#gonna keep posting until y’all wake up

[f1byjessie]

IN FAIR VERONA ━━ CL16.

things are hard when you're the only female in a male-dominated space, and the newest driver for the newest team knows this best.

( charles leclerc x driver!schumacher!reader )

━━ part one.

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user i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure right now 

user MOTHER IS MOTHERING SO HARD RN 😩

user y/n schumacher never misses

↳ user let’s be real here user the entire schumacher family never misses

↳ user y’all have seen mick’s most recent post too right??

user she is so gorgeous i am ILL

user god really does have his favorites huh 😭😭

↳ user this is undeniable proof

↳ user people this beautiful don’t actually exist i refuse to believe it

user every day i wake up and cry that i will never be as stunning and skilled as her

user formula 2 silly season has me losing my damn mind i swear 😫 i might as well be wearing a tin foil hat with the number of theories i’m following and the consistent blue themed posts y/n keeps dropping are NOT HELPING

↳ user not to add to your conspiracy madness, but it’s already confirmed that fred vesti is replacing jehan daruvala who’s moving to mp motorsport, and there are rumors that oliver bearman is also getting a prema seat which could mean that y/n schumacher is going to another team as well or leaving f2 entirely

↳ user a good chunk of the other teams have already revealed their driver lineup and none of them include schumacher, which doesn’t leave a lot of options IF the rumours are true

↳ user i can’t see her just leaving motorsports entirely considering she’s worked so hard to get where she is 🤔 which calls into question whether she’s moving to a different racing series

↳ user i really can’t see schumacher leaving tbh, especially since she’s been in f2 since 2017 and has established herself as a prema legend basically

↳ user the fact that she has been at prema for so long (and has gotten p2 in the f2 championship nearly every year since 2017) could also be proof that she’s moving on to bigger and better things

↳ user wait she’s been there HOW LONG??? since 2017??? as in she drove with charles leclerc, her brother mick, AND oscar piastri??? 🤯🤯🤯

↳ user she’s had a very long and successful career there, but it wouldn’t surprise me if she decided to retire from formula racing and move onto some other series that’s more woman-friendly, all things considered 🤷‍♀️. she has been runner-up every year that she’s competed, proven that she has what it takes to make it in a higher level of formula racing, and yet not a single f1 team has even offered her the opportunity to be even a test or reserve driver? 🤨 something isn’t adding up and i don’t want to say it’s because she’s a girl in motorsports but it’s kind of hard to ignore the proof when it’s put right in front of you.

↳ user guys the keyword is “if” here, of course, bc as fun as it is to speculate it is all still speculation and we won’t know for certain until it’s revealed by official sources. silly season is called that for a reason, and for all we known y/n is drawing out the announcement of her continued partnership with prema to stir up interest. she’s been in a very loyal and secure partnership with them for years now, a partnership that both she and prema seem very happy to keep considering just how long it’s lasted.

↳ user f2 is another series that once you win the championship you are no longer allowed to compete in, so prema may have kept her around to help carry her male teammates into first place until females are more accepted in formula racing so that she could eventually move up to f1

↳ user prema’s gonna announce her as their driver with vesti and you all are gonna look so fucking dumb for this 🙄🙄

user blue is HER color now 😍

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yourusername to the women of f1 that came before me, who paved the way, this is for you.

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maseratimsg When you race, they race with you 💙.

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user Y/N SCHUMACHER??? IN FORMULA ONE??? IN 2023???

user i’ve been following her career for years now and this makes me so excited omg

↳ user me too!! she’ll be the first female to drive in f1 in over 30 years 🤭

user HARD LAUNCH BUT FOR THE 2023 GRID I GUESS

user when maserati announced they’d be getting back into formula racing i had no idea that also meant formula one as well?? they’ve got drivers in the 22-23 formula e season right now but this is how i found out about y/n schumacher driving for the 23 formula 1 season? i think i am going into shock

user 2023 might actually be a good year if this is how we’re gonna be going into it

user WOMEN IN MOTORSPORTS

user milf = man i love females-in-fast-cars

user been watching f1 since i was a kid, always wondered why there were no girls out there driving. this year i’ll get to turn on that tv and finally see someone who looks like me

↳ user it’s so fitting that maserati’s original f1 team also had the first woman f1 driver, and now they’ll be breaking barriers again by having another woman f1 driver in their first season back

↳ user i’m hoping they’ve got a good car ready cuz i wanna see y/n schumacher up on that podium telling everyone who didn’t believe she could do it just cuz she was a girl to eat shit and die 😤😤😤

user there’s a reason there aren’t any female drivers in f1. she’s doomed to fail just like all the others smh 🙄

↳ user the biggest reason is sexism, and y/n has consistently proved throughout her career that she is just as skilled if not more than her male counterparts. she works harder to make up for the physical disadvantages she has as a woman, and she still wipes the floor with the other drivers. she’s not “doomed to fail” she’s practically destined to succeed.

↳ user y/n has trained her ass off to be the best, and she’ll prove it when she gets out on the tarmac in bahrain, just you wait 🥱

↳ user she’s literally a 6-time f2 runner up??? sure, she didn’t win, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t still incredibly fucking impressive that she’s managed to get p2 against her male counterparts 6 YEARS IN A ROW 👀👀 her brother got p12 his first season and you know what she got? p2. she’s already raced with the likes of charles leclerc, zhou guanyu, yuki tsunoda, alex albon, george russell, lando norris, and a number of other very prominent formula racing names, and she held her own against them all incredibly well. she gave her own brother a real run for his money when they were teammates in 2019 and 2020, and in 2021 she was only a 9 point difference away from oscar piastri, whereas the p3 finalist was nearly a full 60 points below both of them. get out of here with that “there’s a reason there aren’t any female drivers in f1” bullshit, because the reason is misogyny 😒🙄

user not to be that person but like??? who else is lowkey excited for potential driver x driver romance?? 🫣

↳ user nah cuz i didn’t wanna make this about that but i’m actually totally ready to see who she has the best chemistry with on the grid 🫢 first hope is charles leclerc cuz they’d be a power couple hands down but also mayhaps max verstappen?? maybe??

↳ user totally agree babes a ferrari and maserati romeo and juliet love story would destroy me 😩

↳ user the parallels are already paralleling

↳ user to add to the parallels, her and charles were teammates at prema in 2017

↳ user OMG RIVALS TO STAR CROSSED LOVERS??? 😭😭

↳ user schumacher and leclerc are about to live out THE fanfic dream i can see it now

user can’t wait to see her mop the floor with these boys next year

user 2023 IS GONNA BE CRAZY 💙💙

user if i see any of those lads talk down about her or dismiss her just because she’s a woman, it’s on fucking sight 💀

↳ user they did that campaign in 2021 about equality in racing and i am BEGGING that it wasn’t just a media ploy and that they actually believe what they said about men AND women being able to drive

user this is about to be the best f1 season in history folks

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maseratimsg Prepare for trouble, and make it double ✌️💙.

