#and he asked me abt the things i already told him so i stayed silent again

[yohankang]

one of my exams today was so horrible i started crying lmao

[ihopeiexplode]

A/N: Hahahaha I won't delete this I won't delete this I won't delete this I won't delete this I won't delete this I won't delete this

A/N: idk how to feel abt this one

Boss!Sukuna Who: Was never fond of love. and never will be. well, unless it came to you of course

"You seriously only dated 3 people in your whole lifetime??"

"I just answered your question. yes, i only dated 3 people, how many more times do i have to repeat myself?"

"Booo you are so boring..."

"Have you dated anyone and stayed with them after a month?"

"..."

"Exactly. get back to work"

"Gee your no fun"

He'd watch as you walked away from him with a pout on your face, when were you suddenly so interested in his love life?

—

"Sooo what's your type in a woman then?"

"Are you just gonna keep following me to ask stupid questions?"

"and plus. why do you care?"

"Welll Valentine's day is right around the corner and you said you never dated anyone before sooo being the good employee I am I'm making sure you have someone to spend the day with !!"

ah, that's why, he never cared for such a useless holiday seeing how his past history with his partners never worked out well the first one cheated, the second one used him, and the third one just straight-up cut contact with no reason whatsoever

maybe that's why he was never fond of the concept of love and never will be, it's a useless thing and all it's gonna do is just hold you back down so why bother.

and plus, with the current generation, he doubts true love even exists.

"Not interested."

"Awhhh cmon give it a try"

the moment a sound escaped from your mouth he immediately flicked your head

"ouch...."

—

yet despite him not telling you a single thing, you still hadn't given up,

"Nanamii hii !!"

"hm?"

"Sooo you've known sukuna for quite awhile sooo like..."

"hm, what about it?"

"do you know what his type is?"

"...."

the moment the room fell silent you'd look around noticing how everyone just stared at you dumbfoundedly

"wait your serious?..."

"yes...?"

".... how oblivious are you..."

"What is that supposed to mean"

"I'm sure you can figure it out..."

—

Since none was willing to answer you, you just brought matters into your own hands! i mean what better way to look into sukunas past lovers!! maybe it'll help you figure out his preferences,

but oh how wrong you turned out to be...

every woman, even guys... you showed him, he turned down every one of them. how are you supposed to help him find a date if he keeps turning down everyone!

—

You'd be on the rooftop leaning over a railing as you took a puff of your cigarette, eventually, you heard the door behind you open, and when you turned to look who it was, it was no other than sukuna

he stood next to you grabbing out his own pack of cigarettes as he snatched the lighter from your hand and lit his cigarette up while the two of you stared down at the city, admiring the bright lights as the two of you watched in silence

eventually, you decided to speak up,

"how come you keep turning down everyone I set you up with?"

"I told you, I have no interest in them, they don't fit my type"

"See that's the problem! how am I supposed to help if you won't tell me what your type is?"

"i already like someone, so no need"

"what."

"YOU COULD'VE TOLD ME THAT SOONER"

"It's funny messing with you"

"I hate you"

"No, you dont,"

"Tch. whatever. but anyways, who do you even like?"

"You know them,"

"OH OH I KNOW THIS ONE"

with that, he just kept staring at you watching as you named everyone you knew, males included....?

by the time you were done, you were out of breath seeing how you said everything without breathing,

"Okay, so who is it?? I mentioned everyone I know"

"yeah but you didn't mention the person I like"

"I swear if the person you like is yourself..."

"want me to tell you?"

"PLEASE."

"There standing in front of me right now,"

"what? but I'm the one who's standing in front of you??"

"Exactly,"

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[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

Can I suggest a lewis hamilton fic where the reader is their teammate they've basically been through through thic and thin and they have an argument abt lewis not tell you abt going too ferrari and they confess their feelings and let their frustrations through sex??? (( THIS IS LITERALLY SOO MUCH TOO ASK FOR SO UF YOU CAN WRITE IT ITS FINEEE)) - anon 🌺

☽ LOST IN THE FIRE — lewis hamilton x reader

tags: smut, switching control, sexual tension, angry sex, dirty talk, age gap

note: first ff I write in a while, please y’all be kind with my english :3 hope you like it, I thirst way too much for this man

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The way the evening is ending is making you nervous and you’re not very good at hiding it. Well, you didn’t expect to discover the worst news possible in the middle of the after party of a fashion show in Paris and above all you didn’t expect to hear that from a stranger and not from the person concerned. Such person concerned is now driving you back to your Paris hotel because according to him you are “too upset” to take your own car.

Now, while you’re looking outside the window without saying a word, you hope he told someone to take your car to the hotel, or you swear to God you’re gonna scream to his face. You want to scream to his face so bad.

The city night lights are magical but you can’t think about anything that isn’t what you had just discovered. The atmosphere is awkwardly silent. Lewis is keeping his sight straight on the road, hands on the wheel. His profile is a picture you know way too well. It’s obvious he wants to say something. Anything.

“You know we’re still gonna see each other every week, right?”

“That’s not the point.”

He lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

“I’d rather not talk about it right now.”

“Then what do you wanna talk about?”

“Nothing.” You miss the awkward silence.

You already had arguments during your friendship/coworking/whatever that is, but never like that. That’s different. You feel hurt.

He finally reaches the hotel. He can’t stop right in front, so he parks in the next street. You open the door.

“I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to.”

He gets out of the car anyway. You’re not surprised he’s acting like a gentleman even when you’re so angry you could punch him. “It’s 2 AM and I won’t leave you alone.”

You walk alongside him, trying not to look at his open jacket. The fact that he’s wearing absolutely nothing under it isn’t helping. Damn this man and his impeccable fashion sense. “You weren’t so kind when you lied to me about your new contract.” At this point you don’t even care if people hear you argue.

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh right, you just forgot to tell me.”

“I was going to.”

“When? When you’re already driving a Ferrari car? Don’t worry I’m not colourblind.” Great, now you reached the point where you can’t keep your mouth closed. And he’s following you to your room because he’s just like you, he has to have the last word.

“Soon. And stop using that sarcastic tone with me, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Of course, my bad, you’re always right about everything. You’re so selfish and childish, running away from the things you love just because you’re scared.” You ask yourself if you’re provoking him too much. No, he deserves that. You’re about to open the door with the electronic key when he takes you wrist and pulls you away. He stands right between you and the door, preventing you from getting in. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m not scared, I don’t like to be ignored. You are the selfish one here, not trying to see things from my point of view. You think it’s so easy for me?” He’s raising his tone. He never did it with you and now you find yourself holding back the tears. “You can’t even imagine what does it mean to leave my team, to leave my friends, to leave… you. But I can’t stay anymore, it’s dragging me down and you know it.”

Those words touch your heart. You feel sorry for him but you just can’t forgive him. You simply can’t stand the thought of racing without him as your teammate. “Then why didn’t you tell me? We can fix this, we can make changes and…”

“I don’t want change, I want to be myself and I want to be listened to. I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want to hurt you. See, now you’re hurt and I don’t know what to do because…” You’re eyes are on him but he’s looking down. He’s still holding your wrist and you bet he feels your heartbeat going faster than him in a Mercedes. “Because I care about you and I don’t want to lose you.”

You try to release from his grasp but he pulls you close. “Well done, now you lost me.”

“You sure?”

“I hate you.”

He kisses you, immediately moving his other hand to your neck to pull you even closer. His dreads brush your shoulder. You try not to shake for the emotions filling you. You lose yourself in the kiss. You can’t think about anything else than your tongues tangled, so you completely forgot you’re still in the hallway. Lewis takes the electronic key from your hand and unlocks the door. He brings you in and closes it behind your back, pushing you on the door. It frustrates you that he always has you under his thumb, no matter how much effort you put into escaping it.

He wouldn’t force you to do anything, ever. You know that he will keep away his hands if you won’t make a move in that direction. However the moan you let slip makes him inevitably smile. You lick the gap between is teeth and proceed to kissing him more passionately.

He shouldn’t dare to laugh at you right now, not even if you’re probably about to explore each other bodies. You put your hands on his chest and push him on the wall of the bedroom so violently that you worry you’ve hurt him. Bold of you to even think you can hurt a F1 driver’s back. A seven times world champion F1 driver’s back.

Your hands travel under his jacket, brushing his nipples and causing him to hold his breath. His naked chest feels smooth. There’s no better feeling than having him finally in your hands. It’s a dream coming to reality.

“Oh you hate me so much.”

Can he read your thoughts? Or did he just say that because you’re mapping his upper body with your fingers? His kisses continue on your chin, then on your jaw and then on your neck. They’re soft yet so hot. You want to reply but you’re too worried to make another sound. His strong hands are now on your hips, they slide up to your waist, stroking it up and down, his mouth now reaching your naked shoulder and leaving marks on it.

He’s definitely now in control of the situation, as always. You want to regain it, but he’s good at making you melt under his palms. You want him in you so bad and you’ll have him. You take him by his jacket and drag him in front of the bed, quickly getting rid of his jacket. You push him on the white bed sheets, climb and sit on top of him. You can feel him hard.

He has the body and the face of a young god, he’s so flawless that makes your almost 20 years age difference look 0.

“Take off your clothes.” He commands.

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

You pin his hands on his sides and begin slightly moving your hips. His eyes turn to the ceiling for a moment and his breath becomes louder. “You can’t torture me like this.”

“I think you deserve that.”

You stop and sit back in his lap. He looks up at you with his dark bambi eyes. They’re the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life. You take a moment to appreciate the sculpted inked chest he likes posting on instagram so much, thinking about all the times you spent trying to hide how jealous those fuckboy pictures make you feel. Maybe the jokes you always make on the topic betray you.

“Does this mean you forgive me?”

You’re unsure about that, but what you’re definitely sure of is that you’re falling deeply in love with this man. Those puppy eyes are making you regret all the bad things you said to him.

That doesn’t change that you’re still mad. “We’ll see.”

He helps you unzip your dress, moving his hands across your back and slowly down on your ass, and you let him. The straps of your dress fall down on your arms and he stands in order to press his mouth on your collarbone. He takes your dress off, it falls down on the moquette. “I want you.” He gets rid of your bra and begins kissing your breasts like they’re the sweetest fruit on Earth. “I want you so bad.”

Years of friendship colliding into that moment. You want to shout, insult him, hurt him because it hurts you so much watching him leave, but the only words that escape from your mouth are: “L-Lewis I–“. You bite your bottom lip.

You can see through his pleased smirk that he couldn’t wait to make you eat that “I hate you”.

He takes advantage of your moment of weakness to take back control. He flips your positions and frees you both from the last clothes. God, his arms are perfect. “Open wide for me, darling.” His hands on your thighs are making you unable to speak. “Good, just like that.” He licks his lips at the sight of your wetness.

You can’t take it anymore. “Stop playing Lewis, just… just do it.”

He bends over you, a few centimetres from your mouth. “Pretty please?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

And so he does.

[littlestarbigsky]

outsiders week - sodapop

my first offering for outsiders week ahhhh tysm @outsidersweek for setting this up����💛💛

the prompt for monday was cherry and i didn’t finish it in time lol BUT the prompt for tuesday is soda and i was already writing a cherrycola fic for cherry so ig it worked out (however nobody ask me abt the timeline here tho i genuinely don’t know lmao) i do have a darry fic ready for tomorrow tho and i’m SO excited for it

so anyways here’s some cherrycola after a rumble ;)

cherry was silently very grateful that neither of her parents ever really cared to check on her. it made it worlds easier when her boyfriend would show up outside her window, wanting a kiss, wanting to cuddle, or in this case, wanting to be loved on after a rumble.

it was nearing midnight, and cherry had been getting ahead on some homework when soda had tapped on her window, soaking wet and covered in blood.

cherry bolted over to the window to let him in, “oh my god, are you alright?”

“yeah, rumble,” soda gasped, rainwater mixing with the sweat and blood dripping down his face.

she grabbed his shoulder and shoved him into the room, not caring too much if he got the carpet wet. he leaned up against the wall, hissing slightly in pain. cherry marched over to her bathroom and grabbed an old towel, throwing it to him so he could start to dry off.

“i’m sorry,” he called from the floor.

“for what?” cherry asked, even though she knew where it was going.

soda hesitated for a second, and she knew he was fiddling with his hands like he always did when he was anxious, “for fighting. i know you hate it.”

she reached into the cabinet under her vanity where she kept her stash of soda’s things and grabbed him a fresh set of clothing.

“get in here, you need to change and i want to look at that,” cherry instructed, pointing at the gash on soda’s cheek that she could see now that his face was mostly dry.

he pushed himself off the ground and stumbled over to the bathroom, clearly favoring the leg he had injured at a rodeo some time ago. he stopped in front of her and she took the towel from him, drying his hair gently and skillfully avoiding the cuts on his face.

“there you go, no more grease,” she smiled, shoving the clothes into his arms and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “change and throw the clothes in the tub to soak out the stains. then we’ll get that handsome face of yours sorted out.”

she hopped up onto the sink and watched him as he started to strip off his soaking clothes, looking for bruises and where he was holding himself gingerly, watching if there was anything he was going to try to hide. from what cherry could tell, his bad knee was bothering him, there was some pretty nasty bruising around his ribs, and a few cuts and bruises here and there, but nothing that seemed worth truly panicking over.

he turned around after he’d pulled the sweatpants on, ready to grab his shirt from the sink, but cherry caught him before he could put it on.

“i don’t wanna get anything on your shirt,” she grabbed the first aid kit that was sitting next to her. “hold still, this might sting a little bit.”

she worked slowly, rinsing the cut out with saline and alcohol before placing a few butterfly bandages to help it heal, muttering apologies when he would clench his jaw or he would tense up.

when she finished, she handed his shirt to him and told him to stay put while she went to get some ice. cherry could tell they hadn’t won, and soda was clearly in his head about it. if they had won, he would have been celebrating with the gang at the dingo and not coming to seek comfort all the way across town. she could deal with that later, for now, she was focused on getting him comfortable. she came back to find soda standing in front of the sink and staring bleakly into the mirror.

“i can hear those little voices in your head being mean to you,” she teased, hooking her chin over his shoulder to look at the both of them in the mirror. “i’m not mad at you for fighting, baby.”

“i know,” he sighed, his breath catching in his throat.

she pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder, “but something is still bothering you.”

he sighed again and bit the inside of his cheek. cherry tapped on one of his hips to get him to turn around. she gently held his face in her hands and forced him to look into her eyes before kissing him sweetly, “let’s go lay down.”

he flopped down on her bed, pulling his favorite blanket of hers from the basket where it was neatly rolled up and spread it over the bed before crawling under the covers. cherry changed into her pajamas quickly before slipping in beside him and helping him to position the ice packs on his bad knee and his ribs.

