#but one day!! im trying harder!! ((beating the shit out of Ghost))

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Have you ever considered to open comms for non-chibi stuff? Love your art btw 🥹🫶🏻

Also voted for [ENTITY] ((idk how you did the text…(´･_･`)

Hi there! Uh, I have considered before yes and actually promoted it once before!

But then I feel like I haven’t reached a level where I can be consistent with non-chibi style, so that’s why I didn’t open for it this time 👉🏻👈🏻

Maybe once I get better at it…I’ll open them…

Not sure about the prices though 😂 i do plan to raise my doodles one in my next commission phases from 2USD to 5USD (now it’s still 2USD ofc)

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OK PART 2

NO NEED TO ASK PERMISSION OR DO ANYTHING LOL if i made some requirement it would be weird imo... plus make it harder to answer asks w/o clogging up my feed...so yk... yeup! same goes for everyone, just send a normal ask, tag it as an emoji, and we go from there LOL. otherwise im way less likely to respond granting permission cuz i feel awkward

best of news for past you. i have posted more kate since i got this. W

IM GLAD I THINK!!!

ur so sweet anon. thank u. HAHA i love her. gotta draw some more asap

THERE R A LOT OF U GUYS... HAHA

he is hell on earth...most foul man.... the smell of BO is unbelievable....

i love when people roleplay werewolves. i think its funny. the alpha in them..

THIS WOULD BE SO FUCKING FUNNY TOBY WOULD BE SO FUCKING MAD IT WOULD BE OVER. IT WOULD BE SO OVER.

TYSM!! <3333 UR SO SWEET THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!

TREAT ?.... TREAT!!!!

its so funny how liu attracts so many gay men and jane attracts so many gay women. who does jeff attract. (nobody)

joey please explain this to me...asap..

TOBY KNOWS HOW TO BEAT BOX I KNOW IT I JUST KNOW IT HE SPENT FOREVER IN HIS BEDROOM IN HIS YOUTH BEATBOXING AND HE SHOWED LYRA ONE DAY AND SHE LAUGHED AT HIM AND HE SHOVED HER AND WENT TO HIS ROOM TO SULK

shes not in my au! if she is, she'd prob just some sort of spirit that wanders about.. maybe only friends with other ghosts

thank you.. i feel...so safe right now.. <3...

explain

DUDE WEEZER COVER ART IS ALWAYS SO FUNNY TO ME YOU SHOULD DO IT. ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH!!YOURE SO SWEET <333

THANK YOU SO MUCHHH <333 i love nina so much shes so sweet tysm

HELLO!!!!! this is a super sweet concept but unfortunately.. im not capable of doing any sort of blank/reader/etc sort of concept cuz im bad at putting in a blank canvas HAHA BUT I THINK I SAW SOMEONE ELSE GET THIS ASK AND THEY GAVE A REPLY SO I HOPE U GOT SMTH GOOD

yes but it will be me x kate

i think so too. his skin would be very unpredictable. some days he'll just get a nice tan, some days he'll burn so bad he gets blisters. sun spots, freckles, moles, beauty marks, scars. he has everything there is to have on his skin. such is life

beyond fucking canon tbh. yeah.

i think you sent this when i asked for people to ask me for nurse ann headcanons AHHAHA but ill try to put out more just in case.

aw wait thats so cute i never even noticed this

AHHH I AGREE A LOT I SUPER AGREE. "running and fighting for freedom" freedom is such a huge thing for toby... "this is the last time i'll cry lullabies" im sure several times in his youth, he swore to god 'this is the last time someone takes xyz (power, joy, safety, etc) from me' . many times he was brought to tears and his dad beat it out of him. now he's stuck with swearing to god nobody will EVER take that shit from him ever again. 'im so tired of walking through this fire' literally . the second he walked into the fire he set when he was 17, he's been living through it every fuckign day he works under slendy and it suuuucks fucking aaaassss....

HELLO THANK UUUU AGAIN tbh i think! i think i'd just throw him into Dina's cult. he'd constantly paint her and treat her as a muse, because she's the center and 'goddess' of the cult. and then, to replicate the slaughter he committed in his university, he would instead mass-murder the cult after dina's disappearance... maybe die, maybe spend forever searching for her. maybe just go to jail after. but he'd def be apart of dina and lazari's story.

I HAVE SEEN DIGITAL CIRCUS!!! hmmm...... i think... kate as zooble for sure. lulu as gangle for sure. brian as kaufmo idk why... ummmm.... jack as pomni. maybe toby can be caine? not very fitting but also i feel like i could force it somehow.... i dunno who would be kinger tbh.

OK I NEED TO CLEAR MY ASKBOX

IM JUST GONNA ANSWER A TON OF THEM HERE SO I DONT CLOG UP MY FEED....

hi >.<

this is so fucking sweet i remembered how happy i was when i first got my car. i cried everyday for a week straight because i was so happy. very glad yall got to watch me get my first car. i spend over an hour in her every day commuting now. LMFAOOO (i named her lindsay btw) ((after tdi lsinday)). im so sorry im late but thank you so much this meant sm !!! <3

you asked me this in august im evil oh my god. anyway i aagree. but i am always inclined to forever think he's a midwest emo guy. twin sized mattress forever

SHE NEEDS AND DESERVES SO MANY.

im immediately inclined to say clocky or toby the second i see time and fire mentions. so ticciwork. my clocky is often a bit messy so she'd be pissed and angry and upset over the sort of war she's found herself in, especially as she sees toby just falling deeper into it. 'my god, was i oblivious?' when she finally realizes toby will always, always put Slenderman before her. frustrating. 'hell stays hungry for a world so weak' natalie is hungry for a good world, but she thinks everyone is too weak for goodness, meanwhile toby is hungry for power so he can make everyone else seem weak. etc. 'they only want you to bleed' they being slendy, operator, zalgo, etc etc etc... power, being a pawn, fighting, using humans as toys in a battlefield, etc etc.. yeah

RELEASE ME JOEY

i genuinely think nina is a really good influence on so many of the creeps. like theyre all assholes, traumatized, refuse to believe in the good in the world, etc etc. but nina is traumatized and still kickin. she comes in like ^_^ hello chat. and i think that, while its still important to feel the shitty feelings, it's really grounding to see someone whos just so .. able to be happy. idk. someone who SEEKS joy, rather than expects it to fall into their lap, and blames the world when it doesnt

this si perfect idk why i forgot about bats for him. gotta get back into this idea

AHHH OK I WILL DO MORE EVENTUALLY i just wanna say thank yewww i think theyre such a good sibling dynamic. like little brothers and big sisters and both being little assholes to eachother but would die for the other. idk. ugh. important to me.

actually this sounds really sweet..... thats funny cuz i was JUST talking to a friend about who i would have EJ go endgame with if i had to, but i couldnt settle on anyone. but liu seems like a good fit for ej. i think they'd be super sweet

ANON ME TOO AHHHH ITS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING EVER. I DONT GAF ABOUT EVIL MEAN 'CANON' SLENDER I LOVE WHEN HE'S A DAD AND WORRIES AND STRESSES. IEPFB AND KASTOWAYS SLENDY>

AH THANK YOU!!! he reminds me of my little cousins HAHA theyre like 10-14 right now and theyre all cuties.... just playing roblox and being mischievous...

THIS IS ABOUT THE BLUSHING NAT DRAWING ISNT IT AHAH OMG THANK YOU!!! i think shes so cute. i know she cant handle compliments. she's either deadpanned 'thanks' or just covers her face and says 'shut up' cuz she doesnt know what to do.

I LOVE HER TOO!!!

GOOD NEWS THEN ive drawn her a handful of times since u sent this HAHA TYSM

you sent like... natobina i think... ok tbh kinda slaps

OK REAL but also when i read it i keep reading it as 'cochina' and i cannot bring myself to name the throuple that </3 HAHA

TBH AHAHA I SEE IT. TOBYS AMETHYST GARNETS NATALIE AND NINA IS STEVEN.

i want jeff to ache in his loneliness

i need to draw connie asap but also THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE CAR CONGRATS I REALLY APPRECIATE IT IM SO HAPPY I LOVE MY CAR SO MUCH i gotta go vaccuum her..

shes such a cat to me. feline. of sorts, if you will

also good news for you anon, i have also drawn her an ungodly amount of times since youve sent this. LOL

THEYRE MY ANGELS I HAVE MORE OF THEM !!! I LOVE THEM!! AHHHGGG

literally the second that people tell me i made them start to like clocky i am overwhelmed with joy. i feel so much ache when people aren't fond of her bc shes so fucking cool and such a good character and so much fun. so sad that 2015 era creepypasta fandom destroyed her. but im here to fix it...

IM SORRY ANON I BARELY DRAW HIM HES JUST SO BOYISH I LAUGH EVERYTIME I SEE HIM FKAHAHAAH OK OKOK ILL CHANGE ILL DRAW HIM I SWEAR

I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST STARTED DOING EMOJI ANONS BAHAHA u guys r funny

incredibly. happy. to do this to u.

nope! im not too interested in the 2021 nina just cuz i feel like i've seen that character concept many times (not just in jane), BUT if i had to do my own intepretation of her, 2021 nina would be INCREDIBLY immature in like. not a childish way, but an entitled, angry-fueled adult who cannot comprehend anyone else's thoughts/feelings. and thus, would despise OG nina (although within reason, OG nina idolizes the person who killed her family) . but even if there wasnt a good reason to dislike OG nina, she'd be mean. and OG nina would be mad and bitch. and theyd theyd fight. HAHA

I-IF...???????? ANON?

HELD TO THE FUCKING BRIM

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Title: first meetings [ii. the small pink-haired boy] Genre: just angst, drama, romance, historical fiction Pairing: Sorcerer!Sukuna x gn!sorcerer!reader (heian era; pre-curse sukuna)

Synopsis: in which you befriend the slave boy you’re supposed to spy on.

Warnings: not canon stuff, future dark themes,, smoll manga spoilers, slavery, whipping, mentions of rape, language and violence Notes: im kinda back i guess skksks also these are pretty much random au’s of my own take of sukuna’s back story uwu, theyre arranged in no particular order and you can read them in any order. This started out as a random one shot and i couldnt get it out of my head lol ksksksks, def not canon btw but it is canon that sukuna used to be an all powerful sorcerer before he turned to the dark side or smthng.

lil dictionary: non-person-  usually what they called slaves during the heian era.

masterlist [for other parts] ;; taglist 

“That’s beautiful.”

Contrasting to your rather clean and prestigious appearance, the young boy was dressed in rags and had dirt painted on his face. You could tell by his uncommon red eyes that he didn’t want you here nor did he even want to be associated with you.

“...the boy is rather prideful.” your otosan recounted a few nights before, you’d usually have conversations like this since you were quite close with him and he did like to confide you with these things,“but he has spirit, he’d be good for a ward.”

“What are you doing here?” He spat, being a part of and the sole heir of your family meant you were also treated with dignity and respect, it seemed like this boy wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone, this made you grin wildly much to his disdain, “Oi, stop grinning like that. You’re creeping me the fuck out.”

“I’m Y/N.”

“And I don’t care.” 

“Has anyone told you that you’ve got quite the temper?”

“Well, has anyone told you that you’re being an annoying bitch?” he bit back, five minutes into your first meeting, this strange boy seemed to want to get furthest away from you. He seemed to be rather ignorant to his overflowing cursed energy, your father was right, this boy was definitely no joke. 

“That’s sad.” You pouted, “All I wanted to say was how beautiful that Kimono is.”

“I was at a store, looking for some clothes that best suited you when I saw a young boy of your age…” your otosan narrated, “Who had a rather high cursed energy, he seemed unaware with it. He works as an errand boy, I believe, he carries heavy clothes and silk… His looks are hard to miss Y/N, so I’m sure you won’t miss him...try to talk to him…”

The boy looks up to you, completely annoyed, “Well, you said it. Now fuck off, yeah?”

You chose to ignore him and just bend down to his level, you had no training for today so you might as well join the boy for a moment since you had time to kill, “You know, if you keep keeping that attitude up, you might scare the customers away.” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah?” he clicked his tongue, “Looks to me that you aren’t even here to buy anything.”

“He seemed rather…” Your otosan described, “perplexed...so you might as well go in my stead…”

“Ah.” your grin doesn’t seem to fade despite his rather rough way of speaking, “You just seemed around my age so I got interested.”

“No shit, now buzz off. I got no time for kids like you.”

He talks as if he was older than you, it’s no surprise. Boys like him tend to think they know quite a lot.

“Do you wish to tell me your name now?”

He was silent for a moment.

That’s when realization dawned upon you, why he seemed perplexed around your otosan, why he thinks you were an annoying buzz, and why he couldn’t reply when you asked for his name. You feel yourself inwardly cringe at your mistake, it seems like the boy your father took interest in is a slave with no name, “Twenty.” he mumbles, shrugging nonchalantly.

“What?”

“They call me twenty.” he recounts, his voice is still rough around the edges, remaining uncensored by his identity.

“Right…” you tilt your head, “Twenty…”

“You’ve got silks to bring to the next town, boy!” a loud voice calls out, cutting you short, making the pink-haired boy put the pretty kimono down and back for display. Without even sparing you a glance or a word, he retreats to the back and you’re left squatting there alone. You watch him from behind, specifically at the bandages that peeked through his wrists.

The boy had piqued your interest to the point that you made it your weekly agenda to visit him and a-some-nights agenda to watch over him. He still ignores you and seems to be annoyed by you every time but he doesn’t seem to be doing anything about it so you just sit there. 

You were also still in awe by how much raw energy he possessed, you’d ask your otosan if he knew any sorcerers with lost children because it surely seemed as if this boy wasn’t ordinary.

“Just keep an eye on him,” was all your father said as you watch the boy close up shop late at night from on top of a roof, “He might make a great sorcerer and shift the tides.”

Your otosan was not one for gambling on people but it seemed like he made a large bet on this boy. 

As usual, you’re watching over him close up. It’s late and the owner of the place walks out, a pipe on his lips. Right then and there, he slaps the pink-haired teenager right at the face, “You should’ve joined the customer awhile ago in the dressing room, boy.” he growls, “It would’ve been quick…”

You feel the negative energy emit stronger than ever and your grip on your knife is tight, “Don’t get involved, Y/N.” your otosan’s warning echoes in your head, yes your otosan may have been interested in him but he was never one to dwell in human affairs, saying they were annoying and a mess to clean up.

“...It seems like the lesson a few nights ago wasn’t enough.” you snap back to reality and watch his boss stretch out a whip with its pointy ends and you feel your blood run cold. 

‘Don’t get involved-’

You ignore your otosan’s words in your head and throw a stone right at a nearby sign, resulting in a booming clang, making the cat nearby yelp outloud. The pink-haired boy jumps on the spot and so does the older man at the sound.

“Ah fucking-” the older man curses, tucking the whip back in, “No food for you for three days. Know your fucking worth, non-person.”

Your grip on your nodachi lessens as you let out a sigh of relief, whatever legal terms your father must be talking about needs to be done quickly.

On the next day, you’re on your way to visit him again. Carrying the bento box that you know he’ll refuse again because of his ‘pride’ yet you stop dead on your tracks when you find his owner and an older man talking, Sukuna seems to be standing behind them, looking quite uncomfortable.

It didn’t take two and two to guess what was going on, the amount of cursed energy leaking on him was strong so you could only guess this was the man who wanted to get his way on him yesterday. Your nose crinkles in absolute disgust, “Don’t get involved-”

Once again, you ignore your otosan’s words.

“Hey!” You call out, you see his red eyes widen, “What are you doing?”

The older man frowns at your sudden appearance, “None of your business brat. Now go home-”

“I said,” You repeated, your voice dangerously low, “What are you doing to him?”

“He’s a non-person, kid.” his ‘owner’ growls, you notice his hands dangerously close to his whip, “A fucking slave in simpler terms, now get the fuck out before I beat him and you.”

“You don’t scare me.” Your eyes are narrowed, truthfully, no one ever scares you. You were the heir of your clan. It was to be expected and drilled since your curse energy manifested when you were five that fear would come last, “Now unhand the boy.”

“This bitch-”

“Now, now.” The other man smiles, cutting the pink-haired boy’s ‘owner’ off,  “Maybe I can take that young child with me too. After all, they seem to be good friends. Two is better than one…”

You watch the other older man snake an arm on the young boy’s shoulder and you could feel the fear leaking out, it was harder to mask and hide now. 

“Is it alright to put a little scar on’em? So that they’d know-” He gets ready to take out the whip while your fists are clenched, this would be easy. You could get away with this later, at least you’d take the boy away from this place and help him control his energy after. 

Yet before you’re able to land a blow, the pink-haired boy yells at you to move as his ‘owner’ takes out a whip to whip you.

For someone who didn’t seem to like your presence, he was rather quick to defend you, having his face get hit in the process by the sharp whip. Your eyes widen in surprise, “Ah, shit… Y/N, run!” he yells but you’re staring at his very bloody face.

It would obviously leave marks like the wrists and who knows which parts since he was always covered by that very loose raggedy kimono.

You clench your fists tightly and look up from his blood features, the ‘owner’ stops on his tracks when he meets your very cold gaze, “Do you know who you just messed with?” you asked, “You really think I won’t tell my otosan that you planned to make me your prostitute?”

“Y-Y/N, jesus christ just fucking run-” he tried to stutter out, any evidence of the prideful and strong boy who tried to shoo you away was now gone.

Yet like the stubborn child you are, you ignore him and instead take out your family seal and drop it in front of them, ignoring the pink-haired boy’s plea’s and watching the two men in front of you turn white as a ghost as they see the nameplate, “My name is Ryomen Y/N.” You stated, voice loud and clear, “And you better hope that I’ll let you out here dead or me and my otosan will hunt you down for the rest of your life.”

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hello! do you have any fantasy/historical jungkook x reader fic recs ?

hello lovely!! i’m so sorry i missed this yesterday :( i was actually planning on reorganizing my tumblr because i feel like no fics are ever going to be able to be found my blog LOL so hopefully that’ll be done soon!!

as for the fantasy/historical fics.. i’m honestly not too sure what “fantasy” (do demons count..? soulmates..? werewolves????) typically includes so i’m just going to include a bunch of fics that hopefully fit in :”) here are the first ones that i thought of + summaries included in their main posts!

also.. i’m sure i missed a lot of amazing fics (mainly because i’m dumb as hell and don’t really know what can be included in “fantasy”) and would like to apologize in advance!! 

@inktae ’s entire masterlist (they have a lot of fantasy fics!)

while this isn’t just jungkook recs, @ficswithluv had a fantasy category a few weeks ago!

