#cuz guess what. sometimes people just don’t invite you it’s not a slight

[paterday]

Drama in the friend group cuz we didn’t invite two people (one who at the time of planning didn’t have ID and the other is under 18) to go to a bar with us and now they’re super pissed off but like. King. Kings. We can do things with only some parts of the group. That’s allowed.

[byulsgrease]

if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

[callemreine]

Brave face, talk so lightly(hide the truth)

'All my life, I've just wanted to make things easier for them.'

Au August

Day/Prompt: Day 26 - Soulmate

Ship: Prinxiety, brief logicality, creativitwins

Word count: 3k (I'm so sorry I got carried away)

Cw: swearing / brief murder mention / implied death / crying / nightmares(?) / anxiety mention / caps / claustrophobia(?)

A/N: the prompt is your dreams are your soulmate's memories. The title is from the song "Sick of losing soulmates" by dodie. I wrote the first 1/4 of this a few days ago and the rest in one sitting and I couldn't care less about proofreading it so Im so sorry if there are any mistakes ;-;

@tsshipmonth2020

I see a girl in the distance. She has her back turned. Long chocolate-colored hair tied in a low messy bun. My hand is reaching out to her. I feel this sudden longing to be held by this woman. Craving her caring and loving words. Telling me that everything is going to be alright.

Wait. Why is she getting farther away?

She looks back at me with a sad smile. Everything gets dark. I let my eyes stray from her to look around. When was I in a hospital corridor?

"I'm sorry, Pumpkin. You're gonna have to continue our adventure without me. But, fear not, Little one. I'll always be there by you. You just gotta learn to know where I am,"

She caresses my cheek, giving me the warmest smile I have ever received.

She's gone, suddenly. I touch my cheek, still feeling the ghost of her warm touch. Along with… something wet? Am- Am I crying?

"Roman!"

I don't move. I feel stuck. But, also free, somehow. Just unsure of what to do, I guess?

"Roman! Wake up. You idiot!

"Roman!

"Oh, thank all things unholy! I thought someone was in our room, trying to murder us! You were crying, and- and whispering stuff! And it's creeping me the fuck out! And I'm not easily creeped out, you know that" Remus exclaimed as he sat on Roman's chest, grabbing his twin’s shoulders.

"Man, you're soulmate must have some twisted memories," He continued, getting off of Roman and returning to his own bed across the room.

'Yeah. Twisted…' Roman thought.

~*~*~

"You okay there, Sweetie?" Roman heard from where his head was buried on the kitchen counter. "Yeah... Just thinking about my soulmate again," he admitted.

"Another bad dream?" His mom inquired as she sat next to Roman, patting his back. "It's not just that. It's about the move. Like, we're never really sure which of our memories they see, right? But, they've seen all my memories from this place. Like, they know where I've been my entire life…" he trailed off.

"I'm just not sure how they would feel seeing a whole new different place… They don't seem to be in a place to experience a big change right now. All my life, I've just wanted to make things easier for them. And, yeah, my dreams don't really change that much. But, I make an effort, y'know?" Roman looked up at his mom to seek at least some kind of reassurance.

"I understand what you mean, and I think that what you're doing is great. And I know that you're gonna be the bestest thing that's ever gonna happen to them. But, I'm really sorry. We don't really have any choice with this move. I know your soulmate is in a dark place right now, but you can't always do everything for them. You're also your own person," His mom hugged him.

Roman felt like he was hopeless in this situation. And, he was always hoping for the best. For his soulmate or otherwise. Maybe his mom was right about putting himself first sometimes.

~*~*~

Virgil was in his first period when someone he didn't expect to walk into his classroom… walks into his classroom… They were wearing an army green shirt, a denim jacket with neon green highlights and spikes at the bottom, ripped jeans, and platform boots with more spikes and vulgar words written on them. To say that this man was familiar was an understatement. He KNEW this man's entire life THROUGH his dreams.

Virgil felt like he was trespassing someone's life. Like, he wasn't supposed to know the man. And that, they shouldn't be in any way related. Especially to their sibling.

He wasn't really ecstatic about meeting his soulmate. IN SCHOOL NO LESS. It wasn't really an ideal 'meet-your-soulmate' place for someone like Virgil.

"Alright, students, I'm sure you've all noticed that we have a new student right here. Now, why don't you go and introduce yourself, Mister," their teacher said to the denim jacket guy.

"Umm. Sup? I'm Remus Duke Kingsley. Nice to meet you all. And, if you see a guy that looks like me but without the mustache and wears red all the time, he’s always loud, you can’t miss him. That's my twin brother, Roman. The boring one," Remus says, yawning by the end of his introduction.

'HOLY FUCK, TWINS?!' Virgil thought. Fortunately(or unfortunately, depending on which part of Virgil's brain you're asking), Remus already gave him a vague description of who to look out for.

~*~*~

Virgil continues his day and falls into his daily routine, which mostly includes attempting to avoid being perceived by anyone. It usually succeeds if you exclude his friend, Patton, from ‘anyone.’ He only hopes that his soulmate also sees Patton in their dreams cuz, to be honest, Patton is the ray of sunshine everyone needs. Yeah, he was also friends with Logan, but he’s more like a moon if you ask him.

Virgil goes into the cafeteria and sits at their usual table, his back facing the entire cafeteria. He takes out a paper bag from his bag and grabs the sandwich he bought earlier, not waiting for his friends.

A few moments pass before Logan and Patton reach his table. “Hey, kiddo! You alright?” Patton says as he sits down. Virgil just gives them a nod and continues to eat. “I heard this morning that there were new students,” Logan inquires before Patton interrupts “Oh yeah! They’re twins! I have first period with one of them. He’s really nice. Oh! Hey! Roman! Over here!” Patton shouts and waves his arm toward a student that just entered the cafeteria. “Hope you guys don’t mind that I invited him over to sit with us,” He continues and flashes both Virgil and Logan a smile no one could say no to.

“Hey, Patton.” The guy says to Patton. “Hope you guys don’t mind me crashing your table. I’m Roman by the way,” Roman says to the other two. “Pleasure to meet you, Roman. I’m Logan. And, no, we wouldn’t mind at all,” Logan answered him back. Roman looked over to Virgil who just nodded and said his name. Roman then proceeded to sit next to Virgil but not paying him any mind.

And, though Virgil seemed to be calm about the situation, his mind is currently in flames having his anxiety and his gay panic fight over each other. Virgil is currently waiting for who would win, that's why he seems so calm on the outside. After finishing his sandwich, he was trying to think of something he could do to keep himself from leaving and be noticed. He looked over to Logan, attentively listening to Patton talking about the dog he saw this morning. Roman was silently eating his lunch, also listening to Patton, but looking around the cafeteria every once in a while.

It seems that Virgil’s anxiety won the fight because he decided that he doesn’t want to stick around with his friends and his apparent soulmate without doing anything. So, he stands up and excuses himself from the group. "Hey! Wait!" Roman calls after him. Virgil stops a few feet from the table to look back at Roman who was already jogging towards him.

"Virgil, right?" He assures.

Virgil nods. "Ok, there’s just something I wanna ask you. Are those two soulmates?" Roman throws his thumb back, pointing at the two left at the table. "Cuz, as much as how adorable they look together, I kinda don't want to be stuck as a third wheel," he continues.

"Oh. Yeah, those two are soulmates. Sometimes, I wonder if they ever do notice me every time I leave the table," Virgil elaborates, looking back at his friends with a slight smile.

"Umm. Class doesn't start for a few more minutes. I was wondering if I could join you for a while? Wherever you were going…" Roman trailed off, realizing he didn't know where the shorter male was headed.

"Uhh. Yeah, sure. I was just headed to the courtyard to pass the time,"

'Shit. Virgil, why are you doing this?! Why did you agree?! You have anxiety!' Virgil mentally scolded himself.

"Ok. Cool. I'll just go get my stuff," Roman flashed Virgil a smile before heading back to the table.

'Fuck. I am so screwed,' Virgil thought.

~*~*~

"So, what's the deal with those two? I mean, how did they deal with the soulmates thing?" Roman finally spoke a few moments after they found a bench to settle on. "Uhh, well. Logan is my childhood friend and the first day we started high school here, they both had a dream of roll call the other had that day, I guess? They both heard each other's name and boom. You got your glasses gays," Virgil discussed, reminiscing the events that happened that day.

Roman let out a chuckle at Virgil's last words, causing the other's heart to skip a beat. They remain silent for a while, watching the other students passing by.

"What about you?" Roman spoke up.

"What about me?" Virgil glances back.

"I mean, what about you? Have you met your soulmate? Do you know who they are? You just seem like an interesting individual to me, having to stick around knowing you're third-wheeling all the time yet valuing your time with them and your time with yourself all the same. Well, either that or I'm just embarrassed that I think you're uncomfortable with me here…" Roman rambled, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

Virgil chuckled, "Nah. I just get anxious when meeting new people. Plus, I think you're a pretty nice guy." They smiled at each other, Virgil feeling his face heat up, and looks away immediately. "And, about the soulmate thing. I think I have a clue of who they might be, I just…" he trailed off.

"What's holding you back?" Roman muttered, lowering his head, attempting to catch the other's eye. "I… I just think that my memories aren't that… for them. They're just this amazing and joyful person… I just don't think they deserve to see my bland memories every night,"

The pair fell silent, Roman feeling sympathy for the other. Virgil felt Roman shift in his seat before speaking up, "I don't think anyone's memories are ever bland."

Virgil looks up at Roman who has a far-off look with a slight smile on his lips. "I think that our dreams are what shows us what we're missing in life. What our soulmate has that we need and what we have that they need. You know, what makes you both feel complete when you're with each other," Roman smiled.

Virgil pondered on the other's statement for a while. "Is that... Is that how you feel when you're with your soulmate?" He said, being careful with his words. Roman sighed but remained smiling, "I haven't met them yet. But, what you said earlier reminded me of them. I always think they're a little different. My moms said that dreams are supposed to show my soulmate's memories. But, no one is ever sure which ones we see. Well, my dreams always have one thing in common… There's darkness every time…" Roman trailed off, looking more sad as he continued.

"Sometimes, they walk out of their house and, suddenly, everything goes dark and I see pairs of eyes staring at me as I walk. Or sometimes, they lie in bed and, suddenly, it's dark again and I'm stuck inside a box too small for me. But, there’s always this one dream that always repeats itself. Though, I'm not sure my soulmate's gonna be comfortable with me sharing," Roman finally snaps out of his trance and looks up at Virgil, looking embarrassed.

At this point, Virgil is now entirely sure that the person in front of him is his soulmate. He feels tears cloud his eyes so he looks away to play off wiping them away before looking back at Roman with pity in his expression. This is exactly what Virgil was afraid of, having his soulmate also experience the darkness that clouds him every day he wakes up.

"Wow… They- I- I don't know what to say… What are you gonna do when you meet them?" Virgil glances at Roman, pity still in his eyes. Roman let out a sigh but smiled, "I'm gonna give them the biggest hug they've ever received and reassure them that I'm always gonna be with them and that they'll never have to feel alone all the time ever again." Roman looked at Virgil with a smile. But, before he could notice the tear that fell from the other's eye, a loud shrill of their school bell rang throughout the courtyard, signaling the start of their next class.

"Talk about first impressions," Roman said with a chuckle, standing up. "Well, see you around, Virgil. I got a few more 'Hi, I'm Roman' to do," he continued, leaving Virgil on the bench.

~*~*~

I hear my converse squeak as I walk through the hallway. There are people around me, but they're all just silhouettes of the same familiar darkness. I'm walking to what seems to be the cafeteria. I sit down and grab my lunch from my bag. A few minutes pass, two figures sit in front of me. There's something familiar about them despite being two black silhouettes.

"Hey, kiddo! You alright?"

Patton?

"I heard there were new students," Logan?

Wait. Am I…

"Oh yeah! They're twins!"

Oh.

"I have first period with one of them. He's really nice. Oh! Hey! Roman! Over here!"

Before I could look over to… me…

Darkness. Again.

I hear muffled voices. Too muffled to be recognized.

I stay in darkness for what felt like hours before I get surrounded by light.

Too bright.

There's a silhouette in front of me. It doesn't have any facial features but I can feel it stare at me. Slowly, the light around me doesn't feel too bright anymore. It feels… warm and comforting. Similar to the feeling I have in my chest, along with a squeezing feeling. I feel tears cloud my eyes, but I feel happy, somehow?

I feel someone embrace me. I look up to see the silhouette. Its arms around me, like it's protecting me. I feel secure. I feel loved.

I hug back, breaking down in its arms.

"You don't have to be alone anymore"

I hear my own voice. I break down sobbing, seeking more of the silhouette's warmth.

I stopped sobbing after a while but remained in the silhouette's arms for what felt like hours.

"You gotta wake him up!" I heard a distant voice say in a hushed tone.

"No, he hasn't slept like this since who knows when… Something must've happened yesterday..."

I feel myself slowly drifting from where I was standing.

"We can just tell the school he's sick"

"On the second day?"

I feel someone caress my cheek.

"You can stay too if you want"

"Hey, sweetie," Roman opens his eyes to his mom in front of him.

"What's going on? Why are you all in our room?" Roman asks as he sits up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He eyes Remus standing in front of their mama. Their mom is sitting on the edge of Roman's bed, facing him.

"Well, sweetie. You see, you just had a full night's sleep," their mom explained.

"You looked so peaceful too," their mama added with a smile. Roman stopped to let the events of his dream last night come back to him.

"Roman, is everything ok?" Their mama walked over to him, tucking a few strands of his hair behind his ear. "Yeah… Yeah, I'm okay!" He flashed a smile to his moms, meaning what he said.

