#fun fact! I actually have a bright pink cat eared jacket just like the one in the photo

[mymelodyisme]

Yay! Thank you Libby 🥺 it’s always a pleasure seeing the shane wives mentioned 👏🏽 I’m kissing them all. As for me!!! It’s funny seeing the side by side 🤣 the mirror is reflecting extra well

Me and Mys ♥️🩷

😭 anyone who’d like to participate please feel free to bounce off from here!!

Creator vs. Creation

tagged by @cryptcombat

Me vs. Emily Scarlet (Scarlet Hollow) vs. Clone Trooper Dice (Star Wars)

Tagging: @quiltedthunder @eepybogboy @yondamoegi @georgiedoesntfloat @maytheratseatureyes @maylilithreign

[dreamcatcherrs]

what catches their eyes/attracts them?; mcyt x reader

+ this is in no way factual information, only my very weird and specific opinions :)

dream:

free-spirited people

someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind

confidence, to a certain extent

someone he can be loud with

someone who will wake up in the middle of the night with him to go on a car drive to nowhere

the colour blue (dnf👀)

clean and fresh-looking clothes

satin fabric

big height difference

the smell of citrus fruits

large smiles

silver jewellery

small hands

smart people who aren't afraid to show it

george:

calm, laid back people

someone quiet, but still able to have a laugh

very friendly vibes - even when first meeting them

the colour blue (literally the only interesting colour he's able to see lol)

bright eyes

lip gloss

flower print

slightly shy people who are actually easy to interact with once you start a conversation with them

pastel-coloured nails, not too long

pink-tinted lips

ponytails

the smell of vanilla

puppy eyes

sapnap:

energetic people

someone who can hype up their friends no matter the situation

the colour red

like, a bloody red

soft skin

full lips

loose shirts over skin-tight tops

when shoelaces have a different colour on each shoe

corsets

a very subtle scent of perfume

thigh highs

someone who just wants to enjoy life with the people they're surrounded by

badboyhalo:

large, bright smiles that spread up to your eyes

freckles

button noses

rose-gold jewellery

french manicures

bangs

slightly shy people

genuinely sweet people

not the fake type that talks shit about people behind their backs and then will compliment them a few seconds after

someone who when they enter a room feels like a breath of fresh air to everyone else

someone completely selfless

the smell of lavender

shiny hair

technoblade:

people who aren't afraid to take the lead

glasses

intellectual people

like, for example people who know a lot of random stuff from a bunch of different things that they're interested in

or also just book smart people

slightly clumsy people (finds it cute)

gold jewellery

someone with some mystery to them

refreshing scents, like clean laundry or shampoo

cat eyes (eyeliner)

wilbur soot:

long legs

chokers

shy people

someone who gets flustered easily

glasses + thin bangs

the colours brown and beige together

baggy, comfy clothes

the smell of newly baked cookies

beanies

the kind of person that makes him feel like he can always talk to them - someone he can feel safe with

birth marks

accents

jschlatt:

smart people

the way they speak is just so clean without even noticing

fox eyes

people who aren't afraid to wear sweatpants in public

generally just someone who isn't afraid to do, say and wear whatever they want

someone who stands for what they think and have the balls to say it when needed

nose rings

simple yet flattering pieces of jewellery

long nails

someone who he can stay up all night with and never get tired of them

high heels

hip dips

corpse husband:

fishnets, of course

someone who give 0 fucks about what everyone else thinks of them

unique people

wether that be physical features or straight up the personality, it draws him in

chokers

chunky, black sneakers or boots

someone who can make him happy without even trying

a positive aura for the most part

as in he doesn't want to be surrounded by someone who’s negative or dragging everyone else down with them

the colour yellow

rings - lots of them

karl jacobs:

a walking ray of sunshine, basically

tbh, karl has a couple of things in common with what corpse is attracted to;

positive energy, uniqueness and rings

a palette filled with bright colours

like, almost rave style colours

that could be clothes, makeup, hair, nails, accessories

chunky, white shoes

selfless people

someone who as each day goes by becomes more charming to him

he likes the smell of candles from bath and body works, as we all know

the colour purple

skeppy:

big eyes

someone who’s able to make him laugh without even trying

tooth gaps

someone who has very playful, innocent vibes to them

and someone who can take jokes and pranks

people who walk confidently

the smell of strawberries

long eyelashes

someone who collects things others usually wouldn’t

someone who is very respectful to others

a mix between really comfy clothes and really feminine clothes

fundy:

someone who comes across as “different” than others

and don't you dare think of ✨I’m not like other girls✨ (I know you did -_-)

he just thinks people who think and act very different than others are very interesting

beauty marks

nicely shaped eyebrows

someone who finds mystical things interesting

fox eyeliner (yes, I put this in here because: furry)

someone who has unusual, yet surprisingly good taste in music

people who are constantly warm

red lips

the colour light brown, almost beige-like

quackity:

someone who gets his humour

someone like him, but more quiet and slightly shy

especially when on screen in front of an audience

sliver necklaces

the smell of flowers

dark, extreme eyeliner

loose clothes

freckles

piercings

someone who teases others and who can handle to be teased by others

the colour dark blue

punz:

the colour grey

a fresh fashion sense

yet still very comfortable fits

messy buns

someone who he just knows will be a cool person before he even talks to them

someone who just has that kinda vibe, y’know?

glossy lips

independent people

someone responsible and caring to others

tattoos

navel piercings

awesamdude:

cropped jackets

the colour neon green

hair put up in a bun

someone with a free nature

someone who is a complete wild card

like, someone who will jump over a fence just to get closer to a bunny they think they saw on the other side of it

loose strands of hair

clear nail polish

cargo pants

the smell of chocolate

slimecicle:

people who have comfort items

someone who knows random facts that no one else usually knows

people who have a unique way of thinking

passionate people

and when they talk about what they’re passionate about, they talk for hours

shorter hair

sweet and nutty scents

natural beauty

fluffy hair

honest people

but not brutally honest

the smell of coconut

eret:

eye glitter/shimmer

silky clothes that shine in the moonlight

platform boots/heels

long, flowy dresses

someone who does whatever they want

and who doesn't like being told what to do by others

the colours pink and dark purple

the smell of the ocean

someone who already knows how to live their life

stretch marks

foolish:

low-cut jeans

someone very silly who knows how to have a good laugh

someone very supportive of their friends

curtain bangs

long-sleeved sweatshirts

someone who loves food

puppy eyes

straight, white teeth

someone who is willing to help others in need

someone who doesn't talk badly about others behind their back

someone who knows what they want

jack manifold:

confidence

white, wide-legged pants

the colour light blue or just pure white

people who are very easy-going and fun to be around

someone who can fit into and understand anyones humour

an open-minded person who likes to hear from other people’s point of views when they have a different opinion than them

butterfly patterns

crop tops

oversized t-shirts

hair beads

tommy:

people who are just as loud as him

and at the same time knows when to be serious

the colours yellow and grey

people who are kind to everyone

creative eyeliner

fluffy hair

people who can get so lost in their own world, they almost forget about their surroundings

colourful accessories

someone who isn't afraid to be who they are

someone who has many passions and loves to talk about them

oversized hoodies

tubbo:

hoodies layered over skirts or dresses

frilly socks

people who are very adventurous, and wants to make their life as interesting as possible!

someone who can help him overcome some of his fears

charm bracelets

cute habits

the colours yellow and orange

dimples

the smell of almond milk and honey

people who twirl their hair unknowingly when bored or unfocused

ranboo:

someone who looks intimidating at first (he thinks people like that are cool as fuck)

but then is, like, the sweetest person he’s ever met

loves someone who can speak fluent sarcasm, just like him

he likes sass

glassy skin

fingerless gloves

people who act cocky for the fun of it

but actually don’t care about winning or losing or proving anything

simplistic earring placements

people who have hidden talents, and the more you get to know them, the more talents are revealed

people who don't gossip

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[attemptinghaikyuu]

Sharing Your Jacket With Vollydorks Pt. 2

A/n: I really wanted to do more of these, and this whole blog is basically me writing whatever seems like fun, so have some more babes (characters are still on the smaller side~)

*G/n reader

Yaku Morisuke

Yaku wants to be the bigger person in the relationship which is hard to do for someone that short

So he absolutely refuses any article of clothing you try to share with him

It sucks cause he actually really wants to wear that sweater you offered him, but he doesn’t want you to think he’s weak or useless!

His pride is getting in the way of him enjoying these cute little moments you guys could be having

And it’s bumming you out

I mean if he’s gonna keep forgetting to check the weather, the LEAST he could do is borrow your jacket and look cute😤

Well he still looks cute, even when he’s all pouting and cold

But you don’t want him to get sick and you really want to share clothes with him like he does for you: gloves, scarfs, it doesn’t matter if you’re a giant! Yaku shares!!

You just wanna do the same when he needs it :(

You’re walking to school together and you can tell he’s trying to hold back his shivering as the frosty morning air makes his breath visible

Honestly, the spare jacket in your bag is gonna end up over his head whether he wants it or not

Pulling it out, you prepare yourself to attack your boyfriend with the fuzzy fabric

You’re jump towards him isn’t fast enough though, he moves out of the way and turns to give you a disappointed and somewhat upset glare

“Y/n, I’m not wearing that.”

The feeling of insecurity and worry that’s been building up, is pouring out of you as you try to hold back angry tears that have sprung to your eyes

“Why not? Are you ashamed to wear it, is it really that bad? Is it not good enough for you?” You pause, “...am I not good enough for you?”

There are tears freely flowing down your cheeks at this point and Yaku’s shocked, he didn’t know he was making you feel that way

It’s like a punch to his tiny gut and he can’t believe he made you cry...

Taking a deep breath and wrapping his arms around you, he tries to hold back his own tears as he apologizes

“I wasn’t thinking about how I was making you feel, I’m sorry, it’s just I- I wanted to be enough for you. I didn’t want you to see how small and useless I really was, and now you have and I get it if I ruined everything.. but I really am sorry I made you feel that way.”

Sobbing and clinging on to each other, you’re feeling relief that Yaku was sorry and maybe you shouldn’t but, taking advantage of the moment, you finally pull the hoodie over his head

He doesn’t fight, instead thanking you when you intertwine your hands with his, mumbling that he doesn’t have to worry about not being enough for you

You’re both a lot more communicative and open with your feelings afterward

And the best part? Yaku borrows and looks ADORABLE in your sweaters and hoodies🥺

Kenma Kozume

Now, unlike Yaku, Kenma will not hesitate to take your offered clothing

Maybe he was a little embarrassed about it at first

And Kuroo’s teasing definitely didn’t help ease his flustered state when you began sharing with him, but he doesn’t think twice about it now

In fact, it’s gotten to the point where he will pick up a jacket from the sidelines of the gym after practice and not realize it’s not his...

Like yes, Kenma is very observant, so you’d think he’d notice himself doing this

But the thing is, he’s so comfortable and used to your presence.. and your clothes are kinda an extension of you to him, that he just grabs it thinking he’s had it for awhile

It doesn’t even matter if it’s something he’d never own or wear otherwise

A bright green and pink jacket?? Oh ya, he’s had that one for ages huh😭

He’s super cute in it and you honestly do the same thing, so you’re horrifically matching together <3

An ugly cat ear hoodie he got for his birthday a couple years ago as a gag gift, is something you ended up wearing to a family dinner Kenma invited you too once

You wore it thinking it was yours and ended up telling his parents that you couldn’t remember where you got

It was a bit awkward when his dad brought up how he thought it was Kenma’s

You turn to look at him in surprise over the revelation, and oh!

He’s wearing one of your jackets too

Neither of you realized and are incredibly flustered over the incident

That night ended with his parents taking photos of you both blushing like madmen

Kuroo and the team found out about it and haven’t left you alone since, they bring it up every chance they get

They’re just jealous of your relationship though, so don’t worry too much about it

10/10, unintentionally the cutest couple ever💖

[moonlit-han]

a sweet ride ↠ yang jeongin

genre: bad boy!jeongin, high school au, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: swearing, mention of smoking & underage alcohol consumption, almost suggestive request: yes (yangomangos, prompt included: “Don’t cry.”) a/n: this one’s for the jeongin enthusiasts~ 

✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧

↠↞

every morning as you wait outside your high school for classes to start

you hear the thunder of his motorcycle

it’s loud, mildly obnoxious, and occasionally spits out fumes

but you don’t care

you actually like the sound of the bike and how the vibrations rumble in ur chest

it’s a sleek black and built almost entirely by him: old chassis, long handle bars, and a satisfying growl as the engine ignites

if you stand too close when he pulls up in the parking lot in the morning, you can feel the vibrations coming through the pavement

(your mum would probably lock you in a tower only a knight could enter if she ever found out you’d been on a motorcycle

…..not that you’d been on one

yet (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)? )

the owner of that motorcycle is your high school’s one and only bad boy

♡･｡.:*.ﾟyang jeongin ﾟ.*:.｡･♡

(but please call him “I.N.” because he’s actually out of the preppy, popular crowd  ( ｀^´ ) )

he could ride that motorcycle straight through your heart and you wouldn’t care

okay maybe not your heart bc that would hurt (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

but definitely through your bedroom

that would be

f i n e (⊙‿⊙✿)

……….

all your friends cover their ears and turn away when jeongin pulls up

there isn’t a rule against a senior having a motorcycle and riding it to school

there are people who drive cars to school and that’s fine

he has a license and always wears a helmet

and he wears a thick leather jacket and heavy, black boots

(you’ve seen those boots

they look like they could stomp through concrete or smth)

there is no way he wouldn’t be safe

well, besides the fact that he rides a motorcycle

but you, still not caring, just kinda stare as he rides into the parking area in front of the school

he always does this cool lil swing into his designated “motorcycles only” spot

and then takes off his helmet

to do that fucking hair shake that you always see in movies

that can only mean “hot guy on a motorcycle”

fucking hell

oh and he then runs his fingers through his black hair

to make it appropriately ~windswept~

and, yes, he looks way too god damn hot

unnecessarily so in your humble opinion (๑`^´๑)

you almost flip your shit every morning just bc of him

he’s handsome like a fucking movie star

angled cheekbones, a defined nose and chin, a jawline so sharp it could ki— it could seriously hurt you

and don’t even start on his eyes

jeongin’s eyes are so dark you often wonder if they’re actually brown

if he looks at you in the halls, you immediately get the sense he could somehow see into your soul

and, judging by the dark aura he has, probably can

jeongin isn’t particularly horrible or anything, but he’s known throughout the school to, honestly, not give a flying fuck

about anything

he’s….a little chaotic

for example, he flouts any rule he doesn’t like

and he talks back if a teacher says something he doesn’t agree with

(this has lead to some very heated discussions in class

although, you were actually inclined to agree with him most of the time, since he usually brings up some good points and such

(it’s generally a good idea, you’ve mused on a regular basis, to treat people like human beings and not like machines only in existence to produce goods and perform services to a select few)

most of your classes are with him

and he’s really smart

like the kind of smart where he barely does any work but still passes the class with an A

i mean, who said he could do that??!!?!

who allowed such sorcery

heCk

and you know he’s passed all his courses

he may or may not occasionally smoke or drink behind the school but you know for a fact there are people who do much worse and nobody says anything about them

maybe it’s the leather

and the moodiness

but um;;;;; that’s kinda hot, you know?

you’re not really sure why people think he’s the “bad boy”...

you’ve never seen or heard him be mean or rude to anyone, so how bad can he be?

okay okay yes you’ve seen the knife hilts poking out of his boots

but who the fuck cares?!! ( • ̀ω•́ ) 

it’s not like he’s ever pulled them on anyone

that you know of

.............

OH

and you’re pretty sure he knows you kinda watch him, too

bc one day he parked his bike facing the school instead of away

and you were just ~there~ as usual

but feeling very alone and exposed

since your dumbass friends had all decided to abandon you in your hour of need by walking away just before he rode up

and then, like a herd of sheep, they all turned to watch you as he did

ahahah friends? what are they?! nah don’t need them;;;

so there you were standing out on the pavement

very obviously looking at him

w e l p  Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)

but, of course, he just had to look up

and this lil shit winked at you

actually winked

EXCUSE ME YANG JEONGIN

W H A T

;;;;;;;;;;;;

your friends teased you all day

“ooooh look it’s lover boy”

“shut up shut up shut up”

“but he just lookeD AT YOU”

“you’re lying”

“Y/N YOU FOOL”

“HHHHHHHH”

and it only gets worse from there (....um, you sure about that y/n?)

now whenever jeongin arrives in the mornings

he makes a point at looking over at you

you don’t always notice, unfortunately

and he ends up with a sad lil smile on his face bc he knows you’re having fun with your friends

but fuck!!!!

you’re just so!!! cute!!!!!

how can he not notice you??!!!

especially when you’re in all of his classes

and obviously watch for his motorcycle every morning

it makes him feel kinda cool, tbh

he’s also noticed that you like strawberries

a  l o t (≧◡≦)

as in, your backpack is a strawberry

you have strawberry pins on said strawberry backpack

your raincoat has a pattern of strawberries on it

your pencil case may or may not be a lil cat eating, yes, a strawberry

SO

jeongin being the smooth guy (he thinks) he is

gets you a strawberry sweetbread

and is all excited to give it to you

so after class on friday, he decides today’s his chance

(also, the sweetbread isn’t gonna last forever alfdjghafkgj)

aaaand you both try to walk out the door at the same time

which doesn’t work

but WOW YOU’RE NOW REALLY CLOSE TO HIM

jeongin: *vibrates*

ACTUALLY TOUCHING SHOULDERS

WHAT

…..fuck (￢_￢;)

and since when do you smell really good, too?? alkjhsjfghajhf

jeongin’s just a little overwhelmed, you know?

ANyWaY;;;;;;

y/n, blushing furiously: “oh my god sorry”

jeongin, spluttering: “no, no after you”

((oh wow his voice dropped since the last time you saw him

how is that even possible??? guys….))

after a couple tries back and forth through the doorway

(your teacher’s trying not to laugh in the background)

you finally both make it out of the classroom

and you start to speed walk away since your friends are waiting so you all can hang out

“hey, y/n!” comes down the hall after you

ALSDJHADJFLHG what ;;

you turn around quickly to find jeongin standing right behind you

“um, so i noticed you really like strawberries”

e x c u s e  m e (O_O);;;

first of all:

yang jeongin—your school’s super hot bad boy, the guy you’re only a little obsessed with bc he rides a motorcycle, the inexplicably brilliant student, and total badass—just spoke to you

WHAT

((really, Y/N?? r e a l l y?????))

second of all:

he’s holding something wrapped in absolutely adorable cat (and strawberry) wrapping paper

that’s completely against his aesthetic

but matches yours to a tee ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

huh….

“y/n?” *holds out package*

you have to mentally shake yourself a little

but you’re back now

hhhHHHH

“me?”

“Yeah, I got you this. I hope you like it.” (●´ω｀●)

“thanks?” you say a bit lamely

you take the package and get a whiff of sweetbread

s w e e t b r e a d!!!! (*♡∀♡)

ajfhakljfhgjdsfgh your fav

you’d half expected jeongin to blast on outta there asap

but now he’s just standing in front of you, just kinda shifting back and forth

wait…is he nervous??

you slowly unwrap the package, careful not to damage the wrapping paper

(you are so going to reuse it or hang it on the wall or something ajdsdjfg)

and inside is a rounded sweetbread with strawberries delicately placed on top amongst swirls of pink icing

you gasp quietly

fucking hell it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

jeongin’s just watching you, a small smiling spreading across his face

(which you don’t notice bc  b r e a d)

you take a small bite of the treat and

。*:゜♡ヽ(*’∀’*)/♡゜:。*。

IT’S SOOOOO GOOD!!!!

you take another bite before looking up at jeongin and you finally see his smile

( ◡‿◡ ♡) (♡‿♡) (*♡∀♡)

it’s actually the best thing you’ve ever seen

there’s so much genuine happiness, and just a hint of mischievous mirth, in his smile

you feel like you’re looking into the sun, it’s so bright

why did jeongin, of all people get you, of all people, a sweetbread?

jeongin, completely unable to look cool anymore and shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet: “is it good?”