“alright,” she laid on her side facing soda, giving him access to her in whatever way he needed. she gently brushed the hair off his forehead, “what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“i could have done more,” soda frowned. “in the rumble, i was too busy worryin’ about pony and johnny. i don’t know, maybe if i’d paid better attention, maybe we would have come out of it a little better off.”

“there’s nothing wrong with that, sweetheart,” cherry said quietly. “you were worried about your brother. that’s not letting anyone down, that’s you being a good brother. what if one of them did get hurt?”

“but they were fine…” he continued miserably. “they ganged up on one guy like they always do and they know how to keep each other safe, and curly was there to get them out of trouble if they needed it. they didn’t need me.”

“hey,” cherry cupped his face in one hand and his brown eyes met hers. “you did everything right. you did exactly what you were supposed to do. and even if it’s not what you would have done if you could do it over again, ponyboy and johnny were safe, and you would have been the first to know if they weren’t. it’s just a rumble, there will be another one. i’m proud of you for looking out for your family, baby, i wish i had someone who worried about me the way you worry about ponyboy. it just means you really love him. you can’t beat yourself up for caring about people.”

soda turned his head and kissed her hand gently, tears welling in his eyes.

“c’mere, baby,” cherry opened her arms up and he all but launched himself at her.

a few seconds later, she could feel the tears on her collarbone, which only led her to hold him tighter. he was so exhausted, physically from fighting, from having to get all the way over to her place, from having to keep himself together for so long. he was like an overtired toddler, clinging to her like his life depended on it and crying out all of his feelings. she never minded when soda cried, though, why should she?

“it’s okay,” she hushed as she ran her fingers through his hair. “you don’t need to be strong for anyone. it’s just you and me. just breathe, that’s all you have to do right now. just be right here with me and it’ll all be okay.”

eventually, the small sobs subsided and when he looked up, his eyes were puffy and it sounded like he had a bad headcold when he spoke.

“thank you,” he sniffled. “i’m sorry for-”

“don’t,” cherry cut him off. “don’t you dare apologize. you have got nothing to be sorry for.”

soda cracked a little smile, “i still kinda want to say it.”

she giggled and kissed him gently, whispering, “get some rest, i know you’re tired and you need it.”

he snuggled down into the blankets and pulled himself closer to cherry, “i love you, honey.”

cherry tried her best to ignore the blush across her cheeks as he used his family’s go-to endearment and it only made her feel more sure that he was going to be okay.

she hugged him close to her and pressed a few kisses to his soft and damp hair, already feeling him getting drowsy, “i love you, too, coca-cola.”

[barcalover86]

Heyyyyy

I was wondering if u can make a story abt reader has daddy issues like her dad is abusive and really mean with her? Also how her mom does care at all and that she only wants reader to be perfect and she thinks that she’s a disappointment but when Gavi (your boyfriend) came to dinner at readers parents house he was disgusted by how they treat u?

It will mean so much if u write this bc I have dealt w something simular

Daddy issues

I'm so sorry that you are going through this! Stay strong! Much love to you.

If you don't like this type of stuff or if you are sensible! Do NOT read it!

I'm sorry for everyone that has to deal with this. NO ONE deserves it!

"Are you sure you want to meet them?"

"Yes, cariño. I really wanna know your parents." Gavi told you.

"Then today at 6 it will be alright."

Pablo was begging you to introduce him to your parents for some weeks. You knew since the beginning that this is not a good idea, but Gavi sometimes doesn't stop until he gets what he wants.

Now you've got home and you went directly to your parents to ask if Pablo can join you to your dinner tonight.

They found out months after that you were in a relationship with a football player and they didn't like this much. He was too good for you, and you won't be anything in this life by his side.

"Are you that stupid, y/n!?" said your father.

You sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long talk.

"Please, papa. I already told him that he can come."

"Don't 'papa' me! You don't deserve to call me your father, understood?"

"Yes."

"I can't believe how you invited someone over without asking me first!"

"You would have said no! He really wants to meet you. Do you think that it is also my pleasure? I don't want to eat with you!"

"Don't you dare talk with me like that! I'm your father, you have to respect me!"

"Oh, so now I'm your father then?"

Right now, he got super angry and started to throw things on the floor. You flinched a little, which made him chuckle sarcastically.

"10 minutes. That's all I'm asking for." you finally said.

He looked at you for some seconds before agreeing.

"Only because I really wanna see how much money does this kid has."

You rolled your eyes before going to your room texting Pablo that you talked with your father and he agreed. You didn't say much details.

Gavi knew you had a complicated relationship with your parents, but you never told him how hard and bad it is. You never told him the nights that you would cry because he would come drunk home and start to shout at you for no reason. How your mother was afraid to stop him. She never took your side. She was barely there for you.

After some time she started to say bad things to you. How you disappointed her in this life and how you will be homeless after she will die.

It was really hard, but you were strong. Every time you dealt with it. Tonight is not going to be different.

Gavi was asking you what to wear and after some good minutes spent together, you chose a nice and perfect outfit for a family dinner.

You got dressed into a pretty black dress.

When Pablo knocked at your door, you smiled and opened it for him.

"Hola, amor!" he said before giving you a sweet kiss on your lips. "You are so beautiful, cariño."

You smiled at his compliment before guiding him to your parents.

You mouthed a "be nice" to them when your boyfriend introduced himself, and you hoped that this will be a calm night.

Your father was really nice to Pablo and your mother as well. Of course, they were acting. They only wanted his money.

"I'm sorry if my daughter is sometimes.." he looked at you "a disappointment."

Pablo look at you then at your father before raising his eyebrows.

"What!? No, she is not a disappointment. She is the perfect girl for me. There is no need to be concerned about this stuff. She treats me so well."

Pablo tried to make you say something, but you didn't. Why were you silent?

"I really like you boy and trust me when I say this. You really deserve better."

Gavi was shocked. He held your hand before talking again.

"Why do you say that?"

"She just can't do nothing. Stays all the time in her room, isn't productive. Doesn't have any talents and she is completely useless."

"How can you say such things to your daughter, señor!?"

"I just want to help you get rid of her."

"What? I don't want to get rid of her at all! And just so you know, she is-"

"Stop it, Pablo." you said before he could continue.

"No, I won't stop he can't talk-"

"It's alright, ok? Just eat." you said and he was shocked, confused..and hurt.

How could your father talk to his daughter like that. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up, held your hand and said that you two are going to his home.

"What, Pablo, no-"

"Oh, yes. You can't stay here."

"You are not taking my daughter anywhere! She will stay here with her parents!" your mother spoke for the first time tonight.

"Oh, you are not her parents! You can't talk about her like that in front of me!"

When you stood up to leave with your boyfriend, you accidentally hit a glass of wine and it spilled all over the white table. Your parents got angry.

"See!? She is no good! She can't do anything right! If you leave then you won't be my daughter! I'll forget you, you piece of shit!"

"She was never your daughter, señor. Never!"

And with that, Pablo took you to his house.

You didn't want to cry. You wanted to be strong..

It was hard to leave your parents. They were still the people who gave you food and learned how to walk. They weren't good people, but leaving the house where you grew.. it hit you hard.

"They don't deserve you, cariño. I'm so, so sorry. You had to tell me-"

"It's alright, I swear. I'm used to it."

"Please, tell me what did they do to you. All this years where I couldn't be by your side. What did they do to my sweet girl?"

You told everything. All your problems with him. He was by your side, telling you how he loves you and how you are not a disappointment at all. How all they said to you all this years, wasn't true. Not even a bit.

You cried in his arms, speaking your heart to him.

Since then, Pablo promised himself to be there with you. He took you to his family and showed you how true parents are.

They treated you just like their second daughter, and after some time, when you managed to heal, leaving your parents and finding your family was the best decision you've ever done.

"I love you.."

"I love you too, my sweet girl!"

No one is a disappointment!!!!!!

[tubbytarchia]

i think a lot about scott in regards to both jimmy and pearl. like. i feel like not a lot of scott fans want to talk abt the fact that he’s actually very clever and manipulative and cowardly and just not very good!!

and it’s just something abt the fact that jimmy and pearl are some of the most loyal and loving people on earth. and yet they didn’t want him back. when scott asked jimmy to kill tango of all people. he said you should run. when he told jimmy to say i love you he said you have 30 seconds. and then it happened again. in secret life he told pearl he loved her and she wouldn’t say it back

i am just so in love with it. the fact that scott used jimmy and pearl and then tried to win them back after they didn’t need him anymore. the fact that he left his first two beloved partners in the series with a permanent bad taste in their mouth. i think he changed both their characters irreversibly and that they did the same to him and i needddd jimmy and pearl to talk about it

Yeees anon YESSSSSS you understand...

It's nothing I haven't expressed already, but the combination of serious topics like manipulation attributed to a minecraft series and Scott being the culprit of it makes it kinda taboo to talk about for a lot of people so I'm not surprised that people don't! (Scott being part of LGBTQ and thus attributing negative traits to his character makes you "insensitive" and such, unless you turn it into an AU lol, then it's fine apparently) And if these people are here just for something carefree and the CCs more than the characters, that's absolutely fine! And as I've also said before, Scott is a very compelling character to me and I absolutely don't hate him no matter the things I think he's done to change Jimmy and Pearl for the worse. I wanna know who hurt him...

But as far as my perception goes of the characters etc, yeah, it's this. Scott is terribly clever and skilled and frightfully good at manipulating whether he always intends to or not (he's more or less admitted to it anyhow). He's not often explicit but the kind of language he uses around Jimmy makes Jimmy feel talked down to, or that he's to blame for things, etc, and then sweetens it up with claims of caring. Statements that basically go "I do this for your own good" and such. He was obviously more explicit about it with Pearl but that doesn't make it any better haha

Jimmy's attitude towards Scott after third life is such an interesting thing to analyze and I'm so happy of his feelings manifesting more. In Double Life Scott had it out for the ranch and ofc Jimmy did what he could to defend the ranch's image etc, but oh boy, the LimL "you have 30 seconds" moment... Also when Jimmy was about to kill Scott for the time that Scott promised him, Scott said "I love you" again and "it's fine even though you didn't say it back" (paraphrasing) and Jimmy just fucking stays silent before going "appreciate it" and shooting him. Very fire of him. That made me so happy lmao. And him taking gradual enjoyment out of hitting Scott in Secret Life (as he deserves to). And the further moments you brought up, and now what happened in Real Life even if it was a one-off SMP. I hope he keeps going like this lol

There is the time in Secret Life where Jimmy seems to project onto Pearl in telling her to attack Skizz and be mean about it, sigh..m they just need to sit down and talk. I need this so desperately. They just need to get talking and it'll all work out from there, they can do it, I believe in them...

Either way both of them refusing Scott's approaches is the best thing ever. Scott should team up with people like Gem more instead who aren't affected by his bullshit anyway and also just make for fun dynamics

[a-cat-in-toffee]

I originally wanted to talk a bit about Wight and David, and Wight's first "death" because some things have had me thinking abt them but! turned into general wight backstroy talk. <3 warning for discussion of gore and blood and generally wight having a Bad Fucking Time. MUCH LONGER THAN I MEANT FOR IT TO BE, AS THEY ALWAYS ARE....

so Wight and David have the normal distance and weird William and David relationship growing up. They're not close but they're not exactly hostile, y'know? They're less like family and more like acquaintances.

But then William dies. He gets in an argument with his parents and runs off into the woods to try to calm himself down, despite the rain. He slips and falls and falls into the chaos zone and his body and brain get all fucked up. It's still raining by the time he first comes back, not exactly knowing how to deal with the chaos in his body.

He's scared, he's bleeding, and he can tell something about him is wrong. It's dark out but he tries desperately to get home, stumbling through the forest until he gets back. It's hours later than he had left. He manages to get himself into his bathroom, finally seeing the gash giant gash on his face.

Now, head wounds bleed more than anywhere else, but he doesnt know that. He's freaking out. The skin itself is coming apart. So he searches for the first thing he can find, grabbing a stapler and stapling the pieces of his face together.  It doesn't help, even as he tries desperately to clean up the blood.

His parents are asleep, and besides, he can't go to them with this. He's not sure he can ever go to them again. does it make sense? not really, but in that moment its what he's convinced of.

David, though. David, for some reason, he decides he can go to.

He calls David, asking him to pick him up, still very much so freaking out. When David comes to get him he's hellbent on getting William to a hospital, but that just makes him freak out more He's wrong. there's something wrong with him, they can't know.

So David manages to get William back to his apartment, gets a towel around his shoulders and some of his wounds fixed up. Whatever William did to his face seemed to have worked, but it certainly wasn't pretty. William notices the way David keeps wincing when he looks over.

William lives with David for a few tense days, before he can't take it anymore and runs away. He had honestly assumed David had told their parents where he was, and only found out he had been declared missing, and later dead, further down the line.

Wight lives on the streets for a long fucking while, going through crisis after crisis as he starts building up his personal around him. lashing out and feeling out his powers, forcing himself not to be scared of them. But he's fucking terrified.

But he still doesn't know how to control them, not exactly. Something goes wrong, and something goes up in flames. People die, and a warrant is put out for his arrest as a powered individual. He stays on the run for a few months, figuring out how to use his powers and building up his reputation, until he's inevitably caught.

It doesn't matter, though, by the time he arrives at rockfall supermax he's already settled into being Wight. He has to be calm, he has to be in control, he has to be so manipulative. It's the only way someone like him would survive, afterall. He's had that proved to him over and over again.

David knows. David knows that Wight is William, and Wight is beyond angry when he finds out, because not once did David try to step in or help him. Just silently observed while the people who should have saved him and helped him manage this horrible thing that happened to him lumped him in with villains and murderers and threw him in prison. All of them failed him, why should he have any sympathy for them?

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Angel

Warning: talks abt sh

Will Solace crept through the night silently, he was planning to surprise Nico. They hadn't had much time alone since Will was stuck working in the infirmary; he reached the door and heard sobbing. Something had happened. Nico was the only one here; he's already gone through so much, why does the world want to see him suffer. Will wondered; he opened the door without making a noise as he saw the figure of Nico di Angelo sitting on his bed crying. Will walk forward and sat down next to his boyfriend, he saw the small blade in his hand and the blood covering his arms. Will took the blade from his and placed it on the table next to him,

"Angel what happened?" Will asked softly hiding the panic and fear in his voice, Nico couldn't speak, he just shook as tears ran down his face. Will hugged him and kissed his forehead, "Angel, you are the best part of my life. What happened love?" He whispered in his ear, hardly able to stop his voice from shaking. He brushed his hands though Nico's hair until his breathing evened, he still didn't talk but soon he fell asleep on Will. He probably need some sleep, Will thought to himself, Nico looked like he hadn't slept in days, he probably hadn't .