~*~*~

Roman hadn't been able to sit still ever since he got to school. 'Late', he should add. Apparently, he overslept while Remus and their moms decide whether to wake him up or not.

When they got to school in the middle of first period, they were excused because their moms were there to explain. With a slightly bent truth, of course.

Roman had to wait three(and a half) classes to talk to Virgil. They didn't have any classes together, to which Roman was bummed to find out. When the bell rang, signaling their lunch break, Roman hurriedly headed to the cafeteria. When he got there, he spotted Virgil just about to sit down at their usual table.

"Uhh. Virgil? Can I talk to you for a sec?" Roman felt awkward, to say the least.

"Uhm. Sure," Virgil replied, standing up. Roman led them under a tree in the courtyard, away from other students. They stayed silent for a while before Virgil spoke up, "So… what'd you wanted to talk about?"

Roman just stared at Virgil for a few moments, examining him, before enveloping him in a tight hug. Virgil stood frozen for a while, surprised at the gesture. He slowly placed his hands on Roman's back, still confused at the sudden affection.

"You're not alone anymore, Pumpkin," Roman said in a gentle voice, cradling the other's head. Virgil froze when he heard the nickname. His expression then softens and hugs Roman tighter, burying his face on the taller male’s shoulder.

"How did you find out?" Roman heard, slightly muffled by his jacket. "Had a dream about yesterday," Roman simply stated, not elaborating more. "What about you? You said you had a clue. Oh! That rhymed,"

They both laughed.

"I have first period with Remus and I recognized him right away," Virgil replied, his face still buried on Roman's shoulder. "Oh, I'm so sorry you have to deal with him," Roman chuckled.

"No, I'm sorry you had to deal with him your entire life,"

"Well, we're not alone anymore now, are we? Roman asked with a serious tone. Virgil parted a few inches from Roman, still holding on to him. He smiled as he looked up at Roman, "No, we're not."

This might be the last one I'll do for AU august but I'm also deciding if I should go back to the prompts I missed when I was sick hmm

I wish I included Remus more in this but it was already 3k words and thats the longest I've ever written so maybe its for the best XD

[agoracactus]

Pt4.5 - the village of Blatta

this is a short (hopefully) story happened before you met Jaskier.

cuz i forgot to write this segment. and cuz im too busy to finish my long chapters in a week, and didnt wanna keep ppl waiting, if theres ppl waiting (hopefully lmao)

Pt.1  Pt.2  Pt.3  Pt.4

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x reader

Word Count: 1931

Warnings: lack of proofread, language, blood, death

Summary: im giving up on this part completely, names and summary, my two nemesis

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You sat at the edge of the bed, staring at your feet, having a silent debation inside your head.

“You’re up?” Geralt pushed open the door, saw you sitting at the bed, “Good, it’s getting late, we should keep moving.” “Oh, ok.” you nodded, stood up to grab your bag.

You came across this nice little village last night, and everyone was surprisingly friendly and welcoming. People invited you to their house and share food with you. Some even offered you their beds so you can have a good rest. To be honest the hospitality scared you a little, you were used to people being mean for you’re traveling with a witcher.

Walking out of this shabby wooden house, the sun was warm and bright. Couple of folks greeted you with a smile. The village looked busy, people were walking around preparing for something looked like an event, excitement floating in the air. You returned the greetings, feeling flattered.

“Oh! You are leaving?” a woman was holding a basket full of dead chicken under her arm, blood seeped through the woven basket and dripped to the ground. “What a pity! The festival is around the corner, you should stay! We love having guests! There’s going to be a feast!” You sneaked a glance towards Geralt, he seemed to have no interest at all in this feast, “Thank you for the kind offer, but we need to go now.” you tried to be as polite as you can. Not every day you get to meet someone who’s nice to you.

“Hey, um, maybe we should consider staying for a few more days?” you suggested, watching Geralt handed out an apple to Roach. “No, we need to head south, that’s what the contract said.” “Yeahhh but, it’s a feast! Feast means food!” you tried to persuade him, “We could use some free food! People here are nice- How many times did you actually receive a warm welcoming from others?” “You can stay all you want, I have a job to do.” he gave you a stern look.

You bit your lower lip, looked back over your shoulder at the small village.

“You know what, maybe I should.” you finally made your decision, “I’m staying.” Geralt stopped to look at you, didn’t understand what you were up to this time. “I’ve been thinking about this for, quite a while now... Now that we came across a lovely place, people here are friendly and welcoming... Maybe it’s time that we part ways.”

He didn’t reply.

You couldn’t tell how he felt about this.

“Don’t get me wrong, I really like traveling with you... It was fun, the adventures... And you were nice to me... But I feel like you’d rather travel alone- I mean, I get it, I’m just a weak-ass human girl, who is better stay behind when you hunt instead of getting in your way... And sometimes I get you- us- into trouble-” you realized you started babbling, so you stopped to take a breath in. “What I’m trying to say is, you are such a nice person that you probably don’t even notice that I’m just taking advantage of you... And I don’t want that. So I’m breaking this little group up. For our best interests.”

“Very well.” he untied Roach’s rein. “...That’s it?” you frowned, “You’re not gonna say something?” “I said ‘very well’.” “...” you rolled your eyes behind his back, “...Well, I guess that’s it then?” “Mmm.” Geralt hopped onto Roach. “It was nice meeting you, witcher.” “You too.” he nodded his head. “Take care, ok?” “Farewell, y/n.”

§

“Have some soup sir, it shall warm you up.” the merchant handed the witcher a wooden bowl. The witcher thanked him. Everything was quiet except for the slight crackling from the fire.

“Where are you from?” “Sodden, sir.” “You’re going north?” “Kovir, got some business to do there.” “Still got a long way then? There’s a small village on the way to replenish if you follow along this way.” “Small village? The village of Blatta? No sir! No one should ever go anywhere near that place, especially during this time of the year.” “Why?” “Those who travel frequently on this path all know the village of Blatta. It’s the village of worshipers of the Dark Lord. They hold a grand festival in name of their vicious god every year around this season, using the blood of their livestock to attract monsters, making sacrifices of children and young women and any outsiders who happened to come across their way and call that a ‘cleanse’- Where are you going sir? It’s not safe to travel in these woods at night- Sir!”

§

He was late when he arrived at the village.

There was no light in any of the houses, all the doors and shutters were closed. The pungent smell of blood was drowning him. Several dark shadows were squatting around, he could hear the sound of munching, slurping and the nasty noise coming from their throat. He took out a small tube, uncork it with his teeth, drank it all up and jumped off of Roach. He took a few steps forward with the momentum, took out his sword and carefully approached.

The faint light from the moon was not a problem to his witcher eyes, he slowly walked closer to the necrophages, formed a sign with his fingers. Flame bursted out from his hand. The monsters screamed and ran away into the woods.

The witcher looked down. All the bodies had their wrists and ankles tied up, dried animal blood mixed with their own congealed in their hair. It seemed like the villagers poured the blood of their livestock onto these poor lives and left them here to be devoured by the necrophages.

To his relief, he didn’t see anyone resembling your feature.

He heard something inside the house. He turned and saw pairs of eyes peeking through the crack of the shutters. The witcher felt anger quietly rising within him. He held tight to his sword, picked up his pace to follow the trace of the monsters into the forest.

§

You were hurt, you couldn't tell where exactly you were hurt due to the burning sensation spreading across your torso. But you didn’t dare to slow down.

You tripped against a rock and fell hard to the ground. The pistol in your hand almost misfired with your finger held tight against it. You tried to get up, but your limbs were weak from the pain.

All you could hear was your heartbeat and heavy panting.

You thought you lost them. The monsters. But you couldn’t lose the sight of the screaming children. You shook your head to get rid of the image before it brought up more traumatizing memory, and struggled to get up.

You knew you were lost in this forest, every direction looked the same, and the dim light of the crescent moon was not helping. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, felt the moisture there which you couldn’t tell if its sweat or blood. You took a few deep breaths to steady your heart and picked a random direction, quietly walked towards that way, praying to whoever’s out there this is not the way back to that horrific village.

§

The witcher was panting heavily. Standing in the middle of a pit which was full of the bodies of the creatures he just slew, on a bed of human bones and pieces of cloths. The stench of rotten flesh and the necrophage was piercing through his nose to his brain, but he didn’t move. He just stood there, eyes glancing around frantically around the once-monster-nest.

There was a snap of the twig behind him, sounded like thunder in this deadly silent woods. He turned around sharply, wielding his sword, ready to strike out.

You were at the edge of the pit, eyes wide, face pale as a sheet. He saw cuts above your eyebrow and on your arms and legs, and smelled dirt mixed with blood and sweat.

“Oh my god...” you said under your breath, staring at him. He realized what he looked like now, under the influence of his potion. He instinctively turned his face away.

“Geralt...” you jumped down the pit, ran to him with effort, and threw your arms around him. Geralt stiffened. “Are you hurt?” you quickly released him, pulled back to look at his face, then gave a quick scan down his body--- but you couldn’t tell with the limited moonlight, so your eyes shot right back at his face, “Geralt?” “...No.” he stared right back at you, and didn’t see what he was expecting in your eyes.

“...I’m so glad I found you...” you hugged him again. He now realized you were trembling. He put his hand on your back, “You’re safe now.” You nodded against his leather armor, didn’t care it smelled like shit.

You released him once more, “Let’s get out of this hell hole shall we?” trying to make a joke, but failed with your now shaking, choked voice. He nodded, sheathing his sword, “Maybe next time find a better village?” You let out a nervous laugh, took his forearm to climbed out of the pit.

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Comfort Food

ASK by @givemehoroscopes​:  hey hello hi could I request a tae scenario where it's yoongi's birthday the boys throw a big party and as being close friends with them Y/N is invited. And theeen, she gets very drunk because she has realised that she has feelings for tae and can't cope with it normally;) and then tae is being very soft like his usual self and takes care of her, and Y/N confesses to him and then can't remember anything in the morning THANK YOU I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY <3

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader (ft. bff Jungkook)

Genre: fratboy!bts

Length: 6.3K

Authors Note (Admin Taenox): READ ON COMPUTER, LOOKS WEIRD ON PHONES !! I’m sorry it took so long and I hope you like it <3 ALSO: This might look weird on my phone since I’m formatting on my laptop. And my writing style can be confusing so in case you don’t know: italics mean internal thoughts of whoever’s POV the scene is in. Quotations is normal speaking.

“What did you just say to me?”

“Cancel all of your plans and be at the frat house by 8.”

“I swear to god, Kim Taehyung, if you think I’m going to spend my birthday throwing up in a toilet, you’re wrong.”

“Come on, hyung. You know you enjoy every second of it. You’re always a grouch about it before, but when you show up, you’re the life of the party.”

“No. I hate those parties.”

“Tell that to all the girls you grind on when you’re drunk.”

“Fuck you, Kim Taehyung.”

“I’m good, but I’m sure the girls would take the offer.”

Hoseok stepped in.

“Hobi, save me from this madman.”

“Yeah, dumbass, he clearly isn’t being convinced,” chimed in Jimin.

Jin whacked Jimin with his sleeve. “Don’t call Tae a dumbass, dumbass.”

“Okay, I have to step in as the leader here and clear things up,” said Namjoon. “Tae is, in fact, sometimes, occasionally, a dumbass.”

Jin whacked Namjoon with his sleeve. “Then you’re a dumbass too. Leader, pshh. I’m the oldest one here, You all better listen to me or else…”

“You’ll beat us up?” added in Jungkook, while flexing.

“Don’t get cocky on me. I can still beat you in a fight.”

“Hey Yoongi hyung,” said Jimin softly. “I think you’re really cool and smart and amazing and-”

“You damn well KNOW you enjoy those parties too,” repeated Taehyung.

“We even invite the girls.”

“OKAY. EVERYONE SHUT UP. I’ll go! You better bring me a trillion gifts and a lot of alcohol.”

Yoongi looked up at the other six. A small surprised moment of silence ensued.

Then madness.

“YES!” “FINALLY!” “OH MY GOODNESS, IT IS GOING TO BE SOOO LIT!” “SUCCESS!” “HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGI!”

And that’s how the night began.

                                                         …

                                                        Y/N

There are a great number of distinctions between a frat party and every other party. Frat parties have way too many people for way too little space, while regular parties have an average amount of people for an average amount of space. Frat parties have copious, even outrageous amounts of alcohol, while every other party has just enough. Everyone knows that whoever chugs the most from the keg is obviously far superior to the mere lightweights. And most importantly, unlike every other party, frat parties were where mistakes are made.

And this frat party was no different. Booze was in every hand and music was blasting in every corner of the medium sized frat house. When you entered through the front doors, you could feel the temperature go up by several degrees. You scanned the room. On your right was the crazy dance pit full of writhing bodies. As expected, Min Yoongi, along with Jin, Jimin, Joon and Hoseok, was right in the middle, having the time of his life. On your left was a large table of food and beer. And straight ahead was the kitchen. Your eyes drifted over the pit again. Gosh why did it have to be so dark in there? “Hey. Hobi…. Hobi!”

He can’t hear me. Guess I’ll have to go in there myself. Ugh.

You started to make you way through the crowd of sweaty drunk people.

Why do people enjoy this? I mean, there has to be a reason why people get drunk right? Alcohol tastes like crap, so it can’t be that they enjoy the taste. To get away from some emotion then. To get so drunk that they become emotionless and let their bodies go to the sway of the music? It’s better to feel the emotions and get over them slowly but surely right? Right?

You were next to Hobi now.