“OH MY GOD YES!!!”

and then you do something you never thought you’d do

ever

in the whole world ever

you throw your arms around yang jeongin’s neck

and give him a really big hug

his arms come up and around you to hug you back almost immediately,

which you were expecting even less than your own actions

but his hug is wonderful, even if he’s holding you like fine china

in a moment, you remember yourself and quickly step back

jeongin is blushing so much that he looks like a strawberry

(so good you just wanna eat him up (◕‿◕))

((y/n pls,,,,, not here....))

and you know you’re blushing just as much

you splutter an apology and run off down the hallway

and because you’re running off,

you don’t notice that jeongin is staring after

like a lovesick puppy (◕︵◕)

your friends are all over you about the sweetbread

bc they love it too

but you just say that you forgot you’d brought it with you that day

for some reason, you didn’t want to tell about your encounter with jeongin

when you get home, you savor the sweetbread,

remembering the warmth of jeongin’s smile~

the next friday, you’re outside at the picnic tables during lunch

it’s an absolutely beautiful day, with a light breeze~ (⌒ω⌒)

against the better judgement and fervent suggestions of your friends

you decide that it’s a great idea to get on top of one the tables

and dance

why?

someone had started playing ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”

no one can resist that song

so you’re having the time of your life

just dancing around on the table that your friends have since vacated bc they

a) don’t want to get kicked in the head, and

b) feel quite embarrassed to associate with you while you’re like this

......traitors (๑`^´๑)

and as anyone with an ounce of sense does when dancing to ABBA

you occasionally close your eyes in happiness

and suddenly you’ve stepped into air

your heart lurches and your eyes fly open 

and your mind goes completely blank with panic

but you never reach the ground

you’re now surrounded by the smell of leather, metal, and.....

boy

someone had saved you from falling

the arms holding you are strong and well-muscled

and, surprisingly, comfortable

“i’ve got you,” a voice murmurs

you look up into the face of none other than jeongin

(⊙__⊙✿) 

welp

you think to yourself “what... i thought he didn’t care about people??”

((nope y/n, he cares about YOU bc you’re the cutest and so lovely))

he smirks down at you, then sets you back down on the ground

“try to be more careful. okay, y/n?” he says, smoothing a wayward piece of your hair, then just walks off

you blush

(this seems to be becoming a common occurrence with jeongin)

and just stand there, dumbfounded

as jeongin saunters away to sit under a tree at the far end of the lawn

it’s a good saunter, and the tight, black skinny jeans only help (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;

your friends rush you, asking if you’re okay and asking what was up with jeongin

you say that you have no idea

......although, that’s not entirely true

since you now have a sneaking suspicion that *gasp* jeongin might have a crush on you?

maybe??

(hopefully!! (ﾟ▽ﾟ｀*)?) 

your friends just continue dithering as you stare at jeongin, who’s watching you right back

he winks

ALKJSDHGAKLDJFGADJKFGBADJF

you really wish he’d stop doing that bc it’s making your heart pound like a herd of horses and now yOu CAn’t EveN THinK

FUCK!!

later that day as school’s letting out

jeongin comes up to you, leather jacket slung over his shoulder

he’s got on a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a couple times

and ooooooh my

you’d never noticed before

(well, besides during lunch when he caught you)

but yang jeongin has really nice arms

and pecs (⊙‿⊙)  

and now you’re staring (oh fuck,,,,, not again)

“uh;;;; hi, jeongin!” you manage to squeak out alkdjfhsldjf

“hey, i was wondering if you wanted a ride”

eXCusE Me wHAt??? ∑(ﾟﾛﾟ〃)

“on the motorcycle. i have an extra helmet, since my sister sometimes rides with me”

O H 

your mouth takes control before you even have time to think

“sure! i’d love to!!”

a minute later, you’re standing in front of that sleek, black motorcycle that you’ve admired for months

the young man riding it helps the matter quite a lot, too

there’s even this little carrier container on the back of the bike that he puts his (small) backpack into

he reaches out for yours and stows it

then, jeongin hands you a helmet with lime green racing stripes on its sides

you briefly wonder if his sister is anything like him

probably

“have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?” jeongin asks

you shake your head, unable to speak bc you’re so excited and also kinda nervous

your mom’s words fly through your head

don’t you dare get on a motorcycle, y/n. ever. don’t you dare! they’re too dangerous by half and— well, if i ever find out you’ve been on one, you won’t be allowed out of the house, except for going to school, for a month. you mark my words, y/n! (; ･`д･´)

you promptly ignore her voice in your head and slid the helmet down over your head

the world suddenly becomes slightly more vibrantly colored as the visor shields your eyes

jeongin had swung his long legs over the bike, straddling it with his feet still on the ground

“so, the important thing is to stay in line with me. what i mean is that if i lean to one side or the other, you’ve gotta lean with me. otherwise, we’ll fall over and that really wouldn’t be good. just hold on tight to my waist and, sorry i don’t mean to sound rude, but please don’t scream.”

jeongin looks only a little rueful as he says that

but you don’t blame him

you wouldn’t want someone screaming in your ears as you tried to concentrate either

“okay, right. lean with you. hold on tight,” you say

jeongin sits down, one foot still on the ground, and pats the seat behind him

“come on! take a seat—i promise you’ll be fine, y/n”

tentatively, you clamber onto the motorcycle behind jeongin

and wrap your arms around his waist

you can feel . . .

holy shit his abs feel like a fucking washboard

ExCuSE mE?????!!!! (���_＠)

heCk

((y/n, pls. calm down;;; we know he’s got muscles))

so um,,,, yeah

it’s really actually quite comfy to lean against his back

but then hen he lays his hands over yours

and looking back over his shoulder says, “ready, babe?

B A B E

HHHHHHHHHHHH

***y/n has officially malfunctioned***

damn tho

this boy is bold as fuck

wow

you’re not exactly complaining

bc you now know that you like being called “babe”

it makes you feel special (✿◠‿◠)

and you like how it sounds coming from jeongin

you can tell jeongin is grinning under his helmet

“yep, i’m ready,” you manage to say

and then you feel and hear the thunder of the engine igniting

it’s exhilarating and you hadn’t even started moving yet

jeongin yells over the engine “hold on!”

in one smooth motion he kicks the kickstand up, brought his foot off the ground, released the brake and clutch

and then...

and then you feel like you’re flying

even though you’re not going 70 mph (113 kph)

the wind tears at your clothes

making you feel freer than you’d ever felt before~

you thought you’d guessed what it would feel like to ride on a motorcycle

but even your wildest imaginings couldn’t come close to reality

you hold on tightly to jeongin’s waist, feeling every shift of his body as he guides the motorcycle along the roads surrounding your school

all too soon you find yourself back in the parking lot of your high school

you don’t release your hold on jeongin until after he’s shut off the engine

jeongin takes off his helmet, shaking his hair as usual, and hangs it on a handlebar

then he turns on the seat

you lean back

but jeongin reaches out and gently removes your helmet to place it on the seat between the two of you

even without touching it, you could feel that your hair was mussed

so you shake out your hair, too

and immediately understand why jeongin does it

you feel strangely powerful and a bit sexy

it’s a fun, new feeling

jeongin smiles like you’re the loveliest flower he’s ever seen

and, for the second time that day, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear

“how was it?” he asks, a look of concern on his face

you beam, feeling infinitely more at ease around jeongin

“amaaaaazing!”

“yeah? oh, don’t cry, y/n”

“what? oh” you realize that you are, indeed, crying

you wipe the tears from your face

after all, they’re just tears of happiness

“jeongin, it was incredible, oh my god. can we do it again? please?”

he laughs, throwing his head back 

and you glimpse the dimple at the base of his throat

“maybe another day, babe” jeongin concedes

you pout

“oh, okay. thank you”

there’s a look in jeongin’s eyes that you can’t quite place

is it sadness? fondness? desire?

he exhales, then the corner of his mouth quirks up

you feel the warmth of his fingers caress your cheek

“y/n, may i kiss you?”

***yet again, we regret to inform you that y/n has malfunctioned***

what the ever loving flipping fuck

d— did jeongin just,,,,

did he?

ALKJHGALKJFHG;AKLHFGAKLJGHKAJH

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” jeongin says in a rush, dropping his hand

shit.

SHIT!

“no no no!! it’s fine, yes. please. that’s fine. that would be— that would nice. yes, very nice.”

wow you sounded almost hysterical

“good,” jeongin says simply

and leans in to softly press his lips to yours

you immediately kiss him back

and feel him smile against your mouth

just a moment later, he draws back, respectful, a question in his eyes

you chase his lips, not wanting to waste the precious opportunity to actually be kissing the yang jeongin!!

his hands come up to cup your neck

and you rest your palm against his chest, feeling the trembling beat of his heart

he tastes like like elderberry and cinnamon and clove all wrapped into one intoxicating milieu 

you could kiss him for days and never tire

after what seems like hours, you break apart

“y/n,” jeongin begins

“oh just shut up and keep kissing me,” you say without hesitation, surprised at your own boldness (again)

it seemed that was becoming a habit around jeongin, too

he doesn’t bother responding

and, instead, kisses you until you’re breathless

again, you feel like you were flying

* . ∗ ̥ ⋆ ݃ *♡٩( ｡⌒▽⌒｡)۶♡* ݃ ⋆ ̥∗ . *

[sadaboutniall]

Without Fear

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Chapter One. January.

remember that first laugh? all it changed once I had that // like a hurricane, but I don't care where I land - rome, dermot kennedy 

The whole thing had started out as a joke. Or maybe a pipe dream. Or maybe a massive mental breakdown and a poorly thought-through trip to the passport office for a rush renewal and a visa application. 

No matter how it had started, Luna hadn’t actually thought it would pan out. Two and a half months ago, standing in her parents’ kitchen in New York, reading the lawyer’s letter, it had been a shiny, exciting, half-baked idea—an escape she could cling to while everything else was going to shit. It hadn’t been a reality. 

It was hardly a reality even as it began to happen: Luna, packing her bags on a Friday night, deciding which pictures of her ex to keep and which to toss; Luna’s dad, hoisting her bags into the trunk of the car for her; Luna’s mom, petting her hair as she hugged her goodbye at the airport.

And it wasn’t real when she got to Inis Mór either: her snug little apartment above the coffee shop, the smattering of mismatched furniture that her Great Aunt Niamh had left behind, Ruairí, the black cat her new neighbor had been feeding, the mess of her suitcases, exploding on the floor, markedly different to the seemingly ancient chairs and quilts and sweaters that Niamh left for her. 

Or, just left. It’s been hard for Luna to tell what’s for her and what isn’t. 

And even now, nearly a month into living here and it only half feels real, the way she gets up every morning and putters down to the shop to open up, the cat following behind her, meowing for breakfast and Siobhan, the baker, already well on her way to done with the morning’s pastries, the smell of cinnamon and dough and vanilla and the cold air outside wafting through the shop to wake Luna up sweetly; the way old Mr. Whelan is always her first customer, never deviates from his order of a black coffee and a croissant, toasted; the rush of cold air every time someone opens the door, feeling like it’s flaying the shop open, sending napkins fluttering to the floor, causing Ruairí to hiss in protest and curl up closer to the fireplace. There’s nothing real in the way the sun sets at 4pm these days, quick as a wink over the hill outside the window, a flash of orange and purple the only reminder that day once broke in this place that always feels dark, under cover. There’s nothing real in the way Luna needn’t worry about anything here—her rent is paid and there are no deadlines anymore, no screaming bosses, no one angry with her for dropping an artist file or fucking up a coffee order. It’s not real, not even when she calls home and talks to her parents, when they tell her about her brother Sam’s new PhD research and his girlfriend Mary’s trip to Honduras. It’s not real, any of it. And it works. It’s fine. And so is Luna. 

It’s hardly real on a Monday night at the end of January, either, after Siobhan has already left for the day and Luna is quietly closing up, tucking mugs into cabinets and dropping bits of pastry on the floor for the cat. She’s not thinking about much of anything—in the month she’s been here, Lu’s found the very start and very end of her days to be the most relaxing, the way she can clear up the shop or fire up the coffee maker without having to talk to anyone, think about anything. It’s so markedly different from what feels like a lifetime ago: bustling into the office at 8:30 and still feeling like she was late, a tray of coffees balanced in one hand, someone’s dry cleaning in the other, 12 voicemails already waiting for her, 30 emails, more coming through as her phone vibrated in her pocketbook. This is quiet and slow: Ruairí is weaving between her legs, meowing gently when he wants more treats, and outside it’s dark and still and cold, despite it being only 7pm. Luna is tired but not wiped—a feeling she forgot existed before leaving New York—and it occurs to her that she can have a slice of cake tonight in front of the TV, and maybe a glass of wine, while watching Law and Order until she falls asleep. 

She’s lost in that thought—and the already building annoyance at the fact that she knows she’ll inevitably wake up on the couch at 3am and have to stumble to bed—when the door creaks open, nighttime wind rushing in, a boy stumbling after it. 

“So sorry,” Lu looks up from where she’s been wiping down the counter behind the pastry display. “I’m closing up. But I still have a few leftover slices of cake if you want—”

“Oh, erm,” the boy stills, maybe surprised, and Lu does too. He’s—well. Lu hasn’t seen anyone here who looks like him. 

He’s a mess of hat hair, dark at the roots and an unnatural blonde at the tips, curling over his ears and flopping over one eyebrow. He’s bright blue eyes, wide when he looks at her, and cheeks flushed red to match the tip of his nose, and a smattering of stubble along his face, darkening in the dimple of his chin, his pink lips chapped where his tongue darts out to soothe them. He takes her breath away for half a second—or maybe that’s the rush of wind that crashed against her chest when he opened the door. 

The boy is clutching a guitar by its neck, gloved hand wrapped almost reverently around it, and his white high-top sneakers are mucky where the rubber soles have been sludging through the perma-mud outside. He looks like something out of a dream, maybe, Lu’s heart catching a little in her throat. 

“Hi,” he says, finally, looking just as out of sorts as Lu feels. She’s not sure if that’s good or bad, but he carries on. “I wasn’t expecting—I didn’t think you would be so… uh. American? Uh,” gently, he tucks the guitar under his arm and tugs off his navy blue gloves, the cotton pilling from wear. “I’m Niall,” he reaches out a hand. It’s cold when Lu takes it to shake, when he wraps it gently around her own. “I live Kilronan.” 

“Hiya,” Lu’s voice comes out softer than she expected it to. “I’m Lu. I work here.” 

“Right, right,” Niall nods, swallows thick. “You’re Niamh’s niece? I was so sorry to hear about her passing—she—”

“Great niece,” Lu rushes over Niall, exhausted, even a month later, of every introduction on this island starting with a condolence. “I actually only met her once. But it sounds like she was a force.”

“You—once?” Niall shoves his gloves into the pocket of his puffer jacket. 

“Yeah,” Lu shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine. Was there, uh,” she doesn’t want to get rid of him,  but doesn’t know where to go next. “Did you want one of those slices of cake? I’m sorry for you to come all the way from Kilronan for nothing.”

“Oh,” Niall looks like he’s only just remembered where he is. “No, I didn’t come for cake. I, uh, I have a… a question? An idea?”

Briefly, Lu worries if she should be nervous—but crime doesn’t happen here, not like this, and Lu knows the statistics when it comes to stranger attacks. Either way, Niall keeps talking before she can spiral, the words tumbling out like he knows he has to speak before he thinks better of it.

“I, uh, I was wondering if there’s any chance you were looking for someone to, like, play guitar and sing a bit? Like, live music in the shop for a couple hours a week? You don’t have to pay me or anything, ‘m not asking for that, but I could maybe leave my case open for tips? I can do covers or requests or—whatever you want, really. And I can give you my work schedule and we can work around that; I’m free on the weekends mostly, except for when I coach football, but also on weeknights if you’d prefer that and if you want to split the tips I understand, we can do that too, and also—” 

“Niall,” Lu can’t take it. He’s speaking so fast it’s shuttling her toward an anxiety attack, and throwing up on the shoes of the first cute boy she’s seen in a month was not on her agenda for today. Meeting a cute boy in general was not on her agenda for today, but Lu’s been learning that things don’t tend to pan out the way she plans them. “I like the idea. That sounds cool.” 

“I totally understand if—wait, really?” Niall pauses, hand halfway up to his face, like he was going to cover his mouth, or rub his eyes, or bite his nails. His brow furrows and his mouth drops open a little, like he didn’t expect it to be that easy. Like he didn’t accept Lu to be agreeable at all. 

“Yeah,” Lu shrugs, then nods at the guitar still tucked under Niall’s arm, “but you’ll need to audition for me,” she bites back a cheeky smile, watches Niall do the same. “I can’t have a crap singer driving away all my customers.”

“Ah, fair play,” the left side of Niall’s mouth pulls up into a smile, and Lu pointedly ignores the kick in her chest. “What would you like to hear?”

She shrugs again, as if “casual” or “easygoing” were ever words people would’ve used to describe her back home. “Your favorite song?”

“My favorite—” Niall scoffs, but there’s no malice in it—it’s playful, inviting, fun. It makes Lu feel like he wants to keep talking to her. Like he wants her to keep winding him up. “You think I can narrow it down to one favorite song?”

“I can,” Lu smiles, soft, “I’m good at making decisions.” 

“Go on, tell us then.” 

“You first,” Lu gestures toward a table, the only one in the shop that isn’t rickety when there’s too much weight on it. “Then I’ll tell ya.” 

Niall hums under his breath, approval, and settles himself on top of the table easily, feet perched on the chair, guitar natural in his lap. He strums once, to check that everything is in tune, and then glances up through the bit of hair that’s fallen over his eye. He’s striking—bright blue eyes, a shock of blonde at the tips of his hair, a lone dimple digging into his filled out cheeks—and Lu feels her stomach swoop and kick again. She takes a deep breath, crosses her arms over her chest. Niall sits up straight. 

“Alright,” he says it so quietly that Lu thinks it might just be for him. She’s suddenly struck with the notion that she’s intruding on something, a moment between Niall and his guitar and himself that isn’t for her—that, maybe, this isn’t something a lot of people get to see. 

And, if that’s true, Lu realises the second he starts strumming, it’s a damn shame. 

It takes Lu a second to recognize the song, but it doesn’t even matter. With a guitar in his hand Niall is even more mesmerizing. Hypnotizing. Completely, incomprehensibly, irresistible.

And then he opens his mouth. And Lu feels sick. 

It’s “With or Without You”. 

But there’s none of the corniness, none of the playful groaning and eye rolling that usually accompanies a U2 cover. Instead, Lu feels frozen to her spot in the middle of the shop, Niall, seated atop the table, eyes down, an anchor in the middle of this island. His voice, lower than she expected, and raspy in all the right places, is somehow vulnerable and confident at the same time—somehow makes her want to simultaneously hold him and be held by him, to protect him and let him protect her. It’s real. It’s vulnerable. It’s terrifying. Lu doesn’t know what to do with it. 

The song lasts forever and is over in an instant. Eyes closed, Niall carries out the final, desperate, confident, terrified, “I can’t live, with or without you,” as he stops playing and lets his voice take over. The whole shop shakes with it. Or maybe that’s just Lu, trembling. 

His eyes don’t open for a few seconds. Lu can feel herself breathing, she can feel her heart beating, she can feel the wind, outside, throwing itself against the shop’s ancient windows. She can feel it when Niall opens his eyes. 

“Was it that shite?” 

Overwhelmed, Lu exhales an unstoppable, lovely laugh. Niall’s cheeks are red and his eyes are a little glassy and he runs a hand through his thick hair, his bicep flexing just a millimeter. Lu already knows there’s no way this can last.

