attracted a large crowd of people around its entrance. Intrigued, he steps a little closer to see what’s going on. As he gets closer, he can hear the excited chatter from the crowd and can tell that something special must be happening. Which is surprising for a sleepy town like this, honestly.

He pushes his way through the throng to get a better look, and to his surprise, he sees an art exhibition.

Here, in all places? John nearly scoffs at the idea.

Yet his feet betray him, staying firmly planted in the ground instead of walking away. John looks at the entrance to the building from under the brim of his hat. Smiling people exit the building as they enthuse about the pieces on display.

Ah, to Hell with it. Entry is free, anyway.

John takes off his hat and steps inside the building. It’s nothing like he’s used to. He’s never been the “artistic” type — that was Arthur, even though not many people knew it. Still, even John can tell that the person who made these paintings and illustrations put a lot of love into them. The walls are decorated with vibrant landscapes, still lives, portraits, and other works depicting the simplicity and beauty of… life. The room is filled with people admiring the artwork. John takes in the scene with a sense of wonder and awe.

He meanders through the exhibition, taking in the various pieces of art. He stops to admire a painting of a horse, which reminds him of his own horse waiting for him just outside. He can’t help the smile on his face. Then he moves on to the next piece.

To his surprise, he sees himself staring right back at him.

John blinks at the bizarre sight. That’s him. No doubt about it. From his clothes to his hair to the scars and — does he really make a brooding face like that?

Other visitors seem to have noticed, whispering with intrigued smiles when they see John looking at the portrait of himself.

“Oh!” a voice calls out from behind John. “Um, this is a pleasant surprise, I must say.”

John whips around and finds himself face to face with the woman he’d seen weeks ago. She smiles up at him. With a cheery voice she introduces herself, telling him her name. She’s the artist of this exhibition.

“I’m— I’m John Marston,” he responds, stumbling over his words. He gestures at the portrait behind him. “You painted me.”

The artist clasps her hands together. “I did! I hope you take no offence?”

John shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips despite the confusion. “No, no offence. I’m just… surprised.” He looks back at the portrait. It’s amazing. He can’t believe someone was able to capture him so accurately.

“Do you like it?” she asks, her eyes searching his face for approval… or something.

Awkwardly, John shifts his weight on his feet. He’s a little unsure of what to do with his hands. Suddenly he’s very, very aware of how there are many other people at this exhibition, of which many are watching his interaction with the artist. “Yeah, I do. I’m real flattered,” he begins, still trying to find the right words to say. He clears his throat, then lowers his voice, “I just… Erm… I’ve got a wife, and a kid…”

“Oh! Oh, I know!” the artist says to his surprise. She turns around, then points at another set of paintings towards the other side of the room. “I painted them too.”

John takes a few steps forward and sees the two portraits of Abigal and Jack, their faces bright and smiling. And there’s one painting of the three of them together, with John standing next to a wagon with his arm around Abigail. Jack is seated in the wagon.

His heart swells in his chest and his throat tightens, causing him to take a deep breath.

“I’ve seen the three of you in town together many times. You always seem so happy,” the artist tells him, wearing a wistful smile. “A picture perfect family. I… wanted to capture that.”

John leaves the art exhibition later, with a swirl of emotions that leave him feeling somewhat perplexed and overwhelmed. He can’t quite make sense of all the feelings surging through him, but deep down he knows one thing for certain: errands be damned. He’s going home to hug his wife and son.

[holdmytesseract]

Greeting, bestie! 🫡 I'm finally here to read this, eeeee! 😍

Especially if they are to be protecting Y/N, he thought to himself. Then again, he probably wouldn't let any of them anywhere near you. He would see to your protection personally. Make sure that there was little to no room for error when it came to your safety.

Awww! Precious babey! 🥹

Pearson straightened her stance in a particular manner, jutting her chest out in a blatantly clear attempt to draw his attention to it. You're fresh out of luck, my attentions are for one woman and one woman only. And she's in the lab.

He's such a simp for Y/N - and so in love, ahhh! 🥹💖

"Do you really think I'm that stupid, Y/L/N? I don't need to have a PhD in God knows what the ever loving fuck to know that you're into him. The only thing I can't figure out to save my life is what the fuck he sees in a mousey jumpy little thing like you, and where you found the goddamn audacity to steal him away the way you did."

I have the mighty urge to slap that bitch across the face. 😤

"But I can." He began to raise his voice, calling the attention of the other patrons in the restaurant. "That's the woman I love you're talking about. It would be wise for you to choose your next words very carefully."

Oh gods, I'm SO incredibly soft for this... The way he protects her. 🥹💖

For the most part throughout the drive to your place, he was touching you. Whether it be holding your hand between stoplights to make you stop picking at your fingernails, or rubbing circles on your knee to stop you from fidgeting, all the while keeping his other hand steadily on the wheel.

SO SOFT! 😭😍💖

The combined scent of his woodsy citrusy cologne and something that was just uniquely him seared itself into your brain as his face was mere inches from yours. He made it even worse reaching for your hand to hold you steady while you stepped out of the car.

✨️delulu cologne✨️

Before you could think about it any longer, you wordlessly slipped your key into his hand, slowly nodding your head. The only response you got from him was him latching his lips onto your neck, groaning into your skin as he lifted you off the ground with one arm, unlocking your door with the other.

W-With one arm??? 🫠🫠🫠

The question seemed so ridiculous to you. "Because nobody ever has. Nobody does--"

🥺🥺🥺

Wow, bestie, just wow... That was soooo beautiful, I- 🫠😭😍

friday nights & hot dates [kinktober 2023: slow & soft]

See the full Kinktober 2023 Collection here! See my full list of works here!

Summary: A few months after he first showed up at your house to keep you company on your birthday, Conrad finally tells you how he feels. | sequel to 'you deserve better'

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 6.1k [please prepare drinkies & snacks accordingly]

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, get on outta here i won't ask twice); unprotected p in v sex; language; insecure reader; the smut scene is 1.3k words long idek if i should say sorry for this… [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: simp Conrad; a touch of aftercare in the end 😳🫠

Dick-tionary (aka smut guide): smut starts at "Once he realized what you were about to do" and ends at "We're nowhere near done"

A loud chime boomed across the Monarch training field, announcing the top of the hour. The setting sun only barely blocked by the visor atop former Captain James Conrad's head and doing a piss poor job of straining his eyes as he watched on the first troop of soldiers assigned to the lab.

He'd been tasked to train the few handfuls of privates to be able to face the challenges that Skull Island would have in store for them throughout subsequent missions. They were decent enough, but to handle both navigating the hostile, monstrous terrain and serving as protective detail for the scientists on their tasks to obtain more samples and document its ecosystem, they would need to be exemplary. At the top of their game.

Especially if they are to be protecting Y/N, he thought to himself. Then again, he probably wouldn't let any of them anywhere near you. He would see to your protection personally. Make sure that there was little to no room for error when it came to your safety.

But they all had a long way to go before he decreed any of them ready for the field. And none of them would be closing the gap on their endurance or their agility within the next few minutes. The chime that rung out through the field not only signaled the top of the hour, but the end of your own work day, and he wanted to at least see you off to your ride home. Perhaps walk with you to the pick-up point.

"Alright, that's enough for today," he called out to the privates, everyone standing to attention at his word. "We'll resume on Monday morning. Get adequate rest this weekend."

He took off his training jacket and his visor, haphazardly running his hand through his short cropped hair. While he took a quick inventory of his belongings before heading off to your lab, one of the women privates approached him.

"Do you need anything, Pearson?"

She began to shuffle her stance, somewhat incapable of meeting his gaze as she spoke to him. "The other guys and I were going to check out the new Mexican place that opened up a few blocks from here. I was--I mean we were wondering if you'd like to join us?"

Pearson straightened her stance in a particular manner, jutting her chest out in a blatantly clear attempt to draw his attention to it. You're fresh out of luck, my attentions are for one woman and one woman only. And she's in the lab.

"Thank you for the invite, Pearson, but I have what you and your peers might say a…'hot date' tonight." He fought against the smile playing at the corners of his mouth at the thought of being on a proper date with you.

"Oh." She barely tried to hide the disappointment in her voice. "Okay then. Have a good weekend, Sir."