@kpopfanfictrash ‘s jungkook masterlist

@fortunexkookie ‘s jungkook masterlist

one shots!

énouement - @littlemisskookie Mulan!AU

War is Hell, but it’s what you had to do to take your brother’s place. Of course, between the days of Hell are little slices of Heaven you’d call your Captain, Jeon Jungkook.

midas - @gukyi 

jeon jungkook was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and the power to turn whatever he wants into pure gold. you were born with healing and invisibility powers but without a cent to your name. so when you’re plucked off of the streets for pickpocketing and assigned to be his minder as punishment, you realize you’re going to have to overcome a lot more than class differences if either of you are going to get what you want.

i will not lose! - @jimlingss Magic!AU

A single bet - use every means to make Jeon Jungkook fall in love with you.

a piece of the moonlight - @/jimlingss Mulan!AU

For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

dynasty - @/jimlingss Historical!AU

It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.

game of temptation ft. knj, myg, kth - @/jimlingss Succubus!AU 

As a succubus, your beauty is unrivaled and shaped to tempt mortals. But it’s still hard to resist Taehyung, and there’s little you can do once you’ve been coerced to do his bidding for him. This time, you find yourself entering the affluent Kim Household as a housemaid. And these poor humans don’t know your intentions are far from being angelic.

knot today - @kinktae

(IDK IF WEREWOLVES COUNT BUT JERHFBDSKNZX THIS IS REALLY GOOD!!)

When your first heat approaches and you are left partnerless, who better to turn to than your alpha roommate that you’ve spent the better half of your life hiding your feelings for?

ego - @luxekook Harry Potter!AU

(..i also don’t know if HP counts LOL)

in which jeongguk is a cocky lil shit and the reader has to take him down a few pegs

stumbling - @hayjeon Prince!AU

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: hii! so the royal wedding of prince harry and meghan is today, and since my bias is JK and since i’m such a sucker for royal stuff, can i reuest a fic of bts all being royal of 7 different kingdom, and all of them being invited to jin’s wedding and the girl (oc) is also invited and kookie met her there, and eventually took an interest at her? the girl is also royalty from other kingdom. thanks!

werewolf!jungkook - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: Werewolf!jk? (im sorry ik it’s overused and unoriginal) where he and his mate have pups to take care of and they’re quite a mischievous bunch!

there for you - @cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jungkook is always known for doing things unapologetically, and it makes sense given how almost nothing gets under his skin—almost nothing, but maybe there’s an exception that takes a form of a muggleborn with the shy smile and quirky spells.

say you won’t let go - @/cupofteaguk Soulmates!AU

You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in 

new romantics - @/cupofteaguk Hogwarts!AU

Jeon Jungkook will go down in history as one of the best Quidditch players that ever graced the Hogwarts scene. It seems like he always gets what he wants—his life is very predictable in that sense. What he cannot predict, however, is the newest weekend employee wiping down the tables at the Three Broomsticks.

a cinderella story - @suhdays Modern Cinderella!AU

you are forced to work multiple jobs as you live under your stepmothers roof. unable to move out and strive for complete independence, you do what you can in order save enough. turns out, as a college student that is harder than you thought. so, you distract yourself by joining online chat groups in which you meet a boy that goes to your school. that boy? none other than the rugby star himself, jeon jeongguk. it doesn’t prove to be an issue until he asks to meet you at an upcoming halloween party. he’s never noticed you before so why not hide yourself in order to live your dreams, if only for a moment?

explorer - @1kook Alien!AU

Jungkook does not want to impress the frankly tyrannical ways of his planet on you. He just wants to stay here and keep your couch warm for you, hold your hair back when you wash your face in the morning.

rottenfolk - @junqkook Faerie!AU

a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.

the young wolf - @/junqkook Game of Thrones!AU

he was promised to another, meant for another to hold and to love and to kiss. but when his hand lingered on yours for a moment too long to be proper, and when his eyes held yours for a beat too long to be a passing glance, you allowed desire to creep into your veins, to take root inside your heart. perhaps before you might have been permitted to love him freely. perhaps he might have even been promised to you instead. but war was no place for the wants and desires of two people, no matter how much they yearned for it to be.

the lighthouse - @rubycoast S2L!AU

(im not too sure if this is considered fantasy but its one of my favs!)

you and jungkook had one thing in common: you were both lost souls stagnant in the search of some fulfillment. the one of many differences was that your story had been written on your sleeves, while jungkook’s was a story needed to be unriddled.

black magic - @hansolmates​ Magic Uni!AU

a witch with an ambition for learning, you stumble across a crushing spell in the middle of the forbidden section. of course you have to try it out! what happens when the crushing spell not only has jeon jungkook crushing on you, but you crushing on him?

the sea & the storm - @jamaisjoons Fantasy!AU

the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him. fantasy au.

the lionheart’s oath - @sugaxjpg Knight & Princess!AU

There was no happy ending, no dragon slayer to save the kingdom and get the princess — there was only him: Jungkook. A simple orphan that was lucky enough to be invited into the castle, a former homeless thief that had found shelter in the form of an elysian heir. Now, after twelve years by your side, he was about to lose you to the world you sought to explore.

ghosts just wanna have fun - @/sugaxjpg Psychic & MedSchool!AU

When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

wartime child - @ktheist Wizard!AU

raising a baby in wartime isn’t easy. but when your baby starts showing signs of magical abilities, you’re forced to ring up the only other person you know he takes after: jeon jungkook.

birth of an empress - @/ktheist Dragon Slayer!AU

partners for three years and friends for longer, jungkook thought you’d remain so until he saw you with the knight at the merchant’s trade.

alternatively, the friendly neighborhood wizard trying to propose to the infamous dragon slayer in the middle of slaying a dragon? now, that’s classic.

series/two shots!

fear in your eyes - @/gukyi Werewolf!AU

(again, idk if werewolves count but hifksdjcx !!!!)

there’s a werewolf in that forest behind your house, they told you, and he’ll eat you before you can even beg for mercy. 

the worshiper series - @/jimlingss 

Long ago, there were gods who resided in Heaven -- existing to watch over and protect the universe. Each of them had their own flaws, trials and tribulations; some which were more sparing than others, but these are their stories...

a promise of freedom - @/jimlingss Wartime!AU

War is cruel and its inhumanity has not spared you. Captured by the enemy, you were brought to the front lines to heal their wounded. But after one night of saving a particular man’s life, he swears to fulfill any wish of yours.

one year, my love - @/hayjeon Historical!AU

You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.

demigod!au drabbles - @/hayjeon

an ask in their inbox regarding the prompt: i have a supernatural au prompt! how bout daughter of hades/loner!reader and son of zeus/bully! jungkook?

into the woods - @/junqkook Goblin!AU

getting hurt and stumbling upon a goblin in the forest leaves you completely at his mercy, though you aren’t sure if that’s necessarily a bad thing.

lionheart - @/junqkook Magic!AU

as a sorcerer, it is of the utmost importance that you keep your magic a secret from everyone. when you become prince jungkook’s servant, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep your identity hidden; especially when you fall in love with him.

a royal exchange - @/hansolmates

she’s the man!au where the princess impersonates her brother yoongi in order to finish his degree on time while yoongi is thrusted into princely duties. jeongguk is in the mess purely through room arrangement

knight!jungkook x princess!reader - @/ktheist

a series with 27 parts!

that’s all i can think of off the top of my head right now :(( not gonna lie, half of these probably don’t even fit into either of those categories and i know there are so so so many amazing fantasy/historical fics out there!! i wish i knew them all but i hope this helped a little bit! if anyone has any fic they’d like to rec, feel free to send it to meee :)

and finallyyyyy i leave my following page open for viewing as well so you can check out all of the authors i follow!! please show all of these authors (and many more) some love! <3

[kurohoely]

target (msby 4)

👁👁 what happens if MSBY 4 got stuck in Target after closing hours haha pure brainrot (some osamei if you squint real hard)

the chaos beginsー

genre: sfw, crack

cw: cursings

wc: 1.2k

It was Atsumu's idea to get a midnight snack from Target while they were having a friendly in the states (thanks to Iwaizumi). He’s been blabbering non-stop about THE Target of America since the MSBY team got the match offer. Being the chaotic himbo duo, Bokuto and Hinata thought Tsumu was really cool for knowing shits about the US (we all know he saw only the target vine once).

Sakusa wasn’t impressed the slightest and thought it was a dumb idea and just wanted to feel the new, fresh cleaned hotel sheets asap but how could he? Especially not after seeing Hinata’s eyes, filled with the wonders of the awesomeness of the American experience.

“Cmon Omi-kun~ dya know that they don’t have antibacterial soap?”

Sakusa was SHOOK. He needs to see this with his own eyes. How can there be no such thing?

After getting direction and a few snacks recommendations from Iwaizumi, they went off to the nearest Target from their hotel. It was about a 15-minute walk there. What Iwaizumi forgot to tell them is that Target closes a bit earlier than Walmart. waaaayyy earlier. But he trusts them. They’re not THAT dumb and besides, Sakusa is following them. At least we got some brain cells in the pack. Boy how he underestimated them. The four of them entered the 3-story corner lot Target. They took the trolley and started to wander off to the food section.

They tried to find Eggo and Pop Tarts as Iwaizumi told them but then Bokuto spotted Cheetos and instantly grabbed them without a breath to spare. Hinata was wandering around the aisle and just crossing the breakfast section, his eyes widened. He tugs Bokuto’s shirt.

“Bokuto-san! THEY HAVE OREO CEREALS HERE!!!”

Bokuto gasps. And then their eyes wandered the 5 tiers of cereals stretching the aisle. Fruity Loops, Honey Oats, KRAVE!!! They thought the chips were hard but CEREALS WERE EVEN HARDER. Hinata dumps the Oreo cereal into the trolley.

“Hey guys, since Target is HUGE, wanna play hide and seek?”

Tsumu texted the group chat. A notification lighted up from the group

Omi-omi: Are you a kid?

BOKUTO: I SAW TENTS! I CALLED DIBS!!!

Tsumu: what's the point then if we know where you are? Loser gonna buy winners snacks until we go back

Tsumu tried to reel in Omi. Saving money and having Tsumu as an errand boy? Nothing sparks the fire in Sakusa’s eyes than that.

“Fine.”

He replied. By the time Tsumu began begging Omi to play, Hinata and Bokuto already off to find the spots and left Tsumu and Omi to decide which of them would be the seeker.

Omi-omi: Since it was your idea, try to find us then

Tsumu has no objections. He said exactly the clock hits 9PM, the hunt begins. What sheer dumb luck befalls on the time.

Tsumu wanders around since he has 6 minutes. He tries to find what Iwa asked.

“How tf should I know what a Tostitos looks like”.

The timer buzzed, the hunt begins. As Tsumu slides the timer off, the lamp turned off as well. He was weirded out. He thought his phone could control the lights. In awe, his brain cells connected: ��shit its closing time”. He speed-dialed Osamu and screams

“SAMU I'M STUCK IN TARGET HELP ME OUT”

“How am I supposed to help. I’m in Japan ya idiot. Get out yourself.”

What Osamu forgot was that he’s Facetiming Meian on his laptop. He picked up the call and put it on speaker but Meian heard it.

“WHAT THE FUCK ATSUMU”

Meian screamed but Osamu didn't tell him about Meian to Atsumu so he hung up immediately. Tsumu was bewildered. Was that the capt voice just now? Capt with his brother? Oh God. He texted the group fast but his battery is down to 6% after the call. He cant use the flashlight or else he can't get to anyone.

Hinaaataaaa: AHDUS!/),7/‘-$;&shdjsj HMWAYBHAPPENED

Tsumu: calmed down Hinata, wru?

Hinaaataaaa: im at the fitting room.

BOKUTO: im at the tent outside the fitting room.

Now, only Omi left. Knowing him, he probably wanders around the cleaning supplies to see if the soap was true or not. Tsumu picks up Hinata and Bokuto and starts finding their way to Sakusa. “Atsumu-san, are we going to jail, or are we gonna live long enough to see jail before Iwaizum-san killed us?” Hinata questions. At this point, Tsumu feels jail is way safer than Iwa’s wrath.

Bokuto’s hair droops as he was sad the game didn't even start. And he lost the Fruit Loops cereal somewhere (poor baby). Omi didn't text back. Three of them just wanders around the cleaning aisle, hoping to spot the tall masked man. And there he was indeed.

Sakusa’s face was blank. There was no reaction when Hinata's phone flashes the phone onto him. Tsumu was getting worried if he had a phobia in the dark or something. Tsumu creeps in closer and shakes Sakusa’s shoulders.

“Hey Omi, ya okay?”.

Sakusa turns his head slowly to face Tsumu.

“I saw it. It was real''

Hinata was trembling and the lights went all over the place. Bokuto’s hair was straight again, shivering down his beefy back spine.

“Omi, what did you see...”

Bokuto asked. There's no ghost in America, right...? Sakusa’s eyes started to show confusion.

“The soap. They don't have it. How is this even possible...”

“Omi can ya read the situation a bit better next time?”

“I thought I might need new pants...” Hinata added.

“Omi, we’re stuck inside. Can you call captain? Since you’re the only one that has the sim card. Don't call Iwaizumi-san”

Sakusa shrugs and pulls out his phone, only to find 10 missed calls from Meian. Sakusa called their captain back and put it on speaker.

“Hey capt-“

“I LEFT YOU GUYS FOR 30 MINUTES AND THIS HAPPENED?”

Meian screams. He felt like his height is going to get shorter by day if he keeps needing to carry the chaos of the four of them.

“I’ll bring Iwa with me. Just stay near the entrance. We’ll call in and see”

They waited but before anything, they checked out the well-lit fridges to grab more food to bring back to the hotel. They searched for microwavable ones. Hinata is still scared and he was holding on to Bokuto the whole time. Bokuto pats Hinata’s back gently, trying to calm him down and there will be nothing scarier than the scariest thing he had. Kageyama’s face flashed instantly. yeah, there's nothing beating that. Sakusa’s phone vibrates again. Meian texted that the store owner is gonna come in 5. They all went back to the front door and waited.

There stood Meian and Iwa, waiting for the four dumbasses to be out of the store. They apologized to the owner and felt bad as 4 grown-ass adults got stuck inside. The owner smiled and said it's okay since they're not from around here. They hurried back along with the snacks from Target

“AAAHHH”

Tsumu screamed. Iwa turned his back and to see what's up.

“I FORGOT THE EGGOS” he screamed.

At this point, let's just say MSBY 4 became 3 whenever they went outside.

[peachy-inserts]

𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟/𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜 - 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕖𝕣, 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝟜

✰warnings: mentions of pregnancy ✎a/n: ok mod josie here and im going to be completely honest.. this is the first actual smut ive ever written and i didnt proof read it because im embarrassed and im not happy with how it turned out PLEASE be gentle with me im very scared also more under the cut

➳ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ

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The bedroom is hazy, fuzzy. It’s almost as if it’s clouded your vision, the heat from both of your bodies overwhelming and contributing to the change in atmosphere. Iwaizumi’s hands are finding every part of your body, sliding down slowly to your supple thighs just to give them a quick squeeze and travel back up towards your neck, where he lingers for a moment before deciding tonight isn’t the night, not for choking, at least.

No, tonight he’s going to get you pregnant, and he at least wants it to be special. He’s already prepared for the aftercare, going out of his way to make sure you have to do as little as possible while you fucks you senseless and stuffs you full with his cum time and time again so that there’s no possible chance of not getting it on the first try

You’ve only just gotten home a few moments ago, still fully dressed and yet already a shaking mess beneath him, a devilish glint in his eyes that suits his smirk all too well, satisfied with your wide eyed anticipation that you always seem to reward him with before you’ve even begun. It really gets him going. There are no words, but only an intimacy that leaves you feeling completely overheated and yet as if your whole body is relaxed, even despite knowing that he’ll have you in a mating press before too long; you know from experience it’s worth the aching joints, though. 

He ghosts his fingertips along the curve of your breast under your buttoned shirt, laughing to himself and retreating his touch when you lean into him, begging for him to finally do something, anything.

“Please-”

“Please what?”. He cuts you off, grinning, looking down at you with what could almost be interpreted as malice, but you know him better than that. You know it’s just an act for him, he only does this because you enjoy it so much.

“Aren’t you gonna stop fucking teasing me, Haji?”.

He huffs, thinking to himself for a moment before pressing you backward onto the sheets so you’re lying down, and places soft open mouthed kisses along your jawline all the way down to your collarbones, carefully undoing the first few buttons in doing so. “You’re so impatient, you know that?”, he whispers against your skin, and the hotness of his breath is arousing. He notices the way your heart thumps within your chest against his lips and laughs to himself yet again.

“It’s only been a few moments, and I bet you’re already soaked for me, aren’t you? I bet you were thinking about this all day.. Coming home and letting your man fuck you so good, put his baby right in you…”. Iwaizumi’s hands finally travel back down your body, grazing across your thighs and gently prodding at your clothed cunt, rubbing light circles into your work pants until he can feel them dampening beneath his touch, to which he immediately stops, only to run his thumb over your lips so you part them for him and force his now scented fingers into your mouth while the other hand softly caresses your cheek, tucking stray hairs behind your ear. 

“I knew it. It doesn’t take much for you, does it, baby?”. Hesitantly, you nod, careful not to accidentally bite his fingers in the process, although he’s much gentler in his ministries than usual. With his tapping against your cheek, you know to let his digits go, and a trail of saliva is left running down your chin, and a cold chill runs down your spine despite the heat consuming your body.

Before you know it, he’s discarded your shirt and left you topless save for your bra, although it’s not long before he’s made quick work of it, too, and your torso is completely exposed before him. It’s a little unfair given that he’s still fully dressed, but you know it won’t be long before he gives in and strips down to nothing. A calloused hand circles your nipple until its erect, and he clambers onto the bed to take the bud into his mouth, tongue swirling around it with little kitten licks and biting down on it every few moments just to make you jump, and you’re whining beneath him, it’s so good and yet not enough-

“Don’t be so greedy”. He swats your hand away and releases your breast with a pop when you try removing your pants, only to do it himself in a contradictory fashion. Iwaizumi looks you up and down, his breath hitching and a sudden pang in his chest. You’re going to look so fuckiing good carrying his child, stomach swole out with his seed and breasts heavy with milk, bigger than they had ever been before

He can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

His body moves on its own, and he's situated himself above you with his elbows on either side of you, a knee prodding at your heat and teasingly rubbing against the fabric of your panties, wet in excitement and anticipation. Iwaizumi’s lips find your own in haste and he’s eagerly pulling you closer to him, hand returning to your breast to squeeze and fondle the one he has previously neglected while the other remains pert and slick with his saliva. He’s becoming feverish, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and sucking on it before he pulls away for air, panting, chest heaving, just to dive straight back in with an open mouthed kiss. His tongue is swiping at your red and swollen lips, and when he twists your nipple you moan against him, and he licks the back of your teeth, his wet muscle finding every sweet spot of your mouth and eating it up with delight so you’re whining below him.