Will didn't sleep that night, he watched over Nico gently stroking his hair the whole night, when some light shined into the cabin Will properly looked at Nico. His arms had stopped bleeding but he saw just how bad it was, how long had this been happening? He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed, he'd been so busy trying to treat everyone in the infirmary he hadn't realised. Will plunged into guilt, what if it was his fault? Nico had always loved his Aviator jacket but Will hadn't realised it's been weeks maybe months that he wasn't seen without even when it was 104°, how was he only finding out now? Will prayed to ever God he could remember that Nico would be okay; he checked his watch 10:47am. He knew he was going to get in a lot of trouble for being late to the infirmary but right now he didn't care, he would stay here until Nico was okay, no matter how long it took. Nico woke up at 1:32am,

"Sunshine why are you here? What time is it?" Nico glanced down and realise Will had seen his arm, he thought about how mad Will would be and started shaking. He expected Will to leave, but all he did was wrap his arms around Nico.

"Angel breathe, I'll always be here for you love. I know you've gone to Hell and back love but you have so much left to live for." Will said softly holding Nico tighter,

"I'm cursed. My whole life has been Hell, my sister died, I was talking ghosts for years, I've fought so much yet everyone still acts like I'm evil, like I'm going to turn around and burn this place down the first chance I get. You're the only good part of my life, and every single time you talk to me I feel like you deserve someone, anyone better than me, I killed Octavian Sol, I don't know why you still talk to me." Nico broke down into tears,

"Nico, love, I promise you aren't cursed. Angel I love you, there is no one better." Will said holding Nico's face in his hands,"How long has this been happening love?" dropping one hand to pick up Nico's arm, he ran his fingers over the cuts singing softly so they heal.

"F..four months...." Nico stuttered softly, "I'm sorry it's jus-" Will put a finger over his mouth "Angel you don't have to apologise, I just wish you told me. I wish I had talked to you earlier and tried to help." Will said, failing to keep his tone even,"Will, I didn't want to distract you. You're busy all day in the infirmary the last thing you need is more to do!" Nico started to sob again,

"Angel, I'll always have time for you. Please, please tell me if you ever want to do it again love, promise me you'll tell me." Will said kissing him softly,

"Sol I love you, and I promise I'll tell you, on the river of Styx." He whispered in an almost stable voice.

"I love you too Nic" Will said, kissing him one last time before they both fell asleep on each other. The next morning as they both awoke Nico whispered,

“Sunshine, please don’t tell anyone, including Hazel” still grasping Will’s hand from the night before.

“Of course love,” Will said stroking Nico’s hair and wrapping it around his fingers.

“I’ll tell her eventually but right now I just can't," Nico responded in a soft sob.

"Angel, take as long as you need. I love you so much," Will says kissing him softly.

"Sunshine I love you too," Nico said quietly, then slowly humming you are my sunshine while putting tiny braids in Will's hair. They just sit there without talking for a few hours.

"Sunshine?" Nico asked,

"Yeah Angel?" Will responded brightly

"It's almost 6pm, won't you get in trouble?" He asked cautiously "You've spent two days here, they probably know where we are but don't you need to be at the infirmary?" Will brushed a lock of Nico's hair behind his ear,

"Nic, there are other people. They'll be fine without me for two day, I've missed you. Also when was the last time you ate or drank water? At least two days ago, I know that much. Angel I think we have to leave your cabin at some point if we don't want to die here." Nico leans up firmly kissing him, Nico's lips felt cold against his but they were soft. Will puts his hand in Nico's hair, it was tangled but still soft running down to his shoulders. Half the time it wa covering his face, so much so that Will now had a habit of putting hair ties on his wrist since Nico always forgot to bring them. Will was warm and almost glowing, Nico had one hand through his hair feeling through the soft, blonde, light curls that looked like they were shining in the sun. After twenty second's they broke the kiss,

"We can worry about health later love." Nico whispers in his ear sinking into another kiss. After they break the kiss Will starts kissing his neck softly and brushing his thumb over Nico's hand, by now they had given up on sitting and we're laying on the bed with Will practically on top on Nico. He blushed violently as the blonde boy kissed his neck gently, it all ended too quickly in his mind as the clock reached six and this time Will was insistent on him eating something.

As they finally walked out of the cabin Percy said,

"Finally the lovebirds came out, we almost sent Jason on a mission to give you food. We weren't sure if you were ever planning to come out of there." Nico laughed back

"Well we have emerged from the..-mysterious place of cabin 13." Percy flashed him an almost relived smile like he was glad that he was joking with him. They walk over to the Hades table, "Don't you have to sit with the rest of the Apollo kids?" Nico wondered,

"Oh, because I've just been so amazing at following the rules Angel." Will grinned back, giving Nico a small kiss. Most of the tables exploded, especially the Aphrodite kids. And from the corner of his eye Nico say Annabeth looking at him proudly as well as a bunch of people handing Piper money while she had an 'I told you so' look. The two boys just sat down laughing holding each other and from that moment Nico knew that whatever happened, as long as Will Solace was with him he would be okay.

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Notes:

I really hope you liked it

This is the first ficlet I'm putting on Tumblr so wish me luck lol

I wrote this between the times of 11pm-1am so please ignore the bad spelling, I think I relied of autocorrect for most of the spelling lol

Xx

[idealspawn]

im so happy. im so happy i barely even come on tumblr anymore... i met up w the guy im seeing. he kissed me when we were sitting on a large swing :D he told me he actually already wanted to kiss me the last time we were together. we also went out to eat. i let him pick what i ordered and got the bar to make me a surprise drink so it would be fun and challenge my ed. they made a cucumber tom collins w reduced sugar(the only instruction i gave them was to not make the drink too sweet bc i dont like sweet things all that much). and!! tom collins is my fav cocktail btw!! :DD. ate a vegan burger and fries. which is also pretty cool bc i avoid bread generally. but i didnt die and it was so good. we walked around a lot and then climbed on top of this climbing pyramid?? at a playground. we lied down and just talked. i was supposed to go back to my sister's place but he asked if i wanted to stay over at his for a while. he sang to me and played his guitar and showed his cool posters and told me the stories behind them. our first KISS KISS like make out kiss was so cute too... he played a song i knew but had weird memories attached to it. i told him im glad im making new ones w it. when the chorus came on he spontaneously kissed me :D we stayed silent w our foreheads touching till the end of the song. now i can associate the song w good memories :D we cuddled and kissed a lot. i ended up accidentally falling asleep and my sister thought sth had happened to me bc my battery had died too. but it was so nice. it was all so innocent and had no implications that it had to go any further than cuddling and kisses. we were all over eachother and tbh i dont think ive ever felt this comfortable w physical touch w anyone else before. he looks at me w such adoration too.. its so sweet. he said he has discovered so much good music from looking at my spotify which is cute.. our shared playlist now shows that the songs only i listened to before are the songs in common to us. thats sweet... he is so gentle and vulnerable and open. and he likes my quirks and doesnt view them as weird. lol i have that neurodivergent rizz. no but truly. so much more happened. i wish i could talk abt everything but im so exhausted i havent slept at all for the past week bc ive been so busy w diff events. saw my ex at this one party btw. she made long awkward eye contact w me but i looked away very fast but i saw from the corner of my eye that she didnt. at the last party the roles were reversed, i couldnt stop staring at her but she broke the eye contact fast. cool to know im over her completely now. anyway, im in such a great mood that i dont think even she can ruin it. she didnt look like she was having a great time and im glad. i had so much fun and i now think she truly did me a favour by leaving me. i have glow-upped so much and she hasnt. :) i feel so loved by everyone. i cant wait to meet up w the guy again next week. we have so many fun things planned. i cant stop thinking about our goodbye kiss. it was so passionate :D and our chemistry is so good. like truly one of the best. i layed my head on his chest and listened to his heart beating. when i wrapped my arm around him i felt how his heart started beating extremely fast. it was so adorable. :) we have so much in common too, its insane. like literally already starting from our childhood.

[ask-sarah-and-co]

part 3! (only abt 1200 words!)

1 / 2 / 3 (you’re here) / epilogue

It was a week until Chloe could catch up with Sarah again.

A full week of tailing the boys as they did many ridiculous things.

When she finally saw her again, she and Hugh were standing together at the Castelia docks, watching the sunset. She snuck closer to hear what they were saying, but she soon realized she wasn’t the only one watching them.

“What’s the twerp doing here?! I thought we were on vacation and getting away from him!” A nasally voice complained.

“That doesn’t matter. We could use this opportunity to get some powerful pokemon for the boss!” A female voice excitedly whispered.

“Isn’t that the twerpette from Sinnoh?” Another male voice pointed out.

The three voices drowned out anything Sarah and Hugh were saying.

She turned and glared at Team Rocket. “Can you guys shut up?! They’re on a date and I’m eavesdropping!”

The three immediately quieted and peeked at the duo, eyeing the spiky haired trainer. “The twerp is cheating? What happened to the red twerp?” Meowth glanced at the other two trainers. They then exchanged a few looks and collectively decided that they should jump out from behind the bench.

“PREPARE FOR TROUB- oh.”

(rewind to before chloe arrived)

“You have a younger sister?” Sarah and Hugh watched the sunset together, standing close to each other.

“Yeah.”

“Her purrloin was stolen right? By Team Plasma?” She winced when Hugh’s smile started to falter.

“Right…” He then turned to Sarah. “I told you about my goals, right?”

Sarah shook her head, gesturing for him to continue.

“I’m gonna stop Team Plasma from ever stealing another pokemon and save purrloin!” He clenched his fists tight. “I’ll never stop chasing them. I don’t care how long it takes.”

“I’ll help you.” Hugh turned to Sarah instinctively. “I want you to know that you can lean on me. I’ll lend you my strength anytime.” She smiled. “We’re rivals, friends, and partners right? We have to do this together.”

Hugh placed his hand on her shoulder, then hugged her out of nowhere. “We’ll find purrloin together. We’ll stop Team Plasma together. As a team. I’ll count on you, and you on me.” They stayed close for a few minutes before separating. 

They were both silent until Hugh suddenly asked, “I know you have a sister, what’s she like?”

“Well,” Sarah grinned. “She’s annoying, but she is caring and sweet. Sometimes. I guess…” Sarah shrugged, “She’s weird.”

“Does she have any pokemon yet?”

“Just a skitty I caught for her.” She was silent for a few seconds. “You know, I just realized how perfect skitty is for her.” When Hugh looked at her confused, she stifled a laugh. “Because of how catty she drives me.” She burst out laughing as Hugh chuckled.

“You’re so bad,” He soon was laughing with her. “Just shut up.” 

“Make me.” She didn’t seem to realize what she said until they both fell silent.

She then blushed bright scarlet and glanced at Hugh, who was pink.

“…Do you want me to?” His voice was so quiet, she thought that sentence was imagined.

She didn’t say anything right away. “…Yeah. I do…”  She stepped closer to him, as he cupped her face with his hands. Her hands were soon buried in his hair. He leaned closer and shut his eyes, Sarah following suit. She felt the slightest touch of their lips before a shout made them jump apart.

“PREPARE FOR TROUB- oh.”

The four trainers and meowth stared at each other awkwardly, as Chloe came out from behind the bench too.

“I’M SO SORRY, I tried to stop them and-”

She was interrupted by an actual growl from Hugh.

“Do you know these people Sarah?!”

“I know all of them, but Chloe’s mi amigo.” She pointed at the girl, who waved guiltily. Sarah then grinned wickedly. “I’ll help you beat Team Rocket.”

Sarah heard Hugh mutter “They’re going to feel my rage…” as he sent out his bouffalant. She tossed out her lucario, Anubis, and was prepared to mega evolve him.

“Come on, Team Rocket! Call down your weird gacha machine already!” 

James and Jessie shared a look. They seemed to be debating what to do telepathically, but their pelipper flew over dropped the machine anyways. They inserted meowth and called out their pokemon, tyranitar and hydreigon.

“You’re gonna use my own pokemon against me?” Sarah grinned. “Now you’re really in for a fight!” She unclipped the key stone from her bag and held it high. “Anubis, mega evolve!”

She then commanded her pokemon to use a drain punch on the hydreigon and knocked it out in one blow. “Tyranitar is all yours, Hugh!” The trainer in question grinned.

“Bouffalant, close combat! Give it all you’ve got!” His partner charged towards the opposing pokemon and knocked it out quickly. The two pokemon were recalled and Team Rocket looked really nervous now.

“Oh, would you look at the time,” James grabbed his two teammates, ignoring their protests, and started running away. “Neither of you are twerps so we’re gonna go, goodbye.”

Hugh almost chased after them, but Sarah stopped him. “They’re not worth your time.”

“You’re not going to do any of that to me, are you?” Chloe stepped back nervously.

When everything calmed down, Chloe said she was going to regroup with the boys. “I’ll leave you guys to what you were doing before.” She teased the two mercilessly, and seemed like she wanted to stay longer, but soon was gone too.

“So, what were we doing again?” Sarah returned Anubis to his pokeball, after a quick fist bump with the jackal pokemon.

“We were about to… y’know…” Hugh blushed, his face reddening even more when his bouffalant gave him a playful headbutt towards Sarah. “You too?” He scowled at the buffalo, who seemed to laugh, before returning the pokemon to his pokeball.

“So…” Sarah fidgeted awkwardly. “Do you want to continue… that… or was the moment ruined?”

“It was definitely ruined.” Hugh then took her hand (the gloveless one) and placed a gentle kiss on it. He was definitely contradicting his own statement.

“But I do owe you one,” He was fiddling with the collar of his jacket. “So how about we find purrloin, then work this out?”

Sarah took a minute to respond, stunned by his action. “Okay. Wow. Now you’re just motivating me to find purrloin faster.” 

Sarah then remembered something.

“Could you wait a second? I have something for you.” At his nod, she dug around in her bag pulling out a white disk, a pokemon box link. It separated in two and revealed rows of pokeballs. He watched her pick one and hold it in her hand as she closed the box link.

“Do you know the Galarian tradition?” Sarah didn’t look away from the pokeball, which he now noticed was a love ball. She then released the pokemon and held it out to him.

“I don’t.” He took the pokemon gently.

“You give an applin to someone you want to date. So, Hugh, do you want to-”

“Yes!” He immediately blurted his answer.

Sarah just laughed as his face burned, tossing him the pokeball for applin.

