#evil . evil things you are doing to me minnie (i kiss you)

[madaqueue]

so when can we start asking about quinzai ~

MINNIE FNDJCJDJJCD EVERY TIME YOU SEND ME SOMETHING NEW ABT HIM FEELS LIKE AN ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE CKDKCKDKCKDN (i love you i need him so badly . so badly) (quinzai will be here … sooner than i would like ZcjdkfjdjdnDKDKFK)

[spacedlexi]

As someone who loves both Kenny and Violet, I feel like I’ve found my calling here 😭😭😭

They’re genuinely so similar, and I do agree that the fandom has male bias, as well as protagonist bias actually

Clementine has the opportunity to befriend/romance Violet and then let her get kidnapped 20 minutes later. And for Violet, that is the most obvious feeling of betrayal! I don’t understand why people in the fandom struggle to realize that their actions have consequences

Lee can basically hate Kenny the entirety of the first season and then the fandom defends Kenny for his actions.

Clearly most of us totally understand Kenny’s response to Lee’s and by extension Clementine’s behavior, so why can’t they understand Violet’s response to Clem’s? Makes no sense to me

honestly i feel like aside from having a male bias the fandom has more of a kenny bias than a protag bias. i see his ass EVERYWHERE. CONSTANTLY. some people act like he raised clem as much as lee did 😭 (and i dont like the way the fandom talks about clem sometimes 😒 ties into the "weird about women" stuff)(and javi? wheres javi? i would like to see more javi. i actually think i see david more than javi)

anyway. i DO find kenny to be a compelling character and understand Why hes popular. its why i initially thought vi would be more popular among those fans! people who like both kenny and vi i can trust to have understood the assignment 💀 because they really do share similarities. but things some people LOVE kenny for they absolutely LOATHE violet for. and its just???? whats not clicking???

i really dont understand why some people act So Shocked by violets reaction in the cells. like hello?? YOU did this to her??? shes done nothing but put herself on the line for clem (even if clem is mean and ungrateful about it), and the One time vi needs clem to have her back, she doesnt (even tho its an impossible choice to make, and deep down vi understands this). and people shock pikachu face when it pushes her back to minnie like no shit??? but i dont think theyre even paying attention to violets character in the first place so 🙄😑 violet settled into that leadership position on her own and not only do you strip her of that role by letting her get taken she also feels discarded by the One Person who was actually influencing her to change for the better in the first place. AND you can do it all 20 minutes after kissing her. of course shes hurt!!! but people act like shes soooo unreasonable for her behavior (and vi would later agree with them! she tries apologizing to clem on the beach actually. thats how quickly she regrets it. but its too late at that point for her i guess 🙄 irredeemable. to the stocks)

kenny will Literally refuse to help lee look for clem if you pissed him off too much like 😭?? if you arent kissing kennys ass 24/7 he is the worlds biggest bitch about it. but endless excuses for kennys behavior for some reason 🤨 him trying to save ben (or christa but its better with ben narratively) is his first Real selfless act and its why its such a compelling conclusion for his S1 arc (only compounded by the fact its BEN of all people hes trying to save, the reason his family is dead). and S2 kenny is all about how his mental health is in sharp decline and hes becoming more violent as he attempts to control what he cannot 💀 kenny defenders out here using up all the oxygen in the room to make excuses for his actions but the minute vi makes One mistake she immediately regrets (after being nothing but loyal), shes an evil bitch deserving of what she got 😐

gee i wonder why 😭😔

[imaginespazzi]

Nivi! How are you, bestie? I'm just here for a quick drop-by again, just to check in and say hi.

Life hasn't slowed down much the past few weeks so I still haven't had time to do a long review but please know that every GH chapter is like a shot of serotonin straight into my veins.

You had so many good lines in Chapter 10 that gave me a good chuckle btw, i loved it.

Also, I'm never ever getting tired of Paige-Azzi-Stephie scenes. Like ugh, this lil family makes my day always. Brooo, Stephie's possessiveness! She a little master manipulator huh cause this:

“Mama,” Stephie says loudly, cutting Paige off as she turns to Azzi, “do you know if Aunty Chérie is in town?”

“I was just thinking,” Stephie barrels on casually, “maybe we could go see her and she could give me cuddles and kisses since app-ently Miss Buecks is too busy to give them to me-”

^This was absolutely DIABOLICAL from that little girl hahahah. She knows EXACTLY what to say to get what she wants from her Miss Buecks. Like mother, like daughter truly.

And our Drew cameo, it's finally here! Oh boy, the confrontation is really gonna be something, i already know. Yeah for sure I think Drew's gonna have slight feelings of jealousy or yearning in a way that Stephie gets to experience what he missed out on, but more than anything I think he is gonna be super protective of her and not wanting her to ever go through what he went through when Paige and Azzi broke up.

I do wonder what Azzi's reaction will be if and when they finally get around to talking about the "plan" in place of Angie potentially taking over P's role and the team maybe no longer needing P after this one season. I know P says it's nothing they can't work through , but well we all know how much of an overthinker Azzi is and so she's prolly already gonna jump straight ahead to scenarios of well what's that gonna look like if P has to move to the OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY and how that's gonna affect Stephie. Ugh, the angst is about to ANGST, i feel it.

Anyhoo, i guess this is kinda a medium-sized review? As a small token of my appreciation haha.

As always, thanks for taking the time to feed our souls with your talent! Can't wait for the next (whenever that may be)!

P.S: I think I'm rooting for a Liberty-Sun finals series. I do love the Lynx and I know how much you love Phee so I wouldn't mind if it was the Lynx (and I think it will prolly be them anyway over the Sun) but I do have such a soft spot for CT and I looooove Nai, so I am rooting for them over Minny, sorry babes. I'm rooting for NY though so at least there's that!

Oh and I watched Geno's media availability today, and he didn't seem all too impressed after the first practice session lol but it is the first one and there's a lot of new pieces so like he said, it'll just take time. But it better take less time than it did last season cause idk if I can suffer through another painful non-conference stretch. ALSO grandpa seemed annoyed at having to be cautious with Azzi LMAO, like if it was up to him, she's back on that court playing as much as possible ASAP. Imma need him to chill on that though. Like no one wants to see princess back on court more than me (well, maybe apart from Azzi herself and blondie) BUT her knees better be 200% before she's back on there!

I said "quick drop-by" and look what we got instead - typical hahah.

OK imma stop now. Love ya, bestie. Take care of yourself always! 💗

-🙋‍♀️

BESTIE I MISSED YOU I'M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU <3

Babes I get you don't even worry about it. Life is gonna do life things and whenever you have the time to do one again (hopefully I write again lol) I will be seated to read it!

But I'm glad you've been enjoying GH.

Honestly I love writing Stephie so much. She's just an evil genius and she's so smart and perfect and funny which off course she is, she's literally mini-Pazzi.

Ugh babes you always just get my writing because that's exactly how Drew feels towards Stephie. There's definitely some wistfulness there seeing her get that "family" that was in way stolen from him but he's already enamored by this little girl and he would never want her to face what he has.

Azzi's reaction is going to depend on when she finds out and how she finds out tee hee :) I've given y'all so much fluff, it's only fair I give the angst fiends some angst soon.

Well I hate to break it to you babes, but no Liberty-Sun finals for and you and I fear it's looking quite grim for the Liberty in general right now. But at least we'll always have MVPhee too root for!

Oh god I didn't have time to react to Geno's availability but I fear grandpa did not real squelch any of my fears about this team. My biggest side-eye was actually his lack of complementariness about Jana and I'm a little fearful for my frontcourt where apparently Ice (??) is looking like the best player?

He's definitely dying to have Azzi back out there but if that girl plays more than 15 minutes in at least her first 5 games, we will be having words! I have Farleigh-Dickinson circled on my calender for the earliest possible game we can see her and that would give her a couple of easy game before the team would really need her so he better not play her more than 15 if she does play then.

[shipsgaysfordays]

The Beginnings of The Great Prank War of 1976

(This is a precursor to the microfic that I wrote last summer called Olive Branch) 928 words, uses the prompt word towel for @wolfstarmicrofic

Also, I feel like I haven’t said this enough the past while, so fuck JKR and her transphobic hateful bullshit

Oh and this has genderfluid Sirius so the quick changing pronouns are purposeful

The gang’s all sitting around the warm common room on the first cold day of the fall, Sirius sprawled out on a couch waiting for Moony, Mary and Peter to come back from studying. James, Lily, Marlene, and zem playing a good old fashioned game of cards. 

Everything going perfectly to plan, the trap set, Sirius would get the glory of victory, until:

“We should start a prank war,” James said with a smile. 

“A prank war?” Marlene raised her eyebrow. 

“A prank war,” James nodded with a giddy grin. 

“And where do we draw the line, who’s on which side?” Lily questioned. 

“Well obviously I’ve got you, right Padfoot?” James nudged them in the shoulder. 

“Of course,” Sirius placed down a red 3. 

“And if I have Padfoot then I must have Moony,” the boy spoke with the satisfaction of having come up with a game where he would of course win. 

“Now don’t go deciding things for Remus, he’s his own man,” Marlene started as the door swung open. 

“Who’s deciding things for me now?” Remus asked, walking in and placing his stack of books on a random table, “my lovely partner in crime or the criminal only known as Prongs? It can't be the only reasonable person here, don’t tell me Lily’s making decisions for me now, can’t be living a reasonable life.”

“James is saying that since Sirius’ your partner that you’ll join their team for the prank war–” Lily started.

Mary groaned, “There’s a prank war now! Oh fuck off, I thought I was finally gonna improve my studies. Here you blokes go, stealing the best teacher in Hogwarts.” 

“Minnie’s on our side now!” Sirius spoke in awe with eyes as wide as the moon, she turned to James and gave him a high five. 

“It may be better if you guys just throw in the towel now,” James eyes Lily. 

Lily turns away, “Remus, you can’t join their team.”

“Oh, why not?”

“Come on Rem, you’ve shared a dorm room with those idiots for years, you’ve got to be holding some grudge against them,” Marlene switched her voice to a deeper more ghoulish joking tone, “join the dark side, let your evil spark out. I can see the crazy behind your eyes Remus, join us.” 

“Convincing speech, I need to think over my options,” Remus put his hand to his chin, tapping on his cheek, in obviously very deep thought. 

James held Sirius by the shoulders, “We’re losin’ him, get in their soldier!” He proceeded to push Sirius off the couch, the dude stumbled on their feet before returning to the confident stride over to Remus. 

“Moony,” she took his hands.

“Yes?” Remus spoke as a question, a taunt, how are you gonna convince me? 

Sirius kissed Remus’ cheek, and then spoke softly into his ear, “Join us and I’ll read to you while you hold me, whatever story you want. Oh,” he kissed his cheek again, “and I’ll kiss you…wherever-you-want.”

Remus’ face was burning as hot as a fire in the desert. 

“Fucking unfair,” Marlene grumbled in her chair. 

Lily nodded, “Such bribery shouldn’t be tolerated, remember Remus, all’s fair in love and war. Don’t let some stupid gray eyes convince you otherwise!” 

Lily, Marlene, and Mary whispered amongst themselves, after putting their heads together (seemingly a lot of Mary and Marlene telling Lily to do something) they came to a deal. 

“I’ve got an offer for you oh friend, oh buddy of mine,” Lily spoke with a shit eating grin. 

“You think you can top Sirius’ offer?”

“Anyone can top Sirius,” Peter interjected as he shuffled some cards.

“Not true! I give my heart out to few and even then, lust and love are quite separate,” Sirius said with somewhat fake offense. 

Mary looked through Lily’s bag, papers upon papers of notes. 

“I’ll lend you my potions notes,” Lily said with a smile.

Remus looked back to his fellow marauders. 

James smiling, thinking he’s won, and Sirius looking just a bit more concerned. 

“I’m on Lily’s team,” Remus spoke quickly. 

“What was that?” Marlene put a hand to her ear just as James screamed, “WHAT?”

“I’m. On. Lily’s. Team.”

“My heart has shattered, broken into a million pieces, such betrayal. I can’t believe this Moony, I know Padfoot feels the same, they just can’t think of the words to say it,” James monologued dramatically next to a gaping Sirius. 

“We better see about getting Minnie or Reg on our side,” Peter quipped. 

“All of us know that they would rather join our team rather than a group of delinquents,” Mary smiled.  

“Time for the uphill battle of a century I guess, my friend,” James patted Sirius on the shoulder, his friend still gaping. 

“Notes…he chose notes,” Sirius spoke, bewildered. 

“He’s got priorities,” Lily, the devil now in Sirius’ eyes, butted in. 

“HE CHOSE NOTES OVER ME,” as Sirius yelled, laughter filled the room. They caught eyes with the boy in question, staring him down with fire in her eyes, “this means war, Lupin.” 

“Yeah that’s kinda what we’ve been talking about this whole time,” Peter muttered, “a prank war.”

Eventually, after lots and lots of whining on account of not having enough people on their side, Sirius, James, and Peter did get some more members on their team. 

Within the declaration of war it was Team We’re Better Than Those Guys (James, Sirius, Peter, and Marlene–who deserted to this side after a certain member of the opposing team started bashing quidditch)  versus Team Intelligent (Lily, Mary, Remus, and Regulus).

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

You always get what you want part 3

Part one    

Part two

Part four

The next part will be the fourth and last of the series, with Wolfstar x James x Reader ;) (i‘m ashamed to publish it, it‘s literal porn jfc)

Warning: 18+

Pairing: Wolfstar only

Enjoy besties

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“What if he doesn’t like me like that?”, Sirius whined, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. 

You gave him a look, voice flat. “Sirius, he sucked you off.”

Sirius ignored you and kept rambling.

“What if it was just a thing between mates? Like a peace offering, because he fucked you and felt bad so he sucked me off?”

You groaned and fell back on your matress, bored of Sirius’ constant worrying. 

Sirius was convinced that Remus didn’t actually want to fuck him and just did it so he could fuck you again. And you were sick of it. Everybody could see that Remus was mental about Sirius. You needed to put an end to this madness and hook your boyfriend up with his best mate. The thought made you laugh slightly and you turned on your belly, looking at Sirius with a calm expression.

“Do you trust me love?”

“‘Course I trust you!”

“Then I want you to calm down and not worry your pretty head, okay? I got it from here.” 

Sirius leaned forward to pull you on his chest, grey eyes looking into yours questioningly, “You really don’t mind me being with Moony? I won’t do it if it makes you uncomfortable.” His tone was earnest, saying everything with complete honesty. 

“Sirius, darling, I want you to do whatever makes you happy, okay? I love you. Besides I fucked him first, so you’re getting sloppy seconds.”

“Fuck you!”, his giggled between the soft pecks you kept pressing on his lips, “I love you too..”

---

“Remmy, wait up!”, you jogged in his direction, grabbing his shoulder from behind.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Uh, we need to talk. It’s about Sirius..”

He shot you an alarmed look. “What happend? Is he hurt? Did some-”

“Calm down, he’s fine! Can we talk in your room?”

“Okay, yeah, let’s go..”

Shutting the door behind you, both of you sat down and you looked at Remus, amusement glinting in your eyes.

“Sooo...You fancy my boyfriend, right?”

Remus chocked on his spit, cheeks blushing as he looked at his hands. 