"Don't look now but he's here again," Brooks muttered from across the lab, the sound of him clacking away on his keyboard taking the briefest pause to tell you that once again, the former SAS tracker James Conrad was right outside the door. "You ever gonna share with the class how you two became a thing? 'Cause we have a bet going on in the lab about who made the first move and--"

"There's nothing to share, Brooks, because we aren't a thing," you cut him off, taking on a snippy tone while you ran the genome of the last flora sample from the set you collected in Skull Island against every recorded organism known to man so far. "We're friends, that's all. Give it time and he'll get tired of slumming it out with me and go back to haunting pool bars and nameless hookups."

"I don't know, Y/L/N…I never had a friend look at me like that."

The results from your test finally came up on the screen, confirming that the flora on the island were all, in fact, undocumented. You took a quick screenshot and placed it into your report. "Looks like we're getting funded," you announced, your half-deadpanned tone met with a mixture of excitement and fear. "Don't everyone stand up at once, I know how pumped we all are to get back to the island of death."

You finally stood up from your desk, looking outside the door and seeing Conrad outside giving you a little smile when your eyes met. You tried to ignore how your heart started doing backflips in your chest at the sight of him, keeping your expression fairly neutral as you gave him a small wave in response. Once your computer had finished shutting down, you grabbed your things and bid everyone goodbye, stopping at Brooks's desk last.

"If what you mean is looking at me like a barnacle he can't scrape off his boat, I hope you never have friends that look at you like that, my guy."

Before you stepped through the door, your fellow scientist let out a final remark. "You know, Y/N, for someone so smart, you're a bit of an idiot sometimes."

"Takes one to know one, Brooks," you shot back, stepping across the threshold and almost immediately becoming face-to-chest with the tracker that towered over you effortlessly. "Hey Conrad," you said slowly, trying your best to keep a hold of your composure. "Did you need something from us? I think I have Bryant running CMP for the guys you're training you should have the results tomo--"

"I didn't come here for the blood tests, Y/L/N," he cut you off, giving you another little smile that had your pulse thumping violently at your throat. "I erm…it's Friday." His eyebrows scrunched together in the slightest wince at his words.

"It is…" you echoed lamely, starting to tap away at your phone to get an Uber home, holding back the urge to sigh in relief seeing that your ride was only a few minutes away. "Have a good weekend, then," you tried to wave him off, pointing vaguely at the pick-up area, starting to awkwardly shuffle away from him.

He reached out and wrapped his hand around yours, stopping you before you got away too far. "Actually, I was thinking…perhaps we could go and grab a bite to eat? There's a new place that opened up just a short walk from here. Maybe we could try it out?"

As if on cue, your stomach let out an audible grumble, rudely reminding you that the last time you ate was this morning before you left your house. Before you could dwell on it any further, you canceled your Uber, giving him a tiny smile of your own. "Lead the way."

Dinner was a rather quiet affair, the two of you starting off by sharing a plate of nachos before you ordered your mains. Sometime before your entrees were served, a small group of people you recognized as the privates being trained as the Monarch Defense Team walked through the doors, the women immediately spotting Conrad and tossing a scornful dismissive look your way.

"What's wrong?"

His voice took your attention away from the group, the motion of him reaching across the table to take your hand in his causing a resounding stomp from across the restaurant followed by a barely contained "What the fuck?!"

"It's uhh…it's nothing," you waved off, trying to slowly pull your hand away so as to not elicit a stronger reaction from the group and grab his attention. "Just…thinking about work. I have to put a recommendation for another mission to the island in my report."

"We'll be better prepared this time," he reassured you, his thumb rubbing across the back of your hand in a soothing motion. "We have a better idea of what we're to face when we get there, and what not to do. And with enough time the troop that I'm training might even be field ready, so you and your team would have better protection."

Your neck twitched at the idea of the woman with the derisive eyes being tasked to protect you. Might even just throw you to the gigantic insects voluntarily. "Right…at least the team will be safe."

"And you, Y/N," he insisted, giving your hand a light squeeze. "I'll see to it myself, I promise you."

You nodded at his words, feeling your face strain at the smile you tried to give him before slipping your hand out of his and standing up. "Ladies room, I'll be back in a few."

While you were in line for the restroom, your thoughts wandered to how you could potentially word your recommendation so that maybe you didn't have to go with the rest of the team back to Skull Island. You weren't physically cut out to be in such a high-stress environment, and frankly you would be more of a liability if people had to look out for you on top of trying to survive a hostile environment.

When your turn came up in the queue, you were stopped in your tracks by someone wrapping their hand around your arm in a claw-like grasp, yanking you slightly backwards. "We need to talk, Y/L/N," a woman seethed.

You swore your blood chilled to near freezing point when you saw the woman private from Conrad's troop, her hateful eyes and vicious sneer too close for comfort.

There was something troubling you, Conrad could tell that much as he watched you in line for the restroom. Much as he usually found it adorable when you were muttering to yourself over your research, he had to fight to resist the urge to stand up and do what he could to somehow put you at ease.

He knew that you weren't all too excited that you had to return to the island, but his gut told him that it was more than just that. You seemed almost fearful when he mentioned the troop that he was training, and not in the way that told him it was simply because you doubted their ability to guarantee your safety.

Did you not realize that he would never even think to put your safety in anyone's hands other than his own? Didn't you know how valuable you were to him? Of course he would keep you safe. He'd put you in the same tent if he could just to make sure you'd never leave his sight.

The sight of a woman marching towards you as if on a war path had him leaving his seat within seconds, immediately recognizing it to be Pearson. When she stopped you from moving and he clocked the vice grip she had on you it had him seeing red. He saw the way you flinched back when she started hissing in your face, her words making every muscle in his body tense and burn with the itch to protect you from someone so obviously spiteful.

"Don't tell me you're the hot date that Captain Conrad turned me down for, this has to be the biggest crock of shit I've ever heard in my life," she spat out. Your face contorted with obvious discomfort from her talon-like hand tightening around your arm, nails undoubtedly digging into your skin.

"Listen, Private Pearson, I think there might just be a misunderstanding," you spoke softly, your tone laced with caution. "He's probably gonna go to said 'hot date' after this, I'm just his friend. We're friends…I think…"

Silly sweet girl, he thought to himself. Are you really so unaware of how I see you?

"Do you really think I'm that stupid, Y/L/N? I don't need to have a PhD in God knows what the ever loving fuck to know that you're into him. The only thing I can't figure out to save my life is what the fuck he sees in a mousey jumpy little thing like you, and where you found the goddamn audacity to steal him away the way you did."

"I'm not trying to steal anyone," you insisted, trying to wrestle your arm out of her hold. "We're just friends, Private Pearson. Anyone with a functioning brain can see that he doesn't want me like that. You want him, he's all yours, you won't hear a peep out of me."

"You better be right," she scoffed, releasing you with a slight shove, causing you to stumble backwards and fight to find your balance for a few seconds before righting yourself on your feet again. "If you know what's good for you, you'll stay the fuck away from him. Preferably before you see what happens when your stupid little face gets me triggered."

Rather than give her a verbal agreement, you simply nodded your head, scurrying off into the restroom, your face looking as if it had been drained of color and your bottom lip quivering with an obvious concern for your own safety.

So this was why you were concerned over your protection detail if you had to return to the island. Of course. Who would ever feel safe if someone assigned to the team that was tasked to protect them behaved the way that Pearson was behaving now? Who was to say that it wasn't beneath her to intentionally endanger you out of sheer spite?

The private let out an arrogant huff, flipping her hair and standing up straight with a smug look on her face before making her way back to her table with the rest of the privates in her troop.

"Pearson," Conrad spoke, letting his irritation over the entire encounter lace his tone. She stopped in her tracks, turning slowly to face him with a touch of fear in her eyes. Good, you should be afraid after the way you just spoke to the woman I love.

"Cap…Captain Conrad, hi!" Her cheeks strained with the smile she tried to keep plastered on her face despite the obvious nervousness that remained in her eyes. "We're so glad you decided to join us after all, we're seated over--"

"You're dismissed. Don't bother coming in on Monday." Her face fell immediately, indignation coloring her expression. "If you cannot treat the people you're expected to defend and protect with professionalism and respect, then you're not fit to stay on this team, let alone be deployed to the island."

"Come on, all this for a shifty little nothing? This is completely unfair!" she scoffed. "You could do so much better than her--"

"Hold your damn tongue, Pearson. I won't have you disrespect her--"

"She can't even hear us!"

"But I can." He began to raise his voice, calling the attention of the other patrons in the restaurant. "That's the woman I love you're talking about. It would be wise for you to choose your next words very carefully."