“Here, take this too.” She gave him a greenish apple. “If the little guy wants to evolve.” He returned applin to his pokeball and pocketed both.

“Thank you,” He smirked flirtatiously, “I really owe you now.”

She blushed furiously, “Just shut up.”

“All in good time.” 

[rafescoke]

Maybank ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

Request: how about y/n is jj’s older sister and shes dating rafe but they keep it a secret bcs rafe is a dick he doesn’t want to be seen w a pogue. jj knows that his sister is dating rafe and he kinda hates rafe for keeping they relationship as a secret. then sarah threw a party n invited the pogues n they play truth or dare n a random kook dared rafe to sniff coke on some random girl’s belly n rafe accepted it without thinking abt what y/n thinks n they fight @rafeswh0ree

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Rafe would do anything to protect his title, even if it causes the girl he loves to stray away. 

Warnings: Pure angst, mentions of substance!

A/N: you know the drill. . . send requests! 

(Y/N) doesn’t want to remember the day her little brother found out about her relationship with a certain kook prince.

Being a year younger than (Y/N), it’s funny how he acts like a total older brother to her; always so protective, and not letting any boys touch her.

It was a Friday, and (Y/N) had sneaked out to meet Rafe by the beach. The night sky was almost perfect; the moon was illuminating them, and the waves were calming.

Rafe pressed a kiss against her lips, mumbling how much he loves her when the sound of a backpack hitting the soft sand startled them.

“What the fuck?”

(Y/N) scampered from Rafe, fixing her fallen top and running towards JJ who was already making his way back to his bike. His eyebrows were furrowed, his heart banging.

(Y/N) pulled his shoulder, “JJ, stop. It’s not what you think!”

“Wait, wait, what do you mean? Did he drown and you had to give him CPR?” He scoffed, prying his shoulders away and walking backward slowly. “This is so low of you, (Y/N). Fuck.”

JJ noticed that something was different with his sister a few months ago. The sneaky texts under the table, the sudden smile at her phone screen. . . he had thought of the actions as nothing more than (Y/N) contacting her friends.

And when he saw her in Figure 8 two weeks ago, in a fancy restaurant he works part-time in, she had told him that her new friend had brought her there.

As if she would ever have a kook friend.

Of course it wasn’t a kook friend. It was a kook boyfriend.

“JJ, please! Why are you like this?”

JJ turned his heels to look at (Y/N) properly. His nostrils were flaring, and his eyes were wild. Trying to contain his anger, “Your fucking boyfriend is a drug addict and I’m not letting you date someone who choked my friends before!”

He waited, and extended his hands. “It’s me or Rafe. Stay if you want to stay with him, and come with me if you want to come back home.”

“You’re crazy,” she whispered, letting a tear rolled down her cheeks. She thought of many scenarios where JJ will eventually find out about her and Rafe, but this wasn’t in her list.

“Me or Rafe.”

(Y/N) remembers exactly the way JJ walked away disappointedly, his head hanging low and his hands balled up in a fist.

It took her weeks to regain JJ’s trust and fix their relationship, and though JJ still hasn’t accepted Rafe, he’s okay. He’s quiet, sometimes seething at the boy, but he knows how much (Y/N) loves him.

“Hey,” Rafe smiles, placing a kiss directly on her cheeks. Her hot body from the scorching sun slowly tempers down, and she melts into his touch.

Pulling him close, she nestles into his chest. “Sarah’s having a party tonight.”

“Yeah? You’re coming?”

“We’re coming, Rafe,” she sighs. The sprinkling water from the fast motion of the boat hits her on her face, and she wipes them away before looking up to this handsome face.

She rubs her thumb against his cheeks, feeling him soften. “If I ask you something, can you not be mad?”

“Is this about letting everyone know about us?” He asks, his hands resting above her hips. He removes them and wraps his face, sighing.

(Y/N) bites her lips, already knowing the answer to her question. “Never mind.”

“We talked about this, (Y/N).”

“I know, so I’m not going to fight with you on this again,” she sits up straight, inching away from him. “I mean, after almost a year of dating, I think you’d—”

“You’re forcing this.”

“I’m not!” She stands up, groaning. “God, you’re starting a fight again!”

The silence between them grows again, both sulking and shouting in their heads. After a while, (Y/N) moves to the front deck of the boat and Rafe curses silently, knowing that the plan he had about strolling by the stream with the girl he loves is a failure.

But it’s not his fault, is it? He just can’t show her off. It’s bad enough that her brother’s aware of their relationship, and Rafe had to make sure that son of a bitch never opens his mouth to anyone.

“Hey, yo, JJ, got a minute?”

The blonde waiter grunted, eyeing Rafe with so much hatred before placing a cold mineral bottle on the table.

“Rafe, don’t cause any scene,” Topper warned, staring at the both of them. He could sense something was wrong, but he didn’t put this mind into it. He thought of it as nothing more than Rafe’s daily fights with the pogues.

JJ didn’t reply, not wanting to see his smug face what more to talk to him, but as he tried to return back to the kitchen, Rafe gripped his wrist tightly.

“Just a minute,” he smiled.

JJ quirked his head to the back of the kitchen where the workers usually smoke. Rafe nodded, letting go of his wrist, and whispered something to Topper.

“What do you want?” JJ asked once they were in the back alley, watching as Rafe lighted a cigarette and bringing the stick to his lips.

“How’s (Y/N)?”

“Isn’t that your problem?” The blonde boy scoffed, “Hey, man, look. I appreciate this family bonding activity you’re trying to have, but you’re no family. I care about (Y/N), and I’m in no way letting her be with you.”

What angered JJ more wasn’t the fact that he didn’t reply, but it was the superior look he plastered on his face. He felt the urge to slap and hurt him more than anything else.

“If there’s one thing we can agree on—” he said, blowing a puff of smoke. JJ inched backward, not wanting the smell of tobacco to linger on his uniform or he’ll be in trouble. “—is that we both care for her. I understand if you don’t want anyone else to know about me and (Y/N), and I hope it will stay that way.”

“You don’t want me to tell anyone else?”

“Yeah,” Rafe smiled. “It’s bad enough I have to pull you away in the middle of my lunch. Can’t afford to do that with more people.”

“Is it because you’re embarrassed to be seen with her?”

“Can you do that for me?” Rafe asked, ignoring his last question.

“Fuck you, Cameron.”

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Rafe laughed, patting his shoulder and watching as he flinched away. “I think I’ll see you around more than we both want to, Maybank.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) whispers, placing a hand against his shoulder. “What’s wrong? You’re in a daze.”

“You’re not mad at me anymore?” He asks, tilting his head up. That was quick, but he likes it. She can never be mad at him for more than 30 minutes.

She crosses her arms, “You want me to be mad at you?”

He shrugs and pulls her to his lap. “You’re hotter when you’re mad.”

. . .

If there’s one thing Rafe’s sure of, he hates parties when he will be the one to clean up the mess the next morning.

Ward and Rose are out for the weekend for their anniversary, and Wheezie is somewhere for a summer camp she has been begging Ward to go to.

Like always, Sarah Cameron takes this opportunity as a way to host the biggest party of the year, inviting all of her pogue friends and letting Rafe do the honor of inviting the kooks.

(Y/N) walks in with her best friend, having to pretend to not be so familiar with the whole house as if she’s not dating the son of Ward Cameron.

“Yo, this house is huge.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) agrees, walking towards the drinks area and grabbing boozes for her and her friend. “Hey, I’m going to see someone, can you wait for me down here?”

Before she can walk away, Sarah Cameron appears excitedly and pulls her into a tight hug. “(Y/N)! What a surprise! JJ’s outside, if you’re looking for him.”

“Trust me, I’m not looking for him,” she laughs, “Have you seen Rafe? I, um, I called him up before for some stuff.”

“Oh, yeah, he’s on the porch,” she replies, and before (Y/N) can make a move, she holds her tightly. “Be careful. He’s got the heaviest stuff with him.”

As if she doesn’t know that.

She smiles, muttering her thanks before heading towards the porch. It’s hard to pretend to not know who Rafe is after spending her whole year with him.

Sure enough, Rafe is sitting by Topper’s side with his other friends surrounding them, his hair messily parted and his nose red. She sighs, knowing exactly what state he’s in.

“Yo, Maybank,” Topper laughs, pulling the empty seat beside him. “Come sit.”

Rafe looks up to the sound of her name, and before she can register the look on his face, he bows down again.

“Hey,” she greets, sitting beside Topper. “You’re okay?”

“This party’s the shit,” he answers, obviously in a drunken state, and pats Rafe’s back. “Yo, yo, you got the same ring as my boy right here.”

Topper grabs the gold ring hanging from (Y/N)’s necklace, bringing it closer under the light and taking Rafe’s hand. “Wow, are you guys soulmates?”

The boys around them laugh, and (Y/N) pulls her necklace away before anyone can guess anything. She watches as Rafe grunts, still so busy trying to separate the powder in lines.

“Wanna try a line?”

“She can’t, Topper.”

All eyes are on Rafe now, who’s rubbing his nose and licking his lips. Rafe never stops anyone from doing a line and even asked Wheezie if she wanted to try one before, so the words that came out of his mouth appear as a shock to all of them.

“Why?” (Y/N) asks, tilting her head to one side. If he doesn’t want to show her off to his friends, he might as well stop trying to control her life. She looks back to Topper, “I’ll try a line, Tops.”

Topper smiles, giving her a rolled-up 100 dollars bill and pushing his chair back to allow her in. (Y/N) takes the chance to brush her back against Rafe’s front, hearing his ragged breath all the sudden.

She bends down, giving Rafe the perfect view of her back, and snorts a line. She falls onto Rafe’s lap as he pulls her close, breathing into her sweet smell as she throws her head back from the sudden tingling in her stomach.

“Stand up,” he orders in her ears, “Stand up, (Y/N).”

Before Rafe can push her off, she stands up quickly and makes her way back to her previous seat. She only tried coke once, way before she met Rafe, and she had thought of it as nothing more but the last time she tried the substance. She prefers drinking to get her mind off since then.

“You’re joining the game later?” Topper asks, glancing down at her short skirt. (Y/N) mindlessly pulls her dress down, and throws her head back once again.

“What game?”

“Truth or dare,” he smiles.

“I don’t play children’s games,” she fakes yawn, “Are you playing?”

“I don’t think so,” he replies, licking his lips. “Like you said, I don’t play children’s games.”

Whatever Topper’s doing to get (Y/N)’s attention; it’s just not working. She’s way too head over heels for the boy beside him, who’s still red and flustered from the brief teasing she had for him a few moments ago.

“(Y/N), wanna grab a drink?”

Both (Y/N) and Topper look up to Rafe. He’s trying his hardest not to look at her again and busies himself with the powder. “You don’t look quite comfortable with Topper.”

“Oh, I’m fine,” she replies, watching as his head snaps back to her. She licks her lips, “We’re alright, aren’t we, Tops?”

Topper nods, more than ready to have a fling with the pretty girl beside him, pogue or not pogue.

“Okay,” Rafe replies, “Whatever you say.”

Whatever (Y/N)’s doing to grab his attention; she’s doing a great job at it. Rafe’s jaw tenses at the sound of her laughter, and he has to look the other way when Topper’s hands sneak their way to around her shoulders.

He’s almost glad when Sarah comes to tell them something about the game starting. He sneaks to beside (Y/N), giving her a soft touch on her back, and off he goes to sit on the opposite side of her.

His mind’s still woozy, and he’s struggling to even open his eyes. The booming music still thrums against his eardrums, and the drinks he had earlier keeps every muscle of his active and ready to do anything crazy.

“You’re playing?” Someone asks him from the right.

What else can happen from a silly game of truth or dare?

“Yeah.”

Rafe hopes (Y/N) isn’t playing, because he knows the stupid things his friends would ask her. Always being the topic of his friends’ conversations, he’s clear with their intentions towards (Y/N).

And he’s not making any of it a reality.

“Topper, truth or dare.”

“Truth,” he answers, and Rafe’s eyes snap back to (Y/N). Surprisingly, her eyes are already on him, her stare so pierced that Rafe has to shift his position to ignore the aching in the pits of his stomach.

Rafe doesn’t care enough to listen to whatever his best friend’s saying, and his eyes stay on (Y/N). The girl smiles at him, and his eyes trail down to her chest.

Of course she would wear something like a top that doesn’t cover half of her chest.

He looks away, biting his lips.

“(Y/N)! Truth or dare?”

(Y/N) groans at Topper, crossing her arms and yelling ‘I’m not playing’. Her friends moan at her, pressuring her to keep the game going, and after a few pleas and more groans, she sighs.

She’s so easy to manipulate.

Rafe stares at her again, licking his lips.

“Dare.”

The crowd cheer, but the volume is down to mute to Rafe, who’s too busy having her glued to his brain. She looks wonderful under the dim lights, and Rafe wants nothing more than to have her screaming under him.

“I dare you to make out with the hottest person in the room.”

“Change the game,” Rafe says to no one in particular, sitting up straighter. “Change the game.”

“Yo, what?” Kelce asks, “What’s wrong with you?”

Rafe ignores his friend, and stares at the girl.

(Y/N) stands up from her seat and walks towards Topper, and Rafe can feel his heart stopping. His fear is coming to reality, and she’s so close to Topper they’re practically kissing.

He lays his head against the cushion, his heart aching.

“Yo, Rafe, it’s your turn!”

Rafe sits up straighter, rubbing his eyes and looking around the group as everyone else stares at him. He groans, feeling so tired and not having a clue where he have gone to a few minutes ago.

It might the aftermath of the coke, but it doesn’t feel as good as always.

How long did he pass out?

“Truth or dare, Rafe.”

“I’m not playing,” he mumbles, rubbing his temple.

“If you’re backing out now, you’ll have to pay a hundred bucks.”

What the fuck?

“Since when?” He asks, looking up to the random girl he has seen around the country club a few times. “That’s not the rules.”

“It is now.”

“Fine. Dare.”

Anything to put an end to this game.

“I dare you to do a line on Jessie’s back.”

The room grows silent, and Rafe can feel all stares at him. He blinks, trying to register what he just heard, and laughs. “Just a line?”

(Y/N) bites her lips. He wouldn’t do it, would he?

Somehow, JJ finds his way behind the couch (Y/N) is sitting on. He places a hand comfortably on her shoulder and watches her jerk. “You’re okay?”

She doesn’t reply, but JJ knows the answer all too well.

Rafe’s friends clear the table off from drinks and Jessie lays her bare back against the glass table. Rafe doesn’t look up to her to ask for permission or to give her any reassurances, and it feels as if he wants to do it too.

JJ’s grip around her shoulder tightens, “You should go.”

