#and she fucking forgave him both times like ‘k but you’d better not do that shit again or i’ll be very mad at you.’

[dragonanon]

Golden Cheese Cookie and Smoked Cheese Cookie have the funniest fucking dynamic out of everyone in CRK. One minute they’ll both be discussing serious battle strategies and Smoked Cheese Cookie will be like “I would never abandon my Queen.” And the next minute Smoked Cheese Cookie will be pointing at a mural of a demon and going “Lmao that’s you! >:)” And Golden Cheese Cookie will be so offended and butthurt.

[speechlessxx]

Crossing Lines. 2 (Andy Barber x Reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader)

Summary: The line between best friend and lover is so thin... Can you choose which one to cross? 

Warnings: expected ending let’s be honest, angst, fluff, language! (this is the last part... btw)

for fic purposes, Ransom and Andy aren’t twins and their physical similarities will not be mentioned LOL

Word Count: 2.4 k

Read Part 1 Here

The rest of the night was a drunken blur. You vaguely remembered the way Andy held you in the park as you drunkenly cried into his chest. He listened attentively as you ranted and cursed Hugh Ransom Drysdale – whom he assumed was the other man on the porch. Andy put together the pieces and with your slurred confessions, he understood that the best friend of yours held a special place in your heart, but it didn’t deter Andy’s attraction or his growing feelings for you either.

You woke up in your apartment with a dull headache and fifteen missed calls – along with fifty-five messages – from Ransom. And one “have a good day :)” from Andy, but you decided to ignore and ghost both men. You were too confused to even entertain the idea – the possibility of you and Andy, especially when you were still questioning your feelings and the fate of your friendship with Ransom.

Over a week of radio silence from you left Ransom antsy. You had never iced him out like this. The longest you two had gone without speaking was three days – when he stood you up at a university gala so that he could fly out to the Victoria Secret Fashion Show and hook up with a model. You were so angry with him but forgave him all the same when he showed up to your dorm with two pints of ice cream and a smile.

It always so easy to get you to accept his apologies. He thought it was because you two were meant to be in each other’s lives. That your smiles and laughs – and even your playful jabs – were meant to brighten his day, every day for the rest of your lives. And it hurt him when his pleads and apologizes were left on read.

He blamed your absent responses to his dozens of messages and voicemails on that hotshot Assistant District Attorney. He blamed Andy Barber for turning you against him. And his anger towards – what seemed to be his rival – only heightened when both he and Andy Barber pulled up to the front of your apartment complex.

“What are you doing here?” Ransom said, accusingly, as he balanced the cookies and cream pint on top of the mint chocolate chip.

Andy didn’t even respond. Like the night the two were acquainted, he simply ignored Ransom and began to stride towards the complex’s doors. Fumbling with his keys, Ransom quickly locked the Beamer and chased after the suited lawyer.

“Did she invite you?” Ransom prodded. He felt a dull ache in his heart at the thought. Is this what you’ve been doing for the past week? Ignoring him to be around Andy?

Andy huffed, still ignoring the other man, as he pressed your apartment number’s button on the intercom systems. Ransom looked over at the takeout bag in Andy’s hands. Though he couldn’t see the contents, he recognized the logo. It was from your favorite Japanese place – the one you said had the best shrimp tempura rolls. He remembered you tried to get him to go with you, but he blew you off to go to a bar with his rich friends. Did Andy know your order? Did Andy take you there?

Ransom repeated his question and Andy just gave him a side glare as he pressed the button next to your apartment number again.

“No.” Andy finally answered. “I went by her office to see if she wanted lunch, but her co-workers said she’s been sick.”

Relief rushed through Ransom. So, you were ignoring both of them – that’s fine. Ransom smirked to himself. His years of friendship with you gave him the insight to know that whenever you were sick, you preferred hot soup as opposed to sushi – that you’d puke the raw fish right up.

“Hi, sorry, hello?” Your voice statically came over the speakers.

“Hey.” “Hi, (Y/N).” Andy and Ransom said at the same time. Andy shot a glare at Ransom.

“(Y/N),” Ransom said, pushing Andy’s hand away so that he could press the button. “It’s Ransom. I have ice cream and uh…”

“Ransom, I…” you sighed. “I’m sick.”

“I know, but I know all the best remedies.”

“Sorry.” You deadpanned. “I don’t… I don’t think you should be up here.”

Andy lightly shoved Ransom’s hand away from the button, pressing onto it firmly. “Hey, it’s Andy… Lauren and Sabine said you were under the weather, so I brought you lunch from that Japanese place you liked so much.”

“Andy, I…” You frowned as you spoke though neither could see it. Were they there together? “I’m sorry… I’m just so sick… and I tend to throw up sushi when I’m – “

“I actually bought you ramen.” Andy said, hope still in his voice. “I remember you told me you throw up sushi when you get sick, so I thought I’d better order some soup instead.” Ransom’s brows knitted together – when did you have time to tell Andy this? How long have you two known each other?

“Oh…” You facepalmed. The slap was audible and made Ransom crack a smile. “Okay fine… C’mon up, Andy.” That smile quickly dropped.

Andy smirked at Ransom as the doors buzzed and unlocked, but Ransom was not going down without a fight.

-=+=-

Several days later, it was Ransom’s turn to show up at your office, but this time you were there. Your work friends, Sabine and Lauren, were divided about the strange predicament you found yourself in. They were the ones who arranged for you and Andy to meet, but they were also the ones living vicariously through the love triangle you stumbled in.

“What are you doing here?” You groaned as Ransom showed up with two coffees in his hands. He put one cup on your desk and brought his to his lips with a smirk. “Hugh – “

“You’re ignoring my calls and texts, but you sure do love giving Andy Barber attention… Did you know he has a kid?” Ransom poked. “I know you wouldn’t date people with kids. The ex’s still in the picture y’know.”

“Considering how I haven’t dated anyone since college, I’m in no room to judge.” You frowned. “Now, unless you’re in some legal trouble, I suggest you leave.”

Ransom shook his head and pushed you back into your seat when you moved to stand. “He’s also really old…”

“Not much older than you and I.”

Ransom frowned. What did Andy Barber have that he didn’t? Why were you so intent on breaking your own dating rules for him?

“What’s it about him?” Ransom wondered aloud. “Is it his job? Dating an ADA would surely get you out of this joint… Hell, maybe you could even be a trophy wife. Stop working, drive around his Audi. You can probably even be friends with the ex-wife… Laurie, I think that’s her name. Aw, you and Barber would be so cute… Imagine him going to the country club with his pretty, young wife.” He snorted.

“Ransom!” You scolded as you glanced around at those who were listening in the conversation. You were already given flack for being friends with Harlan Thrombey’s grandson. You didn’t need your other co-workers to whisper about your attempts at social climbing by dating Andy Barber. “What is wrong with you! Andy’s a good guy. I’d date him even if he wasn’t a lawyer. Now shut up and leave.”

“No… No!” Ransom argued, lightly slapping your hands away when you tried to push him towards the doors.

“You’re making a scene at my work-place, Ransom,” you aggressively whispered.

“No!” Ransom repeated, his voice rising. Those who weren’t paying attention before were certainly now. “I just wanna know… what’s it about Andrew Stephen Barber that’s got you ignoring me? Huh?” When you didn’t respond, he grew angrier. Why weren’t you answering?! Did your ghosting also apply to real life? “(Y/N), I told you I loved you and you just got in a car with him and left me.”

You bit your lip, furrowing your brows as you glanced around. Those who were trying to discreetly listen abandoned their attempts. They watched on as if they were watching a soap.

“You sleep around.” You muttered. “You parade girl after girl around me as if it didn’t hurt, Ransom. I cancelled my date with Andy, so I could go to your mom’s party. You invited me and ditched me, so that you could go fuck some wannabe model in your grandad’s house. You only came looking for me when you needed a damn condom!” You heard some snickering in the background, but you were too focused on trying not to cry to care.

“I – “

“I’ve been at your beck and call for years. And now, I think…” you stared up at Ransom’s eyes, your own shiny with tears. “I think you only keep me in your life because I’m the only one who gives a damn about you.”

“(Y/N) – “Ransom sighed. “No… I love you, that’s why,” he tried to grab your arm, but you pulled away, shaking your head. “No guy has ever been good enough for you. That’s why I never let them date you!”

“What?” You asked in disbelief. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips as you thought about every date – every guy who came into your life who miraculously disappeared after meeting Ransom. “Son of a – “

“And Andrew Fucking Barber is definitely not good enough for you.”

“And what you are?” You prompted. Your eyes wide and with your shaky tone, Ransom knew you were on the brink of crying. “Ransom,” you shook your head, “I loved you for years. I loved you despite you constantly sleeping with other girls, despite you always ditching me, or despite your family. I loved you even though you can be heartless and insensitive. I loved you so much I put my life on pause to always help you – to always be there for you… But Ransom, I can’t do this anymore… I’m sorry. I can’t…”

“Hey pal,” the security guard finally stepped up just as the tears started to roll down your cheeks. “I think you gotta go.” When Ransom reached out to grab you, the guard quickly stood between you. “Now, Mr. Drysdale.”

Ransom stared at you as you slumped back into your seat. Lauren and Sabine immediately rushed to your side, but you waved them off as you put your head in your hands. You were embarrassed that you caused a scene. You were embarrassed that you confessed your love for Ransom. But it gave you clarity.

The love you had for Ransom was toxic.

And you needed to let it go.

Ransom allowed himself to be dragged out of the office and onto the pavement. The guard told him not to come back. “You leave Miss (Y/L) alone, alright, man?” The guard said. “I know Andy Barber… and when he finds out about this, he ain’t gonna be happy.”