All the color drained from her face and she stood up straight again, back at full attention. "I apologize, Sir. I'll have my locker cleared before the weekend's over." And then she made her way back to her table, heavy footsteps sounding throughout the whole restaurant.

As Conrad sat back in his seat waiting for you to return, he replayed his own words over and over in his mind. After all this time keeping his emotions bottled in for the sake of preserving what friendship he had with you, the words had finally formed and solidified what had been building ever since the day he met you on the way to that forsaken death island.

He loved you.

By the time you made your way back to your table, you spotted Conrad signing a receipt and placing his credit card back into his wallet.

"You know I keep a tally on how many times you've refused to let me pay, right?" you sighed, taking out your phone and once again trying to book for an Uber home. "I'm perfectly fine with and capable of splitting the bill."

"Next time."

"I also keep a tally on how many times you've said exacty that." You shuffled your feet awkwardly where you stood, avoiding looking at both him and the table that sat his trainees, including the cruel witch that was Private Pearson. "Well uhm…I should get going, it's getting late. Enjoy your weekend, Conrad."

He reached out before you took another step, placing his hand at the curve of your waist. "Walk with me back to the lab and I'll drive you home."

The sound of a fist slamming down on one of the tables made you take a step back from his hold. You didn't have to look to know who it was or what caused the outburst. "I-I really don't wanna be a bother, it's fine. Really. I can take care of myself."

You tried to step forward again, making him stand from his seat, placing a large hand on your shoulder before running down the length of your arm to lace his fingers between yours. "You could never be a bother for me, Y/L/N," he spoke softly, lightly touching your chin with his other hand. "Come on."

For the most part throughout the drive to your place, he was touching you. Whether it be holding your hand between stoplights to make you stop picking at your fingernails, or rubbing circles on your knee to stop you from fidgeting, all the while keeping his other hand steadily on the wheel.

It was hands down one of the most illegally distractingly attractive things you'd ever seen. A sight that you thought was only reserved for leading ladies in those romance books you read, definitely not something you were supposed to experience in your lifetime.

It had you fighting back the urge to pout when you saw your house start to come into view, knowing that in a few short moments it would all be over. He gave your knee a light squeeze once he'd pulled up in front of your hourse, making quick work to make his way around the front of his car to open the door for you and undo your seatbelt.

The combined scent of his woodsy citrusy cologne and something that was just uniquely him seared itself into your brain as his face was mere inches from yours. He made it even worse reaching for your hand to hold you steady while you stepped out of the car.

"Thanks, Conrad," you muttered when you got to your door, your mind spinning from the feel of him running his thumb across your knuckles. "You should uhm…probably get going. Don't wanna keep you from any other plans you might have tonight."

You felt your pulse start beating furiously at your neck when he answered you. "What plans?"

Didn't Pearson have a full blown meltdown over him talking about a hot date and then seeing you with him at dinner? What the fuck was he going on about?

"Come on, Conrad, you don't have to pretend, it's just us here. Pearson practically yanked my spine from my throat earlier at the restaurant harping on about you having plans tonight so really, I'm sure you have better things to do on a Friday night you don't have to feel like you're…I don't know, obligated? To spend time with me. And at least you'll stop looking like you're doing some weird pity charity work, too--"

"Y/N, stop." He took a step toward you, closing the distance and framed your face in his large hands. "The only plans I had for tonight were with you. Do you remember what I told you all those months ago, that first night I came here?" You only stared at him blankly, wordlessly prompting him to answer it himself. "I wanted to let you know that I'm here. For you. And I still am. I always will be."

Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to your lips. Fleeting, but it resumed the near violent fluttering in your stomach from the contact. He gave you no time to react before he pressed his lips to yours again, wrapping his arms around you and cradling your head with his hand before pressing you against the door.

"Look at me, sweetheart," he breathed out when he broke the kiss. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat when you saw how dilated his pupils had become after that kiss. "How is it that you're so observant of everything around you and yet you fail to see what's right in front of you?"

"Conrad what--"

"How could you look at me and not see a man so desperately, so irretrievably in love?"

You swore all the air left your lungs at his words. In love? No. This couldn't be real. This was beyond simply improbable, this was impossible.

There was no way on this Earth that he felt the same.

"I can almost hear the gears in your brilliant mind turning, Y/L/N," he said softly, weaving his fingers into your hair as he proceeded to press tender kisses on your temple and the side of your face. "Invite me inside. Let me take you to your bedroom. Let me show you what you mean to me."

Before you could think about it any longer, you wordlessly slipped your key into his hand, slowly nodding your head. The only response you got from him was him latching his lips onto your neck, groaning into your skin as he lifted you off the ground with one arm, unlocking your door with the other.

He'd carried you all the way upstairs to your bedroom, constantly pressing a kiss wherever his lips could reach. When he started fumbling for the light switch, you tried to hold out your hand to stop him. "No lights," you muttered. If you wanted this to go anywhere even remotely good tonight, that would require him not running for the hills the second he got you naked.

"Without the lights, I can't see you, sweet girl," he said back teasingly, kissing along your jawline until he captured your lips, smiling into the kiss.

"Exactly," you murmured against his lips, causing him to chuckle against your skin.

"Seeing you is the best part of my day," he told you simply, flipping the switch on and bathing your bedroom in a warm white glow. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the brilliant smile he gave you once he saw your face. "There you are."

He set you down on your feet, touching the top button of your shirt with a question in his eyes, only proceeding to undo the button when you have him a slight nod. Once enough skin was exposed to him, he started to trace a line of kisses across your collarbone, running his hands down your arms to strip the shirt off from you. And then he sent your mind racing as he gave you the same treatment working both your pants and panties down your legs.

"I've dreamed of this since the island," he whispered into your skin, kissing his way back up to your lips as he reached behind you, unclasping your bra. "Lie down on the bed, my love. Let me see you."

He kept your hand in his as you lowered yourself to lie on your back, your heart thundering in your chest and your lip quivering as his eyes hungrily roamed your body. Thoughts began to swim in your head again, of how different, how much less toned nearly all parts of you were compared to him. Compared to the women he'd been with before. You tried to pull your hand away from his, to start to cover yourself.

Once he realized what you were about to do, he moved to hover over you on the bed, placing his hand in the space between your arm and your torso to block your way. "No," he said simply before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Don't hide yourself from me." He kissed his way down your neck to your chest, paying close attention to your breasts, holding you steady as you squirmed under him while he kissed and sucked your nipples into stiff peaks.

"Conrad…" Your voice came out faint, the air too thick to breathe while you drowned in his attentions. His lips moved down your stomach, peppering kisses along your mound before placing his hands on your inner thighs and gently parting your legs, opening yourself more to him.

You clenched around nothing watching him lick his lips before his eyes found yours, desperate whimpers coming out of you when he started kissing along your inner thighs. The ache between your legs started to grow stronger the closer his mouth got to where you craved him.

"Conrad!" Your back arched off the bed when he licked up the length of your slit and pressed a fleeting open-mouthed kiss to your clit.

"Lay back down, sweetheart." Your back immediately met the mattress again at his soft spoken order, your stomach fluttering violently again at the sight of him standing over you and pulling his shirt over his head. "You are the most breathtaking sight," he breathed out. "My love…"

"Could say the same from here," you shot back, still struggling to breathe properly under his gaze. The air was practically stuck in your throat the second his hands went to his pants, taking his time to undo his belt and pants, every muscle on his perfectly sculpted body moving and flexing as if he was trying to seduce you with such a seemingly mundane action.

As if he needed to seduce you.

The sound that came out of you was borderline inhuman the second he pushed his pants down his legs, and you'd gotten a good look at the sheer size of him. There's no way that's gonna fit, you thought nervously. "Conrad, I don't--" You huffed out a deflated sigh. "It's been an embarrassingly long while since I've--"

"It's alright, sweetheart." He quickly made his way back to his position on the bed, pressing a line of kisses along your jaw until he reached your lips, making an almost relieved sound against your lips. "We'll go slow. Please just tell me if I hurt you, that's the last thing I'd ever want."

Your eyes flew open at the feel of his length pressing against your entrance, your walls stretching just shy of the point of discomfort as you accommodated to his size. Any other thoughts and doubts in your mind took a backseat to the sound of Conrad's soft groans as he inched his way into you.

You'd never felt this unbelievably full.

He moaned your name in your ear. "Like you were made for me." He pressed his lips to your temple, the gesture somewhat calming your erratically beating heart. "I'll keep going now."