She shakes her head, staring at the scene before her.

The intoxicating powder is poured by an excited Topper directly on Jessie’s stomach, and (Y/N) feels sick to her core. She feels like screaming, because why wouldn’t he say no?

It’s not like a hundred bucks would be too much for him to stop playing.

Rafe dips his head to the same level as Jessie’s head, and (Y/N) stares at the girl bites her lips the same way (Y/N) does when Rafe’s close to her.

Except he’s close to someone else.

The crowd erupts into a loud roar again as Rafe finally stands up from the lines, his head becoming more bumping and his respiratory rate increasing.

The kook prince doing a line on some hot girl in Figure 8. 

What a headline.

His eyes look up to the people around him, but (Y/N) is nowhere in sight.

“Where is she?” He asks Topper. His hands found themselves wrapped around Topper’s shoulders for balance.

“Where is who?”

“My girlfriend,” he answers, not thinking much. “I have to go.”

“What girlfriend, Rafe?” Topper laughs. “Man, you’re in too deep. The game’s not finished.”

“I’ll pay the hundred,” he replies and makes his way out of the party. His sight is becoming so blurry that he falls by the side of the pool a few times before he sees the sight of her climbing JJ’s bike.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” He asks, standing in front of the bike and not letting JJ turn to the exit. “The party’s not finished!”

“Fuck off, Cameron,” JJ replies, blocking Rafe’s view of his girlfriend. (Y/N) stares down to her lap, not wanting to look him in the eyes, and Rafe’s breath hitches at the silence.

“What did I do?”

Before Rafe can hear any explanation, JJ pushes him down to the side road and he groans from the sudden impact. He looks up to the blonde and lunges for him, only for them to end up by the side of the road.

“Oh my god, stop!” (Y/N) yells, trying to pry her brother away from Rafe. “JJ, he’s not thinking straight. Let’s just go!”

“Don’t get near (Y/N) ever again!” JJ yells, his eyes flaring up in anger and his knuckles turning purple. “She deserves someone better than a cheating fuck like you!”

Out of all the responses Rafe can give to JJ, he lets out the coldest laugh, and the sound of his voice carries throughout the dark neighborhood.

“I’m cheating? She was cheating on me too!”

“What are you saying?” (Y/N) scoffs, “I wasn’t cheating, Rafe, I’m not you.”

“Yeah? The kiss with Topper?”

“That wasn’t a kiss! I gave him a peck on his cheeks!”

“That doesn’t excuse the fact you didn’t kiss me.”

“Is that why you’re acting like a dick? Because I didn’t kiss you when Tops asked me to kiss the hottest guy in the room?” She laughs. This whole thing seems funny all of a sudden after hearing Rafe’s side of the story. “I thought you want us to stay lowkey.”

“Whatever, can you get your fucking bodyguard off me?” Rafe replies, “And don’t call him Tops. It’s like you’re begging to get fucked by him.”

JJ makes a move again, but (Y/N) quickly pulls him away. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hands, and Rafe wishes he hadn’t said the words out loud.

JJ finally lets go of him and walks to his bike, feeling so tired but pumped at the same time from the brief fight with Rafe. He wanted more than anything for them to break up, but what just happened isn’t exactly what he had in mind. 

“So you’re going?”

“There’s no reason for me to stay, Rafe,” she replies. “You don’t even want to admit that we’re dating. Are you embarrassed of me?”

When he doesn’t reply, (Y/N) pushes his chest that he staggers backward, still so woozy and lightheaded he feels like fainting.

“Are. You. Embarrassed. Of. Me?”

Rafe stays silent, looking down to the ground and wishing the world would just swallow him up.

“Go to hell, Rafe,” she replies, and Rafe inches backward when her gold ring he had bought for her to match his own ring rolls down to his feet. He quickly looks up to her.

She’s not breaking up with him, is she?

If he felt like he has gone through hell before, this feeling is a lot worse. 

Part #2

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high | d.m

summary: you find an unhealthy way of coping after draco cheats on you

warnings: drug use (marijuana) angsty¿, cheating, illusions to sex

song: habits - tove lo

a/n: this fic isn’t meant to romanticize drug use in any way. i also know nothing abt weed so LOL and very rushed & not edited

masterlist | taglist

I eat my dinner in my bathtub

Then I go to sexclubs

Watching freaky people gettin' it on

It doesn't make me nervous

If anything I'm restless

Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all

you had a few minutes left of your charms class which was your last class before the weekend. you wanted nothing more than to get out of here and cuddle up with your boyfriend— who was enjoying his free period right now.

draco was one of the best boyfriends you could ask for, the frequent dates, gifts, and attention— it was more than you could wish for.

“you’re excused. you essays are due at the beginning of next week” snapes monotone voice dragged on as you quickly packed up your things and made your way to the slytherin common room.

I get home, I got the munchies

Binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the tub

Then I go to sleep

And I drank up all my money

Days get kinda lonely

entering the slytherin common room your eyes immediately searched for a certain blond boy, yet he was nowhere to be found. you made your way to the boys dorms in hopes of finding him there but you’re quickly interrupted by two familiar voices.

“why hello y/n, marvellous weather we’re having today aren’t we?” theo asked looking towards the ceiling and smiling as if he were outside, blaise blocking your path as he did so.

“i’m not sure what weather you’re talking about since we’re inside but i am okay thank you” you responded with a chuckle, trying to make your way past blaise.

“wait y/n” he stopped you. “can i borrow the astronomy notes? i would ask luna but i can’t find her anywhere” blaise continued.

they both seemed awfully on edge and anxious, you figured it was just quidditch nerves getting to them since there was an upcoming game this week.

“i have yet to finish my astronomy notes, but i did see luna in the great hall if you want her notes. now if you’d excuse me i’d like to see draco” you said trying to push past the two boys who still wouldn’t let you through.

“forget malfoy! let’s do something instead, we’re so much more fun than him, right blaise?” theo said giving blaise a pointed look as he threw his arm around your shoulder.

“right you are nott, let’s go!” blaise continued also throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the boys dorm.

“what? no, i have plans with draco. now excuse me” you said pushing them both off and heading towards dracos door.

as you get closer to his door you can hear heavy breathing, pants and skin slapping on skin. you’re confused, you figured draco would be taking a nap or running over drills for quidditch practice. the closer you get, the louder the noises become.

“pans, you feel so good”

you recognize that voice anywhere.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

quickly you turned your head towards blaise and theo who had their heads lowered in shame, refusing to meet your gaze. “is this some kind of sick joke, are you guys pulling a prank or something because this isn’t funny” you said seriously not wanting to believe what you’re hearing from inside of your boyfriends dorm.

“we’re sorry, we tried to convince him not too but he wouldn’t listen” theo muttered silently.

it felt like your world was breaking apart slowly. just not too long ago you were excited to spend a weekend with your boyfriend who you loved so dearly, the same boyfriend who you’ve been dating for years, the same boyfriend who gets jealous about how much time you spend with his mum rather than him.

with shaky fingers you put your hand on the door knob and quickly pushed the door open, already preparing for the worst.

there he was, wrapped up with parkinson in the same bed you two shared not even twenty-four hours ago. her body straddling his naked, just like yours was doing the night before. you stood there frozen, mouth agape— not even knowing what to do with yourself.

“baby, i can explain, just please— y/n please don’t leave” draco said pushing pansy off of him, shuffling on his pants and reaching out towards you.

“dont touch me, malfoy!” you yelled and everyone froze. “you lost the right to touch me the minute you even thought of touching her” you continued sending both him and pansy a glare with tears threatening to slip from your eyes.

“darling please, i can explain—”

“no draco, we’re done just leave me alone, please” your voice cracking at the end as you pushed past blaise and theo rushing towards the girls dormitory.

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

it’s been days since you last left your room, days since you last saw draco. daphne would come by and check on you but you’d always dismiss her, wanting to be alone. regret is one word to describe how you’ve been feeling— you gave him everything and he threw it away so carelessly for a quick hook up.

you missed waking up against his smooth skin in his embrace, tracing the lines and scars across his porcelain skin as you waited for him to wake up, the way he’d try to kiss you in the morning without brushing his teeth and you wouldn’t let him because of morning breath— but he’d still do it anyways.

you missed him, but he didn’t want you anymore.

maybe it was something you’ve done, you’ve been quite busy with work recently so you haven’t been spending as much time with him as normal. he was probably lonely and trying to seek the attention you lacked to give him.

getting up, you stared at yourself in the mirror picking yourself apart. you were pretty, it was a well known fact around hogwarts, maybe he thought she was prettier. she was the life of the party and always up for some mischief whereas you preferred to do stuff in silence and would rather be with a small group of people. maybe he liked how exciting she was in comparison to you, she probably brought a spark of excitement to his life that you couldn’t.

dreading to feel something you quickly showered and got ready to leave your room hoping to run into a specific set of twins.

Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my daytime

Loosen up the frown,

Make them feel alive

I'll make it fast and greasy

I'm on my way to easy

“well what can we do for you today” fred said to you with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“do you have any muggle herb left?” you asked in a low voice making sure no one heard you.

“maybe we do, maybe we don’t” george said. “how much are you offering in exchange though” he continued.

“ten galleons for three ounces, is that enough” you said pulling the galleons out of your pockets and placing them in george’s palm.

“it was a pleasure doing business with you” they said in unison as fred placed the tiny baggie in your pocket so no one would see.

once you returned to your dormitory you quickly pulled out the pre-rolled muggle herb, lit it and let yourself forget.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

you started showing up to class late with red tired eyes, not caring about the looks you got. at this point every one knew what had happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

the muggle herb brought you a sense of bliss and freedom, a new feeling you haven’t felt before but something that you now craved.

“are you high right now?” draco said as he sat himself in the seat beside you.

“since when do you care about what i’m doing” you said sharply, not wanting to talk with him.

“love, you don’t smoke. who gave that stuff to you, i’ll kill them—”

“no you won’t.” you said turning towards him. “you won’t do any of that because you don’t own me and i’m not your girlfriend anymore. so mind your business malfoy, i’m sure parkinson’s waiting for you”

the rest of the class you both sat in silence working on potions that draco did most of since you weren’t in the correct mind state and he wasn’t willing to let his mark falter over your slip up.

you find it amazing how even when you’re on drugs he still looks amazing. the way his nose curves perfectly with a slight bump, and the way his hands move with caution as he pours the potion into the waste bucket.

“look, i’m sorry for what happened with pansy. it didn’t mean anything i swear, i don’t know why i did it but i regret it with my life” draco said breaking your thoughts, he looked older than normal and had dark circles underneath his under eyes. you wondered why he looked so distraught when he wasn’t the one who got cheated on.

“a sorry isn’t going to fix this draco” you told him. he knew you were right but he didn’t want to admit it. he hadn’t talked to pansy since the day you walked in on them, the guilt has been eating him up inside. he stayed silent and didn’t bother respond to you, he knew anything he said would have made the situation worst than it already is— but how he wished you were still his sweet y/n.

“now if you excuse me, i have some fun to attend too” you said leaving him alone as you made your way back to your dorm.

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun, it got no end

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

over the last few weeks, you couldn’t remember the last time you were sober. you started skipping classes to smoke and avoiding your friends so they’d stop questioning your habits.

you were forgetting and that’s all that mattered, you didn’t care how it was affecting your health— it made you feel better. sometimes you wished there was another way, another way to forget how he held you at night pressing soft kisses to your skin, another way to forget the way he took pansy the same way he took you. you wonder if he feels as sorry as he looks, he’s the one who cheated so he can’t possibly care that much.

you hear two knocks at your door which quickly break you from your state making you more attentive, cleaning yourself up and opening the door. there stood draco— his eyes red as well, like hes been crying.

“y/n listen, i know what i did was wrong and that i tried to pretend it wasn’t me but please. i didn’t mean too, you mean the world to me. i miss you so much love.” he pleaded with you.

“y’know draco, i miss you too” you admitted. “but i’ve found a way to forget about you, maybe you should do the same”.

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

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So, what if Firestar knew Tallstar before joining TC? And other human things

(human au btw)

So, one of my MANY human hcs for warriors is that each clan has its own weapon of sorts, TC uses bows and shorter things like daggers, RC uses pikes, SC uses wider things like broad swords and WC uses spears (there's a difference between spears and pikes, google it.)

Before Rusty joins TC, Tallstar teaches him the basics of how to use a spear and how to hunt very basic things with one when he gets to babysit Rusty because the kit was genuinely curious, “Just like your father.” Tallstar often said. So, when he becomes Firepaw and Bluestar is officially his mentor, she asks him to show her if he already knows any basics because with his other mentors they mainly focused on teaching him the territories before the whole fighting thing. And Firepaw proudly shows her his quite good aim with a spear and how he uses it. Bluestar is frozen and when he asks if he did anything wrong, she goes, “That's a Windclan weapon.. Where did you get that?” And Firepaw goe silent too like, “Anything that is said here stays here, right?” Bluestar nods and Firepaw tells her how he's Tallstars kid

(also longfire ahead if you dont like, dont read on)

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So, another hc having to do with this, Longtail and Fireheart have to share a room and this is when Longtail still kinda hated Fireheart so he still picked on him and Fireheart gets a call from his sister and while they’re on the phone talking Princess asks if he is interested in anyone in TC yet and when he answers with, “I think I have feelings for Longtail..” Princess squeals and asks him how it started and Longtail walked in when Fireheart was now talking abt it with both of his dads who were now talking on speaker with him and Fireheart says, “I don’t know how I started liking him, I mean, it's Longtail! He has so many cats already fawning over him! But I guess just he's just so pretty and the rare times that he doesnt call me ‘kittypet’ my chest gets all fuzzy and-” And he keeps going on like this till the call ends and he says his goodbyes and love yous and Longtail is sitting on his the orange hairs bed and goes, “So, what's this about you liking me?” and Fireheart is SO red

Another hc! So I feel like Tallstar often took Rusty (and Tiny but we’re not talking about him atm) to Windclan to babysit him and Windclan just fell in love with this child. All the queens are all, “Awh! Aren’t you just the cutest thing!” But nobody says anything to the other clans because they dont want them to find out and use that to their advantage. Windclan has also met Jake and Barkface has told him stories abt him and Tallstar when they were kids and Tallstar is just chuckling while holding Rusty going, “Let's hope your childhood isnt as chaotic, Rusty.”

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After BC lost the fight for the forest with the clans and scourge recovered (yes this is a Scouge lived au) he makes an agreement to Tallstar that in future conflicts, he’d not attack WC, he acts like this isn’t biased but he just cant face the idea of facing his dad, aka one of the only 2 tolerable family members that he has in a battle on opposing sides. Tallstar also helps Scouge transition cuz trans Scoruge.