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user SCHUMACHER TWINS TEAMMATES AGAIN???

user someone pinch me i think i’m in a dream 😳

↳ user i pinched myself and this is in fact very real

user we knew y/n would be driving for maserati but to also have MICK? maserati picked not one but TWO legacy drivers they have an agenda to push and they are certainly pushing it

↳ user yeah, an agenda to win 😌

↳ user genuinely just imagine how much natural talent and skill will be in that garage come the start of the season with michael schumacher’s twins…

↳ user back in 2020 when they raced together at prema, i saw someone joke that they were made into twins because no singular human being would be able to handle having that much racing prowess, so they were split up. but idk how much of it was actually a joke because they were scarily good as teammates? y/n has always finished no more than 10 points behind p1, and mick is a very powerful driver in his own right. putting them together and letting them drive as allies again instead of rivals will be a sight that’s for sure.

↳ user imagine being nerfed at birth cuz fate knew you’d be too powerful otherwise 😂😂😂

user blue is THEIR color apparently

user it’s the schumachers’ world and we’re just living in it

↳ user schumachers vs the entire f1 grid sounds like an insane clickbait article but the fact that it’ll be real in a few months is crazy

user everyone’s talking about y/n and mick but i’m stuck on the fact that there will finally be 11 teams driving for f1 again

↳ user maserati really said fuck the expectations

↳ user maserati’s gonna get a 1-2 with the schumachers in their first year back i’m calling it now 🤪🤪

↳ user first female driver in f1 in 30 years and first 11th team to drive in f1 since 2016, and i’m betting it’ll be first ever female driver to podium in f1 and first ever female driver to win in f1 too because i’ve seen y/n schumacher’s skill and i guarantee that if she’s actually given the ability to go all out then she’s gonna be a force to be reckoned with

user hope they’ve got a good car planned cuz i wanna see these two put up a good fight

user verstappen better watch his back 👀

user Y/N SCHUMACHER WDC 2023

user at least mick got to drive with seb still on the grid, but i’m actually heartbroken that y/n won’t be able to 😔

↳ user and kimi too

↳ user i think the only drivers left are hamilton and alonso no? from before their dad retired i mean

↳ user perez, hulkenberg, and ricciardo too, but they only drove on the same grid as michael schumacher for a couple years

↳ user i imagine it would suck to lose but i personally would be very proud to see my old friend’s kids standing on a podium above me or beside me 🥹

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mickschumacher from beating you into this world, to beating you in karting (both professionally and casually), i'm so proud to have the chance to beat you in formula 1 too

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yourusername those are fighting words micky 🤨

↳ mickschumacher not sure what you mean 😊

↳ yourusername it’s on sight 👊

user GUYSSS JUST THINK ABOUT THE PADDOCK INTERACTIONS BETWEEN THESE TWO

↳ user the media days boutta be crazyyyy

↳ user i’m imagining the chaos of not just having siblings on the grid together, but twins specifically, and i’m already getting a migraine on behalf of whoever their pr officers are 😅😭

↳ user 2023 is the year they make a geneva convention for the grid prank wars and it’s gonna be the because of the schumachers

user baby photos oh i am unwell 🙃

↳ user i’ve caught a nasty case of baby fever i fear

↳ user they’re both menaces as adults, i wonder how bad they were as little kids

↳ user baby fever cured methinks 😶

user 💙💙💙 MICK P1 2023 💙💙💙

user mick being proud to race with his sister but also making it well known that he isn’t gonna take it easy on her is the type of sibling rivalry content i’m looking forward to seeing this season

↳ user i need all the drivers to have this same mentality bc i know mick is gonna recognize her as the threat that she is, but if any of those lads underestimate her just bc she’s a girl, then their karma will come in the form of eating the dust of y/n schumacher’s car

↳ user PREACH 🙌🙏

charlesleclerc cannot wait to have you both on track this year

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━━ a/n: first and foremost, happy international women's day! i've had this sitting around for a little while now and decided that today would be the perfect day to finally share it, what with the themes of women empowerment and breaking the glass ceiling. my main priority will still be my lando series until i can get that finished, but updates for this might appear in between on occasion. i also wanna take a moment just to appreciate the sheer amount of research that went into this, finding a team that would reasonably work well as an 11th team for formula 1 was a bit difficult, but i'm not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth when maserati fits pretty perfectly. also, as a twin myself, i'm incapable of writing a sibling duo that aren't also twins, and i have zero shame about that. anyways, i'm very excited for this, and i hope everyone else is as well!

[sanskari-kanya]

Guess who got 30/30 on her finals’ viva 😭💃

It was the biggest adventure of my goddamn life.

The viva was scheduled at 3 pm today so I was pretty chill. I was like okay I’ll do the hardest ones till late night, grab some good sleep and wake up a little early to revise the rest.

But my university sent a mail at 10:30 pm, saying ✨surprise motherfuckers, the time is changed to 9:30 am, all the best insufferable freshers✨

Post this mail, I had made peace in accepting that I aint gonna get any sleep tonight and I had to revise 4 subjects till 8 am (minus 30 minutes to get my boogie ass ready because I will never enter the uni looking like crap and 30 more minutes to reach the university)

I started studying around 12 am because all we did was cuss the fuck out of the university and exam managers for a bloody 1.5 hours.

Considering my attention span, my study session lasted for approximately 15 minutes before I opened Pinterest and keep scrolling mindlessly until it was suddenly 2 am 🤩. Then I went for a mindless walk around the hostel, disturbed my bf for a good 15 minutes, and realised he wasn’t giving me any attention because he actually studies and uski fati padi thi so I came back in my room and re-started studying. It continued till 5 am (paired with stress eating, gossiping, watching a documentary)

THEN, I ACCIDENTALLY FELL ASLEEP AT 5 AM AND WOKE UP AT 8 AM!?!? I had to leave at 9 am so there was no bloody chance of revising Histology and Radiology that I very confidently left for the morning 🤗 I left the house at 9 and kept a ppt of histological slides open on my phone so I could at least revise SOMETHING.

If this drama was not enough, here is more :

Me and my friend had decided to pair up for the viva but some dude mishandled the list and jumbled the numbers and I had to beg my classmate to go with a random dude so me and bestie could go tgt.

As I was about to enter the viva room, a physical fight broke pit between two students and my examiner walked out to stop the fight and never returned.