"Wait Conrad you what--Oh!" You felt a thrill at the back of your head once he pushed even further in, more arousal rushing and slickening your inner walls clenching around him as if pulling him deeper into you. All you could utter over the overwhelming pleasure he was subjecting you to was a faint whimper of his name.

"I love you, Y/N," he sighed in contentment, his warm exhale hitting your already heated skin before he resumed kissing along the side of your face.

"Don't say that," you blurted out. "You don't have to--"

"I want to," he cut you off, moving his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue licking at your bottom lip. "I've wanted to tell you for so long please don't tell me to stop. I can't--"

"No one's ever said it. Not to me. I'm not--I've never been--"

Your words stilled him. He rested his forehead on yours, the tip of his nose brushing against your own. "All the more reason for me to tell you." He muffled your moan with a kiss when he inched in even more. "I love you." He kissed up your neck, gently capturing your earlobe between his teeth before kissing the same spot. "I'll say it so often everyone around us will be sick of hearing me say the words."

"Conrad…" you cried out when he finally bottomed out, your hips flush together. "Please--"

"I love you." He started moving his hips in slow grinding circles, repeating the words every time he fully entered you.

The words were lodged stubbornly in the back of your throat; all you could utter was his name while your body trembled trying to raise your hips to meet his thrusts. Meanwhile a vicious voice in the back of your mind questioned if this was even real, refusing to accept any reality where a guy like James Conrad actually genuinely fell in love with you.

You lived by the saying that if something sounded too good to be true, then it probably was. And this…this sounded like a chick lit romance novel where the devastatingly handsome decommissioned soldier fell for the nerdy scientist that most days couldn't even bother to check if her hair looked alright from the back.

This was definitely too good to be true. And all you could do now was allow yourself the fleeting opportunity to lose yourself in the pleasure he was more than capable of and seemed quite willing to give you.

And brace yourself for the moment he pulled away. The moment he finally realized that yes. Yes he could do better, actually.

Before you could dwell on it any further, he pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts when his fingers made contact with the throbbing bundle of nerves above your entrance, rubbing at the spot with the same languid pace of his thrusts.

"You feel divine, my love," he moaned in your ear, pressing his lips to a spot behind it that sent your mind reeling, the tension tightening in your stomach even further. "Come for me, Y/N." He upped his pressure on your clit, still keeping the pace with his slow, deep thrusts.

The coiling tension finally snapped when he started sucking at your skin, your walls convulsing around him while your body shook under him, your hold on his shoulder blade weakening until you finally let go, arm landing on the mattress with a soft thud. He stilled his movement inside you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss while you came down from your high.

"I love you," he kept whispering between kisses. The words had you feeling the traitorous tears prickling in the back of your eyes, every part of you filled with the overpowering urge to say them back. Tell him that you felt the same.

Instead you wanted to slap yourself for the question that slipped from your mouth. "Wait what about you?"

The smirk he gave you in response had thrills shooting throughout your body, feeling the faintest tinge of embarrassment in the back of your mind when you felt your pussy clenching around him at the sight. His mouth stretched into a devilish grin as he thrusted into you in return, his eyes filled with an obvious mix of sexual and romantic intent.

"Don't you worry about me, sweetheart," he rasped, starting to slowly grind his hips again. "We're nowhere near done."

He's not coming back. He left the bedroom and give it time, you're gonna hear him leave the house.

You were being irrational, and most of your mind recognized your thoughts for what they were: absolutely batshit crazy and dead wrong. For one, Conrad left the room without a stick of clothing covering him, telling you he was going to get water. He didn't know how to navigate most of your house so it would reasonably take him a few minutes to actually go get it and come back up.

That didn't stop you from making your way to the head of the bed, and crawling under the covers, drawing your knees to your chest as if you were bracing yourself for emotional impact. You caught a glimpse of your reflection on the full-length mirror, instinctively bringing your hand up to your hair to start working at the knots and tangles that developed over the last few hours.

Conrad came back to the room at that moment, holding a water bottle and two cups, giving you a soft smile as he looked on at all the effects from your lovemaking. "You look like an angel…perched on a cloud." He handed you your cup before pouring one for himself, raising an eyebrow at you when you remained sitting motionless and staring at him blankly. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"I just--I thought you were just gonna get for--"

"Myself?" You nodded at him once he finished for you, making him click his tongue in disappointment, realizing what kind of experiences you'd had before. "You're making it too easy for me to spoil you. I could never be so selfish." He briefly touched his glass to yours, the clinking sound filling the room before you both downed your drinks.

Even while he climbed back onto the bed, situating himself beside you and pulling you into his arms, your irrational thoughts that he'll redress himself in a few minutes time and leave plagued your mind.

"You're looking at me like you expect me to disappear," he murmured, lightly tracing along the lines of your face with his fingertips. "What's wrong, Y/N?"

Come on, you stupid little scaredy cat just tell him. Three words. Three monosyllabic words so simple a kid can say them. Just say it.

"You're still here," you blurted out, immediately wanting to swallow your tongue when his face dropped.

Wrong three words, you fucking idiot.

"Do you want me to leave?" His words came out strained, as if it physically hurt him to say them.

"No, I don't. It's just…I expect it. And if I can be honest I'm still kind of…waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

You pursed your lips, a part of you already feeling silly for the words about to come out your mouth. "Post-coital clarity?"

He let out a slow sigh, his hold tightening around you while he cupped your face with his free hand, stroking along your cheekbone with his thumb. "And what in the world is that?"

"It's this--Honestly it's silly, really--"

"It doesn't seem silly to you." He leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer when you melted against him at the gesture. "So it's not silly to me. Tell me what it is."

You took a deep breath, your fingers absentmindedly tracing along the lines on his abdomen while you explained. "It's this phenomena that…once you've slept with someone, the attraction goes away. Your mind's more clear, you're no longer overpowered by this attraction and you realize that the person you just had sex with isn't as appealing as they were before you got together."

It took him a few seconds before he spoke again, maneuvering you so that you were now on top of him, straddling his stomach, his hands skimming up and down your sides.

"Why is it so hard for you to accept that I love you?"

The question seemed so ridiculous to you. "Because nobody ever has. Nobody does--"

"You're wrong," he cut you off, pulling you close until your chests were pressed together. "I know it might not happen often but it's happening now. You're wrong, and I'm living proof of it. Because I'm here. I'm here and I love you. The only clarity that came to me is that I want more than anything for us to become more. For what we shared tonight be more than a one-time thing."

He wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you into a tender kiss that had your heart fluttering when he licked into your mouth, his tongue gliding against yours. "I'm no good with words," you said breathlessly when he broke the kiss, his chest heaving against yours. "I've never been able to say how I feel, I can't--"

"Shh it's alright, sweetheart," he breathed, holding you by the back of your neck to rest your forehead against his. "You don't need those fancy words you use in your report. It's just us here. Whatever you wish to tell me, in the plainest words--"

"I love you, too."

A/N: I've finally finished this mega chonker of a piece! And I've given 'you deserve better' Conrad his happy ending with his precious bb 🥹🥹

Next up is the final story in the Kinktober 2023 initial goal: Fingering with President Loki 😳👀 And lemme just tell y'all now…it's gonna be at least 2k words long because I haven't even gotten to the smutting yet 🥴

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[starry-clown]