“I’m not scared of Andy fucking Barber.” Ransom rolled his eyes.

“Nah, but he’s got some pull in the DA’s office. He can get a restraining order approved in minutes, pal…” The guard chuckled. “You leave Miss (Y/L) alone.”

Ransom watched as the guard hobbled back into the office, closing the doors behind him. He tried to look through the glass, to get one last glimpse of you. He always wished you’d be the first to confess your love … But he never expected it to be like that.

Now, he couldn’t help but wonder… was this your last conversation? He made you cry and he couldn’t even apologize for that … After this, are you cutting him off completely?

-=+=-

Andy Barber was attentive, observant. He was kind. Growing up with a murderer as a father, he found that his compassion was a way to compensate for his father’s sins. He strived to make a name for himself aside from being Bloody Billy’s son. He was a good man.

A man that put aside his late evening plans to drive from Newton to Boston just to pick you up. A man who put his night on pause just to spend some time with you on a whim of a phone call.

If it had been Ransom, he’d be scolding you as he drove. Blaming you for wasting his time. He’d guilt you and make you feel worse.

But Andy wasn’t Ransom.

Andy made you feel wanted.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered when you slumped into Andy’s couch. “I didn’t know where else to go… Ransom knows where I live and if I see him at my apartment, I think I’m gonna lose my shit and I’ll need a lawyer.”

Andy chuckled as he settled down next to you, handing you a cup of coffee. You smiled and thanked him as you put your head on his shoulder. “I’ll represent you, no worries. I’ll even do it pro bono.”

“I don’t think you’re allowed to,” you laughed. “Circumstantially, they say that lawyers shouldn’t represent their significant – “you bit your lip, cutting yourself off. You’re thinking too far, (Y/N), you scolded yourself.

Andy smirked. “Significant other?” He asked, bringing his cup to his lips, taking a long sip. “Taking strides now, are we?”

“Sorry…” you felt heat rise to your face.

“No, you’re fine,” Andy smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “We’ll take strides.” He muttered and nodded. “If that’s what you want?”

“Yeah, Andy… I do.” You smiled to yourself as you brought took a sip.

Your nose scrunched up. You had forgotten to tell Andy your meticulous coffee order. Whenever you were at Ransom’s, you didn’t need to tell him – he just knew. Your heart ached at the thought of losing your best friend, the one of the only people who knew you. After years of friendship, you couldn’t just burn that bridge… right?

You pulled your head from Andy’s shoulder and looked over at him. He smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. This growing relationship was fresh. It was new and it felt healthy.  Sure, Andy didn’t know your coffee order, but like Ransom, he could learn it. Maybe he could even memorize it by heart.

You smiled at the thought and leaned into Andy, pressing your lips onto his.

You weren’t sure what fate had in store for you and Ransom – whether that friendship ended forever or will revive itself in due time…

But you were certain about Andy…

You were certain you wanted this new beginning.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

AM I BEING PUNISHED?

Pairing | Kai Parker x Reader

Warnings | smut, oral (female and male receiving), male Dom, female Dom, male and female submissive, fingering, handjob, sex

Word count | 2154

Summary | punishing Kai and after he gets his.. revenge

"I'm home!" Kai called as he walked through the door, chucking his keys on the table and hanging his coat on a hook. "Babe?" He questioned when he didn't get a response. As he was about to call again he saw the back of her head peaking over the top on the sofa. "Y/n! There you are!" When she didn't turn around Kai put a hand on y/n's shoulder but she still still didn't move. He opened his mouth to say something but she stood up and walked off.

Kai huffed and chased after her, but before he could say anything y/n spun around and smashed her lips to his. He was taken back for a moment before he sunk into the kiss, which was deepening by the minute. She backed him towards their bedroom and Kai kicked the door shut with his foot, before being roughly shoved to the bed by y/n. He smirked up at her and she moved to straddle him, quickly recapturing his lips with hers.

"Kinky." Kai winked as y/n cuffed his wrist to the bed post.

"Shut up." She moaned and pushed him flat onto the bed, grinding her hips into his with force. Her kisses trailed down his jaw and to his neck, where she sucked harshly at the skin so she would leave bruises.

"Babe, are you forgetting who the handcuffs are for?" Kai said with a smirk still evident in his tone. Y/n looked up at him as her kisses reached his chest and gave him a fake smile.

"No, I just think you look better in them." She said through gritted teeth. Kai soon caught on.

"Awwh, am I being punished? 'Caus that's kinda hot." Y/n's gaze was still cold.

"You didn't think you'd get away with it did you? I don't care that I forgave you, you still killed someone, Kai." Y/n scolded, straddling Kai's waist with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Okay, okay. You've proved your point. Now take these off before I rip them in two and tie you up so I can ruin you." Kai shot back, but y/n shook her head.

"Oh baby, I'm just getting started." She fake pouted, kissing his chest again. She sat up and pulled her - well Kai's - shirt over her head, freeing her breasts. She played with them for a moment - flicking her nipples until they were hard and massaging the flesh in her hands before continuing down his body.

"Then I hope you know what's coming. Oh I can't wait to tie you to the bed and eat you out until your whole body is trembling and there's a big wet patch on the sheets. Then I'm going to fuck your face like the little slut you are and you're going to take it. And I'll top it all off by fucking you senseless on ever surface in the house - all the horizontal ones with break in two and all the vertical ones with have cracks." Kai planned as y/n kept teasing him, still grinding against his hard length. Just as she hooked her fingers into the waist band of his sweats, Kai yanked the metal and broke it from the headboard, discarding the cuff and pinning y/n to the bed with his vampire speed.

Y/n's eyes were wide and Kai was grinning evilly down at her, his knee between her legs and her wrists pinned over her head with his hand. She swallowed thickly as he agonisingly slowly trailed a finger over her features, down the side of her face, her neck, her breasts - stoping to pinch her nipple and roll it between his thumb and fore finger.

"Oh baby, when I'm done with you you're gonna feel like you've been thrown straight into hell." Her eyes widened and Kai's finger continued its way over her stomach and to the waistband of her shorts. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and ripped it off y/n, leaving the scraps of material on the floor.

Kai licked his lips, his eyes raking over y/n's naked figure. Kai tied y/n's wrists to the bed using a piece of rope he produced from under the bed before kissing his way down her body, swirling his tongue around her nipple and nipping it gently, drawing sighs and moans from y/n's lips and moving onto the other one. He moved down to her thighs, positioning himself between her legs and spreading them with a grip tight enough to leave bruises. Kai started leaving kisses and hickeys all over her inner thighs, getting close to where she needed him but not touching her there. Y/n groaned in frustration and Kai chuckled, kissing his way towards her heat.

Her looked up at her through his lashes as he blew a stream of air onto y/n's clit, making her hips jump up at the sensation. Kai pinned her hips down with his arm, keeping her from bucking her hips up again. He licked a stripe up from her slit to her clit and back again, doing this a few times and making y/n try to thrash her hips. Kai stopped at her entrance and pushed his tongue into, pumping the warm muscle in-and-out, tearing pornographic moans from the girl. Y/n tugged at the rope but it didn't budge, Kai's tongue now curling around and stroking her walls. She clenched around him and Kai moaned into her in response, sending vibrations throughout her core. Y/n shuddered as Kai started to rub circles on her clit, adding too much to the sensation and she came screaming Kai's name.

He pulled away but didn't stop, moving his fingers from her clit to her entrance and pushing them in to the knuckle, pulling out to the tips and pushing back in. He lowered his mouth to her clit and lapped around it, flicking it with his tongue. Y/n's eyes rolled as Kai sucked her clit into his mouth, nipping it and dragging it out with his teeth. She soon came again, biting her bottom lips almost hard enough to draw blood.

He kept going, curling his fingers upwards and trying to finger her spot.

"Kai!" Y/n moaned as he found it, making him reangle his fingers to hit it with every thrust. His mouthy worked at her clot still, bringer her to a third orgasm and making her whole body shake. Kai pulled away and smirked at her, climbing over y/n and kissing her. Y/n could taste her sweetness in the kiss and moaned into his mouth.

"I love it when you scream my name." He mumbled against her lips and they both smiled into the kiss. Kai untied his girl's wrists and she pulled them free, rubbing the sore spots before her lips were caught in a lustful kiss and Kai was wrapping her legs around his waist. He picked her up and carried her across the room, slamming her back into a wall and kissing down her neck, hickeys blossoming in his wake. Y/n reached down and quickly undid his belt buckle, pushing his jeans and boxers down his legs. Kai kicked the unwanted cloths away and lined himself up with her entrance.

His first thrust was hard and rough to start their session, knocking the wind out of y/n's lungs. Her head lolled back against the wall and her eyes clenched closed with pleasure, her bottom lips between her teeth. Kai's lips continued their assault on her neck and chest, before he enveloped her nipple into his mouth and sucked on the sensitive bud. He delivered several heavy thrusts to her hips which made y/n cry out his name, making Kai smirk grow against her soft skin. He fucked into her roughly and at a fast pace, causing her eyes to cross.

"Always do fucking right for me." He groaned in her ear, braving his hand on the wall beside her head. Just as she felt herself reaching her release, Kai slowed and walked y/n over the the desk that sat opposite their bed, lowering her to the cool surface. Her back arched away from the cold wood and Kai placed his hand on her torso to push her back down. He started moving again, the new angle allowing him to hit even deeper inside her. Kai's bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as he stared down at his girlfriend, who's head was thrown back and mouth was open in a non-stop moan and eyes were clenched shut with pleasure. Kai reaches his hand out and started to rub circles on her clit, bringing his girl close and closer to her release. But as before, just as she was about to reach her high he stopped inside her and scooped her up, taking her to the bed and dropping her into the soft sheets.