Your arm reached out and poked his shoulder.

“HEY IM JUST TRYING TO DANCE SO IF YOU DON’T MIND- OHHH! Y/N IT’S JUST YOU! HI!”

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“HUH?”

“WHERE’S JUNGKOOK?”

“THE KITCHEN.”

“THANK YOU!”

“COME JOIN US AFTER Y/N! WE MISSED YOU”

“MISSED YOU TOO!”

You started to push your way out of the crowd. “Watch out!” “Sorry!” “Excuse me.”

After picking up some punch off of the 2% of the table that was not alcohol, you turned your feet towards the kitchen.

Wait. What if Taehyung’s in there? He’s always with Kook.

I should go touch up my makeup.

You started to make your way to the bathroom when you collided with someone.

“I’m sorry,” you both said at the same time.

“Oh. Yah! It’s you! Hobi said you were in the kitchen?”

“Yeah I was but I came out to find you. You were supposed to be here an hour ago! You didn’t respond to any of your texts. I was worried about you.”

“Ah, shit. Sorry Kook, I was finishing up that stupid group project. That dumb bitch Amy didn’t do her part. Did I make you worry about noooonnnnaaaa?”

“Blech, you disgust me y/n. Anyways, we have to talk about the thing.”

“What thing?”

“Are you dumb?”

“Yes.”

“Goddamn it, y/n.”

Jungkook brought his voice down to a whisper.

“The Tae Thing.”

“Oh. That. Hahah we can just pretend I never texted you that it’s fine I know you and him are best friends and that would be weird and I totally get it and”

“You’re doing it again.”

“Huh?”

“Talking too much because you’re nervous.”

“I’m that obvious am I?”

“Yes.”

“WOW. What a supportive friend. I’m so thankful to have someone like you by my side.”

“Pshh, you don’t have to thank me y/n.”

“It was sarcasm, idiot.”

“Oh.”

“But for real. This is probably weird for you. He’s also one of your best friends.”

“Dude, are you kidding me? That would be fucking amazing. My two best friends start dating. They always force me to third wheel with them. Then they feel bad for me since I’m always third wheeling for them, so they set me up with a smoking hot babe for a double date. You see? I’ve thought this through.”

“You’re a crackhead. Anyways I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

“Oh okay, I’ll get Tae. Don’t worry, I’ll act natural. I know nothing about this.”

“Hahaha okay, you better. Bye, I’ll be back soon.”

You turned away from Jungkook and headed to the bathrooms.

You made sure to lock the door behind you.

So no frisky couples can kick me out of here.

Looking at yourself in the mirror could go one of three ways. Sometimes you thought you looked like a sultry, hot goddess. Other times, you thought you looked like Gollum. And for the most part, like today, you usually just thought you were average.

Your fingers skirted down to the hem of your black bodycon dress,  tugged up, then folded.

Heck. If I don’t feel hot yet, might as well be a little more revealing.

Great.

Now your knee length dress was a party dress. Giving your hair a little ruffle, you checked yourself out.

You reached into your wallet and took out a tube of your favorite lipstick shade.

Haha, I knew this would come in handy. Self confidence here I come.

No one would have expected your favorite color was a classic bright red. It didn’t suit your personality at all. You weren’t a party girl. Frankly, no matter how much you wanted to pretend you were that hot girl at the party that all the girls were jealous of and all the guys drooled over, you knew that wasn’t you. You were the girl that worked too hard. The girl that studied a lot and wore hoodies all the time and took care of other party girls. You were the nice one, not the desirable one. But bright red made you feel like you were on top of the world, like you were a badass career woman who could take names and kick ass.

Stepping back, you gave yourself one last look through. Ruffled hair, smudged eyeliner, red lips, your little black dress, and strappy shoes.

It’s showtime.

You unlocked the door and strutted out of that bathroom with all of your confidence that immediately melted away the second you saw Kim Taehyung.

Your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when you saw him. He was, quite frankly, ethereal. But unlike those other attractive guys, he wasn’t cocky. He didn’t expect anything from anyone. In fact, he was almost exactly the opposite, never talking about himself at all. Instead, he took care of everyone around him in his own special little way, joking around, flashing boxy smiles, and being serious when he needed to.

“Wahh, y/n you look great today, doesn’t she hyung,” quipped Jungkook excitedly, slapping Taehyung’s back.

Oh my god, Jeon Jungkook why would you ever say that?

“Oh hey Taehyung! How’s it going?”

Shit, I should’ve just said hi. Or what’s up? Or-

“I’m amazing y/n. And Jungkook’s right. You look pretty.”

There your heart went skipping beats again. You felt a slight blush come up onto your face.

“Ah haha thank you. It's hot here, let’s go get some cold punch or something. I’m out”

“Yeah let’s go get some drinks and get on the dance floor. We aren’t at a party to be wallflowers. Look at Yoongi over there.”

You and Tae both turned your heads to where he was pointing.

“Sure looks like he’s enjoying himself,” you said.

“Yeah, seriously,” agreed Taehyung. “You have no idea how much we had to bribe him to come to his own birthday party.”

Jungkook put his arm around your shoulders. “Well are you two done being jealous of Yoongi’s abilities yet? Cuz I’m thirsty.”

You looked over. “You’re always thirsty, Jungkook.”

“Ha ha very funny y/n. Lets just go.”

Jungkook grabbed you with one hand and Taehyung with the other and dragged both of you behind him.

You gave Tae a helpless look and shrugged. He smiled back.

Agh that cute boxy smile. Why am I like this?

“Hey, I’ll be back guys one second. I want to go put this clutch away so we can all go dance! Go hang with the other guys.  I’ll be back in a minute or two.”

“Okay y/n! Come back fast!”

You hurried of the door and sat down on the sidewalk. A crescent moon hovered above your head.

You look so pretty glowing like that. I wish I could look like you. Why do I even like him? I wish these feelings would go away already. I’m too tired of debating on if I should confess or not. This is too hard.

The door creaked behind you.

“Aha, I knew you weren’t putting away your purse.”

“Jungkook. It’s too overwhelming.”

“Well, you see, that’s how you know it’s real y/n. I promise today will be a good night for you okay? I think you should just be more confident and love yourself more.

“But I’m like not nearly as attractive or cool as Tae is and like not on his level at all.”

I’m saying this objectively, not as your friend: you are freaking beautiful. Not like those girls all over Yoongi, Joon, and Hope right now. You’re beautiful in the most real way. Outside and inside. Just remember that and get back in there, my gawd, you’re wasting precious time sitting out here being existential.”

“Well, I was just going to say thank you for the pep talk but huh, you had to ruin it at the end didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Hahahaha.”

“See. I made you laugh. I win.”

“Goddamnit. OKAY.”

You stood up.

“I CAN WIN OVER HIS HEART RIGHT? LET’S GO BACK IN.”

You started to open the door. “Wait y/n. Go put away your purse clutch thingy. That’s what you said you were going to do. It’d be weird if you went in there with it.”

“Oh shit, you’re right. Thanks Kook.”

                                                        …

                                                TAEHYUNG

“Where’d Jungkook go, Taehyung?”

“He said he went to the bathroom, but I think he went to chase after y/n.”

“Y/n? I told her to come join us! Where’d she go?”

“I would but for some reason I feel like she’s avoiding me and Kook knows what’s up. I’ll go ask him later. I hope she’s okay.”

“I’m sure she’s okay. Now look I don’t have time for petty girl drama. The hyungs are about to perform live. I need you to dance like a crazy hypeman with me.”

“If it’s Ddaeng, then you know I’m in Jimin.

“Ayy let’s go.”

                                                        …

                                                       Y/N

Entering back into the now hot and heavy atmosphere in the living room, you couldn’t help but nod your head along to the beat of the music. “Damn, they’re killing it. You sure this is just a hobby?” “I know right,” yelled back Jungkook over the music. “They’re insanely good. I keep telling them to find a company.”

“Wait Jungkook. I need a drink.”

“What?”

“A real drink to make me brave. I’m going to tell him. Like an alcoholic drink.”

“WHAT?”

“I mean I’ve liked him for like a year now. Might as well get rejected and let go.”

“What do you mean? You don’t drink alcohol. Is this real? You’re finally going to get laid tonight. YES!”

“EW. Jungkook, hell no. The point is, I’m too emotionally exhausted for this chasing game anymore. I’m just going to say it. And whatever happens will happen.”

“Shut up he’s going to say yes and I’m so excited! Let’s go get drunk!”

“Yes please. My nerves are going to jump out of my skin and run away at this point.”

Jungkook led you to the drinks. “Okay, there’s vodka, whiskey, or tequila. All three will do the job and get you some liquid courage, aka get you very drunk. Whiskey tastes the best in my opinion. Or you could go for the beer which is abit more light and you’ll still be sane the whole night.”

“What’s going to get me so drunk I won’t remember anything tomorrow? In case he rejects me, I’d rather never know it happened.”

“Here you are.”

Jungkook slid a shot glass towards you.

“What’s this one?”

“The vodka. Here I’ll take a few shots with you so you don’t feel alone. Ready?”

You picked up the tiny glass cup. It was slightly strange that something this small had the power to do so much good and bad. Mostly bad. You had never really heard a story that started with “So I got really drunk” that ended with “and we all lived happily ever after”.

Well, here goes nothing.

“3...2...1… GO!”

It burned more than you thought it would. You coughed.

“Why would people drink this stuff? It tastes like poison.”

“The same reason you’re drinking it right now. To get drunk.”

I guess that makes sense.  

After a few shots, Jungkook stopped drinking.

“Hey, y/n. I feel woozy let’s s-stop. I think this is enough to feel brave.”

“What? Are you a lightweight or something? No! I need more.”

After a “few” more shots, Jungkook stopped you.

“Yah, are you crazy? You’re going to get alcohol poisoning and die if you keep going at this rate. Look at your face.”

You looked at your reflection in the glass.

Your face was turning bright red, just like your lipstick.

“That’s okay, I like red. And I don’t feel drunk. I’m pretty sure I’m sober. Whoa, I’m so cool. A heavyweight. A HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. Aren’t I cool Jungkook, Jungkookie, Kookie-pie?”

“Yep, you’re drunk.”

“No, I’m nooooottt. I’m soberrrr.”

“Who do you like y/n?”

“Kim Taehyung,” you replied without hesitating.

“And you’re going to confess to him today, before the night ends okay?”

“Yessir.”

“And you’re not going to throw up on him, or embarrass yourself.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Okay. You can do this.”

“I can doooo th-this!”

Your hand started to grab another shot glass.

“Oh my god, y/n. Stop drinking. You’re going to end up being blackout drunk and forget to confess.”

“But I’m still scared.”

“Y/n. Stop. Listen to me. I’ve gotten drunk plenty of times. Getting drunk will make you braver sure. But after a certain point, you’re going to lose yourself. So no more drinking! After all, alcohol isn’t comfort food!”

You deliberated that for a moment.

“I mean, I can’t really think right now, so I’m just going to listen to you. What next, Drinking Master Kook?”

“Next, we go get your man.”

                                                        …

Looking for Taehyung and the others, Jungkook easily weaved through the crowd that had seemingly doubled since 10 minutes ago. Following behind him, you tried to not bump into the tipsy girls with glasses that were sure to spill. Eventually, after a few minutes of blindly stumbling through the dark, you and Kook found them.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” yelled Hoseok.

“Y/n, it took you that long to put away your purse? Jungkook, jesus! That was one long bathroom break.”

Shit, he knows something’s up. Well, duh, to be honest. What did I expect? We’ve been gone for nearly an hour now.

“Sorry Tae, me and y/n just got some drinks to be more loose and carefree. She’s had a long day with project mates fucking her over”

“It’s fine, just help me with these hyungs. They’re drunk out of their minds.”

“I’m th-the leader. Don’t tell me what to do”

Namjoon hiccupped and pouted.

“I can do whatever I want.”

“See what I’m dealing with here?”

“Shit, sorry Tae. Look! I’ll make it up to you. I’ll call an Uber and take them home. You and y/n stay. I’ll take care of it.”

Oh my gosh he’s leaving us alone on purpose, isn’t he?

                                                        …

                                                TAEHYUNG

He’s totally leaving us alone on purpose.

Jungkook was the only one that knew that Taehyung liked y/n. No one else. Not even the hyungs. It’s not like Jungkook was the best secret keeper. But he was Taehyung's best friend.

“Yeah, okay. Make sure the hyungs get home safely. Sorry, Jungkookie. And thank you!

I should use this opportunity and tell her today. What if she says no though? Oh my gosh, why didn’t I think this through before I told Jungkook to invite her. Shit. Fuck. What am I gonna do?

He shook his head.

No, let’s just do it. Be brave and just go for it. Yes. I’m going to ask her today.

I’m going to ask y/n to be my girlfriend.

                                                        …

                                                       Y/N

It had been a few minutes since Jungkook had left with the rest of the group. This was the time where things usually started to get awkward for you. But not tonight. Tonight, you were on top of the world. Or maybe you were just too drunk to feel mundane emotions such as awkwardness. Either way, tonight would be a turning point. You would either be insanely happy from now on or be insanely sad for a little while. You would get over it in the end of the day. Heck, anything could happen to you right now. But you would be okay. Because right now you were happy. You were almost euphoric moving your body to the rhythm with Taehyung. And that, in itself, was enough for you.

As the night went on, you and Taehyung started to get touchy. A playful pat on the shoulders. A flirty smile here and there. When the perfect sentimental songs came on, Taehyung could really handle it anymore.

“Will you dance with me y/n?”