“Hajime-”. You’re fucking desperate now, wanting nothing more than for him to fill him up the way he does, so good each and every time, his cock too fat to ever miss those sweet spots inside of you that always having you seeing stars.

“I know, I know sweetheart”. He’s quick to undress, and although your view is obscured by your current position, you’ve come to recognize the sound of his belt thumping against the floor, the metal piece always clinking with the hard wood below.

His rough fingertips are grazing along the sensitive skin of your thighs, and he tugs your panties down slowly, revelling in the string of slick that pulls from it until finally breaking contact and running down to your ass. God, he can’t stand it; you’re always so perfect for him, always getting yourself nice and ready for his dick.

Iwaizumi positions himself just before your entrance, his cock painfully hard. The head is red with blood and throbs against his palm as he strokes the prominent vein that runs along the underside of his girth. He’s trim, well cut and fit, and you find yourself pink in the face as your eyes dart across his trained abs, a happy trail just below down to his well groomed and massive cock. His sensitive slit you’ve always found a way to take advantage of is oozing with precum, and he rubs it against your thighs before using the head to tease your swollen clit. Your hips buck at the touch, abused lips parted as a low whine escapes them.

His fist guides himself along your glistening folds, and a growl resonates in his chest and the slick feeling. He lines his head up with your hole, and you grip his arm in preparation. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, he pushes into your little cunt, pushing your walls apart and coating him in a sheen of white. He hisses as you clench around him like a vice, nearly losing control and rutting into you at full force.

“Fucking shit, babe, fuck”. Iwaizumi grunts, and he repositions himself so that one hand is gripping the headboard above you while the other keeps you pinned below him. Finally, he bottoms out within you, and begins a slow and shallow pace. Your sweet little moans fuel him and before he knows it he’s thrusting into you at a relentless pace. You hardly have any time to comprehend what’s happening, head bobbing at the force he’s beating into your tight little with a rhythm and high pitched whines your only capable form of speech. 

“H-Haji!”. Your words are slurred, and you bite your tongue as he ruts into you particularly hard. His cock is ripping you apart, your sweet cunt wrapped around his base in a way that’s downright pornographic, your hands wrapped around his neck and nails digging into his back, scratching the skin and drawing blood, but he doesn’t slow down

With every thrust he’s hitting the tip of your cervix, and it hurts but god, it also feels so fucking good. The bed shakes and headboard smacks against the wall, but it’s hardly audible beneath the lewd sound of your his clashing, his balls slapping your skin while your own cum leaks out around him, dripping down his thighs

He grunts, having no words left to speak in losing himself in the feeling of how fucking amazing you feel, walls fluttering around his length and your breasts bouncing with his every move, and he thinks again about how perfect you would be carrying his child. Your pussy is aching, and the sensations are overwhelming. His hips grind against your neglected clit only a few times, and yet it’s enough for you to unravel around him.

You gasp, trying to sputter out a warning, an indication, but he’s pounding into you so fucking hard and the noises of your own juices squelching around him are so prominent that it doesn’t matter anyways. Your pussy flutters around him and your walls clamp around him like a vice, and he hisses at the sudden tightness and grips the board above you so tight his fingernails are marking the soft wood, no different from the way your own leave scratch marks down his back. Your back arches causing your hips to catch against his own, and the friction is unbearable. He only pounds harder, faster, fucking you through your release and chasing his own high, leaving you overstimulating and squirming beneath him. You try to wriggle your way free, but his hands have moved to pin you down.

Just as you’ve finally began to feel the first aftershocks of your orgasm, Iwaizumi tugs you forward by the waist, sheathing himself balls deep with one final thrust, and paints your abused little cunt white with his seed, breathing heavily inches away from your face.

With a languid sigh, your body sinks into the mattress and you finally relax, and after a moment of stillness, he finally pulls out, making sure to keep every last bit inside of you so it doesn’t go to waste. Iwaizumi rolls over onto his back just beside of you, pulling you into his arms and rubbing at the knots in your lower back from the position he’d help you in. You were going to be so good to your kids, so kind and nurturing.

And he couldn’t wait.

[dramaqueeenamby]

Waves: The Read

A/N: I am a shady bitch, and I regret nothing.  Also, if ya’ll remember, Mercedes is Summer’s publicist/manager. I mentioned that in a few waves, so don’t get confused, friends!

Warnings: None. 

Word Count: 2K

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"How many solos has my sister had?"

The room grew quiet, all eyes on the speaker. They’d just finished a number, or rather, Finn and Rachel had just finished a number. The rest of the students served more as props than singers. Ad-libs only constituted so much.

Mr. Schue’s smile dimmed. Slightly. "W—what?"

Alexus shrugged, motioning around the room. "Or any of the kids whose names aren’t Flipper or Rachel?"

"It’s Finn."

"I don’t care," she dismissed, eyes still on the instructor. "I’ve been here a whole week, and not once have I seen someone other than Cher and Sonny score solos."

Mr. Schue scoffed, crossing his arms. "Now, hold on a second, I treat all my students fairly. Any student is allowed to audition for a solo—"

"And how many who have auditioned actually received one, other than your prized pupils?"

Mercedes stood up. "Alexus—"

"No." Alexus lifted her hand and looked over at her sister. "This isn’t right, and you’re too kind and understanding to say anything, so I will."

"You’re out of line, Alexus."

She laughed, looking back at him. "Out of line? I’m not one of your little students, and you’re not going to shut me down like you do them. I’m going to say what I want and need to say, and then I’ll leave, but you’re going to catch this read, first."

"And, cut!"

Summer broke from character and offered Matthew a fake smile before turning away and catching Amber’s gaze. They shared an unspoken exchange, one that caused Amber to laugh after Summer rolled her eyes.

Summer didn’t know why she was so weary about accepting this role. Only 10% of it was acting, the rest was her actually reading the problematic cast members, which was all but a handful. But, to fulfill her petty side and get paid?

It was a double win.

Summer noticed Ryan was speaking with Lea, which ignited another eye roll. She was the guest star, not that Barbara Streisand wannabe. Still, Summer counted her blessings, because she could only take Ryan in small doses. He wasn’t as bad as his prized actress, but it was the fact that he allowed her to treat everyone like shit that made her think less of him.

Perhaps she was spoiled in the sense that every other director she’d had the privilege of working for would never tolerate such behavior. She had to accept that Hollywood was a game, and the rules changed constantly.

"Someone was having fun," Mercedes, Summer’s assistant chimed, coming to walk beside her.

Summer feigned innocence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Mercedes smirked. "Yeah, right. You weren’t acting. You were giving them all a piece of your mind."

Summer retained her smile as they reached her trailer, Summer opening the door so Mercedes could enter first. "Are you trying to insinuate that I was using my job to tell these people how I really feel?"

"I surely was."

As soon as the door closed, Summer confessed. "You know me so well."

The two laughed. "Girl, you know Lea is probably complaining to Ryan right now."

Summer sucked her teeth. "You know she is." Walking over to the kitchenette area, she turned on the Keruig and opened the drawer to select a pod. Her hand ghosted between the caramel and the dark magic, before she settled for caramel. "That black bitch—"

Mercedes snickered. "You sound just like her."

Summer frowned as she insert the pod and selected 8oz. "God, you’re right. I have to have to get out of here."

Smiling, Mercedes swiped down to refresh her emails. "Hey, look at it this way, you keep up this level of performance, and you’re a shoe-in for that Primetime Emmy.

The idea of adding another award to her resume was more than enough to keep Summer focused and dedicated. As a dark skinned black woman, she had to work ten times harder just to remain 20 steps behind. Anything she could do to push herself, she cherished.

Summer added creamer and sugar to her coffee, blowing before taking a sip. "After this, I need a quick break."

Mercedes hummed. "Umm, about that—"

"No."

"Summer—"

"No, Cedes, I’ve been working back to back since I scored 4AM, I think I’ve earned a little vacation time."

"I don’t disagree." Mercedes raised her hands in surrender.

"Thank you," Summer nodded, taking another sip of her coffee.

"But—"

"Here you go."

"I’m just saying, I’m hearing rumors about a potential role that’s gonna start casting in a couple of months."

Summer rolled her eyes and brought the mug to her mouth. "And?"

"And." Mercedes also rolled her eyes. "It’d be perfect for you."

"Mmmhmm."

"Summer," Mercedes lowered her voice. "It’s Storm."

Summer narrowed her eyes. "Storm?" Mercedes nodded. "You don’t mean—"

"X-Men Storm? I surely do."

Summer gasped and covered her mouth. "Bitch!"

"I know!" Mercedes giggled, shushing her client. "So do you see why I want you to keep your options open?"

Summer downed the remainder of her coffee and washed her mug in the sink all the while still stuck on the information she’d been told. "Do you really think I could be Storm?"

"Summer, please, you won an Oscar for your first Hollywood role. You’re a shoe-in."

"What about Shipp?"

"Shipp can skip her ass off somewhere."

The two women laughed when a knock on the trailer door prompted Summer to walk over, opening and smiling when she saw Amber. "Hey girl, come on in."

"I wish." Amber rolled her eyes. "Lea’s ready to start filming again. I mean, Ryan is ready to start filming again."

"You’ve got to be kidding me." Summer checked the watch on her wrist. "It hasn’t even been twenty minutes."

Amber sighed. "You know the saying. She says jump. We say—"

"Trip, bitch."

Amber laughed, as Summer looked back at Mercedes, pointing a finger. "This conversation isn’t over."

Mercedes winked at Summer, the two actresses sauntering back onto set.

Summer wondered if Lea had been listening outside her trailer, because it seemed as if Ms. Michele was purposely antagonizing Summer. Any scenes they had together, Lea would abruptly call cut and give Summer "pointers," all the while Ryan sat in his chair and said nothing.

Summer, forever the professional, managed to keep her composure, but there was only so much she could take.

Finally, when it came time for Summer to film her final scene, she saw an opportunity.

"Alright, and action!"

"I just want you to know that despite your distasteful behavior toward me, I hold no animosity and hope that one day you can release your unwarranted rage, and we can be cordial once I’m on Broadway."

Alexus turned to Rachel and tilted her head, crossing her arms. "I don’t like you. Never have, never will."

Rachel’s smile faltered. "Well, I-I’m sorry you feel that way, but--."

"Let me explain something to you, Berry. This is Lima, Ohio. The biggest thing we have going for us here is Breadstix, a restaurant chain that’s been on it’s last leg since that lawsuit filed by the kid who got two breadsticks stuck up her nostrils."

"I’m much better now."

Alexus ignored Britany and continued. "So, I’ll give you this, this small town notoriety and fame, because I know and you know, that once you actually make it out into the real world, reality is going to slap you so hard, you won’t need to have a nose job."

"Alexus—"

"Your stardom is limited to this pathetic town and its almost entirely pathetic population. And don’t get me wrong, you’re very good at manipulating and controlling individuals, because you can. For now. But, let’s be real, your voice isn’t anything I haven’t heard coming from street singers in NYC. Face it, you don’t have the talent nor the looks to make it into this big star you think you’re going to be. NYADA?" Alexus laughed. "Maybe you’ll make it, I doubt it, and even if you do, once you realize how utterly mediocre your narcissistic ass truly is compared to real talent, you’ll come crying back to Lima and spend the rest of your life working nights at Breadstix while watching reruns of Funny Girl on a goodwill VHS player." A beat. "Now, how’s that for raining on your parade?"

"And, cut!"

——

PRESENT TIME

"Christopher, stop!" Summer laughed as Chris came from behind and lifted her up against his solid frame. "I’m trying to do my makeup."

"You don’t need it," he murmured into her neck. "It’s going to end up all over the pillows anyw—"

"Sir!"

"Autumn."

"Would you please leave me alone?" Summer managed to wiggle herself free from her husband, flipping him off when he slapped her ass. "I am a human being."

"Allegedly."

"Alleged—lemme stop before I end up going to jail." She leaned over and examined her skin, feeling for the tackiness to see if her primer had settled. "This is why I can never do my makeup right. If it’s not him, it’s the twins."

We wanna see the babies!

I don’t get it. Why is she always so mean to him???

^^^^You must be new around here…

What makeup do you use?

Summer caught the last comment and grabbed her foundation and concealer, flashing them on the camera. "You know I have to support my girl, Ri. It’s Fenty Beauty all day everyday over here, ya’ll."

More comments came rolling in, Summer partially paying attention while she tried to do her makeup. Chris was taking her out on a date, the first they’d been on since the birth of the twins.

Summer was actually excited. She was in much need of alone time with her husband.

She grabbed the Snap shadow and blending brush when she noticed majority of the comments kept mentioning Lea Michele.

She didn’t even attempt to hide her distaste. "Why are ya’ll asking me about that girl? Did something happen?" Different stories were coming in prompting Summer to do her own research. "Baby, can I see your phone?"

Without hesitation, Christopher jogged into the bathroom, grabbing onto Summer’s hips while she typed Lea’s name into google.

Five minutes into reading, Summer slammed his phone onto the counter.

"Finally!"

"You’re paying for that," Chris muttered, grabbing his phone, thankful that it wasn’t cracked.

"Sorry, baby." She leaned up and kissed his cheek before looking into her phone. "Ya’ll, okay, most of you should remember I played Mercedes sister, Alexus, on Glee, right?" A wave of "yes" rolled in. "So, I’ve worked with the bitch, and I am not exaggerating when I say bitch. That heifer is literally the worst person I have ever had the displeasure of working with."

Summer pushed Christopher out the bathroom, in case her adding onto the Lea Michele drag train somehow ended up bad. "Now, I’d heard she was a nightmare, but I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt."

"But, literally the first time I walked onto set and introduced myself to her, she looked me up and down, turned up her nose, and walked away." Summer clapped and covered her mouth. "It took everything in me not to call her ass out, but it was my first day, and I didn’t want to cause a scene."

"Obviously, I was a recurring star on the show so I would make appearances throughout the series, and each time I was there, she treated me, and everyone around her, like trash."

"Okay, but here’s the real tea, you know that read Alexus gave Rachel in season 3? That wasn’t in the script." Summer laughed at the comments. Her fans were freaking out. "My line ended when I told her I didn’t like her or something, but it was my last day of filming, and I’d literally had enough of her."

Even more comments came rolling in of laughing, frog, and tea emojis. Summer sucked her teeth and placed her hand on her hip. "Ya’ll, her white ass thought she was gone’ be a thirty something Maria from West Side Story on broadway." A beat. "Somebody had to let her know!"

[lauraashley93]

Another try at fanfiction. I debated for a good minute about posting this because I don’t feel like it’s as good but eh. Here it is.

Halloween scare

Reader and a couple of the Mayans are coming over for Halloween fun when things start getting a little spooky!

Warnings: none? Swearing?

*

It was Halloween night and Coco, Letty, Ez and Angel were all going to your house to watch scary movies and eat popcorn all night. You had spent all day decorating. You had all the lights off. Candles lit everywhere giving off that spooky feeling. Those silly wine glasses that looked like they were being held by Skelton hands filled with everyone’s drink of choice, big orange and black bowls filled with everything to chips and dip, popcorn and candy. You literally researched every “piss your pants” scary movie known to man to make sure there were no boring ones to slip through. You were dressed in your super fuzzy and soft pumpkin pajama pants with your over sized black shirt that had a ghost on it. To say you were completely extra was an understatement but you were excited and couldn’t wait for everyone to get there.

Soon enough everyone arrived. Letty was admiring all your work and Angel laughed and shook his head.

“Y/n you really have an obsession. There’s gotta be like a Halloween anonymous for you to attend.”

You narrowed your eyes and stuck your tongue out. “Very funny Reyes. Halloween is literally the BEST holiday. We WOULD be finding haunted houses to attend but SOMEONE is a party pooper.”

You rolled your eyes at Angel who just waved you off.

“Those are lame. Not even worth the money. They aren’t even scary. I have to look at Coco every day, now that, that is scary.“

Letty shrugged. “I don’t know. Sounds kinda great to me! Being scared is fun.”

Ez laughed. “It’s alright guys. Angel is just scared he will piss his pants in front of everyone. “

Angel scoffed at his little brother as Coco laughed

“Yeah Angel. Wouldn’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of” coco nodded to you and Angel elbowed coco before he could finish his sentence and shot him a glare. You were too busy laughing and putting in the first movie to notice the little exchange though.

“Okay okay, settle down children. Let’s get this party started!!” You said excitedly as you clapped your hands together.

You sat on the end of the couch followed by Angel. Ez sat on your recliner while Letty and Coco sat on the mess of blankets and pillows you had on the floor. You turned on the first movie and the marathon began.

Three movies later as you’re engulfed in the movie the conjuring you hear a noise in your attic. You furrow your eyebrows together and pause the movie.

“Hey! What are you doing it was just getting good!” Coco shouted in frustration.

“Hush! Didn’t you hear that?” You whispered a look of worry covering your face.

Ez rolled his eyes. “Y/n, you’re just being paranoid. Calm down and watch the movie. “

Angel laughed “yeah mami quit being such a scaredy-cat!”

Letty looked at the guys “no, I heard it too! What if it’s a ghost! Or a killer?!”

Angel rolled his eyes. “Really? Three movies in and you guys are already being ridiculous. And you think you could make it through a haunted house?”

Ez laughed “look, it’s probably just the wind. It is pretty windy out tonight. Just relax. If there is anymore noises I’ll go check it out to ease your mind.”

You pout and snuggle to your blanket and replay the movie but your attention isn’t quite on the movie anymore. Your paranoia is getting to you and you realize that as soon as Letty moves to stretch and you scream because the sudden movement startles you. Everyone is looking at you and you laugh nervously.

“I think I’m gonna go get more beer. Anyone want anything?”

Letty shakes her head. “No, but I’ll go with you.”

You both walk into the kitchen as the boys continue to watch the movie coco turns his attention to Angel.

“So, Hermano, when you gonna man up and make a move on y/n?”

Angels eyes grow wide as he looks at Coco. “What are you a fucking girl? This isn’t a slumber party and we ain’t gossiping so suck a dick bro.”