He carefully pulled out, knowing y/n would be sensitive and flipped her over onto her stomach, propping the shaking girl's ass in the air and giving it a harsh - but meaningful - spank. Y/n jumped forward at the contact yet felt herself drip down her thighs.

"Fuck, look at you," Kai praised, "so wet your dripping." He groaned out before slamming back into her, moaning as he did so. His hands gripped her hips and helped in guiding her ass back to him, meeting his thrusts half way and creating a fast and strong rhythm. "You look so sexy backing yourself against me, sweetheart." He whispered in her ear, leaning over y/n so his chest pressed to her back and his breath tickled under her ear. Y/n bit down on the back of her hand, trying to stop the loud moans from escaping her but failing, the pleasure she felt too strong to deny.

"K-Kai, I'm clo-se." She all but screamed when his fingers reconnected with her clit, drawing rough and fast figure of eights. Kai's other hand snaked its way around her throat, pulling y/n's back flush against him as he continued to pound into her. He nibbled on her ear lobe.

"C'mon, babe. Give it to me, make a mess of my cock." Kai whispered through gritted teeth, his hot breath hitting the side of y/n's face intoxicating. Her boyfriend's pace sped up, trying to push her over the edge finally.

"I'm- I-" His girl couldn't even form the words as she came, screaming Kai's name and collapsing forward when he let go of her. He let her ride out her orgasm, continuing thrusting until it was finished. He pulled out and climbed off the bed.

"Knees, now." He demanded after giving the girl a few minutes to calm down and she instantly complied, slipping off the bed and onto her knees in front of Kai. She looked up at him with innocent eyes as she wrapped her lips around his thick shaft, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Kai threw his head back with a groan of her name and directed her hair, pushing y/n down around him and making her take him all the way. His girlfriend gagged as he hit the back of her throat, reflex tears leaking down her cheeks slowly. He pulled her back off him and looked down at his girl - mascara running down her cheeks and mixture of saliva and precum leaking down her chin. "God you're hot." Kai moaned before shoving his dick back in her mouth, holding y/n's head still and fucking into her. She hollowed her cheeks as he fucked her mouth - trying to bring himself to a release.

"Fuck, shit y/n." Kai moaned out as he came, pulling out of her mouth and cumming over   y/n's face and chest. He groaned at the site of her and wiped his thumb over her face, collecting some of his seed and pushing his thumb into her mouth. He mentally groaned as she cleaned his thumb off and swallowed his cum. Kai repeated the action until his girl was practically clean before pulling her to her feat and smashing his lips to hers. Y/n moaned into the kiss and her hand rested on Kai's shoulders for support whilst his wrapped around her back and one tangled in her hair. They pulled away breathless and shared a smile, standing grinning at each other.

"Looks like you could use a shower." Kai commented with a smirk, winking at y/n before walking towards the bathroom. He turned around to face her as he reached the door. "You coming?"

[jadekitty777]

Pier

Sorry I’m late y’all! Day 3 was not technically finished and I originally planned to just split the entry into two chapters and maybe finish this one off later but... instead my dumb ass was like: No! Finish it!

So I did and now it is past midnight. I am very tired and things may not be edited properly.

I also gave up the secret on this one to a few readers... this entry is actually a continuation to Umbrella, which I had written a few weeks back. I do recommend reading that one first.

Day 3: Family

Dedicated to: @chiherah/@chiherahcreations

Rating: K+

Pairing: Qrow/Clover, Raven/Tai/Summer

Word Count: 5k

Ao3 Link: Pier

Summary: Every year, it was a tradition for Qrow to head up to Lake Bowen and spend the holidays with his sister's family. It was not, generally, tradition to bring a boyfriend along for the ride. [Modern AU]

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Qrow flicked on his turn signal, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm over the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn. Usually, he was relieved once he’d hit this stoplight, as it acted as a beacon marking the last leg of the grueling four-and-a-half hour drive it took to get from his little apartment in Wilmington to his sister’s grand cottage in Lake Bowen. It was a chance to finally stretch out his legs and get tackled down by his little gremlin nieces who would spend the majority of the next three days begging to know what he got them for Christmas. He’d get a glass of iced tea and a hug from Tai and a kiss on the cheek and a cookie from Summer before they both banished him from the kitchen. Spent the better part of the waning afternoon munching on finger food while catching up with Raven and entertaining Yang and Ruby as they tried to tug him into half a dozen different games.

At least, that’s how it was supposed to go.

But typically he didn’t have someone else with him.

“Everything alright?” That same someone else who had also easily picked up on his growing anxiety.

“Yeah, fine.” He said gruffly, turning left as the light finally changed.

“That was convincing.” There was a rustling as Clover set aside the newspaper he’d been reading (the dork had to be one of the last of the dozen living humans left to have a subscription), turning his full attention on him. “Come on babe, what’s on your mind?”

He glanced at him and it was a mistake, because there was no way he could argue when looking into those earnest teal eyes – especially when looking through those cute, wire-rim reading glasses. He sighed, fingers starting up their drum solo once more. “I just want this week to go well.”

“Why do you think it won’t?”

“Because,” He faltered, chewing on the edge of his lip. “My sister’s side of the family isn’t exactly what you’d call normal.”

“So you’ve said, about a thousand times.” Clover replied, “And as I’ve said a thousand and one times, it’s fine. I’m not gonna start judging the people you love just because they aren’t a traditional nuclear family.”

Qrow gave a noncommittal hum. Kept drumming.

He wasn’t really worried about that – though, he didn’t quite forget the nightmare when one of his partners tried to exposit some ‘helpful advice’ about the Rose-Xiao Long-Branwen family’s living situation. Raven had near about shoved the carving knife in Kimi’s chest when she tried to enlighten to Summer how three people sleeping in the same bed will give the children questionable ideas. After getting thoroughly screamed at by three furious adults, his girlfriend had run out of the house in tears – and stole his car to get away from his ‘crazy fucking family’. It had taken him a good two months to get it back, and he certainly didn’t get her back with it. Not that it was a great loss.

Come to think of it, that disaster was the last time he’d braved bringing anyone by at all. Ruby hadn’t even been talking yet.

“Alright,” Clover’s voice broke him from his thoughts. “Let’s try something different. What’s the biggest thing you’re afraid of?”

“Snakes.”

A snort. “Qrow.”

“I mean, it is.” He guaranteed. “They’re scaly and slithery and gross and Raven put one in my bed when I was ten and I never forgave her for it.”

Clover gave his arm a light smack. “About the meeting, birdbrain.”

Qrow rolled his eyes. “Oh, bird insults, how original.”

“I’m a classics kind of guy.”

“You are not Mr. I-haven’t-seen-anything-made-before-the-80s.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

He opened his mouth, then shut it. Frowned at the street they were driving over. “It’s just, what if they don’t like you?”

His boyfriend tilted his head. “All of them?”

His fingers clenched over the wheel. “What if you don’t like them?”

“All of them?” He echoed with a touch more amusement.

He grunted, slouching low. “Okay I get it, I’m being dumb.”

“No, you’re not. It’s normal to be stressed out about this. I was just trying to point out your fears are probably getting the better of you. Do you really believe all of us are going to just hate each other?” Clover refuted gently. Qrow liked that about him, how he could so easily retrack his mind out of the harmful places they tended to journey to.

“Maybe not all of you. But Raven? Definitely.” He grunted. “She hasn’t liked a single person I’ve dated, ever.”

“Um.”

He shot him a look. “What?”

Clover grinned guiltily in return. “We’ve talked about some of the people you’ve dated and your track record isn’t the best.”

Mildly offended, he snipped back, “Oz was a good one!”

“The guy with four kids?”

“It wasn’t that he had four kids, it was that he lied about having four kids.” When all he got was an arched a brow as if to say ‘that’s better?’, Qrow scowled. “Shut up.”

Clover laughed. It wasn’t long before he was laughing with him. He liked this about him too, how an air of comfort always seemed to surround his boyfriend. He was always ready to lighten the mood with a joke, a smile or his laugh, which even after the seven months they’d been dating, Qrow was still utterly captivated by. More than that, he was slowly coming to the realization he didn’t want to go a day without it – or without Clover.

He knew things were getting serious, which was why he so desperately needed this week to go well. He needed his family to support his new relationship and he needed Clover to accept his strange little family. Because if he got those two simple things, then he would see there was a possibility for a future in which Clover was part of his family.

He knew that fateful meeting was coming closer as he spotted the last landmark they had to cross before they would find themselves at the house. “There’s the bridge.”

As they started over the lake, it was comically cartoonish how he could practically see the sparkle effect in Clover’s eyes as he plastered his face against the window. With no traffic behind them, Qrow slowed the car down to give him a chance to really take it in.

Once, when he’d been invited on yet another date to the beach, he’d joked that Clover was just like his namesake because, as a weed, it was only natural he’d want to suck up as much of the surrounding water as possible. It wasn’t just the sea he was completely enamored by, but also lakes, ponds, rivers, marshes, and anything and everything in between. Heck, even their first true meeting was thanks to his obsession – Clover eventually admitted the only reason he’d left early that day was because he wanted to go out and enjoy the rain.

“As luck would have it, I got to enjoy some great company along with it.” He had said with a wink.

Qrow wouldn’t say he necessarily understood it, but it was impossible not to enjoy the excited way Clover would go on about subglacial lakes or tell stories about how he used to catch newts whenever spring came around and tried to keep them as pets. Topics that he probably would otherwise have found boring was different seeing it through the lens of someone so passionate – and Qrow knew he was just the same whenever he talked about fencing or birds. He still recalled the night their interests made a rare alignment, when they ended up having a long talk about Kingfishers.