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When Fireheart and Graystripe went to go rescue WC, Scourge just popped out from the shadows, and said, “What are you looking for?” And Fireheart goes. “Windclan, their scent is near here..” And Scourge is instantly concerned (he hides it but ye) and points them in the right direction and mentally makes the note to call later to check on him and make sure everything is ok with Tallstar

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shadow of a thought - c! wilbur

summary; you were always a passing thought. even if you were his kid.

genre; teen! reader, parent! wilbur, angst, brother! fundy, idk who hurt me to make this, fish hybrid! reader, no happy ending bc im a bitch

word count; 1.02k

[lowercase intended] [gender neutral reader] [platonic]

a/n; let’s not talk abt the fact that i love hurting myself emotionally- shhh i wanted to write something like this for a while anyways, enjoy this angst while i tie up my hands from posting my techno draft.

ngl, this isn’t that good. at least for my standards-

you were born probably a year after fundy. so you were younger, though not by much but fundy usually used it to his advantage during petty fights. fortunately and yet unfortunately, you never spent that much time with your brother. despite being semi-aquatic, you much preferred staying in the water than being on land. it didn’t mean you never went on land, you just really liked how peaceful everything was underwater.

but of course living underwater came with a price. you were harder to contact unless you have your communication on you, you could literally be anywhere and no one would be able to find you, and you never had many friends. you had your grandpa phil, uncle techno and ranboo despite them living much farther from you. they were probably the ones that visited you the most.

but before those three had got on the smp, you did have fundy and wilbur. keyword: did. once the war of independence started, there was a rift in the family. wilbur wanted to protect his kids, but he only took fundy into the walls of l’manburg. you were left in the outside of the walls, forced to be under dream’s rule. 

you can remember how dream had held you captive for a while to bait out wilbur, and yet, you heard nothing from your father except radio silence. that hurt you to say the least. you think that maybe he just didn’t wanna risk anything. you tried to convince yourself that he would come get you.

that was a lie. he didn’t come get you. you stayed captive in dream’s hands for who knows how long, you didn’t even know. dream eventually let you go, soon realizing that wilbur wouldn’t get you. you always wished that you met your mother at least once, you’re sure that you would get along so well with her than you would with your father.

then the war was over, l’manburg was free. at least for now it was. wilbur and fundy visited you though it wasn’t as often as it used to be. it was bitter, knowing that wilbur and fundy were busy with their lives. but as long as they were happy.

there was a time where you tried to live in l’manburg, maybe you could spend more time with your father and brother. it didn’t work. you felt more alone. everyone on land was friends, and they had their respective roles in l’manburg. you only had yourself. you didn’t stay in l’manburg for long, especially after you heard about the election. 

you never really like partaking in things like that, it always seemed to tear others apart from what you learned. the rift in the family was already big enough, you didn’t wanna make it any worse. 

manburg was now the new country, tommy and wilbur got banished out of manburg and now they had nothing. you offered to help wilbur and tommy, only to be met with “how do we know that you’ll be good at fighting? all you did was sit back in the last war.” you never really expected wilbur to be so blunt in the last sentence, you couldn’t even be mad because he was right. you could’ve helped but you didn’t and now you pay the price.

you were radio silent for a long time but it seemed like no one cared to ask you about it. not like anyone cared anyways. you didn’t mind, wilbur was busy planning to take back manburg for themselves. technoblade was new to the server and on his trips to get resources, he had found you. you two became friends, you weren’t sure how it happened but techno seemed to tolerate you and that was enough for you.

techno visited much more, he told you, “you’re better company than tommy. plus you can help me get a trident.” you were just happy to make a friend. you never talked too much, scared that you would spill out your troubles to him. he told you a bunch of stories though, some about greek mythology, some about history, some about your father and tommy. hearing the stories about your father always made you sad because techno talked about him and fundy and not you. did wilbur never tell anyone about you? you didn’t wanna know that answer but it already seemed so clear.

and soon, the revolution came, you saw the destruction and the downfall of manburg. you saw withers, unfortunately you had lost a life due to them. techno had found out, apologizing for it. you reassured him that you were fine. but then came the news that your grandpa phil had killed your dad. you were devastated. so much for trying to be there for him. he was gone and now he was ghostbur. a ghost that didn’t even know any bad memories. you met ghostbur and you had never felt so hurt. the ghost version of himself was better than the alive version of him. he actually visited you, he talked to you. you weren’t just a passing thought. but you knew, you knew that this was really your father once he had asked who you were to him.

“you don’t remember me?”

“i’m really sorry, but i did loose a lot of memories after i died! i have a memory book, remembering everything i can right now!” he held up the small book, soon listing some of the things on it. “...and like fundy growing up!” and yet he never remembered you growing up. it’s not like he even saw you grow up since he was so busy protecting fundy.

“y-yeah, that’s understandable. i’m y/n.”

you went to techno and phil after that conversation. you felt so forgotten, so left out. you wonder what you did to deserve such a thing. to be forgotten, to be pushed away and left out by your family. you were used to it and yet at the same time, the pain never ceased everytime it happened. 

“you know there was something that i think about,” you muttered. “it was never meant to be. i was never meant to be.”

[dracowars]

heyy, could I request a fred weasley and malfoy! reader (or any pure blood slytherin family) where she meets his family for the first time and everyones wary of her.. she overhears one of the weasleys saying something bad abt her family and she leaving thinking they hate her, and so fred gets mad at his family and invites her again for a second chance? I know it's sorta too specific but it would mean the world to me if you wrote it!! thanks love💗

family reunion | fred weasley

pairing: fred x malfoy!reader

word count: 2,8k

summary: where y/n meets the weasleys for the first time, but they aren't too fond of her

a/n: this is my first time writing for fred, i really hope you like it <3

warnings: angst

universe: harry potter

„I don’t know if I am really ready for this, Freddy”, you admit quietly and quickly search for the proximity of your boyfriend after you have just apparated in front of the Burrow, the home of the Weasley family. You cling to his arm almost desperately when you look up at him for help.

“Of course you are! They will love you, just like I do”, he smiles at you encouragingly, nudges your chin a little with his index finger and pecks your lips quickly. Despite his words, he has to take in a short deep breath as well before walking towards the front door with you. The lights in the house are turned on and you can hear vivid conversations from inside the closer you get.

Fred looks at you one last time, giving you another smile to calm you down before he finally knocks on the door, which opens with a swing within a few seconds.

“Fred!”, his younger brother Ron happily greets him, and Fred embraces him while you stay behind him, uncertain and your eyes on the ground. Ron already knows you from Hogwarts, as does Fred’s twin brother and little sister, and they all know that Fred and you have something going on for a while now, but Fred had not yet told anyone in his family about your official relationship. Not even George and he wants to make up for that today.

After the two red haired boys in front of you loosen their brotherly embrace, Ron’s gaze falls on you as Fred grabs your hand again and you force an uncertain smile on your lips as Ron greets you. Then, he steps aside to allow you both to enter and once you follow Fred inside, you are greeted with numerous curious eyes on you immediately.

“Fred, my darling! There.. you are?”, Mrs. Weasley calls across the room enthusiastically until she discovers you beside him and her words lose their enthusiasm right away. Your reputation probably precedes you, or rather the reputation of your family does. It is no secret that the Malfoy family has been mistrusted by many, especially by families like the Weasleys. But once they get to know you, they would know that you do not share your family’s views and opinions. Of course, your family values their pureblood status a lot, but you actually never cared about someone’s origin or about their blood status. Your brother and the rest of your family have always been very disappointed about your way of viewing things and there have been big arguments about it before, but by now you have learned not to care. There are more important things in this world than being a pureblood.

“And you brought someone with you!”, George happily says and almost knocks you over when he pulls you into a welcoming hug. “I am glad that you are finally here, Y/N!”

“Don’t you want to introduce us to your company, Fred darling?”, Molly Weasley clears her throat with her arms crossed over her chest and your gaze meets her suspicious one after you have freed yourself from George’s tight embrace. Only now do you notice that the entire Weasley family is sitting at the dining table and not just ‘a few’, as Fred told you. Apparently even his older brothers, who usually hang around somewhere else in the world, are present today, completing the family reunion.

“If I may ask for your attention”, Fred calls out to his family, so that even the last conversation in the room falls silent and he pulls you close to his side. “May I introduce: Y/N Malfoy. My girlfriend.”

An uncomfortable silence spreads throughout the room immediately when nobody dares to say a word, but their looks already tell you what is going on inside their heads.

“Wonderful!”, Mr. Weasley breaks the unbearable silence and gives you a smile that appears to be a real one. “Welcome to the family, Y/N! Sit down with us.”

“Thank you, Mr. Weasley”, you genuinely thank him, happy inside that at least one of his parents seems to accept you, and before you know it Fred and you already sit down at the table with the others. Neither George nor Ron or Ginny seem surprised by their brother's announcement, but actually seem happy about it. As soon as you have sat down, another tableware comes flying out of nowhere onto the tablecloth and places itself directly in front of you.

Slowly, they resume to their conversations, and you look around nervously, your leg bobbing under the table. Fred notices this and gently places one of his large hands on your thigh to keep your leg from shaking and causes you to look at him.

“Don’t worry, everything is going well so far”, he whispers in your ear, taking your hand and placing a light kiss on your ankles before grinning at you.

“I hope there will be enough food for all of us since I did not know we had another special guest today”, Mrs. Weasley announces when several pots and pans levitate onto the dining table, displaying the delicious smelling dishes.

“That looks really delicious, Mrs. Weasley”, the words slip out of your mouth before you can control them and your gaze shoots at her. Instead of thanking you for your compliment, she looks at you with narrowed eyes and finally sits down at the table as well. Quickly, you drop your gaze again.

She hates you, it is more than obvious.

The evening goes by faster than you thought and soon the first desserts are spread all over the table, making George and Ron grab one of each for themselves immediately. At least they do not seem to mind that you are here, after all they even start conversations with you as if you have been around forever, unlike the other half of the table, who just watches the whole situation suspiciously.

While everyone is enjoying their desserts, you notice Mrs. Weasley whispering and look in her direction, which turns out to be a huge mistake as soon as your eyes meet.

“Tell me, Y/N, is your father still part of Voldemort’s entourage?”

Not expecting such a straightforward question, you almost choke on your saliva, and it takes a moment for you to become aware of the extent of her question as they all stare at you.

“Because you welcomed me so warmly, I want to be honest with all of you. Yes, he is part of Voldemort’s entourage, but I honestly do not know what that has to do with me”, you answer her question with a little irony in your voice and achieve the exact effect you had hoped for. She is speechless.

“Arthur, I need to talk to you for a minute. Alone”, Mrs. Weasley immediately speaks to her husband and the two leave the room, but not without her throwing you a hostile look over the shoulder.

“I should have kept it to myself, shouldn't I?”, you ask your boyfriend uncertainly, your hands still intertwined under the table for support.

“Are you kidding me? I have not seen Ma so shocked in a long time”, he giggles and gives you a loving kiss on the cheek. Still, his words do not calm you down in the slightest and you look at the door through which Mr. and Mrs. Weasley disappeared earlier.

Making up your mind, you finally get up, causing all eyes to land on you again, and you bend down to Fred to ask him for the directions to the toilet. You make your way there quickly, but before you reach it, you can clearly hear the conversation of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley from your position in the hallway.

You feel bad for eavesdropping, but you cannot tear yourself away from it either. You will just wait for a moment and then interrupt so you can apologize to her.

“I do not want that girl in my house, Arthur!”, Mrs. Weasley complains loudly, not even bothering that anyone might hear her. “She will tell Voldemort all about us as soon as she gets the chance. We cannot trust her.”

“Molly, do you not think you are exaggerating a bit?”, Mr. Weasley tries to talk sense into her, but it does not seem to be of any use anymore.

“This is no joke, Arthur! Our son dragged a Malfoy into our house, our safe place. You know the calamity this family can bring upon us. In case you have forgotten, they detest wizards like you and me, like all of our family. I am sure she is only here to spy on us for her father”, Mrs. Weasley tells him angrily. “Her family is out for nothing but fame and fortune. They are dangerous. She is dangerous. She will destroy us as soon as she gets the chance, Arthur.”

“But if that is true, should we not try to befriend her rather than turning her into our enemy?”, Mr. Weasley replies, but you have heard enough and turn away from the conversation, tears welling up in your eyes. You cannot believe that you actually wanted to apologize for your words earlier. You know your family does not have the best reputation, but they have not even tried to get to know you as your own person, not as a Malfoy. Once they heard your last name, you had no chance.

With your gaze down, you go back to your boyfriend, who seems to be up to something with his brothers, and gently tap him on the shoulder to get his attention. As soon as he sees the tears in your eyes, the smile disappears from his lips, and he jumps up to pull you into a hug without a word.

“Can we leave?”, you whisper against his soft sweater as you try not to let any of your tears escape.

Before Fred can answer, however, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley rejoin you, their eyes fixed on you. When you notice this, you turn your gaze away from them and clench your hands into fists unnoticed.

“Fred, Y/N, do you want some more dessert?”, Mrs. Weasley asks you kindly, as if she had not just been gossiping about you and your family a few seconds before. Fred throws his mother a hostile look and subtly nods at you to make her understand that she should not talk to you right now.

“What is wrong, Y/N?”, she asks with faked worry in her voice anyway and you have the feeling that you can no longer hold back the anger that is boiling up inside of you at this moment.

“Why are you suddenly acting so hypocritical, Mrs. Weasley? Did you decide on winning me as a friend rather than an enemy now, so I do not tell my family about the way you treated me?”, you burst out and the room falls silent in an instant. Judging by the shock on Mrs. Weasley’s face, she did not expect you have heard her.

“If my family is really as bad as you claim, why do you not just tell me in the face?!”, you continue and your voice is now much louder than before, laced with pure anger when you can no longer control yourself. Fred looks just as shocked at his mother as the rest of the family, but he keeps his arm around you.

“I know my family may not have the best reputation, but they are still my family, and I am not going to let you drag them into the mud and get away like that. You did not even give me the slightest chance to proof that I am not like them, that I think different than them. Instead, you preferred to judge me right away for being a Malfoy. But if that is the case, then I do not want to be here any longer. I was really happy to finally meet you because Fred always talked so well about his family, but it looks like you too have prejudices. I am sorry, Fred, but I do not think your parents will ever be able to accept us”, you explain, a little calmer this time, but your hands and knees are shaking like they never did before. With one last look at Mrs. Weasley, who does not seem to find the right words, you turn and leave.