You couldn’t believe it when you heard it. THE Kim Taehyung that all the preppy college girls lusted over, THE Kim Taehyung that all the guys wanted to be friends with purely to get girls to hang out with them, THE Kim Taehyung had just asked you to dance with him.

Have I died? Am I a ghost getting whatever I want in heaven?

“Oh. Okay.”

And together you danced the night away until he kissed you and you dated and lived happily ever after.

Atleast that’s what you dreamed of while your hand was in his. It’s what you were thinking about when his hand slowly drifted down from your shoulders and slipped around your waist, pulling you closer, until you were flush against his body. A blush crept up your neck as you looked into his eyes.

They were looking right back at you. “You’re turning red.”

You quickly looked away and put your head into his chest.  

“I’m drunk.”

“Yes, y/n. I know.”

“Okay.”

“If I didn’t know better I’d think you were being affected by me. Am I affecting you y/n?”

You stayed quiet.

His right hand drifted back up your body to lift our chin up, forcing you to make eye contact with him again.

“Am I affecting you yet?”

“No,” you whispered.

“You’re a but stubborn, aren’t you y/n? That’s okay.”

He leaned his head in until it was a few centimeters away from you. “I like stubborn. How about now?”

It took everything you had to shake your head back and forth.

“That’s okay y/n. Both you and I know that I am.”

And then he was kissing you.

A hundred thoughts went through your mind in that instant.

Wow. His lips are soft. So soft. And they taste like alcohol. If I drank a mango smoothie, would my lips taste like mango? I should drink honey lemon tea next time. Will there be a next time? Does this mean he likes me? Oh my god, was I so drunk that I kissed him? Am I throwing myself on him? WAIT. HOLY SHIT. KIM TAEHYUNG IS KISSING ME.

It hit you.

The man you sneaked looks at for the past year was kissing you.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

Wait. N-no!

You coughed into the kiss while trying and failing to recoil back as quickly as possible.

“Oh my god, s-sorry,” you sputtered. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.”

You turned around. “Oh. Uhhh..”

Taehyung’s eyes were wide open. The little corner of his lips was slightly turned up.

Shit. He’s laughing at me. This has gotta be the most embarrassing moment of my entire 24 years of living. I have to go rant about this to Jungkook later.

“Um, I need to leave. Sorry!” You turned back around and you ran out of that room as fast as you could. One foot in front of the other, you bounded all the way to your car.

“Shit. SHIT SHIT SHIT.”

You took out your phone and called Jungkook.

Pickuppickuppleaseohmygodpickup.

“Y/n?”

“JUNGKOOK! OH MY GOD. Please pick me up I’ll explain later.”

“Y/n, what happened? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine. But holy crap, Taehyung kissed me.”

“HE WHAT?”

“I KNOW RIGHT?”

“Well, did you tell him?”

“What?”

“That you like him? I mean clearly he likes you!”

“Well… no there’s more to the story. Can you just come pick me up? I’m drunk.”

“I would. But I can’t right now. These hyungs are still drunk off their ass and acting like monkeys in the dorm.”

“Please?”

“They’re crazy right now y/n. Take a cab! Come over, we can talk about it.”

“But Tae lives in your dorm.”

“Yeah. But I have my own room. You can stay over.”

“I don’t know.”

“Y/n, come on,” he whined. “I’ve missed you. You’re always studying. Come over.”

“Fine. I’ll get a cab. Ughhh kill me. As if this could get any worse.”

“I’m sure it’s all going to be okay. We should celebrate! He kissed you! YAY! BE HAPPY Y/N.”

“OKAY! I’m leaving. Bye!” “Bye!”

Silence took over. The streetlight cast a dim glow on the vacant road. A sigh escaped you.

I guess he’s right. I mean. This is what I was hoping for right?

Your mind flashed back to the incident.

But I really fucked it up this time. Didn’t you, y/n? I wonder if he knew that I was an amateur.

You shook your head in frustration.

Hey, I gotta look at the positives though. Frankly, this day couldn’t get any more embarrassing. Wait...

Footsteps broke the silence.

“Y/n, oh my gosh. Here you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere!”

Drops of sweat rolled down Taehyung’s forehead. His sleeve wiped his face as he bend down with his arm on his knee. After panting for a few seconds while you stared at him in shock, he rose up. “You’re drunk. I’m not. And cabs don’t run at this time.”

“Ah, Jungkook will pick me up! Don’t worry!”

“I already called him. He said you were going to come over to our frat.”

“Oh.”

He smiled.

“It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it. I promise, I’m not a horrible person who’ll hate you now. If you’re thinking something along those lines, you should forget it. I… I still have a lot to say to you. But for now, I’ll give you a ride. I didn’t drunk any alcohol.”

“Ah, that’s okay! I’ll just walk to my dorm room! I’ll talk to Jungkook tomorrow.”

You started to turn around when you felt his hand clasp around yours.

“Please.”

His eyes were a drug.

They were warm and beckoning.

They were safe and comfortable.

They were…

“Okay.”

You turned around to face him.

“So where’s your car?”

                                                        …

                                                   YOONGI

“Goddamnit Jin. Is this payback for that one time I gave you acrylic stands of myself?”

“I know how to spell stand. S T A N D. Stand. P I Z Z A. Pizza. P A S T A. Pasta. I’m smart!”

“You’re a dumbass, Jin.”

“Shut up, Jungkook. I’m not the one who got a 3 on my english exam. Did you like your gift Yoongs? Yoongi? Y to the G?”

“Of course not! Here I am expecting Gucci thermal underwear and you get me your acrylic stands. I can get those for free. I’m in the same band as you idiot.”

“You could have at least pretended to like it. I would have done that. Why are you so mean to meeee?”

“Oh, stop pouting Jin. I’ll save it as a good memory of our collective dumbassery. Anyways, Jimin, it’s your turn. What did you get your beloved hyung?”

“Um… I don’t know if you’ll like it or not. But I’m giving you my heart.”

“Huh? I think you mean thermal Gucci underwear.”

“Sorry, I’m poor.”

“Hmmmmm… well. Your heart shall have to do. I accept. Thank you Park Jimin.”

“wHat THe FucK, YoONgs?”

“What?”

“Why does HE get a free pass? Atleast I actually gave you something!”

“Moving…

“but-”

“On. Namjoon, it’s yo- Oh hi Taehyung!”

                                                        …

                                                       Y/N

“Oh hi Taehyung! Y/n, you’re here too! Come. Join us! Have a seat.”

You could feel Jungkook staring at you. You felt a blush starting to climb up your neck.

“Hey, you must be drunk,” shouted Namjoon. “You’re beet red like the rest of us. What are you y/n? A lightweight? I’m a heavyweight! Let’s fight. SHOTS!”

“Y/n need’s rest right now,” butted in Jungkook. “As your best friend, I declare you to go up to my room and sleep. I’ll take the couch don’t worry! Tae go in there first and make sure it isn’t like dirty or anything.”

He looked over at you and winked.

Wow, I’m going to beat this kid up later.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. One sec y/n. Let me give Yoongi his birthday present. Then I’ll get Jungkook’s. You can go up to my room for a few minutes. It’s two down from Jungkook's to the right. I’ll call you down!”

“Okay. Thanks Tae.”

“My pleasure.”

You walked past the red plastic cups, up the stairs, and around very passed out Hobi to Jungkook’s room.

Two to the right. Ah.

After a few seconds of blindly staring, you opened the door.

The lamp cloaked the room in a muted purple. Polaroids littered the wall directly in front of you: pictures of the boys, landscapes, old stores, parties, anything and everything one could think of. Some had words written on the blank space at the bottom. Other’s were empty. Cute thumbtacks pinned galaxy themed letter paper in the empty space. A few movie posters were placed on the other walls, along with beautiful paintings that you couldn’t quite decipher. A bookshelf, a bed, a desk space and a rug made the the room feel whole.

So this is Kim Taehyung's room.  

It was a visual representation of his mind. And it was absolutely beautiful.

Your fingers trailed across the pictures as you looked around his room until you got to the window. The sill had something etched on it with what probably was a knife. Upon closer inspection, you could see what it said:                                     

                               Dreams grow here. 

What a pretty thought.

Outside the window, a part of the roof jutted out, substituting as a makeshift terrace. You could see a green beanbag out there among a few other belongings.

I wonder what else is out there in Taehyung’s dream world.

Without thinking, your fingers grasped the bottom of the window pane and pulled. A gust of wind billowed the curtains. The breeze felt nice on your face.

He isn’t here yet, and it’s probably going to take him a while to clean Jungkook’s room. That kid is messy as fuck. I’m burning up in here and I’ll get back in a minute or two. So it’s fine. Yup. It’s fine.

You had hoisted one foot out and then ducked your head under the window to the other side when you heard the dorm door creak open.

                                                        …

                                                 TAEHYUNG

Making his way out of Jungkook’s room, Taehyung headed down the hallway two doors down, making sure to stop and check his hair on the mirror hanging off of Jin’s door.

“I can’t believe I’m actually using this stupid thing,” Tae muttered to himself. His mind went back to when Jin bought this. “What? I need to be able to see my beauty everytime I walk into my room, so I can fall in love with myself more!” Taehyung giggled softly.

That hyung..

Now Taehyung stood in front of his own door.

Should I knock or something? Is that what I’m supposed to do? But what if she’s sleeping and I wake her up. I did take a while..

Deciding to just go in, he pushed open the door.

There, directly ahead of him, was y/n. She was halfway out of the window, with her back arched and her already short dress hiked up, exposing her upper thighs .

Taehyung bit his lip, feeling his face go on fire.

“Oh shit! Hi Taehyung! Hold on.”

Y/n turned her back, maneuvering herself so she could see Tae.

Fuck.

From his angle, Taehyung could see all of y/n’s curves on her petite frame. He had been pretty exhausted after the party and dealing with the boys, but he definitely wasn’t tired anymore.

“Can we go out here for a second? It’s kind of hot inside.”

Taehyung cleared his throat.

“S-sure. Yeah.”

Taehyung slipped out after y/n.

“I don’t really bring people up here much. It’s like my place to think. Clear my mind, ya know?”

“Yeah, I get that. I wish I had a place like this. It’s gorgeous out here.”

“Sit here”

Taehyung sat on the beanbag next to y/n and let the sound of wind take over as you both stared up at the stars.

                                                        …

                                                       Y/N

“I have drinks in the mini fridge, if you want.”

“YOU HAVE A MINI FRIDGE OUT HERE? THAT’S SO COOL.”

“Yeah! What do you want? I have beer, tea, and soda.”

“I’ll take some beer, please.”

I’m going to need the bravery.

“Are you sure? You were pretty drunk before.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “That car ride was so awkward that I became sober.”

“It’s not my fault my radio doesn’t work okay?”

You both laughed.

“So about before-”

“Can you let me get drunk before we talk about it? I have a lot I want to say too.”

“Yeah, I’ll drink with you. Cheers.”

The wind took over again as you downed the bottle.

“Okay.”

“Joon was right. You’re a lightweight.”

“Hey! I was already half drunk before before okay? So this doesn’t count. Actually nothing I say from here on out counts if  you don’t want it to.”

A rush of anxiousness flipped your stomach. You took a deep breath.

“I like you! I know you have girls that look like models who like you and I know you probably don’t like me back, and I know my world’s going to end when you reject me but I couldn’t hold i-”

“I like you too.”

“-t back any more and what?”

Didhejustsayhelikedmeohmygodwhatiwasntexpectingthiswhatdoidonow?

“I like you too.”

Imdrunkrightnowandthisisn’trealandimprobablyhallucinatingshitmymomtoldmethiswouldhappen.

“What?”

“Y/n. Come on! I kissed you for a reason. What did you think that was?”

“A drunk accidental makeout session that you would regret tomorrow.”

“Y/n. I’ve liked you ever since we started hanging out with Kook together. I thought he already told you since you guys are best friends.”

Euphoria was the closest thing to what you felt. Euphoria, along with a constant feeling of wanting to throw up, of course.

“Wait. He didn’t tell me. Wait did he tell you that I liked you?”

“No.”

“That little shit,” both of you exclaimed together.

“Damn. Who knew he was such a good secret keeper?”

“He could have told us before though,” grumbled Taehyung, pouting. “I could have done this sooner.”

“Done wha-”

Suddenly, you were interrupted my his lips crashing onto yours. Your eyes opened wide for a second, but fluttered shut as his hands cupped the nape of your neck. “You….” You relaxed your body as his lips became more gentle. Leaning forward, Taehyung pressed his body against yours, deepening the kiss. “...are so….” His hands went down to your wrists. Before you knew it, he had you pinned down under him. His eyes roamed all over you hungrily. “...fucking gorgeous….”

For a quick moment, his face softened. “You’re art. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Just kiss me, you idiot.”

You lifted your lips up to his.

He broke it.

“But….”

“Climb back through that window.”

“Huh?” “Go to the damn bed y/n.”

“Has anyone told you that you that you’re really hot when you’re horny?”

“Hahah look who’s getting confident.”

“Listen about that first kiss, I was really unprepared and like-”

“Do I look like I care about the first kiss right now y/n?”

“Noted.”

You put one of your legs through the window. You heard a moan behind you.

You turned around. “What?”

“Oh my fucking god, I need you right now.”

“Well then, I’m going to take my time.”

Taehyung groaned. “Why are you doing this to me?”

You felt a knot start to form in your stomach.

Hurrying through the window, you took off your heels and fell backwards onto the bed.

Taehyung scrambled through the window, never taking his gaze off of you.

“You’re finally mine.”

                                                        …

Sunlight filtered through the curtains, covering you in a white haze. Feeling groggy, you carefully opened your eyes. Your head was pounding.