He knew if he told anyone about that night, they’d probably just laugh and tell him how dull it sounded. And yet, for him, it remained as one of his favorite dates.

“Man, how incredible it must be just to live out here.” Clover said after they’d made their way across, the lake giving way to land once more and opening into a very small business district. “How does your sister’s family afford it?”

“It’s inherited. Tai’s uncle willed it to him when he passed.” He took a left, heading up towards the lakeside neighborhood. The street itself narrowed considerably, and spindly, white-trunked ash trees flanked them from either side.

“His uncle did?” He echoed, not hiding his confusion.

“Yeah. I don’t know all the details but he basically raised him. So, I guess he was more like his surrogate dad than anything.” Qrow explained, feeling his anxiety spike as the two-story dwelling peeked between dense vegetation. “Heh, actually I’m pretty sure that’s why Tai’s so insistent I come visit so much. He probably invites me over more than my own sister does.” Scratch that, he definitely did.

He pulled down the driveway to the garage situated in the back. As the house was on the waterside, the front was facing towards the lake and the driveway and garage were in the rear. It was a bit strange, but he’d gotten used to it over the years, just like he’d gotten used to the fact the dwelling was one of the most unique in the neighborhood. Made to appear like a log cabin, it seemed more suited for a place in the middle of the woods or up in the mountaintops. Tai’s little sunflower garden framed either side of the doorway, and bushes of roses and birds of paradise were interspaced down the west and eastern sides of the house. From memory, he remembered the front had a large porch with an overhang and a path made of stones that led from the door down to the small, privately owned pier.

The engine was cut, and he heard the passenger door opening - but Qrow stared blankly at the dash, hoping the next ten seconds would be enough to mentally prepare him for the next seven days.

“Hey. Look at me.” Clover’s larger, tanner hander covered his own, thumb brushing over his knuckles that had whitened from their too-tight grip on the wheel. It took him a moment to tear his gaze from the touch to actually do as asked, and was consoled by the tender, reassuring smile his boyfriend gave him. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

He swallowed down the lump in his throat. “How are you so calm about this?”

“’Cause I’ve got you at my side. Just knowing you’re with me gives me courage.”

The words made his heart stutter. It stuttered again when Clover lent forward to kiss him. His eyes slipped closed, giving back as much as he was given. The strength he’d been looking for filled him so that when they finally pulled away and exited the car, the knot that had been in the pit of his stomach had loosened its hold considerably. Just in time, as faint barking from inside definitely announced their arrival, drawing his attention to the back door.

A second later, the screen door came flying open as his youngest niece came barreling out of it, screaming at the top of her lungs, “UNCLE QROW’S HERE!!”

It was hard to tell if the snickers on the other side of the car were from the seven-year old’s antics or perhaps from her odd sense of fashion, as she was sporting a long, red bathroom robe that he swore was Raven’s, what appeared to be an old Flash costume from Halloween, and a pirate’s hat. As she came racing towards him, he realized she also had on light-up shoes.

He lent down, scooping Ruby up and lifting her effortlessly. “Hey there pipsqueak.”

She snuggled into his shoulder. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too.” He kissed the top of her head. “So, what’s with this little getup?”

She pulled at the loose belt meant to hold the robe closed. “Mama said you might need saving, so I dressed the part.”

“Did she now?” He carefully kept the annoyance off his face but oh, was he so getting his sister back for that.

“Uh-huh! I’m Rapid Ruby, at your service!” She tipped her hat.

Before Qrow could think up an appropriate response, a coo of ‘Ooh who’s this little guy?’ drew his attention towards his boyfriend. The man was kneeling on the ground, accepting little licks from what was certainly not a little guy. In fact, it had to be the fattest corgi he’d ever seen in his life. The poor thing was shaped exactly like a swiss roll cake and colored like one too.

“That’s Zwei! Mommy brought him from her office.” His niece chirped brightly, but when Clover looked up at her, she shrunk against Qrow’s neck, trying to hide. His hero.

He rubbed her back soothingly. “Ruby, this is Clover. You remember me talking to you about him over the phone right?” She only gave a little whine. “He’s left-handed, like you.”

That got her to lift her face, looking at the man with a wary curiosity. “Do you have to use special scissors too?”

“I do.” Clover smiled at her, still kneeling on the ground so he appeared less threatening. Or maybe he just wanted to get more kisses from the dog, it was hard to tell.

“And can openers are dumb, right?”

“The dumbest.”

“And, and!” She tapped her chin, thinking hard. “Have you ever taken your mommy’s tea by accident during lunch and had to spit it out cause it’s gross?”

He chuckled. “Not tea, but I did take a swig of my dad’s whiskey once.”

Ruby spat out her tongue. “Yucky!”

“Yeah, it really was.”

“Well,” An orotund voice cut in. “It’s nice to see everyone getting along out here.”

Mostly content to just watch the two’s adorable exchange, Qrow hadn’t notice the newcomer who had stepped outside, a welcoming grin spread on Tai’s face as he approached.

Newcomers, he amended, as he spotted Raven watching them from the threshold.

He juggled Ruby carefully, holding out an arm to accept the side hug his brother-in-law gave him. “Good to see you brother.”

“You too. Glad you could make it.” Tai ruffled his hair before he pulled away to shake Clover’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you! Qrow’s told us a lot.”

“Likewise.”

Before things could potentially get awkward, Qrow cleared his throat. “So Tai, what’s with the cake roll?”

The blond glanced back at him, then down at the dog who plopped down at his feet. “Zwei? Someone dropped him off a few weeks ago. No tags or chip. And you know Summer, she just couldn’t leave him to starve in a cage.”

“Think starving’s the least of his problems.” He grumbled under his breath.

“She’s a vet, right?” Clover spoke up.

“Yeah, we run a little place together. But you’d swear, with how many animals get abandoned there that we’re actually the town shelter.” Tai joked. “We usually end up fostering the ones in need of special care.”

Ruby tugged at his shirt collar, excitement sparkling in her eyes. “Daddy says we’re gonna keep him.”

“No. Daddy said we will discuss keeping it.” Raven chided across the yard, still barring the door like a sphinx waiting for the right answer.

“But maaaa!” Ruby started to wiggle enough that Qrow let her down so she could run over and plead her case.

Now out of earshot, Tai lent over and whispered, “We’re putting a collar and leash in Yang’s stocking and some dog toys in Ruby’s.”

“Bet that thrills Raven.” He murmured back. She’d never been much of an animal person.

“It was her idea.” His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but before he could comment, his brother was slapping him on the shoulder, continuing on in a louder tone, “Alright, how ‘bout we get your guys’ stuff inside so y’all can settle in?”

While Raven brought Ruby and Zwei inside to keep them out of the way, the trunk was popped and the luggage pulled out. Between the three of them, they were able to juggle their bags and the box of gifts inside, the latter being dropped off next to the heavily decorated Christmas tree the moment they entered the great room. As Tai led them towards the stairs, Qrow took a peek at the archway that lead to the kitchen, and though he only caught the back of Summer’s head, he could smell the delectable scents of whatever she was preparing wafting in from here.

“We only have one guest room, so I apologize the accommodations aren’t the best.” Tai was saying after they’d set the bags inside the guest room. The words were entirely for Clover’s sake, as he never said them when Qrow came here alone. Perhaps because the room only housed one bed.

Clover was too preoccupied swooning over the window nook that overlooked the lake to notice such a trivial detail. “I think it’s perfect.”

What a dork. Qrow rolled his eyes, having to fight the smile from his face.

“So, Qrow tells me you like to fish.”

Oh god, now they were never going to shut up. While they chatted, Qrow ducked out of the room to use the bathroom. By the time he was passing by his room again, Tai and Clover were chatting about lure types, so he decided to make his way back to the ground floor, passing Zwei laying in his doggy bed by the couch, and entered into the kitchen where all the girls had collected in.

Raven was at one side, frosting sugar cookies before handing them over to Ruby who was sitting on the counter. Her job was to decorate each cookie with little chocolate chips, peppermint crunch, or cinnamon bites before setting them on the plate (and both were stealing candy pieces to munch on). Opposite them, Yang was standing on a stool to be tall enough to reach the counter, vigorously peeling through carrots before handing them off to Sumer, who chopped them into smaller pieces with the vegetable knife before adding them into a pot. The oven was on, the faint outline of a cooking dish the likely culprit of what he’d gotten a whiff of coming inside.

“Mmmm, I don’t even know where to start.” Qrow said more to announce his presence than anything.

“There you are, you scoundrel! Was beginning to think you weren’t gonna come say hello.” Summer chastised as she walked over to him, Irish accent thick as ever.

He knelt down to accept his cheek kisses. “Thought you woulda appreciated me not immediately invading your kitchen for once.” Tiny, strong arms found their way around his waist. He dropped his hand into golden curls, smiling down at his other niece. “Hey there firecracker.”

She pressed her chin into his ribs, giving him a stern stare that made her look so much like his sister. “I’m making dinner tonight, so you better like it!”

“I’m sure with you behind the helm, it’ll be wonderful.” He snorted. A threat as a greeting hadn’t been his expectation.

She was grinning now, giving one more, “You better!” before hurrying back to her station.

“She’s really excited.” Summer explained, following her. As he poured himself a glass of sweet tea from the pitcher sitting on the island, she asked, “So where’s yer lad? I was hoping to get a good gander at him.”

He leant back against the counter next to his sis as he replied, “Tai got him talking about fishing, so he’s never coming down.”

They were probably sharing different casting methods right now. Not that he could complain – he figured Clover would hit it off with Tai immediately. Similar hobbies aside, they both had easy-going, friendly personalities which tended to blend well with small talk. Knowing he’d also managed to get his shy niece to talk to him so freely was also a bit of a blessing.