I confidently wrong answered a sub question and made the doctor believe that I was right cus I answered everything else too. 10 in Anatomy ✅

Manually picked the harder examiner for Histology because bestie shat in anatomy so I wanted her to score in Histology with the easier examiner. My reactions to the first two questions- ✨ma’am I don’t know✨ and she was glaring me so bad I cannot explain y’all but then by god’s grace, she asked me more questions (redemption arc) that I answered but she gave me 7.5 so I was like okay, I did shit in the beginning so-

Next was physiology and if y’all weren’t aware of my bad reputation with the professor (George), well now you are 🤗 But then I again had a choice to choose my examiner and I chose my favourite teacher from last semester and George was like ✨why are you not sitting with me huh✨ in the most sarcastic tone ever like i would ever voluntarily chose you , kind sir.

End result, I scored full in physiology too which just proves that my physiology wasn’t a problem, George was the problem!

Last was Radiology. I was scared for my life since I slept and didn’t revise radiology AT ALL. But the examiner was impressed by my marks and gave me 2.5 🙂‍↕️

Now if that still wasn’t enough adventure for you, let me introduce you to my bad math skills. 7.5 in Histology + 2.5 in radiology makes 10 which meant I had scored 30/30 but my dumbass forgot math and thought I scored only 27.5 and went out a little sad.

Then a senior dude asked me how was it and I was like ‘Accha tha bas muje ek baat bata histology ke liye maximum kitna hota hai?’ And he was 7.5 and then it hit me ‘Oh bhaiii fir toh muje full mile hai’ 😭😭😭

I’m never forgetting this day. I narrated this entire thing to my mom twice, once to bf, a 30 min voice note to @hum-suffer and now on tumblr.

[naturesapphic]

hii what about Billie regresses involuntarily, R didn't knew about it so she thinks it's kinda weird, like, unusual, eventually Billie falls asleep and when she wakes up she's sure R left, super scared and insecure but it all ends with cuteness and happiness!

Regressed

Little!billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, reader being confused

You and your girlfriend billie were at her house hanging out. It was a regular day until billie was acting different. She was sucking on her thumb, when she talked her voice was high pitched a bit, she kept babbling and talking about wanting her baba. You realized that she was acting like a kid which made you really confused and worried.

Billie noticed your body language and how the look on your face was. So she decided to speak up about it. “Chu otays?” Billie asked you and you didn’t speak, you just nodded your head slowly. Billie pouted and rested her head on the arm of the couch, falling asleep. You needed a second to process all of this so you decided to get up and go outside for a bit, maybe take a little walk around the house.

It was an hour later when Billie woke up. She sat up on the couch slowly, rubbing her eyes to get the sleepiness out when she saw that you weren’t in your spot when she last saw you at. She knew that you were sitting beside her and now you’re not. Maybe she scared you off with her age regression. She hopes that wasn’t the case but after getting up and looking around more, she couldn’t help but think that.

It wasn’t until she heard the front door open and you walking through did she realize that you actually didn’t leave. “Y-yn!” Billie babbled out as she ran up to you and hugged you right. You were even more confused but you still hugged her. “What’s wrong bils?” You asked her and she sniffled. “T-thoughts c-chu weft m-mes…” she whispered and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. “No no I wouldn’t do that to you bils. I may be confused and all but I wouldn’t do that.” You explained to her and she nodded.

The two of you sat on the couch where Billie explained what age regression was to you and caregivers. After talking for about an hour or two you got a grasp on what all of it means. You even offered to be her official caregiver. Which of course you gave her a warning since this is your first time, but she reassured you that she will help you as much as she can and for you to do some more research. The rest of the day was great, learning more about age regression and helping your little Billie.

A/n: I hope you enjoyed this @tslovely ! I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too! I’m gonna post another Billie fic probably tonight so keep an eye out for that! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[deadassluv]

Okay this is my last post until chaos theory s2 comes out. I’m gonna talk about things I expect to see in season 2. Dinostar love confession/argument flashback- I need an argument or love confession. I want to see Brooklynn face when Darius told her his feelings, I want to see them argue, I want to see Darius hesitating on meeting up with Brooklynn. I just need more Angst.

Sammy’s family problems explanation- I need an explanation because how in the world did that even happened? Like why aren’t her parents talking to her? That girl sacrificed herself for them, why would they stop talking to her? Is not homophobia because Sammy’s father seemed to be okay with it in the last episode of cc, and Yaz even moved in with them. I heard its because she turned vegetarian or some like that but she literally ate a corn dog with Ben so I don’t think that’s it. The most possible one is Bumpy or her parents being afraid of living in the country side. Maybe her family didn’t wanted to deal with a dinosaur. Or maybe they were too scared to keep living on the country side so they moved, and that made Sammy not want to talk to them anymore. Idk, they better explain that.

Ben’s girlfriend- I need more information about her cause I ain’t believing that yet. The way he said it was not very convincing to me. (I think he might be hiding something.) but I do hope is real though. Just imagine how funny it would be if Ben asked Yaz, Sammy, or Kenji for girlfriend advice.

The Long Run chapter but reversed- What I mean with this is instead of Yaz saving Sammy, is Sammy saving Yaz. That’s it. I need it.

More Darius and Kenji bonding- I need this y’all. I want them to talk about their times as brothers when they lived in the same house and were taking care of by the same mother. I so need this :(

Brooklynn and Handler- I want those two to at least look at each other. Badass woman should always meet another badass woman. (Not a ship)

Mae, Roxy, or Dave- I want them to at least be mentioned. I miss Mae so much.

Angel and Rabel-Please come home your parents miss you. ;(

Nublar six back together- I want them to reunite with Brooklynn so baddddd. I don’t want them to be happy though, at least not right away. I want them to be mad at her because that girl made them sufferrrrr so much and for what? Like I better see some arguing.

Handler- I just want more handler content, she’s just too good.

The new characters lore- I’m so excited for the new characters they look so good, I want a background story for them😭

That’s all…I’m so excited for this season chat, I’m waking up at 3am Thursday to at least have an hour and a half to watch the show before I have to go to school :( (I’m binging when I get home)

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Okay so I was going to try to post this on Christmas but I had the worst WiFi possible. So that didn’t happen. So y’all get two today because Christmas :)

Part 1 | . . . | Part 43 | Part 44 | Part 45

Or maybe it all just almost goes to shit.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m scared.”

“I know, Ellie. I am too. But it’ll be okay.”

She takes a deep breath, grabs his hand and squeezes, and nods. “Okay.”

The one on the car lunges, maw wide and terrifying, and El yells as she thrusts her hand towards it, stopping it midair. She throws it to the side, bowling over the two to their right, and throws the one on their left over that direction too.

“Check behind us,” she asks Steve, before bringing a car down onto the pile of demodogs.

Steve whips his head around. “Well,” he says, voice imbued with fake cheer, “there’s no demodogs.”

El whips around to see what he had: two demogorgons. She huffs, moves until she’s in front of Steve, and reaches behind her before quickly bringing her hand forward, tossing a different car in their direction.