“Terrible,” she smiles. “Worst I’ve ever heard. When can you start?” 

####

They work out the schedule together, leaning over the only good table, comparing planners. Lu still keeps her old Moleskin, dark purple, embossed with her college seal and the year she graduated. She hasn’t needed it much lately—after years of her work, and eventually her social life, revolving around Google Calendar, she feels a freedom in being able to jot down appointments and approximate times in a messy journal. Niall’s got a battered leather one—doodles on the front, his name in script on the first page. He flips through it quickly, keeps it close to his chest. 

He works at a local furniture and home goods boutique most days, as a design consultant, and coaches the middle school’s co-ed soccer team on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday afternoons, with games on Saturdays. Lu tells him not to overbook himself but he does it anyway, and they settle on Monday, Thursday, and Friday nights, as well as Saturday mornings, starting the next week. He says he’ll have a friend work up posters to advertise, and tries, again, to tell Lu he’ll split his tips. 

At 10:30, he notices the time, his cheeks pinking up, his chapped lower lip caught between his teeth. They’d been splitting the final two slices of cake, and there’s a tiny glob of chocolate caught in the corner of his mouth. 

“Fuck,” he says, looking reluctant, “I’ve got to go, I’m meant to be at work at 8 tomorrow morning.” 

“Oh, God,” Lu feels a bit like she’s coming out of a daze, that feeling she gets, sometimes, when she’s been reading a book or watching a movie and then has to reimmerse herself in the real world. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you.” 

“No, no,” Niall rushes, “you didn’t. I—thank you. For the chocolate cake. And the, uh, opportunity.” 

“Don’t mention it.” Lu presses her lips together, resists the urge to lean forward and thumb at the chocolate on his mouth. “You’ve got, uh, a bit of chocolate,” she touches the mirroring spot on her own mouth, “right there.” 

“Right,” he smiles, tongue darting out to catch it. “I won’t. Thanks.” 

Lu gathers the plates and cups and totes them to the sink while Niall gets his things together. When she turns around, he’s bundled in his coat and scarf, hat pulled low over his brows, free hand shoved into the pocket of his puffer. She doesn’t know how to look away from him. 

“I guess I’ll see you next week, then?” He asks, fiddling with the zipper on his puffer. He hasn’t got all the chocolate—Lu wonders what it would taste like against his lips.

“Next week,” she echoes. “Yeah.” 

“Brilliant. I’ll, uh—I’m excited. Have a good week.” 

Lu’s “and you” gets lost in her throat as she watches Niall head toward the door. His hand is on the knob when he turns back around. 

“Wait, Lu.” 

The sound of her name in his mouth makes her heart stutter. She hopes her raised brow will pass for a response. 

“You didn’t tell me.” 

“What?” She gets that out, at least.

“Your favorite song of all time,” Niall smiles, dimple prominent. “What is it?”

Looking back, Lu has no idea where the sudden confidence comes from. But, somehow, it does. She smiles, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Not sure I want to tell you yet,” she says, kind. “I want to see if you figure it out for yourself.” 

####

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Pretty Thing

[Should I be working on any of my other things? Yes! Did I write this instead? Also yes!]

Mary Goore is a troll. 

Yes—a shit stirrer for sure, but mostly he’s a fiend who lives somewhere dank and far from people. Some say he squats in a mausoleum, but others will laugh and tell you he sublets a garden-level apartment. He’s always just around—the scene’s unofficial mascot who flits around, always there with everyone and no one, and damn … you just missed him! But on weekends you can find him working the doors at bars and venues collecting tolls for entry.

On cloudy days, you can find him hanging out in The Pit with all the other gutter punks, passing around a needle to pierce each other and the guitar to play out some tunes. At night, though, he always seems to be hanging off the arm of someone way too clean, looking like the cat who ate the canary. Wherever he lives, he seems to spend more time in someone else’s bed.

It’s a bright, sunny day when you encounter him alone—without the camaraderie of your tribe. Mary Goore is stomping down the sidewalk holding a black-lace parasol aloft. It’s a hot day, so beneath his studded and patched denim vest is just the pale , paleness of his dewy skin—so bright and reflective in the sunshine that you think that maybe he was the inspiration for that vampire. His black jeans are so ripped, you wonder if he wore them special—for the aeration. The carefully-constructed mat of his hair is making a valiant effort to stand up, despite how tufts of it stick to the sweat on his skin.

Some of it’s the shock of seeing Mary Goore out in the sunlight , and some of it is just how blindingly white he is—like sun refracting off a snowdrift—but you can’t help gaping at him even when you know he’s close enough to watch you do it.

Now, you don’t know Mary Goore, but you spend enough time in divey bars and underground venues that you’re sure he at least recognizes you, so you expect maybe a wink as he passes by. Instead he walks straight up to you and stops.

“You’ll catch flies that way,” he says, and you shut your mouth with a click. He leans against the building with his free arm and gives you a once over. “Like what you see, gelfling?”

Reflexively, you look him up and down. What you thought were freckles is actually a collection of moles that dot his skin. It’s cute.

“I thought you were a mirage.”

He snorts and leans into your space. “Cuz I’m a cool drink of water?”

You look down again at the flat planes of his pale chest. 

“Because you’re, um … glowing.”

Mary licks his lips and hoods his eyes. Your heart pounds.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He leans in, and your eyes flutter closed. You wonder if he’ll taste as rank as he usually looks, or if he’ll taste like mint gum or something. Instead, you feel his lips at the conch of your ear.

“See ya ‘round, gelfling.”

Eyes snapping open, you whip around just in time to him striding away, the parasol still raised to shield him from the sun.

You don’t make it a point to seek Mary out—in fact, you’ve been trying to avoid him, sure he’d only make fun of you. So, it’s a surprise when—while waiting for your drink order—Mary suddenly appears. You start, but he just leans his elbow on the bar. 

“Hey,” he says as he catches the straw from his—mostly-finished, bright-yellow drink with a pink paper umbrella—and wraps his plush lips around it. He sucks, and soon you can hear the rattle and slurp as his glass empties. He maintains eye contact with you as he keeps going, the death knell of the drink now gurgling in a prolonged throe as Mary makes use of his surprisingly robust lung capacity.

Before you can say anything, the bartender is placing your pint of beer in front of you.

“That’ll be $6.50, doll.”

Mary waves his arm. “Hey, Ned—put it on my tab.”

Ned raises his eyebrow at him. “You mean ‘Stephanie’s’ tab?” His chin indicates a girl across the room with bright pink and purple hair.

Mary grins, then slams his glass down on the counter. “And make me a tequila sunset.”

“That was a sunrise.”

“I know, man. I like variety.” 

When he says ‘variety,’ Mary turns his head to you and winks.

Ned rolls his eyes and buses the glass—but not before Mary plucks out the paper umbrella. Mary crooks his finger at you, but when you hesitate, he leans forward instead.

“I expect you to treasure this forever,” he says as he sticks the umbrella in your hair just above your ear.

You sniff at him. “I’ll treasure it as long as you do your conquests.” You go for a dramatic exit, but almost spill your beer all over you when you practically collide with the guy behind you, and it sloshes a little bit over the lip of the pint glass. Straight backed, you walk stiffly away as Mary guffaws behind you.

The rest of the night, you make a point of not even glancing in Mary’s direction—you don’t want to see if there’s also an umbrella in Stephanie’s hair.

It’s late, and you’re drunk. The lot of you had parted ways after trivia with multiple $5 pitchers. Despite having downed your own weight in French fries, all you want is some fake cheese of the Cheetos variety. 

The convenience store is on your way home and it’s still open. After the dark of the night outside, you almost have to shield your eyes from the harsh glare of the fluorescent lights. The bored teen at the counter watches as you stumble around to first the household aisle, then to the candy aisle, and back to the household aisle.

“Motherfucking cum whore,” you say out loud as you squint up at the signs again.

“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

You jump out of your skin, and almost careen into the greeting card rack—but Mary grabs your arm at the last minute. He’s in his worn leather jacket and some really tight-ass jeans. After leering at his thighs for a moment you say,

“Oh. It’s you.”

Mary squints at you and then grins. “You’re sloshed.”

You make a pffft noise at him.

“What drunk logic has brought you here?”

“I can’t find the Cheetos,” you whine.

He laughs at you. “All right. Hold on.”

You let Mary prop you up against the wall by the magazine rack, and you read all the celebrity gossip headlines while you wait. By the time he finally comes back, your eyes are beginning to droop with sleep. 

“Hey,” he snaps his fingers in front of your face. “No sleeping yet.”

“Cheetos,” is all you can manage before pointing into your mouth with an ah noise.

There’s a bag placed into your hands, already open. You shove a handful into your mouth before you remember you have to buy it. So you start rooting around in your pockets.

“Jesus you’re a mess.You’re getting cheese dust everywhere. The fuck are you doing, anyway?”

“Gotta pay,” you mumble around the masticated food in your mouth.

“I took care of it. C’mon.” He puts his arm around your shoulders and guides you out of the store. You notice he’s got a coffee cup in his other hand when he brings it up to his mouth.

Once you’re outside, you see a woman in her best goth blacks and contoured Elvira face. She looks up at the two of you.

“Mare?”

“Aww, shit. Sorry, baby. I gotta walk a friend home. Some other time?”

The woman looks at you; even with Mary’s arm you’re weaving, and you haven’t stopped shoving the snack food into your mouth.

“Yeah, whatever.”

She walks into the street and immediately a cab pulls over.

“All right, you,” Mary says, drawing your attention back to him. “Let’s get you home.”

The two of you walk in silence except for the crunch of the Cheetos and the slurp of the coffee.

When you reach your apartment building, you say, “This is me.”

Mary shoves his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, uh—do you mind if I crash on your couch?” He gives you a sheepish smile. “I kinda thought I’d be sleeping … elsewhere.”

“Me casa su casa,” you slur.

“Cool, thanks.”

You can’t wait to see the looks on your roommates’ faces when they wake up to Mary Fucking Goore in their apartment. 

But when you all get up, he’s already gone.

You’re eating meat off a stick to soak up the scorpion bowl you and some coworkers shared after a long fucking week. They’re upstairs getting the dance party started, but you’re not allowed up until you finish, so you’re content to watch the shot girls weave expertly in and out the crowd with their wares.

Suddenly a yellow and orange drink slides in front of you.

“But I didn’t …” you start, and that’s when Mary appears and clinks his bright red drink into yours.

“Fancy seeing you here. Oh—is that chicken?” 

Before you can answer, Mary is sliding off a chunk of meat from the skewer and popping it in his mouth.

“Hey!” You sputter at him, but he just pushes the drink at you.

“Drink your sunrise.”

You glare at him, but he just takes a big gulp of his own, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. He removes his cherry and holds it out, and you notice that his nails are painted black with a red glitter topcoat.

“C’mon, don’t leave me hanging.”

Sighing, you remove your cherry and hold it out. As Mary touches his to yours he says “Clink”, and then pops it into his mouth. You do the same, squishing it between your back molars before taking a sip from the plastic stirrer in your sunrise. When you look up again, you see that Mary’s mouth is moving, his eyes unfocused. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong when he suddenly makes a noise of triumph. He spits something into his palm, which he immediately presents to you proudly.

He’s tied the cherry stem into a knot.

You just gape at him.

Mary deposits the stem into your hand, closing your fingers around it before leaning in. “In case you forget what I can do with my tongue.” Then he gently closes your mouth with a hand to the bottom of your chin. “You know, you keep doing that, and one day someone’s gonna stick something in there.”

Before you have a chance to respond, someone across the bar yells Mary’s name.

“Oop! Gotta bounce! Smell ya later, gelfie.”

And then he’s downing the rest of his drink and heading over to a gaggle of hipsters in flannel and leather. As you finish the last hunk of meat, you watch the group leave as they shout and whoop.

The last thing you expect to see on stage is Mary Goore on guitar when he’s not even in the fucking band. True, he’s been known to mix and match and do the occasional substitution—but there wasn’t even an announcement about it. 

He’s in his stage shirt—the one almost covered in myriad blood trails—and a pair of jeans that are only torn at the knees. There’s a line of drinks next to him from admirers that he’s doing his best to slam back in between songs. The venue doesn’t make those kind of mixed drinks, so you’d sent Mary a shot of tequila with a cherry impaled on a plastic sword in it. “Inside joke,” you’d explained to the confused bartender.

When Mary gets to it, you watch the confusion on his face as he examines the contents. Then his head shoots up, scanning the crowd until his eyes land on you. You wave your own cherried sword at him before sucking the cherry into your mouth. He grins, takes out the sword, and runs it along his tongue before popping the cherry in. There are a few hoots from the audience, and then Mary is shooting the tequila before starting into the chords of the next song.

After the set ends, you convince your friends to stay for another round, vibrating with the certainty that Mary will come out to sass you. You can’t wait to see the look on your friends’ faces when he does.

It’s completely by accident that you even see him leave at all. 

You’re waiting in line for the only bathroom in the entire place, when you see the band erupt from the back room. You raise your hand to wave, but Mary isn’t even looking in your direction. Instead, he’s got his arm draped around the bassist—the one everybody considers the “pretty” one—and is close talking in his ear. From the way the bassist’s hand is moving in Mary’s back pocket, you have a good idea who he’s leaving with tonight even before you watch them slip out the back door.

After that night, you go back to avoiding any place you think Mary might be. So it’s with irritated exasperation that you see him collecting cover for Thursday 80′s Night. He’s sitting on a stool, legs splayed wide open—with absolutely no shame that there’s a giant hole on the inside of his one thigh—his signature leer on full display.

You’re this close to suggesting to your friends that you just ditch theme night and go sing karaoke at the Chinese restaurant that turns into a club after 10pm, but then Mary sees you. He grins and waves you forward. You try to shake your head, but your friends see, and the group breaks free of the line. 

A few people still waiting whine, but Mary just shrugs and taps his pen on the clipboard. “They’re on the list, guys.”

With exclamations of “Cool, dude” and “Thanks, man”, your friends fork over the $20 to Mary. When you try to hand yours over too, Mary just shakes his head.

“Gelflings don’t pay.”

“Stop calling me that,” you snap.

Mary looks a bit taken aback, but nods. “Yeah, ok.”

Again, you hold your money out, but he shakes his head again.

“Nah, you’re all set.

You narrow your eyes at him. “But I want to pay.” 

“Buy your friends a round or something.” He gives you a wolfish smile. “Buy me a round.”

You slam the bill down on the stool between his legs, and he only flinches a little. He looks up and squints at you.

"Uh … have I done something to you?”

Inching closer, you get right up in his face. His eyes drop down to your lips before flicking back up.

“You’ve done nothing to me, Mary Goore. Nothing at all.”

For once he has no witty rejoinder, and you don’t bump into anything as you make your way inside.

Life gets a little busy, and before you know it, you realize it’s been two weeks since you’ve been out and about for real anywhere. You send out a text to the group chat, and soon there are plans to see some up-in-coming band at the bowling alley venue.

When you get there, you’re resigned to your fate when you see Mary holding court in the corner. His jeans are more holy than ripped, but you can definitely see his boxers peeking through. He’s in a modified sleeveless tee and his vest. The table next to his group is littered with empty pint glasses and beer bottles.

You look away before he has a chance to catch your gaze. It’s not like you can hide your presence, but you certainly don’t have to encourage him.

The group of you manage to snag a table close enough to the stage that’s being constructed over the lanes, and you put in an order for a round of beers. You sense him even before your friends do a double take at who’s behind you. Sighing, you twist around in your seat.

“What.”

Something you can’t pinpoint flickers across his face. He shrugs.

“Haven’t seen you ‘round.”

“Well, I’m not a grifter. I got shit to do.”

His face falls.

Your friends are watching this exchange like it’s a tennis match.

“I have something for you.”

Before you can even say anything, he’s walking back to his corner and rummaging through his leather jacket. He comes back over and starts searching your face—or at least that’s what you assume he’s doing. Satisfied with what he sees, he nods, then unfurls his palm. In it is a jeweled stud that’s eerily close to the color of your eyes.

“I noticed you were pieced,” he says as he offers forth the earring.

Game. Set. Match.

“I—”

When you make no movement to take it, Mary gently places the stud on the table in front of you.

“Ok,” he says and walks away. You only watch him for a moment before turning back to your table and picking up the stud.

One of your friends gapes at you.

“Did Mary Goore just penguin you?”

You look up sharply. “What? No. Shut up.”

It doesn’t stop there.

When Mary sees the stud in one of your holes—after you sanitized the fuck out of it—he starts giving you tokens. A bejeweled pin for your coat lapel. A subtle bracelet chain. A scuffed silver ring with a onyx inlay. A mother-of-pearl button to replace one you lost on your jacket.

A new one every time he sees you wearing the last one.

You have no idea where he’s getting them. They obviously aren’t new, and you doubt he’s trolling the pawn shops. Each time, he merely comes over, presents his offering, then leaves. 

Some part of you realizes you’ve accepted his pitched woo when you get him a band pin from the local secondhand record shop. You know he usually works the door at the Irish pub on Friday nights, so you make it one of your stops. If he sees you in line, he certainly doesn’t try to wave you in again—but when your turn comes up again, you can see a smile start to break out on his face before he schools it.

“ID, please. Cover is $10 before 9 o’clock. No exceptions.” He smirks.

You mock gasp at him. “Highway robbery. I don’t even expect to pay that much on drinks.”

“Like you need to pay for your own drinks, beautiful.” His eyes take all of you in.

“Is that flattery, Goore?” you say leaning into his space.

His shrug says “maybe,” but his hooded eyes say “absolutely.”

Eyes still trained on his, you fish out two crisp fives while stealthily palming the pin. He cups his free hand out, and you place the bills in it, then rest the pin on top. Mary’s eyes zero in on the thing that’s not like the other, and you take the opportunity to skedaddle into the pub—two can play at the gift and run game.

It’s Saturday afternoon, and you’re bumming around in your apartment in a ratty tee and shorts when the buzzer makes its god awful noise. You’re a little wary because your other roommates are out, and you’re not expecting company.

You press the intercom. “Yes …?”

Feedback and a garbled male voice come through.

“Uh. This is Mary Goore. I’m here for …” he trails off, and you wonder if at any point you told Mary your name.

“Hey, dude,” you say.

“Oh. Is that you, um …”

You smile.

“Your gelfling? Yeah.”

“Cool. Cool cool cool. Can I … come up?”

You look down at yourself, and then at the detritus in the living room from 5 people.

“Or you could come down …?” he crackles.

“Gimmie 10,” you say.

Twenty minutes later you’re out the door, and you find Mary leaning against your building, thumbs hooked in his jeans. It’s a dreary day, so his parasol is nowhere in sight.

“Hey,” you say, and Mary opens his eyes. You’re in a comic book t-shirt and your denim shorts, and his eyes travel over you.

“Can I show you something?”

“Sure—” you start, then add, “—within reason.”

He nods. “Yeah. C’mon.”

The two of you start walking, you letting Mary take the lead.

After a block in silence, he says, “Thanks for the pin.”

You look over at him. “Thanks, uh … for the everything.”

He grins. “They look great on you.”

You walk a few more blocks, Mary taking you to a part of town that’s still close to the grid, but far enough that the houses are spaced apart. When he leads you to the back of a 3-story Victorian, you hesitate as he slides through the gate.

“What?”

“Is this the part of my life where I end up in pieces in a ditch?”

Mary rolls his eyes. He points to what looks like a back door.

“My door is here.”

Still wary, you follow after him as he unlocks the door and heads down a set of concrete stairs. You peer down at him.

“Are you sure this isn’t your murder basement?”

He turns to look up at you, his face scrunched in annoyance.

“Not all of us can afford nice, sunny apartments in high rises. Don’t be an asshole.”

“Sorry,” you say, even if you’re not 100% convinced.