God, I must have a lot to drink yesterday night.

Lifting your head up, you rapidly blinked.

This isn’t my room. Oh wait. Bunny poster. It’s Kooks. Phew.

“Wakey wakey, sunshine!”

“Jungkook! Oh god bless. For a second, I got scared I hooked up with someone or something.”

Jungkook smiled. “Nothing of the sort. You just stayed over in my room.”

“Is she awake yet?”

Taehyung peeked into the room as you lifted the covers above your head. “What the heck is he doing here? Pretend I’m asleep,” you whispered to Jungkook.

“I can hear you y/n. And what do you mean what am I doing here? Don’t you remember?”

“Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have drunk alcohol. What did I do now? Wait, let me think for a second. The last thing I remember is….”

“Joon was right. You’re a lightweight.” 

“I like you too.” 

“That little shit!”

You looked over to Jungkook, with your mouth agape. “You lied to me.”

Jungkook laughed. “I told you you’d end up sleeping with him.”

“Oh my god, Tae get out of here.”

“Not a chance, y/n.”

“Jungkook, my god. You were playing both of us, I swear to god.”

“Hey hey hey. I’m the one that got you guys together okay? If I hadn’t left you two alone, you’d have never done it. Gosh, both of you were always whining so much about how much you liked each other.”

You blushed. Taehyung scratched the back of his neck. “Yah, maknae. Don’t forget. I’m older than you.”

“Anyways, now it’s your turn. Set me up on a blind date with one of your hot friends. Thank you! Oh, also, breakfast is ready. Everyone in this frat is a drunk mess other than me and hyung. I’m going to leave you two alone now. Have a heart to heart or do whatever you want, but please, for god’s sakes, don’t fuck on my bed.”

“JUNGKOOK,” you and Taehyung both shouted at the same time.

“Get out of here, you punk,” said Tae, jokingly swatting at him.

The door clicked shut behind him.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“How are you, y/n? You feel okay?”

“What do you think?”

“I bought you some aspirin and water.”

You laughed. “Thank you.”

You looked at each other for a few seconds. “You don’t-”

“Will you-”

“Hahah, you can go first,” Taehyung said.

“You don’t regret last night? Everything that happened?”

“Never.”

A bright smile lit up your face. “Your turn.”

“Y/n. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Say yes,” came a muffled response from out of the door.

“JUNGKOOK!”

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Vampire!Griff

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“Ok folks if you don’t see me again, it’s cuz I’m dead!”

Griff exits the elevator and slings his money-filled duffle over his shoulder. When the doors close behind him he lets out a pleased chuckle to himself.

He says to himself with a smirk, “I’m already dead.” 

He starts to blow another bubble with the gum in his mouth, but his teeth pop it.

He reaches his car and pops the trunk to toss his duffle inside. Along with his duffle, there is a large cooler inside. Griff opens the lid and glances inside.

He’s running low.

The trunk is closed with a thud, and Griff gets in his car. He feels a little warm, so he cranks up the A/C. Out of habit he looks in the rearview mirror, but only his sleek black sunglasses can be seen. His reflection is invisible.

Vampires don’t have reflections.

He lets the A/C cool off his face for a moment before he begins to drive.

During the heist today, half of his face was covered with a bandana. He wasn’t out in the sun long enough to do any major damage, just enough to give him a slight twinge of a sunburn. If he could see his reflection he would guess his skin was pink.

He drives the familiar path to the blood bank. He goes every few weeks – after about a month blood has an ‘expiration date’ and is no longer usable – so Griff goes to collect the out-of-date blood.

All Griff has to do is smile at the receptionist at the front desk and if they have any blood, it’s his.

He needs a lot today and he hopes they have it. Griff is not above stealing blood, either from the bank or from an actual living person. He’s done it before and he’d do it again if he had to. In his early days in the 1300s - he was violent. He’d tear out a man’s throat for the hell of it, not because he needed to feed.  Griff changed as the centuries rolled by. He took him awhile, but he calmed down the extreme violent tendencies. He does the bank heists now for the hell of it. He doesn’t need the money, he enjoys the thrill of the ride, to see if he can get away with it. He’ll never be caught on camera.

Still everything he does has a streak of violence to it. He’s committed dozens of crimes. He’s fought in several wars. The only job he had that was not violent was he was a teacher for a few years. He taught history, and never cracked open a textbook. He didn’t need to, because he saw these things with his own eyes.

Griff has lost people, but new people come into his life in unexpected ways. He’s befriended the receptionist who’s in love with him. He’s lived long enough to know the signs. But he is a vampire and can hear her heart beat a little faster and can tell her blood gets warm.

When he strides into the blood bank he already has a smile on his face. He enjoys seeing her.  

He spots her at the counter and lowers his sunglasses. He can already tell her blood is heating up.

“Hey sugar,” he flashes a grin and pushes up the sleeves of his leather jacket, “got anything for me today?”

“Is that a new tattoo?” she asks. Griff has to tell her a story about one of his tattoos before he gets any blood. There’s dozens of tattoos she still doesn’t know the story behind. Griff has been getting tattoos for centuries. He gets one every few decades to space them out.

“Which one?” he gives her another grin. He rests his elbow on the counter, and takes off his sunglasses.

Yeah her heart skipped at that. He grins again to himself.

“That one,” she smiles and touches his forearm. Griff is warm for a vampire, but when she touches his skin, it burns. The good kind of burn, not like the burn he has on his forehead and ears currently. He didn’t realize until this moment he might have feelings for her. He could have gone to any blood bank. He could have flirted his way to blood through any girl. And maybe Griff just feels lonely but this girl is sweet. He’s had plenty of women, but he still finds women who surprise him.

“That one? Sweetheart I’ve had that one. Shit I’ve had that one for years. Got it in Rome.” Griff smiles at her, she knows that story well. It’s her favorite tattoo, at least of the ones she’s seen. It’s a skull, with intricate vines wrapped around it. Flowers are blooming out of it’s mouth and eyes.

“I want to go to Rome, actually I just wanna travel anywhere.” she sighs as she stands, “c’mon. It’s back here.”

“I’ll take you with me someday for all your trouble,” Griff follows behind her to the store room.

“Really?” she gasps and turns around.

“Hell yeah. I have a lot of travel miles built up.”

She stands up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to Griff’s cheek.

“Are you sunburnt or are you blushing Griff?” she blushes herself as she asks.

Before he can answer she’s lead him to where the blood is kept. He collects the blood and gives her a kiss on the cheek in thanks. He doesn’t see her blush but he can hear her blood pumping faster as he leaves.

He stashes the blood in the cooler and drives on home. He can’t get that kiss or her touch out of his mind.

It’s been a long time since that has happened to him. Griff is a lover of women and it doesn’t take much to rev his engine, but sometimes a certain touch gets his blood hot.

There have been about 4 women total who had this effect on him. He knows the heartache that will come with it. Watching them age while he stays the same. But every time it’s been worth it. He married 2 of the 4, and he made them happy. That was all he could want, was their happiness.

Now this girl is number 5.

He thinks about his options the whole way home. He wasn’t planning on staying in Atlanta much longer. He has his money, and he’s stocked up on blood for now.

As soon as he gets in he takes one of the blood packets and makes some coffee. Instead of water, he uses blood. It’s an acquired taste.

He sets his duffle on the floor in his apartment and clicks on the tv while he waits for the coffee to brew.

His apartment is bare. When he stays somewhere short term, he doesn’t decorate. He owns several houses in multiple countries, and those are vastly decorated. He could open a large museum if he wanted to with all the artifacts he’s collected.

The sound from the tv fills the apartment. Griff stands in the kitchen and watches the program as he gets out a mug for his coffee. The mug says “bite me” in large bubble letters. It made Griff laugh so he just had to buy it. He sets down the mug, and gets his bottle of aloe out of the fridge. His sunburn is beginning to sting.

He’s just begun to squeeze some of the gel onto his fingers when he hears the familiar thump of her heartbeat. Then he hears the thump of knuckles on his door.

Gel still on his fingers, Griff slides over to the door and answers to see her. His receptionist.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” she blushes. Griff is standing dumbfounded.

“That’s usually my line.” He jokes, then his voice turns stern, “Did you follow me home?” He’s teasing her but she is caught off guard. He hears her heart jump with nerves, so Griff smiles to ease her. “Come on in!”

“You left your sunglasses on the counter,” she holds them gingerly in her hands as if she might break them.

“Thank you sugar,” he stands aside to let her in, and takes the glasses from her. His fingers burn hot when they brush her hand.

“Is that…aloe?” she looks at his fingers still sticking out, covered in gel.

“Sunburn,” he shrugs and smears the aloe on his forehead. The back of his head where his hair is shaved, and his ears are a bit burnt but the aloe can wait.

“I know what you are Griff,” she says suddenly. Griff follows her eyes and she keeps glancing at the now empty pouch of blood near the coffee maker.

“You’re not gonna quote ‘Twilight’ at me are you?” Griff teases.

“I figured it out pretty quick. You came in for blood. No one comes in to take blood like that. And you know all these things normal people don’t know! And then there’s the fangs.”

Griff flashes her a grin, the fangs gleam under the kitchen light.

“At first I just thought you were someone imitating a vampire. Ya know the teeth? But then you touched me.”

Griff cocks his head in question. His past 4 women all had something different to say. Griff affected all of them in completely different ways. It’s the one thing he can’t predict.

“It sounds crazy but-“

“Believe me sugar, I’ve seen it and heard it all.” Griff leans against the counter.

“It was a few months ago. You touched my hand and though your hand was warm, my skin felt as though your hands were made of ice.” She looks down at her hands and she rubs them together as if she still is cold.

She doesn’t realize Griff has moved right in front of her until she hears his voice. She can feel his breath against her skin. Smirking to himself he hears her heart thudding in her chest. He can smell the warmth in her blood.

“And it didn’t scare you?” he asks with a small smile. While she had been talking he poured himself a cup of coffee. He took a sip from the mug and smiled at over the rim of the mug.

“No,” she blushes. Then she giggles as Griff has a bit of bloody coffee on the corner of his mouth. She wipes it with her thumb. Griff feels her shiver as her thumb brushes against his lips and scruff of his beard. She’s about to lick the coffee when Griff sees the realization that it’s blood. He takes her wrist in his hand and brings her thumb to his mouth.

Griff doesn’t know if it’s cheating that he can hear a woman’s heartbeat and actually feel her blood turn warm with arousal but damn if it doesn’t turn him on.

Seeing her cheeks blossom red as he licks her thumb, he relishes in hearing her heart race.

When he pulls her thumb from his mouth he kisses the back of her hand. “Is my tongue warm or cold?” he asks with a devilish smirk and kisses the back of her wrist. His lips blaze a path up her arm and he presses several kisses to her clothed shoulder. “Well?” he asks right as he gets to her neck. She feels his breath from his nose on her neck, and Griff feels her tremble. “Tell me,” he whispers as his lips press gently to her pulse point on her neck. With a shudder and a gasp her knees buckle and she shakes in his grasp.

“The same,” she shudders, “same as your hands, warm but cold.” She shivers but Griff still feels the heat of her blood.

Gently he presses an open-mouthed kiss to her neck. His fangs don’t pierce her flesh, they only dig in slightly. Not enough to draw blood.

The sound of her blood pounding fills his ears, her pulse beats fast under his tongue. Then the sweet sound of her groaning his name fills his ears. Her hands grab his head, Griff hisses in slight pain. Her hands had touched his sunburn.

She flew back in fear. Griff’s hiss didn’t sound like any hiss she had heard before.

Griff saw her recoil. It’s not the first time someone has been frightened by him, and it won’t be the last. Her response surprises him. He’s centuries old and people still surprise him.

She wasn’t scared off the hiss, though it was weird to her. The concern on her face wasn’t from her fear of him, rather fear that she hurt him.

“I’m sorry!” she frowns, then a small smile appears on her lips. “Can I put some aloe on you?”

A smirk is her answer, and Griff sits down with his coffee at the kitchen table. She stands behind him and rubs aloe along his red skin. He jerks his head when she touches the tips of his hears. Griff hears her heart jump, and he realizes that she made a discovery. It didn’t take her long to act on it either. Slowly she traced her fingertips along his ears. Maybe because Griff’s dark eyes weren’t looking at her that she found her boldness.

“What’s this tattoo?” she asks just as she plants a kiss to his neck.

“Got it in prison,” he says quickly and spins around. “Ya know, I got plenty more tattoos you haven’t seen yet.” as he spoke his hands were sliding up under her shirt onto her hips. He stands and gently presses a kiss to her lips. He waits for her response, he’s kissed enough women to know. Her body and her heart will let him know if he can continue. She pulls away and he sees her eyes.

Griff reaches for her and she hops up into his arms. Griff can tell she’s cautious of his two fangs. She kisses him eagerly but when he opens his mouth she flinches.

Sitting down on the bed with her in his arms, he stops the kissing.

“Listen sugar, I ain’t gonna hurt you. Only way you’re gonna turn into a vampire is if you get vampire blood in your system ok? My teeth are sharp but the worst it could do to your lips is poke ya a little. Ok? I can control when they break the skin.” He listens for her heart, it’s still beating fast from anticipation, but it doesn’t waver.

Hearing his reassurance, she pulls off her shirt. Griff rolls them over and lays her on her back on his bed. He reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, but she stops him.

“Too fast?”

“Shirt. Off. I wanna see the tattoos.”

Griff smirks and reaches in his pocket for a piece of gum. He slides the piece into his mouth and toes off his boots. He pulls his shirt off his head and quickly unbuckles his belt and removes his jeans.