As soon as you step out of the front door, you take a deep breath of the cool night air and close your eyes to calm yourself down. However, the front door is torn open again behind you loudly, making you flinch.

“Fred!”, Mrs. Weasley calls after him as he steps outside and stands at your side while Mrs. Weasley comes running towards you.

“Enough, Mom! You have already done enough damage for today”, he rolls his eyes in annoyance, but she does not seem to give up so easily and reaches out for his hand.

“I did not mean it, really! But what do you expect from me when you suddenly drag our enemy into our house?”

“She is not our enemy! Why do you not understand that?! I love her more than anything and if you do not want to accept that, fine. But then I do not know how I should ever be able to look you in the eyes again. And if you had only thought of me for one tiny moment, then you would have given her a chance and you would have noticed that she is not like the others”, Fred yells at his mother, which even scares you a little. He is usually not the type of person to yell, and you have never seen Fred this angry before.

Before Mrs. Weasley can say anything else, Fred grabs your hand and everything around you starts to blur as your disapparate together. Back in your dorm room, the both of you fall silent and decide to go to sleep right away. But your mind does not rest at all that night.

The next morning his owl brings him a letter, a renewed invitation to their home, with the difference that his time you have been addressed directly and asked to give them another chance. Since you love Fred with all of your heart and cannot see how miserable he is because of the argument with his family, you consent. Because you are able to give others a chance.

And again, you find yourself in front of the Burrow, but this time not as excited as last time.

“You really do not have to do this, Babe. I understand if you just want to go back and-“

“No. I want to know what your mother has to say”, you interrupt him and give him a loving kiss before knocking on the front door, which is opened with a swing again. Except this time, it is not Ron greeting you, but Mrs. Weasley herself.

A sad smile forms on her lips and she lets you in before telling everyone else that you have arrived. Fred and you do not even get to sit down when Mrs. Weasley starts speaking up.

“I am glad you accepted the invitation, despite everything that went wrong the last time”, she begins, and you notice that it takes her a little bit of effort and courage. “You were right, I behaved outrageous, and I have no excuse why I did so. All I can say is that I am sorry. Fred, I love you and I want you to be happy and if that is with Y/N then I am more than happy to welcome her into our family. And Y/N, I am sorry for what I said about you and your family. I did not have the right to, and you opened my eyes to the fact that I too have prejudices that should not exist. But after all I am still a caring mother and I do not want anything to happen to my children. I hope you understand that and can forgive me.”

After her statement, there is another silence, but a pleasant one, while Fred and you look at each other to see what the other thinks about this.

“Thank you, Mom. I appreciate that”, Fred thanks her and if you did not know better, you can even see tears in her eyes as her son hugs her. However, as soon as you stand in front of her, her whole body stiffens, and she gets all nervous again.

“I accept your apology. How about a new start?”, you smile at her and hold out your hand.

“I am Molly”, she smiles back at you, obviously relieved, and you can literally see the weight falling off her shoulders.

“I am Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

[kireimarkeu]

No Contact

+another repost! i did not make any changes to this work.

summary; mark as your secret boyfriend.. but the both of you aren’t very discreet..

i was inspired by this drabble… so cute

5.1k words..

i swear i tried not to make it too long but it was so hard… also the ending is kinda funny lmfao!!!! im so funny

anw i hope you guys enjoyed this…? bc this was so so so fun to make although it’s lowkey kinda empty bc i didn’t want to make it too long!!! but yes hopefully you like it!! okkk bye!! njoy hehehehehe <3

+Day 18 3:32PM

You were holding Mark’s hands tightly, talking happily about anything and everything. 

That was why you loved Mark; he made you feel so comfortable, you could talk to him for hours and never get tired. He’s someone who you would need in a friend group to make everything less awkward. 

“And so, Yeri fell and we all laughed!” you told him, laughing at the old memory. 

You used to work as a choreographer for Red Velvet, but after a while, you decided to stop since it was affecting your studies a lot. While working with SM, you met the boys, and that was how you met the rest of NCT. 

When you didn’t get a response from Mark, you turned to look at Mark, only to find him frozen, staring ahead. 

“Mark?” you call, turning to see what he was staring at. Your eyes widened when you saw Jaehyun and Doyoung crossing the traffic light. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shit,” your boyfriend cursed, “we need to go,” he tells you, tightening his grip on your hand. 

The both of you speed walk to the opposite direction, hoping his members wouldn’t walk the same path as the both of you. Mark let out another string of curses when he saw his members walking behind them. 

Mark suddenly pulled you into a random store, trying to lose his friends. He pulled you deeper in the store, hiding the both of you from the main entrance. 

Your boyfriend was standing so close to you, the proximity making you nervous. You could feel your heart beating quickly as your cheeks flush red. Your hands going up to press them against Mark’s chest, pushing him back slightly. 

Mark didn’t notice, too distracted on finding his friends. When he noticed that he has lost his friends, he pulled away from a breathless you. His hands smoothly pull yours away from his chest. 

“I think they’re gone— wait, why are you so red?”

+Day 24 11:22PM

You were laying on the couch, playing with your phone while your boyfriend worked on some music that he has been writing for the past few days. 

“Mark~” you whine, your eyes were still stuck on your phone. You just wanted to disturb him for fun. 

Suddenly the door of the studio opened, Taeyong stumbling in as he stared at you and Mark in shock. 

“What are you doing here?” Taeyong asks you. 

“Uh…” you drag out, turning to look at your boyfriend for help. He looked at you then he quickly looked back at Taeyong. 

“I was making a new song for our Japan stage and had y/n help me with the choreography and all,” Mark explained, letting out an embarrassed chuckle. 

That was a lie. Well, not really. Mark did need help with the choreography, but at the same time he wanted you to be there to accompany him. Your presence calms him.

Taeyong remained silent as his eyes went back and forth between you and Mark.

“Should I leave?” you ask awkwardly, looking at your boyfriend then back at Taeyong. When you didn’t get a response, you stood up ready to grab your things.

The older man shook his head, “no, no, stay,” he tells you, walking further in, “I just didn’t know the both of you were so close,” he says while taking a seat next to your boyfriend. 

You let out a chuckle, “we’re close, you guys just didn’t know,”

+Day 33 9:02PM

After Taeyong found out how close Mark was with you, he wouldn’t stop inviting you to the dorm to hang out with the rest of the boys. 

“So, what movie are we watching today?” asks Taeyong as he took a seat next to Doyoung. 

You and Mark were seating next to each other. Mark was sitting at the very end while Jaehyun was sitting on the other side of you. Mark and you was sharing a blanket, your hands placed on your lap. 

“Parasite?” suggests Taeil. 

Loud whines filled the room, “we’ve all watched it, Taeil-ah,” whined Johnny. 

“Y/n, have you watched it?” asks Taeyong, turning to look at you. 

You shook your head. You were told it was pretty graphic and scary and you hated anything that has got to do with blood. 

And Mark knew that, so he would always avoid watching scary movies with you. 

“Should we watch it again? Since y/n hasn’t watched it?” suggests Taeyong, looking at the members for confirmation. The rest of the boys nod their head in agreement.

“Hyung,” your boyfriend voices out, “I don’t think—”

“No,” you quickly deny with a smile, “let’s watch it,”

Taeyong shrugs and plays the movie. 

Mark bit his lip.

A few minutes later, you felt your phone vibrate, you noticed it was Mark who has texted you. You turn to look at Jaehyun, making sure he wasn’t looking. You lowered the brightness of your phone before opening Mark’s text message. 

Markie Pooh: will you be okay?

You turn to look at Mark, but he was staring at the TV screen with a straight face. 

You bit back a smile as you typed a reply. 

You: yes, don’t worry abt me :) 

Mark quickly looked down at his phone to see your reply before keeping his phone away again. Your boyfriend let out a cough before shifting nearer to you until your shoulders were touching. 

You tried to hide your smile by looking down before looking back up, trying to keep a straight face. 

Mark had already watched the movie with the boys when it first came out. He knew when there was going to be a bloody scene. 

So, before the scene started, he had secretly reached for your hand under the blanket. 

You felt his fingers slowly reaching for yours, letting his fingers lace with yours. You tightly grip his hands, not wanting to let go. When you saw the bloody scene, your grip on your boyfriend’s hands tightened as he soothingly strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, hoping it would calm you. 

His fingers on yours distracted you from the graphic show that was playing. You were smiling like a crazy woman as Mark continued to stroke your hand with his thumb. 

“Are you… smiling?” asks Jaehyun as he turned to look at you weirdly. His question made everyone in the room to stare at you. 

Your eyes widen, shaking your head profusely. “No, I wasn’t,”

Johnny nodded, “you did, I saw you,”

At this point, Mark had already pulled his hand away from yours as he stares at you with amusement.

“I wasn’t smiling! It was a scary scene, why would I be smiling?” you ask them, crossing your arms defensively. 

Donghyuck lets out a sigh, “I think we all know y/n just loves horror,”

Taeil nodded, “yeah, she feeds of dead people,”

“Excuse me?!” you screech, throwing a pillow at Taeil, “what does that— no I don’t!”

The boys let out a roar of laughter, amused at how defensive you were acting.

Markie Pooh: you like that, huh? ;)

You looked down at your phone, letting out a soft scowl before reaching under the blanket to pinch Mark’s thigh. 

Mark let out a quiet squeal as he pushed your hand away. 

+Day 49 10:01PM

You were listening to Mark talk about his day. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was; his pouty lips and chubby cheeks which you so desperately want to pinch. 

“Babe, are you listening?” Mark asks with a frown, noticing how you haven’t moved for the past few minutes. 

You nodded, “yes I am, baby,” you replied. 

Mark grins, “okay,” and he went back to talking about his best friend, Donghyuck. 

After hanging out with the boys for a couple of time, you and Donghyuck became close as well. Maybe because he was your boyfriend’s best friend, but you and him just got along so well that the both of you even started texting almost every day.

“So, what did you do today, babe?” asks Mark, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Huh? Oh, well I didn’t do anything today,” you tell him, “I cleaned my house a little bit then I took a nap,”

He puffs his cheeks out, “it’s a good thing you didn’t go out today, the air quality is really bad.”

He was always taking care of you; it always made your heart flutter. Mark was always looking out for you despite him being busy himself. Sometimes he would forget to take care of himself which always resulted in you lecturing him. 

Mark was in the middle of saying something when someone barged in his room, screaming. 

“MARK LEE!” you recognised it was Taeil’s voice. 

Mark quickly hid his phone, resting it on his chest. 

“Ah, Hyung, what are you doing here? What do you want?” you heard him ask.

You decided to mute your mic, just to be safe. 

“Why? Can’t I come in and talk to you?” asks Taeil. 

You suddenly heard a loud huff from Mark, as his phone fell off his chest and onto his white sheets. You assumed Taeil was laying on him. 

“Ah~ get out,” whined Mark, pushing the elder off him. 

You heard Taeil click his tongue. “who are you talking to? Your girlfriend?” he asks, “MARK HAS A GIRLFRIEND!” yell Taeil as you laugh out loud. 

Luckily your mic was on mute.

“I don’t have a girlfriend!” groans Mark as he stood up to push his member out of his room. He quickly locked the door before jumping back to bed, grabbing his phone. 

You unmute your mic. 

“Hi,” you giggle. 

He let out a huff, but letting out a shy smile, “Hi, so, where were we?”

+Day 57 7:57PM

Mark entered your house after taking off his shoes. He quietly took a seat at the very end couch. 

It was hard for the both of you to visit each other especially with the boys around, so you decided to have dates at your place instead. It was a good idea since no one could come over and interrupt the both of you. 

“Are you okay?” you ask Mark, noticing how he was so stiff. 

He nodded hesitantly, “it’s just…”

You waited for him to finish his sentence. 

“-awkward,” he finishes, looking up at you. 

You laugh at his words, “why?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know! I’ve never been to your place.”

Amused, you scoot closer to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his, leaning up to whisper in his ear. 

“There’s no one else here, Mark.”

You liked teasing him. You enjoyed how he would freeze up at your words. Or when his cheeks would turn a bright red colour. Or how his palms would turn a little sweaty. 

Pulling away from you, he quickly stood up, shaking his head. “No, no, that’s not what we’re going to do.” He tells you, stepping further away from you as you looked up at him in enjoyment. 

“We’re here to watch a movie,” he says, “that’s all.”

He was convincing himself. 

+Day 69 4:13PM

Marker: babe ):

You: what

Marker: I miss you ):

Marker: )))))):

You chuckled at his texts. 

Marker: what are you doingggggg

You: I’m watching a drama

You: what are you doing?

Marker: practice ):

Marker: so bored wo u here

Marker: miss your pretty face ):

You: stop it with the sad emojis!! >:(

Marker: ):

Marker: ):

Marker: ):

Marker: ))):

You: bye

You: I’m going to put my phone on dnd

Marker: nooo don’t leave me baby

Marker: okokokokok I’ll behave

You: good

Annoying boy: hehe

Annoying boy: wht are u up to babyyyy

Annoying boy: wait I already asked that

You: yes u did, u loser

Annoying boy: can I come over later?

You: y 

Annoying boy: causeee I miss u 

You: fine but not too long

You: I don’t want the boys to be all suspicious

Annoying boy: ok bb!!! I won’t hehehe ok

Annoying boy: I have to go now!!

Annoying boy: ily!! Bye bye 

You: see you later

+Day 74 2:36AM

You had one of your leg bent on Mark’s thigh, your hand resting on his chest. He has one arm around your neck for comfort. 

“Mark,” you sigh. 

Mark’s eyes were glued on his phone but let out a hum at the mention of his name. His fingers stroke your shoulder as a sign to assure you that he was listening. 

“We haven’t gone on a date in so long,” you say sadly, drawing hearts on his chest with your finger.

Mark put his phone down, “you wanna go on a date?”

You look up at him and nodded. 

When he made eye contact with you, he couldn’t help but press his lips on your forehead, “okay, but we can’t get caught,”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, pulling yourself up so you could press kisses all over his face. Mark’s face scrunch at the ticklish feeling of your lips.

“tickles,” he giggles, pulling his face away from you. 

You pout when he pulls away from you. Your eyes slowly trail off his face to his hair; your fingers automatically going up to play with the black strands. 

Fuck, Mark literally just fell in love with you. 

He enjoyed the position that the both of you were in. You- laying on top of him while he had both hands resting on your waist, staring up at you lovingly. 

“I love your black hair, Mark,” you mumble, eyes stuck on the boy’s hair. 

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “never dye it any other colour,” you look down at him, “or I’ll get mad,” you joke. 