But the real problem was the woman currently bumping her shoulder against his. “Fair warning, Tai’s been filling his pocketbook with every fish pun he can think of.”

“And you let him?” He squawked, utterly scandalized.

She replied, completely straight-faced, “They’re reel good.”

Qrow blinked. Blinked again. Deadpanned, “I’m not related to you anymore.”

“Good, get out.”

They glared at one another, the seconds ticking by.

Raven broke first, turning away to hide her smile.

“Hah, I win!” He took a cookie as his trophy.

“Mommy, they’re being dumb again.” He heard Yang murmur.

“Yeah, they’re a buncha dopes.” Though it was meant to be an insult, Summer’s tone was nothing but endearing.

Before Qrow could think of an appropriate comeback, the sound of heavy steps on the stairs and chatter drew attention towards the entryway.

“Then it just smacked me right in the face! I was so shocked it just fell right out of my hands and back in the water.” Tai was saying.

“Well that’s one way to lose a fish.” Clover laughed heartily.

As they entered the room, it was hard to miss the blond’s smirk as he replied, “It’s alright, I’m quite good at catching other types.”

“And dear, what other types are those?” Raven spoke up.

He winked her way. “Types like you babe.”

She looked unimpressed, but Summer started to giggle. “I mean, if you like swordfish.”

“Ut-! Excuse you! I’m a shark.”

Qrow snorted. “A goblin shark, maybe.”

“Careful, you’re in stabbing distance.”

He shifted away, just in case.

Tai was chuckling, nodding to her. “Clover, the shark is my lovely wife Raven and our daughter Ruby.” He waved to the other side of the room. “And this is my other lovely wife, Summer and our daughter Yang.”

“I’m the cook today!” Yang said proudly, brandishing a tiny knife at him. “You better like dinner!”

“Honey, don’t point with the knife. That’s rude.” Summer chastised.

“Oh, sorry.” She set it down to point with a carrot instead. “Now you better like dinner.”

To his credit, Clover managed not to laugh, only saluting her. “Yes ma’am. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Good. If you don’t lie about it, then I like you.” Yang decided before turning back to her work.

Her father pat her on the head as he walked by. “Clover would you like anything? Water? Sweet tea?”

“Water would be wonderful, thank you.” He replied, taking the opportunity to slip over to Qrow’s side.

“So, you’re an Irish lad?” Summer asked.

Qrow winced. He was afraid that would be the first thing she’d dig at. The other woman had been born and raised in Ireland, and had initially only come to the states to study Veterinarian work on an apprenticeship at Cornell Uni. She had had plans to return to her homeland – until she met Raven and Tai, both of whom were also studying at Cornell under a scholarship.

The rest of that incredible and confusing love story Qrow was told through long distance telephone calls while take his own, more modest level courses at UNC Wilmington. He remembered how certain he had been that the two were just pulling his leg the entire time until he actually had Summer standing right in front of him, rather than the ghost of a person his sibling and best friend were feeding him.

He’d liked her immediately. She was funny, quick-witted and extremely compassionate, especially towards animals (“Ravens especially,” she always joked). She was easy to get along with, even if she herself could be a bit meek – but touch anything about her culture with even a hint of pretentious air and a bit of her own brashness would come out as she happily kicked someone down a few pegs.

While trepidation settled in his gut, as inconspicuously as possible, he slid his hand into Clover’s, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

His boyfriend didn’t seem to share his worry, lips only quirking upwards, squeezing his hand back as he answered, “Yeah, on my mom’s side.”

“Did she name you for the shamrock or for the four-leaf clover?”

“The four-leaf.” He took the glass of water as Tai handed it to him, continuing, “I was uh, apparently not expected to make it to term, so my parents always considered me a ‘lucky’ birth. My mother thought naming me Clover was perfect because of that and her heritage. She didn’t know there was a difference. My pa actually told me it started this whole big feud between her and her grandparents because it had offended them so much.”

As they continued to converse, Qrow exhaled softly.

Any air left whooshed out of him as fifty pounds of child thumped against his back. “Uncle Qrooow, this is boring. Can we go play video games?”

“Uh,” He hesitated. He’d never really been one to deny his youngest niece, but he couldn’t just leave his boyfriend to the wolves, so to speak.

A thumb brushed along his knuckles. Clover was still preoccupied by whatever Summer was saying, but he gave him a side-eye and a small smile, before letting his hand go.

Taking that sign, Qrow conceded. “Alright kiddo, jump on.”

“Yes!” She clung to him as he hitched her onto his back and carried her out to the living room, where he let her pick the game.

They jumped around as bubble-blowing dragons until dinner.

~

Qrow liked to think of his vacation mornings as perfectly lazy.

He would roll out of bed maybe at 8 or 9, spend the next twenty minutes milling about sleepily as he took care of his bathroom routine and shuffled through what clothes he wanted to wear. He had it down to an art, wherein he was usually the last to make it downstairs and sometimes no one would see him until after 10. He’d probably benefit from setting at least one alarm so he could enjoy an extra few hours with his family every day – but why fix what wasn’t broken?

Problem was, when his bedmate was 90% of the reason he was staying warm at night and said bedmate was a ridiculously early riser, it was hard to stay asleep longer than twenty minutes past when he’d vacate the space.

So, Qrow found himself shuffling into the kitchen a little after 7, the smell of brewing coffee guiding him to the pot. Everyone else was bound to be awake soon, but for now the only other person in the room was his sister.

“Morning.” She greeted.

“G’mornin’.” He returned, fetching down a mug. “Where’s Clover?”

Raven inclined her head towards the window. “On the dock, somehow not freezing to death.”

He glanced out, seeing the dark outline of his boyfriend sitting right at the edge of the pier, waiting patiently for the sun to rise. He hadn’t even bothered to put on any additional layers, still in the tank top and shorts he’d gone to bed in.

Qrow had a feeling this would be the running theme for the week. With anyone else, he probably would have found it annoying; instead, all he felt was fondness.

The microwave beeping had his eyes pulling away, watching as his sister took out a mug of steaming water. As she steeped her tea, she said, “He’s a real interesting one.”

“Is that a lead in to how you’re about to tell me everything wrong with him?”

“Hmm, well,” She stretched out the word like a car engine getting ready to gun it down the street. “He’s got really stupid hair.”

Here we go. Qrow sighed. Turned away to pour his coffee as he waited.

And waited.

And…

…

He looked up from the cutlery drawer to her, seeing her watching him with unadulterated amusement. “Wait, that’s it?”

She shrugged. “That’s it.”

“You actually like him?”

“No.” She clipped easily. “He’s a bit too much of a model boy scout type and I think that’s annoying. But, I like the you that you are when you’re with him.”

He went back to his silverware search. “Uh, meaning?”

Raven rolled her eyes. “You’re happier with him, stupid.”

“Hold up.” Qrow waved a spoon in the air, “I’m calling bullshit on that one. I was happy with my other partners before this.”

“You also weren’t any less happy without them. It’s, just different, okay?” She ran a hand through her hair, “Tch, you know I’m not any good at this.”

For as little as his sister was saying though, he could hear the paragraphs hidden in between. She’d been with him his whole life; had seen every stupid decision he’d ever made. Like how he was convinced that Sienna was the love of his life when they were only seventeen and when she ultimately dumped him, he acted like his entire life was over. Or at twenty-one, when he had been so convinced that Roman was The One, he asked him to marry him only six months into their relationship – only to find out the guy had a criminal record. Then there were disasters, like Kimi.  Broken trusts, like Oz. Incompatibilities, like Winter, Robyn, Tukson.

There were joys in all of them – but looking back, he didn’t regret the breaks either.

“Nah, I get it.” Qrow stirred in the sugar. “Guess I’ve had pretty shit luck when it comes to relationships, huh?”

“It all went to the better twin.” She joked back, holding up her tea to cheer herself before taking a sip.

“Oh, mom and dad found a long-lost triplet?”

He only laughed when she smacked his arm, ducking away before she could potentially continue her assault, taking his coffee with him. Her call of “Jerk!” followed him as he slipped out the back door. They may have found it unbearable at times to live with each other, but it was comforting to know she still looked out for him. He would thank her later.

For now though, he walked the length of the porch, following the stone path that gave way to wood and finally ended at Clover.

“Didn’t expect to see you up so early.” He greeted as Qrow sat down beside him.

He took a sip of the coffee before setting the mug down on the post next to him. “Well, my space heater left, so I came looking for it.”

“Sorry about that.” Clover wound an arm across his shoulders, drawing him in. “Better?”

He looked out across the lake, where the water was reflecting the colors of the lightening sky. Took in the horizon breathing in a new day, welcoming them to experience it together.

Qrow melted against the other, sincerely vowing, “It’s perfect.”

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Heaven and Hell | Extra Moment

King Of Hell!Tom X Fallen Angel!Reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 A collab with @thewiseandfree

Summary: Who would’ve assumed that heavens little angel was The King Of Hells soulmate?

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Sexual themes but it ends before it can get really smutty.

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We are working on the final chapter! but neither of us were feeling like working on that night so I wrote this up!

You stood outside of the throne room, hand on the door handle as you listened intently. The guards didn’t step in at all, in fact, it was as if you weren’t even there sticking your nose into your kings business. By now they knew better than to lay a hand on you, even telling you what to and not to do was off limits and to say that it made you feel… weird, but that was an understatement.

Your whole life you’d been the one getting told what not to do, scolded for simply stepping out with your wings exposed and kept on house arrest but now you practically owned the palace. The people here were afraid of you, sure, but they also worshipped you.

“I don’t care!” Tom boomed, the walls shook. “You went behind my back, did something you knew you shouldn’t have done. You think that I can let you off of the hook for this? The other demons will be outraged if they find out.”