“Why did you have to say boyfriend, now I sound like a complete prat..”

You giggled taking his hand in yours, resting them on your lap. You gave a qentle squeeze, willing him to look at you. His gaze was open and vulnerable, begging you not to judge him. Your eyes softend as you understood just how much he liked Sirius, but was scared about ruining your friendship.

“Remus, I’m gonna tell you what I told Sirius this morning. I see how much you like each other and I want you to be happy. I’m not mad and I’m not jealous.”

“Look, I’m really sorry, I never wanted to get between you, but he’s just so..so..”

“Beautiful, brilliant, kind, hot...”, your said, tone light.

“Yeah, he’s just so Sirius..you know? I don’t know how it happend. Merlin I’m sitting here gushing about your boyfriend..”, he let out, voice tight. “I’m sorry.”

“I swear on my dead hamsters grave..”, he let out a shocked laugh, making you giggle as you kept promising, “..that I want this for the both of you as well.”

He was grinning now, the confident Remus that you knew finally making his way back to the surface. 

“You promise?”

“Yes! I promise.”

He let out a breath, shoulders slumping with relief. “Thank you darling, you don’t know how much this means to me. Is there anything, and I mean anything, that I can do for you?”

“Please just fuck him good, he’s been talking about your cock for days now. Do you know how pissed he was that he fell asleep before he could touch you?”

“Oh is he now? Don’t worry, I’ll fuck him good.”

You smiled devilishly, “You promise?”

“Fuck, yes I promise”, Remus chuckled.

---

Remus acted as if nothing happend and wouldn’t react to Sirius’ nervous glances. Secretly he was enjoying his squirming, pleased that he had such an effect on his crush. Sirius was trying to get Remus’ attention, by being extra loud and annoying. He was mocking his brother Regulus more than usually, levitating food with James’ help to annoy Lily, kissing you with garlic breath to make you laugh or flirted with Professor McGonagall. You had warned Remus about this, said that Sirius would do absolutely anything to get a rise out of him, so he would be able to find out if Remus fancied him or not. You kept your mouth shut firmly, telling Sirius that it’s a matter between mates, you had to hold back your laughter so hard, and that you wouldn’t mingle in their business. 

So here he was, making a fool of himself to get his Moonys reaction. Anything for his Moony, right? 

Remus knew that Sirius was shameless and an absolute brat at times, which is why he chose to sit still and enjoy his food, not once looking into Sirius’ pretty, desperate eyes. 

“James”, you started, glancing furtively at Sirius, “me and the girls want to organize a surprise party for Professor McGonagall and we need your help as headboy. It’ll take a few hours, but you’ll help right?” Lily was looking up as well now and James immediately sat upright in his seat, clearing his throat. “For Minnie? ‘Course I’ll help!” Everybody knew that he wanted to because it was headboy duties, which meant headgirl duties as well, which meant Lily and that meant alone-time with Lily. You gave a satisfied smile as Remus looked at you from under his lashes, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“Remus, I want you and Sirius to buy the things I gave you a list about, okay? Take your time, I know it’s a lot.” 

“Sure thing, we got it. Right Padfoot?”

Sirius perked up as well, nodding his head so fast, you feared he’ll get a concussion. Finally, Remus had paid him attention. 

“Yes! Yes, Moony and I will buy only the best for our Minnie!”

You grinned and gave him a kiss, as Remus looked down again, smirking in amusement.

“Great!”

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“Moony, come on, you never take this long. We need to get going, the list isn’t getting any shorter.”, Sirius moaned.

The hall was empty now, only the two boys left, because Remus was taking his sweet time eating everything on the table. 

“Sirius”, Remus drawled, looking at the boy from under his lashes, “we don’t have to buy anything..”

Sirius tilted his head to the side, confused. “What? But you said it yourself!”

“Your girlfriend said that you wanted me to fuck you?” Remus was leaning back in his chair now, legs spread dominantly taking up space, sweater rolled up his forearms, exposing muscular and scarred skin. His gaze was intense, pinning Sirius, a slight, mocking smile on his lips.

Sirius gaped at him, rendered speechless for the first time in his life. 

“If I had know that you are so desperate to have me, I would have touched you ages ago. Fucked you senseless, while you had to keep your pretty mouth shut, so no one would hear. Made you cum, over and over again. Made you suck me off like a good puppy.”

Remus kept eye-contact, relishing in the way he made Sirius blush. Sirius, actually blushed! 

“Moony...” His voice was raspy, a needy whine in his tone.

Remus stood up and Sirius couldn‘t take his eyes off of him. If Remus would tell him to strip right here in the great hall, he would. But Remus isn‘t that evil. Least no yet. 

„I have a gift for you in our dorm, c‘mon puppy“, Sirius melted at the pet name and took Remus‘ outstretched hand.

„Is that gift your cock?“, Sirius crooned, playing with Remus’ fingers. 

Remus snorted, „M’gonna let you be a brat. Fuck it out of you later.“

Sirius blushed, again!

Remus pushed open the door and gestured to Sirius‘ bed, telling him to open his present. It was an early birthday gift, something he could only give him in private without it being suspicious.

Sirius went over and took a look at the simple black box, opening it. Inside was a thin, elegant gold chain with a small round pendant. His intitials engraved in the front, in beautiful cursive handwriting. S.O.B.

Sirius‘ breath hitched as he took the collar out, turning around to glance at Remus who was watching him, small smile on his lips.

„Moony“, Sirius said, voice barley above a whisper, „this is the most beautiful gift I‘ve ever recieved.“

Remus‘ smile got wider at that comment and he took the collar, putting it around Sirius‘ delicate neck.

Remus leaned down, lips brushing against his ear as he spoke, voice deep and thick with arousal, „I‘m the only one who can take it off. It‘s charmed. And everytime I touch the pendant on the backside, the initials change to my name, when you touch it they turn back into yours.“ To prove it, he flipped the pendant over to place his thumb on the back, and Sirius watched as the initials changed into R.J.L.

Sirius was speechless, looking at his pendant in the mirror. He swirled around, hooking his arms around Remus‘ neck, pushing himself up on his toes to kiss the boy. Remus chuckled, „I take it you like your gift?“

„Like?! I fucking love it, Merlin, Moony...“, he gasped, „Please touch it again, want your name on me.“

Remus groaned as he touched the pendant again, digging his hands under Sirius‘ thighs and lifting him against the mirror.

Remus pulled back slightly to take Sirius‘ hair out of its bun and tangled his hand in the soft, black hair. Sirius groand impatiently as Remus slowly lowered him on the bed.

„Fuck, Moony please, just touch me already.“

„Patience, puppy..“, Remus trailed of, „You‘ve waited for so long, surely you can wait a few more minutes.“

Sirius whined pressing his hips up against Remus‘, but Remus gripped them tight and pressed him down, giving him a strict glare.

„Sirius...“, his tone hard, „don‘t be greedy now, puppy. You want to cum, don‘t you? Want me to touch you?“

„M‘sorry, I‘ll be good promise, just wanna see you Moony..“, Sirius said softly, a longing expression on his face. Fuck, he had waited so long for this.

Remus softend, leaning down to kiss his neck, breathing in Sirius‘ scent. He took the smaller boys wrists and pressed his lips there, nipping at the thin skin, leaving small bruises. Sirius sat up slightly, taking his shirt off as Remus lightly scratched his nails on his sides.

„Mmm, puppy look at you. Your skin is so pure I just wanna ruin it...“, Remus growled against his stomach, teeth brusing the skin.

„Fuck, Remus, more!“

Remus took in a sharp breath, eyes lifting to look at Sirius needily.

„Say that again. Say my name again.“

Sirius grinned, tugging Remus up by his hair and moaned against his lips. „Remus, Remus, Remus...“, his voice cut off, when Remus whined and kissed him hard. No longer was their pace slow and passionate, but hard and rushes.

„Sirius, if we do this now, I won‘t be able to hold back..“, Remus gasped against Sirius mouth, „so if you, fuck, if you want to stop, say it now!“

Remus felt the familiar push of his wolf in his body and pulled back, hands fisting the bedsheet next to Sirius head.

„Remus...“

Thats all Sirius needed to say before, Remus lost control, ripping his pants of, speading his legs.

„Look at your pretty cock, baby, so desperate for me, hm? You filthy puppy...“

Sirius writhed on the bed, careful to not move his hips. Remus noticed and gave him a cocky smirk.

„Learning are you. Good boy, you are Moonys good boy, aren‘t you?“

„Yes, Remus, m‘your good boy.“

Sirius shivered and bucked his hips up, Remus’ voice making him whine loudly. He was impossibly hard, cock steadily leaking precum over his flat stomach. He was so deeply engrossed in his pleasure, that he didn’t see Remus bending over his cock again. Remus blew hot air over the tip, making Sirius let out a strangled yell. Remus kept pressing him down and pressed soft kisses all over his cock, softly suckling at the cherry red tip.

"Remus, plea-", he interrupted his own words with a cry, because Remus had suddenly taken him all the way down to his base, sucking and pushing his tongue to the vein on the underside.

Sirius couldn‘t talk, the only thing escaping his lips were breathy whimpers and he spread his legs wider. Remus licked at his heavy balls and Sirius sobbed with pleasure.

"Yesyesyes, Moony, Remus, please!" Sirius was tembling so hard, Remus had to adjust his position, and sucked harder, swallowing his cock. The wet heat of Remus mouth made Sirius want to cum so bad.

„Gonna cum, ah please ah fu-", Remus lifted his face slightly, mouth full of cock and fucking winked at Sirius. That did it for the smaller boy and he came, shouting Remus‘ name, his nails leaving little crescents on Remus’ shoulders. Remus' mouth continued licking his cock lewdly, eyes on Sirius, before finally realising him with a pop.

Sirius looked so fucked out and Remus admired him for a moment, watching the golden necklace glint in the dim light.

Remus leaned up, murmuring against his boyfriends lips. „So beautiful when you cum, Pads. My beautiful boy, hm?“

Sirius smiled blissfully, looking at Remus through hooded eyes and repeated, „Your boy?“

Remus grinned at him, all sharp teeth and red cheeks, „Your collar says so, sweetheart.“

Sirius giggled, kissing Remus.

“On you knees, Sirius.”

Sirius instantly got on his knees, back arching gracefully and Remus spread his legs further. 

“Look at your pretty hole, baby, So pink and tight. Tell me what you want.”

Sirius pushed his ass back, pleadingly. “Remus please, I want you to fuck me. Wanna feel your cock, please.” Merlin, Remus was talking absolute filth. 

Remus groaned, biting at the skin on Sirius’ ass and inner thighs, leaving teeth marks all over his skin. Spreading his ass he spit on his tight hole, middle finger gently rubbing against the taunt muscle and pushing inside. Remus had to squeeze his cock in his fist, holding himself back from cumming, but god, Sirius was beautiful like this.

„Look at your greedy hole, baby, taking me in so well. Why are you crying, s‘not enough? Want something bigger?“

Sirius, pushed back greedly, „Want your cock, Rem, please..“

Remus added two more fingers, stretching Sirius‘ hole as he kissed his inner thighs softly. „My good little baby, hm? Hungry for my cock, Pads? Don‘t worry I‘ll give you my cock, nice and deep. M‘gonna fill you up with my cum..“

Sirius was in heaven, ready to cum from Remus‘ voice alone, fuck he could cum all day from listening to his lover.

Remus took his fingers out, stretching his palm towards Sirius. „Spit, baby.“

Sirius spit in his palm and Remus used it to lubricate his cock, before he slowly pushed into Sirius‘ tight, hot hole.

Sirius moaned, a high pitched sound, and had to anchor himself to the bad so he wouldn‘t fall on his face. Remus wasn‘t gentle, he‘d waited plenty already and kept thrusting, nails raking down Sirius back to leave his marks. Seeing Sirius covered with his bites and scratched made him even hornier and he fucked him harder, throwing his head back as he growled.

„Rem- ah fuck Rem, m‘gonna cum, ah again!“

„Yeah?“, Remus choked out breathlessly, „I don‘t think so. Hold it, slut.“

Sirius cried out, fisting the sheets tighter in his hands, his hole clenching and Remus whimpered out a „Sirius fuck!“

Reaching down Remus wrapped his hand around Sirius‘ silky hair, pulling him up against his chest and fucked him with everything he had. He was fucking and moaning and scratching all over his body, his hand on Sirius‘ cock.

„Sirius, m‘close fuck cum for me baby, go ahead, there we go..“

Sirius came with a shout, his cum all over Remus‘ hand and Remus thrust up one last time, before he came inside of Sirius.

Sirius couldn‘t talk let alone breathe and he fell back against Remus‘ chest, boneless and dizzy.

„M‘so full, Moony so full...“, he whimpered.

„Shh, I know puppy, you did so well. Moonys good little boy, hm?“

Sirius tilted his head back and Remus smeared his lips against flushed cheeks, continuously praising his boyfriend.

„Wanna try something, baby, get on you knees for me again.“

Sirius obeyed without hesitation and gasped when he felt something cold press against his hole. A plug.

„You darling little girlfriend let me borrow her plug..“, Remus said, smirking at Sirius‘ needy expression, „told me to use it on you.“

Sirius let out a moan when the toy was completely pushed inside and gave Remus a dirty smile.

„Remind me to fuck her good later, she deserves it.“

Remus grinned and kissed the bites along Sirius spine, making out softly, before they finally fell asleep, utterly fucked out.

Taglist:

@sunflowerdarlingx @shackleschains @maraudersangel  @amarabln 

@padfootswife 

[dom--minnie]

no thoughts, just seungmin cockwarming you when you're trying to study, and he promises you that he'll reward you if you behave, but continues to tease the fuck out of you

Ok simply reading this request sent me and I think I went to space while writing it, hope you enjoy bb!

No warnings (let me know if there should be), general dom! seungmin is a giant tease agenda

Wc: 1130

"Seungmiiiiiiiiiiin," you whine for the nth time in one day. 

Seungmin rolls his eyes but finally looks up at you. You've contorted yourself into having your head under the table and feet on top of it. He hadn't noticed, too focused on his own work. 

"Yes, love?"

"I'm bored and I can't focus anymore." 

Even if Seungmin isn't looking at you he can still hear the pout and disappointment in your tone. It wasn't a complete surrender like he had assumed, you did want to focus but couldn't. A click of the pen on the table and another when he put it down. You slowly extracted yourself from under the table to look at Seungmin and see what he was doing. When you made it up to a sitting position a large smirk had dawned on his face as he stared at you. 

"What is that face about, Minnie!?"

"Motivation, doll. You sit on my cock while you study and when you're finished, you have to do well first, I'll give you a reward. Sound good?" 

You nod breathlessly. It'll take you so much longer to get through it all now but the promise of such a tantalizing reward outweighs any problems you may have.

"Come here, on my lap to get you wet first." 

Seungmin laughs when you nearly jump into his lap. You straddle him as he stretches his legs farther forward on the floor. The simple contact spreads happiness through your body, he's your boyfriend after all, and you place your head on his shoulder. Simple domestic bliss is stopped when he grinds up into you.

You gasp when he grabs your hips to hold you closer. Instantly you lift onto your knees to meet his moves. Hands threaded into his hair you both move your hips quickly to allow the barest feeling of pleasure between all the clothing layers.