Hey!! It's totally cool that you reblogged my response, I also want to add more context if you're interested. If not, I'm just over sharing in your inbox lmao here is a messy ass irl parallel to Byler. When my brother was mad at his bestie for lack of contact, it was also the age before social media. They were 14 and we had a whole group of friends from these apartments we used to live at who it felt like they didn't contact us as much as we wanted them too, but we didn't realize that it wasn't for lack of trying. This was the dark ages of just one phone shared among the family and our mom was always on the phone with relatives or our straight brother hogged the phone day and night for his lady of the week. So, no one could really contact anyone as much as much as we wanted. After we were gone for four months we took a trip back to Texas to see everyone, they knew we were coming because my brother and I had the same friend group and I told his best friend's sister (who was my bestie) we were coming. My brother talked about his bestie Brandon everytime he made a new friend, but he stopped after a couple of months. I knew he wanted to see Brandon because he practically lit up at me mentioning going to see him but when our friends were waiting for us, but out of ten people Brandon was the only one he half ass hugged👀 when before, he and Brandon were inseperable. When we lived at the apartments, you knew anywhere my brother was Brandon would be there too. If Brandon went away to his grandma's for a weekend my brother would act like it was the end of the world. So for him to be so distant about someone I have literally seen him fall apart about was...odd. Especially when he gave hugs to the two kids that were MY friends and not his and not Brandon. Then his petty ass would flirt with Brandon's sister (my bestie) and her and I figured out together he was being sus because even though they had dated before, the feelings just weren't there and he hadn't tried his normal charms to get her back before today and we figured out that it was only specifically when Brandon was near. I thought my brother was being an asshole because Brandon seemed gay to me and we had homophobic parents. (Brandon did things familiar to my queer journey so I drew that conclusion and kept it to myself) But my friend reminded me that when we made it there, Brandon was laughing and playfully flirting with his new neighbor that moved into our old apartment. He didn't care about the lack of contact because everyone we saw that day had played a part in that, but he did feel like he was being replaced and it made him jealous. My bestie and I both confronted him separately and shortly after he treated Brandon better after that. They eventually secretly started dating, lmao I knew because I was Brandon's beard and he was mine. I'm sharing this because people really get harassed for digging into the subtext of queer couples but even non canon pairings have real life parallels and a lot of people aren't even just drawing conclusions from subtext, were using real life experiences. It's valid for people to have their doubts about fictional pairings but a lot of them are going out of their way to be dismissive, homophobic and verbally abusive. And I wanted to share this with you and your followers I guess so that when you feel like you're losing your mind, you're not. There are dozens of stories and perspectives I could share from mine, my brother's and other queer people I've had the honor of knowing's perspective. The only valid argument at this point to me is the duffers might be afraid of the way the audience will take with it but whatever y'know. Anyway, we should always have fun with fictional couples because if not, what's the point? Enjoy whatever you can, whenever you can in all aspects of life. I appreciate anyone who took the time to read this and sincerely hope today is kind to you❤️

Oh my gosh! Thank you so much for sharing something so personal and trusting me to share it with the rest of my followers! 💜

Byler is definitely one of those ships to have fun analyzing and connecting the dots too!

I like how your brother and his friend/crush brandon reminded you of byler and I can totally see why that is! I see the similarities and it’s also helped me understand more about Mike!

Your brother also reminds me of Mike from the way he acted. Because yeah! Mike is being super sus around Will even tho Will means the world to him! And Mike having feelings for Will would just make total sense for his behavior actually!

If anyone has any similar stories like this feel free to reply to this too. 💜

[goofyhoffy]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook × reader

Genre: romcom

Word count : 3.4 k

Warnings : fluffy, swearing, angst, anxiety attack, smut, kinky, abusive language, mention of hickey, sexual harassment, yandere, love, sex, romance, licking, bullying, misunderstanding, one shot, rudeness, humiliation.

Summary: Gone for the last fairwell party where you meet the nerd kid Jeon Jungkook. The rudest boy who hates the popular kid like you. But then something changed and make you fall for him.

Author note: smoky fanfic for some smoky peeps . Share your opinions.

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"You're not going to attend the fairwell party, _____" your mother said. Tonight there is your first year fairwell party at the restaurant. Everyone is already so excited and planned about tonight. But your heartless abusive mother detains you from going.

"Why, that's so cruel. It's my first college fairwell. Everyone will be there. Let me go." You gasped at your mother. She with her eyes wide open signed you to stop your mouth.

"Be at your room till I come back from our ladies get to together. I'll be late, so close all the door. And be at your room. Don't think of going anywhere. Understood." Your mother shouted and leave the house for the party.

You close the door and shouted at the top of your lungs. You're so annoyed that your abusive mother never let you go anywhere. She's so mean that she goes everywhere without letting you go. But you also know your tricks to go there.  You know  the fairwell party gonna be lit with kids on the bars and restaurant all around. As early as your mom leaves you dressed up in your short silk black dress with your long curly hairs open. Match up with some smokey eyes and pencil heels. Afterall you're the most popular kid there, so you have to go there. But you never want to go cause the people around there are so mean and a bully to others.

Though you never get bullied but you felt bad for others. The better you know that the college guys are the meanest and cruelest. You're also so soft hearted that you fear of speaking up for them. Only for this reason you keep hating other and never went to any of the colleges parties. Even everyone insisted you so much. But today there is a sudden urge to attain the party. Because of your bestie since birth. Because of him you're going to the party. The season last party. Your guts are telling you that something big is gonna be happen with you. Something fun gonna be happen.

You waited at the front door for your bestie to pick you up. You checked the time it's already 9 pm and you need to came back by 2 am or else your mother gonna kill your ass of. It's drizzling outside , soft rains are always your favorite but today you don't have the time to appreciate the nature beauty. But you have to kill the party the fullest. You were just waiting.

"Babyygirl, come on! Get inside this beast." Suga shouted at the high pitch. You glad to see your bestie after waiting for them so long. He along with some other guys ride in a black open Jeep Wrangler. You got astonished to see the big Jeep. You walk upon the Jeep and gulped.

"We're going in this?" You questioned.

"Yes baby, now don't waste your time. And get your ass on this." Suga giggled. You get on that open Jeep. Suga helped you too. The Jeep started and all your hair dances in the air. The moonlight along with drizzling cloud make the sky look beautiful. You're feeling so alluring the whole journey.

When you stepped inside the restaurant,  it was nothing like that. It's filled with smoke and known people faces. Kids are drinking , smoking , dancing and making out. As soon as you step in, the focus shifted to you. Everyone started to making cheers, noise with your name. Some people said "look ___ is looking damn hot." "Her ass! I can die for" "can I fuck her only for today" "she wear this dress to show her big cleavage." And some girls there bitching "why this slut is here?" "God! I thought she died. Now who gonna see me." "I need to cover my boyfriends eyes, or else this whore gonna seduce him."  Everyone is just objectifying you. Only for this reasons you  hate to attain any party. All of them only gonna blame or body shames you.

Hearing all of this you squeezed Suga's hand in shame and murmured "Suga can I go home. This place is not for me." He instantly feels that you're feeling uncomfortable. He grapped your hand and shouted "hey people, look! If anyone gonna open their mouth to spite any bad words to ____. I'm gonna make their college life a hell. So shut the fuck up." Suddenly everyone looks downwards and keep on doing their things. Afterall Suga have hype on the college because he's the captain of the basketball and all of the college kids are afraid of him. This is the perks of having a scary bestie.

"Thanks. Today I'm not gonna interrupt you more. So, now you can have fun. I will also find someone to have fun." You sighed to Suga.

"Shut your thanks, babygirl. I'm always here for you only. If anything happens you can  just call me. I will be here around." He said and walked inside the bar.

Being a popular and good looking girl isn't a great thing. People only notice the worst side of you. You're thinking only this things and make your way to the near by open area on that Place. There's no one. Only you and your loneliness appreciating the cloudy night weather. Even though you have Suga as your bestie,  he also can't always look after you. Apart from him, no one was there as your friends. As you interact really less.

Standing there for so long your eyes trail down to a huge postures sitting down the couch. Black leather jacket, high black boots, smokey black eyes, dark gelled hair with tattooed neck a boy was sitting at the couch. You side eyed at him for a better view. He was drawing something. You peek into the painting you saw it was the soothing sky he was drawing. You again trail your eyes to his full muscular body. But you were unable to see his face as he head downs to draw. You just want to look at his face.

For quite a long there,  he said nothing to you. As only both of you're there you thought of asking him. "It's looking like you're painting this beautiful sky." You asked. The boy looked up to your face. His dark glowing eyes look straight into you. It was a known face too. His baby face isn't matching his devil body postures. You mesmerized to his beauty.  You tell you heart you know him, but never noticed him. He was Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook. The nerd kid who always sits at the last bench but tops the class. Who never spokes to anyone. Who's always so lonely when noticed.

"Yeah. I guess you have eyes." Jungkook scoff. But one thing more he's the rudest. Never in his life he talks to anyone in the straight face. Because of that he never have friends. You rolled your eyes.

"I also have mouth but I guess it's best to shut. People are so mean here." You said.

"Huh! Afterall meanest than me. I'm the one who haven't talk about your tits and ass in the whole room here." Jungkook smirked

"Better for you to not open your mouth. I'm only trying to start a conversation with you politely. But you -" Jungkook intrepputed you.

"Yes, I'm the one who shut your bullying mouth. You popular kids always thought we nerds are piece of shit. But we aren't. We aren't even not care for you to answer back. But see today I did." Jungkook again smirked.

"What? I never bullied anyone. Actually you're mad or anything to start a verbal fight here. Do your shitty work, you're good to be alone. Now, I got it why no ones talk to you." You chuckled devilishly.