His shirtless torso and bare legs are covered in ink. He doesn’t have as many tattoos on his legs, but he has a couple on his thighs and some on his calves. Griff sits on the bed in front of her, and she gets up on her knees.

“Pick one.”

She touches a tattoo on his pec. It’s a silhouette of a classy pinup girl.

“My girl in the 1940’s. Sent me a damn ‘Dean John’ letter while I was in Germany. Didn’t get the letter til after the war ended and I was on my way home. Got that tat for her right before I shipped out.”

Griff watches her unbutton her own pants and slip them down her hips.

“Since I’m not giving you blood, I’ll trade you a piece of clothes for a story.”

“Hell I’m game. ‘sides ya only got two things left,” Griff winks.

She stands up on the bed and rests her hands on Griff shoulders and he takes the hint to take off her pants. After they are off he takes the opportunity to squeeze her ass and scrape his beard across her stomach.

Sitting back down in front of him, she leans down and licks a tattoo on his hip. It’s an old looking crest symbol of a lion.

“Shit girl,” Griff growls a little. “That’s one of my oldest. Got it back where I’m from. It represents my family name.”

“Where are you from? What’s your family name?” she pops back up and asks.

With a sly grin Griff shakes his head ‘no.’

“One question for each piece of clothing. Bra. Off.”

She blushes but she knows he’s right, and she removes her bra. Griff stops the “game” for a moment to pleasure her chest, and he slowly pushes her back to lie on her back.

The back of his head still has aloe on it, and when she gasps and reaches to clutch onto his head, her hands get covered in sticky aloe.

She feels his fangs touch sensitive skin, and it’s a tiny scrape sensation to add with his beard. Griff lightly blows on her chest and neck where his mouth has been and she shudders.

“One more,” he smiles.

For support to look up, she grabs on to his bicep and points to one there. It’s a simple outline of an anchor.

“Why do you have an anchor tattoo?” she giggles.

“Shit, I’m about to get ya naked and you’re bustin’ my chops,” he winks. “Got that one when that was the tattoo style to get. Didn’t know at the time that they’d show up everywhere. Now…where was I?” Griff purrs and leans down and kisses a trail down her chest and on her stomach. He bites her panties and pulls them down, his fangs poke two small holes in the fabric as he pulls.

He slides them off her legs and tosses them behind him. He drinks in the sight and licks his lips. His fangs glint in the light.

“I’m gonna take you traveling,” Griff purrs in her ear.

“How will you get blood?” she chokes out, her heart is pounding with anticipation. Griff pulls off his boxers and lays on top of her.

“I was only planning on getting blood from there once. I kept coming back to see you. I’ll find ways.”

Griff moves, and he drinks in her sigh. Her blood is hot, her skin is covered in sweat and goosebumps.

He’s centuries old and has had dozens of women – but he will never tire of how good it feels to bring pleasure to a woman. Especially one he cares about. And he cares for this girl. He’s only known her for a few months but he’s lived long enough to know a feeling.

He feels it in his gut, but also it’s how she feels in his arms.

Afterwards he smooths her hair out of her face.

“So when do you wanna go to with me? And travel?”

“I’ll quit tomorrow,” she grins. She giggles and curls into his arms. “Traveling the world with a vampire. Sounds like a book or movie or something.”

“I’ve read a book like it. Don’t waste your time. It’s shit. I’m much more entertaining,” he teases and kisses her forehead.

Griff sighs as she falls asleep in his arms. It’s a risk he always takes when he meets a girl. He wants it to be her choice if she wants to become like him. He doesn’t let the dark thoughts creep in yet. For now he’ll enjoy holding her and plan where he wants to take her. He’s been all over the world but it’s always exciting to share it with someone new. He’s discovered tricks and found places to go at night.

He feels good about this. About her. About his receptionist.

[xthexrevenantx]

😊 💙 ❤️ 📚 🍳 🐯

8O… That was super fast. HOW DARE YOU BE SO KIND TO ME? CALLING YOU OUT RIGHT NOW!!! I’m gonna come through the screen and fffff…. Roll on your floor!

Mun vs Muse Meme || Send A Symbol.

😊 ~ What makes the mun and muse happiest? 

Mun casually glances over at the muse.

“Huh?”

Mun:Yes, you! That fucked up being spawn from Kazuki Takahashi’s brain 8D Do I need to say more? Also buns, roleplaying, socializing… I think that covers most of it. Biking around the country….. Buns… All things concerned BUNS.

Also, psychopaths.. That might sound messed up, but I’m endlessly fascinated about everything to do with psychopaths.————————————————————————————————— Muse:“Destruction is what makes me happy.” As always the answer coming from him seemed to be very much the same. 

“I don’t have a need for anything or anyone else.” The answer resounding so assured.

He’s lying and he needs to shut the fuck up because he doesn’t know what’s good for him! D8 Lying bastard pants on fire. >.>’

💙 ~What is one thing that can calm down the mun and muse? Is it a person, thing, or place? 

Mun casually glances over at the muse again.

“You gotta stop doing that.”

Never! :D… But… Ummm… 

Mun:If I’m really, REALLY and thoroughly upset or scared about/of something, there isn’t really anything that can calm me down. I’m a pretty angst-y person so it doesn’t take all that much. Or it is either that shit doesn’t get to me at all and I don’t care.. 

So it’s pretty black-and-white on that part. I’m really worrisome and once I’m convinced I have something to worry about it’s next to near impossible to change my mind about it. For anything that I /can/ be calmed about… Go back to step one *Casually just continues glancing at the favorite psychopath again*————————————————————————————————— Muse:“As for me, I don’t get worked up easily, I am detached from emotion and I have a natural lack of fear, as all psychopaths do..” Marik said. 

“But when I do get angry about something, I get infuriated and there is nothing to stop the flame from going into a fire. I guess what it comes down to is that I don’t have a something, or a someone to calm me down.”

❤️ ~ How does the mun and muse approach romantic relationships? Is either currently in a relationship or do they have a crush?

Mun:I think we have this answered somewhere, the other ask [from you also] that elaborated on a few romantic questions about the muse… I am actually very much the same as him on that aspect. I would invite a romantic interest over on a much more occasion than I would a friend and try to become as close as possible to them. Without interfering in other friendships they have, but I would like to be in their inner circle and then take it from there.

I think time is really a key-aspect as it /enforces/ (maybe wrong word?) bonding between two people. I think you, subconsciously or not, open up hidden pathways of letting someone into your inner sanctuary when they are the one friend you spend the most time with. And I think that a lot of times it eventually evolves into romantic feelings. So that is how I would approach someone if I’d like to get romantically involved with them, with patience and time and generally being around I guess.

Now if we’re talking from the aspect of already being in a romantic relationship, you are my world. And I will do anything for you. You know, that guy in the movies who is bringing chocolates to your door? And flowers? That is me.

I will give you the time of day and I will show up consistently and call you and/or text you if we haven’t seen each other in a while. I like to do all those extra little things that a significant other wouldn’t expect coming and show them how special and loved they are. Guess I’m very romantic on the giving aspect. I am currently not in a relationship because Marik won’t accept my marriage proposal.————————————————————————————————— Muse:Muse grumbles and tilted his head, looking away. As if not wanting to answer the question. “To be honest, I don’t really quite know what potentially could be added to what is already stated.” He said,

“As stated before, we don’t believe in crushes or at least they haven’t happened to either of us.. In a relationship I suppose I would enjoy the others presence around me and therefore 9 out of 10 times when I’m spending time with a person I will naturally stand closer to my significant other.” He revealed.

Subconsciously or not, he would also be paying closer attention to the person he’d consider his other half. “I’m not as overly affectionate as the Mun, but I do like to leave around little hints of acts that although I may not show it 24/7, at the end of the day they will be the person I return to.” One could say he’s a bit more reserved when you compare it to your general romantic relationship.

📚 ~ What sorts of books do the mun and muse like to read? Do you they have a favorite author or book?Mun:Your. Writing..I don’t read unfortunately, outside of what I receive on my threads that is. My attention span is fucked and when I try to read I jump all over the page randomly and I can’t follow what the story is about. Kinda like when you wanted to watch a movie, but you’ve missed the intro and can’t catch on what it’s about.

I like to read about things that really happened, or fictional drama. Things that generally could, and do happen to people in real life. The last story I read was really devastating, about someone who did not know they had BPD and spent a decent amount of their life looking for what was wrong with them and it took so long to figure it out and all the while I read my heart bled for her. She went from place to place, and the same destructive pattern kept repeating until it was finally pinpointed what had been faulty. I am in pain. Help me.

Despite that I do not have BPD, I did lose all of my teenage years to mental illness so I definitely understand just what she had lost. I digress, guess the short answer could have been I like reading about real life events/Autobiographies.. Cuz I want to know what’s happening in other peoples lives. 

But since I don’t currently read, I don’t have a favorite author. I don’t really have a favorite story either as each one of them are so personal I can’t pick and I feel it wouldn’t be fair even if I could. But I do have a favorite fictional childhood story that I still obsess over secretly to this day because I love it so much.————————————————————————————————— Muse:“I generally like reading about supernatural, a slight favoritism towards Vampires.” Marik answered. “But I would attempt anything surrounding the dark aesthetic natured kind of stuff.”

“I kind of like reading about murder cases also - Fictional. For as far as I know they do not have anything on the real ones. It’s always interesting to read and see if the antagonist is getting away with it or if they find themselves captured.”

🍳 ~ What are the mun’s and muse’s favorite foods? 

Mun:Sushi..! But it does generally change, more that it depends on what I feel like seasonally, (but not bound to any actual season) tho, that being said.. I do have a few dishes that I’ll always come back to and Sushi is one of them. 

Oysters are quite delicious as well, I find them to be. But don’t eat 10 of them altogether… They are not meant to be consumed that way. Potato variation is also a dish I really love. And sometimes I just randomly have a need for Macaroni or spaghetti and I will eat that for a week or two xP

I also love the same white rice used for sushi, mixed together with yellow mayonnaise… But I can’t eat it because of digestive stomach problems that my bowel will react awfully to the rice that I would feel terrible bodily-wise and I’d have to fast for 3 days to get it out of my system. So… It’s a no-no.————————————————————————————————— Muse:“I like the traditional dish of Egypt, Koshary. And I like to poke fun at the fact I can eat it and Mun can’t because it’s basically rice.”

🐯 ~What animals would best be associated with the mun and muse? 

Mun:Elephant. I really connect on the level of care that they have for their surroundings and their family. For me my family, pets and friends come first before anything else. ᴮᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᴵ ʳᵉᵃᶫᶦᶻᵉᵈ ʰᵒʷ ˢʰᶦᵗᵗʸ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵐᶦᶫʸ ᶦˢ ʰᵒʷᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶰᵒ ᶫᵒᶰᵍᵉʳ ᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗ⋅They really click with me with their mentality of ‘Live & let live.’ and don’t do shit to others that you wouldn’t like having brought upon yourself. They look out for each other in many ways.————————————————————————————————— Muse:“A snake. Because they seem so harmless but are one of the most resilient creatures of this planet, I believe.” He elaborated on the given choice of answer. “They are also silent, and very sneaky and are equipped rather richly, I find, despite that they do not have arms, they can turn so lethal in a split second.”

[bapyess1r]

O!RUL8, 2?   00:02

Arya’s P.O.V

“So wait, tell me about this boy again.” Zac said as he pulled a beer from the fridge.

“Why? It’s not like you’ll date him.” Carlos chuckled as he dusted the elote onto the cobs of corn.

“Carly, be nice.” Briahna said in a motherly voice, cooking the beef for the tacos. Zac flipped him off which Carlos happily returned.

“There’s not much to tell,” I sighed dipping chips into peach-mango salsa. “It was a very brief encounter…”

“Uh huh- and does Myke know about your little encounter?” Zac giggled. I gave him a stern look as the door knocked. I got up to answered the door yelling ‘who is it?’.

“Who else do you know here?” I heard Myke’s voice from the other side chuckle.

“We don’t like tall attractive black people here so I’m afraid you’ll have to leave.” Zac yelled causing us to giggle a little.

“Guess I’ll have to take Arya with me then, huh?” Myke replied as I opened the door, his tall, lanky body leaning in the doorway sexily. “Hey you!” he said kissing me deeply, running his hands all over me.

“Mmm…..hey yourself.” I said catching my breath, closing the door behind him.

“I brought tequila and marijuana.” he said proudly, holding up a brown bag full of goodies.

“I can always use more green in my life.” Zac said with a huge smile. He grabbed the small plastic bag out of the brown bag and began to roll up instantly.

“Of course you can. Roll up enough for everbody,” he said and I sat down next to Zac and began to assist. “So look yall….I know you’re all probably tired from it being your first day here and you’re all probably jet lagged like a muh-fuck, buuuut…..”

“Christ on a bike, here we go…” Briahna sighed.

“I got us invites to this house party down on Sunset. Y’all in?” Myke asked.

The house gave mixed reviews on that one. Carlos suddenly yelled out above everyone so he could ask the make or break question.

“Will there be free booze…..?” he asked, quite seriously.

“Absolutely.”

“I’m in.”

“That was quick.” I said crossing my arms as Myke hugged me from behind. For once I dreaded going to a party. I was so tired, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I just wanted to end the day with eating myself into a coma.