Steve scrambles for his bat, having foolishly placed it in the trunk, grabbing it just before a demodog climbs out from under the car El had thrown. Another one is struggling, its back half pretty badly crushed, but Steve is a little worried it will make its way out. “El? How’re you feeling?”

“Okay,” she responds. “But I want to finish this soon.”

“You and me both, Ellie.” He flips his bat. “I’ll take care of the one halfway under the car if you can get the one heading our way.”

“Yeah,” she answers, and he advances, walking around the free demodog.

The trapped one snaps and claws at his feet and legs, trying to pull him closer, so he swings his bat, connecting with a leg. It growls and pulls away, long enough for Steve to swing at its head. He keeps going until it doesn’t move anymore, then surveys the area.

The rest of the demodogs are dead, including the one that had gotten free. El had taken care of it, alright; there’s a car buried three feet in the ground where the demodog once was.

The demogorgons met a similar fate, crushed underneath a pickup truck, which was also buried about three feet in the ground.

He turns to look at El and freezes, dumbfounded, watching as she extends a hand towards the group of demodogs under the car.

The car shakes, groans, then buries itself in the ground with a pop.

“Uh,” Steve eloquently says. He tries again. “Ellie?”

She slowly turns to look at him. It’s more like she’s looking through him, her gaze almost making him uncomfortable as he continues. “You’re floating.”

She blinks, then seems to realize where she is. She slowly lowers herself, and Steve’s ready to catch her when she wobbles and ultimately collapses when her feet touch ground. “That was amazing,” he whispers into her hair. “I’m so proud of you, Ellie, you deserve all the waffles, holy shit. Okay, come on, I got you, let’s get in the car, lay you down.”

She can barely keep her eyes open, “All gone?”

His heart clenches. “Yeah, Ellie. They’re all gone, you did such a good job. You can rest now, ‘kay?”

“M’kay,” she murmurs, falling into the backseat and curling up. “Wake… at home.”

Steve just smiles, cards a hand over her hair. “Just go to sleep, Ellie. I’ve got you.”

She does, murmuring something nonsensical, and Steve’s heart clenches again as he gently shuts the door and makes his way around to the driver’s seat.

The ride home is uneventful, and when El doesn’t stir when he turns the car off, he carries her inside.

Robin, Allison, Eddie, and Wayne are waiting for them. “She’s fine,” he assures them quietly. “Just exhausted.”

Eddie steps forward. “Let me take her,” he whispers. “You’re still injured.”

Steve grimaces. “You’re really not gonna like hearing what we just did, then.”

Eddie raises a brow with a slight smile, grinning when Steve sighs out, “Fine. Put her in my room, please?”

Eddie nods. “Glad you’re safe,” he murmurs before leaving with her.

Allison and Robin rush him as soon as El’s out of the room. “You goddamn idiot,” Robin gripes, wiping tears from her cheeks. “I was worried.”

“We both were,” Allison says, giving him a look.

“I’m sorry,” Steve murmurs, hugging them both. “I’m fine, I promise. Things got a little more exciting than we’d hoped, but we’re both okay.”

“I’m glad you’re safe,” Allison murmurs, and Robin nods before they both crush him back into a hug.

When they pull back, Allison grins at him. “I’m saying this because I love you,” she starts, “but you need a shower.”

Robin giggles, and when Steve turns an affronted look on her, she raises her hands in surrender. “I didn’t say anything!”

“No, but you were thinking it,” he mutters, grinning at both of them before following the path Eddie had taken.

When he walks into his room, he’s surprised to see Eddie standing at the foot of his bed, looking at El.

“This is all crazy, right?” He asks. “I’m not being dramatic?”

Steve smiles at him. “You’re always dramatic,” he reminds Eddie, getting a glare in return, “but no. This is definitely crazy.”

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Trust Me Not AU Character Stuff

Ok ok so I was going to wait for my boyfriend and just keep posting art, but he’s going to be busy for a while so I’m just gonna do this!! Also…I warned y’all that this was a lot of text…so <3

I’m doing the major relationship/personality changes, so characters we haven’t planned on changing or haven’t gotten to yet won’t get things. Mostly, the characters that I’m talking about are Sword, Rocket, Medkit, Zuka, and Broker. I may mention Venomshank, Ban Hammer, and Darkheart, but they haven’t changed much? They’re just here as of now. Crazy how we haven’t planned anything for the Blackrock phighters, especially because this is a Blackrock centered AU…

I don’t really have art to go with this…! Though I may draft it and make doodles (you’ll be able to see if I did lol, only one who has a crazy different design at the moment is Rocket though, so). Anyway! Ramble central time…

Rocket:

Rocket’s personality is still very chaotic. He’s hyper, though he’s a little more violent than before (more because of pent-up anger than actual aggression). His temper seems to be easily triggered and he’s very quick to snap back with dry humor or sharp retorts. Honestly, he’s still Rocket, he just has more temper and attitude caused by him trying to burry emotions and come off as “tough enough” to be in Blackrock (and to help himself deal with the choice he made to abandon everyone he cared about just because he was upset).

Rocket’s relationship with his father is rocky at best, not because he doesn’t love Zuka, but because of the chain of arguments they had that led to Rocket running away. Rocket’s mad at Zuka for banning him from phights for what he sees as “a dumb reason” (he was involved in an accident that blew off part of his horn…and almost did worse). He feels like Zuka’s taken away one of his favorite things unwarranted, and the constant scolding for the week after his grounding wasn’t helpful. This anger towards Zuka is why Rocket stops carving his horns once he runs away.

Rocket’s relationship with Sword is still very important to him, despite his very obvious efforts to push Sword away (this is a Swocket AU…idk what y’all expected 😣). He was never mad at Sword, but he felt he needed space, even if that space allowed his thoughts to wander and gave him horrible ideas. He cares very much for Sword, and abandoning him was a hard decision for Rocket, but he felt like if he was going to go through with running away to Blackrock he had to cut all ties. The reason he doesn’t kill Sword during all their encounters is because he cares for him, though he still wounds him as a way of warning him to keep away (which doesn’t work). He’s absolutely crushed when he kills Sword, it was completely unintentional and it’s a very harsh wake-up call.

Rocket’s relationship with Broker hasn’t changed much, though tension has eased slightly (or it had before Rocket ran away). Rocket appreciated how Broker had laid off him though, even if Zuka didn’t. He’s not as mad at Broker as he is at Zuka.

Rocket’s relationship with Medkit doesn’t change until after Sword’s death. He’s currently on the run from Medkit, and he’s rather intimidated by him. Rocket understands his life is on the line more so now than it was before.