"I don't make fake friends like you or I say friends with benefits. Huh!" Jungkook giggled.

"Friends with benefits? What do you mean. You totally ruined my mood. Just fuck your life with this shitty attitude you fucking nerd. I'm good to go." You shouted at him and walks towards the bar.

But suddenly,  Jungkook dropped all his drawing book at the floor and runs towards you and grapped you wrist from the back.

"What do you think? Where you're going? " Jungkook said.

You got confused by his actions. "Wait. Why the fuck you touched me? Get off me." You screamed at him. And he instantly released your hand from his grip.

"Cool, using women card huh. See you soon babe." Jungkook smirked turns to devilishly chuckled.  You just get off from there.

Soon you go inside the bar. Asked the bartender to give you some cocktail. He handed over to you. You sit beside a group of creepy men who were keep staring at your thighs. You were getting super uncomfortable because of  that. They're laughing, talking shit about you and your dress. But the limit crossed when one of guys handed over a page to you.

'One night stand! Money as much as you want.' Your blood started to rush over those guys.

You just want to slap them in the face. You hate how the whole fairwell night is turning into a nightmare for you. You never want to come here. You're cussing Suga for insisting you to come.

You grumbled the paper and through it on there faces. But then one of the guys started to touching you inappropriately around your thighs. You don't know what to do. Your anxiety level is getting on peak. All the men covered you and started touching you inappropriately. Out of fear you just sit like a piece of stone.

But then only Jungkook shouted at the group of men around you. His muscular body fitted his leather jacket perfectly. "You creeps,  just get off from her."

One of them says "who is she? Your si-"  Jungkook intrepputed them.

"Yeah, she's my fucking friend. Get off from her." And he grapped your hand and take you aside.

"Just kept your fucking dicks in your pants. If I ever see anyone of you to humiliating any girl. I will cut your penis off. Understood. Fuck off now." He shouted at them. And all of them just leaves the bar.

You're still in a sense of shock. You never believed this happens with you. Room full of air-conditioned but still you're sweating like crazy. You got your first anxiety attack after certain long. Your hand are trembling and tears down to your eyes. You still sense less what's going on.

"You're okay?" Jungkook asked with his baby voice.

You didn't answer anything. You just hugged Jungkook so hard. Nothing in your mind just you hugging him to get some heat and strength. Tears rolled down your eyes stopped to get his presence. He hugged you back and patted your back smoothly. Slowly the terror lives you.

"It's okay. Don't worry. I'm here. You're save." He said.

"I'm here to get your back. Calm down. Your makeup gonna ruin." He scoffs.

"Keep your mouth open. Or else i- " you cut him off.

"I'm okay. Thanks." You gasped.

"Want to have some fresh air outside?" He asked.

"Let's go. I can't breathe here anymore." I sighed. I grapped his wrist and fetch him to outside.

It was storming outside and slow winds crossing over my face. It felt so soothing to go outside and breathe some fresh air. I looked at Jungkook and felt so guilty for misunderstanding him earlier. His baby face just melts my heart. He's a purely the kindest and most helpful. I still regret why I never talked to him on the first hand. Well, I  always have an eye on him for his tonned body. But the behavior always drive me crazy. The way he looked when he was angry at them. His veins hands with silver rings. And those messy dark hair sooths my heart. I once again fall for his kindness,  generosity and smartness.

"Thanks but sorry." You looked at him.

He gazed at me "nothing to thanks me but take care of yourself. A girl should keep her mouth open for herself. Never depend on anyone else other than yourself. You're your own security. Understood."

"Your words are always so deep. But again sorry." You apologized

"Well, I'm sorry too for being rude. I don't mean to but -" you cut him off.

"But nothing. Just end those shitty things. I really liked how you saved me. I promise that from now onwards I will take care of myself." And you smiled at him.

He caressed my cheeks and smiled too. "I always thought you're mean but I was wrong. You're such a sweetheart."

"I know, people assume mean things about me. But at my surprise you're too a darling. But your words are full of sarcasm just like you." You  said.

He giggled at my words. Then you gazed at his eyes and caress his dark long hairs which was covering his baby face. You touched his hairs. You feel a sudden arousal to find him. He was different and amazing. You realized he have something you are finding since a long. He get stumble too with your touch. He felt like he got goosebumps to your touch.  You both keep staring to each others eyes for so long.

But then Jungkook broke it and scoff "your touch gives me goosebumps. Don't be so touchy or else something wrong gonna happen." And you giggled hard at him.

"Okay, I'll give you space." You scoffs.

As you both walk down to a group of boys having tons of beer. The whole area beside them smells like alcohol. You felt like trying some alcohol.

"Want to try some beer?" You asked him.

"Sure. Let's compete who can have more alcohol in their blood tonight." Jungkook smirked to me.

You both took one can of beer and gulped it at one shot. It was so refreshing and taste weird. But alcohol are meant to be tasteless. Jungkook goes for another one and so do you. You both keep on finishing the beer cans one by one. You're so into the competition that both of you crossed all the limits. Just drinking and laughing. After having enough can beer you were just pretending that you're drinking. But you were fully drunk. The alcohol is all over your body. Your dress got drenched with beer. On the other hand, Jungkook keep on going with the beer. Drinking and drinking but not stopping. He's the actual nerd kid who have a super big competitive ass in anything.

"Stop you dick. I can't drink anymore. You win. Cool!" You screamed in annoyance.

"Winner. Yeah. I knew it. No one can win from me." Jungkook yelled.

You made a annoyance face and said "look at my dress, alcohol is all over my body. It's drenched me. I smell like alcohol."

"Are you telling me to lick the beer from your body! Huh?" Jungkook grinned. He's totally drunk. He lost all his senses and so do you. Both are drunk and alone.

"Would you lick me if I say! Huh?" You giggled.

"Just say and I will lick you all up from head to toe baby." He smirked. And walk up to you and licked your neck.

"Stop it. I'll clean it myself." you pushed him kiddingly and ran towards the washroom to clean all the mess up.

At the water basin, you got some tissues and clean all the mess. From neck to your torso where all the beer spilled. But there also Jungkook followed you from the back.

You suddenly feel someone touched your back. You looked back and realized Jungkook is hugging you from behind. Locking your hands and softly kissing your ears. His warm huge body fits you finely. The alcohol fragrance along with his cologne smells it's so sexy. You don't want to leave him and not either tried to get out of his grip. He makes you so comfortable with his body all over you. That's feels so calming and horny. You want him to eat you.

"I said I'll lick you clean. You don't need to clean yourself." Jungkook softly said.

He then smoothly take your open hair aside and kissed your neck. It's feels like you're the last person to eat in this planet. He spins you and now you're facing him. He's so close to your face, you can feel his hot alcoholic breath on your face. He kissed you again all over your neck and beyond leaving some purple marks on your fine white body.

"Don't you want to clean by me! Huh?" Jungkook smirked.

"I-I yes, I want." You said in a shaky voice.

He hovered over you with his lips. Licking neck to chin and then he stopped. He looked into your deep pale eyes. You meet his eyes. His eyes speaking that he will made you watch the heavenly stars today. Without any second thought he kissed you in lips. You deepens the kiss with your tongue into him. His pink juicy lips taste so fine.  He bit you on your upper lips which make it more loving. Then his one hand goes under my dress while the other is still there to deepens your lips. You put your hands on his long dark gelled hair. You both are caressing each other. Deep moans under Neath the breath was changed. Before going out of breath you broke the kiss and you both breathed so heavily.

He lifted you on the top of the water basin of the washroom and touched your inner thigh. A little moans let out from your mouth. His cold long fingers when touched your warm fizzy thighs it's giving you thrills. You spread your long legs further directing him to devour you inside. The hot make out already make you so wet that you can't resist. He pulled the hem of your dress and looks at the most beautiful site at that time. His eyes were glowing to meet with your small pussy.

"You want?" Jungkook asked me before putting his hands further.

"I want you to fuck me. Made me see the stars tonight." You softly screamed.

Jungkook getting the signal to proceed he touched your wet pussy over the panties. But the panties are already drenched of your cum. He gulped and smirked leaving your panty at the floor. He tilted you aside and thrust two of his finger inside of you. His cold veiny long fingers when get inside you, it gives you thrills. You moan his name. He gently thrust each of the finger inward. You already can see the stars.

"Jun-Jungkook!" You moans

"You want more?" Jungkook asked.

"Jun-Jungkook. Yeah. I want you to be inside." You screamed in pleasure.