While others were terrified of Tom when he was angry, it excited you. He held so much power and it was enough to have you wiggling around in your seat, or in this case, bottom lip between your teeth and hands growing slightly clammy.

“Then don’t let them find out!” Harrison shouts back. “I knew that if you found out something like this would happen! If I could’ve I would’ve kept her a secret forever.” Harrison spat, anger getting the best of them. The two demons fought like this a little less than frequently, but they always forgave each other in the end. “What’s the difference between her and Y/N?”

“Don’t you dare bring her into this! You know this she’s different.” If this was any other demon, they would’ve had their head torn off by now. But not Harrison.

It was kind of sad really, Harrison was deeply in love with this angel- whoever she was but there was no way he was going to win this debate with Tom. He made it worse by sneaking around behind his kings back- breaking his trust and possibly their friendship. You, however? You could try something else to help him get his way.

Tom breathed deeply, hands digging into the side of the throne. “Can you escort yourself out or do you need the guards to drag you out?”

The whole kingdom- all of hell, in fact, could feel his anger. When the king was angry Hell grew hotter, almost unbearably hot for someone that wasn't already used to the heat. The floor would shake and sometimes cracks would form and while this is only a rumor, one you happened to believe in fact, apparently once it rained sparks.

The door swung open and a red-faced Harrison marches out, black eyes meeting your wide ones and for a second he thinks about storming passed, too angry at the world to start any kind of conversation but instead he just says, “He’s pissed, might want to wait before you speak to him.”

You shake your head already forming an idea. “I’m fine, thank you though.”

You swore that some of your angelic qualities would never leave, such as your desire to use your manners consistently or walk so softly, so carefully that the demons never saw you coming until you were directly behind them.

Harrison walks off and you step into the room, the guards closing the door directly behind you with a loud bang.

“Tommy,” You hum gently, padding closer to your love.

He looks up, eyes still jet black and wings extended to their full capacity. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights under his watchful gaze. “How much did you hear, princess?”

His hungry eyes run over your figure, the black dress you were wearing see through in certain places, a trail of lace following closely. The dress hugged every inch of you, highlighting every curve and making you look like a real queen. His queen.

You shrug like it was nothing as if the previous argument hadn’t just happened. “Everything from the angel to you threatening to kick your best friend out of hell. You can be very mean, you know.” The last part is partially a joke, partially. This was the king of Hell for crying out loud. He was mean to everyone that wasn’t you.

“Hmm, nosy aren’t you?” Tom chews on his bottom lip, knuckles turning white as you stalk forward. The lace following with every step.

“I’m not nosy, just curious. Besides, I could practically hear you from the library. It’s a little hard to read with the two of you going off at one another.” You place yourself in his lap, the large, golden throne the perfect size and you fit almost too perfectly, like a puzzle. Sure- the pieces were a little tattered and worn but they still fit together.

Tom grunts, one hand going to your waist. “I can’t believe him.”

“Have you met the angel?”

You were always the clear-headed one and while Tom loved it, he hated being proved wrong and in this situation, he knew he was wrong. Somewhere, deep down. It was just going to take some convincing.

Tom shakes his head. “I don’t want to.”

You face him from your spot on his lap, body twisting at an odd angle but you could see his face now, from his eyes that were back to their familiar toffee brown to his tousled coffee curls. “Do you forget that I was an angel too once? That my wings were once white?”

“You were never a full angel, darling. You were always meant to be mine- to be a queen.” Tom licks his bottom lip, sticking it between his teeth for a moment and you huff like a child that had just been told no. Tom uses his hand that was on your hip to draw soft circles.

“Hm. But I was still an angel.” It’s true, you were born and raised in heaven. “I know that Heaven is an awful place but not everyone is cruel down there. She may be one of the nicer angels.”

Tom gives you a glance which tells you all you need to know. “From what you’ve told me, all angels seem cruel.”

You huff, frustrated by his stubbornness. “Tommy, to anyone in heaven you’re cruel.” You wriggle around, the material of your dress oddly thin. You could feel everything beneath you. Everything. “Maybe I just didn’t get to meet her? I didn’t go out often.”

“Don’t remind me.” He hisses, not wanting to remember the people that made your life a misery. His eyes grow black with anger and you lean in, kissing Tom slowly for a few moments. He tasted like fresh berries, something the King had been eating a lot since you came around. You’d never get tired of this.

By ‘this’ you meant Tom, a man that loved you and made that clear. You hum in contentment, lips making their way to his neck as your hands trail up and down his biceps. “Haz seems really in love with this girl. We need to give her a chance.”

“Well, I’m fucking not. I don’t trust anyone from Heaven that isn’t you.” He tries not to react to your touch, but his hands that were tightening on your waist spoke for themselves.

You resort to plan B. “What can I do to convince you to give her a chance?”

“I assure you, darling, there is nothing,” Tom smirks, noticing your frustration with the situation when you remove your lips. For a moment he thinks that he won this. You allow him a moment to get cocky, a smirk covering his features faltering when he see’s you eye him up and down.

“Are you sure?” Your fingers brush over his chest, drawing down his chest until they hit his belt. “Nothing, my King?”

Tom shakes his head. “Absolutely nothing, angel.”

You slide off of his lap, Tom removing his hand from your waist in the process and he watches as you, curious to find out what exactly you were planning to do. Your sex life together had been pretty much the same since your first time together, you were still adjusting to things and Tom was nothing but understanding.

So he definitely didn’t expect you to lower yourself onto your knees in front of him, looking up through innocent eyes as both of your hands went straight to his pants, fingers working on the belt.

Tom was torn between smirking and telling you that you didn’t have to do this because while he wanted this- gosh, he really wanted this, he also didn’t want you to do something that you weren’t comfortable with.

“You know you don’t have t-” He stopped, feeling one of your hands palm him overtop of his jeans. His fingers went back to gripping the side of the throne. His pants were growing tighter and any trace of anger after his earlier conversation was long forgotten. All he could focus on was the way your palm worked the growing tent. Whatever Tom was about to say disappeared.

You were delighted with his reaction, yet still new to all of this you had no clue what to do next. It wasn’t until Tom Threw his head back, lifting his hips a moment you presumed he wanted you to tug his jeans down just far enough for some of the tension in his pants to be released. Which you did without a moment's hesitation.

He grumbeled. “I think at this rate, princess, you’ll be getting your way.”

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Behind the Mask: Monday

        Behind the Mask: Monday is the first chapter of the Behind the Mask series. It is a High School AU of a masquerade prom, lead by an idol protagonist.            Warnings: sex mentions, minor drug mentions,minor alcohol mentions, crude language, bullying, minor violence            3666 words ____

        Prom- the thing most people looked forward to so they can top off their senior year. You look like a nervous idiot asking your crush out; dress up; cry a few times; watch a popular girl get prom queen, possibly by rigging the votes; and go to parties that include, getting drunk, smoking weed, having sex for the first time, and getting home a 4AM. Yes, many people loved these types of things, except you. Being one of the girls all the guys had a thing for and the girls hated meant you'd be nominated for prom queen, and knowing Jisoo would do anything to win was troubling to say the least. She'd ruin your dress, expose a fake secret about you, put some kind of roofie in your drink, or in the worst case scenario tell everyone you're an idol.          Oh, it seems I forgot an important detail. The people who make my life impossible- that's Jisoo, Lisa, Rose, and Jennie- seemed to want me to suffer more than anything else. They often wore similar outfits and made attempts to sabotage everything I did. But if you were to ask me who hated me the most, it was Jisoo. She was the Regina George of South Atlanta High. She was popular, beautiful, the leader of choir, and she was good at every sport she played. But behind her act of innocence and perfection, she was a vile, wretched witch since we became enemies in eighth grade.          Okay, it may have partially been my fault that she hates me, but her grudge is ridiculous. The reason she hates me is because I may have sabotaged the State Basketball Championship that I played against her and won. Okay, it was really messed up. I still regret putting an emetic in her mashed potatoes, but she definitely makes sure I regret it. And ever since her team lost and she found out I poisoned her, she never forgave me, and neither did her little "posse".          It seems I've drifted off topic, so let's get back to Monday, a week before prom. 