You make your way down the steps and into the apartment. It’s actually not the lair you thought it would be. There are support beams throughout, but the paint is cheery and the furniture looks like your grandma got loose. Black clothes are draped everywhere, and there’s an old pizza box on the coffee table—but otherwise Mary’s place isn’t the shitshow you thought it would be.

“The lady’s mom died down here,” he says as he drops his keys on the kitchen counter. “I got it at a steal. As long as I pay rent and don’t blast music past 10pm, she could really give a fuck.”

“Is this what you …?”

He smiles at you, almost shyly. “No. C’mere.” He opens a door, and your interest propels your forward.

It’s Mary’s bedroom. Black cotton sheets are hung all around the room, and what look like back silk sheets—ripped at the corners—are stretched over a queen mattress laid on the floor.

“I’m not allowed to paint,” he says when he sees your line of sight. “And she got rid of the bed for obvious reasons.”

Your gaze comes down to the mahogany dressers. They’re covered in … costume jewelry? You approach one and are fascinated by all the baubles on it. There’s also a stack of polaroids. You pick them up to shuffle through. Most of them are portraits of what you assume are Mary’s conquests—though there are few … less than tasteful nudes. 

You squint up at him. “I don’t understand, Mary. What am I supposed to be seeing? Some dead woman’s costume jewelry and bedroom set? Your porn collection?”

“Sorry,” he rubs the back of his neck. “I forgot about those.”

He comes over to take them from you. “I usually keep them here …” He opens the top drawer of the dresser, and you see that it’s full of lingerie.

You back away. “What the fuck is this? Am I here to pose for you or some shit?”

“What? Wait, no! That’s not—” Marys rubs his face in his hands. “Wait, lemme start over.”

Even though you’re dubious, you let Mary take your hands in his.

“Yeah, this place has strong grandma energy … but everything else is me. I brought you here because …” He sighs. “I like to look at the jewelry and I like to wear the lingerie. People, too. I like pretty things, ok? I like to collect them.”

You look back over at the hoard on his dresser.

“So you like … go to estate sales or something?” 

You try to imagine Mary in his studs and ripped clothes—fake blood dripping down his face—at some fancy yard sale. 

He grins at you.

“You have no idea what my day job is, do you?”

“It’s not making breakfast for your conquests?”

Mary laughs.

“Jesus, no. They want me to stick around as much as I want to stick around. No. I’m a grave digger. Well, I’m kinda a grave digger. Blah blah blah … long, boring story: because of union rules I can’t officially be a grave digger—so I’m paid under the table.”

You slap your hands to your mouth. “OH MY GOD. You’re a grave robber. OH MY GOD YOU’RE A GRAVE ROBBER. Did you?” Your hand flies to the stud in your ear. “ IS THIS?! ”

Mary chuckles at you, then shrugs.

“Yeah, ok. Maybe. But it’s not like they can take it with them—and it turns out that under the table doesn’t come with benefits.”

“Oh my god—is this where the mausoleum rumor came from?”

Mary again takes your hands and draws you closer to him.

“That’s actually not far from the truth. It’s a nice, quiet place. The stone’s a little cold, but no one bothers you there. We should go sometime.”

You look around his room again.

“But … I guess I thought you lived …. This is nice, Mary. Why wouldn’t you want to take people here? Why did you sleep on my couch that one time?”

He shrugs. “It’s just a place to sleep, isn’t it? A cheap, furnished basement.”

You stare at him.

“Why me? Why show me?”

He sighs, air punching forcefully out his nose.

“I dunno. Just a feeling. You ever just. Vibe with someone?” He ghosts a finger down the side of your cheek. “And I like pretty things.”

“You don’t know me.”

“I’d like to.”

You stare at him. Hard. “I don’t like to share.”

He grins at you with too many teeth.

“If I collect you, I want you to be mine.” He crowds into you. “Will you be my Pretty Thing?”

You smile back at him before you’re leaning forward to press your lips into his.

[feistypaants-archived]

Between The Pipes [Chapter 25]

Rating: M Words: 2008 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

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Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: even slow progress is progress right? This might be a big step for them :)

Enjoy!

Kristoff was struggling to find Sven in the crowd of people, but sighed with relief when he heard his name being hollered from behind him. He clenched the three drinks just a little tighter in his hands before turning to face his captain.

“Hey baby!” Sven hollered, slinking across the floor with his fiancée under his arm. Kristoff couldn’t help but chuckle at the pink flush across both of their cheeks. Clearly they had wasted no time in finding the bar and downing more than one drink. “More?”

Handing off something pink and sweet to Jelissa with a smile, Kristoff held up two beers in between his other fingers. He hoped it would help slow Sven down just enough that he wouldn’t have to carry him home, but still let his best friend keep his buzz going. “Drink this for now, I think Anna is going to come join us in a little bit -”

“Oh man, okay,” Sven grabbed the beer before grinning as he spun his cane haphazardly up to rest on his shoulder. “So… wait hang on.” He turned to whisper something in Jelissa’s ear before she rolled her eyes and turned to find some of the ladies who were here with their hockey playing significant others that she knew. “Okay, boy talk.”

“Boy…?” Kristoff felt his face scrunch up just a little in confusion before he felt the sting of a three foot long metal pole colliding with his upper arm. “What the fuck!”

“Will you just,” he did it again, and Kristoff winced as he stepped back. “Tell her how you feel?” Sven was winding up for another whack when Kristoff reached up to place a firm hand on the stick.

“I don’t think hitting me is helping!”

Sven’s eyebrows furrowed as he threw his hands up in defeat, spilling a little of the beer onto the floor. “Well it can’t be hurting! Clearly I need to actually smack some sense into you, you moron!” Tearing the can from Kristoff’s grip, Sven slammed it back on the ground. “You’re in love with her, man. We can all see it. Why can’t you?”

Letting a heavy sigh pass over his lips, Kristoff couldn’t help but avert his gaze. He knew Sven was right, and that made his heart speed up under his ribs. He thought about her bright, loving eyes and her glowing smile and her warm laugh that made him feel safe and shit shit shit.

He fucking loved her, didn’t he.

“Fuck.”

A knowing smile stretched over Svens lips as he reached over with the cane again, tapping it lightly against Kristoff’s cheek. “You’re so dumb. But I still love you.”

What the hell was he supposed to do now?

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—

Anna loved the time she spent with her sister, but it was almost mortifying to learn of everything she had missed while living by herself these last few months. Apparently their father had somehow gotten worse - she supposed due to the stress of actually having to make decisions - and their mother wasn’t handling it well. In fact, Anna had seen her at the bar, three drinks in, and when she tried to say hello she had been dismissed, almost as if she hadn’t even been recognized.

Elsa said she was doing her best to help, but their mother refused to admit she had a problem. There really wasn’t much that could be done right now.

“Anna, this isn’t something you need to worry about, I promise. I’ve got it handled. I want you…” She squeezed at her shoulders lovingly, a smile growing on her face. “I want you to live your life, all right? You seem so happy here. You were never happy in LA.”

Nodding and biting at her lip, Anna sighed. “All right, if you’re sure.”

“I am.”

“Then,” she said with a grin, shrugging her shoulders. “You should probably let loose a little tonight, huh? Why don’t we…” Her eyes landed on Honeymaren, laughing alongside another member of the media team. “Meet my friends.”

Grabbing her sisters’ hand and pulling her eagerly over towards her coworker, Anna practically leapt to stand between them. “Honey!” Her eyes turned up to face them. 

“Wait, what --”

“Honey this is my sister, the one I’ve mentioned…” She winked and snickered, the cosmo clearly already loosening her up. “You know.

“Anna.” Elsa’s voice was heavy with warning. 

“Elsa,” she smiled, blowing one huff of air out. “This is Honeymaren -- Honey -- and I think you guys might get along great.”

Anna couldn’t help how toothy her grin got as the two women looked at one another and laughed, as if they both knew exactly what Anna was up to. 

That was fine.

Because now she really wanted to find Kristoff.

After giving them just a few minutes to introduce themselves to one another, Anna could feel herself starting to get anxious to move, her heels tapping on the ground repeatedly as she bounced up on her toes. “Okay!” she practically exploded, reaching for both of their hands. “How about a round of shots and then we go find Kristoff and Sven?”

Anna missed the way their eyes connected with laughter before she skipped off towards the bar, dragging them behind her. She ordered her favorite shot - the pink starburst - and grinned as she held them out for the other two women. “I think we all deserve this.” Elsa rolled her eyes with a smile and Anna bounced happily before throwing her own back and immediately ordering six simple kamikaze shots before leading the way out to the dance floor where she assumed the three would still be.

It didn’t take long for her wandering eyes to find him, tall and broad and hovering over most of the other attendees. He had lost his hat and his hair was falling out from the slick do, and Anna couldn’t help but love the way small bits of his fringe fell into his eyes as he smiled and laughed along with his best friend. And as if he could sense her, his head turned her way, his eyes locked onto hers, and his grin widened. He practically pushed people aside to come meet her halfway, offering his hands to help with the six drinks they had been carrying.

“I brought shots.” Why was she so nervous right now? Obviously she brought shots!

“I see that.” But his smile was genuine.

She heard Sven and Jelissa’s vocalizing for them to come closer over the jazzy decade-appropriate music and laughed, gesturing their way. “I suppose they’ll start a riot if I don’t bring these to them, huh?”

Kristoff shrugged but kept smiling. “They’re already pretty drunk. They’ll probably forget you even have them in a minute.” His free hand reached for her, settling on the bare skin of her lower back before applying just enough pressure to encourage her to move forward. 

“We’ve got some catching up to do, I think,” Anna sighed, glancing at the measly shot in her hand.

“Or,” he rolled his neck, leaning back towards Honey and Elsa. “The four of us can just stay semi-sober and enjoy the show they’re bound to give us.”

Anna enjoyed the laughter from her sister and her friend that bubbled up behind them, sneaking a glance at the two girls before tugging gently on Kristoff’s jacket to make him lean closer. “I’m setting them up,” she whispered, a glint in her eye. “I think they’ll be so good together, you know?”

She hummed happily as he risked one glance back at two women, and Anna noticed a recognition in his eyes she wasn’t wholly familiar with. “Oh, yeah, I think… I think that’ll go well.”

They reached Sven and Jelissa who hollered at a probably obnoxious level before they grabbed two shots from their hands, throwing them back without question.

“Oh boy.” Anna looked up at Kristoff who was practically grimacing as he watched the couple, who were now dancing in a manner that was definitely bordering on inappropriate. “That’s not what you want.”

Anna felt her whole face flush as four hands reached out to pull her and Kristoff into their rambunctious dance circle.

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The night was finally starting to wind down, and Anna felt the exhaustion in her bones. As fun as dancing and singing and letting loose with her friends and sister was, she was absolutely on her last leg. She loved parties, and loved how they wore her out but energized her at the same time, but she was also just about ready to take her very handsome, very tipsy, fake boyfriend home and enjoy some much needed alone time with him.

Most people had left by now with the exception of a few stragglers who were looking to buy whatever was remaining, and some others who clearly wanted to milk the event for all it was worth. Sven and Jelissa had settled onto a couch in the corner, curled up together and practically sleeping while they waited for the night to end, while Elsa and Honey were sitting in the dining area, knees brushing as they talked and ignored the mostly untouched glasses of wine resting on the table between them. 

Most surprising of all to Anna was that Kristoff was still out on the dance floor with her, holding her close as slow music played to cool off the rest of the attendees. She relished in the way he held her now, his hand settled low on her back while fingers stroked softly at her skin, as his other one grasped hers, their intertwined fingers partially wedged between their chests. Anna couldn’t help but use her other hand to play with the hair at the base of his skull as they swayed back and forth, his eyes rarely leaving hers.

“So…” she hummed, at the same time as he blurted out “I need to confess something.”

“O-oh?” She wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but she thanked the soft encouragement of alcohol as he smiled through the light flush on his cheeks. Anna tried not to let her imagination run too wild - for all she knew he was going to tell her that he didn’t like cats. This could mean nothing. But…

He laughed, just a little one, and spun her slowly to the beat of the music. “You’ve ruined me, you know that? For good.”

Anna felt her smile drop just a little, but she did her best to play it off. “What do you mean?”

“I…” he shook his head, breathing out a heavy sigh. “I mean… No one is ever…” He blinked and his face dropped and she felt him stiffen beneath her. “Don’t take this the wrong way, all right?” 

He seemed to relax just slightly when she let out a breathy laugh and shook her head. “I won’t.”

Nodding, Kristoff continued. “I will never be able to date anyone else. Even if I wanted to.”

His hand tightened around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer as he pressed his cheek against hers. “I’m… I’m still not ready. I’m sorry. But when I am…”

“Kristoff…” She let go of his fingers clasped between hers before wrapping her arms around his neck, smiling when his now free hand pressed comfortingly against the back of her head. “I’m…” her heart was hammering beneath her ribs and she could almost see her blood pulsing behind her eyes. “You’re it for me.” 

He squeezed just a little tighter.

“I will never… I will never feel this way again.”

She heard the soft exhale of breath through his nose as he turned to bury it behind her ear.

“I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

It didn’t take long for him to pull back just enough to look into her eyes and decide if she was telling the truth. Then faster still, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeper than he ever had before.

She loved him.

She would wait forever if she had to.

[thatcanadianfangirl]

October Fall|Cody Christian

StoryLine: Cody and you have been dating for awhile, and you know he’s keeping a hefty secret from you. The whole weekend turns into a fall date at the end all is revealed after Cody knows there’s a threat after you. 

Warnings: If you aren’t above the age of 14 then you probably shouldn't be reading my content. Werewolves and vampires.

word count: 4.9k

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Randall pulled on his leash as the wind started to pick up, blowing the colourful leaves in every which direction. I tightened my jacket around me as I felt a little uneasy, as if someone was watching me. The pitter patter of my Siberian Husky’s paws had calmed me a little bit, but the feeling still lingered.

My phone dinged, echoing through the street. Fishing it out of my pocket, I instantly smiled seeing Cody’s name.

“Can’t wait to see you later X”

I smiled knowing he was busy with ‘work’, well that’s what he liked to call it anyways. He’d go hours even days without stopping by, Honestly I didn't mind it too much. He needed space to do his own thing, I respected that. It also gave me time to focus on myself and Randall.

Cody has done it since we’ve met back in high school. Now I’m in my second year of college. Sure I’ve wondered if he was out with someone else, but he’s never gave me a reason to doubt his loyalty.

“Me Either, Sabrina?”

‘The Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina’ Was the perfect TV show to watch as Halloween was coming up soon. Puts you right in the mood for October.

‘Couldn't of picked anything better myself.’

He replied fast, one of the reasons why I loved that man.

All the way home I had that same eerie feeling that someone was watching me. Like they never stopped watching, I might just be freaking myself out ‘cause of the weird and creepy Halloween vibe I keep getting.

As soon as I walked into my apartment I took Randall’s collar off and hung it up with his matching leash. I took off my jacket and flicked most of the lights on, I could feel a draft of wind coming from somewhere in the house.

I scurried around the apartment looking for the open window. Confused because I know for a fact that I locked every window before I left this morning for school. Randall followed me like a shadow as if it were his life’s mission, nothing knew.

The cold air was becoming stronger as I continued to approach the bathroom. Flicking on the light I was surprised to see the window above the shower to be unlocked and open. Goosebumps rose as my temperature levelled down.  

Maybe I forgot to lock it last night after my shower, although I clearly remember that I did. I mean I usually do especially since it’s getting closer to the colder months now. Maybe Cody left it open when he saw me last night, That what I told myself as I closed the window to keep my mind at ease.

------

The smell of the Pillsbury Pumpkin cookies Baking in the oven spread through out the apartment. Randall laid in front of it, resting his head on his crossed paws. Sitting at my round marble table I was writing up an essay for one of my college classes, couldn't remember which one it was for exactly.

Glancing at Randall again, bathing in the light of the oven. He most likely felt the warmth of those cookies, dreaming of eating them all. “You just think those Cookies are for you, don’t you?” I ask him teasingly.

He picked up his head, tilting his head to the side. One ear high and mighty like a wolf and the other flopping like the sweet little puppy dog he is. “Too bad you only get one and the rest are for me and Cody.”

At the mention of Cody he propped his head on the floor again. Randall never seemed to like Cody. Always a little stand offish towards him and not to mention he loves human attention, just not from him. It’s a little strange.

Finishing up my essay I saved it, I’ll proof read it on Sunday since it’s only Friday and it’s due Monday morning. Closing my lap top shut, the oven beeped just in time Before Cody got here, he had said he was on his way 5 minutes ago. A text and never a call, which I didn’t mind but it was weird, we’ve been dating for awhile now.

I pulled the cookies out after I turned the oven off. Randall was already on his feet as I put the cookie sheet atop the stove to let them cool. “Someone’s a little too excited for cookies since you get peanut butter ones every Saturday.” He wags his tail at my comment as his drool his the floor.

I roll my eyes at him before making my way to my room, he trailed behind me as if he was my personal body guard. Randall instantly jumped onto my bed, laying into a safe and protected ball.

Setting my phone up to my blue tooth speaker I started to dress into something comfy. Tempo by Lizzo started playing and I couldn’t resist it.

‘I've been waiting for this one’

‘turn it up’

I sang along with the song, it was one of those songs that put you in a good mood. It gave you the power of confidence, to feel good about yourself enough to make you happy.  

It didn’t take me long before I began dancing and screaming the lyrics to Randall. He didn’t mind it this time because he didn't get up and leave me like he has done before.This was the time to be myself and get wild, I don’t get to do it often but damn I should. It’s so much fun.

‘Slow songs, they for skinny hoes’

‘Can’t move all of this here with one of those’

‘I’m a thick bitch, I need tempo’

‘fuck it up to the tempo’

I wonder if my neighbours got bored of my dance sessions, I know I didn’t because I got lost in the way the beat moves me. They never complained about it, although they might call animal control. I defiantly sounded like a dying cat.  

The song was ending and Randall kept his eyes on me. Probably snickering inside his head at how ridiculous I looked dancing the way I was. He was my number one supported I didn't care.

“Mmm, that’s my future wife..” I heard my boyfriend’s sly voice say behind me. I jumped a little shocked by his arrival, I turned around and there he was leaning against the door frame. His arms crossed as he visibly checked me out. His green eyes sparkled as a pink smirk appeared on his lips. The ones that I missed kissing every chance I got.

“Shut up.” I said teasingly making my way towards Cody as my phone continued to play songs. He chuckle, “..Of course it is, she’s such a dork.” He finishes letting his hands rest on my hips, squeezing them firmly before he leans down and kisses me. I gave him a smirk, “Actually I think me and Randall need a night to ourselves, to watch Sabrina and devour those cookies in the kitchen.” I tease.

Randall barks at the mention of his name. Cody’s expression changed from Cocky to Playful shock as I stepped away from him and sat on the bed with the Husky. He stared at the man in front of us as if he was challenging him to come closer.

They shared a look, it was concerning. It was almost as if they were actually challenging each other. It could of been a trick of the eye but I swear Cody’s eyes flashed red. Randall lowered his head to the bed like he had lost.

I shook my head lightly blinking, I didn't mention it trying to distract myself with scattered thoughts.

“Alright fine, I guess that pumpkin spice latte on the coffee table is fine.” Cody says retrieving down the hall-way as if nothing happened.

Could of been the reflection of a car driving down the street. That weird stare must of been Cody admiring Randall or thinking of a come back to say. I pushed the eerie thoughts down, ignoring them for now.

“From Starbucks?” I asked innocently still sitting on my bed as Randall trailed Cody and leaving me alone. Rude.

“You know it Baby-girl...”

Boy does this man ever have a hold of my heart.

“...But you’d rather watch Netflix with your dog...Oh cookies.”

And he lost it.

I began to scurry down the hallway, past the living room and stopping to see that it was already set up for our Netflix date. My heart melted, Sabrina was paused on the TV, Blankets thrown on the couch, fall candles lit making the room smell amazing. The LED lights around the room were a bright orange, set for the Halloween vibe my boyfriend created.