We completed rolling up and then we all sectioned off to get dressed. Briahna and I spent longer than we ever had getting dressed. Going to a party in Virginia is one thing but we were in California now. We had to do significantly better. She put on a black tulle dress and a leather jacket paired with fishnet tights and boots. Her hair was twirled to perfection, teal strands of hair intertwining with her dark tresses. Her dusty blue eyes surrounded by rings of black smoke. She was beautiful and I was jealous. I wasn’t ugly by any means but my insecurity makes me believe otherwise at times. “So what are you wearing tonight?” She asked as she sat on the bed checking her phone. I answered with silence as I stared at my closet unimpressed by anything in there. “Oook- why don’t you wear that top you bought when we went shopping before we left? That black one with spaghetti straps and the sheer pieces on it?” I tilted my head as I began to piece together what to wear with that…… I went to my drawer to pull out the top and I put it on, staring at myself in the mirror for what seemed like forever, hoping that an outfit would just come to me. I could see Briahna in my peripheral pulling on her eyebrow piercing lightly. “You gonna put some pants on with that?” she exclaimed causing me to just laugh uncontrollably for no reason.

“Yeah.” I sniffled. “Um….how bout you just do my whole outfit, bud-D?”

“How bout you just go on instagram?” she retorted.

“Touche….” I said.

Zac’s P.O.V

 I spent more time in the bathroom than usual. I was fresh out the Air Force and after taking some time to grow my hair back to normal, I decided it had been long enough and I deserved to date again…. “I’m officially on the market as of tonight.” I announced as I smoothed my lame excuse for facial hair down and adjusted my blazer. My friends cheered in the background before I turned around to get there approval. “So…. how do I look? Too much?”

“I like it.” Myke said simply before sipping his tequila.

“Of course you do.” Carlos chuckled.

“There’s nothing wrong with what he’s got on.” Myke retorted.

“If you’re asking me, it’s just a house party bro. Pick one. The blazer, or the shirt. One gotta go. Personally, I think you don’t need the blazer. You got on a heart printed collar shirt for christ sake. And the slacks are velvet. You don’t wanna be too fancy.” Carlos said. Unfortunately the fucker was right. Myke had a torn up grey sweater and a faded leather jacket with worn boots. Carlos chose a dark grey blazer with a striped t shirt and some slacks that he rolled up to his calves. And here I was wearing damn near wearing a whole suit. I took his advice and lost the jacket and tie. I returned to the mirror and unbuttoned the top and rolled up my sleeves. I stared long and hard as I wiped the light condensation off of my forehead.

“Bro don’t sweat it. Any guy would be more than lucky to hold your attention for even 5 seconds.” Myke said coming to my side and rubbing my shoulder.

“Uh huh. I see how you picked up Arya now. You have the tongue of the devil, you know that?” I chuckled turning to him to dap him up and pat his shoulder.

“Clearly I’m not silver tongued enough. She won’t date me. But she’ll fuck my brains out….” he said in a slight melancholic tone.

“Now that’s a little cold, bro. She cares about you but you gotta understand. She’s been in a lot of relationships back home. She’s enjoying her freedom. She’s just afraid to lose you, I think.” Carlos said taking a hit of his blunt.

“Ary just wants to make it.” I chuckled.

“Shit, don’t we all?” Myke grunted.

“Amen to that brother.” Carlos said raising his red cup. We all rose our cups to toast to making it.

“So!” Myke stood up to clap and grab everyone’s attention. “Imma call a van. Cuz I don’t know about you guys but I’m tryna get fucked up.” I nodded in heavy agreement and went out to the kitchen to pour myself another cup of tequila. Arya walked out looking gorgeous as always. Red lips, highlighted to the gods, eyeliner so sharp it could cut your soul; her hair was curly and sunkissed and she wore this sheer bodice and floral printed silky joggers paired with red strappy heels. I wolf whistled, staggering towards her and Briahna, picking up the bottle on the way.

“Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitttttccccchhhhhhh!!!! Yes, queens. You look gorgeous! Ugh! Sometimes I wanna be a girl but then I realize I like my dick too much.” I joked as I began to pour drinks for us all.

“You think you might find the one tonight?” Briahna asked me.

“Meehhh there’s a possibility. I’m not giving my hopes up early. It’s my first night out, I’m ready to just enjoy this. It’s gonna be as epic as I make it.” I smiled. I tried my best to believe that. Carlos came out and hugged Briahna sweetly before Myke announced that the van was out front.

We arrived at the party and so far everything was copasetic. The lights were of pink and purple and blue….neon signs and LEDs hanging from every corner of the house, smoke from weed and cigarettes clouded the air. Music was blasting into every crevice. I probably should’ve asked whose house we were at but I figured since we were invited it wasn’t like we weren’t supposed to be there. I branched off all of maybe five feet from my group. Just to let the people see me and know I was there. Then the anxiety set and I panicked so I casually but quickly stepped back to Arya and Myke’s side. Myke obviously noticed I chickened out and gave me a wide grin, tossing his head back in boisterous laughter. “Oh shut up!” I groaned taking my cup to the head and taking a drag of my cigarette. I looked around nervously and went to get some more of that trainwreck of a cocktail they claimed was jungle juice. Clearly it was cough medicine mixed with gasoline. I could hardly feel my face after one cup. I let my cigarette dangle between my lips and as I tried to scoop some fruit and gummy bears into my cup, I got the strong feeling. You know the one. The one when it feels like someone was watching you. I looked around in an almost paranoid manner. Attempting to find the source, I found myself locking eyes with an amber haired minx. His nose was thin and his skin was clear and smooth. His eyes were tightly lined with black and undressing me. I felt my chest tighten up as I noticed his muscles through his loosely knitted sweater. He licked his lower lip as he eyeballed me across the room. I was amused so I smirked, removing the cigarette from my lips to take a big swig of jungle juice before joining my friends again.

“Oh my god.” she gasped.

“What?” I replied, hardly paying attention. I was still analyzing the asian gorgeousness by the wall.

“You’ve got sex eyes!” she shouted. With that, I looked at her with embarrassment.

“Well Jesus Christ, Arya! Just shout it to the world why don’t you!” I exclaimed.

“How drunk are you buddy?” Myke asked.

“Drunk enough.” I said confidently, shot gunning my drink. “How do I look?”

“You look wonderful, now go get him!” Arya smiled.

“Yes! Go get him with your sexy ass!” Myke added, totally making me feel like I could do anything. With that, I headed his way.

[stardust2003]

Madferit: The Novel - Chapter 25

           The day had finally come...well almost finally come anyway. The album was set to be released in one day and everyone was counting down the final hours.

To ring in this highly anticipated event, the boys decided they'd do a free and private gig at the Virgin Megastore in London. Approximately three-hundred lucky fans would be invited inside at midnight to help Oasis unveil their sophomore album to a very suspecting public.

They wouldn't be helping the whole Oasis though – just a few select members. Liam and Noel were a given, of course, but then there was a matter of their accompaniment. It was going to be an acoustic gig with Liam on vocals, Noel on guitar and backup vocals (with at least one chance for a solo vocal performance), and Alan on drums. Guigsy was still out of commission with no word on when he'd return. There was still no need for Scott or Bonehead though. An acoustic set doesn't need two fucking guitars and sure as hell doesn't need a fucking bass.

Bet you can't guess whose philosophy that last statement was.

Regardless, Bonehead and Scott weren't too bothered and decided to spend their last bit of free time with their respective women and families. The bus was scheduled to leave for Blackpool only hours after the launch party to begin a week-long tour in England before jetting off Stateside.

No stop in Cleveland this time around. Pittsburgh though. And David Letterman.

The boys were so excited about the evening they started partying as soon as they woke up on October first. Not that that was unusual or anything.

I stayed away from it all. Somebody had to. And technically I was still part of the management/baby-sitting crew. I didn't mind it though. I liked having a clear head. Liam and Noel got decidedly Freudian when they were on the goodtime, both believing it helped them focus on stage. The paranoia usually didn't come until the after parties when they were just trying to stay awake and keep going.

They were used to hangovers.

"We're Irish for fuck's sake!"

And they were good at just sleeping off whatever chemicals they pumped into their systems. Afterwards came the requests for bacon sandwiches and tea...and on the rare occasion, whining for their mother's cakes.

People crowded in as close as they were allowed up to the stage inside the store. There was still time to wait before three lovely lads graced them with their presence.

I hung with said lads in some back room of the store that was functioning as their dressing room. Each of them had emptied at least two of the provided green bottles and sent at least one little baggy of a certain white powder up their nose.

"Can't remember the words now." Liam said with a slight grin. "I'm off me tits!"

It was hard to tell if he was joking or not. Even when he could remember the words, he'd still fuck them up on purpose sometimes just to piss Noel off.

He was making me nervous. I have no idea why though. I'd seen him drunk and high so many times I lost count.

Still, some part of me felt this need to worry about him.

"Well ya better fuckin' remember 'em, ya cunt!" Noel barked. "You'll not fuck up this gig, d'ya hear me?"

"Alright!" Liam yelled back. "Just keep your fuckin' shirt on!"

"You-"

"Alright that's enough!" Alan screamed as he jumped between the two of them to prevent either one from lunging at the other. "Jesus Christ! Your mum's here!"

"You what?" Noel looked at him curiously.

"I'm here!" A familiar Irish voice replied.

We all turned to see Peggy standing in the doorway.

"Mam!" Liam exclaimed as he ran over to her. He threw his arms around her, wrapping her as tight as he could. "I've missed you so fuckin' much! I'm so glad you're here! This is all because a you, Mam! If it weren't for you we wouldn't even be here!"

"I know." She agreed with that soft smile of hers.

He sniffed. "I'm so happy, Mam! You've no idea." He sniffed again. And again. I thought it was just his nose acting up from all the blow but then I realized...

He was crying.

Tears of joy, of course. And rightfully warranted. Peggy took the liberty of wiping them away for him.

"How'd ya get here?" Noel asked her after Liam was taken care of. "I know we wanted ya to come but-"

"Your Meg." She cut him off. "Sorted my train ticket."

"She what?!"

"You heard her, Noel." I piped up trying not to let the start of my anger show. "Don't make her repeat herself."

He looked at me, those blue eyes filling with shock. "I had no idea-"

"Course you didn't." I finished his sentence and then went across the room to talk to Maggie.

"He's not lying, you know." Maggie informed me. "Meg took it upon herself to arrange Peggy's ticket. Thought it'd be a nice gesture since she's never been to London. Plus she thought Noel'd like the idea."

I rolled my eyes. "So let me get this straight." I began. "I've fucked up my chances with keeping Noel because I didn't think to send for his mother? I just figured-"

"Come on, Addie! Don't be ridiculous! You know Noel cares about you and so does Peggy. Trust me, she was going to be here regardless of who got her here. This is a big day for them. There's no way she'd miss it."

I knew she was right but I still couldn't help worrying. "Is Meg coming?"

"Not that I'm aware of." She replied. "She knows the boys are leaving tomorrow for Blackpool and there really isn't much time to dick around."

"Yeah." I said softly.

"He's yours, Adds. Trust me."

I breathed a small sigh of relief. Maggie wouldn't lie to me. She wouldn't bull shit, even for the band.

The clock was about a minute away from striking midnight. I followed the guys to the side of the stage.

The crowd went insane when they finally came out, with Liam leading the way.

"I can't remember the words, right?" He informed them. "I'm off me tits!"

'He's joking.' I hopefully thought. 'He's just joking.'

He sauntered around in typical Liam fashion while Noel and Alan took their places on stage.

"Does this guitar sound alright?" Noel asked the audience after he sat down and gave it a strum.

Whether it did or not didn't seem to matter. People went nuts just hearing him speak. And goodness knows I did too.

The set began and Liam actually remembered the lyrics...for the most part anyway. He fucked up the words but it really didn't seem any different than the other times.

I mouthed along with him and Noel when it came time for Noel's solo thing. Their voices were beautiful, the energy was breathtaking...until it all went to shit.

"It needs to go faster!" Liam told Noel when he got a break between lyrics.

"It is goin' fast!" Noel said. "You're the one that's slow!"

"Fuck off!"

"What the fuck is he doing?!" I thought out loud as I watched him walk off the stage. I went to follow him but Maggie stopped me.

"Just let him go, Addie!" She said. "It's better to let him go cool down and be away from Noel for a bit."

"Are you kidding me?! He's off his fucking head on God only knows what. There's no way I'm gonna let him go off on his own!"

She tried to argue with me but I didn't have time to stick around. I had no fucking clue why I cared. Why I gave so much of a shit about him.

"Liam! Wait!" I called as I chased after him.

"Not now, Tix. I need a fag." He replied.

"I'll go with you."

He smiled at that and stopped to let me catch up. He led us out the door where we were greeted by a small group of journalists.

"Liam!" One said. "How d'you think the new album's gonna do?"

"It's gonna do good, yeah." Liam replied.

There were other questions, one of which was about Blur.

"There's no rivalry." He said as we walked on. "It took them five years to get to number one, while it only took us twelve fuckin' months. Our Kid was a daft cunt for what he said, a proper knobhead. And I gave him a good crack for it. Ya can't see it though 'cuz he's got too much make-up on."

The journalists kept walking right with us and seemed pushy without being pushy. Pesky was probably the better word.

And Liam played nice...for about a minute.

"Are ya done askin' me questions now?" He asked as politely as he possibly could without sounding too pissed off.

"Yeah." A couple of them replied.

"Good. C'mon, Tixie!" He grabbed my hand and led us off down the street.

The air was cool and the street was quiet as we continued on our journey. I didn't know where we were going but at that point I really didn't care.

"Can we stop for a minute?" Liam asked.

"Sure." I replied looking at him. I furrowed my eyebrows in concern. "Are you alright?"

He looked like he was about to pass out. His eyelids were half closed and his breathing appeared a bit slow.