Ez laughs “come on Angel why so defensive? Why not just go for it?”

“Because dumbass. She, she isn’t into me. Besides, we’re best friends. ”

Ez rolled his eyes “oh quit being a pussy and ask her. You aren’t scared of ghost and goblins but when it comes to a y/h spunky girl, you freeze up. “

Ez and coco laugh as Angel stares daggers at them as y/n walks back into the room.

“What’s so funny you stooges?”

Ez smiles and shakes his head “not a thing mami, not a thing. “

Coco looks around and furrows his brow. “Where’s Letty?”

You look around and shrug. “I don’t know. I thought she came back out here. Maybe she went to the bathroom?”

Right then you all heard a loud scream. Coco jumped up and ran to the back the three of you following close behind him as you start flipping on all the lights.

“She’s probably trying to scare y/n” Ez says trying to relax everyone.

“Letty, leticia! Where are you?” Coco yelled

“Come on Letty this shit ain’t funny” y/n yelled.

The lights start to flicker until they completely shut off. Everything goes quiet for a few moments as the lights turn back on. Angel looks around making sure he sees you first a sigh of relief seeing you’re safe. You smile and grab his hand you look at Coco and grab his hand next holding on tight as if they’re going to disappear.

“Where’s Ez?” You ask.

Angel looks around “EZ? Letty? Yo quit playing your stupid game. It’s getting old and I wanna finish the movie.”

Y/n whispers “you really think they are just playing a prank??”

Angel nods “pff yeah. All that talk about haunted houses not being scary. Probably just trying to pull a fast one. The shit is stupid.”

Coco nods. “Yeah, well shit ain’t funny no more. Leticia get your fucking ass out here or you’re grounded.”

Y/n raises an eyebrow at Coco, trying not to laugh at his attempt at fatherly demands.

“Grounded?” Angel asks the humor in his voice clear as day. “She would beat your ass before she let you ground her papi coco”

Y/n laughed but quickly recovered as Coco glared at the two of you.

“Aye she knows I ain’t playing. We got a mutual respect of things. And making me think a ghost fuckin snatched her ass is grounds for grounding.”

Coco went to go say something else as the lights went off again this time you hear glass shatter and felt Coco’s hand being snatched out of yours as he starts yelling.

“Aye get the fuck off me. I ain’t the one Im gon’ fuck you up. “

“COCO!” Y/n yells

It’s quiet now. Nothing but the sound of the clock ticking as you wait for the lights to come on and you hear Angel sigh.

“So he’s in on it to? Come on guys. You’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

You’re shaking at this point as you’re holding on to Angel. “I don’t think this is a joke, Angel. I’m scared.”

Angels heart races as you hold him tightly and he wraps his arms back around you.

“It’s okay y/n. I gotchu. They’re just trying to pull a Halloween prank. ”

The lights come back on as you look around. The crashing noise had been a vase and Coco was no where to be seen. Angel was getting annoyed.

“Alright shit heads games over. Come out.”

The lights flickered again your grip tightened on Angel and there was a noise behind you. You both turn around as the lights flicker there is a figure at the end of the hall. It’s black shape and white face staring back at you. It slowly raises its hand Pointing toward the two of you.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Bravo guys. “

Angel speaks out to the figure and the lights turn out again. You hold your breath as you hear the floor creak. Gripping on to Angel so tight your hand start to hurt. You can swear the creaking gets louder and closer until... it stops. the air is thick and you can swear you hear angels heart rate quicken. A few seconds feels like hours until.. the light pops on and BAM the figure is right there you scream as it grabs ahold of you and drags you back like it’s simply floating quickly across the floor. Angels eyes go wide

“ y/n!!! NO! LET HER GO YOU SON OF A BITCH”

“ANGEL! HELP ME.” You scream. Desperate to get out of the grips of whatever has a hold of you.

Angel takes off running as the lights turn off again. He stops, breathing heavily. Continuing to slowly walk forward.

“Y/n where are you??” His voice is shaky.

He hears something behind him and he turns around quickly trying to see through the darkness. “Y/!n? Coco? Letty? Ez?”

He continues to walk until he feels like he hits a brick wall. He stops, swallows hard and looks up just in time for the lights to come on. He backs up to take in the full picture. A big man in butcher like clothes with blood all over them. A face that looks like it has been cut and rotted? Glossed over eyes, almost zombie like... but zombies aren’t real..are they?

His mind is spazzing as he finally looks down seeing him drag something by their hair, no not something, someone, Letty. He screams and goes to turn around and he turns right into three people in white masks and he stops and drops to his knees screaming so high pitched it might have been mistaken for a girl. Falling to his knees he covers his eyes waiting for his demise but instead he is met with.. laughter? He peeks up seeing coco, you and Ez take off the masks. He turns around seeing Letty getting up laughing. The guy in butchers clothing peeling back the latex on his face revealing Gilly as the culprit. Everyone is laughing except Angel. He slowly stands up and his once scared face is now annoyed as he starts walking toward your back door. You stop laughing “oh no, did we go too far?”

Coco laughed again. “Nah. He will be okay. Just mad cause we got the best of him. “

Ez wiped the tears from his eyes caused from his laughter “yeah, don’t worry about him.” He turned to Gilly, “thanks for the help man, he definitely didn’t expect that. “

Gilly laughed “I’m happy to help. How did you all get it to look like y/n got pulled down the hallway?”

As Coco explained that they had Letty get dressed and put a belt and rope around her and had her stand on a old skateboard so ez and coco could roll her back one they grabbed you, you made you way to the back yard where Angel was out smoking a cigarette.

“Hey” your voice was quiet as you walked up to him. “Don’t be mad at them. It was my idea. I didn’t think you’d get upset.

Angel rolled his eyes. “Upset? How would I not be upset at the thought of the love of my life being taken away and possibly killed?” Angel stopped talking as his cheeks for red as he realized what he just said. You eyes grew wide as his words sank in.

“What? What did you say?” You looked at up him. Angel just stared at the ground and sighed.

“Look, I’m in love with you y/n. I have been for awhile and I didn’t know how to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin anything and I didn’t want ruin what we did have because I can’t stand the thought of you not in my life.”

Y/n is now smiling at his rambling and shuts him up by slamming her body to his and kissing him fast and hard. Angel wraps his arms around you and kisses you back urgently. Feeling intoxicated by your taste. You finally pull back to catch your breath with a smile on your lips.

“Angel Reyes, you sir are an idiot. If I knew all it took was someone trying to kidnap me to get you to tell me I would have done this a long time ago. I love you, too. I was just waiting for you to grow a pair and come claim me. “

Angel smiled at that and pulled you closer. “Well consider yourself claimed mi amor. You are mine forever now.”

You both smiled kissing each other again as you could hear shouting and “finally’s” coming from the house.

“It’s about damn time. Now , get your asses in here so we can finish this movie.” Letty explained as you and Angel laughed following her inside to continue your movie night. Halloween is always amazing for you, but this will always be your favorite.

@angelreyesgirl @auroraariza @spookys-girl @trulysuccubus @stunning-shitz

[dayseternal-blog]

i think im running out of naruhina fluff/smut. T-T. Can you help me out? hihi

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you think you can hide behind anonymous 🧐  I’m quite certain I know who this is haha 😘

And for you, dearest anon, have three completely unfinished, barely started wips (EVIL CACKLES BECAUSE THESE GO NOWHERE)

But actually, if any of these one-shot ideas catch your interest, please let me know and maybe I’ll actually try to finish one of them?

Smutty Soulmate AU, where you meet your soulmate in your dreams each night upon turning 20.

When her alarm jars her from sleep, she’s always only left with a feeling and flashes of color.  Today...she desperately tries to focus, to reach back, to remember…

Excitement.  Red.  Dark.

Her heart beats faster for reasons unknown to her, and there’s no point in trying any harder to slide the experiences of the soul into her brain.  After pointless meditation sessions, longer naps, and all manners of effort with dream diaries and online tips, she’s been resigned to the fact that only her other half can unlock that translation of dreams to memories.  She has yet to meet her soulmate in person.

Ever since her 20th birthday a few months ago, since that nerve wracking night of meeting her soulmate for the first time, going out has been a secret manhunt.  Eyes peeled to every single passersby over the age of 20.  Any one of them could be the person she’s spent the last 200 or so nights with.

So she dresses carefully for a day out with Sakura, Tenten, and Ino.  They’ll be going to the restaurant where Sakura’s fiance works his part-time job.  For all she knows, her soulmate might be there, too.

A guy?  A girl?  Her age?  Much older?  She has no idea what she’ll say to her soulmate, either.  But she imagines that when she sees them, it’ll be like a homecoming.  Planning is unnecessary, right?  When it’s someone you actually see every night?  If they didn’t like her, she can’t imagine why she would wake up every morning with so much residual happiness and longing.

-------------------------------------THAT’S IT @bunny-hoodlum

Ghost-Hunting (Obake Hunt) Comedy Modern AU, Naruto & co. visit a college at night for some scares that take an unexpected turn...

A shadowed driveway leads up the mountain toward the private college.

“Is this it?” Sasuke asks, peering out the car window.

“Yeah, turn here,” Ino instructs.  

“Okay, but why is the place even open at this time of night,” Sakura states, arms crossed with a skeptical expression as Sasuke drives the minivan through the gates, up the grand driveway.  The dorms for the college were built at a separate location down the main thoroughfare.

Ino shrugs.  “They have all kinds of events that go on at night.  I don’t know.”

“At least we know we’re not trespassing if the school’s open.”  Hinata’s soft voice comes over the back seat.  

“I still can’t believe we actually talked you into coming with us!” Ino teases.

Sakura laughs, “We’re having a bad influence on her!”

Hinata shakes her head.  “Actually, I’m amazed that Naruto-kun is here,” she shyly replies.

Sasuke lets out a quiet laugh.  “Doesn’t mean he won’t shit himself if we find a ghost.” 

“Okay!, no!, I won’t shit myself, alright?” he immediately defends.  “...I might just scream a little, but I won’t poop my pants…”  He’s already in a protective stance, arms crossed, back hunched a little.  

Everyone laughs at him, but Hinata takes his hand, smiling half-amusedly, half to comfort him.  “I’ll protect you, Naruto-kun.”

That only makes everyone laugh harder as Naruto sinks into himself in embarrassment.

Despite Ino’s school being open, the parking lot is somewhat empty save for a few cars.  The buildings are magnificent in design, echoing back to an era when arched entryways and stucco were favored over walls of glass.  The hum of cicadas pierce through the still, late summer air.  

The small group of friends silently follow Ino back toward the driveway of the school with only yellowed street lamps lighting the dark sidewalks.  They cross into the street, stopping right in the middle at the fancy traffic meridian.  It’s an odd decorative aspect of the driveway they passed on the way up.  It’s right in the middle of the street, separating the in and out lanes, somewhat built-up and rounded with a grassy patch and flowering bushes planted high on top.  It really only serves to make the school look expensive.

Ino smiles, then whispers, “Put your hand here on the wall.”

“Why?” Sakura asks, also in a whisper.  

“Just feel it.”  

They do, all of them placing their hands on the wall, waiting for something to happen.

“You see how the plaster is kind of rough over there?” she asks.

They nod, their fingers dragging over the rushed job.

“...This is an ancient burial ground,” Ino explains in a hushed tone.

Their hands spring off of the wall, their fingers wide in stress at what they were just touching.

“Ino, what the fuck?!” Naruto hisses, barely containing his volume, his legs already carrying him away from the meridian and onto the side of the street. 

Sakura stares at her hand wide-eyed.  “Oh my gosh, we’re all cursed,” she laments.  She can practically feel the spiritual energy twisting around her fingers. 

Ino snickers.  “That’s what my course major senpais did to me.”

Sasuke and Hinata are silently trailing after Naruto with abject horror on their faces.  Hinata fists her hand uncomfortably against her skirt.  

Once they’re all gathered safely away from the meridian, Ino continues to explain.  “When they were constructing, they found the remains of the ancient natives.”

“So they just built that random thing in the middle of the street to house the bones and then continued on their merry way?” Naruto asks for clarification.

Ino nods.  “After they found them, they built that wall around the burial ground, and apparently they were in a hurry to cover it back up.  They just made the driveway go around it.”

They stand there, staring at the burial ground, picturing the bones just on the other side of the wall they touched, below the grass and bushes.  

“Did you have to make us touch it, though,” Hinata asks, regretfully, with a really sad frown.

“The spirits of the ancient warriors are going to find me and kill me in the dead of the night,” Naruto states, as if it’s already fact.

Ino brushes his paranoia off.  “We’ll, I’m still here, aren’t I?”  

“Note to all of us--don’t do anything Ino tells us to do,” Sasuke says.

Ino gives him a very evil smile.  “That’s not all there is to this place.”

“Why...why am I doing this…” Naruto asks to no one in particular.

She leads them deeper into the center of the school, where a large tree spreads its thick limbs over a beautiful cobbled courtyard.  A simple fountain beneath the tree spouts water, and pennies shine beneath the surface of the circular pool.  The gurgle of the water as it falls is relaxing, serene in the quiet of the night.

“Wow, this is nice,” Sakura says, looking around at the manicured gardens surrounding the courtyard.  

Ino nods.  “A girl hung herself here.”

They turn their attention to the blonde.  Suddenly, the peace of the courtyard feels like an ill omen.

She tilts her head at the large tree.  “They say that when this used to be a mental hospital, a girl got away from her caretakers.  She was found hanging from this tree.”  

They frown at the branches, wondering which one the girl chose.

Ino gestures to steps that lead to an academic building.  “They said that at night, you could see her ghost walking and talking to herself in the corridors, always bringing herself to this tree.  Someone suggested to the school that they build this fountain here to give rest to her spirit.”

“So no one sees her ghost anymore?” Sakura asks. 

Ino shrugs.  “I guess we’ll find out…”

“What?”  Naruto scrunches a face of distaste.

“Let’s go,” Ino invites.  

“Go where…” he whines quietly.

Ino takes the disturbed group down the steps to the building.  “Hm, I wonder if it’s open…”  She pulls the handle.

The door opens.

“Whyyyy is it open…” Naruto groans.

“But actually, though, why,” Sakura states.

“Maybe the teachers are still here?” Hinata suggests.

Ino laughs.  “Psh, what college professor cares that much about their job?”  She holds the door open, inviting them into the building.  “Welcome to the language arts hall.”  

The corridor lights are all on, assuring them that the building is, indeed, open.

They enter the hallway.  Naruto lags behind.  When the door shuts, he opens it again.  “I’m just making sure…”  He tests the handle a couple more times before closing it.  Then he tests it once more for good measure.

“You satisfied?” Sasuke asks.

“I’m just making sure,” he repeats.  

Hinata frowns, imagining the door locking them in while they’re inside the building.  

Naruto’s paranoia is only making things worse.

Ino starts ahead of them, and Naruto has to rush to catch up.  “Wait for me!”

“SHHHH!!” Sakura scolds, finger to her lips.

They stand there, noticing how her shush seems to echo in the hallway.

“This place is really creepy,” Hinata comments quietly.

Ino shrugs.  “Only at night.  I had classes in this building in my first year.” 

“So this place used to be part of the mental hospital?” Sasuke asks.  

“Yeah,” Ino affirms.  She brings them to a classroom.  “You see how there’s this little window that you can use to look inside?”  

They nod, taking turns peeking into one of the dark classrooms.  It’s a normal room with normal desks.

“All of the rooms have this hallway window, you see?  It was so that the nurses could check on the patients.”

“Oh gods,” Naruto mutters.

-------------------------------------THAT’S IT

College Ballet AU, Naruto sees a different side of his quietly reserved friend.

It wasn’t a trick. 

Winter had dragged its sharp claws across the ground as long as it could, but finally, finally, three seasonal false-starts and numerous wilted, early-blooming daffodils later, 

Spring had finally decided to stay for good.

Trees bloomed pastel pinks instead of icy white.  New hopefuls popped out of the wet dirt, ready to face the sun.  Birds were suddenly a real thing again.  

Students strolled across the college campus in shorts and light sweaters, eager to shed the winter coats they had worn for six straight months.

And most importantly…

“The forecast is in the high 50s all week!” Ino announced as she pranced into the room, swinging her dance bag to the floor.

“Oh!!  Remember last spring we had class outside?” Sakura asked, turning her attention to their ballet instructor.

“Can we have class outside, Kurenai?” Ino pleaded, eyes wide in hope.

“Hm, the weather is nice today.  I suppose it is a shame to stay indoors on an afternoon like this,” she considered aloud.

Hinata listened with alarm.  She had never danced outside before, never in her 14 years of dancing.  Yes, she had danced on stage before, had performed in front of many strangers before, but still...  Everyone will see us, she worried.  

“I didn’t bring my speakers today, though,” Kurenai continued.

Before Hinata could feel any relief, Tenten pulled out her tech from her bag.  “You can bluetooth your phone to mine!”  

“Awesome, Tenten!” Sakura exclaimed.

“Oh, please, Kurenai?  Can we have class outside?” the other girls begged.

Hinata already knew her fate.  She was going to have to wear her body-conforming leotard and tights in front of the entire student body.  Nevermind the fact that the last time she had gone barefoot on grass was in elementary school.

They all picked up their belongings and made the quick trip to the center lawn.

As she predicted, many students who were already finished with their classes for the day were enjoying the afternoon weather, laying out in the grass reading or playing frisbee.  

And here they were, in their leotards and tights, about to have their whole ballet practice for all to see.  

“There’s so many people,” she whispered in embarrassment to Sakura.  

The pinkette looked at Hinata in confusion, then sympathy.  “Don’t worry.  Just relax and enjoy the sunshine!  It’s a lot of fun to dance outside.  It feels like…”  Sakura glanced up in thought.  “...Like freedom.  Or like...nature!”

Hinata took a deep breath and nodded.  She slipped off her sandals and lined up with everyone to begin their barre exercises...without a barre.  She spread her toes open to first position and settled her arms and hands into en bas.  

Already she could see curious onlookers watching them, and she could only thank the god above that they were having class in a corner of the field, and not front and center.  

Kurenai glanced over her dancers, noting their prepared positions.  She rattled off the instructions for their plie routine before setting up the speaker and scrolling through her phone’s music menu.

Familiar piano music rose into the air.  

More students glanced around.

Hinata tried not to think that all of their eyes were on her.  Because she knew, logically, that they weren’t all watching only her, but her heart just hadn’t been prepared for this sudden public display.

Eventually, with the right side completed and the combination repeated on the left side, Hinata began to feel less tense.

The students lazing on the lawn returned to their own devices, and only passersby watched as they headed to their destinations.  