It comes to end eventually because while you had eventually lost yourself to it Seungmin had remembered. Slowly tightening his grip on your hips until you can't even move at all. You grab at his large hands splayed over your skin in hopes of being allowed more but he just laughs. 

"Only once you study, love. Shorts off now."

You stand up and shimmy out of the shorts while Seungmin peels off his jeans. The two thickest layers gone provides more intimate contact. Unfortunately, before you can start Seungmin stops you.

"No no, our deal first." He chides gently.

"Tease." You mumble. 

Despite that you push both yours and his underwear aside and start to sink down on him. Seungmin's hands are nearly incapable of being still for more than a second as they run from cupping your face to gripping your thighs. 

It's better once you're able to sit down but there is a burn, not the worst, just from little prep. With each moment that passes you are sure studying will take much, much longer now but if Seungmin is in this boat too then at least you're not alone. 

You shift and turn to look at your work again. Your legs wobble in even the slightest movements as you feel every ridge of his cock stretching your walls. As much as it's killing you it brings equal delight to hear Seungmin take a sharp breath in and a harsh exhale. 

You manage to keep focus for more than about 30 seconds and almost lose yourself back in the thick of studying. Then Seungmin adjusts slightly and he moves inside of you a way that draws a slight noise from you.

Seungmin laughs, "sorry angel, I kinda forgot." 

You wonder how in the hell he can forget but turn back to the book. The constant reminder that you will only get the reward if you get this done is the only thing stopping you from turning around and just kissing your boyfriend senseless. 

Time passes slowly but consistently from that time on, no other major movements from you or Seungmin. Or so you think until Seungmin closes his book and sits up. You don't think much of it, determined to continue and finish this in a reasonable time. 

A warm hand trails up your leg and under your shirt. It brushes over your nipple and covers your breast. The words on the page blur together as he pinches your nipple. 

"Shit." You curse under your breath. 

Seungmin releases a puff of air against your neck and you shiver. 

"Keep going, sweetheart," he mumbles, lips pressed to your neck. 

You roll your eyes but his lack of movement allows the slightest amounts of your focus to return. You get through another 3 pages before Seungmin gets bored again. This time his hand moves to your thin underwear. Teasingly snapping the band against your sensitive skin he puffs a breath against the back of your neck. 

One hand dips under the band to press against your clit but doesn't move. You whine and wiggle your hips on Seungmin's lap.

"No no," he scolds, "one more chapter, you can do it."

A long string of expletives goes in your head but you put your head down and try to ignore your evil tease of a boyfriend. When the first page of said chapter is turned it is clear what he's doing. 

The moment the page falls he makes small circles on your swollen bud and you gasp at even the slightest of stimulation. Before it has even begun he stops and you see the game he is continuing to play. Every page is harder and harder to finish yet you are aware it is one step closer to the end. 

When you turn the last page you wonder how much of this you actually retained but all thoughts of that exit when Seungmin puts a hand on your neck to pull you back. You lean against his shoulder as he kisses down your neck. 

"Seungmin, Minnie, baby, please." You whimper. 

"Hmmm, what are you begging for love? Use your words, I know you can." 

You lift your hips ever so slightly in an attempt to ride him. Perhaps all the teasing was more than you even thought because even a small lift makes your legs shake. 

"Please, please I need you to fuck me. Please sir, I need you so badly."

You thank the stars when Seungmin takes pity on you and splays his hands over your back to lower you to the floor. He pins your hands to the floor and hovers over you. 

"Hm, you've been so good for me haven't you. Such a pretty baby below me, waiting and begging for me to fuck you."

A whine escapes your throat and you cant your hips up at his words. 

"Scream for me then, pretty doll." 

[sketchguk]

💜 Hello it's April and time to spread positivity! Tag your mutuals and name one thing you like most about them! Happy April 💜

hi!! omg thank you for this!! hope that you are well an staying safe!! happy april!! 

@blushingkoo - minny may be a clown, but she is also one of the smartest people I know :’) I think we have a lot of shared values, so she’s always coming @ me with nothing but facts !! she’s also very passionate about what she does and the things she loves! I'm so proud of her for everything she does <33 plus, our conversations are definitely interesting on most days when we aren’t crying over the tannies!! 

@gukniverse - len is like a big sister to me!! she’s so caring, and she always pulls through with the best advice!! she brightens up my day with simple texts, and she makes me very happy!! Like a bundle of sunshine :-D She’s very sweet and gentle, a lot of the things that I am not, aha. I look up to her sm <3 for instance, I’m so happy that she finished school this quarter!! I hope I can graduate and be where she’s at in a few months!! 

@kithtaehyung - ryen is soo hardworking!! not only only is she a boss girl (hello, everyone, congratulate her on her work promotion), but she’s amazing at everything she does!! she needs to spare some of her talent -- not just writing, but did y’all know she sings and dances as well??!! she’s always learning new choreo or recording song covers, and I’m so excited to hear about her progress when she mentions it  :’) ryen, best girl who needs to eat her meals, and seriously just an all rounder!! 

@kitsutaes - yas is such a warm person :(( sorry I can’t quite put it in words, but it’s the best way I can explain it :’) she’s very sweet and inviting!! like I typically find it hard to keep conversations going because I’m reserved, but this girl makes me feel so comfortable <3 she’s one of my first friends from tumblr, and I luv her lots!! our conversations are natural, and they flow from one to the next. like we have a lot of the same interests (thanks to her always introducing them to me LOL), and I get excited for whenever my phone lights up with her msg!! 

@moominyg - kelda is so funny, and we vibe so well. we’re practically the same person, yet we couldn’t be as different as we are?? sometimes we have these telepathic moments, and I want her outta my head lmaooo. the only thing is that she’s more clownish :) the panini thinks it can keep us apart, but yoongi stans gravitate together >:) I guess I L word her, but you won’t catch those words coming from my mouth !! nor will you catch those emotions on my face >:( *avoids eye contact at all costs* 

@orbitmin - mirelle is the human embodiment of sunshine and comfort. some might think that the world is evil and unjust, but they would certainly change their mind once they meet mirelle! she’s sweeter than honey, and she’s honestly my safe place <3 her words make me feel warm all over, and it’s like the big hug that I desperately need. she’s the best girl, and I hope that she always feels as happy as she makes me!! 

@softguks - lauren, my lovie, nobody does it like her!! on top of having a really difficult major with painstaking work, she does all these extracurriculars. she puts in all of her effort/dedication, and I admire her a great deal!! sincerely wish I could have her ethic!! but even after all that she has on her plate, she has the ability to comfort me and cheer me up lskdjaklsdj like ma’am, why are you so kind?? can I interest you in a big hug and a kiss on either cheek?? 

@soonyoungs - cara, my dear one, has such a colorful mind!! she’s creative in soo many aspects, and it carries throughout all of our conversations!! like in her humor, she can passionately curse out soonyoung and profess her love for jaebee in more ways than I could ever imagine sksk. somehow, we’re always brainstorming scenarios about our fave idols in alternate universes, and it’s really fun. I really luv when she shares her fave quotes with me!! there’s never a dull moment with her!! 

@subvk - juno, my twinnie, I applaud her sm for always doing what’s best for her!! I think she’s brave and courageous (though I know she’s gonna be like ‘stfu you’re lying’). she doesn’t settle for anything, especially anything less than she deserves. but at the same time, she still holds a lot of compassion, and she looks out for others. for that, she’s someone I really admire <3 

@vminamjin - ness radiates so much bestie energy, y’all. she’s loyal and very kind hearted <3 a really great listener too!! overall, we make a great pair :’) I don’t know if it’s coincidental, but even our biases are besties or iconic pairings aha i.e: yoongi & taehyung, minghao & junhui, seonghwa & hongjoong, etc. lots of love to ness because she’s an amazing gal, and I’m happy to call her my friend!! 

[avmisworld]

Stray Kids when you accidentally curse:

Bang Chan:

I feel like Chan won't be able to stop himself from snorting when he puts a band-aid on the small cut on your ankle, which your clumsy ass got from brushing against a sharp rock, and you suddenly let out a curse at the stinging pain, your quiet 'shit' ringing in your boyfriend's concentrated silence as he patches you up. Chan will freeze for a second, his fingers hovering over your bruised skin before he breaks into a huge grin, managing to stifle the chuckles threatening to rise before clearing his throat and scolding you half-heartedly. But you know he's not really serious when his small smile keeps peeking out every few seconds, along with him repeating the curse you used in a whisper every now and then, followed by a fond giggle and a shake of his head.

"Hey, I know it hurts, babe, but you shouldn't curse."

Minho:

Minho is that asshat boyfriend that will probably be the reason you curse in the first place lmao. When you let out a shriek followed by a 'holy shit!' as Minho pops out from behind the wall of the hallway, his eyes shining and an evil grin lighting up his face, your boyfriend's smile will change into pure shock as his mouth drops open, before he starts cackling uncontrollably, to the point he's literally crouching down and holding his stomach so it won't spill all over the apartment floor. Lee know will literally never let it go, constantly reminding you of the situation and mimicking your high-pitched shout and terrified face until you storm away, only to grab your wrist gently and tug you back to him, kissing your pout away with his own huge grin, and yes, you can't resist his annoying ass.

"Holy shit!! Minnie, you scared me~~" *cue the chipmunk voice*

Changbin:

I don't think Changbin will make a big deal out of you cursing, to be honest. It's just a word after all. He'll probably hear you curse for the first time when the two of you are jamming to some hip-hop songs on the radio, and you suddenly bust out some rap verse with a shit-ton of curses lmao. And then your boyfriend will just be like, damn. He'll probably be more impressed than anything else, just cheering you on the whole time, and he'll find you super cute and squishy even when you say foul words lol. In fact, I think that you cursing will just spure him to curse more as well, because he was always uncomfortable and careful next to you, not wanting to teach you bad words. So let's say it's a win-win situation for both of you haha.

"Wow~~ Y/N, you should debut as a rapper!"

Hyunjin:

I think that Hyunjin won't mind you cursing, as long as there's a good reason for it. When you tell him about the new guy that tried to touch you during work, using an assortment of interesting words to describe him, your boyfriend doesn't even comment on the matter, too busy consoling you and trying to calm down the bubbling anger in his chest at the thought of someone touching you without permission. After you tell Hyunjin how you cussed the man off, warning him you'll report him to the police the next time he gets close to you, your boyfriend is undeniably proud, hugging you close to him and mumbling about how cool you are and how well you handled it. He'll even teach you more curse words to expand your vocabulary in case you ever get into a similar situation lol.

"You're so amazing, jagi, so strong and brave. I'm sorry I wasn't there to protect you."

Han:

Jisung is surprised by the fact that you even know how to pronounce these words lmao, as if he isn't the one prancing around your apartment and cursing ninety nine percent of the time. When your boyfriend comes home to hear you spewing foul words one after another as you try to rescue your phone from where it fell between the sofa cushions, he can't help but find the sight hilarious, to be honest, and Han couldn't help but let out a laugh before coming to help you retrieve the electronic device. Jisung doesn't mind at all that you curse, even if he's constantly shocked that someone so angel-like can say such filthy things lol. But he'll definitely tease you a lot as well, just because he loves seeing you blush cutely uwu, and yes, your duality drives him crazy lmao.

"I need to buy more soap to shove into that dirty mouth of yours smh."

Felix:

Felix is possibly the chilliest out of all the members when it comes to cursing. Like, he's not cheering you on hysterically nor scolding you, but I feel like he's the type to like girls that look angels on the outside but are actually savage and badass when people get in their way. When your boyfriend sees you cussing out JYP and anyone else who has the slightest connection to the company after seeing the line distribution for Stray Kids' latest song, he'll smile slightly and stay quiet, letting you calm down on your own. Although he likes it when you get protective and defensive over him, he really finds you cute more than anything else, but he won't say that, instead choosing to pull you into a tight hug, mumbling encouraging words in your ear.

"Don't worry, bae, you know that I'm living my dream. I can't ask for more than what I already have."

Seungmin:

Seungmin is straight up cackling when you start cursing, especially when you're so excited that you just can't control all the 'fuck' and 'shit' coming out of your mouth. It usually happens in situations where your boyfriend is involved, like when Stray Kids' got their first win, or when they won some other grand prize. Seungmin doesn't seem like the type to curse a lot, but he doesn't mind you doing it, and actually finds it hilarious when he sees you jumping around like a rabbit, eyes sparkling and a huge smile on your lips. Obviously, he can't say anything to that addicting grin on your face. So he'll just smile and shake his head instead, showing his own happiness by pulling you in for a tight hug.

"Oh my god, Y/N." *cue flustered laughter*

I.N.

Okay, so the maknae is not having it lol. When you go backstage to see your boyfriend before his performance, you can't help but tell him how he's 'so fucking handsome', and then you quite literally have to save him from death by choking as I.N. starts coughing loudly, his face turning too red for your liking as he covers his mouth, eyes wide. Your boyfriend will need a few seconds to recover before he'll start investigating you to understand who teaches you these words, since he never curses next to you (it'll probably be Han and Changbin lmao), before he'll scold you gently, telling you that these words aren't nice, but also making sure you know how much he loves you by leaving a soft kiss on your hair and smiling at you fondly.

"You're too beautiful to say ugly words like that, love."

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Cell Block Tango - The Dark Marauders

The seven Marauders join the Dark side willingly and with a starking fervor.

They end up in Azkaban as a result. And generations of children visit them afterwards, treated to their stories and forced to face the horrible prospect that just about anyone can be Evil if given enough reason.

TRIGGER WARNING - CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY. (rape, torture, murder, sexual and physical abuse of adults and children, graphic depictions of violence and injury, etc.) READ WITH CAUTION. BE SAFE.

(The students are led into a pitch black section of the jail. Green and white lights flash as each of the Marauders sing.)

REGULUS

Sectum…

PETER

Avada…

SEVERUS

Sempra…

SIRIUS

Kedavra…

JAMES

Imperio…

REMUS

Crucio…

LILY

Reducto!

(“Hi, Minnie,” Sirius says with a smirk.

Mcgonogall looks at her former favorite students with sad eyes, holding out a shaking hand in introduction.)

MCGONOGALL

And now, the seven deadly Death Eaters of Azakaban

In their rendition of! The Cell Block Tango

(The Marauders whirl into action.)

REGULUS

Sectum…

PETER

Avada…

SEVERUS

Sempra…

SIRIUS

Kedavra…

JAMES

Imperio…

REMUS

Crucio…

LILY

Reducto!

(The lights stop flashing and come up on the seven Marauders. The students rear back at the sight of seven madmen grinning against the bars of their cells.)

THE MARAUDERS

Sectum, Avada, Sempra, Kedavra, Imperio, Crucio, Reducto!

Sectum, Avada, Sempra, Kedavra, Imperio, Crucio, Reducto!

Sectum, Avada, Sempra, Kedavra, Imperio, Crucio, Reducto!

They had it coming!

They had it coming!

They only had themselves to blame!

If you’d have been there -

If you’d have seen it -

I betcha you would have done the same!

Sectum, Avada, Sempra, Kedavra, Imperio, Crucio, Reducto!

Sectum, Avada, Sempra, Kedavra, Imperio, Crucio, Reducto!