He gently keeps on going with his fingers all the way. You lift up and you can see the budge on Jungkook jeans. You unlock his belt and put his jeans off. His big member is already waiting for you. Your eyes glowed up to see his big huge dick. You stroke it and it's already having a Boner. Jungkook stops and looked at your eyes.

"Are you sure that you can take my member inside you! Huh?" He smirked.

"Can't wait more to have you inside me. I want your fucking dick to tear my fragile pussy." You growned.

"Then let's just fuck you, ______" Jungkook moans.

You spread your legs further and he put his tip of the cock inside you. He's teasing you but then you thrust him in. His huge cock perfectly fits your pussy. He started to thrust fast and fast. He's moaning your name at high pitch. And you want him more and more. His hips are thrusting hard into you. You see all the colours of the stars. Jungkook made you realize the pleasure. It's get so heated that at last he thrust your g spot. You feel relieved.

"I'm going to cum, Kook." You said.

"I want you to cum on my fucking dick!" He exclaimed.

You cumed in his dick and all over his shirt. Your white liquid is all over the place. He smirked and gently took you off the water basin.

"Did I licked you well, ____?" Jungkook murmured.

"Yeah, I want you to lick me every day, Jungkook." You said softly.

He gently put your clothes on and you wear them. He also did the same. And he kissed your forehead and patted with love.

[idril-la-wiccan]

Pantheons InkWash 2021 - 1st Week

If you're unsure about what InkWash is and its rules, go here.

Day 1 - Crystal // Charon

"A soul is not unlike a crystal. If it is cracked or broken, it can't just be fixed. Not easily, at least. And marks will always remain after that... This is why I always brings as many souls as possible to the other side at once. Unlike what most mortals believe, I need no obol. I appreciate the gesture, but I have no need for it..."

Day 2 - Costume // Hathor and Hera

Hera seems to like Hathor's dress a lot. All these complexe patterns look wonderfull. Though Hathor admits herself simplicity can be nice too. So she likes Hera's just as much.

Day 3 - Vessel // The Spirits of the canopic jars

Also known as the Sons of Horus, they are in charge of protecting the deceased's organs. Imsety, protector of the liver ; Duamutef, protector of the stomac ; Hapi, protector of the lungs and Qebehsenuef, protector fo the intestines.

(I'll be honest, except maybe for the last of the four, I don't really have much ideas on what kind of personality I could give them...)

Day 4 - Knot // The Fates

"... How did this even happen ?" asked Lachesis to her sisters.

"I swear it wasn't like that, earlier !" exclaimed Clotho, a bit panicked.

"You know," started Atropos, "maybe we should cut this short before the life tied to this thread gets tangled into whatever mess this knot might represent ?"

"No need," Lachesis affirmed, "I'm sure there is a way to undo this... Or at least, make it smaller..."

Day 5 - Bird // Geb (feat. Bheb)

You thought I'd just draw one or all of the bird-like egyptian gods, didn't you ? Nope ! Have Geb and his pet goose !

Yes, I made what is originally the hieroglyph on his head an actual goose, and she's his pet. You can't stop me ! BHEB IS A GOOD GIRL-

Day 6 - Spirit // Medjed

Boy oh boy... That rascal.

Not much is actually known about Medjed except that they are also know as "the Smiter" and can apparently... *checks wikipedia* shoot laser out of their eyes ??? (That's funny because I didn't know this when I made that drawing...)

But anyway, because of some play on the words in my own language (based on them being some kind of spirit AND a "smiter"), I have decreed they are some sort of poltergeist. A deified poltergeist that still can do good, but are very chaotic neutral in their behaviour.

Oh and of course, they like to look scary. (they don't usually show their teeth unless they want to look menacing.)

(I have imagined more about them but this entry is long enough already...)

Day 7 - Chill // Hermes and Anubis

They're besties and you can't convince me otherwise. I don't think I'd really be able to explain why I think that ! (Except from the fact that the greeks kinda associated Anubis with Hermes in some ways...)

And... Yeah. I can see them just chillin' together from time to time, especially since I see both of them as being rather laid back (Hermes more than Anubis, though).

They'd also hang out with Thoth too if it weren't for the latter being very busy and, most importantly, him not wanting Hermes anywhere near his study OR library.

If you know, you know...

||Second Week>>

[jusananimehoe]

Hi there! I'm so happy to finally see some Geten content! Would it be okay for me to request some best friend!Geten with a fem reader where Geten notices Dabi becoming attracted to Reader? Geten and Reader are completely platonic but his protective bestie instincts/general dislike of Dabi kicks in and he refuses to let Dabi be alone with her while rubbing in how close he and Reader are at the same time.

Not going to lie, this mad me laugh because I could absolutely see these two losers being this petty! Enjoy xx

What in the…     What exactly does he think he’s doing?

It wasn’t unusual, per say, for you to be conversing with that pathetic fire-user, as lieutenants, you both kind of had to, you were in the same squad after all, it was necessary. But why Dabi currently had an arm swung over the back of your chair as the two of you chatted, well, there was no explanation for that. There was no reason for the way he was leaning into your space either, it made Geten want to throw something, probably ice.

You were strong, and Geten knew it, you were his closest friend after all, you two had trained together for years, so he knew you that if it came down to it, you could handle Dabi, but as much as he adored you, he was also painfully aware that you were prone to being, just a little too kind, per say, maybe a touch oblivious, to the interest of others. You were beautiful, he wasn’t so blind that he couldn’t see it, and he had no real issues with you dating, but this, well, this he could not allow.

Dabi was the epitome of weakness, could barely handle his own quirk, was surly, snarky, bitchy, and frankly, the most aggravating person Geten had ever met, all of the above meant he was no-where near being good enough for you. Judging by the sweet smile on your face though, the thought hadn’t even occurred to you. What am I going to do with her? He bit back a frustrated groan, and then strode into the room, not missing the flash of annoyance in Dabi’s blue eyes as he approached.

You, on the other hand, turned that warm smile on him, jumping to your feet instantly to approach him, after all, you hadn’t seen him in a few days, he’d just been so busy. His hands moved of their own accord, circling around your waist and dragging you into a tight embrace, drawing soft, kind laughter from your lips. He wasn’t an overly affectionate person, so you were probably a little surprised, but he was kind of planning on killing two birds with one stone here.

He leaned closer, pressing his nose into your neck even as his eyes found Dabi’s, the two of them glaring at each other viciously, if looks could kill. Geten grinned at him then, pressing closer to you, whispering something softly to you that the fire user couldn’t hear, smirking again when you burst into giggles at his joking, another rare surprise for you. You hummed happily in his arms, pulling back just enough to twist your neck back to glance at Dabi, eyes shining with happiness, “isn’t it great that Geten’s back Dabi? I haven’t seen him in days”! Yeah Dabi, isn’t it great, see how comfortable she is with me, how content?

Your little pout was ridiculous, and it had Geten snorting and rolling his eyes, but he pressed closer to you again anyway, leaning your foreheads together affectionately, apologizing softly to you for being so busy, he had missed you actually, you were so much easier to deal with than all these other idiots he was surrounded by. A glance in Dabi’s direction had Geten grinning again at the smoke pouring from between his staples, so I was right. Geten didn’t even try to hide the smug look on his face as you snuggled closer to him, after all, you were an affectionate person, you were probably enjoying the rare cuddles from your best friend. It wasn’t even his fault, he couldn’t be blamed for it, the annoyance on Dabi’s face had him on cloud nine, he just couldn’t resist leaning forward to press a soft kiss against your forehead.

You squealed in surprise, shoving him slightly but staying in the embrace, “Geten your lips are freezing, oh my god”. You were grinning at him though, amusement was dancing in your eyes as you watched his expression carefully, “what on earth has gotten into you, hm? Not that I’m complaining”. Your smile was warm, and it was being pointed at him again, much better than at the other loser. He’d clearly have to find you some other male, one worthy of your affections, but until he could, he’d have to improvise.

“Maybe I just missed you, is that really so hard for you to imagine”, his smile was playful, teasing you, even as you swatted at his shoulder, leaning your weight against his chest, it was familiar to both of you, though friendly affection was usually saved for more private times, though it couldn’t be helped this time. “You’re my best friend after all, my other half, the yin to my yang, you know”? Your dazzling smile was worth the sappy bullshit. Dabi’s curled lip was also worth it.