She fell into the muscle memory of the exercises, and her focus turned inward on the flow of her arms with the music, of the dart of her toes with the beat, and the alignment of her body.  

It was like Sakura said.  There was a certain freedom she had never felt before in dancing barefoot in the grass under the Spring sun, turning, leaping, and reaching into the fresh air.  

[gerberbabey]

cocaine | kiara carrera

madison bailey rlly met her gf ON TIKTOK, thats wild and now i see that my chances arent as low as i believe. anyways love that for them.

writing this made me so damn depressed. like if anyone would like to fall in love w me, im just here...chillin.

masterlist | cocain series: 2 | 3 

summary: Kiara falls in love with someone who isn’t willing to love anymore (story inspired by the mentioned song and this scene).

warnings: that gay shit, cursing, angst, underage drug use, underage drinking, mentions of dying, unrequited love?

♫ Cocaine by Pink Sweat$ ♫

Kooks could talk as much shit as they wanted but it didn’t exactly stop them from showing up at the boneyard for a kegger. They whined and complained about Pogues but still came around to the other side of the island because they knew they would have a good time.

“It’s like watching National Geographic,” Kie winced and you sputtered out a laugh, stumbling back as you tried to keep the water from dripping onto your clothes. There was a pocket of Kooks jumping around to the music, moving in a weird sort of unison that was both stiff and awkward.

“Ew,” Kie laughed as you leaned forward to spit out the water that you had been trying to drink. To be honest it wasn’t that funny of a comment but you were also high of your ass so everything was hilarious.

“I can’t breathe,” you huffed out and Kie had to hold you steady when you stumbled into her. You were laughing so hard that it was at that point where you weren’t even making any noise. She couldn’t stop herself from laughing because of how hard you were laughing.

“Oh my god (Y/N) it wasn’t even that funny!”

“Then why are you laughing?!”

“Because you’re laughing!”

The two of you burst out into another fit of giggles as you wrapped your arms around the girl, resting your head on her chest as she wrapped her arms around you and struggled to keep the two of you standing.

“Are you two ok?” Pope walked up to the two of you just as you stumbled into the sand in a laughing heap. You let out one giggled and took in a deep breath as you stared up at Pope, your head hazy and heavy.

“Chillin dude,” you drawled out and Pope shook his head before he helped the two of you up. Kia brushed off the sand from her curls and you gave an aggressive shake of your head as you brushed out the sand from hair at the same time. Kie let out a noise and Pope stepped back to avoid any sand flying at him.

When you stopped you stumbled to straighten up. Everything around you was moving fast and yet slow at the same time and you let out a laugh.

Kie couldn’t help but look at you with a dopey look on her face. She wished she could tell you just how much she loved you. The day Kie had realized she was in love with her best friend was a bit of a stressful one. Kie was a firm believer of the “No Pogue on Pogue macking rule”. Not only did she believe it would change everything if broken, she also didn’t want to have a reason to be tied down to the Outer Banks. She loved her friends, her family, and her life on the island but she knew she was capable of so much more. Deep down in her heart she knew that she was meant to travel the world. That the best way for her to succeed was to get out of the Outer Banks and into the world.

But then one day she looked into your eyes and knew she loved you. That she was in love with you.

You were friends with the Pogues before she’d joined the group but you were the first one she met. You met the rest of the Pogues through JJ, and then had integrated Kie into the group after you started working at The Wreck.

After the betrayal of Sarah Cameron and the pain she went through being ostracized by her entire school, meeting you and then the boys had been her saving grace. Sure you weren’t jumping to your feet to try and help baby sea turtles into the ocean, but you always listened to her. You understood her.

“I mean everyone’s freaking out about plastic straws but the cups are like...more plastic,” you added to her rant and she nodded enthusiastically.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying!”

She was pretty much convinced the two of you were soulmates the day you had played her a playlist that you made just for her.

Yet even though she was so head over heels in love there was too many reasons why she couldn’t tell you.

One of the biggest reasons was your lack of faith in love and relationships. Convincing you that falling in love and being in love was a good thing proved to be a difficult feat. You’d been hurt so much by the concept of love that you’d moved past the point of thinking you’d ever fall in love. You left it behind and believed wholeheartedly that it wasn’t something meant for you. You didn’t believe in marriage and didn’t believe that you would ever find that person. You’d stopped looking and that meant that you couldn’t and wouldn’t see Kie in the way she wished you would.

“Yo (Y/N)!”

You and your friends turned at that and Kie watched you grin as you ran up to the boy who called you. You jumped into his arms and Kie bit her lip.

“Dude! What the fuck is up?!” You yelled as the boy laughed and let you down. You were jumping around excitedly, “Yo when did you get home?”

“Yesterday.”

“Who’s that?” Kie asked JJ and the boy turned to look at what she was talking about.

“Huh? Oh that’s Quincy, he graduated last year I think? Went to the Navy or something, him and (Y/N) were really close.”

“Oh.”

Kie wondered why she never heard about Quincy.

“Kie!!!” You waved her over and Kie pushed down that weird feeling that was rising up and hid it with a smile. She moved to stand by you and tried not preen when you took her hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and holding on tight. She hoped that Quincy would conclude that she was yours. (You may not have been hers, but she was wholeheartedly yours).

“Kie this Quincy. He was my fuckin plug before he left,” you laughed and Quincy crossed his arms and gave you a look. Kie felt a little relieved but then thought about this.

“Didn’t you start smoking when you were like...in middle school?” Kie asked and Quincy laughed while you shrugged.

“Yeah, can you imagine how I felt seeing this 12 year old asking me if I sold?”

Kie tried not to cringe. You’d been smoking for way longer than she’d known you. Your tolerance surpassed JJ, likely because of your lack of tolerance breaks. Kie could argue that at least you’d only smoked weed and hadn’t dove into other, harder drugs. The one time you had, Kie nearly had a heart attack and the boys almost killed a boy for urging you to take it.

You’d told her once that you just really liked how being high made you feel. The strain you smoked made you feel relaxed. It eased your mind and your body.

You told her that you started smoking after your parents separated. They’d fallen out of love and decided that rather than being adults and dealing with their issues themselves, they’d put the weight and stress of their problems onto your shoulders. A year later you had decided you were going to quit because you’d fallen in love with your boyfriend of a year and a half. You nearly did stop getting high, but then your boyfriend broke up with you, didn’t tell you you why, and then ghosted you.

3 days later he’d posted about his new girlfriend (he’d reassured you nothing was going on between them when you were together. The time stamp of the filtered picture told you and everyone else otherwise).

Kie wanted to spite the people who’d led to the walls you built around your heart.

You had guided Kie and Quincy back over to the other Pogues and Kie couldn’t help but cling to you that night. She didn’t like Quincy’s familiarity with you. It was kind of childish really but it’d been a while since you’d looked eager to interact with anybody who weren’t the Pogues. Kie’s heart skipped a beat when she realized how absolutely ok you were with her holding and touching you.

“Hey...(Y/N)?”

“Hmm..?”

The two of you were laying in her bed. The kegger had ended some time ago and though the two of you would’ve usually stayed at the Chateau with the boys, she’d decided she wanted to spend the rest of her night alone with you. She’d appreciated Quincy taking the two of you to her house.

“You really don’t think you’re going to get married?” she questioned quietly and she watched you open your eyes and look into her own.

“Hm...Yeah. Probably not,” you told her honestly.

“Why not?”

“...I don’t know. I don’t think I’d want to commit to someone that much. Plus...I don’t think anyone would wanna commit to being with me either.”

Kie would.

“But what if someone loves you...so so much, but you just won’t open yourself up to them? Would you really risk losing that before you even know it?”

You stayed silent at that. This was something that constantly went through your mind. sometimes you thought about those “what if” moments constantly. What if you’d given that boy a chance? Would you be in love with him now? Would the two of you be happy?

Yet you also thought: but maybe the two of you would be miserable instead. Maybe it would just lead to more pain.

“I don’t know if I could deal with being hurt because of love again.”

“...Ok...”

The two of you eventually drifted off to sleep. Kie’s chest hurt but she dreamt about kissing you.

Kie sometimes wished that she could be the one to bring your heart out of its hiding place. She wanted to be the person that you were willing to finally love. She wanted you to toss aside the risk of getting hurt because she’d make it clear to you that she would never hurt you.

JJ had gotten too high once, and had told her that you and him sometimes went to the dock and just sat there in silence. That the two of you would allow your worries to ease just by being beside one another and that you both knew that even without talking, or venting, or even smoking, you understood how JJ felt and JJ understood how you felt.

Kie wanted that.

She wished she didn’t have to push so hard for you to feel comfort in her, but she would continue pushing nonetheless. Despite how close the two of you were as friends, vulnerable moments were rare with you. 

“Kie, I need you to leave this alone ok? It’s seriously not any of your business,” you’d tried to shake her off and she only became angrier. The boys had shuffled out of the room the moment you’d walked in with Kie yelling at you.

She had went to pick you up and caught you snorting a line of...something, in your room.

“None of my business!? I can’t just let you hurt yourself like this (Y/N)!”

“Kie you smoke with me! Fucking weed is killing me just as much as any other drug would! If you cared so much then don’t cherry pick what you decide to care about!”

“Don’t ever tell me how I feel!”

“God you’re not my fucking mom Kie, just stop!”

“No (Y/N)!”

You’d stormed off after that argument. Out of all the people in your life you thought Kie would be the last person the chastise you for anything you did. You thought she understood. Kie felt terrible when you didn’t come around to the Chateau or even talk to her and the Pogues for the rest of the day. Kie’s heart was in your hands and you were squeezing.

The next day, Kie had bursted into your room crying.

“You can’t be mad at me for just wanting you to be ok...” she sobbed and you held her tight to you. 

“I know Kie, I know. I’m sorry,” you mumbled into her hair before you gave her a kiss on the forehead. She pulled back to look at you and she took in the worried expression on your face. She was hyper aware of the feeling of your thumbs stroking her cheek. Kie shut her eyes and leaned forward to press her lips onto yours.

Her heart broke into a million pieces when you gasped and backed away.

“Oh my god...” Kie sobbed and stood from where the two of you had clung to each other on your bed, “I’m sorry-I just..I’m gonna go-” 

You couldn’t say a word as you watched Kie rush out of your room.

“Fuck!” she yelled before the door slammed shut.

part 2...?

[in-madhouses]

i dont mean to bother you but can you link me to the epilogue of your fic ‘they’ll hang us in the louvre” i absolutely have adored reading and im happy i stumbled across your blogs and fics and i cant wait to read more!

HELLO! NO BOTHER AT ALL. Life has just gotten in the way a little and I’ve been absolutely trash about updating. But here’s the epilogue for louvre for those who are actually still out there reading things I post  😭😭😭

.

“So what can you tell us about the Marauders film coming out in a couple of weeks?” The excited host asks with a little glint in his eye, as though he’s asking something he already knows the answer to.

“I.. I can tell you what I don’t know, which is everything,” Aahna deflects instead with a bit of a blush staining her cheeks.

Niall forces to keep a straight face at the sight of her on the screen, slightly squirmish but totally acing it.

Despite being high key in the interview spotlight (on and off) for well over two years by now, he can never get over the fact that Aahna confident to the point of arrogance Deakins doesn’t do very well with interviews.

For all intents and purposes, she does just fine. She carries her confidence like a shield and her charm simply radiates onto the screen. But after being intimately acquainted with her and her idiosyncrasies for a better part of a year, her slight awkwardness is evident. Especially when it’s on red couches and with interviewers that she binge watches on a regular.

“You have to know something!” Graham presses on.

“They didn’t exactly… I mean, at this point I know more about how nuclear reactors work than I do about the Marauders movie,” Aahna says casually.

“Are you saying you haven’t watched it or that you’re surprisingly well educated about nuclear reactors?”

“Both?” She laughs.

And Niall knows she’s not lying, she’d looked it up the week before and spent her night explaining to him it how it worked in detail.

The flamboyant host presses on, “Do you even know if you’re in it at all?”

“I don’t… I… I’m not sure,” she stutters a little before chuckling.

The petite host all but practically screeches at that, “You’re not sure?”

“Is it because they don’t trust you to keep things off social media?”

“Pretty much,” Aahna nods, her grin wide and bashful at the same time, “I wasn’t exactly given a script. Everyone on the principal cast knew what was going on, they literally jumped straight into filming after the last season but I was only given the scenes that I was in, and mid-way through production, so I could be a ghost, a memory, a spell-induced hallucination, I’m possibly not even in the movie at all.”

Niall smiles to no one in particular, somewhat proud how well she’s fending despite the multitude of complicated factors surrounding the interview;

a) the possibility of letting too much about the movie slip and therefore violating her NDA, his NDA, and everyone’s NDA basically because she only knows as much as she knows because they’d told her,

b) the possibility of not talking about the movie enough which would cause the audience to be less excited about the boys being on the show in the following week,

c) the fact that she’s not actually on The Graham Norton Show to promote the Marauders movie but the new season of her own show, and of course,

d) the possibility of deflecting everything far too much and then having to maneuver questions about their relationship status which was a newly hot topic of much speculation.

Despite them not even trying to be sneaky about things after the completion of Marauders: The Final Chapter, the internet stayed unsuspectingly calm.

Apart from that one grainy low quality images of them having dinner surfacing on a fan blog, they’ve actually managed to evade the full force of rumours and speculation with Aahna busy with season two of her show and Niall preoccupied piecing together the parts for his own expansion of title from just ‘actor’ to ‘actor slash screenwriter slash director.’

It only unexpectedly comes to a head when Aahna tweets one of the March Madness bracket charts comparing the fictional men on television by replacing every name with Remus Lupin.

Twitter, as it does, promptly loses its shit over it.

@itsAahna

Fixed the chart for you 🙃 @BBCOne

@BBCOne

Wow what were even doing before you came along? @itsAahna

@itsAahna

Sleeping on Remus Lupin, clearly @BBCOne

@drowningg-in-deniall

can @itsAahna and @NiallOfficial just get together already i want peace 😭

@mishchiefnmayhem

OTPOTPOTPOTPOTP #drowningindeniall

@moooony

I WILL REVOLT #wandsattheready #drowningindeniall @MaraudersMovie

@padsnprongs

I mean we all know #jily is endgame in the movie but i want to see @itsAahna and @NiallOfficial IRL #drowningindeniall

@NikkiSwiftCeleb

If this doesn’t change your opinion on the “friendship” between @itsAahna and @NiallOfficial nothing will.

@PerezHilton

Can we say we called it first? @itsAahna and @NiallOfficial

@EW

@MaraudersMovie exclusive. The cast weigh in on the new fave will they won’t they couple and THAT tweet >> bit.ly/Jh8e3rd4

Niall was back in Ireland when it happens, but his Twitter blows up with fans asking if they really are dating. Oddly, none of the guys or any of the Marauders’ cast members pester him about it. Probably because they think that Aahna’s contractually obligated to keep the conversation on the upcoming Marauders movie, but keeping their sexual relationship turned actual relationship a secret for months on end is surprisingly easy when your friends aren’t being complete nosy fucks.

The only person who truly suspected anything had Caroline, and even then, she’d only thought they were having hate sex to fix all their problems. (Not like she was wrong.) But when they decided to come clean when they wrapped filming with a round of drinks, they find out that there’d been a betting pool going on in regards to their relationship instead.

“I had a tenner riding on this,” Louis says, swaying a little after his umpteenth shot, “I still can’t believe the two of you didn’t get together before the movie wrapped!”

Niall and Aahna share a look at that, but before either of them can let the cat out of the bag, Louis then goes off on how no one but Harry expected them all to become friends and how this lead to them all losing money to Harry and they telepathically decide against telling their friends. (Seems only fair, since their friends were all proving to be complete pricks.)

Which only brings things to their current conundrum of having to promote a movie whilst making use of their fan favourite characters’ practically non-existent romance while some fans were emotionally invested in the actors’ very secret but very real romance.

He smiles at the thought. Because he likes to tell people that he was in love once, back in Ireland. But he didn’t really fall in love, fall in love. Not really. It was more of a familiarity. Like one day something that was there all along that just… became love. And it’s entirely the opposite of what happened with Aahna. Before he was even fully aware of what was happening, she was just… all over his life. Everywhere. Like someone poured her over every inch of him and she just seeped into the very fabric of his life and he can’t wash her out no matter how much bleach he used.

The on screen conversation shifts to the other guests for a bit focusing on the projects they qere involved in, but when the host with the big red couch says he has some tweets to pull out circling back to her, Niall could see the subtle signs of panic creep in on her face.

“Lips were obviously sealed quite tightly when you got cast for the backdoor pilot on Marauders, but an incident got leaked to the press didn’t it?”

“Wait, is this the video?” Aahna asks realisation dawned upon her.

“These were the tweets following that video that most people seem to have forgotten about.”

“Something that you won’t let happen, obviously,” Aahna comments good humouredly, mentally bracing herself for whatever the Graham Norton team has managed to dig up on the interwebs.

“Obviously,” the host announces as they move their attention to the screen on set, “Now these tweets are, I believe, the immediate aftermath of the video hitting the internet.”

@NiallOfficial

4 yrs on a top rated tv show only to end up sharing scentime with someone who got famous lookng gd in thr underwear

@NiallOfficial

that’s not me throwing shade at modesl that’s me throwing shade at @itsAahna

@NiallOfficial

it’s really not my fault that @itsAahna finds memorising lines harder than slupring tequila off her girlfriend’s belly button

@itsAahna

are YOU slurping tequila off of your girlfriend’s belly button right now? @NiallOfficial

@itsAahna

lol kidding (what girlfriend) 😂 @NiallOfficial

@NiallOfficial

at least i’m not about to send in a sex tape to @DailyMirror to distract people from how i cant act atall

@itsAahna

if you wanted to make a sex tape all you had to do was ask @NiallOfficial

“And this went on for like a whole hour at 3 in the morning,” Graham titters excitedly as he continues scrolling through the seemingly endless barrage of tweets.

“They do say that the best relationships start from heated online arguments,” Aahna shrugs, a smile dangling coyly on the edge of her lips.

Niall’s heart skips a whole beat at that.

But luckily, no one on the red couch seemed to have given it as much thought and they glide by the whole topic unsuspectingly.

“I mean, at one point you weren’t even typing words!” The host exclaims, still scrolling through tweets.

“No, you have to say it really fast, it’s… it’s a joke on the Irish accent, I was making fun of his accent,” Aahna admits, looking a little pink in the cheeks in embarrassment and nerves.