"Yeah." He nodded slowly. "I can go all night, me. I just want a chance to...wanna finish me fag and that...pl-please."

"Okay."

He leaned back against the brick of some building and put his cigarette between his lips. He sucked hard on a drag and then blew out a large cloud of smoke.

Things were quiet for a few seconds until he finally spoke.

"Does Our Kid know ya come after me?" He asked.

"He probably does by now." I replied.

He shook his head. "There's a reason you're here and it's nothin' to do with havin' a fuckin' smoke! Why ya doin' this to me, Tixie? Why the fuck won't ya take me back?!"

"Liam-"

"I'm sorry I fucked Patsy! Honest to God! She don't mean nothin'. She's just an easy fuck. Her fanny's so fuckin' loose 'cuz she's already had a kid and that but you..." He stepped closer to me. "You're so fuckin' tight and so fuckin' warm!"

"Stop it!" I snapped as I pushed him away from trying to kiss me.

"I can't bloody stop!" He argued. "I love you, Tixie. I always have."

"Liam, you're drunk. And high. And clearly worn out-"

"No I'm not! I love ya even when I'm sober. Bet our Noel can't even give ya that."

I honestly didn't know. They spent so much of their time off their tits it was hard to tell what they meant and what they didn't.

"We should go back to the house." I said trying to change the subject. "And get you to bed. You've got a big day tomor- well actually today."

Supernova Heights was completely empty when we arrived. Noel and Alan must've still been out and I wasn't arsed to stay up and wait for them.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed as I helped Liam catch himself from falling as we entered the guestroom. "Let's sit down on the bed."

"I don't need your fuckin' help!" He said as I began untying his shoes. "I can do it me fuckin' self."

"Right. And fall over on your head in the process."

He scrunched his eyebrows at me.

I smirked a little as I went for the top button of his shirt.

"Nah!" He slapped my hand away.

"What?" I said curiously. "You don't wanna take your shirt off?"

"No I don't." He replied.

"Thought you said you didn't like sleepin' with clothes on?"

"Fuck off, Tix! Stop rippin' the fuckin' piss outta me, alright? Jesus!"

I sighed as I looked at him.

He scrunched his eyebrows again and winced in pain. He looked up and his blue eyes had that famous dead stare. "Ya need to tell Noel to fix...hire a bloody contractor or summat...and fix the fuckin'..." He leaned over a bit.

"Liam?" I said trying not to panic. "What's-"

"Why's this room spinnin' so fuckin' fast?" He asked. "What's Noel done to make it..." He leaned over to his left towards the head of the bed.

"Come on!" I told him as I grabbed his shoulders and repositioned him. "Let's get you laid down."

I helped him lay down on his back with his head gently cradled by the pillows. "Do you think you're gonna get sick?" I asked.

"No." He replied as he shook his head. "I'll be alright. I just...fuck me!" He grabbed his stomach and winced in pain again.

"Better go grab the trash can." I sighed as I got up and went into the bathroom.

I got Liam situated and then left to go to bed.

"What the fuck is this?" A familiar voice asked as soon as I stepped out into the hallway.

"Liam's sick." I informed him.

"Sick? The fuck he's sick! Not when there's a tour startin' in about twelve fuckin' hours!"

"Noel-"

"The fuck you doin' in there with him?" He asked pointing at the guestroom. "Did you fuck him?"

"Of course not!" I defended. "I told you. He's drunk. Can hardly frickin' stand on his own. I'm his baby-sitter, remember?"

He tutted and shook his head. "C'mon! Let's just go to bed."

"You're my baby-sitter too, y'know." Noel said as he wrapped his arms around me while we lay in the darkness. "How d'ya think I felt when ya fucked off tonight and left me all alone at that party?"

"I'm sure you did alright without me." I replied.

"The fuck I did! I missed you, Adds. So fuckin' much. And tonight was meant to be special for you and me. It was the release of the album...your album."

I turned to face him. Hearing him say something like that was enough to make me.

"Please say you're comin' with us tomorrow." He continued. "Well, today really. I can't-"

"Yes I'm coming." I told him.

He chuckled. "Good. It's not like you would've had a choice anyway."

"Oh!" I playfully slapped him.

We lay there quietly for a second until Noel planted his lips on mine. The bed creaked as he got on top of me.

His hard on poked my inner thigh through his boxers. He began swinging his hips on mine, causing just a bit of lovely friction.

I cupped my hands around the back of his head as I pulled his face closer to mine. I reached down and pulled his boxers down just enough to free his throbbing cock.

"We need this!" He said breathlessly as he sucked on my neck. "We need this so fuckin' much!"

He moved his hands and grabbed the waistband of my underwear to pull them down as well.

I held my breath as he slid inside me. I gripped the back of his head and tightened my legs around his hips as his began to swing.

We moaned opposite each other until we finally found our rhythm. It was a bit surprising how in sync we really were.

We kept going and going until Noel's body froze up.

'This must be it.' I thought. I was starting to find it easier to read him.

He pulled out as quick as he could.

"Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed as he tried to untangle himself from the blankets.

"Noel?" I said as I sat up. "What's-"

"I need to use the toilet! Now!"

"Okay. Let me help you-"

"Don't touch me!" He yelled as he pushed me away.

"Alright fine!" I said as I moved out of his way.

He freed himself and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

I sighed as I thought about what just happened. Was I that bad or something?

Things were silent until the toilet flushed about a minute later. The bathroom door opened and Noel reappeared.

"Are you afraid to come at me or something?" I asked after he got comfortable in bed.

"No!" He replied with a defensive huff. "But I'm sure as hell not gonna risk ya gettin' pregnant!"

"Well you don't need to worry about that too much. I'm on the Pill."

"You what?"

"I'm on the Pill." I repeated. "Have been for a while."

"Why the fuck didn't ya tell me?!" He yelled.

"I figured you already knew. Why else wouldn't I bug ya about using condoms?"

He grunted as he pulled the blankets up more and adjusted his head on the pillows. "Make me worry for nothin'!" He muttered.

"Yeah!" I sarcastically agreed.

We fell asleep quickly but it didn't last long...for me anyway.

I gasped when I heard the door creak open.

"Tixie? Tixie!"

I watched him as he crept into the room. He had his coat on from earlier but I could see he wasn't wearing his jeans.

"Scoot over!" He said when he was finally at the side of the bed. "Please?"

"No!" I barked as quietly as I could. "Absolutely-"

"Please Tixie! I can't sleep down the hall. It's too fuckin' scary! Noel keeps his monsters in the cupboard and they'll jump out when I close my eyes!"

"Oh for-"

"Scoot over, Tix. Please!" He said as he pushed me. "Just enough to give us some-"

"What the fuck's goin' on?" Noel said groggily. "Addie, why's your arse in my fuckin' stomach?"

I went to speak but then he looked up and realized...

"What the fuck're ya doin' in here?! And why the fuck...fuckin' hell! Are you naked?!"

"No! I-"

"You fuckin' prick!" Noel bellowed as he jumped out of bed and grabbed him. "Ya think you're gonna come in here and have it off with my bird, eh?"

"No!" Liam cried. "I was just-"

"Fuck off! She's mine, you dickhead! So lay the fuck off!"

"Ow! Fuck!" Liam yelled as Noel twisted his arm. "Jesus!"

"Stop it Noel!" I screamed as I grabbed him and tried pulling him back.

He was shorter than Liam although not by much and when he got enough power going he was really quite strong.

"Fuck off back down the hall or I'll fuckin' put ya there me self!" He barked at his younger brother. "Fuckin' pervert! Ya've got Patsy now, ya dickhead. Fuckin' go have it off with her!"

"Gladly!" Liam barked back. "I wouldn't fuck your missus even if me life depended on it. Cheap slag!"

I tried not to let that last bit bother me. It was just the drugs and alcohol. Just the anger between the two brothers. It would pass. It would-

"C'mon, let's go to bed." Noel said after Liam had exited the room. "For real this time."

"Okay." I replied softly.

We crawled back in bed and fell right back to sleep as if nothing happened.

I was up the next morning before Noel and decided to take a shower. I hoped it would wash away all the guilt, all the sadness I'd been feeling since the previous night.

The bathroom was quiet except for the sound of the water running...until the door swung open.

"Is there room in here for me?" Noel asked after he popped his head inside the shower door.

"Suppose so." I replied. "But I'm nearly finished."

"Not if I'm joinin' ya!"

I giggled as he got in and walked towards me.

"Has this water gone cold yet?" He asked nodding at the temperature control.

"No not yet." I told him.

He smiled. "Good. What'd ya do with my shampoo and that?"

"I haven't done anything with it."

"Yes ya have! You've fuckin' taken over in here and moved all my stuff."

"No I didn't." I said.

"Yes ya did!" He argued.

"No I didn't!"

"Yes ya-" He stopped when he looked past me and saw the bottles sitting on the shelf. "Oh. There they are!"

"Yeah. Right where you left them!" I said.

He nodded. "Pass us that one on the left."

I picked it up and looked at it for a second.

"C'mon, Adds! Give it- OI!" He exclaimed as I shoved his head under the water. "What're you fuckin'-"

"I'm your baby-sitter, remember?" I said as I ran through my hands through his hair to get it all wet. "I'm just doing my job."

"Well ya can be a bit more gentler, can't ya? And ya better not get any soap in my eyes!"

"I won't."

I got his hair wet good enough and then poured a blob of his shampoo into my palm. I lathered up and rinsed his hair as well as I thought I could then set to work on his neck down.

"Ya better be even gentler now." He warned as I scrubbed my way to his waist. "You're enterin' pretty special territory there."

I hummed in agreement and then got to it.

He moaned a little as I began washing that "special" place. The start of his semi was quickly on the rise but I tried not to pay it any attention.

As much as he wanted to, Noel thought it best we didn't dick around. We had to keep moving. The bus was headed to Blackpool in only a few hours.

"He better have his shit packed!" Noel said as he pointed towards the wall that separated the two bedrooms. "We haven't got time to arse about."

"I know." I agreed. "I'll go check on him."

I left Noel to finish packing his suitcase and headed down the hall. "Liam?" I said as I knocked on the door. "Liam?"

No answer so my only option was to let myself in.

I rolled my eyes at the sight of him laying stomach down on the bed, bare ass up for the world to see.

"Liam." I said as I approached him. "Come on! It's time to get up."

He lay there breathing quietly.

I put my hand on his shoulder and shook him. "Liam!"

He gasped and his eyes shot open. "Not now, Tix!" He groaned as he closed his eyes. "I'm too fuckin' knackered. I've only just fallen asleep!"

"Well you can sleep on the bus." I informed him. "Come on! We've gotta get a move on."

"Five minutes more. There's no harm in that, is there?"

I sighed as I looked at him. He looked like such an innocent angel. So childlike. It was no wonder Peggy had such a hard time telling him no.

"Alright." I said.

"Ta." He replied quietly.

I smirked and then went and sat down on the empty side of the bed. I crossed my legs pretzel-style and then began rubbing my fingers up and down his back.

He squeezed his shoulder blades together and sighed contentedly. "I knew ya'd come back." He said softly.

"No." I corrected him. "I came to get your ass up."

"Same difference."

I chuckled at that as I continued to run my fingers along his warm, smooth skin. It was so peaceful...for a few seconds anyway.

"GET THE FUCK UP AND GET A FUCKIN' MOVE ON!" Noel bellowed. "YOU'LL NOT MAKE US LATE!"

"Why the fuck're his knickers in such a twist?" Liam asked. "We've plenty of time to get to Blackpool."

"Well that may be so but you know how he can be." I replied. "Come on! Get your clothes on and let's go."

We loaded up the bus and promptly pulled out of London. Noel and I sat together on the couch while he played his acoustic guitar and I just listened. Bonehead and Alan sat gazing out the window across the aisle while Scott had his face buried in a newspaper.

Liam was fast asleep on the other side of me, stretching out and pushing me into Noel.

"What the fuck?" Noel grumbled as it interrupted his playing. He looked over at Liam. "What the-"

"Just let him be." I said as I held my hand up to keep him back.

I was enjoying the quiet and deep down, I think they were too.

Liam started to stir about an hour later. I watched as he slowly woke up and opened his eyes.

"Jesus!" He exclaimed at the sight of something. He quickly sat up and pushed into me as he tried to get far away from whatever the heck-

"What the fuck're ya doin'?!" Noel yelled as he caught his guitar after Liam caused him to nearly drop it.

"Kill it, Tixie!" Liam said to me panicked. "You've gotta fuckin' kill it!"

"Kill what?" I asked curiously.

"The fuckin' spider! Fuckin' cunt come crawlin' in the window, scared the fuckin' shit outta me!"

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Noel said.

"Ya've gotta fuckin' kill it, Tixie!" Liam continued. "We can't let it stay on the bus. What if it's come in to lay its eggs or summat? Then we'll have a million fuckin' little ones runnin' 'round and-"

"Where is it?" I asked trying to keep him calm.

"Over there!" He pointed. "On the side a the window."

I went over to look and there it was.

"It's on the outside, Liam." I informed him. "So you've nothing to worry about."

"Yes I do! What if it comes inside?"

"Don't open the window and it won't."

"But-"

"Just do what she says Our Kid and get the fuck over it!" Noel cut him off. "And find me a new pick since you've made me lose me other one." He flipped his guitar upside down to try and get the pick out from falling inside the sound hole.

But Liam didn't listen and just sat there watching his brother try to retrieve his old one. I watched as well. It was too entertaining not to.

Noel shook the guitar again and out came the pick.

I relaxed a little while waiting for the music to start up again as the bus rolled on to Blackpool.