Rocket has Ban Hammer on speed dial…that…that is all…

Sword:

Sword’s a lot more tired and visibly stressed now. The others are getting more worried about his mental state as he seems to be coming apart at the seams. His thoughts are more scrambled and his head is fuzzy. He’s trying his best here guys…

Sword has been getting very close with Zuka, spending more time with him than with his own father (but like, when did he really hang out with his father to begin with?). Part of Sword wants to be upset with Zuka for how hard he was on Rocket, but he can’t bring himself to do it because he was also worried for Rocket’s safety and he knows how guilty and upset Zuka feels. He promises to try and reach Rocket to mend the relationship.

Sword’s relationship with Rocket is a hot mess right now. He cares so much for Rocket, and this situation is tearing him apart from the inside out. He feels extremely guilty and responsible for Rocket running away because he believes he didn’t try hard enough to reach through to Rocket while he was clearly hurting and upset. His forced optimism that his Rocket is still in there despite everyone telling him otherwise pushes him to romanticize the fights they have, often letting Rocket win intentionally because he doesn’t want to hurt Rocket…even though it’s very obvious Rocket is willing to hurt him. While his head is more clear while he’s around Rocket, he lets his emotions cloud his judgement, which ends up in his death. He has a moment of clarity right before he dies, sharing his feelings with Rocket as his final words.

Sword is skeptical of Broker still, he keeps Rocket’s dislike for the demon in mind when around him. Though, he’s beginning to wonder why Rocket has such a strong hatred for him. He’s witnessed Broker seem genuinely worried for Zuka (often trying to find ways to cheer him up) and knows he’s been trying to find Rocket himself. He has tried to stay optimistic and have faith in Broker.

Sword trusts Medkit with his life, sharing all of his concerns and anxieties with him. He feels the most safe when he’s around Medkit now that he doesn’t have Rocket (they still have that brother-like relationship, that’s based and is NOT going anywhere).

Sword’s relationship with Venomshank is very poor. Venomshank is the main demon telling Sword to give up on Rocket, so he’s not too pleased with him at the moment. Despite their rocky relationship, Sword tries his best to impress his father.

Medkit:

Medkit’s personality does not change until after Sword’s death. He becomes more irrational in his thinking and rather impulsive (acting out of greif). This leads him to be increasingly more reckless and aggressive.

Medkit feels bad for Zuka, offering his assistance in trying to find Rocket. He ends up getting captured by Ban Hammer because of this. While he respects Zuka, he grows rather frustrated with him once Sword dies, claiming that Zuka should not shelter Rocket and that he must be accountable for his actions. He doesn’t do anything to intentionally harm/upset Zuka, though he understands that his actions will do so anyway.

Medkit cares deeply about Sword, seeing him as a little brother and someone he has to look out for (no matter how reckless or irritating he can be). Watching Sword suffer so much made Medkit wish he could help more, which leads to him agreeing to help in the search. He misses Sword very much and has made it his goal to avenge his death.

Medkit doesn’t want to trust Broker, but he does. He’s seen how Broker’s been trying his best to find Rocket (and how he helped Medkit escape Banlands) and tries his best to put his personal opinions aside for the time being. However, he wishes Broker wouldn’t let Zuka coddle Rocket as much as he does (after Sword’s death).

Medkit felt bad for Rocket initially, he really wanted to believe that things would work out, even despite the fact that Rocket gets him arrested by Ban Hammer. However, after he learned Rocket had killed Sword, it didn’t matter if it was intentional or not, he felt things had gone too far. He feels Rocket isn’t taking the effects of his actions to heart as much as he should, and hopes to avenge Sword by bringing Rocket to justice…whatever that means…

He’s not fond of Venomshank. He feels that his parenting needs to be heavily improved upon (big brother instincts, we love to see it). After Sword’s death, Medkit is disgusted by the fact that Venomshank seems rather indifferent, saying that Sword “should’ve heeded the warnings.” If he wasn’t preoccupied trying to take down Rocket, Venomshank would be labeled as “the problem” and probably “the target”…

Medkit constantly complains about how Scythe will have his head for how much time he’s devoting to this mess. He seems intimidated by her more than truly being afraid of her.

Broker:

Broker is Broker (he hasn’t been changed much, he’s one of our WIP characters)! Most of his personality changes consist of caring about Zuka’s well-being. While it seems like he’s trying to improve on expressing empathy, he’s still heavily manipulative and sly, leading to everyone wondering how much he actually cares about the situation.

BrokerZuka ended up canon here…so bear with me…(😞/silly). Broker feels the need to constantly check-up on Zuka. He tries to tell Zuka that this isn’t his fault, but to no avail. Zuka seems to be the only one he obviously cares for, as he constantly is much gentler and empathetic towards Zuka. After Sword’s death, he took a step back from meddling in Zuka and Rocket’s relationship, allowing Zuka to handle it how he saw fit. He doesn’t feel like Zuka is handling it right, but he doesn’t want to upset anyone after all that’s happened.

Broker knows Sword is upset. He’s tried to have small chats about things with him, but is often brushed off, much to his frustration. He can tell Sword is trying to warm up to him, which he appreciates, but it’s still very obvious that Sword doesn’t trust him entirely. In an attempt to keep things lighthearted, he frequently tries to tease Sword and crack jokes (Sword doesn’t act like he enjoys it though).

He knows Rocket dislikes him, but he still tries to bond with him…definitely just for Zuka’s sake. While he agreed that Rocket should’ve been more careful, Broker began to take notice of how the constant criticism and arguing began to weigh on the kid. He stopped taking Zuka’s side and just started staying out of it. He tried to talk to Rocket multiple times, but he would get brushed off and blocked out. When Rocket ran away, he decided to take matters into his own hands (after Rocket gets Medkit captured by Ban Hammer). He thought that talking to Rocket would fix things, though he is frustrated when he is shut down again (and joins Medkit in Banlands). After Sword’s death, Broker is distant from Rocket in an attempt to give him space. He feels bad, but knows that nothing will get Rocket to talk to him.

Broker teases and toys with Medkit in an attempt to keep things relatively “normal” between them. After Sword’s death, he began keeping a closer eye on Medkit because he knew how close he had been with Sword. Upon learning about Medkit’s plans to deal with Rocket, Broker starts being more prickly around him. He’s trying to come up with a way to deal with Medkit before anything happens.

Ban Hammer…when I catch you Ban Hammer…when I catch you…

Broker is pushing his luck with Scythe due to how much time (and resources) he’s putting inti finding Rocket. He knows Scythe is already annoyed about Medkit spending time on this rather than on his mission, and Broker can tell she isn’t pleased with him either. He’s trying to keep her from flipping her top.

Zuka:

(Another WIP character) Zuka is rather reserved and quiet. He’s constantly tired and always seems ridden with guilt. It’s very obvious he fears the worst and blames himself. He seems to drag himself around all day trying to “fix” the issue himself. While he would like to go solo, he’s made it obvious that he can’t.