She then does an (in his opinion, piss poor) impression of his Irish accent.

Niall can’t help it though, his smile is still so wide, he’s at risk of his face splitting in half.

“You might as well have insulted potatoes,” Graham responds, rather aghast at her impersonation.

“Or Guinness, the Irishman is rather fond of his Guinness,” Ines chimes in.

The rest of the interview goes on with attention bouncing back and forth between the guests and before he notices it, the musical guest comes on and the credits are rolling. He does his best to pretend to be upset when she breezes into his apartment like it’s hers the next day (although to be honest, it’s all hers really; his apartment, his mind, his soul, his heart).

“That’s your best impersonation of me?” He tuts, faking being insulted so hard he wonders how he was ever employed as an actor.

She, in turn, does a very poor job of not smiling as she sets down boxes of takeaway in his kitchen, “Seeing as that was the dumbest I’ve ever looked on telly, I think it was pretty on.”

He grins, “You were great.”

“I can see why you need glasses,” she raises a brow at his direction.

Niall merely shakes his head at that. It’s a quarter past four and the gang should be at his place in about an hour because everyone unanimously decided that he needed to host a party to celebrate his script selling and the studio wanting him to direct and she’s doing the dishes because ‘only losers eat out of takeaway boxes at a party’ and he can’t stop staring.

She looks up and finds him sort of looking at her weird.

“What?”

You, he thinks, I’m looking at you. I’m always looking at you.

“You know this is probably what Sierra meant,” he points out, a little breathless over absolutely nothing, “About distractions.”

She links her hands behind his neck, feigning ignorance, “No idea what you mean.”

And then he’s kissing her against the overflowing sink and she’s laughing, and he thinks it tastes better than anything in his whole atmosphere.

And honestly, Niall is pretty sure he could live off of that feeling for the rest of his life.

@Harry_Styles

I don’t mean to alarm anyone but I think @itsAahna and @NiallOfficial are legitimately dating.

@AinsWills

BETRAYAL!! DECEPTION!! OUTRAGE!! @itsAahna @NiallOfficial

@LeeyumPain

Pics or it didn’t happen @Harry_Styles

@itsAahna

DELETE. NOW. @Harry_Styles

@Louis_Tomlinson

SSSADFGDSASDFGDSADFSF

@Louis_Tomlinson

#DROWNINGINDENIALL @itsAahna @NiallOfficial

@Louis_Tomlinson

#AAHNAANDNIALLERSITTINGONATREE @itsAahna @NiallOfficial

@itsAahna

Stop yelling or I s2g I’m coming over there and choking you @Louis_Tomlinson

@Louis_Tomlinson

Kinky. I take it @NiallOfficial likes it rough?

@NiallOfficial

@Louis_Tomlinson keep your kinks to yourself. yes this is me kinkshaming you

@itsAahna

There are children on the interwebs!! @Louis_Tomlinson @NiallOfficial

@Louis_Tomlinson

Kinkshaming is my kink @NiallOfficial 😉

@Louis_Tomlinson

Kids, kinkshaming is bad

@NiallOfficial

jokes on you kinkshaming kinkshames is my kink @Louis_Tomlinson

@AinsWills

Caaaaan we bring it back to the betrayal bit @NiallOfficial

@C_Davies

Yes. In case you’re all wondering, the @MaraudersMovie cast has a betting pool on @itsAahna and @NiallOfficial

@C_Davies

And I want my money back @Harry_Styles

@itsAahna

Et tu @C_Davies? Et tu??

@Harry_Styles

None of that 👆 was a ‘yes, we’re dating’ @C_Davies

@itsAahna  

I’m blocking all of yous. @Harry_Styles @Louis_Tomlinson @LeeyumPain @C_Davies @AinsWills

@NiallOfficial

Yes, we’re dating 🙃

@itsAahna

BLOCKEDDDD @NiallOfficial 😡😡😡

@zaynmalik retweeted @AinsWils

BETRAYAL!! DECEPTION!! OUTRAGE!! @itsAahna @NiallOfficial

@itsAahna  

Okay internet (and former friends) You win this one.

@Louis_Tomlinson

I want my tenner back @Harry_Styles

[kee-writestrashh]

Guns for Hire

Ramsay Bolton x Reader

ao3

Summary:  You are the wife to the Heir of the Red Kings, Ramsay Bolton. living the undercover life of a mob wife has its perks, and you love your husband. But you find out something that seems to unfold a series of unwanted events…

Chapter 53: Guns for Hire

"What are you doing out of bed?" Ramsay asked, watching you compare shirts from his spot in the bed, dropping his lighter rather loudly on the bedside table.

"I told you, I'm taking Jeyne to pick her dress and shit." You said, turning to face Ramsay.

He tutted and rolled over, away from you busying himself with his cigarette and ash tray.

"Stop being a brat, it's too early." You said, rather snappishly.

"Exactly, now get back in bed." Ramsay grunted, pulling the blankets further around him and yawning.

"Baby, I really don't have time." You said, glancing at the alarm clock.

"You will call me daddy, and you have all the time in the world. You're spending my money on this exploit, therefore I'm going to make you work for it. Now, get back in bed." Ramsay said, rolling back over to glare at you, smashing his half smoked cigarette into the ash tray.

"Yes, daddy." You said, dropping both shirts and throwing the covers aside to crawl in bed.

Before you could lay down completely, Ramsay unlatched your bra and pushed the straps off your shoulders. You let it fall away and tossed it aside, welcoming his warm touch as he ran his hands over you.

You relaxed into the bed, closing your eyes with a small grin as he ghosted his lips over your collar bone, moving slowly downward.

He rested his cheek on your breast, brushing his fingertips over your other breast, toying with your nipple until a hard peak formed.

You gave a shiver, warmth spreading between your legs, up your mid region; heart beating harder in your chest as he pushed off your breast to take it in his mouth.

You made a small noise, tangling one hand in his hair.

"Be gentle this morning, please." You hummed, as he slid his hand down your body.

"Nope." He smirked, biting down on your nipple and swirling his tongue firmly against you.

"If I begged you, would you?" You asked, breath hitching in your throat.

"Dunno. Try me." Was his muffled reply as he parted you with a finger.

"Please be gentle, daddy." You pouted through a small moan as he slid his fingers inside you.

"You don't deserve to get what you want for being out of bed before me." He purred, biting down harder on your nipple and curling his fingers inside you.

"That's not fair." You protested, definitely pouting now, pulling his hair.

He gave a pleased growl and you felt him smirk against your skin, "life isn't fair, baby girl."

"What do you want, daddy?" You asked, arching your back and pulling at his hair again.

"What are you going to give?" He smirked, pushing his fingers as far as they would go.

"Nothing." You said coolly, shifting slightly as he curled his fingers again.

"Nothing." He repeated, positively beaming as he pulled away from you to look you in the eye.

You did your best to maintain a stony gaze back; not wanting to lose this game, for the millionth time.

"What are you going to give me, baby girl?" He asked again, his trademark grin in place.

"I told you. Nothing." You said in the same coolness, a grin twitching the corner of your mouth.

"Oh, but you will give whatever I tell you to. Every," he whispered as he trailed a wet finger over your nipple, "part," he ran his fingers gently up your neck, "of you." He traced his finger over your lips. The touch so light it made your core boil.

But you weren't going to give in. You were going to make him give you what you wanted.

You pushed yourself up, grabbing his throat, "you will be gentle, Ramsay or you will get nothing." You growled, tightening your grip.

His eyes went wide and pupils blew in desire as he swallowed hard under your grip. He pushed into you further until his cheeks started to flush and he pressed his lips to yours.

"Hurt me." He panted with a small gasp as you let him go and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

"Then be gentle and I will give you whatever pain you want, baby boy." You purred with a breathy moan in his ear.

"Make me bleed." He murmured, lacing his fingers in yours.

"Is that what you want, daddy?" You asked, biting at his ear roughly.

"Yes, baby girl. Ruin these sheets." He moaned, gingerly climbing on top of you.

"Beg me." You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes.

"I don't beg." He replied, grabbing your hip as he drove rather painfully into you.

"Fuck, Ramsay!" You hissed, grabbing his hip and digging your nails into him.

He gave a small jerk, making a throaty noise and moving gently against you as you tightened your grip.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He grinned, pushing slowly again.

You closed your eyes with a grin, pushing your hips into his, clawing at his back with your other hand as he continued to make deep, slow gentle thrusts.

"Baby." You panted, feeling the warmth bubble and tingle as he held himself up with one shaky arm, sweeping his thumb along your clit with his other hand.

"Harder, doll." He growled, rubbing his thumb firmer into you.

You looked up at him, taking in his healing chest. You released his hip and clawed at the scabs, catching one under your nail, the blood bursting forth like a dam being burst. Slightly alarmed you glanced up at Ramsay as he hissed and pulled away from you.

"Baby. I am sorry." You said quickly, watching him closely as he ran his hand over his bloodied chest.

He narrowed his eyes at you, wiping his hand across the bed and climbing out of bed, pulling you with him.

You stood there, unsure. He turned you around, pushing you into the wall.

"Careful please. The baby." You breathed, chills erupting over your skin as your breasts came into contact with the cold wall.

"Shhh." He cooed grabbing your hips and pulling you back into him as he slid into you.

You pushed yourself back into him with a moan. He gripped your hip harder with one hand, running his other hand along your back as he thrust again.

You found a sloppy rhythm with him, pushing back into him as hard as you could until your knees went weak and your high boiled over. He grabbed your ass and thrust until he met his release with a wheeze. He rested his forehead between you shoulder blades with an amused huff.

"Maybe I smoke too much." He chuckled with a cough as he pulled away from you.

"Nah, I think those black lungs match that black soul." You grinned, turning to face him.

He smirked, pulling you in for a kiss.

"How much am I spending today?" He asked, pulling away from you and crossing to the bathroom.

"Uhm... a lot." You admitted.

"Round about estimate?" He asked, turning the shower on.

"I really couldn't tell you baby. Getting dresses, cake, paying off the venue, and catering. All that good shit."

"Good shit." He grumbled with a yawn, stepping in the shower.

"(Y/n), this is my mother." Jeyne beamed, as you approached them at the dress shop.

"Nice to meet you! So sorry im a bit late. Late start this morning." You said, slightly breathless as your son decided to kick rather aggressively into your side.

"No worries." Jeyne shrugged, looking positively excited.

You couldn't remember taking this long to pick out a dress, but then again... it was three years ago. A lot had happened since then. As Jeyne tried dresses and argued colors with her mother you sat there, flipping through a rack of dresses wondering if you could talk Ramsay into doing something on the 28th for your anniversary. But then you wondered if you would even be up to doing anything. It was like you were perpetually exhausted, even when you did nothing but sit or lay. Sleep was becoming a battle. You stifled a yawn, turning when your name was called to see Jeyne looking like a princess in her dress.

You beamed, "I think we have a winner."

"Really? What will Eli think?" She asked, turning around to glance at the very revealing back.

You snorted, "who gives a shit what he thinks. Your dress, my money. He can get over himself. Besides, I'm sure his get up will cost as much as this dress, if I know my husband. So let's up it." You snapped your fingers at a seamstress.

She was a squat, plump kindly looking woman.

"Yes ma'am?" She asked with a warm smile.

"The bodice there, along the cut. Get rid of those crystals and replace them with diamonds. I want diamonds in the veil too. And let's go diamonds along the hem of the train. I will leave size and clarity to you. Keep the budget at two hundred, and I want it done by next Monday." You said, walking around the dress.

"(Y/n), really, that's not necessary." Jeyne said quickly.

"It's no problem. I told you, I want y'alls day to be perfect. Diamonds and all. Besides, I have to one up my husband." You said dismissively.

The rest of shopping and paying expenses went pleasantly, and cake tasting went fantastic in your opinion. Or, maybe it was your son's opinion. Eh. Cake was picked and paid for anyways.

You found that you rather liked Jeyne. She was level headed, and had a wonderful sense of cynical humor. It was that humor that brought her and your brother together in the first place. She said they had met when he got to his first duty station. Same unit. Had given him a hard time his first morning in PT, and he pushed back. They had been close since, but she had been with someone else. Said Eli never pushed it or made her feel pressured into forming a relationship and respected her choice to remain friends. The ironic twist was that the night he had brought her along for dinner her boy friend had just dumped her. Eli offered to take her to dinner so she didn't have to sit alone in the barracks with a broken heart.

"Honeymoon." You said, glancing up from your lunch.

"Um, we haven't set a place or anything else yet." Jeyne said, giving an innocent shrug, "but you have already done so much for us."

You tutted, reminding you of your husband. "It's my baby brother and my soon to be new sister. No expense is too steep for me. Discuss it with E and get back to me."

xxx

After many days of exploration you finally had a rough idea of where you were going and how to get there, with the help of Kaden who had made it his job to discover every inch of this house.

You entered the dining room to find Ramsay and the Boys deep in a hushed conversation.

"Well?" Ramsay asked, giving a very unpleasant look at Ben, who seemed to radiate panic even though he was easily twice the size of Ramsay.

"Can't get through. We have multiple hackers trying to tear it down, but it's been five days and we have nothing." Ben said running his hand through his hair with a sigh. He looked strained and sleep deprived.

Ramsay closed his eyes, burying his face in his hands and making a very dangerous noise.

Alyn exchanged an uneasy look with Matt and Ben. All three men bracing themselves for a possible shit storm, flinching as Ramsay dropped his hands and rose from his chair.

"Okay, looks like we are going to just have to do it the old fashioned way." He said, an air of optimism very pronounced in his tone.

"Meaning?" Alyn asked slowly, looking apprehensive of the answer that was coming.

"We wait on them to show up." Ramsay nodded, lighting a cigarette.

"Who?" You found yourself asking.

All four men glanced at you as you stood in the doorway, hand still on the knob.

"Baby doll, please wait outside for me. I need to speak with the Boys, alone." Ramsay said patiently.

"Am I not a part of this?" You asked, crossing your arms and standing your ground. Quickly losing your nerve as Ramsay crossed the room in a few quick strides, grabbing your arm and pulling you from the room.

"Question me again and I will have your tongue, baby girl. You don't need a tongue to give birth." He hissed, grabbing your face.

You swallowed, dropping your eyes, "yes sir. I'm sorry."

"Do you need something?" He asked, releasing you.

You gave a small shrug, staring at the floor, "we need to get ready to go to the bar. Oly is setting up. We open in four hours. But I need to be there soon to help."

"I'll be up in a minute." He said, placing a quick kiss to your lips and slipping back through the door.

"I am so excited!" You cried, beaming at Ramsay as you situated the skirt of your dress, watching him fix his tie.

"How long until you're ready? You're already cutting it close to opening time, Mrs-I-Need-To-Be-There-Early-to-Help." He asked, now adjusting his cuffs and glancing at his tie.

"I'm ready whenever you are. So..." You said, wringing your hands in anticipation and rolling your eyes at his name calling.

"Then let's get the pony show on the road. Boys should already be there." Ramsay nodded, sliding his wallet and phone in his pockets.

He held your hand loosely in his as he led you through the house to the garage, taking time to examine each vehicle before settling on his favorite, the '57 Bel Air.

"So, you going to fill me in on what's been going on?" you asked, turning in your seat to watch him light a cigarette.

"What do you mean?" He asked, raising a brow at you.

"Well, I always manage to make it to a television as soon as the news ends. It's like a curse I have. I have no idea what you've told the world about your father or anything else." You shrugged, making him laugh.

"Sorry, doll. Been busy. Anyways, father had a heart attack and is residing upstate in a family home, relinquishing the business to me, as he isn't expected to make a full recovery to take care of such a demanding job. Rival company destroyed our warehouse and the stock there. Demolition starts next week so the new warehouse can go up. And that's about all there is to it." He nodded.

It was like being five, waking up on Christmas morning as you rushed in the backdoor of the bar. Here you were greeted by Olyvar, Tyene and the rest of the Snakes, the Boys,  your Sheep, Eli, and Jeyne.

Whit rushed you, hugging you tight, "We have something for you."

You pulled away from her as Jared held out your old rodeo hat. You took the hat and swallowed hard, beaming at your two best friends.

"I have just the place for it." You said, walking out of the back into the empty front of the bar. You climbed up on the counter and hung the hat off the large, metal 'U' above the bar shelf.

"Guns for hire... like the AC/DC song?" Jared asked, crossing his arms and examining the letters.

Ramsay held out his hand and helped you down, looking rather anxious as he watched your pregnant self attempt to climb down from the counter.

"Yeah. It was one of my favorites as a kid. And well... It kind of fits my lifestyle anymore."

"This is it then. Ready?" Olyvar said, grabbing your hand and leading you to the front doors.

Your breath caught slightly as you glimpsed the crowd already amassed, waiting on you to flip the Open sign light on. No amount of money could of made you more proud than to see these people waiting in excitement to get into a place you helped own and manage.

"On three?" Olyvar asked with a wide grin as he placed his hand on the door lock.

"One." You whispered, grabbing the chain of the neon sign.

"Two." Olyvar tittered.

"THREE!" You both shouted as you pulled the chain and he threw the doors open.

Even if you hadn't been an emotional pregnant woman you assumed the tears would have come anyways.

It was finally here. Your heart felt as though it could soar as you watched the bar crowd and your staff go above and beyond to fix everyone up.

Olyvar came over and hugged you tight. His face just as alight with happiness as yours. You glanced over the crowd, watching your husband and the Boys and Sheep throw back shots, setting up the poker table. The music, smoke, sound of breaking billiards balls, and chinking of glass carried on the air like something tangible and enlightening.

"Congratulations." Oberyn Martell said, standing beside you.

You turned to him and smiled brightly, "thank you. I'm grateful."

"I hope not to take from that gratefulness, but I need a few words with your husband." Oberyn said, resting his gaze on Matt who was entertaining your group.

"Of course. He's still in business mode anyways. And by the way... Take it easy on my dear Matthew, please. He's a sweetheart, and he really cares for Tyene." You said, following the man's gaze.

"I know, I know. Doesn't make it easy though. To see your babies grown and living their own lives." Oberyn said with a small sigh and sad smile.

"I hope to know that feeling some day." You said, placing your hand on your belly.

"No woman will ever be good enough for him in your eyes. Especially when you are born into money. Afraid the girl will use him to get a leg up and break his heart when she has a better hold in contacts. To have to hold your baby as they cry themselves to sleep over broken hearts..."Oberyn sighed deeply, watching his daughters laugh and cut up across the room.