(Lily steps forward from the murmuring hoard. The students look up at her in fear, taking in her fiery beauty, hidden by dirt and bruises and scars. Her hair, tangled in a mad mass on her head, falls in clumps over her dusty and ragged prison gown.

She grins.)

LILY

You know how people have these little habits that get you down?

Like Harry…

Harry, my baby son with Jamesie here.

See, Harry liked to cry.

And cry, and cry, and cry…

So I come home this one day

And I’m really irritated,

And I’m looking for some peace and quiet.

And there’s Harry - lying in his crib, rolling around and whimpering.

No, not whimpering -

Crying.

So, I smiled and I picked him up and I told him, I said, “You cry one more time, little one…”

And he did.

So I took my wand from my pocket

And I fired three spells…

(In the back, James lets out a mad scream: “REDUCTO!”

Lily’s grin disappears in a flash.)

At his head.

(The spotlight around Lily goes out. The lights go back to flashing as the Marauders move spastically, grinning at the children and occasionally murmuring, “Boo.”

Most of the students have gathered around Mcgonogall’s skirts by now, burying their faces in her robes.)

THE MARAUDERS

He had it coming!

He had it coming!

He only had himself to blame!

If you’d have been there -

If you’d have heard it -

I betcha you would have done the same!

(The spotlight comes up on James as everything else goes black. He grins, a mad twinkle in his eye as he twirls his fingers as if holding a wand.

“It’s rude to close your eyes during a performance, you know,” he says. Some of the students look up. James grins wider.

“I’d hate to think what might happen if any of you were rude.”

All of the students quickly snap their heads up, some so fast their necks crack uncomfortably.

James looks up at Mcgonogall and grins manically.

“That’s better.”)

JAMES

I met Lily Evans from Little Whinging Surrey about ten years ago.

And I told her I was single.

And she slapped me across the face.

So, we started a little game of push and pull.

I’d flirt with her and bully her best friend, she’d hex me til I couldn’t walk and wink as she walked away.

You know - young love!

And then I found out -

“Only best friends,” she told me -

Best friends, my ass.

Not only were they dating -

Oh no, they were engaged.

One of those childhood sweetheart things, you know?

So that day when she walked down the hall by me,

I threw out a few lines as usual -

(From behind, Remus roars, “IMPERIO!”)

You know, some girls just don’t know the right man until they’ve fucked the wrong one!

(Mcgonogall covers her mouth with her hand. One of the students squeaks and starts to cry.

James looks up, grin gone and replaced by eyes that glint dangerously. He throws himself back into the others as the lights start to flash yet again.)

THE MARAUDERS

She had it coming!

She had it coming!

She chose the loser

Over the catch!

And so he used it -

And he abused it -

It was a fire

But not a match!

(From the flashing throng, Severus thrusts himself forward. The others freeze behind him as he stumbles to a stop in front of the bars, licking his teeth as he sneers and cuts his eyes across the quivering students.

“Well, well, well…” He says, and presses his filthy fingernails into his palms until they draw blood. He pulls his hands down his face, covering himself in red as Mcgonogall murmurs, “Oh Merlin,” into her hand.

He grins.)

SEVERUS

Now, I’m standing in the classroom,

Carving up some beazors for a potion,

Minding my own business.

In storms my boss Albus in a bitchin’ rage!

He’s got the Malfoys behind him and everything, something about me fucking their son or something or other -

“You been screwing the Malfoys’ boy!” he shouts!

They were crazy!

And they kept on screaming!

“You been screwing my son!”

(From the back, Lily screeches, “SECTUMSEMPRA!”)

And then they ran into my spell.

(Severus grins, drawing a lock of filthy platinum blonde hair from his pocket and thrusting it at the students. The ones it touches scream.

Severus grins wider, wiggling his fingers.)

They ran into my spell ten times.

(The Marauders start moving again as the lights start flashing.)

THE MARAUDERS

If you’d have been there

If you’d have seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

(The lights suddenly stop on Sirius. He’s still slightly shrouded in darkness, wrapped in Remus’ arms. They dance slowly, suggestively, with Sirius sniffling softly the whole time.

Mcgonogall’s expression sags at the sight.)

SIRIUS

Depuis que j'étais jeune, j'étais différent. (Ever since I was young, I was different.)

L'accident. L'erreur. (The accident. The mistake.)

Le traître. (The traitor.)

Onze, Gryffindor. (Eleven, Gryffindor.)

(He tugs at his neck.)

Douze, fauteur de troubles. (Twelve, troublemaker.)

(He punches Severus, who spits blood and grins.)

Treize, Muggleborns. (Thirteen, Muggleborns.)

(He pulls at Lily until she wrenches away into Severus’ arms.)

Quatorze, Animagus. (Fourteen, Animagus.)

(He shifts into a dog and then back again in the blink of an eye.)

Quinze, petit ami. (Fifteen, boyfriend.)

(He kisses Remus filthily.)

Seize ans, loup-garou. (Sixteen, werewolf.)

(He drags his shirt up over his stomach, where there are countless claw marks.)

Dix-sept, Potter. (Seventeen, Potter.)

(He slaps James so hard he draws blood, who grins and slinks towards Severus.)

Merde! Merde! Merde! (Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!)

Et ils me détestaient, me détestaient, me détestaient… (And they hated me, hated me, hated me…)

J'aurais pu aussi bien être mort. (I might as well have been dead.)

Et j'étais presque - (And I nearly was -)

Douleur et torture et tourment et malédiction après coup après coup… (Pain and torture and torment and curse after kick after punch…)

Et puis l'un d'eux m'a attrapé le bras. (And then one of them grabbed my arm.)

Poussa leur baguette contre elle. (Shoved their wand against it.)

J'ai vu des serpents. (I saw snakes.)

Et puis j'ai vu du rouge. (And then I saw red.)

(From behind, Regulus screams, “AVADA KEDAVRA!”)

Rouge, rouge, rouge. (Red, red, red.)

(Sirius is nearly sobbing now, as Remus brushes a finger down his cheek. Severus sneers.)

SEVERUS

Yeah, but did you do it?

(Sirius gasps, shaking his head frantically and bursting forward, fists by his sides and tears whirling out from his eyes.)

SIRIUS

Uh-uh!

Not guilty!

(Sirius falls out of Remus’ arms and back into the fray. As he rises from the floor and joins the odd puppet dance the others are doing, Remus stalks forward, hips out and mouth curled up into a snarl.)

THE MARAUDERS

They had it coming…

(The students jerk back from the bars as Remus slams himself against them and roars, cackling loudly. When he turns back to them, his eyes are burning golden and amber.

Mcgonogall steps back, shoving the children behind her. Remus grins and lets out a feral howl.)

REMUS

You see, when I was a child,

I loved walking around the woods.

I’d spend hours in there, you know -

Just wandering around, picking flowers,

You know!

Sweet, innocent, childlike things.

And then one day…

I’m wearing my favorite red jumper and skipping through the woods

And there’s this man.

He’s standing behind a tree and snarling at me,

And I’m backing away.

And I start running -

But the sun starts setting.

It goes down and down and down then suddenly -

It was dark.

And here I am, lost in the woods,

This wild man chasing me.

And I’m terrified for my life of course, and that was before he suddenly howled -

Howled!

And there in his place was a huge, hulking wolf.

And I stopped.

I stopped to watch him Change.

And he fucking bit me.

Lunged and tore at my neck and my face and my chest,

And suddenly I’m bending and breaking and Changing and I’m -

Well, I’m a monster.

I was in such a state, you see, such a state.

I completely blacked out, I can't remember a thing.

(From behind, Sirius howls. Severus yowls, “CRUCIO!”

Remus grins.)

It wasn't until later,

When I was washing my parents’ blood off my hands,

I even knew who I was!

(Remus shoves hard against the bars and sends himself tumbling back into the others. Severus catches him in a dip and twirls him towards Sirius, who dips him in a filthy kiss before letting him go so they can both start dancing again.

Mcgonogall is nearly in tears. Most of the students aren’t so lucky.)

THE MARAUDERS

They had it coming (they had it coming)!

They had it coming (they had it coming)!

They had it coming all along!

(Remus, still in the center, snaps his head back.)

REMUS (THE MARAUDERS in parentheses)

I didn't do it (he didn't do it)

But if I'd done it (but if he’d done it)

How could you tell me that I was wrong?

(He jumps back behind the others and the lights turn them all to silhouettes.)

THE MARAUDERS

They had it coming (they had it coming)!

They had it coming (they had it coming)!

They had it coming all along (they took a child in their prime)!

REMUS (THE MARAUDERS in parentheses)

I didn't do it (and then they used it) -

But if I'd done it (and they abused it) -

How could you tell me that I was wrong?

(The lights suddenly all blink out. When they come back on, the others spin in pairs in set positions like statues, silhouetted in the background as Regulus blinks up into the spotlight.

Mcgonogall swallows.)

REGULUS

I loved Amir Levis

More than I can possibly say.

He was a real bookworm -

Sensitive, a wonderer.

But he was always trying to find out my secrets.

See, he'd stay up every night looking for me,

Me and our magical little daughter.

(An accident, let me tell you.)

And while he was looking, he found:

My wand.

My family’s letters.

My stolen Horcrux.

And my Dark Mark.

I guess you could say we separated

Because of a difference in foresight.

He saw me as a murderer coming for our daughter -

(From behind, Peter dips his head back and wails, “SECTUMSEMPRA!”)

And I saw him in the way.

(Regulus smirks and ducks back into the dark. The lights start up their flashing again, all of the Marauders tugging at each other back and forth.

Suddenly Peter is thrown forward, dirty teeth spreading in a grin.

Mcgonogall whimpers into her hand.)

PETER

I never really had a home anywhere.

Didn’t fit in, was always the outcast.

That is - until I met my Marauders.

You know them as murderers, of course.

The evil, the despicable, the unforgiveable.

The Dark Lord’s most ardent and deadly followers.

But I know them as friends. Family.

The ones who didn’t say they would kill for me,

But actually did.

(Peter grins and turns his back to the students.)

And I killed for them.

Oh, did I kill for them.

Piles and piles of bodies, scores and scores of secrets…

So much pain. So much death. So much… betrayal.

(Peter whips back around, grinning madly.)

Funny, isn’t it?

Betrayal is defined as a violation of someone’s trust.

A broken promise.

An act of the utmost disloyalty.

But I betrayed thousands for the only six people in this world I was truly loyal to.

Betrayal, betrahyal.

There’s still so much pain.

So much torture, so much torment, so much terror, and then…

(From behind, Sirius shrieks, “AVADA KEDAVRA!”

Peter’s grin twists into a snarl and he spits.)

So much death.

(A student lets out a loud cry. Peter cackles and snaps back with the other Marauders, all of them moving forward and backward and sideways in sync now. All of them have their sleeves pulled up so their Dark Marks, pledging their lives to the most vicious pureblood cause there is, are out for all to see.)

THE MARAUDERS

The dirty blood, blood, blood, blood, blood!

The dirty blood, blood, blood, blood, blood!

They had it coming (they had it coming)!

They had it coming (they had it coming)!

They had it coming all along!

Cause if they used us (cause if they used us) -

And they abused us (and they abused us) -

How could you tell us that we were wrong?

They had it coming (they had it coming)!

They had it coming (they had it coming)!

They only had themselves to blame (they only had themselves to blame)!

If you’d have been there (if you’d have been there) -

If you’d have seen it (if you’d have seen it) -

I betcha you would have done the same!

(The Marauders all suddenly still and disperse, slinking like snakes back into the shadows.

Their voices fade as they do.)

LILY

You cry one more time, little one…

JAMES

Best friends, my ass…

SEVERUS

Ten times…

SIRIUS

Rouge, rouge, rouge…

REMUS

Fucking bit me…

REGULUS

In the way…

PETER

Betrayal, betrahyal…

(The Marauders’ mad grins shine from the dark long after the hallway has emptied of terrified students. They stay there, staring, as Mcgonogall takes shaky steps towards the door.)

REGULUS

Sectum…

PETER

Avada…

SEVERUS

Sempra…

SIRIUS

Kedavra…

JAMES

Imperio…

REMUS

Crucio…

LILY

Reducto…

(Mcgonogall reaches for the knob. The door slams in her face.

She gasps in surprise. From behind her there are snickers and giggles and cackles.

“Oh won’t you stay for a little while, Minnie?” Comes Sirius’ sugary sweet voice from the shadows. She turns with a pointed finger, but there is only black darkness.

Their laughs echo off the walls.

“After all… we are your favorite students.”)

[dayawantstosleep]

Summary: Lazy day with my favorite people in the world

Genre: slice of life au; idol au; poly relationships; fluff

Word Count: 625

Warnings: poly relationships

Felix was the first one that tackled me when I walked out of my bedroom. I stumbled backwards but caught myself before both of us fell to the floor.

"What's with the hug? Not that I don't appreciate it but..." He pulled away and smiled at me before leaning towards me again.

"I want cuddles." His deep voice near my ear made me almost melt in a puddle of goo. I could only nod and hug him back, my voice not working.

"Cuddles?" I turned to around to see Jisung coming out of his room.

"I heard cuddles." He said, walking towards me and hugging both me and Felix. I appreciate the extra warmth.

"What's going on here?" I turned to Chan, coming towards me from the living room.

"Y'all better not be do a cuddle pile without me." He pouted and engulfed all of us in a hug.

"Ugh, fine. Everyone gets cuddles. Binnie! Jinnie! Innie! Minnie! Minho! Get your butt over here!" I yelled and then war started.

As if by magic, all of them came rushing at me, knocking into us. Chan and I fell down, making a domino effect, until all of us were on the floor.

"Guys, I'm dying. What do they feed all of you? You're all built like athletes." I whined, feeling out of breath.

"Sorry, Noona." Innie said and all of them got off of me. I dusted myself off before the barrage of hugs came my way.

"Ok, to the couch." I yelled and all of us maneuvered to the living room, still hugging each other.

"Do you wanna watch a movie? Wait, did you guys do your homework? I already did my homework yesterday, but I'll wait until you all finish." I spoke.

"We did it already, right Hyunjin?" Jisung turned to the blonde, who nodded.

"Yep. All done." I narrowed my eyes at the youngest three but nodded before propped myself on the couch.

"Ok, cool. Minnie, Binnie, It's your day today!" I yelled and both of them sat down on either side of me.

"What movie do you wanna see?" Seungmin asked to the left of me. Some of the guys sat down on either side of them, and some of them took the other couch and the floor.

"Have y'all seen Anastasia?" I asked and Jeongin groaned loudly.

"Do we have to watch that one?"

"No, it's just an option. What about Pirates of the Carribean?" I suggested.

"Ok." Seungmin responded for him. I laughed before quickly clicking the red icon and clicking. play.

Seungmin grabbed my hand and Changbin leaned on my arm. I kissed the top of his head and enlaced my fingers with Seungmin's, warmth filling me up.

"I'll get the popcorn!" Felix shouted halfway through the first scene and ran to the kitchen.

I smiled and cuddled closer to both Seungmin and Changbin. I'd sleep in their room tonight, my favorite thing to do with the guys.

"Do you wanna sleep with Changbin? Me, or do you want to join our beds so you can sleep in the middle?" Seungkin asked.

I chuckled as an evil sorcerer casted a spell, whisps of green emerging from his staff. They already knew the answer to that question.