“Cody I...It’s perfect.” I spoke breathlessly.

“Come squeeze in with us.” He says gently, using his arm to motion me over. I smiled at him knowing he was talking about both of my favourite boys.Taking a seat in between them, Cody wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me into him. Randall being on the other side of me rested his head on my thigh and let out a breathy huff.

On the coffee table sat the Halloween cookies, a bowl of popcorn, as well as two Starbucks lattes. I playfully roll my eyes, Cody is such a tease.

“Cody?”

“Yes, babe”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

---

A few episodes into the second seasons we Finished The Lupercalia one.  Popcorn bowl as well as the cookie tray were empty with the help of Randall. Who fell asleep an episode or so ago, I don’t think he was one for the demonic.

“We should get to bed soon.” Cody yawns,

“One more episode?” I asked softly, preparing for the rejection. Cody shook his head playfully at me before pushing me off him. “You’re crazy, these episodes are an hour long.” He chuckles before getting off the couch and stretching.

“Your point is?” I asked, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. He comes closer squeezing between my legs, He’s quiet as he lowers his face to mine, giving me a soft and sweet kiss. “My point is my girlfriend is a psychopath.” He smirks at me, I roll my eyes at him, what a tease.

“Please?” I whine as I look up at him.

“Okay I’ll make you a deal.” He has that glint in his eyes like he always does when he’s up to something.

“Shoot.” I say lazily. I knew what he’s going to say, it happens every weekend.

“We go have a little session in the bedroom and then we watching one more episode. I mean you have to energy to watch another so I think you have the energy for something more.” Cody Winks at me with high hopes in his eyes.

“Actually sleeping sounds good.” I Grab the Xbox controller and turn the console off.

“Are you serious?” Cody asks a little anger slipping through his words, “Yes, plus you’ll just wake me up in the middle of the night for it anyways..” I shrug my shoulders as I blow out the candles and turned the tv off. “..So you ending up winning in the end.” 

“Alright, works for me.” He says, I laugh at his little mood swing, “Dork”  I mumble with a smile.

“What was that, Dork?” he teases holding my hand in his.

“I love you?”

“That’s what I thought”

----

I sat in the passenger seat of Cody's truck, it was a fairly new one with an issue here and there. She still ran good and the AC worked like a charm. He absolutely loves this truck maybe more then me, I mean she was a blue Chevrolet Silverado 1500. 

Nothing fancy, but I defiantly loved the look of her. Although she doesn't compare to my green Jeep Wrangler at home. He’s a stick shift and Cody’s happens to be an automatic, always says he likes to play is safe, I call bullshit. 

“what are you in the mood for?” Cody asks giving me a quick glance. I stay quiet for a moment thinking deeply about it, damn what i’m I in the mood for?

“Tea or Latte?” He says nudging me playfully. 

“Mmm.” I say still deciding. 

“Oh there passes Starbucks, looks like it’s tea.” Cody says. 

“I wanted tea anyways.” I say passively, 

“You're just mad because I didn't give you time to pick.” I look at him and he has this big smirk on his face, I couldn’t be mad a him even if I tried. Cody was too cute. 

‘Shut up.’ I manage to say. 

-----

It’s not too long before I’m a happy girl with my Pumpkin Spice tea. My whole mood switched as we were on our way to the yearly pumpkin patch. And there sat Cody in the driver’s seat occasionally sipping his basic white boy order, a double double.

“I love how excited you get over tea, it’s so cute.”

“I know.” I say sipping my pumpkin heaven with a smirk.

“You’re something else.” Cody laughed and shakes his head playfully at me before turning the music up, ‘Somebody’  by Keith Urban came on and Me and Cody both started Belting out the lyrics to it.

“And I’m letting go of all my lonely yesterdays”

“I’ve forgiven myself for the mistakes I’ve made”

“Now there’s just one thing”

“The only thing I wanna do”

“I wanna love somebody”

“Love somebody like you”

----

It was a half an hour drive, but it felt like 5 minutes with him. The continuous giggling and mini concerts kept me occupied, plus Cody didn't sound half bad. “Here we are, baby girl.” Cody says catching my hand in his as he guides me to the farm hosting the event.

Surprisingly it was a rather big pumpkin patch. I grew up in a small city where there was only one pumpkin patch in a 100km radius, a good bunch of animals to feed, but the pumpkins were some what good to take home.

This one had  plenty of animals to feed, a corn maze, Horse back riding, and Halloween approved pumpkins. There were at least 5 patches like this in a 100km radius, It was perfect.

The one down side was the is was $25.00 per person, but we were willing to make that sacrifice. It was October of course.

Even though I really wanted to take a horse down one of the trails I held myself back. Cody was scared of horses, terrified if you will. He had said and I quote  “Horses are powerful animals and they could kill you if they wanted to” 

Sure that might be true, but horses were these beautiful gentle animals. But I respected his opinion because I loved him, I didn't think it was silly because it was ‘his’ perspective of them. 

“Babe just hold the cup out enough for them to reach the feed.” I say pulling his hand towards the grey baby goat. 

“He’s gunna bite me.” Cody says urgently dropping the cup in the pen and pulling his hand out of my grip. I laugh at his reaction, “You’re being ridiculous right now, it’s a baby goat.” I say shaking my head at him teasingly. 

“Then you do it!” He steps away from the wooden fence and crosses his arms. Forearms flexing through his black sweater, Jesus Christ my boyfriend was hot. Just give me a few minutes to admire him, his eyes, his hair, his lips, not to mention his body structure...

Reaching for the cup the baby goat got on his legs and started towards me. I dumped the contents onto my palm and shoved the paper cup in my back pocket. Holding my hand out the goat ate the feed, it tickled a little with it’s mouth rubbing against my hand. 

Finishing, the baby goat looked at me as if it was asking for more. Soon it let out a ‘Mehhe’ and walked on back to the spot it was previously in. Wiping my hands on the back of my pants I looked back at Cody, “See nothing to be scared of.” I smirk at him teasing a little bit. 

“Says the animal lover, I’m going to the bathroom.” He says passively, I playfully roll my eyes at him. Cody was being dramatic, he got like that sometimes. I usually let him blow of the little steam he had and he’d be perfectly fine when I see him again. 

I continued down the fence line seeing the rest of the farm animals. I ran out of my own feeding mix awhile ago or I’d be giving some here and there. Cody’s was left over because he was too scared to use his. He kept saying he was leaving it for the baby goats, but he was hesitant, a white lie to keep me content.  

Reaching the rabbits I instantly fell in-love with the ocean of fluffy cuteness. Crouching down sticking my arm through the fence gap as I called for one. A black one with beautiful floppy ears began to hop towards. 

Smiling as it’s nose twitched against my hand. Soon the energy changed around me as I felt a dark presence beside me on the left. It made me freeze with aching nerves as my heart started to pound in my ears. 

 “Cute aren’t they?” Their voice was sly and masculine sending goosebumps along my whole body. The eerie feeling I pushed down erupted to the surface, but I needed to stay calm. Show him I wasn’t frightened, I was beyond that. 

Slowly I turned to him and got on my feet, stay calm I kept telling myself. I smiled up at him, “They are, I wouldn't mind having one myself.” I say with fake confidence as I stuffed my hands in the back pockets of my jeans. 

He props himself against the fence a few inches closer, I couldn’t step back or he’d notice. “Why don’t you get one?” He furrows his eyebrows in question as my brain spots out how sickly pale his skin appears on this cloudy day. His hair is a raven black and seems to be slicked back with gel. His eyes are a dark brown almost a black, maybe they were black. His body structure was tall and lean, still he intimated me. 

“Ah...My boyfriend doesn’t really like small animals, or animals in general.” I shrugged trying to brush off the way I slipped up.  

“Understandable, wolves are territorial.” He spoke-

“Babe?” The sound of Cody’s voice immediately soothed me. taking my eyes off the tall man I see my boyfriend approach us, I smiled as he engulfing me into a hug from behind, nuzzling his nose into my neck. How did he know I needed him?

“Who were you talking to?” He asks curious, looking back at the tall guy. My eyes widened in shock, he was no longer there. He was just right here, where did he go? “Just some kids.” I lie with a smile. 

Cody looks into my eyes, his holding an intense expression as he asked “Are you sure?” He asked pressing, he knew I was lying, how? I nodded as his eyes noticeably darkened, “Okay.” He says anyways kissing the crown of my head, slipping his fingers in between mine.

 “Stay close.” He whispers to me not wanting to bother anybody else with our troubles. I nodded as the energy around us became tense and thick at the information we were both lying to each other. I knew he was hiding something from me, I just didn't know what. 

The stiff feeling began to fade as we found comfort in each other’s presences. We both agreed on picking out our pumpkins first before the corn maze. Which happened to be the thing I was most excited for. 

Cody kept close not letting me wonder off too far, his structure was slightly stiff and more broader if that was possible. His green eyes stayed a darker shade then his original, I’ve never seen him like this before and I knew something serious was going one. 

eventually we picked out pumpkins, I may or may not have taken extra time scoping them out. What can I say, I wanted the perfect pumpkin. We teased each other about whose was better the whole way to his truck. Let’s be real, it was defiantly mine. I told Cody to put them in the backseat, because if I saw a pumpkin unattended I’d take it with no guilt. More pumpkins equalled to even more pumpkin seeds. It was fair game out here. 

“Do you really want to go through the maze?” Cody asks, I turn to him raising my eyebrows, “Really?” I asked him as if it wasn't obvious. “Okay.” He chuckles, “You don’t have to get dramatic.” He nudges me. 

“I’m not dramatic.” I pout like a child, 

“Yes you are, now hold my hand.” he says holding his hand out for me to take.

“Why?” 

He rolls his eyes, quickly grabbing my hand and pulling me towards his chest hard. I smirked loving how he got dominant in public. Cody grabs my face firmly and kisses me for a few seconds. “Now will you hold my hand?” He asked. 

“Yes.” I say with a giddy smile and laced our fingers together, “There now everyone here knows you're mine.” He says gently. 

“God you're cheesy.” I laugh as he finally guides us to the legendary corn maze.

Going through it was suspiciously calm and relaxing. Well except for the kids who were running and laughing through out the maze. Giving it that eerie feeling of the traditional Halloween.  

Cody and I were joking around, chasing each other, as well as holding hands. He was relaxed forgetting about our mishap earlier. His eyes were bright and he was smiling ear to ear before he wasn't anymore. Like the flick of switch his protective persona was back. 

He stared passed my head, his eyes a dark green again before they became a bright red. Gasping I felt light headed and froze to think, my heart pounding in my chest. Was I dreaming? Because there was no way this was fucking real. 

Cody held me tightly against him as if shielding my vision away from what or who was behind me. Adrenaline raced making me confused on what feeling I was currently experiencing. 

“An eye for an eye Cody.” The voice was silky, strong, familiar. It hit me like a bus, it belonged to the sickly pale guy from earlier when Cody disappeared to the bathroom. My mind scattered trying to think, what the fuck was happening right now?

Cody’s grip began to tighten on my waist, I knew two things in this very moment. One, this wasn't a fucking dream and it was reality. Two, there was no doubt gunna be a bruise because his grip fucking hurt. 

Building up the strength I needed I forced myself out of his grip turning towards the enemy. I trembled at the sight of him, his eyes a pitch black. Several veins under his eyes surfaced, Fangs pinching his bottom lip. He was a fucking Vampire? My mind went on overdrive and my body became weak. 

“A strong human you got there.” The words made shivers run down my spine, Cody’s growl was authorised, or at least I think it was a growl. anything could be possible at this point. Wasn't too long before my body got too weak for me to physical hold myself up. Falling to the ground I watched as Cody stepped in front of me. Protecting me from him.   

“Alice slaughtered my parents she was fair game.” 

“I don’t care what she did, she was the love of my life. Soulmate if I may.” The voices started to muffle and I couldn’t tell which belonged to who. 

“You’re a vamp, ruthless of creatures. You wouldn’t know a soulmate even if she hit you in the face.”  More muffled words came about, but I couldn’t register them as I began to slip under. 

The last thing I remember seeing was Cody turning into a wolf, massive wolf. Fur white as snow when it freshly falls on a winter’s night. He was beautiful as he plunges for the vampire who had threatened my life.  

----

I woke up screaming, my heart pounding in my chest. Looking around me I noticed I was in a room, a bedroom of some soft. Breathing heavily I climbed to the edge of the bed tearing the silk duvet away from my body. 

I focused on my breathing as I thought about what happened before I ended up here. My date with Cody at the pumpkin patch, the corn maze, the wolf and lastly that strange guy. I remember not seeing any visible veins or even seeing him breathe. There was only one answer he was a Vampire. 

Cody was a werewolf, it was crazy, maybe insane to think, but there was no other reasonable explanation for any of it. I was surprisingly calm from all the information flowing in my mind. Could’ve been because I was in shock, what did that even feel like? I’m tired is all I can think. 

Pushing myself off the bed I feel a nightie pool around me. I look down and see a black shirt engulfing my body, Grabbing the neckline I pull it towards my face. It’s Cody’s I can recognise his cologne anywhere. 

This must be his room, it’s massive with a huge bed, windows from the ceiling to the floor, and two couches. Not too mention The wolf portrait on the wall just above the one couch. I sit on the one across from it. 

It’s a hand painted portrait you can tell by the texture of the brush stokes. There stood a white wolf with mighty pride, chest puffed out and head held high. It’s eyes were a blood red just like the flash in Cody’s eyes a few days previous.

 A single golden crown rounded it’s giant ear, Emerald stones were embedded all the way around the crown. It was too small for it to go around both of it’s ears. At the bottom of the portrait were gold cursive letter that read ‘Alpha Cody’ 

It was him, it was insane, it was real. 

Looking out the window and into the sea of green trees that stretched for miles. It started to add up, The overprotective boyfriend, his body temperature always being high, his red eyes, the neediness, his crazy appetite, and not to mention he was gone all the time. 

The door clicked open and I still stared out the window. I could hear his foot steps come closer and sit on the couch where the painting was placed. “Can we talk?” He sounded weak, I looked at him concerned about his health. 

He looked rough, his brown hair a mess, bags under his eyes, his skin was pale, and his eyes were blood shot. “What happened to you?” I asked, feeling the vibe between us has shifted. 

He sighs resting his hands on his legs, “You, I didn't know if you were ever gunna wake up, it scared the hell out of me. Every day was torture when you didn't way up.” His voice was so heartbroken. 

“How long?” 

“Huh?”

“How long was I asleep?” I asked him, he began to bounce his knee and looked out the window. He didn't want to answer me I understood that but I wanted to know. No I needed to know. 

“Cody” I said under my breathe desperate. 

“3 weeks.” He chocked up, 

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, 

“For what?” He looked at me and all I could see was a broken Cody and it clenched my heart. 

“Not waking up, for you.” I spoke trying to imaging the pain I put him through, I couldn’t. 

He reached for my hand and I couldn't believe how much I missed his touch. We stayed quite holding each others hands together, soon enough he pulled me into his lap, more bridal style then anything else. He held me tight as he stared into my eyes, I don’t ever recall being this intimate with him. 

We we’re both in a vulnerable state, I didn't want anything else then him at this moment. My heart ached to be closer to him. Hot tears made there way down my cheeks as I aggressively kissed him, he kissed back with the same amount of passion and love as I did. 

It lasted a min or 2 before he pulled away and hugged me tight. I never wanted this to end, there was so much emotion I didn't think I was capable of. I held him as much as I could, but he was stronger then I was. I ran my hands through his hair loving the feeling of it. 

“Please don’t leave me!” He begged sobbing into my shoulder, his body shook as I held him tighter. 

“Cody, I would never.” I said softly still running my fingers through his hair. 

“I know I’m not what you expected.” He sobbed louder, it broke my heart to see him like this. 

“You aren’t , you’re better, Because I love you with every piece of me.” I say swallowing the lump in my throat as I began to rock him. His breathing regulated and his body began to relax into mine. 

“I love you too.” It was barely above a whisper but I knew he did. Cody lowly started to fall asleep in my arms, his full weight shifted to me and it made me tired. It only took me a few minutes to fall asleep with him. 

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Character bios pt 2!!

Decided to continue the bios for the rest of the fam squad, the full extended family!! Might change things around a bit, we’ll see!!! Here’s part one in case you missed it :3

Emile Sanders (formerly Picani):

Age: 46

Pronouns: he/him/they/them

Height: 6’1”

Curly medium golden mahogany brown hair and sky blue eyes, subtly tanned skin covered in freckles, red framed rounded glasses, likes dressing like a cartoon character or just wearing cartoon merch (his prized possession is his Mabel pines jumper) but wears a brown cardigan over a white button down shirt with a pink necktie when he goes to work

A big goofball that has a lot of love to give, but he still knows when to be more subdued and calm and when to activate “serious picani”. He’s always loved helping people work through their issues which is why he’s a therapist

Like patton, he’s excellent at reading emotions, though he’s a bit better at it since he’s a professional

Has ADHD, but has developed the necessary coping skills to help keep his symptoms under control

Has two siblings; Catarina (Patton’s mother) and Leonard (Patton’s other uncle). Emile is the baby of the family while Leonard is the oldest

Emile met Thomas when they were both in college. They shared an ASL class and quickly began getting along, and frequently practiced sign language together and feelings developed from there

It was quite some time before they got married, but it was well worth the wait

Thomas Sanders:

Age: 43

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 5’10”

The standard character Thomas look; floppy medium brown hair, chestnut eyes, fair skinned, wears the same three shirts periodically for five years until he buys three new shirts, the usual stuff

He’s a sweet, down to earth guy. Loves cartoons almost as much as Emile does, has a passion for pizza, theatre, and the cats of the world he’ll never be able to pet without dying. He can be impulsive at times, but his heightened anxiety oftentimes outweighs that

Has three brothers named Christian, Patrick, and Shea, but I won’t describe them in depth cos I don’t wanna get any facts wrong since this is based on Thomas himself oop-

I’m literally just describing the canon character Thomas except slightly older im-

There’s like nothing else to add to make this fun and unique it’s just character Thomas welp

Thomas and Emile’s kids:

Anton Sanders:

Age: 16

Pronouns: any/all

Height: idk uh ??? 5’7” ???