“There’s some stupid romance movie playing down at the cinema, come on, I’ll take you, my way of apologising for blowing you off all week”. The movie would be shocking, no doubt, but it was worth it to see Dabi’s jaw clench, gritting his teeth probably. Your brilliant smile was also a worthy payoff too, he supposed.

“Oh my god, yes, let me get my jacket. We’ll go right now”. You went skipping excitedly from the room, not even sparing a glance back towards Dabi, good. Turquoise eyes met pale blue in a furious stare off, Geten didn’t blink, even as the fire user stood and stomped over to stand in-front of him, he might be taller, but Geten was defintley stronger.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, brat”?

Geten smirked back at him again. “I’m saving my best friend, from you. So, stay away from her, if that little show just now didn’t prove it to you already, I’m the only one she needs”. Geten couldn’t help the little grin growing wider on his face now, “you saw the way she clung to me back there, didn’t you? She has me, which means she defintley does not need you”, he spat the last part in Dabi’s face with a snarl, even as the fire user stiffened, clearly considering whether or not it would be worth it to hit him, you chose that very moment to burst back through the door.

“I can’t find my jacket anywhere”, was your miserable proclamation. Geten found himself shrugging out of his parka without even considering it, holding it up carefully so you could slip your arms inside the sleeves, staring at Dabi even as you smiled, thanking him for being so sweet, before snuggling into the thick fur in the hood. She doesn’t need you, freak.

“Come on you, we’ll miss the movie”, his hand stretched out to you and you took it immediately, if only a little surprised by the gesture before pressing against his side as the two of you left the room, your avid chatter filling the silence comfortably, even as the heat in the room increased to uncomfortable levels, though if you noticed the little show of dominance behind you, you made no comment, just pressed closer to Geten, blinking up at him sweetly as the two of you left the mansion.

[lisannastrauss2016-blog]

Love in the Air: A Adrinette Fanfic Chapter 1

*On a Spring day to school*

Narrator: Marinette and Adrien are starting school during the second half of the semester and today is their first day. The story takes place in the morning. School starts at 8:30 and it's 7:15 on a Wednesday.

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*At Marinette's house*

Marinette: *sleeps*

Tikki: Wake up Marinette!!! It's 7:15 and you're gonna be late for school!!!

Marinette: *slowly wakes up* Uh Tikki, what time is it?

Tikki: 7:18.....

Marinette: *screams* Oh crap!! I'm gonna be late!!! *rushes around the room* Can't be late for the first day!!!

Tikki: Just don't- *Marinette falls* *sighs* destroy the place....

Marinette: *nervous laugh*

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*At Adrien's house*

Adrien: *sleeps*

Plagg: Adrien....wake up..

Adrien: *snores*

Plagg: *sighs and shakes Camembert in his face*

Adrien: *wakes up and covers his nose* Ugh Plagg! Why would you do that?!

Plagg: You wouldn't wake up so I had to force you. *eats the Camembert*

Adrien: *sighs and gets dressed*

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Marinette & Adrien: Alright let's go!! *leaves their houses*

Marinette: *walks alone* I wish I would've bought an umbrella....

Adrien: *walks and sees a girl without an umbrella* Hey do you wanna share an umbrella?

Marinette: Um are you sure? I mean we just met. *looks at him*

Adrien: *thinks:Her eyes are so pretty* Yeah I'm sure. I wouldn't want you getting wet. *puts the umbrella over her*

Marinette: Um if you say so. *walks with him* So what's your name?

Adrien: Adrien Agreste. How about you?

Marinette: Wait the Adrien Agreste?! *stops walking and stares at him*

Adrien: *nervous laugh* Hehe. The one and only.

Marinette: Wow!! The Adrien Agreste is talking and walking to school, with me!!! Um m-my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Adrien: Nice name. *continues to walk*

Marinette: So do you go to school?

*thinks: Why would I ask that when he's the same age I am? Way to start up a convo Mari...*

Adrien: Well yeah. I got to the school around the corner from here. Thing is...this is the first time I've been in a public school....

Marinette: Me too!! Well I've been home schooled my whole life. I've always wanted to see what a public school was like!!

Adrien: *laughs*

Marinette: What's so funny? *looks at him*

Adrien: It's your enthusiasm. I like that about you Mari.

Marinette: *blushes and plays with her hair* Oh t-thanks Adrien.

Adrien: Well we're here but it was nice talking to you Mari. See you at Lunch.

Marinette: *waves* See ya!! *walks to class*

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*In 1st period class*

Nino: Yo Alya, who are the new guys?

Alya: How should I know? I'm playing 'Bottle Flip'.

Nino: Oh cool. How about we invite them to Lunch?

Alya: And become the shadows of the school? No way. You can do that in your own.

Nino: Guess no.....

Sabrina: Chloe...why does it look like the new girl is stealing your crush?

Chloe: Because the new girl is stealing my crush!! Are you blind Sabrina!!

Sabrina: No I don't think so. Maybe my glasses are foggy.... *cleans her glasses*

Chloe: *face palms* Your glasses aren't the problem, Four eyes!! The problem is the new girl is trying to steal my Adrikins. Not this time girly. I'm going to have a talk with you during Lunch.

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*At 3rd period class*

Lila: *reads a book but looks at Adrien every 5 seconds*

Mylene: What you reading Lila? *looks over her shoulder*

Lila: *puts the book away* Oh n-nothing special!!

Mylene: Ok *smiles and walks away*

Lila: *sighs and continues to look at Adrien* Nathaniel?

Nathaniel: Yes Lila? *looks at her*

Lila: Do you ever fall in love with somebody and you can't keep your eyes off of them?

Nathaniel: As a matter of fact, I do!! *pulls out his picture of him and Marinette*

Lila: *daydreams about Adrien*

Sabrina: Chloe I think that girl is trying to steal him too.

Chloe: Who?

Sabrina: *points at Lila* Her.

Chloe: She doesn't seem as bad as Marinette so maybe me and her can be friends but I'll still end up with Adrikins in the end. *smiles*

Sabrina: *giggles*

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*At 4th period class*

Adrien: Wow Mari!! I didn't know you can draw!! *claps*

Marinette: *blushes* This isn't my best work but thanks Adrien.

Adrien: *blushes and chuckles*

Chloe: Hey Adrikins!!! You know, I can draw too!!! *shows a picture of an amateur drawing of a flower*

Marinette: *looks at Adrien then at Chloe's drawing*

Adrien: Uh yeah it's a great pic Chloe. *turns around and finishes his plane*

Mylene: Ivan look at my Pie!!! Doesn't it look realist and delicious? *smiles and holds up her picture*

Ivan: Yeah Mylene it's a good pic. Almost makes me wanna eat it.

Lila: *attempts to draw a puppy*

Nathaniel: *draws a picture of him and Marinette under the moonlight*

*bells rings for Lunch*

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Chloe: Hey Marinette?

Marinette: Yeah? *looks up*

Chloe: Can me and my bestie talk to you for a moment? *looks at Sabrina then at Marinette*

Marinette: Ok. Wait for my in the Cafe ok Adrien? *walks with Chloe*

Adrien: Ok Mari!! *walks away* *Thinks: Something tells me that girl didn't just want to talk to Marinette...I hope she'll be ok*

Marinette: So what did you girls want to talk about?

Chloe: *grabs her collar* I want you to stay away from Adrien. It's me he wants and it's me he's gonna get so don't be anywhere near him!!!

Sabrina: If we catch you with him, we'll send pictures of you and Adrien to Mr.Damocles and you will be suspended.

Marinette: B-But? I don't want to stay away from him!! *crying*

Chloe: Well if you don't want to be suspended, then I suggest you stay away from him. Come on Sabrina. *walks away*

Sabrina: Better watch out cause we have eyes everywhere. *points at Marinette then leaves*

Marinette: Oh....*cries* *thinks: Why do they have to be so mean....I never did anything to them......oh Adrien...* *wipes her face and walks to the Cafe*

Adrien: What took you so long Mari? I was starting to worry. *smiles at her*

Marinette: *cries* O-Oh nothing....just some threats that's all....

Adrien: Who threatened you?!

Marinette: C-Chloe and Sabrina.....

Adrien: *hugs her* It's ok Mari. Don't worry about Chloe. I'll make sure she doesn't do anything to you.

Marinette: Thanks Adrien.... *hugs back*

Chloe: *growls* Two can play it that game, Marinette Dupain Cheng....

*Lunch bell rings*

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Part 2 is coming soon. Tired so I gotta end it here plus I'm evil 😈

~LisannaStrauss2016