"Do you even have to ask? I want to sleep in the middle of my two boys," I cooed, kissing Changbin's cheek first and then leaning to kiss Seungmin's.

"Eww, get a room." Minho said on the floor.

"We will later." I said with a grin. Both guys looked at me seductively, and I felt my cheeks get warm.

"If you're done being lovey dovey, we're trying to watch a movie." Jisung exclaimed. I leaned on Changbin's shoulder and cuddled closer to him.

[ubemango]

Year after year (after tear after tear)

note 1: I wrote this last semester after watching deathly hallows for the one hundredth time... I got mad that Ron/Hermione were a thing instead of Harry/Hermione ANYWAY that’s not the point of the fic but U know that feel when Ron/Lavender were together and Hermione was crying the whole time??? Yeah that’s the point of this fic. Also based off a drabble I didn’t reupload; this is the revamped version ig

+ thank you Luna and Miss Minnie for helping me out and reading through this <3

note 2: “Ella will u ever write anything other than college au” Nope die mad about it

PAIRING. jeongguk/being in love, reader/crying, taehyung/being a good friend:( GENRE. sad romance. it’s college angst RATED. T WORD COUNT. 3.4k WARNINGS. I don’t mean it. SUMMARY. Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.

let me go, let me stay, let me live in oblivion...

cehryl, sway

(1) 

He doesn’t even need to say she’s there. It’s the same succession of movement every time: his spine will go rigid, then his eyes will light up. Maybe he’ll twiddle his thumbs under the table too. He fidgets like he is.

“I really like her,” Jeongguk sighs.

“That’s good,” you answer.

You stab at the margins of your notebook with your pen. Taehyung doesn’t say anything. He sits across you, unwounded and wholly unbothered, taking another bite of his messy sandwich. At least he cares enough to send you a look that says he understands your vexation.

“Why don’t you go talk to her then?” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk fidgets a little more. He sends another forlorn look past Taehyung’s shoulders. “She hasn’t texted me back.”

“When’d you text her?”

“Like two hours ago.”

“Hmph,” Taehyung grumbles. Instantly you think of Jeongguk waking up with the urgent need to text Jieun. You resist making the disturbed noise that itches at your throat.

“Maybe she’s just too busy,” Jeongguk argues.

“Well she is carrying a billion textbooks,” you chime in. And you’re not wrong. Jieun stands near the pizza station, contemplating lunch choices with the burdens of fourth-year organic chemistry and animal physiology in her tiny hands. She’s dainty in that pretty way. If you had the gall, you’d be green with jealousy, but even you can’t deny her charm.

“Maybe I’ll go help her—“

Taehyung slams his hands across the table on his arm. “Do not.”

“She’s so cute.” Jeongguk resigns, sitting back down.

If you were kinder to yourself, you’d excuse your presence for the sake of finding solace in your homework elsewhere. There’s a weird mixture of pity and rapture that keeps you glued to your seat though; while you loathe to sit out one more second of Jeongguk foaming at the mouth for annoyingly-pretty-Jieun, there’s also the anchor in your heart that weighs you right back down to him. 

In a less metaphoric translation: he cut his hair and he looks really good.

“So are you… talking talking?” Taehyung asks through mushy bread.

“Sorta,” Jeongguk says. “I mean—she and I talk through Snap.”

“Does she save your messages?”

“Nope.”

“Jesus,” Taehyung says again.

“I do,” Jeongguk interjects.

“Christ.” Taehyung snorts. “Do you guys have any classes together?”

“A-level anthropology. She needed it for her degree requirement.”

It makes sense. “So she was the fourth year you had to talk to for group discussion,” you recall.

“Yeah.”

“And now you’re in love with her.” (Taehyung gives you a sharp stare.)

“Well—sure,” Jeongguk replies. “I don’t know. She’s cool. The other day she was watching a stream of someone playing Resident Evil and my heart was so—big for her.”

You scrunch your nose. He says this like you didn’t come over the second it came out and took turns playing it with him but you won’t bring it up. “Cute,” you say instead.

“Oh.” You watch his phone light up on the table. “It’s—she messaged me back.”

Jeongguk stays preoccupied tapping furiously on his screen. Taehyung finishes his sandwich with a gulp, offering you one more glance of understanding. Your chest hurts.

(2)

There’s a movie playing in the student lounge tonight. Some high-definition, revolutionary take on pop culture you haven’t watched the trailer for yet. It’s Jeongguk who invites you.  

He’s saved you a seat next to him on the couch, buttered popcorn hot on his lap. “You’re late,” Jeongguk complains when you fall into the cushion next to him.

“I don’t like movies.”

“But you like me.”

You know it’s a joke. But offence comes in the form of a shiver that runs right down your back, and if he was any closer he probably would have felt it. “Sure,” you answer instead. “Taehyung not here yet?”

“Nah.” He tips the bucket in your direction in offering, and you scoop a handful of kernels. “He had some band rehearsal or something. He’ll probably come later.”

The opening scenes drone into a buzz you pay half-attention to. A lot of people are here tonight, and the convention of silence isn’t something they really care about because you can barely hear what you’re not even trying to listen to. Jeongguk groans. “So loud,” he says.

You shrug. “Are you sad about that?”

“Shut up.” He clicks his tongue. Spreads his legs and leans back attractively, and you cross your legs to distract yourself from the sudden track of desire that makes a course through your head. Literally any boy could do the same douchey thing and you’d find it gross, but Jeongguk was never any boy. Jeongguk is clumsy and knocks his knees against yours and apologizes quick under his breath, and you notice he hasn’t looked at you once.

You don’t put it past him. You probably shouldn’t be so preoccupied with your messy love life when the one it concerns is right next to you. But it’s easy to get lost in the lull of the movie you’re not here for, seeking out Jeongguk’s presence, because it’s what you do when you don’t care about the consequences.

You turn to him when he nudges your shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispers. 

“Yeah?”

“I see Jieun.”

Of course he sees Jieun. You know how it works. The signal that blares the second you notice something’s right about the room, your periphery shrinking into the one thing, and it was Jeongguk sitting on this couch. You didn’t even need to search for him because he was just there. Now Jieun is just there and and you’re here but not to Jeongguk. 

Never for Jeongguk.

You nod in agreement. “Yeah. Up front?”

“Mhm.”

The glow of the screen surrounds her, almost like she’s some holy deity. Trust Jieun to make the back of her head just as pretty as her face. There’s bitterness, but there’s also acceptance, and that’s what’s mashing at your insides. “She’s alone,” you remark.

“She says she likes going to the movies here,” Jeongguk says, and it clicks.

“So you’re here for her.”

He scratches his chin, frowning. “I—maybe. Yeah,” he flounders.

You're quiet for the sake of being polite, but a million derisive words jumble quiet in your head. Like you’d said earlier, you don’t even like movies. But it meant an hour and a half of wondering if his thigh would touch yours. An amalgamation of all the sweetest things you could imagine happening in this two-seater, and he won’t spare you one glance. 

You find your words before you start floundering, too. “So are you gonna talk to her?”

“I want to.”

“You should if you want to.”

“I just—“ he pauses when the dialogue continues loudly on-screen— “I… have a question.”

“Sure.”

“Friend to friend.” Your insides freeze up. For a strange couple seconds, you contemplate laughing. “I just—I feel so clueless. I like her a lot but it feels like it’s going nowhere. One second I’m texting her and it really seems like it’s going somewhere and then she doesn’t talk to me for two days.”

“Sounds rough,” you offer. 

“It’s annoying. I don’t know. I mean we’re nowhere near exclusive but I’m still sorta hurt, y’know? Is it—is it wrong for me to feel like that? Am I allowed to feel this sad?”

Jeongguk takes the pause for your initial thoughts to dump a handful of popcorn in his mouth. You both stare forward, and you know who he’s looking at. “Is that your question?” You mumble.

“Yeah.”

You stick your hand in the bucket. Jeongguk takes his hand out. “You’re allowed to be sad.”

“Hm,” he huffs.

“It’s a bad feeling—like you’re going somewhere with someone when you really aren’t,” you continue. You bring your knees up to your chest, and if your shoes scuff the couch you don’t really care. “It’s not your fault. I get it. You get the—the hope that she’ll keep talking to you, because if she’s not then it feels like she doesn’t care, right? And it all just blows up in your face when you don’t talk but when you do it feels good again. You know. Like a cycle.”

Jeongguk nods fast. “A dumb cycle,” he snorts, and you can’t help but agree.

“You’ll be fine,” you say.

“Thanks.” He bumps his elbow against yours in an effort to lighten up the mood. “You know. Whoever you end up with? They’re really lucky.”

Ouch. That’s literally the last thing you’d planned on hearing tonight, but you’ll take it anyway. “You’re too nice to me.”

“I mean it!”

“Thanks.” You’ve never doubted his sincerity—never will. But when it works against your favour, it’s hard to hide being terse. Especially when you have nothing left to say. 

On-screen, a couple shares a passionate kiss.

“I don’t like this movie,” you decide.

Jeongguk hums. “Sorry.”

The moment is done. You had come for loveless possibilities; watched them disintegrate with every word Jeongguk spoke. The rational part of your brain reminds you it isn’t his fault. 

It’s always yours.

“You should go sit with her,” you encourage.

“Really?”

If Jeongguk’s trying to hide his excitement, it’s not working. He sucks in his bottom lip. Something he does when he’s contemplating anything nerve-wracking, and with the awful feeling stabbing your stomach, you remember how hard it is to forget the small things about him. “Go. I’ll save this seat for Taehyung.”

“Alright,” he resolves. He hands you the popcorn bucket. Gives you one last hopeful look and bounds off to the front without warning. 

You watch him whisper to get Jieun's attention. She adjusts fast, it seems—he slides in the couch right next to her in an instant. When his shoulder touches hers, your heart shatters.

Taehyung doesn’t show up. When the movie’s done, Jeongguk and Jieun are nowhere to be seen. 

At least you got the popcorn to yourself.

(3)

“You’re such a masochist,” Taehyung declares.

“Maybe.”

"Stop talking to him."

"Stop talking to our best friend?" No one really comes to the library on weekends. It's a void you signed up to volunteer in, shelving books in peace. But this time Taehyung insisted he come by to help you out. Really he'd just felt bad that he couldn't make it to movie night last week, and he'd listened to the failed outcome with kind ears—and unkind advice. "I can't just—do that."

"I mean like taking a friendship break," he suggests. You hand him the generous weight of a British literature anthology to slot in. "What the fuck. This is so heavy. Anyway go join a club or something. Distract yourself."

"So much work."

"Yeah but would you rather die every time J-word comes around?" Taehyung frowns when you push the trolley ahead without him. "Priorities. Priorities!"

His volume is a touch higher than the acceptable whisper, and you make sure his foot falls victim to the sudden stop of the wheels. He grumbles when it scuffs his shoe. "It's not easy!" You scold tightly.

"Neither is sticking around him all the time! It's been three years. We graduate soon. And I don't want to sound mean, but you need to deal with all of this better."

What he means? An honest effort. What you take from it? Nothing, because dealing with it means confronting your feelings with a rationality you don't have. You'll never be poised enough for that. 

"It's not easy," you repeat.

You're getting restive, rifling through the spines of books with unsteady hands. You want to blame the coffee you had before coming in, but the more you succumb to Taehyung's comfort, the more you unravel. He does nothing but watch now. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Like really?"

Easy question. You still hesitate. "Nope."

He sighs like he didn't want that answer. "It's been a long time, huh."

Of what, he doesn't say. He doesn't need to. You know what the context is—Jeongguk became a constant the minute you'd exchanged hellos in first year. Your friendship was never an extravagant affair: just something you'd pursued with no romantic prompt whatsoever, because statistics isn't the easiest for people who are only doing it for the credit. He's always been good at easy things.

It's all about happenstance. How saying hi to a kind face in a cold classroom means unfolding three years worth of tumult. You think of all the fairytales you’ve lived: fifth-grade harbingers of cheek kisses, high school promises that would bring you to the ends of the Earth. Now, a lost cause, because college isn’t grounds for fair endings, and the authors of your fate are not kind. How easy it would be to just pick it up and shove it along with the other books you push into the shelf.

You can't help but mirror Jeongguk's anguish. "I'm stupid," you confess, rounding the next aisle to crouch and stock the bottom of the bookcase. 

Taehyung hums. "You're not."

"It's my fault."

"It's not your fault," he argues. "You're just good at loving someone. But that doesn't mean it feels good. Don't be mad when I say what I'm about to say."

"Okay," you caution.

"Sometimes I want to punch your head," Taehyung explains. He tuts when you make a target of his ankle with the hardcover in your hand. "You know? Pinch the I love Jeongguk nerves till they go away."

"You're very nice.”

He runs a hand along the spines of the history of the Middle Ages. "I just don't like seeing you so hurt all the time,” he says. He walks on ahead wordlessly. You stare at the boring carpet of the floor, and think of how nice it is to have Taehyung as a friend.

(3.9)

There’s something particularly amazing about the drive to do well in school: the hyper-sensitive awareness of your dwindling sense of self, because late nights and dehydration have pretty much become personal traits at this point. You’ll look online for ways to do self-care later. It’s a fatalistic time of year, studying for exams. Maybe you should straighten your back, but no one’s in your room to scold you this late at night.

It takes two seconds past midnight for Taehyung to bulldoze through your text notifications.

[12:00:02 AM] taehyubg: HAPPY

[12:00:04 AM] taehyubg: BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [12:00:09 AM] taehyubg: Sorry u have to study about profit margins or whatever [12:00:15 AM] taehyubg: Take it easy 👌🏼

[12:00:30 AM] You: thank you :)

[12:00:38 AM] You: fhdfkjhsfkjf i’m tired!!!!! buy me coffee tomorrow as ur gift

[12:01:09 AM] taehyubg: Yeah

[12:01:13 AM] taehyubg: Maybe

[12:01:15 AM] taehyubg: :P

[12:01:29 AM] taehyubg: Ok I’ll let u study. Seriously though. good luck!

[12:01:40 AM] You: thank u:) again lol

You lay your phone down flat. Too many temptations to consider if you keep the screen within your periphery, but that doesn't stop you from leaving the ringer on.

In the thoughtless state of staring at your loopy handwriting, you think of Jeongguk.

Maybe he’s hunched over his desk, too. Contemplating his own writing, because they’re incomprehensible and he’s too proud to give up the faux-cursive he’s learned for fast lecturers. 

Or maybe he’s lying down in bed, considering sleep with tired eyes. Maybe he listens to the ticking of his clock. The seconds trailing past midnight, and maybe, you hope, maybe it’s still too early, because he's never forgotten your birthday before.

The shrieks of your phone scratching the wood on your desk ring loud. You try not to sink into sad possibilities. So you grab for it, and the split second before you swipe, you see Jeongguk’s face, and you sigh in relief. 

“Hi,” his voice filters through the line. "Is it—am I too late? Is it late?"

"No. Not at all," you answer a little more breathlessly than you want to let on.

"Oh. Cool. Ha. How—how are you?"

Not an uncommon greeting but you thought—”I’m good."

"Good. You're studying too right? You have your exam tomorrow?"

"So you just called to check on me?"

"Sure."

"Ah. Okay," you whisper. 