Zuka’s relationship with Rocket isn’t the best. He’s very concerned for Rocket, though he doesn’t express it properly and it leads to several minor conflicts. He feels extremely guilty about Rocket running away, and watching Rocket go to Blackrock was a personal blow to Zuka (it affected him a lot more than he’d like to admit, especially the way that Rocket changed his whole appearance). After Sword’s death, he attempts to comfort Rocket, though it comes off more as babying. He’s very worried about Rocket’s mental state.

Zuka really appreciates how Sword is trying to stay positive in this situation. He can tell how stressful and upsetting it is for Sword, so he tries to be understanding and patient with him (even though half the time it comes off as Zuka just being too tired to fully care). He feels bad that Sword is beating himself up about Rocket leaving and makes attempts to cheer him up frequently.

Broker is the one demon that Zuka seems to confide in. He doesn’t want to seem like a burden/worry Broker, but Broker clearly sees through it. Zuka takes comfort in how Broker tries to help him through this whole thing no matter how many times he tries to say he’s fine. Even though Zuka tries to hide it, Broker always ends up getting him to spill his feelings. He’s grateful Broker is willing to help as much as he is, and he’s even more grateful he has someone with him during this.

Zuka appreciates Medkit’s help as much as he appreciates everyone else’s. He knows Medkit is helping more because he wants to help Sword, but that doesn’t matter to Zuka…until Sword dies. Broker informed Zuka about Medkit’s plans, so Zuka’s trust for Medkit is almost completely gone. He’s cautious around Medkit and avoids bringing up Rocket.

Zuka is two seconds from storming up to Scythe and telling her to calm down/j unless…

[vwbugggie]

Fame D.R. First Shift!

Hey y'all!!! Recently I've been seeing a lot of posts about living in the end or living as if you already have what it is that you want. Obviously what I want is to shift so I thought it'd be fun if a wrote out how my first shift wake up would go. So let's all just pretend for a second that I've shifted (OMG!!! CONGRATS BUGGIE!!!! THANK YOU BESTIES!!!! <333 :*)

Comments on my DR (opinions, ideas, etc.) are welcome as long as they are respectful towards me and others! Feel free to ask any questions!

If y’all with Fame DR’s (or any DR; but especially if we have DR’s in common) ever wanna chat my DM's are open, don't be shy! (No minors, sorry!)

Anti-shifters do not interact, I don't care what you think. If you are rude or disrespectful I will block you and delete your comment. I'm not going to argue with you because I simply don't care to. (If you see a rude or disrespectful comment before I can get to it I encourage you not to engage, ignore it, thanks!)

[Also for background we weren't famous when I first shifted, this was at the very beginning of My Chem. Bullets was barely in the works and Frank hadn't joined yet. I hadn't met him, but I did end up meeting him the first day I shifted at the party we went to.]

So this is how my first shift to my Fame D.R. went:

[The day after my two weeks ended and I was officially unemployed, October 1, 2001. I woke up when I felt the bed dip next to me. I kept my eyes closed and didn't move. I felt someone lightly rub my back and gently say]

Gee: Good morning, Bug. Me and Mikey have to go run some errands, afterwards we're gonna pick up Ray, then we'll all come pick you guys up. Then we'll head to the party, ok?

[He looked at me and waited for me to open my eyes.]

Buggie: Yeah, sure 

[I say as I flipped over trying hide the fact that I was freaking out.]

Gee: C’mon Bug, wakey wakey

Buggie: I’m awake

Gee: Prove it

[Finally I opened my eyes and saw Gee smiling down at me, I sat up.]

Buggie: Errands, pick up Ray, then me and Abbi, got it. What time should we be ready by?

Gee: Well we want to be there by eight ish, it's (checks watch) 10:00 so probably 7:00? Gives us enough to finish errands and eat something, sound ok? 

Buggie: Perfect

Gee: Oh, and eat something will you? Real food, not just a Coke. Abbi's cookin', we woulda stuck around and ate with ya, but we’re late

[I nodded my head and held out my arms (a bitch needed a hug fight me)]

Gee: Everything ok?

Buggie: [I nodded my head] Uh huh, I just had a bad dream, would you get Mikey before you guys leave? 

Gee: Sure, I’ll go get him

[I held on for a second, after I let go he stands. A few minutes later Mikey appeared in the doorway.]

Mikey: Hey kid, heard you had a bad dream

[He sits on the bed]

Buggie: Yeah, I just wanted to say bye

[I hugged him, he rubbed my back lightly to comfort me]

Mikey: Wanna talk about it?

Buggie: I’m ok, I don’t wanna make y’all more late

Mikey: Eh, what’s a few more minutes?

Buggie: Really it was nothing, I don’t even really remember it anymore 

Mikey: Ok, but if you need anything just call

Buggie: I will, I’ll see ya later

Mikey: See ya later, kid

The second that door closed I fully freaked out, questioning if this was real, doing reality checks, looking around, grabbing things, you know trying to make sure I was grounded. I was trying to contain my excitement and keep quiet cuz I didn't want to alarm anyone lol. After I somewhat composed myself I ran to my phone to check out my lifa app (yes that's something I kept from old shiftok lol) I explored it a bit, until I was calm, then I decided to go to the kitchen and have breakfast with Abbi.

Just a lil reminder this was me living in the end! I don't want y'all to think I'm lying or anything I just thought this would be fun and helpful for my journey :)

Anyway thanks for reading! Love y'all <3333

[booksdaydream]

The Lost and Found Part VI - End

*SPOILERS OF THE GAME HOGWARTS LEGACY AHEAD*

Characters: Dark!Sebastian; use of MC; GN!MC; Ominis Gaunt; with special participation of Professor Weasley and Professor Sharp.

Summary: Based on this post by @avadakedavravravra​. The End of our journey. Today is the day MC promised to cure Anne, but first they need to figure out what’s wrong with the room of requirement. There they find a malnourished Ominis and decide to put an end to Sebastian’s façade.

Warnings: mild violence; abuse (imprisonment, starvation); talks about death (Solomon, Ominis); impersonating; lying; gaslighting; non-con relationship (mention); angst; angst; angsttt; and sad because of Ominis.

Word count: 7,5K+ (a bit of a long one, promise it's worth it)

A/N: Hey y’all. This is the end. I’ll be posting a little epilogue, but you don’t need to read it if you don’t want to – it’s just Ominis and MC’s POV, a bit of fluff. About this one tho, was this one hard to write. My poor Ominis. He’s gonna be fine now, I promise. Let me know what you guys thought! (“Ominis” in bold is Sebastian in polyjuice).