Medium length wavy black hair, electric blue eyes, fair skinned with a beauty mark on his right cheek beneath his eye, usually wears fashionable clothes and declares himself an eleven, often wears scarves and turtlenecks (almost exclusively black) as well as his round mirrored sunglasses

Can and will kill you with a single look. Especially if you mess with his family. He’ll never admit it but he loves them with everything he’s got, even if he never acts like it for even a moment

Especially adores Remy and respects that they’re discovering themself and exploring new possibilities. He knows from experience how tough that is and how much of a challenge it can be

Was adopted at age three after his parents were busted for child abuse and heavy drug addiction. It took quite some time for him to come out of his shell but Emile and Thomas were nothing but patient and loving and kind. He still has a lot of trust issues but he knows he can trust his family

Will never admit it now but became insanely jealous when remy was adopted into the family. He did not want a brother because he knew that meant he was being replaced and he wasn’t loved anymore

Eventually Thomas and Emile sat him down and they all talked through it and assured Anton that he was still loved and he was not being replaced

It still took a very long time for Anton to trust Remy, even if he was only a baby

His heart was won over when Remy said his first word to him

All he said was “no” but Anton admired his defiant spirit

also yes this is the Critic how did u know

Remy Sanders:

Age: 12 (birthday January 16)

Pronouns: he/him/they/them/it/its

Height: damnit how tall are 12 year olds

Shoulder length hair dyed dark purple at the roots that fades into magenta at the ends (hair colour changes periodically depending on what it feels like having), chocolate brown eyes, fairly dark skinned but not heavily so, gender expression changes at the drop of a hat but it often wears leather, skirts, beanies, and a heck ton of earrings (when it turns eighteen it starts getting a lot of different piercings like angel bites, nostril, and industrial piercings, etc) (that’s worth noting)

Almost always sarcastic but that’s its way of showing love really. It’s a helluva punk that can and will fight anyone to the death if they deserve it (or if they hurt someone Remy likes). It’s actually a huge nerd but doesnt usually show that side of itself. It loves reading, watching shows like doctor who, and doing puzzles with Logan

Was diagnosed with adhd after Emile noticed it experienced similar symptoms for quite a while

Was adopted by Thomas and Emile when it was a baby (and Anton was four), having been found by Emile when it was left in a box in an alleyway, which was a long and complicated process but one hundred percent worth it

It has a trio of male rats named Holmes, Watson, and Splinter. Thomas was a bit reluctant to let it adopt rats but they all went to a rat breeder and when Thomas saw them all and even held one he realised it wasn’t so bad and they were actually kinda cute

When it was nine years old, it nearly died in a nasty hit and run. A truck had swerved into it when it was by the side of the road. It was fine after a lengthy recovery except it had to use a wheelchair after some spinal cord damage left it immobilised from the waist down. The driver was never identified

It probably wasn’t a coincidence that this event occurred not long after remy started talking about how much it loved boys just as much as it loved girls, but that teas a bit too hot for this post

Logan’s sisters:

Ellen Adams-Waterson:

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5’6”

Light auburn hair going just barely past the shoulders, honey eyes, fair skinned though mildly tanned, covered from head to toe with freckles, red framed rectangular glasses, usually wears clothes for comfort and especially likes turtlenecks

She’s a determined, steadfast kinda gal who fights for whats right and gives everything she has for her loved ones, especially her immediate family. Although she can be pretty blunt with her words she’s also kindhearted and wants whats best for everyone

She’s an avid writer, and has actually published a novel. She also dabbles in fanfiction and is unashamed about it

She’s married to a wonderful wife named Elizabeth and they have a daughter named Kaylee (15)

She’s also been trying to quit smoking but so far that has yielded no results

Ashley Fletcher (formerly Adams):

Age: 24

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5’10”

Long light ash brown hair that reaches her tailbone that she keeps parted to the right, electric blue eyes, fair skinned and a face full of freckles, black rectangular glasses, tries to be fashion forward but mostly just wears T-shirts and denim jackets

She’s a trans woman and has been transitioning for a few years now with lots of support from her family. She’s a nice person but let’s people walk all over her a bit. She doesn’t like confrontation much because of her anxiety disorder, but she’s trying to get better with that

Loves acting and wants to pursue it as a career, but her anxiety makes it difficult to put herself out there

Married to a trans man named warren and they have a son named jack (11) and a daughter named Emma (6)

She met warren at a pride event with Logan and Patton, and it was actually Patton who met him first (although at the time he went by a different name and didnt know he was trans yet) and then introduced him to the others

They actually talked about adopting a child long before even considering marriage. Although they realised it would look better to adoption agencies if they were married, and that was the main reason they even went through all of that

Renae Adams:

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her/he/him

Height: 6’8”

Short wavy hair dyed bright pink, amber eyes, fair skinned, a black *dabs* styling pair of Warby Parker’s, often wears high neck shirts and suit jackets, basically always business casual because she can, and loves wearing hoop earrings

There are two sides to Renae; either stone cold businessperson or happy go lucky memelord with a heart of gold. She’s a lot like Logan in that regard, although it’s harder to predict what side of her you’ll see at any given moment. She can either be a super soft bean or the scariest person on the planet

Has been dealing with OCD her whole life, and sometimes it gets particularly bad (especially the intrusive thoughts) but she has a therapist and psychiatrist she sees somewhat regularly

She runs her own coffee shop called Real Bean Café and it does fairly well. She’s always thinking about how she can improve her business

She’s aroace so she isn’t in a romantic relationship but she is in a queerplatonic relationship with a beautiful enby named Pigeon

They actually met in her coffeeshop. Renae saw Pigeon’s Attack on Titan T-shirt and was immediately compelled to talk to them

And that is it for part two of the character bios!!! Might make another post talking about Logan’s sisters’ kids and partners but idk we’ll see 👀

I just really like character designs man lmao

Lemme know if I need to tag anything else my brain box isn’t generating the required tags rn lmao

[gh0stbird]

Okay Now Do The Rest

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Bright but argumentative. I was never afraid of pointing out things I didn’t feel were fair hfhddh

When we were learning numbers kids would often write 91 for nineteen, just flip them, y’know, and Ms. Potter yelled at the class for it. Baby Generiq went into it about how it was an understandable mix up because you do say the number first. In twenty-three you write the two first, so in nineteen it’s easy to assume you would write the nine first.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Tired.

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows. Every book adaptation should also be a series not a movie. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Honeysuckle and sunshine

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Floor hockey! My friend and I used to be brutal and swing at each other’s shins going after the ball. Also it was reminiscent of golf, which I competed in.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

I have an untitled playlist I cycle my current music in and out of, but Newton’s Third Law is my favorite named one!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

I don’t- I guess the yellow smarties. Don’t come for me they taste like lemonade.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

I assume this means assigned book and not the reports we got to pick for ourselves. Ah, Night was good. Lord of the Flies was fine but way overhyped. Again, don’t come for me.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

If I can tuck my legs into the chair I am sitting in that is ideal!

18. ideal weather?

When you know it is going to rain and you get to stay home

19. sleeping position? (Skipped on accident)

I reeeally like pressure, so either against something or on my stomach.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Phone notes and a notebook! Sometimes a blank document but I always find it strangely intimidating

21. obsession from childhood?

Warrior Cats, Percy Jackson, and Maximum Ride were my big three!

22. role model?

Aa I try to straw from people I want to copy, but there are talents I look up to. Rachel Chavkin is a brilliant director, and there are so many artists and authors I look up to and who inspire me.

24. favorite crystal?

Obsidian because it’s black like my hea- I’m kidding, I do love obsidian, but it’s Rose Quartz because it’s a very very pretty, soft pink and makes me happy.

25. first song you remember hearing?

The mobile above my crib played Imagine by John Lennon. My childhood room was themed after it as well!

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Swim or sit in the sunshine. Ben and I usually go driving with the top down as well.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Walking through fresh snow is amazing, so are snowball fights and building snowmen.

28. five songs to describe you?

Oh fuck yes

Hurricane - Hamilton

The Reckless and the Brave - All Time Low

Almost There - The Princess and the Frog

All This and Heaven Too - Florence + the Machine

Facade - Jekyll and Hyde: A Gothic Musical Thriller

30. places that you find sacred?

I don’t typically find places sacred, but certain headspaces are very special to me, and time spent with loved ones means more than enough to be considered sacred.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A black blazer with a white button-down and a skirt.

32. top five favorite vines?

I am in Missouri (misery)

I love you, Bitch

I want a Church girl

Obama’s “I know because I won both of them”

I won’t hesitate, Bitch!

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“No worries”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

That fucking PFI bandana boot sale I stg

35. average time you fall asleep?

Somewhere between 9:00 and three in the morning

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Some girl doing bunny ears on her friend. I don’t remember what the caption was

38. lemonade or tea?

Both. Mixed together. It’s called an Arnold Palmer and it is my favorite drink

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cake!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

We duck taped out principal to the wall once. Also some kid broke their tray over another kid’s head at lunch one time.

41. last person you texted?

The family group chat, though Beau if Discord counts

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

I wear a lot of leggings so jacket pockets!

44. favorite scent for soap?

We had some Lily of the Valley hand soap that was amazing

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy, I think! I’ve never done super heavy into the other two. Though I definitely don’t want to ignore sci-fi because two of my favorite stories are a little science-fiction-y

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

A t-shirt and shorts

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A banana. Generally accepted as a fruit and kind of just rolls with it, but is actually a berry

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

I fucking hate Hamilton-ing on main, but

“And when my prayers to god were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance!”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

That changes every time Beau and I play HetaOni together, but I have fucking lost it for at least five minutes the last two sessions.

51. current stresses?

I dunno, man, life? My hair could use a wash

52. favorite font?

Covered by your Grace and I’m a big Spectral baby. These are both google docs! I don’t know if that makes a difference.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Patience is important when teaching material, but never be afraid to find another approach better suited to the person you’re tutoring.

55. favorite fairy tale?

Robin Hood!

56. favorite tradition?

My family does homemade Springfield cashew chicken for Christmas!

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Uhh lots of self-acceptance shit no one really wants to read

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I can pop the joint at the center of my foot

That’s all

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

I sort of like my role as mom friend, so maybe I could keep that role in a sort of action-based anime that followed a group of friends

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“I am not the protégé to waste your time on; I'm complete!” Jekyll and Hyde: GMT

62. seven characters you relate to?

Haha

Lisa Carew - Jekyll and Hyde: GMT

Japan - Hetalia/Oni

Garnett - Steven Universe

Hfhddh that’s all I can say that aren’t my own characters

63. five songs that would play in your club?

I Don’t Like Clubs, but

Overwhelmed - Royal + The Serpent

Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

Go Big or Go Home - American Authors

The Nights - Avicii

Tempo - Lizzo

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz!

65. any permanent scars?

Yep - One from a bad bike wreck. My body rejected the dissolvable stitches so it’s a lot bigger than it was supposed to be

66. favorite flower(s)?

Lily of the Valley, daisies, Day Lilies, and Dandelions! I also love honeysuckles but I don’t know if those count.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Accidentally drank rancid milk once!

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? (Haha, nice)

The fastest, free way to fill up your potions on Wizard101 is to play Potion Motion to level three.

70. left or right handed?

Right handed

71. least favorite pattern?

On myself, animal print

72. worst subject?

I’ve never been intuitively good at History, I do think it’s interesting though.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I don’t like to take it until I can’t move without it.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Kindergarten? I had mono and then scarlet fever twice, so my baby teeth were pretty much ruined and they all fell out very fast.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Curly fries!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Kalanchoe’s, it literally Window’s Thrill. These babies are fairly temperamental outside and love partial sun, so the window is the perfect spot for them. And! If you keep them happy! They’ll bloom! My personal favorite is the pink bloom.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

What’s wrong with coffee from a gas station? Also I don’t like seafood.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Lightning bugs

82. pc or console?

PC!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts - talk radios actually tend to get under my skin for n o reason

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, but let it be known I was brutal with mine. We did human sacrifices and the like.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies, but I’m a slut for whipped frosting

87. your greatest fear?

Losing control!

88. your greatest wish?

A life beyond where I am now. Haha Stop chasing new down the hallway you’re so sexy haha

90. luckiest mistake?

Logged into Omegle in like 2015 and some rando asked me to join their Doctor Who roleplay. Luckiest moment of my gd life.

91. boxes or bags?

Bags! They’re easier to store

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight! But in the late afternoon when everything is bathed in orange.

93. nicknames?

Mom is the most prevalent!

94. favorite season?

Fall into winter. Peak leaf crunch!

95. favorite app on your phone?

Discord or Notes

[griffinsandpeacocks]

Loony Two Writing Week 4 Prompt 2: When Life Gives You Lemons...

~~Warning smut below please be aware.~~

Adam sighs he stares at his desk feeling like it might just be more productive to slam his head into his desk repetitively. He looks at the photo on the corner showing him holding Ben with a look of dumbfounded awe as Belle is sitting in a hospital bed laughing at him. Lumiere had great timing with a camera. He sighs and shakes his head and gets up. With the new neighbor though he had gotten some peace of mind recently it was back to the building tension after all his hand could only do so much before the appeal was gone. He was almost always worried when he saw gatherings take place as he could feel the magic from the fey. He grumbles and looks back at the picture. He tried not to openly express his discomfort as after being drugged he was less than thrilled with being near a fey hotspot. 

He missed it when he had his staff with him, now they’re all just friends living their own separate lives. He doesn’t have anyone around which was unnerving and something he wasn’t used to. He’d always had at least one other person near by after work and he’s still not used to being alone. Hades had expressed a lot of interest in him and Adam had begrudgingly allowed the fey to come into his life. It was nice as at times he did have a companion and making meals for more than just himself was oddly comforting not that he’d tell the fire inclined fey that in a million years. 

He packs up and heads to his car and thinks about heading home and decides as Hades had told him he’d be out for most of the day and into the night being alone didn’t feel right. Besides he hadn’t cut loose in a long time being the reserved boss everyone dreaded talking to. He drives to the house and pulls out some more casual clothes not sure what to wear as he hasn’t gone out in possibly a decade. He picks some nice fitting dark jeans and a deep red t-shirt and decided to grab his black belt with the gold buckle that resembled the curled horns he once had. He places his ring on the chain Bell’s hung on. He walked out and grabbed a thinner jacket and walked out humming as he drove to a local club he’d heard some of his single coworkers talk about. 

Parking nearby he walked up and was glad to see though it was busy it wasn’t too badly packed he showed his ID and walked in grabbing a glass of brandy he found a table near a wall but a clear view of a strange with a dance floor in front of it. He sees long near white hair with blue tinge and immediately thinks of Hades and glances towards the flicker but whoever it was was gone. Sighing Adam settled in and nursed the bourbon until he smirks at a group playing darts that have teased him for being to old fashioned to have fun. He senses at least one fey hovering around and decides he should just blend in and have fun.

“I’ll make a bet with you I can get a higher score.” He says and the younger man grins and agrees. After winning he pockets the ten dollars and agrees to another drink laughing as the group asks what he’s doing at a club they haven’t seen him at as they’re regulars.

“Just decided I should cut loose tonight, I haven’t in a decade too busy with raising my kid and work.” He avoids and questions on his wife and they thankfully don’t ask or pry too far. Hearing the young guys and girl talk about their jobs at the same stylist place has Adam wondering if he should get someone to cut his admittedly long hair, it’s grown out to his lower back now. Yet he’s so used to tying it back anyways. Though all of them mention they’d love to play with his hair he chuckles and admits he might come in for a bit of pampering his hair might need a trim. He eventually is back at his table watching a very attractive blue haired minx on stage flaunt and smirk like they knew full well how good they looked. 

He was several drinks in by the point a stranger, luckily the one dancing earlier. He flirts for quite sometime realizing the person is in fact a man when they crawl into his lap he throws out any care though as he’s enjoying the bold behavior and even more the attention. He doesn’t recall how they get back to someone’s place all he knows is the person pushing him against the wall has his undivided attention. He lets them kiss him and when he feels hands curl into his hair he pulls back a moment and pulls the tie out. The smirk of satisfaction sent his way his reward enough as he swoops in for a more aggressive kiss as he corals the other back into the other wall just to prove they aren’t the only one with attitude. 

Eventually they make it to a bedroom and the other is much more docile letting Adam take the lead and part of him thrills at that and he takes his time to explore not sure if it’s the drink or just a part of him he’s ignored likes the sounds he’s wringing out of the other as his hands trail over smooth skin and slim hips teasing not quite giving the attention he’s sure his partner wants. Eventually he decides to further their play noticing the flickers he realizes their probably fey and snickers as he leans in and growls and he groans as he gets a growl right back sending half familiar tingles through him and a jolt straight through his cock. He’s suddenly as impatient to start as his partner. 

Adam feels an odd warmth in him as he watches and listens as his partner preps himself as Adam’s reluctant with how hard it is to suppress his more beastly side but the other puts on a show smirking whenever he hears a low groan or that harsh growl Adam occasionally lets bubble up. Adam has to resist the urge to bite and mark up the other’s neck when he finally takes them. He’s fighting to go slow sure it’s uncomfortable when nails dig into his back and that smooth voice hissed next to his ear for him to hurry up. He let’s himself unwind and chase that cliff enjoying the lost look in molten blue eyes and the flush over the pale tan skin. When they finish he’s all too happy the other pouts and calls him back to the bed purring as they curl around him content as a cat. He falls asleep humming with a broad smirk in place all too happy for the warmth of another person in bed with him.

He wakes up to early light streaming into a window and blinks as it wasn’t normally so bright, had he slept in? He lifts his head and froze eyes going wide as he sees he’s in a room he doesn’t recognize and he hears a shower running. He stands and sees his cloths scattered about and nervously looks out the window. He’s... Home... Well, next door at least.Oh... Oh no... He looks behind him as the shower shuts off and a nude Hades saunters in and paused watching him uncertainly. 

“Um..” Adam swallows thickly not used to this. Hades rubs the back of his neck bright pink.

“Do I look bad?” He asks uncertainly gesturing vaguely at himself and Adam coughs.

“No... Not at all... Oh, that does look bad though...” Adam winced seeing he had left a dark hickey that might be a bruising bite on the other man’s shoulder. He walks up gently touching it pleased he hadn’t broken skin. The writer tilts his head letting Adam look at him.

“Do you regret last night?” He asks oddly shy as typically he was boisterous and full of jokes and wise cracks. Now he seems vulnerable and concerned. 

“I regret not being sober. I could have hurt you.” Adam sighs rubbing at his face and watching the fey who scoffs and smirks as he taps Adam’s chin.

“No. Trust me, you can’t.” Hades teased flaring fire in his hand and clenching it and suddenly opening his hand to show a diamond.

“I’m a lot tougher than an average magically inclined individual. Let’s just say you’d need to be a powerful fey to even start dreaming of hurting me. Leave nice bruises? Oh yes, actually hurt me in a way I can’t stop? You’d be dreaming lovely.” He teases and hands Adam the diamond as he goes to put clothes on.  

“Still I don’t want to risk it.” Adam sighs puling on his own clothes trying to sort out this disaster he now has to navigate in his social life. He’s slept with his neighbor who he’s made a budding friendship with who he admits has become quite deep. Yet... He’d slept with his neighbor! How was he going to survive the morning...?

“Because I’m a fey?” Hades asks looking over his shoulder and Adam paused and watched him back.

“I don’t want to hurt you because you’re you.” He states heavily. Yep... This was going to be a disaster.

[inyournightmares97]

GOT7: Bodyguard!AU

Maknae Line! Read hyung line here

You were the spoiled, only child of one of the country’s top politicians. Growing up in a sheltered environment left you with little to no friends, because your father was constantly terrified that people would take advantage of you. Among the only people you were allowed to see on a regular basis was the startlingly handsome bodyguard that your Father had appointed to oversee your safety. He was to be near you at all times, so was it much of a surprise that you fell for him?

Youngjae

Sometimes you wondered whether your Father had hired you a bodyguard, or a guardian angel. 

Choi Youngjae was possibly the sweetest person you had ever met. His hands were actually shaking the first time he introduced himself to you and you could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. It had taken a long time to assure the sweet boy that you weren’t your father and that he didn’t need to be so nervous around you. He was extremely sweet and sometimes you wondered if he was even capable of protecting you if it came down to it. Youngjae seemed like the kind of guy who couldn’t even hurt a fly. 

“Do you want to try one the cookies we made for the bake sale?” you offered him happily, as you headed down to the car. Your driver was waiting to take you to a charity event and Youngjae followed close behind you. You opened one of the many boxes in your hands and showed him the little shaped cookies. “The butterscotch ones are my favorite.”

Youngjae beamed at the sight of the cookies, and then tried to stiffen his expression. “I really shouldn’t....” 

“You can try one! I made them myself!” you insisted, determined to get him to taste them. “Just one? Look, this one kind of looks like you!”

You held up a rabbit-shaped cookie and watched as Youngjae threw his head back and laughed. He genuinely looked and sounded like an angel when he did that, and you sub-consciously found yourself wanting to make him laugh more. You were just about to press the cookie into Youngjae’s hand when he grabbed you and yanked your arm. 

You let out a squeal as you were pulled into Youngjae’s chest, the box of cookies clattering to the floor. His arms wrapped around you tightly, just as something whizzed by your head. Terrified, you clung onto him and squeezed your eyes shut. 

“You’re fine,” Youngjae whispered into your ear. His voice was tense and when you looked up at his face, his mouth was set into a hard line. You suddenly realized that Youngjae wasn’t as innocent as he seemed to be; you’d never seen him look so terrifying. He covered your body with his and grabbed the car door. “Get into the car. Now,” he ordered firmly. 