"Actually, no—I. I called because I just wanted someone to talk to. If that's okay."

The screen is strikingly cold on your hot cheek. If you focus hard enough, the atoms inside you might collide faster and burst into complete hysterics. You think the drama is warranted. 

Of course he forgot your birthday. 

"It's fine,” you mumble. “Are you okay?"

"I just—ahhh… Just nervous is all. Jieun, she—we’re seeing another movie tomorrow night, so."

"Well you're just watching a movie."

"Yeah but. I don't know. I don't have you, this time."

You could analyze the irony of that sentence but then you'd really explode. The softness of his words are stifling. "Sorry."

"I just want it to be perfect," he says.

"That's good."

Jeongguk makes a rough noise. Stretching, probably. "Are you sure I'm not calling too late?"

"Positive," you answer. Rigid in your posture, like how he changes his stance when he sees Jieun. Now, you don't really see anything. Just the blur of the oddities of your messy notes and the very real truth of the boy who knows nothing, sitting in his room, oblivious to the pounding of your heart. Your head. It hurts to keep your eyes open.

"Cool. Thanks," he sighs. "Thanks for—uh. Listening. I keep talking about... her. Don't I?"

"Yeah, but. We can't help who we like, can we."

"Right."

Tonight he talks about her pretty fingernails, and her shiny hair. The buzzing in your ears cuts him off thirty minutes into the phone call. You think you might convince yourself to spew the polemic sitting ugly under your tongue, so you bid him a hasty goodbye with the excuse of covering content you haven't gotten to yet. 

He hangs up first. You feel much, much older. 

(4)

There’s a bench on the east side of campus, across the iron statue of a revered professor. It’s decorated with a dandelion flower crown. A bird alights on its head. Taehyung meets you with a medium coffee, and a muted smile. 

"You did good," he says. 

You give him an attempt at a grateful look. Today, nothing sits right: the exam was hellish, and the skin of your ring finger throbs red from writing too hard. The loom of your headache threatens a siege but you sip at the heat of your coffee before you can think about it. “Thanks.”

Taehyung sighs into his seat. “Nice weather,” he jokes. He points at the chubby swallow currently chirping high noises of delight. “It’s saying happy birthday.”

“That’s cute.”

“Speaking of a little birdie,” he clears his throat, “heard our little fledgling was psyched for another date soon.”

You are very aware. And it’s not like he had to be cautious about bringing the subject up—Taehyung’s as much of an insider about Jeongguk’s love life as much as you are victim. Friendship codes are complicated. Taehyung knows how much you hurt. “He called me last night.”

“He did?”

“Oh yeah. Told me all about how he wanted everything to be perfect,” you recall. You feel the daggers of Taehyung’s gaze on your face. “I—I don’t know anything anymore.”

He shrugs. “You’re smart.”

“He didn’t remember it was my birthday.”

“So did you remind him?”

“No,” you admit.

“You’re smart,” Taehyung repeats. “Letting him get all in his head. Makes his downfall that much better.”

You take refuge in his aggressive comfort, the dying warmth of the cup in your hands. The grip you have, tightens. “So what I’m hearing is that you’re on my side.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Jieun this, Jieun that.” He clicks his teeth. “Maybe I do. I don’t know. But if all that it does is make you so small like this…”

The swallow has been pecking at the professor’s glasses. It takes a moment to reflect, twisting its neck in a robotic staccato. Then it flies off. Up, up—flapping and struggling, and it soars right past the windows of the student lounge.

Jeongguk and Jieun make a very pretty pair waiting in line for free popcorn. Taehyung lets you squeeze his arm.

“Is it supposed to feel like this?” You falter in the question. 

“No,” he says. He accepts your tears with his hard shoulder. “It shouldn’t. But happy birthday anyway.”

[ashthewaterghoul]

Take Me Back – A Wolfstar One Shot

TW - mention of abuse, implied suicidal thoughts, implied depression.

You look just the same as I always remember.

Ever since the last time Sirius Black said farewell to Remus Lupin, he had fantasised about the day they would finally be reunited. Well thirteen year later and that day was finally here. Sirius was once again facing Remus, his scars travelling over his face in a familiar curvature, golden brown hair flopping over his face, his eyes still an intoxicating shade of amber.

All those Friday nights, Under the lights, under the bleachers together.

In their search for hidden passageways and cupboards in school, the two lads found a gap in the quidditch stands that had a perfect view of the night sky. They told no-one, and would often sneak off together on their sleepless nights.

You and I were meant to be something more than a faded memory, ‘till you and I, something divided us.

Anybody with eyes could see they were perfect for each other, they could’ve done so much together. But, Sirius got framed for mass-murder, and they were forced to part without so much as a goodbye. That was 13 years ago.

If the universe is infinite, then it's definite, there's an alternative reality where we're now a family.

During his imprisonment, Sirius wondered if there was a version of events where he was happy with Remus. They always wanted a family together, but clearly their happiness wasn’t allowed to exist.

Take me back in time to love you, take me back when we were lost, lost in love and lost in feeling without the cost.

Sirius wondered if the wonders of the magical world could include time travel, then he go back and fix everything he did that separated him from his beloved.

Take me back in time to high school, take me back when things were light, light my heart and light my shadow, and make it alright.

Hogwarts was easily the highlight of his life, he had James, Lily, Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, Alice, Frank, and even Minnie. There was no war, he had months on end away from his parents. And he had him.

Cause I already lost it once what I already won.

Sirius’ abuse left him with terrible nightmares, and those nightmares gave him terrible thoughts. Him getting to spend time with Remus was his reward for not succumbing.

You don't look the same at all as I remember. The light has left your eyes, something has changed, then you were way more put together.

When Remus first laid eyes on Sirius, after thirteen long, painful years, he knew it was him, but it didn’t look like him. His hair was no longer the shoulder-length silky curtain, it was an matted, scraggly mess. His once warm, sculpted face was now gaunt and hollow. His flesh and muscle was hanging, loosely on his bones, it looked paper thin, no where near as soft as it was when they were young.

But I remember something someone asked me back in school. [Pads], if you asked me, I'd still go to prom with you.

Remus knew his Sirius was in there, he would give anything to get him back, not that he really had much to give. The happiest night of their lives was the seventh year leavers ball. That night they vowed to be with each other until the grave, they even planned to get tattoos of each other’s paw prints. Remus only built up the courage for it once it was too late.

The universe is infinite, and its definite, there's an alternative reality, where its only you and me.

Every full moon, when Remus was at his worst, in every way, he wished for another life, where he could be happy with Sirius. Together, they could’ve taken on the world. Remus wondered if he could ever be happy, and hoped that if he ever could, Sirius would be at his side.

Take me back in time to love you, hold me closer than before, heal my heart and mend what's broken, to feel you once more.

Remus wished to be in fifth year again, when he and Sirius started dating. Before each full moon, Remus didn’t know whether or not he could take it again, but Sirius was always there for him, he always knew just what say, the exact amount Remus needed to be squeezed when he was holding him. Remus had lost faith in nearly everything, until he found out the traitor Pettigrew was alive. He had faith in his love, that he was innocent, that he wasn’t corrupt and evil like he’d foolishly thought for too long.

Take me back to high school, take me back when things were light, light my heart and light my shadow, for one more night.

Remus had felt as if love was merely a trick of the mind, you thought it existed but it was just your imagination, his body playing one cruel trick after another on him. He felt as if everything was dark. Nothing could light the endless abyss that was Remus Lupin’s life. That was until he saw Sirius again. His shining star was there again to light the void.

I've lost too much now to care, but I know that something's still there.

They’d both lost nearly everything. They thought all hope was gone until they were back in front of each other. When they embraced each other, they felt like school boys again. They hadn’t ever had a sense of déjà vu like that. Ever.

I'll never let you go. I'll never let you go. I'll never let you go now.

The first time they were alone together after too much time apart, they said the same vow as they did that night in seventh year. The tattoos would just have to wait.

Just take be back, gotta take me back. Just take me back, gotta take me back…

Throughout their relationship while in Hogwarts, James, Lily, Marlene and Dorcas were the people constantly pushing them together. Sirius decided to find Remus, a week after he went into hiding, he didn’t want to go however long it would be without a proper goodbye. Not again. When they could finally spend five minutes alone, they felt as if their friends, no, family was pushing them together again.

In time to love you. Hold me closer than before, heal my heart and mend what's broken to feel you once more.

The first kiss in 13 years felt like the first time all over again. Merlin, how Remus had missed Sirius gently tracing his facial scars with his thumb, and Sirius had missed Remus gently tucking his hair behind his ear.

Light my heart and light my shadow to make it alright. Alright!

The few moments they shared before Sirius had to flee, were some of the best moments they’d ever shared. There was so much to tell, so much to do, but it would have to wait. As Remus watched his once again boyfriend fly into the night-sky. He was not sad, he had a feeling they would get to get to catch up soon enough. Sirius shared the same emotion. They felt connected in an way only explainable by one of the oldest, most powerful, most potent forms of magic. Love.

Hello there! As you may have guessed this was to a song again. The song is ‘Take Me Back’ from a musical called ‘Black Friday’. The song reminds me of a post-poa Wolfstar, Sirius as Tom (the male part) and Remus as Becky (the female part). Hope you enjoyed it, any feedback would be greatly appreciated as well as other ideas for future fics. ❤️

Here’s the link to the song: https://youtu.be/MCZnMDZrgvQ

You can view all my one shots here

[missdutch21md]

Music of the Night | 3

A/N: Hello Lovelies!! Here is part 3!!! Some background and general angst?? Not sure how you guys will like it honestly;; Anyways as rough as this chapter can be,  I hope you still enjoy this look in Taehyung’s mind.. bc. holy cow, i went there. I was listening to sappy music and got into writing and this was born!! Sorry for being late with this chapter, I know I promised it last night but after Be got released I literally couldn’t function. My apologies and please forgive me and accept this chapter as a token of my love. 💖💖

Summary: The time is 1856. Location: Paris, France at the Opera Populaire. Taehyung is living his life when who should stumble into his life than the most beautiful singer he has ever heard? She was the missing instrument to his orchestra. She would complete the score for his… Music of the Night.

Pairing:  Opera Ghost! Taehyung x Singer! Ballet Dancer! MC

Genre: Angst 🥺

Rating: Mature 🔞

Length: 1.2k

Characters: rich! Seokjin, rich! Yoongi, dance instructor! hoseok, officer! Jimin, stagehand! Jungkook, chorus girl! BlackPink

⚠️Warnings⚠️: mentions of religion, stalking, abuse, (would you guys consider PotO as disabled--idk how to write this really in a pc way), body image issues, self deprecation, fear of abandonment, slight yandere themes 

Please keep in mind this is a work of FICTION this in no way reflects on any BTS members or Taehyung as a person. This is simply a story for the imagination.

Go b a c k | Turn p a g e | M.L i s t 

Taehyung found that while the Opera was busy bustling with excitement, he could not match their jovial feelings. He had gone about his usual morning routine of ensuring his pupil had awakened at a decent hour. He always blushed and told himself, he only did this to help her, it was surely not to catch sight of her in nothing but a thin shift. He would never. 

 The ensemble had gone through countless rehearsals already, and the quizzical man found himself losing interest, even with the way his little pupil huffed, and flushed from the vigor of her dancing. He was intrigued again when she scampered off to see the costumers, and was content to watch her from the holes in the walls as she worked diligently. She seemed to fit in everywhere she went. Easily sliding into conversation with poise and always being so well mannered.  

 He often thought of their deep conversations and smiled ruefully at his memories of just the night before when she was so tired and yet still adamant to meet him for her lessons.  

 Taehyung didn’t think himself a particularly cruel man, but still, he expected a certain amount of dedication from the young woman. She was meant to complete his music after all, though she wasn’t exactly privy to his intentions, yet.  

 He blinked when he realized that the young woman had scampered off without his noticing, the older women spoke of luncheon, and he hastily made his way to the mess hall, sure that he would find her there. And find her he did, flushed and beautiful as ever while her friends teased her.  

 “Finish quickly so you can come back to us!” the girl with long, dark tresses urged his pupil.  

 “Besides I think Hoseok misses you,” the younger girl laughed in a liting tone.  

 Taehyung had noticed that the male dancer had become somewhat of a mentor to her, taking her under his wing. It was clear on one occasion that his little pupil wasn’t completely immune to the older man’s charm and appeal. He watched as she shook her head but the light blush dusting her features deepened at their persistence. The girls continued their teasing for a bit longer and the blonde, (Taehyung never cared to learn their names. They were not his pupil, so why should he really care, was his logic. though he remembered she was the youngest girl of the group) even acted out a scene where she, as his pupil, would swoon in the brunette’s arms as though they were Hoseok’s waiting arms. At this, the dancer he was so keen on had turned so unapologetically red, one of the other girls began to speak. But Taehyung could stomach no more, with one final glance at the petite dancer, his pupil, and he was positive she would faint. His stomach tightened, and his mind was racing,  so he did the only thing he could think to do while tears stung the backs of his eyes and a few even rolled hotly down his cheeks.  

 He left.  

 He would not hear how Jennie playfully called him the true desire of his pupil. He probably never would guess in a million years, even if he had stayed. All he could hear was a loud ringing in his ears, and the voices of all those who had scorned him. Devil Child, Evil, Hell’s Spawn.  

 You name it, he was branded it at one time or another.  

 Taehyung anguished as he descended back into the belly of the Opera House, his past traumas endured kept coming in wave after wave. He could never be the desire of his beloved; of that he was certainly sure. How could he be? He didn’t even have the courage to stand before her. It took so much out of him to even speak to her. That had left him shaken for a week before he roused the courage to speak to her again. His face was another thing entirely, while the left side of his face looked like that of an angel, chiseled to form the finest, most shockingly beautiful face. The right side of his face was marred, he knew that at one look at his entire face, the dancer he so longed for would reject him. The revelation, though it was hardly a revelation at all, was constantly at the forefront of his mind. He was painstakingly aware of his ‘deformity’ as others would call it. He knew he could not compare to the charm of Jung Hoseok. Not only was the man his older, but he was also a force to be reckoned with. Minnie spoke of him constantly to Taehyung.   

 Down, down, down he descended back into the darkness. Back to his solace, once he arrived to his dwelling, he couldn’t stop the sobs that wracked his body. He mourned for the life he yearned for. He was a man with great mind, and superior skills than the average man but he was doomed to be forever alone. His thoughts took another turn at that word. Alone.  

 He growled out and lashed at a project he was working on. He through the pages of his manuscript over the floor. He tore off the beautiful fabrics that he dressed himself in. He knelt down and wept, collapsing in on himself, the pain he felt becoming too great knowing that one day, his little pupil would one day leave him too. His mother left him with her death, his only friend he had known, Minnie, had left too. 

 The little ballerina girl who had saved him all those years ago, how tragic was it that Minnie had to leave. He had mourned her, yes, certainly. She was his friend. He told her to not accept the advances of the drifting stage hands that seemed to rotate with every production. But she had said it was true love, how sorely mistaken she had been. She only cried to Taehyung one month ago. And here he was now, without his companion and without anyone to lean on. It was only inevitable that the beautiful singer he so doted on now would one day meet the same road to lead her out of his life. 