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That morning was brighter and warmer than the prior days. The sun was shining welcoming, dazzling Sebastian’s eyes with only beauty. Nothing could have been anything short of a blessing for him the past three days, much was his joyful mood. His classes could have been boring, but then they were challenging – even if only to stay awake. Imelda’s chess competitiveness could’ve provoked him any other day but then it was simply amusing. Even Weasley’s exploding potion didn’t annoy Sebastian’s mood one bit. He in fact had to try hard not to laugh.

Upon convincing MC to cure Anne, he felt as if the world could be fixed. As if everything would be alright. As if he would be able to stop running against time in a mad search for a cure that didn’t seem to exist. But it did. MC could cure Anne. No, they were going to. So, he barely could contain his excitement. Restless and energetic. Seeing the world through pink-coloured lenses. In a type of mood that certainly made other students question if his portrayal of Ominis had gone mad. His nights had mostly been spent awake, his mind racing with the new possibilities MC’s act would shape for them. A future for Anne. Perhaps not a future for him, as Sebastian Sallow was a wanted man, but that did not matter. Anne was going to be free.

And then, he’d be free too. What would he do? Where would he go? What next adventures would he face? He lamented for a split second that MC wouldn’t be able to share these with him. Sebastian knew his plan had a timer. That he could not keep Ominis hidden forever. Even if he miraculously could keep him there for the next two years until graduation, Sebastian knew MC was too smart to be fooled for that long. They would realize cracks in his story. Besides, is not like he wanted to be Ominis for much longer.

The blindness, the body, the voice. He missed the scarn in his laugh and the control in his snickers that could make any of his competitors at the Crossed Wands tremble. He missed his less long limbs, feeling much more confident in them. He missed his sight, how much subtlety he could catch from those around him in a split second. Something Ominis could do but must have taken years to master. He would have some moments as himself, usually at night, when the Polyjuice potion was unnecessary – who would wake up countless times during the night just for a sip? Besides, how many more batches would one need if doing so? – then he would refamiliarize himself with his body, just to miss it again in the morning.

He'd soon return to being Sebastian. After Anne had been cured by MC. And, hopefully, far away from Hogwarts. Sebastian supposed that was the hardest part for him. Leaving Anne and Hogwarts behind. He had already mourned the loss of Ominis and MC, and a future they could’ve had together. He had already accepted they were not his friends anymore. Much less family. If anything, a part of him still desired revenge for their betrayal. All possible residual affections for them completely burnt by the flames of rage. But Anne.

She wouldn’t be alone, Sebastian knew. Even if his relationship with Ominis had been completely consumed by hatred, he knew Anne and Ominis were still close. He knew he’d take care of Anne. He would not have been able to cure her – this was Sebastian’s responsibility – but he’d never let her be alone. Completely alone. No matter how much he might come to hate Sebastian. That’s simply what kind of friend Ominis was. And Hogwarts.

The home away from home. Where Sebastian had spent so much time and learnt so much. Where he made friends and, also, enemies. Where he might have gotten in trouble a bit too many times, but also where he could bask in the light of forgiveness just as many. He’d miss the library, the dorms, and the Undercroft. He wouldn’t miss Peeves very much, however. That damned poltergeist. Hogwarts was the place where he found himself as a young man and as a wizard. Where he was blessed with Salazar Slytherin’s scriptorium and his secrets. Where he had found himself within the dark arts. And, likely, the place he was going to be expelled from.

Sebastian left the dorms that Saturday morning still in that awfully joyful mood – as any student would have described – stopping at the Great Hall to pack some breakfast and left for his first stop of the day. He checked to see if MC was anywhere in the Great Hall, Ominis’ wand searching carefully, but found nothing. He responded to a couple of good mornings and prepared a proper sandwich before leaving in an almost skip – one that Ominis would have had goosebumps hearing. Today was the day MC had agreed to come with him visit Anne and heal her. He remembered how nerve-wrecking it was to convince them.

MC had responded to his provocations on that day in a manner he was not expecting. With impatience and urgency. MC had always been calm and very gentle when dealing with Ominis, even more when Sebastian had spun them a self-loathing narrative. But something about their tone had made him himself antsy, hushing their conversation to its climax and pushing his real intentions a bit earlier in than he had intended. But it didn't matter, right? He got what he wanted. Even if MC did sound reluctant, they accepted helping. They were never someone to go back on their word. They were not going to start now. Not with the man they loved.

Sebastian approached the empty wall on the Astronomy Wing and the room of requirement door appeared. He heard the stone changing into wood and touched the hinges, opening it up. He stepped inside. Sebastian closed and heard the door locking behind himself. This room is made to keep Ominis hidden and provide to his most basic necessities. “It’ll soon end.” He voiced his thoughts out loud. Steps were heard from the other side of the tiny room, near the bath, approaching unsure.

“Oh really?” Ominis responded in sarcasm.

Sebastian smiled to no one in particular and walked towards the bed upon noticing Ominis at a safe distance. He put the sandwich bag on top of it while humming and nodded. “Aren’t you excited?”

“Excited, Sebastian?” Ominis scoffed. “For all I know you could be playing a trick on me.”

“I’m not. I mean it. Soon you’ll be seeing the walls of the Slytherin common room, not here.” Sebastian announced excitedly, as if he was announcing the best reward one could get. The walls at the Slytherin common room were much better than the ones at this tiny room, but it didn’t matter since Ominis could not see any of those. He rolled his eyes still unbelieving of Sebastian’s promise.

However, his nose caught the scent of something different. Ham. Cheese. Ominis felt his mouth drool. It’s been weeks… no, months, since he had anything but bread to eat. Could Sebastian be telling the truth? A meal to celebrate? Or was he bringing something different, tasty, to trick him? To poison him? Ominis felt his whole-body freeze in place, unsure of how to act. A prey ready for the attack of a predator. Sebastian realized the other man had stopped breathing and tilted his head to listen carefully.

“Ominis?” He called. He heard no thump, no gasp. Ominis could not have fainted, nor felt light-headed, nor hurt himself in those short seconds. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Is that a ham and cheese sandwich?” Ominis asked cautiously, his voice a couple octaves higher.

“Yes!” Sebastian laughed. That hearty laugh that Ominis used to love listening to. His heart stopped and he gulped, frowning so unsure of what was going on. “I told you; we are celebrating. This whole suffering will end very soon.” Sebastian walked away from the bed, leaning against the opposite wall, giving space for Ominis to approach the bed and the sandwich.

He did so. Slowly. Unsure steps were taken to the side of the bed, where he touched around until he found the packaging and the sandwich laying there. He felt around a bit more just to make sure this wasn’t a trap. Sebastian could hear the rustling and no chewing, so he chuckled.

“You know, if I wanted to poison you, I would have done it much earlier.”

“Shut up.” Ominis said. Sebastian laughed hearty again. And that weird feeling crept upon Ominis’ heart. He felt a shiver start brewing at the bottom of his spine.