A deep surge of gratitude for the man beside you sprung up from nowhere it seemed as you watched him give his children a genuine smile and left you standing there. Ramsay gave you a glance as he rose from the table to go speak with Oberyn. You gave a flashy smile and made your way to the table, taking Ramsay's empty seat.

"This place is amazing!" Sharon exclaimed, stopping at your chair and giving you a brief hug.

"Thank you! We put a lot of hard work into it. Sad Cassie and Mark couldn't be here." You beamed, glancing around again at all the happy faces. "Ty!" You called.

Tyene pulled away from Matt and walked over to you, "Yes ma'am?"

"Three full orders of nachos for the table." You said, feeling as though you hadn't eaten in days.

"Nachos. Gotcha." She smiled, disappearing into the crowd.

"So many people." Eli said, resting his hand on your shoulder, and pulling up a chair from the table over.

"We were popular before, but now that we have gone bigger we can lasso in more folks. Makes it a bit easier when you hold an influential lastname." You said, giving your brother a hug as he sat.

"Dad would love this place. It's like a perfect mix of home and sophistication." Eli laughed.

"You know me. Cocktail parties are boring. Need a little scruffiness to bring the fun in. Barn parties were a hell of a lot more fun than those snobby house parties." You nodded.

"I will drink to that." Jared said, draining his glass and pulling Whit towards the dance floor.

"Go tell the band to strike up some Garth Brooks or something." You said to a passing server, who nodded.

"Where's the husband?" Jeyne asked handing Eli a bottle of beer.

"Business." You said with a small shrug.  

"Ready?" Ramsay asked in your ear, as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing at your jaw as you leaned against the bar reminiscing with Whit, Jared, Chase, and Sharon. It was almost like being in high school again as you laughed and carried on with them.

You relaxed into him, "very much so. I'm exhausted. Let me just tell Oly we are headed out."

Ramsay released you, "I'll meet you at the car. You have five minutes."

You rolled your eyes, but gave him a fleeting kiss on the cheek as you wound your way through the crowd towards Olyvar, who was in the company of Loras Tyrell. It stunned you momentarily. Loras had cut his hair and looked much different somehow. You wondered if Ramsay had taken notice. He was more articulate with details than you. Maybe out of respect he said nothing to keep from ruining your day. Regardless if he had seen or not you didn't want to say anything. Not tonight anyways.

You pretended not to notice Loras as you hugged Olyvar.

"My pregnant ass is out of here. Tyene will help you close and Matt is staying to head security until you are safely in your car." You smiled.

"Yes Ma'am. I'll call you in the morning." Olyvar smiled back.

"Mm, just don't call too early." You warned with a wink.

"Psh, because when am I ever awake before two in the afternoon?" He laughed.

"Touche my dear." You grinned, "good night. Let me know if anything happens or you need anything."

xxx

"Now this is what Sunday's were made for." You yawned, handing Ramsay a bag of gummy bears and grabbing up your blanket as he flipped through TV channels.

You sat on the couch, curling up in a ball, resting your head on your husband's shoulder as your phone rang on the pillow beside you.

Tyene.

"Hello!" You said with a smile.

"(y/n) where are you?" she said frantically.

"Uhm, at home." You said slowly.

"Where is your husband?"  She practically shouted

"Beside me. Why? What's wrong?" you frowned, hitting speaker and holding your phone between you and Ramsay.

"Cops. They are on the way out there. Just caught wind. S.W.A.T. and everything. Coming to arrest Ramsay!"

"Why?" You asked, giving Ramsay a panicked look.

"Don't know. Please be careful."

There was brief silence as the Boys all exchanged uneasy looks.

"Well, you Boys know what to do. Get goin'!" Ramsay snapped, rising from his seat and leaving the room in a hurry.

"Rams!" You called after him, as the Boys scattered like ants.

You hurried after Ramsay, who did not slow down for you until you were both in the bedroom.

He pulled a shirt on and turned to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him.

"Listen to me. You are not obligated to tell anyone anything. As a matter of fact, do not speak to anyone until Ben gives you the okay. Keep a level head. Do not overreact. Do not fuck up. Do you understand me?"

You sniffed, shaking in worry, but nodded, not sure you could even say anything as fear blocked your throat.

"Listen to Ben. He will have everything under control. And do not worry. They have nothing on me. Ride with Ben to the station and we will get a plan together there. I love you, baby girl."  He said, taking your face in his hands and kissing you deeply.

"I love you too." You said, unsure how to process what was going on. "What if they search the house?" You asked, pulling away from him.

"They won't. I'm the prize today. But they will be back with a search warrant in a couple days. The place will be clean. Remember, father is sick and relaxing in his childhood home upstate, recovering from his heart attack. You are the Bolton in charge."

Tears blurred your vision, as he led you from the room to the foyer.

"How far out?" Ramsay asked as Ben came hurrying up to you both.

"Couple minutes." Ben said, sounding winded, clutching a stitch in his side.

"Everything in place?" Ramsay asked, giving your hand a squeeze.

Ben nodded.

"Good. Tell Matt and Alyn to keep their asses covered and to walk the line. Find a lawyer who we can put in our pocket. I don't care the price." Ramsay said, opening the front door and stepping out on to the porch.

You and Ben followed, watching the wide array of police vehicles show up in your front drive.

Ramsay turned to you with a small smirk. He placed a fleeting kiss to your lips, "Our blades are sharp."

"Our blades are sharp." You echoed, watching him walk slowly down the steps, hands raised in surrender and two officers rushed him, grabbing at him and slamming him into the hood of the nearest car.

Your brain was numb and jammed as you watched Ramsay being arrested, a cop stating his rights as the other cop shoved him in the back seat of the squad car. He gave you one last smirk and wink before the door was slammed.

A cop walked over to you, and you simply glared at him.

"I have nothing to say." You spat like venom as he opened his mouth.

"Ma'am, I just have a few..." the cop said, sounding a bit harassed.

"I said, I have nothing to say to you! You got what you were after! Now get off of my property!" You shouted, fists balling tightly.

The cop sighed, turned on his heel and walked away.

Ben stood beside you until all traces of police were gone.

"Why so many?" You finally asked, dropping your shoulders and brave face.

Ben dropped his shoulders as well, "I guess they expected him to hide or run." He then chuckled, "but, they don't know Rams. He's about to annoy the shit out of them. Be prepared to see him bloodied and bruised when we get there. If he baits them and they take it, it looks better for us. Police brutality and false imprisonment are big hot topics of controversy right now. Especially since he's already been arrested on false charges in the last six months, thanks to the Greyjoy dumbass. He will be okay. Have him out by tomorrow morning at the latest. I have a few calls to make and then I will take you down there."

You stood there, staring at the lawn as Ben turned and disappeared into the house.

You wanted to cry and scream, but you had to be brave. You had to wear a mask. Just like Ramsay. He was counting on you.

You weren't even sure on what grounds the cops had obtained an arrest warrant. But you were sure as hell going to find the fuck out. Someone was going to be dead because of this. You were going to see to that yourself.

[your-fave-is-bi]

Im thinking a lot abt the differences between my guardians and their ghosts and usually they're all fun and games until real shit happens and then i make myself sad

Like for Seyla and Luka its when Seyla just Will Not Stop. Stop fighting stop chasing the rush of a good kill stop getting too close for her own good. He revives her every time and sees the look in her eyes, how she can't stand being bested by anyone or anything, and he begs her to just take a moment and rest. Its the worst when its pre-freed traveler time, when Luka frankly doesnt know how often he can revive her, how long their Light will stay. He's scared. He's terrified. He doesn't know how to make Seyla get it, until he floats in front of her face and projects images of previous times Seyla died before he could revive her.

It clicks with her all at once how horrifying its been for Luka to watch this happen again and again and again. Watch her scream and yell and try to reload a gun faster than her foe, watch her fail to dodge a shot every single time. Luka's shivering bc he's never been this bold in disagreeing with Seyla, she knows he's scared and sad and she feels awful knowing she's at fault here. Transmats back to her ship in orbit and just strokes Luka's shell, playing with a little solar light bc that used to always cheer him up. Sings him lullabies till she herself eventually calms down enough and falls asleep.

Helios-33 didn't talk for a long time, and still doesn't talk as much as he used to before the attack on the Tower. It's easier to let Sparky do the talking, always has been and always will be. The worst days are when even Sparky's being quiet, when they're coming face to face witb hard decisions and even harder truths. Times are rough, and life isnt easy for a while. When the morale between the two is low, Helios will often try to lift their spirits again by holding Sparky up to eye level, and bending his head forward. It's almost instinctual that Sparky reacts by putting itself right against Helios' foreheadplate. Like a forehead fistbump. Things are rough, but as long as they got each other, they'll make it through anything.

The worst ones of these forehead ghost bumps was one where Helios was beat tf up after a rough fight. Im talking lost arm, barely attached leg, a very sizeable hole in Helios' torso and no forehead plate to bump against. He crawled his way up to a piece of wall, sat himself up straight and laid his head back to rest. He knew this was it, knew his ghost would revive him soon, but the waiting was always the hardest part. Sparky was rattling on and on about how he could go out and find help, attach his leg properly again, fix up the hole and and....stopped as Helios raised his hand, moving to beckon Sparky closer. With what little strenght he had left, he moved his head forward and waited. And Sparky bumped his head. He sighed and laid his head back again, Sparky practically attached to his face, and closed his eyes.

[onlylovekpop]

Holic | Im Jae Bum | One-Shot

jb (got7) + you (reader) word count: 2,896 warnings: yeah a curse word here and there, it’s a smut but there’s no intercourse just some good ole dry humping it’s hot when done right okay enjoy and don’t judge a/n: this is some shit i wrote it in like two hours don’t hate me for putting a fic out that is such low quality haha sometimes i just gotta write some random crap in between all the other crap to make myself feel good lol

The club was packed; nothing unusual. My best friend and I weren’t looking for trouble. It had been a long week and we simply wanted to cool down for a few hours.

Little did I know, that wouldn’t be the case.

Just as my companion and I clinked our glasses together at the bar and downed a mouthful to get the night underway, something caught her attention behind me.

“Isn’t that GOT7?” she asked curiously.

“Where?” I exclaimed under my breath, whipping around to do a quick scan of the crowd.

She pointed with drink in hand to a corner of rounded leather couches and sure enough, it took barely five seconds for me to recognize the four oldest members swigging drinks together and surveying the array of dancing girls.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable for them to be that pretty?” I quipped with a nervous chuckle.

She licked her lips before sipping her cocktail and murmured wistfully, “No, not at all.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Well, I think it’s good they get to go out and have a little fun. And no one is swarming them. I guess they haven’t been recognized.”

My best friend wiggled her eyebrows. “Look at that, you’re the only baby bird in the house.”

“Very funny,” I droned.

“Mm, I think they’re looking over here.”

Glancing over my shoulder, sure enough the boys quickly turned away, going on like they were having a very interesting conversation amongst each other.

“I have an idea,” I told my friend mischievously, approaching the bartender.

A few minutes later, the boys were surprised as they were handed a tray of shots. The bartender pointed in my direction and I lifted my glass in a toast, then returned to my best friend.

“Subtle,” she snickered with pride.

“It’s completely harmless to buy them shots,” I reminded, downing the rest of my drink. “They should enjoy the little freedom they get.”

“You bought enough for six people, darling,” my best friend countered.

“Did I?” I questioned coyly. “I must have miscounted.”

She laughed, then her expression changed. “Oh, you little brat, here they come.”

“It actually worked?” I squeaked, turning around to come face to face with Jackson and Mark.

“Hello, there,” greeted Jackson, already sporting a massive grin.

I smiled back and asked, “What can I do for you, boys?”

“That’s a lot of shots,” Mark replied, playing cool. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get us drunk.”

“Mm, buzzed would be more appropriate,” I retorted.

Jackson snorted a laugh and said, “Alright, well there’s two extras. Come and get yours.”

“On our way,” my companion announced, downing her drink and setting the glass on the bar.

I smirked with amusement and followed Jackson and Mark to the couches.

Jaebum reached down and grabbed two shots, handing one to me. In sync, the six of us downed the vodka and slammed the glasses loudly back on the table.

As Jaebum and I rose, our eyes met and we exchanged glances, as if we were sizing each other up. When I smiled, the spell was broken and he bashfully simpered back, bowing his head in a quick, polite manner.

“Would you ladies care to join us?” asked Jackson flirtatiously.

My eyes were still on Jaebum. He hadn’t taken his off of me.

My friend immediately plopped down at Jackson’s side, but I stayed next to Jaebum and answered, “I didn’t come here to sit.”

“Oh?” questioned Jaebum, almost in a whisper.

I smirked up at him and nodded.

Jaebum promptly turned to Jackson and spoke to him in rapid Korean. I looked to our makeshift translator and waited.

“He says he’s not very good at English.”

With a shrug, I said, “I can think of something we can do that doesn’t involve any talking.”

Mark and Jackson gawked at me with wide eyes.

I scoffed and corrected, “Um, dancing? What were you thinking?”

“Nothing,” Mark replied. “Nothing at all.”

“Yeah, okay,” I chortled, then held out my hand to Jaebum. “Dance with me?”

Jaebum turned to his friends, all of whom waved him forward dramatically. It seemed like a full time job trying to get him to loosen up. With a shy smile, Jaebum took my hand and let me lead him to the dance floor.

Finding an empty spot amid the hyperactive clubbers, I turned to face Jaebum and draped an arm over his shoulder, guiding him closer. For a moment, I thought he would be self-conscious or nervous, but he quickly held my waist and started swaying to the rhythm.

I focused on matching his movements, feeling myself drawn closer and closer to him as the song went on. He smelled so good; just the right amount of cologne blending with an inherent scent that was all him.

As I kept my hands on his arms and shoulders, I could feel his hard muscles flexing with every shift to the beat. When he overlapped his grasp around my waist, wrists settling at my lower back, I was pulled even nearer and our bodies finally touched. I hid my face beneath his jaw, breathing him in and hoping he didn’t hear how rapidly my heart was thumping.

“This okay?” Jaebum asked sweetly.

“Mm, yeah,” I replied, my breath ghosting over his neck. If I didn’t know any better, I would think I felt him shiver.

I pressed my breasts against his broad chest and set my fingertips to his shoulders. He sucked in a hard breath and his hips stuttered against mine. I could feel him tensing and it made me smile with arrogance.

“You okay?” I asked coyly, brushing my nose beneath his ear.

“Hm,” he hummed, nodding quickly.

“You smell really good,” I whispered, slowly dragging my nails down his spine.

Jaebum grunted ever so slightly and stammered, “You, too.”

“Thank you,” I sighed, picking up the speed of my hips as the song changed.

I lost sight of how long we had been dancing, but our bodies were pressed tightly against each other with no room for hesitation. His hands stayed possessively around my waist, though they occasionally drifted closer to my ass. I figured he probably wouldn’t risk grabbing a handful.

With my face still hidden at the base of his shoulder, I stared at the soft skin of his neck, resisting the urge to suck a bruise for him to sport for the next few days. My fingers trailed from his shoulders, down his back, to his hips, stroking his muscles with just enough pressure. Jaebum panted slightly, lowering his head until our cheeks brushed and I could feel his breath on my ear.

He whispered in his mother tongue and I closed my eyes, listening to his silky voice against my skin. God, I wanted so badly to press a wet, hot kiss on his neck.

Shifting, I altered our positions and inadvertently brought my thigh right against his crotch. And that was when I felt it.

Jaebum stiffened, realizing he’d been caught and was about to make a break for the hills when I grabbed his arms to keep him with me.

“Sorry,” he murmured, lowering his head to hide a blush across his cheeks.

Inching closer, I lifted my eyes from his chest to his face and whispered, “Do you want help with that?”

For someone who claimed his English wasn’t very good, my words snared his undivided attention in an instant. His gaze burned into mine and any sense of shame soared out the window.

“Yes,” Jaebum finally answered.

Smiling, I took his hand and pulled him at my side, striding through the crowd and to the array of curtains along the geometric walls. Okay, I may have once discovered this spot while hiding from a creeper and spent almost an hour playing on my phone while my best friend had her fun.

Pushing the ebony curtain aside, I pulled Jaebum with me into a small alcove. The hiding place was equipped with a bar for drinks, which led me to believe these little sanctuaries were scattered around the club.

After yanking the curtain back to its position, I turned and backed myself into Jaebum, smiling at the tiny grunt that fell from his lips. Rubbing my ass slowly into his crotch, I reached behind to grab his hips, seizing his jeans and urging him to get moving.

Jaebum rolled his body against mine, almost tentatively. I released his pants and flipped my hair to one side, pulling it out of the way while I bounced my ass along his obvious bulge.

With a hiss from his clenched jaws, I licked my lips with delight, knowing I was on the right track. Jaebum finally snatched my hips and began rutting himself into my behind, pushing me forward until I reached out and grabbed the small bar. Holding on to it, I used the leverage to throw my ass back against him.

To my surprise, Jaebum kicked at my feet and I reflexively spread my legs. He fit his hips closer into mine, driving back and forth for more friction until the quietest of moans left his mouth.

No matter how quiet it was, I heard it and it sparked a fire in me. The energy between us flared as if it were a physical force in our midst. With the way Jaebum was clinging to my waist and fixating his hips between my legs to move closer to my core, I was losing sight of my desire to please him and shifting to something more self-gratifying.

“H-harder,” I panted, bracing my hands on the bar for more tension. When he pushed his erection under my ass, there was nowhere for me to go but back against him.

Jaebum muttered a few words in his own language and the low, husky growl his voice had become made me purr with delight.

“Baby, harder,” I spoke a little more firmly this time and if he hadn’t understood my words before, he certainly read my tone now.

His hips snapped harshly into mine, forcing my thighs even farther apart. With the new, slightly faster pace, I became more and more distracted with my impending orgasm. My innermost walls were pulsing, desperate for something to clench on to, and as much I salivated at the thought of Jaebum’s hard cock inside me, I had enough of a conscience not to go that far with a stranger.

I could feel the bruises beginning to form under Jaebum’s fingers as he held my waist and rocked into me even faster. With his little pants and grunts, I knew he was getting close and I was surprised he lasted this long.

Just as I finished the thought, Jaebum brought his strong arms around my middle, crossing them tightly and bouncing against me. As I curved my back, doing everything I could to push him even farther, his forearms bumped into my breasts and he seemed to be reminded of their presence.

A hand grabbed my mound and squeezed, holding tightly as he drove erratically into me, getting closer and closer. I heard a few breathy words in Korean before he flexed his arms around my ribs so tightly it knocked the wind out of me. He moaned lowly and staggered into me, knocking my body forward as he shook through a rocky climax.