He laughs, “Anything for my girl,”

Your boyfriend’s hands that was resting on your waist, went up to stroke your back softly. He put a little pressure on your back, pushing you down to capture your lips in his. 

+Day 80 11:22PM

It was another movie night with the boys.

This time it was Donghyuck who had invited you over since promotions are over. 

You walked over to sit next to Mark, but you heard Donghyuck whine your name. 

“Sit with me~”

You let out a smile, sitting next to Haechan. The boy immediately grabs your arm, wrapping it around his shoulders before cuddling against you. 

Your met Mark’s gaze from across the room. You could tell he was pissed from the way he was nibbling on his lip and clenching his fist. He looked away, typing into his phone. 

You felt your phone vibrate, knowing it was from Mark. You didn’t bother checking the message because it was too risky, especially with Haechan cuddled to your side. 

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

A few hours and lots of movies of later, the boys finally grew tired and decided to call it a night.

Since it was too late for you to head back home, the boys offered you to sleep over. You told them you would take the couch. They were a little hesitant to let a girl sleep on the couch, but you managed to convince them. 

It wasn’t like you would be sleeping on the couch anyway. 

Once you were sure that everyone was in their respective rooms, you quietly sneaked into your boyfriend’s bedroom. 

“Mark?” you whisper, opening the door quietly. 

When you saw the mop of black hair laying on the pillow, you smile, closing the door quietly, your feet padding towards the bed. 

You pull the blanket down so you could lay next to your lover. You rest your arm on his waist as you snuggle closer to him. 

“Hi handsome,” you whisper, letting out a giggle as you stare at his pretty face. A frown replaced your smile when he didn’t reply to you. “Are you okay, baby?”

Mark could only pout. You pout along with him, the hand resting on his waist going up to push away the stray hair from his face. 

“Why are you pouting?” you ask quietly, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips. 

He pouts even more, “why did you sit with Haechan just now? Why didn’t you sit with me?”

You bit back a grin that was forming, “why? Were you jealous?”

He frowns and shook his head, “no! why would I be jealous of Haechan?”

“Really?” you ask, “if you’re not jealous then I’ll sit with Haechan from now on,” you tease, your fingers now caressing his exposed chest. 

He shrugs, “fine by me,”

You suddenly stood up, letting his arm fall on your lap, “actually, I’ll even go sleep with him,” you continued to pester Mark, enjoying the way it was bothering him. 

“Hey!” he whisper-shout, his hands wrapped on your wrist, stopping you from getting out of bed, “You can’t do that!”

You chuckle, laying back down with your boyfriend, “I won’t, dummy,” you flick his forehead.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, pulling you closer until his cheeks were resting on the top of your head. 

“You’re mine. Mine only.”

+Day 89 12:35AM

The both of you were on facetime again. 

Despite being only 30 minutes apart, the both of you couldn’t meet; not wanting anyone to catch the both of you. Furthermore, you felt bad, since Mark had just finished practice, it would be tiring for him to come over your place. 

There was a sudden knock on Mark’s door. Your boyfriend hastily hid his phone and you naturally mute your mic. 

“You busy?” you heard someone ask, from the voice, you assumed it was Taeyong. 

“No,” Mark reply. 

“Were you talking to someone? Is it y/n?” asks Taeyong. 

Mark pretend to grimace at your name, “why would I be calling y/n?”

Taeyong shrugs, “we all kinda assumed you had a crush on y/n,”

“Ew,” Mark shook his head, “I’ll never like y/n,” he says, “she’s not even my type.”

You knew he was just saying that to stop the suspicions of the both of you dating but what he said actually hurts. 

“Really?” Taeyong questions, “we were so sure you would like y/n,”

“I swear, Hyung. Y/N isn’t even my type, her personality isn’t even my type,” Mark tries to persuade the older boy. 

Now that actually really hurts. 

You weren’t sure if he was just lying or saying the truth. 

You couldn’t bare to listen another second of their conversation, so you immediately hung up. 

Markie: baby

Markie: whyd u end the call haha

Markie: Taeyong’s gone call me back hehe

2 missed calls

Markie: why are you not picking up??

1 missed call

Markie: call me baaackkkk babe

Markie: did u fall asleep?? Haha

Markie: but it’s so early tho :(

Markie: I guess you’re asleep~

Markie: ok goodnight baby sleep tight dream of me :3

Markie: I love youuuuuuuu

+Day 90 12:46PM

Markie: good morning my love

Markie: can we call??

Markie: I kinda miss you haha 

1 missed call

Markie: heeyyyyy

Markie: are you ignoring me?

Markie: I didn’t want to think you were ignoring me, but I feel like you r

Markie: did I do something wrong? :/

Markie: can you tell me what it is at least?

Markie: at least we can talk it out or at least I can apologize?

Markie: babe

You: why did you say that

Markie: say what?

You: yesterday

You: what you said about me

You: tht I wasn’t your type nd all 

Markie: call me

Few seconds later, you received a call from your boyfriend. You answered the call, placing your phone on your ear. 

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he quickly says, “I just wanted to convince him that we weren’t dating,”

You were quiet for a while; you could hear Mark’s heavy breathing. You knew he was stressed with work and all, and you being sulky definitely wasn’t helping him. 

You let out a sigh, “I know.”

“Was it too much?” he asks you. 

“No,” you answer, “I just, I was just overthinking it and—”

“I get it,” he cuts you off, “don’t worry about it,”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “I know you’re really busy and stressed over work and I’m just making you feel worse by overthinking and all—”

“Hey,” he cuts you off again, “Don’t worry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

You couldn’t help but feel sorry.

“Sorry,” you apologised again. 

“Apologize one more time and I’ll end the call,” he jokes. 

+Day 100 8:35PM

Mark hid his hands behind his back, holding the small box in his hand tightly as he faced you with a cheeky smile. 

“What do you have behind your back, Mark Lee?” you ask, squinting your eyes at him suspiciously. 

It was your 100th day together, and since the both of you couldn’t go out to celebrate, the both of you agreed to celebrate at your place instead. 

Since Mark couldn’t make it special for you, he decided to get you a present, just to make-up for all the secret dates. 

“It’s a present,” he answers cheekily. “I got you something to make up for all the secret dates,”

You pout at his words, “I’m okay with all the sneaking around, Mark,”

Your hands going up to his jaw, your thumb caressing his cheek softly. Mark loves your touches; he couldn’t help but lean into your touch. 

Tilting his head a little, he pressed a small kiss against your palm, one of his hands reaching to grab your hands in his. 

“I bought it because I think you’ll look good in it,” he tells you, pulling out the box from behind. 

You gasp when you saw the Tiffany & Co. box. 

“Mark,” you exclaim, looking up at him, “that’s expensive!”

“You haven’t even seen it yet!” he laughs. 

He slowly opens the box, showing off the elegant 18k diamond necklace. 

Your hands went up to your mouth, gasping. 

“Mark Lee,” you shook your head, “you’re fucking crazy,”

He smiles, satisfied with your reaction, “do you like it?”

“Are you crazy? It’s beautiful!” you tell him. “But all I bought for you were $15 chocolates but here you are— gifting me an 18k diamond necklace!”

Mark giggles, pulling out the necklace from it’s box. 

“Turn around,” he murmurs. You automatically turn around, pulling your hair to one side so he could easily put the necklace on you. 

He swiftly place the pretty necklace around your neck, pinning it. You turn around to face him. 

“Pretty?” you ask him, tilting your head a little. 

“Gorgeous,” he responds, a smirk playing on his lips.

Just as you were about to reply, you heard a knock on your door. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, who would come over at this timing?

Mark frowns, “did you invite someone?”

You shook your head, “No, stay here, I’ll go see who it is.”

You stood up, walking to your door, checking the peephole, finding out who is on the other side of the door. You let out a soft gasp when you saw Donghyuck standing behind the door. 

You quickly kick Mark’s shoes under the cabinet at the front door then running over to your boyfriend. 

“Who—”

You grabbed Mark’s arms, pulling him up. “Fuck, it’s Haechan,”

He let you pull him into your bedroom with furrowed eyebrows, “why is he here?”

You shake your head, pushing Mark into your walk-in wardrobe, “I have no idea. Stay here, I’ll try to distract him, okay?”

You didn’t even let him answer, already rushing out, making sure to close your bedroom door. 

When you opened the door, Haechan immediately walked in, whining on how you were taking forever to answer the door. 

It has been 15 minutes and Haechan still hasn’t left and Mark was growing tired and sweaty in your wardrobe.

Baby Mark: is he still there

You: yeah

Baby Mark: fuuuck

Baby Mark: tell him to leave

Baby Mark: it’s so hot in here :(

You: I’m trying!! He just won’t leave

You: are you okay in there

Baby Mark: no

You: fine just get out of the wardrobe and stay in my room

You: sorry

You: make sure u lock the door and don’t make too much noise

Baby Mark: okay

+Day 101 2:34AM

You let out a heavy sigh when Donghyuck finally left. Closing your eyes tightly, you let out another heavy breath. You could finally sit down and rest. 

Oh shit— Mark!

You ambled towards your bedroom, twisting it open, realising it wasn’t locked. 

This little shit. 

When you walked in your bedroom, you were met with your boyfriend laying on your bed, hugging one of your pillows, asleep. Your heart warmed at the sight, you felt bad making him wait for hours when it was your 100th day as a couple. 

Walking closer, you climbed in next to him. Your hands caressed his hair and his pretty face. 

“I’m sorry for making you wait for so long,” you whisper. 

You didn’t know what made you so emotional, but you couldn’t help but tear up. 

You really didn’t know why. Maybe because he had gone out of his way just to see you. And maybe because he had to wait for hours just for you and in the end both of you couldn’t celebrate the special day. 

“You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for—” you choked a sob, a hand going up to cover your mouth. 

Taking a deep breath, you continue, “You do so much for me and I’m always messing up.”

For once, you were thankful that your boyfriend was a heavy sleeper. 

“I love you, Mark,” you mumble, your eyes scanning his face, appreciating everything about him. “Remember that.”

After wiping your dried tears, you slide next to him, removing the pillow that was between you two. Snuggling right into his arms, your head resting on his chest while his cheek was pressed on the crown of your head. 

“I love you,” you whisper one last time before falling into a deep slumber. 

+Day 124 7:28PM

The dome was filled with loud voices, everyone was holding their green NCT lightsticks. You felt out of place, especially when you didn’t have any kind of lightstick or poster on you. 

You nervously took a seat on your assigned seat, waiting for your boyfriend to come out. 

NCT was holding a concert after a while and Taeyong had given you free tickets to support them. 

Mark had actually gotten hold of an extra ticket for you and was about to surprise you but found out that his members had already invited you. He was a little bummed out about it but shrugged it off. 

The light dimmed and the crowd started cheering. The girls around you started squealing in excitement. 

Soon, the boys started performing. When your boyfriend’s face was on the screen, you couldn’t help but grin at his cute face. 

The fans next to you would squeal and gush at how adorable your boyfriend is. You were proud that he was your boyfriend, sadly you couldn’t show him off. 

At the end of the concert, the boys lined up in the middle of the huge stage. They started thanking the fans for coming and supporting them. 

“But I think Mark is really happy today,” Jaehyun suddenly blurted out, turning to face Mark. 

The camera started zooming in to your boyfriend’s face. 

Mark’s eyes widen , confused, “what, why? Why?”

“Because his girlfriend is here!” Jaehyun screams into the mic as the boys let out a string of weird noises. 

Mark froze on the spot as everyone went crazy over the statement. 

“Wha—”

“Okay, we will end this concert here! Thank you everyone for coming!”

Before everyone was even ready to leave, you had already run to meet your boyfriend back stage. 

Fuck, did Jaehyun actually say that?

You’re met with the sweaty boys laughing in the dressing room. 

“What the fuck was that?” you ask breathlessly as you scan each of the boys facial expression. 

“Uh oh, his girlfriend is here,” joked Johnny, staring at you with amusement. 

Mark turned to stare at the boys, “you guys knew?!”

“You guys weren’t very discreet.”

You were already standing next to your boyfriend, “how did you guys know?”

“You really think we won’t see the both of you holding hands in a public place?” scoffs Doyoung. 

Taeyong shrugs, “Mark never brings girls to the recording room.”

Your face turned red at Taeyong’s comment as Mark groans at his words. 

“And you think I wouldn’t see you guys holding hands under the blanket? Jesus,” sighs Jaehyun, rolling his eyes. 

“Fuck you,” Mark replies while Jaehyun flashes the middle finger to his friend. 

“Also, you talk way too loud y/n,” Taeil says, Taeyong immediately agreeing with him. 

“Or maybe the walls are too thin?” Taeyong questions. 

“Oh my god,” you whisper, embarrassed. “So, you guys heard everything?”

“Wish we didn’t,” shrugs Johnny. 

Mark had quietly reached for your hand, a habit he had whenever he’s nervous. 

“Also, I knew Mark was at your place, that’s why I came over,” laughs Haechan. 

You had let go of Mark’s hands to stomp over to the boy, hitting his back. “Lee Donhyuck! Did you know how long he had to wait in my wardrobe?!”

Haechan rolls his eyes, “oh please, you let him out because he was sweating.”

You let out a loud gasp, “you knew that too?!”

“Which idiot would put their password as 0000?”

“You went through my phone?!” you raised your voice, hitting the boy on the back once more. 

With furrowed eyebrows you frown and let out a sigh, “now what? Everyone knows Mark has a girlfriend,”

“I checked Twitter,” Jungwoo says, “some weren’t very happy but there are many who are supportive,”

Your frown deepens. You knew this would happen. It would affect Mark’s career badly; that was the main reason the both of you kept your relationship a secret. 

You turn to look at your boyfriend who was looking incredibly stressed right now. 

“Don’t worry y/n,” assures Johnny, you turn to look at him. “Mark is one of the most experienced and hardworking people in SM, I’m sure they’ll let you both off,”

You had your arms crossed defensively, “are you okay with this, Mark?”

You were worried for your boyfriend. 

You knew how much being on stage meant to him. He would do anything to continue performing. 

“I…I think so?” he says after a minute of pure silence. 

You pout slightly at his words. 

“I just wanna rest right now, I’m tired.”

The boys quickly agree with the younger. Everyone started standing up, grabbing their bags, leaving the room. 

You stayed with your boyfriend, accompanying him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask him again. 

He kept letting out sad sighs and it was concerning you. 

“Honestly,” he started, “I don’t know,” he turns to look at you. 

The palm of your hands automatically going up to stroke his back, attempting to comfort him. 

“I just… I just wanna be with you right now,”

You lean closer to him. “Okay.”

“Whatever it is,” he says, “we will go through it together.”