 Taehyung did not stir the rest of the day, until well into the night. After the music had died down, and it was hours after when Taehyung was sure that the Opera house was asleep. The evening was bleeding into the next morning as he silently made his way up to the chapel. He hadn’t bothered to dress properly after his fit of rage and hurt. His shift was barely covering his toned chest and hanging onto his shoulders and barely tucked into his trousers anymore.  

 In the chapel, he gasped at the sight that greeted him. His eyes snapped to catch the velvet ribbon he had bestowed upon his pupil, he had rid her of the ghastly and tattered maroon fabric, and the luxurious fabric sat tied into a beautiful bow around a parchment near the window where he would watch her from during their nights of tutelage. Was her natural talent enough to recognize where his voice was really coming from?  

 He opened the letter with shaky fingers and felt his heart shatter in an entirely different way. Her writing was shaky, still unpracticed and unsure, he thought back on the night before and how he was urging her to try writing. Possibly, she was nervous? In her scrawling script, he saw that she tried desperately to imitate his long and precise strokes. He hungrily devoured the words and poured over the details over and over for there were only a few words.  

 I apologize fore displeezing you, Master  

 X ______  

 Taehyung sighed as he held the paper close to his heart. He didn’t care that it was 4 AM. He had to go and see her. And so, he did.  She was sleeping, though not peacefully, he lamented. How he longed to press a tender kiss to her furrowed brow. He didn’t it was likely one of the other girls would wake, and he couldn’t have that. He settled for scrawling a note back to her and leaving it by her vanity to find once she woke with the velvet ribbon resting back in its rightful place.  

Go b a c k | Turn p a g e 

[gimmeyoon]

You’ve Become My Favorite Sin [10]

     ✷ Pairing: Jimin x reader | feat. Jungkook x reader and Yoongi x reader

     ✷ Setting: Angels and Demons au, slowburn

     ✷ Ratings/Warnings: M for Mature, religious themes, language, Smut (Oral (m), dirty talk, slightly sub Jimin, unprotected sex, but Angels and Demons probably can’t have kids or get STDS and you can, so wrap it before you tap it)

     ✷ Word Count: 3.1k

     ✷ Summary: When Jimin started questioning his place in the world as an angel, you took it upon yourself to show him the darker side of life. Suddenly, falling from grace doesn’t seem so bad.

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    "So, you trust him?" Jungkook asked. He had finally come by your office today, despite having avoided it for about a human week now. He always needed space after your fights and you allowed it because eventually he would come back when he was ready.

   "Yes," you said. "You've never known angels like I did; I can tell which ones are the righteous assholes."

    "They're all righteous assholes," Jungkook retorted, throwing a knife at the board on your wall.

   "So that's how you really feel about me?" you teased.

   "You're not an angel," Jungkook said, frowning a little.

   "Am I not?" You looked up at the ceiling as you considered it. "I don't know which I've been longer."

   "You are neither angel nor demon," Jungkook said matter-of-factly as he sat down across from your desk. "They have a whole new word for you."

   "That's one way to look at it," you said with a small smile.

   "I'm sorry I lost my cool on the mission," he said with a sigh.

   "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

   "I won't say I think your judgment is totally clear."

   "Because I have a fetish for Angels?" you laughed, though not with the full robust humor you usually had.

   "No, because you clearly like him more than you've let on."

   "Clearly," you scoffed.

   "You can't fool me," Jungkook said, smirking. "I haven't fucked you in months."

    "Maybe I'm bored with you."

   "There's no need to be mean," he said, mocking pain as he placed a hand over his heart.

    He was right. You hadn't really thought about it, it hadn't been intentional, but since you and Jimin had grown closer you hadn't called your favorite demon to you. It's not like you owed Jimin anything, you knew that he knew at least parts of your history with Jungkook, but it hadn't even been a thought in your mind.

   "I think I've changed," you said, looking up at Jungkook, who slowly nodded his head in response.

   "Subtly," he said. "If you blinked you would miss it."

   "Do you think it's a bad thing?"

   Jungkook seemed to consider this for a moment. "I always liked your humanity. You've always been different than the other demons, perhaps more so now than ever before."

   "You would still follow me?"

   "Always."

   "It seems unlikely we get out of this unscathed."

   "That should be the title of your memoir."

   "We're fucked."

   "Good, we're demons of lust."

   You sighed. "I'm being serious."

   "I know," Jungkook said, smiling widely. "There's nothing wrong with you."

   "Then why have I changed for him?"

   Jungkook floated his knife in the air as he looked up at the ceiling and considered this. "Reversion to the mean," he said looking back at you.

   "Math?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

   "The way I see it," he said, adding a second knife to the air. "You're over here," he said moving one far to the right. "And he's over here," he moved the other to the left. "As the two of you interact more, you move closer and closer to the middle. To the average of whatever heaven and hell is."

   "Yes, but I need souls to live."

   "So keep getting souls," Jungkook shrugged. "You and I both know you have less to lose in this."

   "I know," you said, nodding your head. "I hate everyone."

   "At least that hasn't changed."

   It's in unexpected ways that you see his influence. Jungkook's right, it's not too hard to hide any goodness in you. You've messed up a few deals, at one point sitting a girl down and telling her no man was worth her soul.

   Jay had given you a weird look, but when he asked what wrong you just told him you were thinking about Yoongi. That seemed to be enough of a response to explain why you passed on her soul.

   She had reminded you of you, that much was true, but it was the cross around her neck that made you hesitate. What if she was Jimin's charge? You'd never seen her, and frankly Jimin never really talked about her anymore.

   Neither of you really talked about work anymore. Jimin helped you with Dragas and nothing else. You didn't talk about the obvious ways your worlds clashed.

   Jimin was more than an angel and you were more than a demon, yet at times it felt like all that didn't matter. You had higher callings to answer to.

   You had been naive in thinking that by becoming a demon you wouldn't have to answer to duty anymore. Sometimes you wondered if Jimin truly grasped what had happened to you. You regretted that those thought only came when you were apart.

   You were selfish and greedy, just as a demon should be, and when he was around you wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of his body, to show him just how much you wanted him.

   When you thought better of whatever your relationship with Jimin was, you reminded yourself that he was wise enough to make his own choices. He could handle himself and you had already told him your story. He knew what the consequences of giving into desire were.

   And he seemed not to care.

   "If you think anymore your head will explode," Jungkook said, pulling a knife from the dart board. You hadn't even noticed he had returned to the spot.

   "I'm doing a bad thing, aren't I?" you said, to which Jungkook shrugged.

   "According to who?" Jungkook moved to stand in front of your desk. "The big guy up there? I thought you stopped caring what he thought a long time ago."

  "A girl never stops wanting her daddy's approval," you winked.

  Jungkook laughed heartily, throwing his head back. "Seriously," he said composing himself. "Who's to say what's good or bad?"

   "The entire system we work within."

   "Yeah, but we're anarchists. Always have been."

   "Jimin's not."

   Jungkook scoffed. "Yeah, you're right, _____. The angel that asked you to hide him from Heaven and that has willingly watched us buy souls isn't an anarchist."

    "He'll resent me," you said, shaking your head as you stood from your desk began to pace the office.

    "Because you resent, Azazel or Yoongi of whatever his fucking name is?"

    "I don't resent Yoongi," you insisted, shaking your hand at Jungkook.

    Jungkook raised an eyebrow in response. "You don't?"

    "I mean I did," you said. "I got over it."

    "Did you resent him for the fall or for fucking the first human he found?"

    "There's no need to be mean," you said, mocking Jungkook from before.

    Jungkook laughed. "I'm just saying, there's no reason to assume how Jimin would react. All you can do is talk to him."

    "Gross," you said, scrunching up your face.

    "I know," Jungkook said, his face matching yours. "That's the true evil."

    Though Jimin doesn't seem interested in talking the next time you see him. When you feel him tug at your bond, you call him to your home. You offer him a greeting, that might as well go completely ignored, as he is kissing you the next moment.

    "Sorry," he giggles, as he pulls away just enough so that your noses are still touching. "I've been thinking about that all day."

    You can't help but giggle with him, moving to rest your head on his shoulder. His arms tighten around you as you nuzzle into him.

    "Are we doing something you'll regret forever?" you asked, your voice quiet.

    "No," he said, pulling back so that you had to look at him. "I could never regret you."

    "You say that now-"

    "And I'll say it forever," he said, giving you a serious look before pulling you into another kiss.

    "Promise?" you asked, as he pulled away.

    "Promise."

    And then you kiss him again, harder, because you want to believe it. You want to believe that in the end the two of you can still look each other in the eyes. Maybe Jungkook's right, maybe this is all based on Yoongi, but you don't want to think about that, as Jimin's hands slip under your shirt.

   You encourage him, pulling back and raising your arms, so he can rid you of it. He smiles as he throws it across the room but it drops slightly as his eyes return to you. He's seen you in this before, the black lingerie you wore out on Fallen Day, but the way his eyes widen, it seems like the first time.

    "Do you want to see more?" you asked, causing him to look back up at you.

    "I feel like that's obvious," he said, blushing a little.

    "Minnie," you smiled, pulling him closer to you. "Whatever you want, you just have to ask."

   "Whatever?"

   You nodded you head, a smirk on you face. "I doubt there's anything you could ask that would surprise the demon of lust."

   "I think you underestimate me," he said, kissing you again. "I want all of you," he whispered.

   "All of me is yours."

   "Promise," he laughed, pulling his own shirt off of his body. Your eyes fall on the crescent moon you marked him with on your first meeting. Your hands instinctively brush across his ribcage as you admire it.

   "I always keep a piece of you with me," he said in a low voice.

   "Still not fair," you said looking up at him. "God made you look like that, and expects me to keep my hands to myself."

   "Please don't," he smiled, pulling you flush to his body again.

   "Only because you asked so nicely," you said before kissing his neck. You sucked lightly at the spot beneath his ear, causing Jimin to let out a breathy moan in response.

   "More," he said in response, causing you to laugh lightly, before lightly biting at his ear.

   "Needy, baby," you said, your hands resting on his chest as you kissed him again, Jimin smiling as your lips intertwined.

   "You've made me this way," he said as you pulled away, your hands traveling down his torso to his pants.

   "I guess I owe you then," you said, winking at him, before undoing his belt. You briefly palm him through the fabric as you get on your knees, Jimin taking a deep breath as you move to unbutton his slacks.

   "Wait," he said, causing you to stop, as your fingers danced along the waistband of his boxer briefs.

   "We can stop," you said quickly, moving to stand up straight.

   "No," Jimin said just as quickly. "I just," he motioned towards you.

   "Yes?"

   "Pants off, please."

   You look down at your covered legs and then back up at Jimin, partially trying to comprehend what has just happened as your heart beats quickly in your chest. The other part of you is trying desperately to relax.

   "Oh," you finally said, nodding your head as you stood up.

   "It's not fair," Jimin smiled, pulling you to him by the waist band of your pants.

   "Needy," you whispered again, earning a laugh from the angel.

   "You said whatever I wanted."

   You nodded your head, as Jimin undid the button on your pants. You helped him by stepping out of them, and begin laughing lightly, as Jimin's hands roamed back up your body, stopping on your ass as he pulled you flush to him again.

   "I wish you wore a different one," he said, one hand coming up to play with the strap on your body suit.

   "I didn't plan for this to happen today," you said before kissing him.

   "You were with him last time," Jimin said, a small frown forming on his face.

   "That was so very cruel of me," you agreed, kissing him again as your hands once again painted over his body, ending at his underwear. "I promise to make it all feel better," you said, once again returning to your knees and pulling Jimin's briefs down as you did so.

   He watched you eagerly as your hands traveled up his thighs. You placed a kiss on the right one as you took his length in your hand. You pumped him slowly, smiling up at him as you placed a kiss to the top of his cock, to which his eye's went wide.

   "You are cruel," he said, though the effect of his words was lost as you licked a line up the underside of his dick, causing him to quickly suck some air into his mouth. "So very beautiful and cruel," he added as you took him all the way into your mouth.

   You hummed in agreement, causing Jimin's hands to find purchase in your hair.  You almost jumped to your feet as the sound of Jimin's wings spreading above you filled the room. He looked so powerful and beautiful standing above you, his white wings proud behind him. Something about it has your core throbbing with want.

   "I almost stopped myself from cursing, ah fuck," he said. "But then I realized, that was the least of my worries."

   You hummed in agreement again causing another slew of curses to fly from Jimin's mouth.

   "Where'd you learn to talk like that," you teased, stroking him as you released him from your mouth.

   "Hell," he replied with a light laugh, that died in his throat as you sucked the head of his cock like a lollipop. "Jesus Christ."

   "Do I remind you of him?" you asked, earning a weak glare from the angel. "Do you like me down on my knees?" you asked, before kissing the head again. "Like I'm praying to you?"

   "Down on your knees, pressed against me, fuck," he said, his head falling back as you took him as deeply into your throat as you could. "I love it all."

    Drool dripped down your chin as you dropped him from your mouth again. "Wait, until you get me on top of you," you said. "You could make a religion out of that."

   "God, I will," he said, pulling you up from your knees and into a passionate kiss. "I want that, now."

   "Of course, angel," you said pressing on his chest so that he walked backwards towards the bed. He sat down as he reached it, his hands not abandoning you for a second, as they came to settle on your ass again.

  "Strip, please," he said, patting your ass lightly as he smiled up at you.

  "A little harder and you could call that a spank," you teased, taking the straps of your lingerie and slowly sliding them down your arms.

   "I'll practice for next time," he said, a lightly blush settling on his cheeks as his smile widened.

   The room fell silent as the bodysuit fell to the floor and you stepped out of it. Jimin's eyes roamed your body, the blush on his cheeks deepening as he took all of you in. While he admires you, you do the same to him, your hands absentmindedly reaching out to stroke the very top of his wings. Jimin shudders in response, looking up at you with wide eyes.

   "Sorry," you said, a smirk falling on your face. "I forgot how sensitive they are."

   Jimin nodded his head as his breathing normalized again. The two of you said nothing as his own hands traveled up your body, ending at the very bottom of your scars.

    "May I?" he asked in a small voice.

   When you nodded your head, he softly guided you with his hands to turn around. You felt bare before him as he lightly caressed the black scars where your wings had once been. You hated how he could do that. How he could make such an innocent touch feel more vulnerable than your naked body presented before him.

   He kissed each slowly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he held you to him. "A magnificent, beautiful and cruel creature," he said, slowly turning you around. "My favorite creature."

   "I guess that's your last warning to get out while you can," you said, looking at his wings instead of his face as you said that.

   He shook his head, his face set. "I'm not going anywhere."

   You reached back out to caress his wings again causing him to shudder and fall against you chest. He placed a kiss to your breast before looking back up at you, through his eyelashes.

   "Will you continue to mourn my wings before they're gone?"

   You shook your head as you closed your eyes and tried to move past it. Jimin was right, you were losing yourself to a potential future instead of enjoying the present with him.

   "Good," he said, kissing the other breast. "Now what was this about you on top of me?"

   "A religious experience," you smiled, as you flicked your eyes to the headboard of your bed. "Lie down over there."

   "Whatever you say," he said moving to lay on top of your black silk sheets.

   "You are too good to resist," you said as you crawled to him, placing kisses along the length of his body.

   "Then stop resisting," he said.