        "So will you go to prom with me?" Hoseok reached for your face, pulling a piece of hair out of your face.         You flinched at his touch. Yes, you still remember that time Jisoo yanked off your wig, revealing a bald cap which freaked everyone out and you had to convince everyone that you didn’t look like the main dancer in that one group everyone listens to. This boy was way too touchy, and you still remember the time he ate a chewed piece of gum for $5. Yeah, you'll pass. "That's very sweet of you, but I have someone else in mind." That wasn't a lie; Mark was on your mind all the time, but he never talked to you- or really anyone that he wasn't close to. The chances of him asking you out was little to none, but you would rather go alone than with Hoseok.          "Who is it? That Tuan kid?"          "Of course not!" Your face flushed, and you pushed your hand against his chest so he would get out of your space.          He smiled, "I knew you had something for him. All he does is play overwatch, and wouldn't you rather go with one of the football players?"          You stomped on his foot, earning a yelp from him and loss of pride, and walked away from your locker to go to history. This boy was beyond aggravating- he was infuriating.          "Fine you're a bitch anyway." He yelled down the hallway, prompting other students to look your way, at least the ones that weren't already looking at you.          You ignored Hoseok, you ignored the stares, and you ignored the tapping on your shoulder from the one and only Hwasa. This girl was your best friend, and you both did things that were kinda gay together.         "Hello, are you just gonna ignore me," She yanked your shoulder and turned you around to look at her. "That was hilarious! I didn't think you would be that fierce! It’s a shame I didn’t film it!" She giggled.         "Was it?" You asked while resuming your walk to class with her.          "Uh, yeah! Every girl (and guy) in school wants to go to prom with him, Jungkook, Jisoo, and, well, you, of course. You just stomped on his foot, and he is probably gonna cry now. I hope someone filmed it so it can be played at my funeral."          You frowned, "Why did I have to do it that way," You mentally cursed yourself, "He knows I like Mark now and is probably gonna tell everyone. My life is seriously fucked now."          "Well he never talks and would be too scared to ask you out, and you're too scared so... Yeah, maybe if word gets around he'll be brave enough to ask you!" Hwasa said optimistically. Hwasa is the kind of girl who will try to find the good in people, unless she hates them; that’s a different story. She is the person who will insist your drink is “half-full”. She's always going to be telling you some metaphor about a random object and how we should be like that. She’s the type who sends people cute pictures when you feel sad. In short, she is an angel. Well, that is if you don’t anger her.         You walked into the history room that smelled like car air freshener and sweat and sat down next to Hwasa. "Why do you have to be so optimistic? He sits on the other side of me for three classes! Three classes, Hwasa! I can't avoid him, and he's gonna find out eventually." You slumped in your chair and tapped on the desk nervously.         "Why should you avoid him? You look really hot today, and you should own it. There is no way Mark could resist you when you look like a goddess... Or even an idol.” She said cheekily.         I reflexively slapped her in agitation then quickly apologized for my unpredictable actions.         “Well, you didn't have to slap me so hard!" She scowled while rubbing the red spot where you hit her.          You rolled your eyes, "Why do you even joke about stuff like that when Jisoo is in the same room? She's probably planning the newest way to kill me. Feeding her information like that is basically telling her how to ruin my senior year."          "You're way too paranoid. They'll probably just think that you're some celebrity wannabe." Hwasa shook her head.         You rolled your eyes, then sat straight up. The person walking in the doorway was the reason you're going to go into cardiac arrest and they’ll play some random 2NE1 song at your funeral- yes, Mark Tuan was walking in. He was wearing skinny jeans and a gray jacket that suited him so well. I still don't understand why everyone wasn't drooling over him, but it also meant less competition for you, so it worked itself out.          "You're drooling so much I could fill a bucket." Hwasa poked you and forced you out of your gaze.         You crossed you arms and looked completely opposite from Mark's direction, "Shut up, Hwasa."          "You should say something. I would say yes if you asked me out looking that good." She grinned.         I glared daggers at Hwasa and thanked God that the bell had rung. The old teacher stood from her desk and began reading out of the textbook with her dull, droning voice. This class was literally so boring, she showed paint drying when someone told her she was boring. But she rarely looked up from her textbook and was slightly deaf, so most of the class did whatever they wanted.         Ding!         I fished my phone out of my purse and my heart froze momentarily when I saw who sent it.          "We're having a LAN party tonight I know u stuff like that will u go to my house tonight? btw some girls might be there"         Mark started a conversation.         Am I? Of course I was going to! This boy didn't even realize what this did to me, and I saw him looking at me for a fleeting second in the corner of my eye.          "Sure sounds fun"         You have left the conversation.         Okay, this was stressful. You felt the sweat, and you quickly tapped Hwasa's contact.          "Hwasa he just invited me to a LAN party prepare my funeral"         You started a conversation.         "K, I'll put that video with Hoseok on at ur funeral"         "You don't have it"         She sent a video to you, and you glared at her when you saw yourself stomping on Hoseok.          "Who sent u this"         "I don't kiss and tell bye"         Hwasa has left the conversation.         You wanted to punch her face in sometimes, but she was also one of the few people who held your life together, so you have never punched her face in, though that isn’t to say you haven’t wanted to.          The rest of the day continued relatively normally, and Hwasa agreed to meet me at my house tonight. ****         "What should I wear?" I had dragged out what seemed like every piece in my closet, and Hwasa said no to everything I had dragged out.          "I told you you should wear jeans and a shirt. It's gonna be a lot of guys and they won't take you serious if you wear a dress." Hwasa poked through my shoes.          "But I want to impress Mark. Should I wear some really tiny shorts?" I held up the shortest pair of shorts I own that were so short I could almost see my future children being birthed. Okay, they're not that short, but you get my point.          "Okay, but did you shave?"          I nodded and put the shorts while Hwasa complimented my underwear.          "Those panties are so hot, but I still like your pink ones better." Hwasa commented.         "How do you know what all my underwear looks like?" I playfully hit her and put a plain white t-shirt on. The shirt was a little tight on your breasts, but Hwasa agreed it would get Mark's attention.          She smiled in reply and placed a pair of high tops in my hands, "Wear these. Heels will just make them think you don't actually play games and you're one of those girls who posts pictures with controllers in her mouth."          "Yeah, you're right," I put the high tops on and looked in the mirror. I've looked a lot dressier, but I didn't want to over do it. "Okay, let's go." I picked up my laptop and walked towards the door.          Hwasa drove with me to Mark's house. When I arrived and exited the car, I waited for Hwasa to exit the car also. After a few seconds I knocked on the window, "Are you coming in?"          "Sorry, I think you should do this alone." Hwasa drove off before I could reply, leaving me all alone.         Yeah, that was cool. I swear I'll kill her later, but for now I have to go to this party and not die. I looked around and saw a few cars, hopefully one of the cars belonged to someone I knew that wouldn't ditch me like Hwasa. Would that happen? More than likely not.         "Here to confess to Mark?" I familiar voice vibrated in my ear. It was akin to a witch, a demon, and a succubus at the same time. Yes, it was her.         But of all the people that would be at a LAN party, of all the girls who could pretend to know anything about overwatch, it had to be Jisoo. "What do you want from me?"          She smiled and walked closer to me, heels clacking, "Hmm, nothing else other than playing games."          "Tell the truth." I said impatiently.          She played with her hair while looking in a mirror and turned back to me, "If you confess to Mark or do anything cheesy tonight I'll make sure he hates you. The reason why I'm here is to make sure you know your place." She then pushed me back by my shoulder.         "What the hell are you gonna do if I do say something to him?" I pushed her back too.          She glared at me with an ill intent, "I'll give you a choice: Either I would tell everyone you poisoned me, or I'll tell everyone you're an idol. But, if you don't cross the line, you won't even have to choose."          Okay, this isn't good. This bad. Really, really bad. She isn’t your typical bully or jealous girl; she’s actually Satan. She’ll do anything if it means I’ll suffer. "Jisoo, you're gonna go to hell for doing this to me." I snarled.          "Listen, there's only one bad bitch in this school, and it's me. You're just another basic bitch who wishes you were me. Don't believe me," She giggled at my unconvinced face, "Well, I'd watch that cheap wig of yours. I'll rip it off again; don't you dare think I won't."          Before I could reply, I saw Mark walking up to us with a hoodie and jeans, "Um, hey. We got some pizza and sodas inside. It's way too hot to sit outside."          "Why are you asking me to come inside then? It'll just get hot in there."          Mark's face flushed, but he didn't reply. "A-Anyway," He stuttered, "I hope you brought your laptops. I have an extra one if you need it."          "Of course I remembered," Jisoo began, "I knew we were gonna play Roverwatch!" She smiled.          Mark turned and looked at her with a confused look, "Do you mean Overwatch? Well, uh, we decided we were gonna play League of Legends anyway, so it doesn't matter if you haven't played Overwatch I guess."          "Yeah, it's cool. I can teach you how to play League, too." I fake smiled at her and saw hate manifesting in her eyes.          "Well, I'd rather have an expert like Mark teach me." She swooned.         Mark shifted rather uncomfortably and opened the door for the two of us. I entered and saw his spacious home, but I was quickly greeted by his dog and Mark's roommate, Youngjae.          "(Y/N), I missed you," Youngjae walks up to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "I'm so excited to play League with you!" Youngjae picked up Coco and placed her in my arms, "She's missed you too."         I lean into his embrace comfortably and pet Coco softly. I see Jisoo's confused face and couldn't help but laugh at how aggravated she seemed.          "What's funny?" Youngjae poked my side.          I shook my head, "Uh, nothing. Coco was just making a funny face."          "Hmm, sure. Anyway, let's go play League." Youngjae directed me to a seat on the sofa beside him. I pulled out my laptop and watched as Jisoo pretended like she knew what was going when I claimed my spot as a jungler.          "You sure you wanna play jungler?" Mark asked.                  "I can handle it, Mark." I smile in his direction.          He raised an eyebrow, but he started the match. Jisoo had no idea what a mage or mid-laner was, so I was constantly running into mid to help her. She seemed more than upset when Mark asked why she was building a support build for a mage, and she tried to press the surrender vote button multiple times all the while hoping no one noticed it was her. Mark, of course, didn't call her out, but Youngjae tapped my shoulder and whispered to me all about it.          "Well, we lost pretty bad." Taehyung put his face in his hands and sighed.          "Yeah, one of them just messaged me." I spoke. Youngjae looked over at my screen and we both laughed at the crude language and spelling that was akin to a eight year old.          Youngjae cuddle up onto my chest, resting on my breasts while I played with his hair. "Hey why haven't we gotten together lately? We never hang out and I miss you."          "You make it sound like we're dating. Geez, Youngjae," I sighed, "You know I love you. But it's a lot tougher to explain to my mom that you want to have a sleepover at my house than it was when we were younger."          "Who cares? You can come here with me and Mark and just say you're at Hwasa's." Youngjae picked up Coco and laid her on his lap.          "Are you insane? 'You know who' lives here and I actually might explode if I sleep anywhere near him." My face flushed while whispering to Youngjae.          Youngjae smiled at himself, prompting me to hit him lightly, "Hey, hey! You don't have to hit me. But I was smiling because I don't think Mark would mind, y'know."          My face was beet red at the comment, and I couldn't help but hang my head to avoid anyone else looking in my direction, "What do you mean?"         He rolled his eyes as if I was spewing nonsense, "Well, don't let him know I told you this, but he kinda has a crush on you. Like every other guy that ever saw you."          I tensed up and couldn't help but gasp, "No he doesn't! Quit playing around, Youngjae. Anyways," I huffed with a red face. "Wait, did you have a crush on me?" My mind cleared.         He took a deep breath, "I did for some time, but then Momo snatched me- and Coco. She's just so perfect. I mean, you're hotter, but I don't know. Something about Wheein is just better."          "You only like her because she hates cucumbers." I played. “And was that a compliment?”         "No, I didn’t," He flicked my nose. “And I don’t know if it’s a compliment either.” He replied.         I laughed and Youngjae sat with me for a few minutes while watching Jisoo's attempts to flirt with Mark. She tried talking about games she knew nothing about, and I was honestly starting to feel bad for her.          Mark's voice shook me out of my daydreaming, "Um, (Y/N), can I talk to you for a minute?"          Youngjae quickly walked away from me, leaving me alone. I swear I'll murder him one day, but I can't today. I’ve put a lot of people on my hitlist, but now isn’t the time to finish it. "S-sure." Great, I stuttered. Now he's gonna think something's wrong with me. Nice one, (Y/N).          Mark walked towards the door and I followed behind him, smirking at the face Jisoo made. I could have sworn she was about to text her "squad" about today. That wasn't anything to worry about, I suppose.          "Take a seat," Mark directed me at the comfortable wicker chair on his porch.         I sat down and he sat on the chair beside mine. I saw how he seemed slightly uncomfortable, and I couldn't resist placing my hand on his. Ah, that was probably too forward, but my it was too late now. I might as well give Jisoo something to cry about. "What's wrong, Mark? You seem tense."         He tensed under my touch, but he gave into it and rubbed small circles on my hand. He took a deep breath and looked at me, "I wanted to ask you something for a while now, and I'm hoping you won't freak out."          Oh my God. I don't know what he is about to say, but a big part of me is hoping he'll ask me to prom. Okay, that's probably never going to happen, but I mean is it really that unrealistic? Okay, okay, calm down, "What did you wanna ask me?"          "What's going on with you and Youngjae?" He turned away from my gaze, likely embarrassed knowing Mark's nature.         Well, that not only disappointed me so much that I couldn't stop from outwardly frowning, but Mark now thinks me and Youngjae are going out. Great start. "Okay, I know it's weird how close we are, but Youngjae and I go back. I've known him longer than Hwasa. We’re tight, but we’re strictly friends."         Mark's face flushed a deep crimson, "I'm sorry, that was a little rude of me. But your answer makes my next question easier." Mark's face was very red now, and I was dying at the thought he could actually ask me out.         But before I could say anything, a loud honk of an all too familiar car ringed in my ears. "Shit, that's Hwasa. I better go because she'll drive off without me." Okay, I hated doing this to Mark, but I knew I had to. Jisoo was here, and I couldn't risk too much more tonight.          "Oh okay. But um, wait a second," He grabbed my hand as I was leaving, and I turned to him confusedly. He pulled me into his embrace. I was beyond shocked, but I melted into his chest that smelled fresh of cologne.          "I'll see you later," I broke out of his embrace and rubbed his shoulder, "I had a good time tonight. I hope we can talk again soon."          "Me too," Mark replied.          The honk of Hwasa's horn signalled my time was up, and I shuffled away from Mark with an excited grin. I  slammed into the passenger's seat of Hwasa's car and couldn't help but squeal with excitement.         "Whoa there, what's got you so excited?" Hwasa laughed while driving out of Mark's driveway.          I stopped my little celebratory dance and explained the nights details in a fast manner, "I thought he was gonna ask me out, but you honked your horn. God, Hwasa, you always show up at the weirdest times."          "Wait, rewind a bit. You said Jisoo threatened you? I will run her over with this car as soon as you let me!" Hwasa growled.          "No need. I'm sure she's fuming over how close I got to Mark without 'breaking her rules'," I made little air quotes with my hands and giggled, "Hwasa, tonight was great. Now drive me home."         "Impatient, are we?" Hwasa smiled.  ____ AN: I've been trying a lot of new writing styles lately, and I did this one in a way like the reader was writing in a diary or telling her grand kids in a titanic-esque way. Feedback on my stories are always appreciated, and thank you for taking the time to read! Love you all, loves!