You watched in shock as Youngjae pushed you into the car with one hand, the other one reaching for his gun in his back pocket. He raised it confidently and fired a few shots into the distance, before pocketing it again and sliding into the car beside you. Your hands were trembling as he looked you in the eyes. 

“Are you okay?” Youngjae asked you gently. 

You nodded, unable to speak as he gave you a soft smile and wrapped his arm around your shoulder reassuringly. 

Bambam

You’d never imagined that having a bodyguard would be so much fun. 

Your Father generally forbid you from going out and having fun with your friends. You were legally an adult but clubs and parties were a no-no because anything could happen to you there. it frustrated you and you had never expected that the tall, handsome young bodyguard who was assigned to your detail would have the solution. 

If you can’t go to the party, bring the party to you!

Honestly, it made you happy that Bambam was taking the risk for you. Most of your previous bodyguards had strictly refused to toe the line, afraid of losing their jobs. But when Bambam snuck two bottles of vodka into your bedroom on your twenty-first birthday and grinned at you, you knew that you had hit the jackpot with your bodyguard assignment. You both sat on your fluffy pink carpet and Bambam was sweet enough to pour out the drinks for you, mixing them with generous amounts of soda so that they would go down easier. 

“You...” you told Bambam, pointing a shaky finger in his direction. The alcohol was loosening your tongue and you were starting to feel pleasantly dizzy. “Are the handsomest bodyguard I’ve ever had. Did you know that? You’re the cutest.”

Bambam chuckled. “Really?”

“Yup. And because you’re so cute, you have to take a drink. Drink!”

He lifted his glass to his lips and you busied yourself with making another drink. By the time you looked up, Bambam’s shot glass was empty and you grinned at him. He had been matching you shot-for-shot but he looked relatively unaffected. Maybe he had a better tolerance. You wouldn’t know. You’d never drank with friends. 

“I think I’m lonely,” you admitted quietly. “I don’t have any friends.”

Bambam blinked at you. “I’m sure that’s not true.”

“Of course it’s true. Don’t you know me? You’re with me twenty-four-seven. If I had friends, you would have seen them by now. Have you seen them? No! You haven’t! Because I’m all alone. I have nobody but you,” you whined, leaning your head against Bambam’s shoulder. He chuckled and patted your head lightly. 

“Well, think about it this way,” Bambam pointed out. “I’m with you twenty-four-seven so if I had any friends then you would have seen them by now too.”

You looked up at him in horror. “Am I stopping you from seeing your friends?”

“No, you idiot, I’m saying you’re my only friend too,” he told you gently, You blinked at him innocently as he gently helped you to your feet and walked you over to your bed. “So hopefully you don’t hate me when you wake up with a hangover in the morning, because I don’t really have anyone else.”

You got under the covers obediently. “Bambam.”

“Hmm?”

“Am I the cutest person you’ve ever body-guard-ed?”

He chuckled and leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. “You’re the only person I’ve ever, uh... bodyguard-ed. But definitely still the cutest.”

You beamed and snuggled into your covers to sleep. 

Yugyeom

Kim Yugyeom screamed like a girl. 

You knew this, because you’d intentionally scared him multiple times. You personally resented the fact that your Father had forcefully assigned you a bodyguard and such a cute one at that. Kim Yugyeom was tall, handsome and young, the last thing you’d expected in a bodyguard. But he did his job well. 

Doing his job included telling you what you could and couldn’t do. You were constantly trying to sneak out, go party with your friends and paint the town red. Your previous bodyguards had all been curt and unapologetic about telling you that you weren’t allowed to do half the reckless things you proposed. Yugyeom was no different, but he was clearly inexperienced. His ears and neck flushed a deep shade of red whenever he had to stop you from doing anything. 

“I-I don’t think that’s allowed,” Yugyeom would stammer out nervously. “I think we’d better just stay indoors, miss.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And what if I still want to go?”

Yugyeom sounded uncertain. “I’m under strict instructions from your father so I would have to, um, I would have to stop you using physical force.”

Honestly, you pitied him a little. Yugyeom was cute and it was sort of flattering how flustered he got around you. You liked the pleasant, shy eye candy following you around so you had no intention of making Yugyeom lose his job. Deciding to lay low for a while, you obeyed his commands and didn’t go anywhere you weren’t allowed to. But that left you with a lot of free time and nobody to spend it with. 

So you occupied yourself with putting fake cockroaches in Yugyeom’s clothes. It made him scream like a girl and he always got so embarrassed afterwards, it was adorable to watch his entire face turn bright red. You were just sneaking into his room to drop a new one into his jacket when someone grabbed you from behind and placed a hand over your mouth. 

You struggled, but a familiar voice whispered in your ear from behind. “It’s me. There are intruders downstairs in your house. The rest of the guards are dealing with them, but we need to keep quiet,” Yugyeom told you calmly. You nodded, staying silent when he removed his hand from your mouth. Your heartbeat was thudding in terror but Yugyeom calmly pulled you into his room and dragged you into the closet. He ushered you into the back, using his large body to block the door and cover you. 

“Are my parents okay?” you whispered, worried. 

Yugyeom nodded, squeezing your hand reassuringly. You’d always thought that he would be the first to freak out if anything happened because he was such a scaredy-cat. But he seemed strangely calm and composed. You found yourself clutching him for comfort. 

“Your parents are fine. The security downstairs are doing their job.” He wrapped his arms around you and brought you to his chest, gently rubbing your back to calm your anxiety. “Shh, you’re okay. I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe, all right?”

You nearly jumped as the radio in his pocket buzzed. Yugyeom grabbed it and answered it instantly, a gravelly voice coming over the line. 

“Intruders are surrounded, imminent danger averted. It’s safe to come out.”

You breathed a sigh of relief as Yugyeom smiled at you, gently helping you out of the closet. You were impressed and suddenly attracted by how bravely he’d barricaded the closet door to save you. You’d never expected something like that from him and you gave him a shy smile. 

“Thank you, Yugyeom.”

He grinned at you, shrugging. “That’s okay, don’t worry about it. I was just doing my-oh my god, is that a cockroach? Get it away, get it away!”

You laughed and hugged him tightly. 

[surrounded-by-superheroes]

The Poisonous Cure

Summary; Loki runs into a young girl on his morning walk and is shocked to learn she’s more than just a minor selling herself on the streets. Her web is more tangled than perhaps even his, and she certainly holds as many secrets. He swears to find more about her, but does he really want to?

Author’s Note; Heyyy, so this is my new Loki fic. It’s different than any I’ve posted before, so I hope you all like it. Loki is an Avenger and they’re all in the tower. *sighs* Simpler times. If you want to be tagged, comment or reblog telling me so. This is a warning from here on out; this is a dark tale. The main character has been through several layers of hell and it shows. If you want all fluff and no hard stuff, this is not the fic for you. Alright, here we go.

Warnings; Language, pimps, sexual assault, mentions of sex, like I said, this is dark.

Words; 2,452

Chapter One

Little Witch

No Rest for the Wicked-Lennon and Maisy

The wind whistles around my ears and I shut my eyes to savor every wisp that thinks to caress me. It’s been getting colder and colder out here and that means girls are going to start falling soon. It’s going to matter who stays standing and I’m determined to be one of them. My skin is almost an ungodly heat at all times, so I don’t foresee any problem. The streets I’m on are littered with trash, including the girls that line the concrete walls in their skimpy clothes; including me. I’m dressed up in my Sunday best; a teal leather jacket, a black cut-off shirt that’s basically a bra, and a white flowy skirt that attracts guys like moths to a flame. They’re suckers for the school girl type. A black mustang pulls up in front of me and I’m quick to walk up to the window, leaning my arms on it after the man inside lowers the glass.

“Hey, sweetie. You looking for a little fun?” I ask sweetly, smiling innocently at the salt and pepper haired man in the driver’s seat. He only has a couple wrinkles and is most likely just forty; younger than my usual clients. He smiles to show off perfect teeth and looks me up and down like a meal.

“What can you do right here in this car? I’ve got no time to take you anywhere.” He tells me in a surprisingly high-pitched voice. It’s hard not to cringe from the grating sound, instead I wink and open his door, smoothly sliding myself onto his lap and shutting the door once again. My hands gently lay on his shoulders and my skirt flutters over his lap to shield his growing erection.

“I can do everything right here in this car. Just name it.” I tell him with a smooth, low voice.

“You’re already in the right position.” He grins again and affixes his lips to my neck as I stare blankly at the ceiling of his car, going through the motions like every other time. When he’s done I’m quick to get my money and get out. Men usually appreciate a girl who knows not to linger. The cold air hits me like a slap to my face, but I force myself down the sidewalk anyway as a tint of yellow light colors the sky. Going against the wind is hell, but it’s the quickest way back to my apartment. My lips form a macabre grin when I think of my greeting when I get there, my earnings from today tucked into a hidden compartment in my jacket making me feel warmer than the rising sun. I’ve almost always been his favorite. I bring in the most money out of all the girls because of my young age. There is no end to the perverts in this world and my paycheck depends on it. Everyone other than the boss man hates me because I’m the best, as well as the fact that I can steal their clients. I don’t feel guilty about it. It’s kill or be killed out here and I’m glad I don’t have any friends to distract me. Well, except the little black cat outside my window. Caught up in my musings I run smack dab into a man in a long black coat. In my defense, he seemed to pop up out of nowhere.

“Hey, watch it fucker.” I snap instantly and move around him.

“Excuse me?” He asks and I can tell by the clarity of his voice that he’s turned around toward me. Sighing, I turn towards him and look at his face. Bright blue eyes, surprisingly long, shiny, black hair, and sharp fucking cheekbones.

“Look, I’m tired and sick of men. Walk away, trench coat.” I command and cross my arms on my chest. His eyebrows go up when he actually looks me up and down, then turns completely towards me.

“Aren’t you a bit young to be a whore?” He asks in a tone of complete interest. His question shocks me into a moment of silence and he takes the opportunity to walk closer to me. When he’s a foot away from me my body instantly reacts by shoving my hands out in front of me. They shake violently, but they’re the only thing that’s moving. The man has completely frozen. The wind blows but not a hair on his head moves and his coat remains still instead of flapping around him like mine. I take a breath and lower my hands, already backing up quickly. I know from experience that this won’t last very long.

“Old enough to trick you, sweetheart. Don’t worry, it’ll wear off.” I flick him off and turn around, rushing away as fast as I can go in my heels. Luckily, my apartment is just around the corner. Sighing in relief, I shut the black door behind me and head to the right where the bosses room is. He’s everyone’s first stop when we get in. I knock lightly on the green door, the only one in this place that doesn’t have chipping paint, and step back to wait. A minute passes, then another girl answers the door and gestures for me to come in after she steps out. I can practically feel the heat of her hate radiating from her blue eyes and she makes sure to flip her blonde extensions before flouncing out and shutting the door.

“Is that my favorite girl?” I hear the deep voice of Strike coming from behind the thin shutter doors cutting across the middle of the room. He’d taken over two rooms down here, one for meetings adorned with leather couches, televisions, and bars. The other is his personal room equipped with a bed and desk. If he’s in that room, it’s bad news for me. I swallow and put on my most convincing smile, then head to the shuttered doors.

“Yes, sir. I’ve got a little something for you.” I say coyly through the door, hoping he’ll come in here instead of inviting me in.

“Baby girl, I’ve been waiting for you to get back. Why don’t you come on in with your gift and nothing else?” He asks and I shut my eyes in dread, but instantly strip as per his instructions. Grabbing the money from my jacket, I open the doors and smile. Say what you will about Strike, he is not an unattractive man. His curly, caramel colored hair is always tousled from sex and his thin, pink lips are usually stretched into a satisfied smile. He’s tall as well, at least six foot one and has always been fit. Right now, he has on pressed black slacks and a completely unbuttoned white shirt to show off his chiseled chest. His green eyes fix themselves on me and have always reminded me of a snake’s scales, or perhaps that’s just the man behind them. “Hello, gorgeous. What’s this gift you have for me? Other than your lovely presence, of course.” Strike asks in his signature smooth, soft voice, sliding off the bed lithely and heading over to me. I do my best not to flinch when his hand glides down my cheek. See, what the other girls don’t understand is that I’m not Strike’s favorite because I bring in the most money. I’m his favorite because I fear him the most and he knows it. I hold up the wad of money in slightly trembling fingers and he grins in a way that could be mistaken for affection. I know him too well for that.

“It was a good night tonight.” I tell him simply as he slips the money out of my fingers, then takes my index in his mouth. He sucks and pulls off with an audible pop, as if licking a delicious sauce off my fingers. Perhaps he can taste the fear pouring off my skin and feeds off it like a leech. I let my hand fall back to my side, but don’t dare wipe his saliva off yet. His hand falls a little further down and he lets his thumb rest on my jugular, so I know he feels it when I swallow nervously.

“Ah, this is perfect. Thank you, sweetheart. You’ve always been my best girl.” He coos and squeezes my neck just enough to be vaguely threatening. I make sure to keep a smile on my face as I stare into his eyes. Strike lets the wad of cash gently skim over my collar bone and in between my breasts as he bites his lip. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to enjoy you this morning. I have business to attend to.” He laments and I do my best to pout instead of sigh in relief. The next thing I know his lips are on mine and his tongue is violating my mouth. Instantly I return the kiss, patiently waiting until he’s done. We part and he sighs, his spicy breath staining my nose as well as my mouth with his scent. “Since I’m so happy with you today, I’ll give you two hundred dollars. Now, get your fine ass some sleep.” He slaps my ass for emphasis and smiles when I yelp. I’m quick to take the money he offered and get out, barely slipping my clothes back on before going back to my room. The best girls are on the same floor as the boss, so my room is just down the hall in the back-right corner.

I sigh in relief once I’m inside and immediately scrub my hands and rinse my mouth with a shot of tequila. Next, I change into a comfortable dress. Rule one of being here, no matter where you are or what time it is, always be ready to see the boss. My room is small and cozy. The one safe place I have in my crazy ass life. Walking in all one can see is a narrow hallway that leads to a miniscule sitting room furnished with just a couch, coffee table, and television on the half wall that cuts the room in half. On the other side of that wall is my bed and a floor to ceiling window that leads to a small alley not even big enough to fit a grown man in. The wall itself is actually a built-in bookshelf that I just use for clothes. Across from my bed is a bathroom that’s probably the same size as my couch. I’m just thankful for running water and an unclogged toilet. Some of the girls have to share a bathroom and I’m immensely glad to keep mine to myself. Beside the bathroom is a kitchen of the same size that has almost no counter space, but has a fridge, oven, and microwave. The walls are mostly white, other than the chipping where some of the walls meet. My bed spread is a dull grey and my couch is tan. Really, the only color in my entire apartment are the clothes I have stacked in my bookshelves and the only lights are can lights. I kneel down on the wooden floors and tap in a little circle for the loose board. The hollow knocking sound alerts me to it’s hiding place and I put pressure on the other end, causing it to tip up. I tuck the two hundred into an empty sauce jar I use for my savings. I’ve got to have collected a couple thousand by now. Quietly, I put the board back and head to the kitchen to grab a can of tuna. After opening it and mixing it around, I head to the window and open it with a scrunched-up nose from the smell. My little kitty appears instantly, letting out one small mew before coming inside.

“Hi, Ghost. How’s it going?” I greet him affectionately and set the tuna down by the door, tickling his cute little black butt. He blinks his amber eyes up at me then starts eating happily. While he eats I head into the kitchen to fix myself something to eat before crashing. Ham and cheese is my go to and I basically scarf it down before collapsing on my bed and instantly falling asleep.

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*Loki’s POV*

“You were bested by a young, scantily clad, girl?” Thor asks me once again and I’m forced to nod, causing his booming laughter to echo through the room.

“She had magicks, you oaf.” I hiss, irritatingly staring at the pictures on Stark’s screens as he flips through them, clearly withholding his own laughter.

“Ah, so you were bested at your own craft as well?” Thor teases me once again and slaps my shoulder when I don’t respond. “Perhaps you’re slipping, brother.” He hypothesizes, but my attention has passed from him and is completely on the screens in front of me.

“I don’t understand why the hell you were in that neighborhood anyway. Alone. Especially at five in the morning!” Tony adds and I roll my eyes at the two of them.

“There!” I exclaim as soon as the young girl’s face appears on the screen. Stark freezes the image and taps on her face so it takes over the entire screen. “Found you, little one.” I whisper with a grin.

“Alright, Friday, could you pinpoint the exact location of our Matilda?” Tony asks as he heads over to where Thor and I stand.

“Yes, sir. Right now, she’s in a building of, if I may say so sir, ill repute.” The screen focuses on a tall red brick building and brings up a picture of her at a tall window.

“God, she can’t be older than sixteen and she’s working the streets?” Stark asks with concern as I stare at your face curiously. How can you possibly have magic? Magic powerful enough to stop me for over a minute?

“We should retrieve her.” I postulate and step back, crossing my arms over my chest. Stark and Thor stare at me in surprise.

“I’m shocked to see you showing emotion towards another person, Reindeer Games.” Stark comments and I smirk.

“Ah, yes. Because you’re an expert on feelings, Stark. Especially mine.” I shoot back before Thor can scold the both of us.

“Calm down, the both of you. Now, I agree with Loki. Let us retrieve this girl and question her.” Thor surprises us both by backing me up, but I take the support when I can get it. My eyes drift back to the little girl on the screen.

“I’m coming for you, little witch.”

[loving-jack-kelly]

Crutchie!

Grew up in Hickville, Middle of Nowhere

Lowkey is a total farmboy but you wouldn’t know it unless you joke about corn and he promptly spouts off corn facts

(his town grew a lot of corn)

(he loved driving combines during harvest season)

(he learned a lot about corn)

Worked in a haunted house when he was in high school every October

That’s where he learned to do special effect makeup and his Halloween costumes have always been and will always be the best

He was in a really bad car accident when he was little that pretty much destroyed his knee

Very gay. Came out when he was fourteen and proceeded to never let anyone mess with him because of it ever.

When he was like ten somebody teased him for having dark skin and wearing bright colors and his mom’s response was to take him shopping for the brightest clothes possible because he liked bright colors and just because one mean kid said people with dark brown skin couldn’t wear bright yellow or blue didn’t mean Crutchie couldn’t wear the colors he wanted to

In high school the drama club drafted him to do makeup after somebody remembered his kickass halloween makeup and so he learned to do normal and stage makeup and really liked it so he started wearing makeup regularly

He was also one of those kids in high school who was just so genuinely nice almost everyone liked him

This boy. Loves succulents. He has so many it’s kind of ridiculous. His room looks almost like a nursery he has like three shelves and plants just. Everywhere. And they all have names, and most of the names are puns.

Loves history, but weirdly specific bits of history. The history of cosmetics, the influence of jazz on culture, Australia, Jeremy Bentham, and just random weird facts.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you. Broke a bully’s nose once on the school bus.

Loves making fashion statements, and has a very specific sense of style.

Has a rule that there has to be at least one yellow thing in every outfit because he adores yellow.

The first time he wore a skirt he loved it so much he went out shopping that day and bought several more. He’s a big fan of the patterned leggings under solid colored skirt look, or the opposite.

In college had what most people would call a rebellious phase but what he called his real feel phase that he never really left, where he got tattoos and piercings and his style just kind of exploded into punk without leaving behind any of his old style

He has three piercings in his left ear and the same in his right plus a cartilage piercing

Considered gauges but ultimately decided piercings were enough for now

He has some kickass earrings though like one that connects to the cartilage piercing and the lowest one that’s a really cool dragon

He usually is wearing seven different earrings because why not?