  You laughed at this, moving to straddle his body. "Old habits," you responded as you lined his cock up with your core. "Heaven here we come," you said, before sinking down on him, Jimin's hands flying to your hips as you took him all of the way in.

   "Better than heaven," he breathed as you rocked against him.

   Your hands anchored to his chest as you rode him, the two of you filling the room with curses, moans, and the sound of skin on skin. Jimin gripped tightly at your hips as you moved against him, his eyes closed tightly as he threw his head back into the pillows beneath him.

   "Your missing quite the show," you said, earning an attempt at a laugh from Jimin as he moaned again and opened his eyes to meet your own.

   "Closing your eyes brings you closer to God when you pray," he responded, his breath quickening.

   "Why in Hell would you want that?"

   "I want to be as close to you as possible," he said, winking quickly before he threw his head back yet again as you quickened your pace.

   "Oh, fuck," you smiled as you let his words consume you. "Who's ruining who?"

   "Let's ruin each other," he offered, a string of curses following.

   "Does it feel good?" you asked, teasing him.

   "So fucking good," he said. "I think I've had just about all I can take."

   "Then, cum, angel," you said, rolling your hips against his.

   And he did, saying your name like a praise as you rode him through it, and as he held onto your body through it, you reached your own high. You kissed him messily as you helped yourself through it, the two of you breathing heavily as you finally rolled off of him and laid down beside him.

   "I could have had that since the day I met you?" he finally said, rolling over towards you, a look of disbelief on his face.

   "I'm nothing if not a demon of my word," you said, laughing a little before kissing him again.

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Chapter 230

Dee

I originally decided that I was going to give MiMi hell about dragging me into a fucking group therapy session that was supposed to be about fucking Trey and his suicide shit. Now I'm like fuck it. Why do that? Even more I'm sitting here thinking about how fucking happy my wife is with me.

"Aye, Bae?"

"Mommy, I want purple!" JJ says. "Grape!"

She puts all of the freeze pops in front of him. "Quit yelling. You pick out purple then."

"Purple." JJ says then smiles. "And Blue."

"I said one."

JJ puts it down. "Please, Mommy. Please I get two?" He whispers. "Please."

She rolls her eyes leaving a blue. "Get it and go outside to April."

"My grandma?"

"Yes, JJ." She smiles. "What?"

JJ does a complete 180 in the air. "Huh, Mommy?"

"Talking to your daddy."

I look away from him at her. I love the hell out of MiMi. I know she loves me. I don't know if she like... Damn I'm being like Chris and Trey. Why wouldn't she love me? Why wouldn't she be happy?

"You don't seem happy about this wedding." I say.

"What do I supposed to be happy about? I liked the dress. What other details I know?"

"You not wanting to be a part of it."

She smiles touching my face. "Cause I don't want to make any demands for something we really don't need. It's not gonna make me love you more."

"Money is the..."

"Root of all evil." She says pushing me. "You in your feelings?"

I shrug. "I been in my feelings then you come making me be a part of that therapy shit. What you wanted to make me cry or something?"

She nods. "That would be cute."

"It wouldn't man." I shake my head. She laughs shaking her head. "See you know it wouldn't be cute. My black ass crying. Fucking tar baby crying."

"You are not that black."

I rub on her ass. "Mookie."

"Excuse me."

"Yes baby." MiMi says pushing me off her.

It's Jamaal's little girl. "Do you have any more freeze pops?"

"Yes, there's lots of different ones."

"Pink?" She smiles.

She was a pretty little girl with long ponytails and a proper demeanor. Looks like she would do a curtsy bow any minute. She thanks MiMi after she hands her two pink pops. I chuckle.

"You think we could ever get our daughter to be that sweet and proper?"

"Dee, not if she ever copies anything I do."

I chuckle. "Aye, Bae, what was going on with those girls? Why they leave breakfast?"

She sucks her teeth. "Don't ask me they business, Damn."

"Cause we keeping secrets?" I snap.

"That's not fair. Don't ask me."

I get close to her. "Why not, Miya? Aye, I been thinking with us staying in Cali, how much will you be making?"

"You still looking for a way out?"

"Are you happy with this marriage?"

She stares at me. "Are we going in circles? I love you. Marriage is stupid cause there aren't any sex benefits."

"We couldn't afford the sex package."

"No wonder."

I stand at the window looking out at the kids on the playground. They don't give a damn how hot it is out there.

"Aye, Miya?" I say turning around. She wasn't even in the kitchen anymore.

"Damn, I got lost twice in this bitch." Marco says looking around the kitchen.

"Must be nice." I say.

Marco opens a water bottle. "Naw, man this shit don't mean nothing."

"Yea? First time experiencing it?"

"Naw. You know what $5000 US dollars in Honduras is worth?" He chuckles when I don't answer. "Over 100,000 Pisto. Go there with 50,000 US dollars and you a fucking millionaire."

I shrug. "But who has 50000 laying around?"

He chuckles. "You a fucking drug dealer, man."

"Naw, I got out of that. Never kept no damn 50000 that was mine. Small time dealer. That's what I was."

"Oh. Wanna do jobs that get you 50000 laying around?"

"I just told you I'm not dealing." I say pissed.

He chuckles. "Just checking. I ain't that cool."

I laugh. Dumbest nigga. He sips on his water then he laughs all late at his little joke. He opens the fridge again like he wasn't just in it.

"Chris Brown, huh?" He says.

"Uh, I guess."

He closes the fridge. "I didn't want to get caught up in this dumbass American dream celebrity lifestyle. Neva wanted to know these people. My baby won't stop talking about them so I figured why not. Seem like regular fucking people."

"They are. Regular rich people."

"With ordinary shit. Stupid expensive stuff that they don't need."

"What kinda life you trying to live? In Honduras?"

He opens a cabinet. "You seen my house in Atlanta?"

"Naw."

"Oh." Is all he says.

This nigga weird. Like what the fuck are we talking about? I just blankly walk out of the room. Don't even know him like that. Don't think I want to know him. Is he fucking hating or is he admiring shit? I don't even fucking know. He could fucking steal.

"Hidia husband steal?" I ask going into my borrowed bedroom.

"I don't know her husband like that."

"He weird as shit."

She giggles. "He an antisocial army brat. She complains all the time about... well you wouldn't know what she complains about. Anyway every time she around I've heard her complain about how many times he calls her and text when she not with him."

"But she never with him."

"He doesn't fucking like people, period. He crazy." She snaps. "He keeps it that way on purpose. You know their son is 5 but won't talk?"

I stand in front of her while she hooks up the breast pump. "That must be frustrating."

"She says she used to it. The therapist, he has a therapist, says that it's elective. He can laugh and cry just fine. He makes little sounds when he frustrated or desperate. That's scary. Like my child never talking."

"Why isn't Minnie feeding?"

MiMi rolls her eyes. "April came in here talking about hair bows and she wasn't interested anymore. I told you she doesn't care to breastfeed. She sassy."

"I have had it with these fake babies." April says walking in fast. "Thought she was sleep. She popped them eyes opened, stared at me, then screamed 'bitch where my mama'. Like she didn't ask me to get her when I was minding my own business."

MiMi laughs really hard turning the pump off. "Devin, move."

"Oh." I say walking to the other side of the bed and laying down. "Women."

 Trey

Caden stares at me with his face frowned. I had him laying on his back on the floor. I was hovering over him staring at him. He seemed truly deep in thought. Probably wondering why I'm so damn aggravating. I kiss him when he starts to close his eyes. He jumps staring at me with his evil eyes again.

"Why is he looking at you like that?"

"I told him that he staying up with me."

Cammie takes her dress off. "Chris wants to go parasailing."

"So we just jump and fucking go?"

"You don't have to go." She says taking her bra off.

I look at Caden. Damn, I stared at Cammie too long and he sleep. Little fucker was supposed to stay up with me. He fucking promised me. Maybe not. I pick him up and lie him down in his bassinet. He wasn't trying to even open his eyes. He done with making me feel like I'm important enough to stay up for. I walk over to Cammie's sexy ass.

"Baby Mama, baby mama."

"Tremaine." She says touching my chest.

I pull her body into mine. "Baby mama."

She fixes her tank top. "How are you feeling?"

"Not like parasailing." I say.

"I think it's gonna be fun."

"You never done it?" I say letting her go.

She puts another tank top on. "No."

"Oh Caden is sleeping." Cammie's mother says. "He is sleeping."

"Tremaine, are you going out in the water?" April says walking in the room.

"What yall doing following each other around?" I ask.

April giggles. "Fighting over Caden."

Debra, Cammie's ma, chuckles. "You won because he does not have time for me after a nap."

"That's when he is the cutest." April says walking out. "Oh turn that tablet on. I'll go find the monitor. I know Lane has it. He calls it his walkie talkie."

"He is bad." Cammie says moving away from me.

"Not compared to you as a toddler. When you got with your grandmother you would bounce around for hours unstoppable. Nobody could say nothing to you."

Cammie rolls her eyes. "Grandma used to spank my ass more than anyone."

"Yes, for running your mouth. Not bouncing or breaking things outside of those figurines."

"Well..." Cammie starts then stares at the tablet. "What did Lane just say?"

I go over and look at the screen. Lane must have had it in his pocket. You could see a bit of the room and nothing else.

"I not doing it." Lane says.

"Why?"

Lane sucks his teeth. "I playing my car."

"Please."

"Who the fuck is that?" Cammie snaps running out of the room.

I look at her mother then I start walking out of the room. April was standing in the hallway on the phone. She lowers it from her ear.

"What is up her ass?"

"Not me." I shrug.

April sucks her teeth making a stank face. "Mom, I'm back. They gonna make me wrinkled and gray. Cammie and Trey. Oh breakfast was good this morning."

"You told grandma?" I snap.

"Tell Forrest that he should have came. His baby mama? I forgot that boy having a baby. Lord. Mmh. Exactly."

I'm just standing here being nosey. I haven't done much thinking about Forrest baby mama either. I always mean to ask him about everything. My shit is so crazy that it's hard to remember to keep up with him when he is being so private about everything. Should invite her to dinner or something. Hell she family now. Minus well meet her if I haven't already.

[timelords-13]

It’s a Good Time

I decided that with the move to this account and the writing I’ve been doing that I should repost this story here. And of course a huge thank you to @blackaquokat​ for helping me with this fic, I seriously can’t thank them enough.

This follows the events of Who killed Markiplier and Wilford Motherloving Warfstache as Y/N (The DA), Wilford, and Abe the Detective go to Disney World for a much needed day of fun.

Playlist of music that accompanies the fic, AO3

For the DA, life had been rough the past couple of weeks,

Or was it months? Time had felt so different from the other side of the mirror that it was hard to tell.

Getting used to being back in a living body after decades of being trapped in that mirror-scape had been no easy task. It took a week before they could talk and they still refused to go anywhere near a mirror. It wasn’t until Wilford reintroduced them to Mickey Mouse that they began to open up.

Back before that dreadful party, Mark had invited the DA out to the theatre to see Steamboat Willie, which was recommended by one of his many industry contacts. That night in 1928 had connected them with Mickey, such an endearing character who loved music and just wanted to help people.

Wilford had the wonderful idea for a Disney Vacation to help cheer them up. After some badgering, Abe agreed that the three of them deserved something good after all that they’d been through.

Mark, whom had reconnected with the DA a week prior, took them shopping for clothes to wear on their vacation. He helped them pick out an all white Mickey themed outfit designed for the celebration after the DA explained that they avoided black because of their time in the void.

Thanks to Wilford’s reality warping the three arrived at the gates of the Magic Kingdom in Florida without so much as taking a plane (the DA is still a bit wary about them).

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go grab some ears and enjoy ourselves!” Wilford exclaimed as he rushed into the Park.

Abe and the DA looked at each other and smiled at Wilford’s obvious glee.

“Let’s make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble. Shall we, my beautiful partner?” Abe said holding out his arm for The DA to take.

They blushed as they linked their arm into his and walked to the emporium.

As they stepped through the door, Wilford rushed up to meet them with three pairs of ears in his hands: Stitch Ears for the DA, Flynn Ryder Ears for Abe, and the Cheshire Cat Ears for Wilford. With the ears bought and placed on their heads the three set out towards Tomorrowland and The Carousel of Progress.

But not before seeing the Mickey and Minnie 90th Birthday celebration in front of the castle.

The music blared as the floats came around Walt Disney Circle. When the floats stopped, the singers and dancers began grabbing people from the crowd to dance and Wilford jumped at the chance to dance on the float with Mickey and Minnie, bringing The DA and Abe with him.

The three of them danced and sang. Well, Wilford and the DA danced. Abe just kind of bounced his shoulders to the beat and swayed side to side. The singers put the mic in front of the DA and Wilford as they sang “M-I-C K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E.”

Before the Parade ended, Wilford took The DA’s picture with Mickey and Minnie and waved to them as they left the courtyard.

The trio made their way to the Carousel of Progress which excited the DA more than anything. They could actually see how the world had changed while they were in the mirror over time and not all at once. The DA observed the performance, fully encapsulated by the progress of a century passing through the eyes of this single family.

“Did you enjoy the show, gorgeous?” Abe asked as the three of them walked out of the circular theatre.

“It was amazing. Seeing how much things have changed while I was in the mirror was one thing, but actually being able to see the advancement? That was incredible!” The DA raved as they got in line for another show called Mickey’s Philharmagic.

Mickey’s Philharmagic was the perfect blend of The DA’s love for classical music with the best of Disney projects (which they spent the last two weeks binging after Wilford mentioned the new Mickey Mouse cartoons, opening them up to a new Wonderful World of Disney). They laughed as Donald was thrust in and out of these great musical numbers trying to get Mickey’s Sorcerer hat back and quietly hummed along to the classical rendition of the Mickey Mouse theme.

After Mickey’s Philharmagic, the trio made their way through Fantasyland to Frontierland and right at the crossroad in between was The Haunted mansion.

“Absolutely not!” Abe said as he hooked Wilford and The DA’s arms with his.

The DA and Wilford agreed as they set off towards Hollywood Studios.

The trio made their way to Hollywood Studios for the second half of their day. And aware of the DA’s newfound love of Metal and Rock music, Wilford brought them to the Rock n Roller Coaster ft. Aerosmith. The music blared through the pounding speakers as the super stretch rocketed through the streets of LA towards the concert pinning them to their seats.

When the ride came to an end they dragged Abe and Wilford on for another round.

The sun had set and Fantasmic was about to begin as Wilford, Abe, and the DA stood right in the center of the amphitheater.

Fantasmic was the DA’s dream come true: watching Mickey as he dreams of fantastic adventures and battles the forces of evil.

When Steamboat Willie appeared, driving his boat across the water after defeating the evil Maleficent they actually clapped and yelled out, “IT’S STEAMBOAT WILLIE!!”

Then as Mickey, the Sorcerer Yensid’s Apprentice, stood atop the mountain top shooting off fireworks into the sky The DA began to tear up, almost overwhelmed with happiness.

As the show ended with Mickey waking up from his dream The DA kissed both Abe and Wilford, basking in the perfect day.

“Thank you, I couldn’t ask for better boyfriends in the entire world.” The Lawyer sleepily said as they began dozing off onto both Abe’s and Wilford’s laps feeling safe and content with the ones they love most.

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