I grinned with satisfaction, gripping the bar for stability as he lowered to my back, his head crashing on my shoulder. Jaebum mumbled near my ear and I said nothing, letting him use me for equilibrium until he got his shit together.

A moment later, I felt his weight leave me and I finally stood upright, stretching my spine and turning around to face him. I smiled smugly at the blissful expression he was sporting and would have made a suggestive comment about how he needed to get pussy more often, but then I remembered his English skills.

Instead, I resorted to asking, “Better?”

Jaebum swallowed, nodded, and replied, “Uh, thank you?”

I snickered. “You’re welcome.”

He did a quick scan of me, looking down at my thighs before back to my face. “You,” he started, considering his words. “You did?”

Shaking my head, I waved him away and began, “It’s fine. I…”

Without a word, he reached forward, grabbing me none too gently and pulling me back into his arms. I opened my mouth to argue, but the moment he pushed his leg between my thighs, I groaned, “Oh, fuck.”

Jaebum tangled a hand in my hair and pressed me into the wall, crushing me with his body and keeping my head in his hold. Grasping his arms, my mouth gaped open as he rocked his thigh into my center, starting off at a leisurely pace.

“Mm,” I hummed as he buried his face in my neck and thrust his leg back and forth. I started grinding into it and my body turned desperate in a matter of seconds.

He whispered things in my ear, words I couldn’t recognize, but I knew by his tone they weren’t phrases he would ever say in public. My mind raced with the thought of us naked in bed, rolling around for hours and never getting enough.

My arousal soaked through my panties and was now making itself evident in my jeans. I listened to Jaebum’s heavy breathing and the occasional comment while I rode his thigh, my nails sinking into his muscly arms. Fortunately, they didn’t cut through his shirt, but not for lack of trying.

“Hngh, right there,” I panted when he angled his leg and landed squarely on my clit through my pants.

“Here?” Jaebum teased, raking his thigh back and forth, adding pressure where he knew it counted.

“Yes, right there,” I cried out, winching my eyes closed. “Please, don’t stop.”

Jaebum snickered against my jaw and his fingers in my hair tightened. “You’re beautiful,” he suddenly whispered, his nose brushing over my ear before skimming my flesh with his bared teeth.

“Fuck,” I barely managed to huff before I climaxed in his arms. As I threw my head back and shook uncontrollably, I felt him leaning even closer to me, crushing me against the wall until I was hopelessly pinned. His thigh bounced calmly into my clothed core while I shattered, covering my mouth to keep my moan at bay.

I finally stilled and collapsed on to him, my cheek colliding with the top of his shoulder. Jaebum chuckled darkly and held me securely in his arms as he waited patiently. I was relieved he returned the favor of giving me a chance to recover.

Lifting my head, I braced my hands on his chest and lilted back, meeting his gaze.

“Good?” he asked, smiling.

I nodded and quipped, “Thank you?”

“No problem.”

We both fell into a short fit of laughter, getting to our feet and smoothing out our clothes. I imagined he had a much bigger mess in his pants than I did in mine and the thought made my mouth water.

“Um, we should probably get back out there,” I suggested, raking my fingers through my disheveled hair.

“Hm?” he questioned.

“Right, English,” I muttered under my breath, racking my brain for what he would understand. “We should go now.”

“Now?” Jaebum repeated back to me.

My heart swelled at how disappointed he sounded.

But I didn’t care who he was. Technically, I had just met him. He wasn’t getting me out of this outfit.

“Yeah,” I told him, nodding and offering a smile.

To my relief, he returned it and held out his hand, teasing, “Ladies first.”

I rolled my eyes with a smirk and let him hold the curtain back for me to step out. He was only a pace behind me as we did the walk of shame across the club, returning to where the others were still chilling. My best friend was curled up against Jackson on the couch and looked like she was about to devour him whole.

“We were about to send out a search party,” joked Jackson, eyes on me with scrutiny.

Jaebum gave me one last smile before scurrying off to the bathroom.

“Enjoy your stay in America, boys,” I announced with a grin. “Land of the free. Home of the brave. All that jazz.”

“I love this country,” Mark sighed, eyes on the girl twerking in a miniskirt behind him.

Grabbing my friend, I pulled her with me to the main bar to spill the beans. As we sipped our new drinks, I told her everything that had happened and her eyes nearly burst out of her skull.

“You dry humped Jaebum!” she exclaimed.

“Finally, I can say I’ve literally jizzed my pants,” I quipped, snickering. For a moment, I stopped and wondered if there would be a SoundCloud song written about me in the near future. Needless to say, the thought made me smirk devilishly behind my glass.

My friend glanced past me, licking her lip and fighting a grin. “Don’t lose your shit,” she murmured. “But I think someone isn’t done with you just yet.”

Fingers tapped my shoulder and my body shivered with excitement, recognizing the touch and scent of the man behind me. Setting down my drink, I turned around and asked, “Yes?”

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[franruto]

sasuke + the mountain goats songs

if this read more doesnt work on mobile im so sorry

so i was thinking about how many tmg songs could be applied to sasuke and i decided to make a list. tmg has an absurd number of songs and im doing this just from my fave albuns + a quick check so this list very probably isnt even complete. also, some of these songs are more sns than just sasuke but o well. if u have suggestions to add lmk

- no children: this might be the most sasuke song ever made. im going to put just the last part here but please listen to the whole song

I am drowning, there is no sign of land You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand And I hope you die I hope we both die

- autoclave: i lov this one and all of it is sasuke too so listen to the whole thing

When I try to open up to you, I get completely lost Houses swallowed by the earth, windows thick with frost And I reach deep down within but the pathways twist and turn And there's no light anymore and nothing left to burn I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam And no emotion that's worth having could call my heart its home

- heel turn 2:

Get stomped like a snake Lie down in the dirt Cling to my convictions Even when I get hurt

(...)

Spend too much of my life Now trying to play fair Throw my better self overboard Shoot at him when he comes up for air Come unhinged Get revenge (...) Let all the trash rain down From way up in the rafters I’m walking out of here in one piece Don’t care what comes after Drive the wedge Torch the bridge

- game shows touch our lives: gives me sad sns feelings

Shadows crawled across the living room's length I held onto you with a desperate strength With everything With everything in me And I handed you a drink of the lovely little thing On which our survival depends People say friends don't destroy one another What do they know about friends? Thunderclouds forming, cream white moon Everything's going to be okay soon Maybe tomorrow Maybe the next day 

- oceanographer’s choice: this is one so fucking sad, it makes me think about sasuke trying to break his bond with naruto 

I don't know why it's gotten harder to keep myself away Thought I'd finally beat the feeling back, it all came back today And then we fell down and we locked arms, we knocked the dresser over as we rolled across the floor I don't mean it when I tell you that I don't love you anymore Look at that, would you look at that? The way the ceiling starts to swerve What will I do when I don't have you? When I finally get what I deserve

- up the wolves: i really like this one for sasuke & i love john darnielle’s comment on it too so i’m going to include it here. “Part of me wants to say look it's about revenge, but as soon as I say that... no, that's not quite it. Part of me wants to say it's about the satisfaction of not needing revenge... and I say no, thats some new age stuff. I think it's a song about the moment in your quest for revenge when you learn to embrace the futility of it. The moment when you know that the thing you want is ridiculous and pompous and a terrible thing to want anyway. The direction in which you're headed is not the direction in which you want to go, yet you're going to head that way a while longer anyway cause that's just the kind of person you are.”

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet No matter where you live There'll always be a few things, maybe several things That you're going to find really difficult to forgive

(...)

I'm going to get myself in fighting trim Scope out every angle of unfair advantage I'm going to bribe the officials, I'm going to kill all the judges It's going to take you people years to recover from all of the damage

- cry for judas: listen............

Some things you do just to see How bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'Til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean Long black night, morning frost I'm still here, but all is lost

(...)

Sad and angry, can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave

- outer scorpion squadron: ok this is darnielle’s comment on it again and he says it better than i could: “This is a song (...) for people like me, who have a strong indwelling evidently permanent urge to damage themselves or cut themselves off prior to some accomplishment or arrival at a place of comfort and happiness. I didn't succeed in my goal to not bum everyone out, but... In short, this is a song about trauma, and surviving it”.

If you really want to conjure up a ghost Cultivate a space for the things that hurt you most Rake the sands until they surface Bind their tiny eyes Stake out your position, let your armor fall Stay put 'till they find you, it won't take long at all Rake the sands until they surface Up they come, gone translucent They're coming up no matter what Fools rush in and the doors slam shut Ghosts of my childhood, stay with me, if you will Find a place where there's water, hold you under 'till you're still Rake the sands until they surface Don't let anybody call them ugly 

- the young thousands: ok this one makes me think of pre timeskip sasuke who continues to live in his parents house and also has a lot coming in his future

Boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo And the sunlight on the water sets a switch off in your brain The things that you've got coming will consume you There's someone waiting out there in an alley with a chain The ghosts that haunt your building are prepared to take on substance And the dull pain that you live with isn't getting any duller There's a closet full of almost-pristine videotape Documenting sordid little scenes in living color (...) The things that you've got coming will do things that you're afraid to There is someone waiting out there with a mouthful of surprises The ghosts that haunt your building have been learning how to breathe They scan the hallways nightly vainly searching for a sign

- hebrews 11:40: this is one of my faves tmg lyrics. think sasuke w/ orochimaru period

Bright candles in the manor Where the curse takes hold Bodies reassembling down where the worms crawl Make your own friends when the world's gone cold It gets dark and then I feel certain I am going to rise again If not by faith, then by the sword I'm going to be restored Build fires to keep the beacon flashing where the earth lies flat Blood calls to blood as the hours draw down, invent my own family if it comes to that Hold them close, hold them near Tell them no one's ever going to hurt them here

- deuteronomy 2:10: this one is esp relevant bc of The Last Uchiha stuff

Feel in my bones just what the future has in store

I pace in circles So the camera will see Look hard at my stripes There'll be no more after me

I have no fear of anyone I'm dumb and wild and free I am a flightless bird And there'll be no more after me

I sang all night The moon shone on me through the trees No brothers left And there'll be no more after me

- absolute lithops effect: i like to think of this one as sasuke healing

After one long season of waiting After one long season of wanting I am breaking open My insides are pink and raw And it hurts me when I move my jaw But I am taking tiny steps forward

After one blind season alone in here After one long, sweltering summer I'm going to find the exit And I will go to the house of a friend I know And I will let myself forget With a little water and a little bit of sunlight And a little bit of tender mercy, tender mercy

- rain in soho: i might just be indulging here because i listen to this song 10 times a day and its overall feel reminds me of sasuke

No promise sweeter than a blood pact Nothing harder to go through with than a vanishing act No morning colder than the first frost No friends closer than the ones we've lost Nothing sharper than a serpent's tooth Nothing harder than the gospel truth Though you repent and don sackcloth and try to make nice You can't cross the same river twice

(...)

No town more barren than our town No haven safer than the one they tore down No greater love than to lay my life down for a friend No sweeter pleasure than to see the credits clear through to the end

ok so this is the moment where i give up because holy shit. some honorable mentions that im too lazy to go into detail (keep in mind some of those have just like one line that reminds me sasuke): this year, the house that dripped blood, old college try, choked out (i SWEAR no double meaning intended), prowl great cain, magpie, heretic pride, all up the seething coast

@yondaiime hello im tagging u here 

[foxgirlpauldrons]

I don’t know what to name this story

it was for my creative writing final, and im proud of it, so here you go!

The wind blew hard that night. Passing through the locked windows, the hollow howl of the wind formed the illusion of ghosts, trying to make their way into the house. They were sitting in their room, staring at the ceiling, contemplating existence as the breeze of the brisk january air invaded the bedroom. As they sat up, they went to close their window, then sat on their bed and started to meditate. After hours of meditation, the silence in their room was cut off by the sound of a friendly feline that seems to visit their apartment a lot.

“Hey, little guy. What brings you here?” They asked. The cat walked onto their lap and fell asleep. Smiling, They start to pet them, “Aww, is it too cold outside?” They smile. The cat purrs. They run their fingers through the cat’s fur, “You’re so soft. I never told you that, did I?” They gush.

The cat stands up and sits on their desk, then looks at her.

“Little guy, I gotta meditate! You know how it is! I have no time for writing right now!” They tell them. The cat lays down on their laptop, then falls asleep.

As they look at their watch, they gasp then run to the bathroom, leaving their jewelry in the room on the desk. Getting in their uniform, they hear a knock on their door.

“Hello? You there, Jase?” Their co-worker meekly asks.

“I’m, ugh. I’m on my way! Just give me a second!” They scream to the door, “You should come in, man. Don’t be shy!”

He walks in, and Jase pokes their head out the bathroom door, “Just give me a sec, dude!” They say as they retreat back to the bathroom.

“Oh, I like what you did with the place.” He says as he sits down on the couch.

“Oh, yeah! I like it too. I felt like… I felt like it was high time that I got a change of scenery. Especially since the old-ugh-the old couch was falling apart.” Jase said, trying to get their binder on.

“You need help getting your binder on? It sounds like you’re having some trouble.” He said.

“N-no I… I got it!” Jase replied, “I’ve gotten this damn thing on every time without fail for the past 3 years, I think I could… I think I could… No actually I need your help.” Jase repeated.

He ran into the bathroom and helped Jase get their binder on, “Think it’s time to get a new one?” He joked.

“No, Nathan. I don’t think that it’s time for me to get a new binder.” Jase acknowledged, “Either way, we should hurry up.” Jase started to head out the door.

“What about your laptop? I know you can’t go anywhere without that.” Nathan pointed out. Jase stopped and ran back to the desk, where the little feline was sleeping before.

“Thanks, dude. I would of died without my laptop.” Jase wipes the fur off the laptop, stores the laptop in their bookbag, grabs their jewelry, puts it on then goes to the door.

As they went to the elevator, Nathan looks at what Jase is wearing, “So you decided to get new jewelry too?”

“Yeah. I felt like I needed a complete overhaul since it’s a new year and all. I bought all of these online for extra cheap, too.” Jase fiddles with their ring.

“What’s in that gem? It looks like some kind of magic!” Nathan stared in awe of the ring.

“It was tagged on this site as a ‘dragon breath’ ring, so I couldn’t resist.” Jase laughed.

Nathan looked at everything else Jase was wearing, “Jeez, I forgot how much you love dragons. It’s like you might as well of been one, you’re so obsessed with the things.” They both laugh.

After a long elevator ride, they walk out the front door of the apartment building, zipping up their jackets, “We should get going to work.” Jase said as they both start to walk a little bit faster.

~*~

Jase and Nathan open the door, the smell of burnt coffee fills their nostrils as a new worker is cleaning the morning menu under the moderation of their boss. The boss looks over and smiles.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite couple.” She smirked.

“For the last time, Jenice, we’re not a couple.” Nathan barked.

“Oh, calm down Nath, I’m just joking.”

“You know that he hates being called Nath.” Jase snarled.

Jenice laughed and walked off. Jase and Nathan both sigh and go to the lockers.

“Gods, I’m so sick and tired of that fucking woman. I can’t wait until she messes up.” Nathan growls. Jase puts their hand on Nathan’s shoulder.

“It’ll be alright. Even if she doesn’t mess up, we can always go to another place for work. Either way, we’re gonna be out of here in the next month.” Jase reassures.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” Nathan sighs.

As both of them put their belongings in their locker, they go out to work.

The day went normally. The usual people came in, worked on their projects, mingled, and left.

As they were packing up and cleaning, a new person came in. Taller in stature, a pastel orange dye in their hair, and a dark grey pea coat. They went up to the counter, looking around the quaint little restaurant on their way there.

“Oh, um, welcome! May I take your order?” Jase asked with a forced happy stature.

“Sorry, nothing for me today. I’m looking for your manager. Personal business.” Their voice was raspy, but too high for a male, and too low for a female. They seemed to slur their words, like they drank too much.

“Yeah, I’ll get her out here for you.” Jase responded as they went to the back, “Jenice! Someone’s here for you! Orange and brown hair, tall, gray coat.” They called.

No response.

“Come on, Jenice! I wanna go home!” Jase screamed.

Silence.

As Jase walked back out to the front, they looked towards the mysterious figure and smiled awkwardly, “She seems to not be here at the moment. Can you come back tomorrow?”

“No. I can’t.” The figure started to rummage in it’s coat, the shape of a knife pushing through the inner pocket of the coat.

“Hey, whoa whoa. You don’t need to get violent with me, dude. The chick isn’t here. I’ll check again for the sake of your sanity.” Jase steps back a bit, then runs into the back, “Jenice! Get your petite ass out here and talk to this person! They have a knife!” Jase says, running to her office.

“Who has a knife?!” Nathan runs out of the kitchen, still holding the broom.

“Some dude out in front. They want Jenice.”

“Oh gods. That’s the last thing we need. A maniac with a knife looking for that bitch.” Nathan says, fearfully.

“Have you seen Jenice, by the way?” Jase says, walking to her office with Nathan following behind close.

“I haven’t. I heard something crash in her office. But since she’s a klutz, I didn’t think much of it.” Nathan recalled.

“Shit, Nathan! She’s not here! What do we do?” Jase panics.

“We need to make sure the person doesn’t stab us. Get a kitchen knife and follow me.” Nathan leads.

As they walk to the front of the store, the person peers through the door as they walk through. The person clenches their knife harder as they look to them in a distressed way.

“Umm… She’s not… Here…” Jase said cautiously.

The person stabs the knife into the counter, “What do you mean?”

“We mean that she’s either booked it home or she’s been kidnapped. We can’t do shit to get her here, because she’s really stubborn.” Nathan asserts, walking closer to the counter, “And unless she is here, killing us won’t do shit for your case.”

The person takes the knife out of the countertop, and starts to snarl.

“What are you, some kind of animal? We already told you what we know, now beat it before we call the cops!” Nathan screamed. The person raises their arm to slice at Nathan, but Jase cuts his hand, making him drop his knife.

“You heard the man. Beat it!” Jase growled back at the person.

The person looked to the ceiling, hearing the sound of footsteps on the roof. And just like that, they flew out through the ceiling, leaving us in shock.

The next morning, we were fired for wrecking the shop and attacking a man. They didn’t believe a single word we said, because the video cameras were cut out.

“And that’s the story of how we were the bystanders to some hero’s tale while also getting fired in the process!” Jase said.

“Man, you gotta stop smokin that shit. It makes you loopy.” One of Jase’s friends says. They sigh and stand up, running their hand through their hair.

“You don’t believe a word I say, don’t you?” Jase protests.

~*~ END