Also has his septum pierced and has several rings for it

And he has spider bites on the right side of his mouth

His tattoos include:

Van Gogh sunflowers on one arm

His dad’s name and birthday on his ankle to remember him by

A succulent garden on the small of his back

A green carnation on his other arm

Roses and vines on his ribcage

A rainbow hummingbird on his collarbone

The roman numeral CCCXLVI, 346, because they’d heard his dad died on December 12, the 346th day of the year

A pride flag on his right wrist

A hand making the “I love you” sign on his left wrist

A tiny kitten playing with a ball of yarn on the back of his ankle

A really cool owl and tree design on the same shoulder as the sunflowers

There’s more but those are his favorites

His leather jacket has like. A hundred pins. Pride pins, political pins, nerdy pins, cool looking pins. Every pin he likes he finds a place for on his jacket.

He had dreadlocks in college and loved them

Drinks. So much tea. So. Much. Tea. He can identify what herbs make up a tea by taking a sip and can tell if something is loose leaf or bagged by the taste

You can tell what mood he’s in by what music he’s listening to. His mood playlists are highly specific.

Plays the violin and has gotten into an actual physical fight over which classical composer is the best.

He had an illegal secret cat in college. He was white and his name was Wiffle and he lasted two and a half years before the RA found out and made Crutchie find a home in town for Wiffle. Crutchie visited him every excuse he got.

He loves learning new languages. He’s fluent in English, Spanish, ASL and French, and conversational in German, Norwegian and Italian. His Duolingo streak is like two years long

Loves to draw

Loves swimming

Hates being underestimated.

Always has a comeback and never shies away from a debate

When he and Jack met it was because Jack wasn’t paying attention and knocked both of them down a flight of stairs

After that they were best friends and eventually started dating

He loves having bright colors in every possible place. His tattoos are mostly as bright as they can possibly be, he usually has at least streaks of bright color in his hair, and his clothes are all super bright. He just loves color.

He has ADHD and OCD

Went to college for theatre tech, wants to either be a stage manager or a lighting designer

High key has a pretty well-known Instagram full of artsy pictures and makeup tutorials and has a ton of fun editing videos

Has some very snazzy jewelry that he loves and adores, rings that cover the entire first knuckle, some really cool necklaces, obviously some awesome piercings

Once he graduated and he and Jack moved in together he made Jack adopt a cat and her name is Graffiti Kelly and she’s a menace

Also he decided he wanted long box braids and he got them done to like his mid back with yellow and pink hair mixed in with his natural color and loved that hairstyle so much

Loves cuddling unless his OCD or anxiety is acting up, in which case he’d rather be alone

Has two sisters and they’re super close. He’s the middle child.

Loves reading a lot, has three bookshelves in his room although one he uses for more plants than books.

Doesn’t like enclosed spaces. He can deal with an elevator, as long as it’s a relatively big one that he knows hasn’t gotten stuck. Prefers escalators when available, but can also go down stairs very quickly, although going up takes longer.

Owns far too many pairs of fuzzy socks

Low key super smart, but he tends to procrastinate so his grades don’t show it as much as his actions do.

Played golf in high school just to see if he’d like it since like twelve people made a point at freshman orientation that he’d be good at it. He wasn’t, he hated it, the only thing he liked was the golf cart, and he never played golf again after that year.

At some point realized he definitely is not 100% a boy, he’s more masculine nonbinary, but he still uses he/him pronouns most of the time. Some days they have the people close to them use they/them.

Keeps a journal almost religiously, his rule is he has to write at least a page front and back every day, even if it’s nonsense or unimportant details

He’s the person straight people look at, especially old straight people, as assume he’s rude and annoying and every bad thing a person could possibly be, since he’s pretty obviously Not Straight and also his style is just so out there

He takes special pleasure in seeing how upset they get when they try their best to ruffle his feathers and he just stays calm and polite

He has such a bad mouth. When he’s around anyone other than children or his mom he swears so much. It used to take people by surprise but at this point they’re used to it.

He’s so good and I love him.

[fluffandlove]

Sadistic Anniversaries

Author’s note: Misaki x Usagi with 18. “I’m not sadistic, I just like making you suffer!” Thank you so much for the prompt, anon! I’ve never written these two before and had a lot of fun writing this!

Summary: Misaki’s worked very hard on their four year anniversary dinner and Usami, the so-called sadist, thanks him in his own way. 

Word count: 2,2k whoop whoop!

“Gah!”

Today had been so stressful. Four years ago on this very day they had officially become a couple and every time the thought came to mind, Misaki would go bright red and had to cover his face to calm down. He couldn’t believe he’d been in this relationship for four years and that they were still going strong. They still kissed every day, cuddled before bed, watched movies and series together, held hands and just basically everything a couple in their honeymoon phase would do.

After coming home from a long day at work, Misaki was already beyond exhausted, but he really wanted to put every ounce of energy he had into making this dinner. Fortunately for him, Usami had several meetings planned, which meant that he still had a good three or so hours to prepare the biggest dinner ever.

He couldn’t get a head start this morning because Usami was right there on the couch, sipping his coffee like any other day. Misaki was somewhat scared that he’d forgotten all about their special day, but he did get five goodbye kisses instead of the usual three, so…?

Eh. Usami had definitely been in a good mood, so that was good enough. And if he’d forgotten about their fucking four year anniversary, Misaki would hit him with the frying pan he had just dropped.

Crazy. That was the label Misaki was looking for. It was nuts that he was making dinner for his boyfriend, wearing a pink apron and hairclips and that he had dropped one of their best pans because his head was still up in the clouds, wishfully thinking that Usami would do that cute thing where he pressed their foreheads together and looked him in the eye, mumbling, “I love you,” over and over again after he got home.

The tips of his ears burned. So did his neck and stomach. He didn’t need a mirror to know that he looked like the tomato he was about to cut in half.

Maybe ridiculous would be a better word to use because Misaki dropped the pan again right after he had picked it up and let out another yelp.

It took way longer than he had anticipated. Partly because he’d managed to cut himself twice and partly because he had overcooked the rice and had to start all over again. The trashcan was filled with a huge amount of wasted food, bloody paper towels and his pride, but at least he got everything done on time.

The table was set with a nice, red table cloth, two chique plates and bowls for the soup and sake. Misaki had strategically left the food in the oven to keep it warm, since he wasn’t sure when Usami was going to come back home. 

As if on cue, his phone rang. 

“Hello?” Misaki was trying really hard not to pant and make it sound too obvious that he was in the middle of changing his shirt.  

“Misaki, I’m almost home and was wondering if you need anything from the convenience store.”

Wham. Misaki’s leg hit the bed as he did a little hop to pull his pants up. “Ow! Damn it!”

“… Misaki?”

“No, I don’t need anything!” he quickly replied and held his knee while shutting his eyes. “Sorry, my leg hit the bed.”

“Klutz. Are you five years old, or something?”

“Oi!”

“I’ll be there in a few minutes. Try not to break your arm, okay?”

“Usagi—

“Love you. Bye.”

Well, that instantly shut him up. Misaki clamped a hand over his mouth to keep himself from making any unnecessary noises to embarrass himself even more than he already had, but Usami hung up right after he had said that. Probably to make a statement.

That ass.

Misaki finished dressing up, clumsily went back downstairs, his knee still throbbing a little, and sat at the table, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably. There was a permanent red hue on his cheeks and nose, his lips were tightly pressed together and his hands were clammy, as if he was going on a first date, or something, but he just really, really hoped his boyfriend would like his dinner.

Right when he was about to grab his phone to call Usami, said person entered the apartment and his eyes instantly fell on the fancy looking table.

“…” his lips parted but no sound came out and Misaki prayed that that was a good thing since the Usami Akihiko was never speechless. He awkwardly smiled up at him and held out his arms in a silent, “Tadaa!”

“Happy um, happy anniversary!” he added when Usami continued to gape at the table like it was some kind of alien that had barged its way into his home. “I made us dinner!”

Their eyes met and Misaki felt his stomach drop. Usami dropped his bag and jacket and marched over to the table like a soldier before he pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. Poor Misaki screeched in response and tried to breathe and not to fall off the chair at the same time because good ol’ Usami wasn’t thinking straight and threw in his entire body weight.

“Usagi-san-can’t-breathe…!” Misaki managed to choke out and sighed in relief when Usami finally let go and held his jaw with both hands. “W-what?”

“I love you.”

“You already said that,” Misaki retorted in a small voice.

“You made us dinner.”

Misaki shut his eyes, unable to maintain eye-contact for a second and tried his best to flail around, but Usami grabbed his wrist to keep him in place. Usami was doing that thing with his voice that made him want to melt into a puddle on the floor so he would cease to exist. The universe was always so cruel to him, even though he was a good person and hadn’t done anything to deserve this.

However, the universe wasn’t done yet. Usami, still holding his wrists, leaned down and started kissing him all over his face, not missing one single spot and playfully nibbled on his ear as well. Misaki was having trouble breathing at this point, unable to respond like a human to the huge amount of affection he was receiving, and just continued to sit there. Their fingers were intertwined, making him even more immobile than he already was, and Misaki was pulled to the couch, which was when he found his voice again.

“Usagi-san, dinner’s still in the oven, you know!”

“Good.”

The kissing continued and was taken to the next level when Usami hugged him like a body pillow, burying his face in Misaki’s neck while kissing his pulse point. Misaki was this close to losing his shit.

“You’re suffocating me!” he blurted out and tried to curl up, but Usami was having none of that and simply held him even tighter, to which Misaki replied with a quiet, “I swear, you’re sadistic.”

“I’m not sadistic, I just like making you suffer,” Usami said and Misaki could fucking hear the smirk in his voice. "But if we’re talking sadistic, then...”

Two very sneaky hands made their way down to his sides and started drawing small and slow circles there. Misaki’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and any bystander probably would’ve thought a cat was being thrown off the balcony. 

“No, no, no! Usagi-san, I fucking swear, don’t tickle meeeeeeeeee!”

The universe had spoken once again.

“But it’s so cute,” Usami said matter-of-factly and decided to step up his game by pinching right above his hipbones, making the other literally scream with laughter. “See?”

No, Misaki wanted to throw back, but all he could throw back was his head and bury it in the pillow of the couch. He was stuck in this weird position where Usami was sort of laying on top of him, half-hugging and half-tickling him to death. His sides were being full on attacked by his larger hands, squeezing up and down his waist.

He tried so hard to grab those annoying hands, but Usami, being very experienced, simply tickled him all over his torso and legs, which made Misaki lose his mind and unable to grab them. The quick and unpredictable tickles made his laughter go up an entire octave because his body was driven to the very edge, losing complete control.

His legs did a poor job at kicking Usami in the back. Instead of being useful, they just kicked the air out of reflex, his muscles spasming too much to actually function properly. Misaki gave up trying to stop him and decided to cover his face, not wanting Usami to see the redness and forced goofy grin.

“Stop-tickling-me, ack!”

A few fingers had managed to crawl under his shirt and were now scribbling all over his quivering stomach. Misaki did another attempt at stopping him but Usami bent down and blew a very loud and very stupid raspberry right on his navel.

Misaki’s voice actually broke then, his laughter so very high-pitched that he was lowkey worried about hurting Usami’s ears. Then again, that asshole was responsible for making him produce such inhuman sounds, so he shouldn’t feel sorry at all.

“I didn’t think you could go that high,” Usami grinned down at him, appearing to be fascinated and oh, how Misaki wanted to smack that grin off his face. “Duly noted.”

“Shut uhup!” Misaki barked out more bouts of laughter and actually guffawed when his ribs got their own turn, very impressed with himself that he was still alive. Usami had switched to scratching lightly at his upper ribs, sometimes going even higher right to his underarms, which were impossible to protect even when he clamped down his arms because Usami simply tickled around that spot until he would flail and expose them.  

This was far from righteous. He’d made dinner and now Usagi tickling him so softly and gently that he might as well have died a thousand deaths right there and then, but he got a random burst of energy and managed to roll over.

“Where’re you going?” Usami snickered and simply continued to torment his underarms until Misaki rolled all the way to the edge of the couch and yeah, ended up falling off.

Not in a very gracious way, in fact, half of his body hadn’t even made it to the floor. His lower half was still trapped under Usami’s body and maybe this was one of the biggest mistakes he’d ever made in his life because now he was completely exposed. Gravity pulled is shirt down and his arms were in this really weird angle, making it hard to protect himself.

“Away from you!” Misaki yelled and still tried to crawl away, but his legs were forever stuck.

Usami took this opportunity to run his fingers over his thighs and knees, resulting in Misaki’s upper body jerking around and his arms grabbing at thin air. “You’re still here, though.”

“Pfff, quit it!”

“You called me a sadist, remember?”

He’d dug his own grave. Even more helpless than before, Misaki could only lay there and jump around, laughing and shrieking like he was being assaulted, which was only half true. And of course, Usami’s hands slid down to his bare torso, which made him buck so wildly that Usami lost his balance.

Both of them yelped in unison, totally caught off guard. Misaki was kind of able to break his fall, but got the air knocked out of him because of it and burst out laughing. “Not what I had in mind for our anniversary, but okay.”

Usami pushed himself up and looked down at him, worried. “Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”  

Misaki blew his bangs out of his face, still quite red in the face from all the laughter, but smiled nonetheless. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

Humming in response, Usami leaned down and gently placed his forehead against Misaki’s. “Okay, that’s good to hear. You still love me, right?”

“Hm,” Misaki half responded, only able to look up at him through his eyelashes, feeling his face heating up from their proximity. “After what you just did to me… Not so sure.”

A chuckle. “I only do it because I love you. You made me dinner because you love me. It’s the same thing.”

Oh, boy. Misaki snorted and looked away. “I made you dinner because I love you and you tickled me because you love— How does that even make sense?”

And then he’d realized what he’d said and instantly sputtered and kicked his legs, anything to try to get away, but Usami held his cheeks and kissed him once again. Those previously annoying hands slipped back under his shirt for now completely different reasons and softly kneaded his hip, thumb caressing the protruding bone.

“I love touching you,” Usami uttered against his lips before he went back to kissing them again. “Love touching you and making you laugh.” Another kiss and squeeze. “It makes me happy.”

Misaki grew drowsy, slowly but surely melting on the spot as Usami continued to kiss and touch him so very tenderly.

“Chicken is kinda chewy.”

“Uhuh.”

“Rice is overcooked.”

“Yep.”

“The onions—”

“You know what, that’s not my fault. I told you I left everything in the oven to keep it warm, but no, you still had to drag me to the couch and torment the hell out of me.”

“Maybe we should hire a cook for our next anniversary.”

“…”

“Who’re you calling?”

“Yes, hello, Nii-chan. I’ve decided that I wanna move out.”

[savedbythenotepad]

I wrote a thing earlier in the evening (technically last night because it’s now one thirty in the morning) and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t make sense but I thought I’d post it!

If you hadn’t noticed, I love it when Steve and Tony meet as strangers and are almost immediately smitten.

Rainfall had always been a peaceful part of nature.

It was soothing and calming, the way the drops of water fell down from the sky and hit the ground with an almost gentle sound. The pitter patter of rain drops, soft on the ears and the rich smell of earth which soon followed after.

Steve stared at the rain from his shelter on the train platform, his sketchbook tucked safely in his jacket. He had forgotten his backpack again, a stupid move, but he didn’t think that the rain would meet him here. The weather forecast had also promised a day of clear skies and sunshine, the weatherman giving him that terribly wide smile as he encouraged people to enjoy the day, to have fun in the sun.

A scoff left from Steve as he rolled his eyes before licking at a stray raindrop that came to rest between his lips. He had gotten caught in the sudden downpour and since he had forgotten his backpack, he had forgotten his umbrella too. So, he was soaked and in need of some warmth clothes, maybe a punching bag to release all his anger out on. The only thing that was relatively dry was his sketchbook and to think that he had thought about ditching his jacket today.

The whole day hadn’t exactly been the best and it only seemed to be going downhill. He had missed his bus on the way to work so he ended up ten minutes late. It was lucky that the manager and owner of the store was a good friend of his because Peggy gracefully let it slide. He was then hit on by multiple people today, several asking for his number and complimenting how well-fitted his shirt was. It didn’t help that Natasha and Bucky were trying their goddamn hardest not to burst in laughter as they dealt with customers. Paint somehow managed to get onto said well-fitted shirt, the shirt being white so there was no luck in getting that stain out. Then everything seemed to dial down from there until he closed the shop and found out that it was raining outside.

It was raining cats and downs as he sprinted for bus stop, nearly missing the bus that would take him to the station. He was sure that he had the look of a mad man on his face as he slumped into a wonderfully free seat and sulked all the way to his stop.

Now he was here, waiting for his train to arrive so he could just get home.

The platform wasn’t busy today, three more people were there with him as they waited for the train themselves.

There was a mother talking animatedly with her child, her face bright as her child giggled and reached up to cup their mother’s cheeks. The gesture softened the mother’s eyes and Steve felt himself smile at the sight, thinking wistfully for his own mother who rested in a hospital room.

The second was a well-dressed businessman with his briefcase and umbrella in one hand and his other hand holding up a phone to his ear. He seemed angry, his eyebrows furrowed as his mouth moved fast, loud words pouring out of it as his left wing-tipped shoe covered foot tapped angrily. Steve vaguely wondered what kind of conversations could make someone so angry but then he remembered, having had similar ones himself.

The last person was a teenage girl, earphones plugged in and her music turned up loud, a way of ignoring the world. Her gaze never moved as she simply stared in front of her, looking at the scatter of rain drops. A backpack was slung around one shoulder and a small grey cardigan rested in her arm, she seemed tired.

Steve was tired too.

With nothing interesting left to look at, he decided to look at the platform across from them and found something…well, quite interesting.

There was no one else there except for a young man who was reading a book. He was dressed rather simply, a pair of dark jeans and a sweater that looked two sizes too big. He had a head of dark curls which looked soft and almost a light brown in the overhead light. Steve didn’t know why but he couldn’t bring himself to look away because he wanted to see the man’s face. It was quite a weird thought but it was a heavy want, one that sat right on his chest.

Then he got his wish and he was stunned.

The man lifted his head up and a pair of dark brown doe-eyes were the first thing that Steve noticed. He then took in the slightly soft jawline and the smooth cheeks, pale pink lips and a straight nose. Steve almost cringed at how he sounded like a damn cliché but he couldn’t deny the fact that this man was beautiful.

It then occurred to him that he had been staring for the past two minutes and he managed to look away before he completely embarrassed himself.

The train on the other side was nearing the station and Steve watched it pull in, sadly seeing the man step in and sit himself down by a window seat. It wasn’t unusual to see attractive people at the train station but this was the first time that Steve felt a sort of longing. He actually wouldn’t mind getting to know this man and talking to him, getting to know what he does and what he was ready.

He was…interested.

Peggy and his mother would scream if they ever heard this.

But it wasn’t meant to be and this was one of those moments that just happen. There was never a chance that he’d see that man again because people never see the same person twice. Especially at the train station. The thought of that was quite painful for Steve to admit and he resigned himself to waiting for his train so he could carry on his life.

Things did have a funny way of happening though.

His attention was caught again by a sound of loud knocking and Steve turned towards it, expression curious, before his eyes widened in surprise.

Right there, on the train, was the young man smiling at him through the window and holding up a piece of paper with big writing on it.

It read:

HI, MY NAME IS TONY AND I THINK YOU’RE CUTE TOO.

Steve couldn’t smile any wider if he tried as his heart started to pound against his chest and he hurried to get his sketchbook so he could write a response but it was too late.

Tony waved, grinning as the train pulled out of the station and Steve waved back frantically, uncaring of how stupid or desperate he may look in front of the three people there.

He looked at the train until it was gone and the wide smile never left as he tried to keep down the laughter of disbelief bubbling in his throat.

It seemed like he wasn’t the only squealing on the inside as the teenager girl looked like she had witnessed something incredibly great, due to what she had just seen.

It was turning out to be a good day after all.

Tony.

A few pearls of laughter fell from his lips.

And he thinks I’m cute too.