-Rose

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“so here we are” - gordi

sunday 11:49 pm | 24 march 2019

this is what happened. i got caught. my parents caught me with a boy. so, imagine, my foreign parents (who, by the way, until a little over 2 weeks ago, thought i was a pure, innocent, little angel), finding me in the back of a nissan, with my clothes off, completely naked, straddling a boy who they’d never seen before. saying they went absolutely bat shit insane is an understatement.

here’s what happened that night, a couple weeks ago. 

i was with this boy. and i really liked him. let’s call him asshole. well asshole was really sweet and i really thought we had a connection. but we fought a LOT. he would claim i was crazy (looking back, kind of was) and i claimed he was dumb as hell (he definitely was. still is). we always made up in the end though. but that night.. things just ended. and he didn’t give a shit. like whatever. i didn’t either. i mean i was kinda hurt, but mama didn’t raise no bitch! so i called up one of my hoes, cute lacrosse boy, you’d like him. and boom, i was set. at 1am i’d sneak out and get some of that mmm mmmmmmm. 

well 1am came and my anxiety was goin WILD. my parents were still awake, my fed of a dog was SKETCHIN, and my boy was waiting outside. i was like fuck it, i’ve done this before. they won’t notice. but little did i know!

so anyways, i climb out of a window and get into said boy’s car. i tell him to drive down to my subdivision clubhouse and park. no one would find us there, right? wRONG! 

we down a bottle of fireball and start talking. small talk. then we get down to business. everything’s going good, in fact everything’s going amazing. until probably ten minutes in. we see headlights. 

and looook who it is!

so here i am, drunk and naked in the back of a car with my parents knocking, well actually, banging (no pun intended), on the car window. haha, fuck. 

my father has really bad anger issues. he broke the poor kid’s car. and when i say he broke it, i mean he fucking eradicated it. the whole night was a blur but here are a few things i remember: 

- my father jumping on said boy’s car, like the roof, literally jumping on it and punching it. not sure what power that would do, but, whatever.

- my father punching said boy in the face. poor baby had a bruise under his eye when i saw him monday. he was a good sport about it though. 

- my father almost smashing the bottle of fireball that i snuck out of the house over said boy’s head, then deciding to smash it on the ground instead. both of my parents had cuts on their feet after that. 

- my father trying to attack said boy

- my mother holding him back

- my dather putting his power into the only other thing he could touch while being held back. aka the passenger door

- passenger door destroyed

- me trying to find my shirt in the back while all of this was happening. deadass chilling in the back, accepting my fate, knowing damn well i was about to get my ass murdered lmfaooo yolo bitch

- getting my ass murdered

- me screaming “*said boy’s name* YOU HAVE TO GO! GOOOO!”

- said boy driving away with only boxers on and backing into our car as he left. its ok we weren’t mad, he was in a panic

- my parents: GRRR *whack* ARE *smack* YOU *pulls my hair* FUCKING *more smack* STUPID

- getting called slut, whore, cheap bitch by my mother

- my father hugging me really tight and saying “it’s okay, we all make mistakes”. he’s a good man

- not being able to walk after that lmfaooo the sex was tooooo good so worth it lemme tell u 

hehe anyways that was like two weeks ago. shit was WILDDD. yeah literally made my life a living hell and now my parents don’t trust me, i’m not allowed to go anywhere ever, and my mom is even debating on letting me go to college lol. my mom was already strict as FUCK and that just.. wooo i’m surprised she didn’t die of a stroke. bless ur heart mom. nah but, my parents were really understanding and sweet about it after they murdered the fuck out of me and then let me come back to life. it was a whole “it’s okay, you’re a teenager, we know you’re going to make mistakes, just make good decisions” after roasting tf out of me. they still think im a hoe lmao but at least they know the truth now! ;)

if ur curious as to what happened to said boy, he’s fine. the bruise under his eye went away after three days and he sold his car and got another one (his family has bank). lucky for our family, he didn’t press charges. he lied to his parents and told them his car had been vandalized in the middle of the night and insurance paid for the damages. we still talk. he’s sweet.

if ur curious as to what happened to me, well. my parents forgave me. not sure if i’ve forgiven myself. also going through a ton of shit. we’ll talk about that more later. 

so yeah, if you ever think your life sucks, just think about the time my parents saw me naked on top of a boy in the back of a car! you might feel better.

yours,

k

[furornocturna]

Oh this.

All of this is correct.

It was the most glorious thing to witness. Their banter, the jokes, the reminiscing, the protectiveness and it’s all SO GOOD!!

And because of my Lego Monkie Kid brainrot, I got the double experience of reliving every ShadowPeach moment from that show and comparing the two. Because Golden Cheese and Smoked Cheese literally have SO many parallels and same character dynamics as Sun Wukong and the Six Eared Macaque from LMK, it’s not even funny.

SC and Mac even share a voice actor now.

This was my favorite episode yet and I can’t wait for what EP6 will bring.

Golden Cheese Cookie and Smoked Cheese Cookie have the funniest fucking dynamic out of everyone in CRK. One minute they’ll both be discussing serious battle strategies and Smoked Cheese Cookie will be like “I would never abandon my Queen.” And the next minute Smoked Cheese Cookie will be pointing at a mural of a demon and going “Lmao that’s you! >:)” And Golden Cheese Cookie will be so offended and butthurt.