He sat down near the sandwich and took it in his hands. He took a bite. A small one. Maybe he didn’t poison it but put something disgusting there. A prank, yes! But no. There was nothing. It was just a delicious, blissful, magnific ham and cheese sandwich.

“Good?” Sebastian asked upon hearing some chewing. “I should have gotten you some chocolate too.” He continued while taking a seat on the ground, still far from Ominis.

Ominis felt his eyes burn. Then his cheeks became wet. He held the sandwich away from him in his right hand and with his left he felt his cheek to realize he was crying. He bit the bread again. The salty taste of ham, with the sweetness of the cheese and the blandness of the white bread. Another tear silently escaping from his eye. He could feel his stomach growl, but he wondered if he was crying because of the hunger. Or because sitting there in half-silence with Sebastian made him remember all the times they were just like this. One of them eating and the other doing homework. Together, in silence.

It felt nostalgic. It felt safe. But if there was one thing Ominis was sure was that he was not safe. With that Sebastian right then in front of him, he’d never be safe. Never again. The previous version didn’t exist anymore. A version where it was normal to sit quietly and enjoy each other’s company. This was the only Sebastian left. The one that kidnaps his friend and tricks his other into falling for him. This was the reality of Sebastian now. And probably forever. Ominis could feel in his core that Sebastian had matured into this version and would likely remain like this permanently. He’d done far too many unforgivable things to return to that amicable, lovely young man he used to be.

Ominis could hear the same hearty laugh that he could distinguish even if it came from his own voice, but he knew that it simply just didn’t belong to his Sebastian. It belonged to a different one. A Sebastian that he once thought was lost to the dark arts, but maybe had actually found himself in them. Sebastian could tell him with all the joy of the world that he should be happy because this captivity would end, but the sorrow would remain. The damage had been done. If anything, Ominis was the one feeling lost. He didn't have Sebastian anymore. He had no idea what he was planning and was likely succeeding in doing – that was the only explanation for letting him go so suddenly, that he completed his plan –, and what it meant for his own future.

He felt defeated. He might being set free but was that really the ending to his suffering? Wasn’t that only the beginning of a different kind of pain? He’d have to mourn the loss of a friend that wasn’t even dead. A friend that decided to leave. To turn evil. To choose the dark arts above his loved ones. Above him. His family. Sebastian always said they were family – in moments of despair and quietness, always in a shy whisper, but that never made it any less powerful. A family that would never make him suffer such as the Gaunts did. But he was wrong. They both tortured Ominis. Just in different manners.

Halfway through the sandwich, Ominis devoured it almost in one bite. Hungry, tired, and wanting Sebastian to leave. His former friend, now worst nightmare, continued watching him eat. He stood up with a chuckle when he heard Ominis choke on the dry bread. He grabbed the cup he would give him water on and conjured some, offering it to Ominis. He grabbed his hand gently, to which Ominis – still choking – tried to push away. Sebastian insisted and put the cup on his hand. Ominis gulped the water and the other stepped away.

“Alright. I’ll be going. Next time you see me we likely won’t have such a nice exchange. So, goodbye Ominis.” Sebastian said, his voice light and still friendly, slowly opining the door. Ominis frowned feeling there was more to come. “It’s a shame you were such a bad friend in the end.” He finished darkly, resentment dripping from his tone. He closed the door quickly.

Ominis felt a surge of rage and threw the glass against the door followed by a scream that he guessed Sebastian couldn’t hear. This wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this. But, how dare he? Such a bad friend? Ominis had done everything he could to keep him safe. Sane. Unharmed. And Sebastian kept testing the line to see how far he could go. He crossed it. Ominis didn't let him. If anything, he tried to stop him. Again. And again. So many times. He was right. His Sebastian was gone. A shadow of him was left, completely corrupted by the dark arts. And impossible to be recovered.

Ominis’ tears now streamed down his face violently. Sobs echoed through the room’s high ceilings. He covered his face with his hands and tucked his knees against his chest, sitting farther onto the bed, back pressed against the cold wall. His feet were bare against the thin fabric of the sheets, safer there than on the shards of glass on the floor. Shards he couldn’t see. He sobbed onto his hands for what felt like eternity. He wondered if he wouldn’t dry out like a raisin. He felt the delicious sandwich, which he wished was a peace offering, come back to say hello. He tried to calm himself down, controlling his breathing and closing his eyes. He thought about MC. Their voice, their hands, their scent. He wondered if Sebastian meant it. Was freedom waiting for him? Or was Sebastian just playing with his heart? With his hope? Would he ever see MC again? That feeling of defeat returned in a new wave of sobs. He swore he’d cried more than then when he was made to use the cruciatus curse. Or maybe just equally as much.

He felt his shoulders tremble and slump, suddenly his resignation happening. He couldn’t bring himself to believe in Sebastian. He promised his suffering was ending but that their next meeting was going to be a harsh one. Maybe he’d kill him. Finish his misery. Then, yes, his suffering would end. Just not on the way he’d prefer. He felt himself giving up amongst his tears. He felt helpless, all this time waiting for MC to find him. Trusting they would never give up on him.

And yet, Sebastian was out there fooling them. Ominis believed they were smarter, that their instinct would tell them something was wrong. But until then, he remained lost. Lost to MC. Lost to Hogwarts. And now he was also becoming lost to himself. Ominis deep down hoped that MC would not stop looking for him. Because he needed them. He was sure they were the only ones that could find them. Ominis needed MC. Now more than ever.

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MC couldn’t avoid noticing how chirpy and happy Ominis’ had been the past couple of days. They had tried to approach him to ask for more time so as to investigate the room of requirement thoroughly, but his excitement was so palpable that they felt wrong in breaking it. So, they had visited the empty wall as much as they could between classes and whenever Ominis was somewhat busy – he was so distracted with his own joy that he had finally given MC some space. However, they hadn’t been able to figure out a time where the room was empty. Whoever was also using it, was in the room all the time. All. The. Time.

And that Saturday morning was no different. MC was able to avoid Ominis’ skipping figure at the Great Hall during breakfast, arriving to eat just after he’d left. They took their time hoping he’d find himself busy soon and left for the room of requirement half an hour later. But they weren’t very lucky. Upon crossing the suspension bridge, Ominis was coming the other way. They felt a chill run down their spine, unsure if then would be a good time to meet him. But the boy only smiled at them, tilting his head towards their direction, clearly having noticed MC. They couldn’t escape. Ominis called out to them in an unbearably happy mood.

“It seems you’re still very excited, Ominis.” MC pointed out with a giggle, trying to shake off their nerves. He giggled to them in return.

“Of course, we have something amazing to do today.” He smiled toothy. “About that, would at lunch work fine for you? We could eat something at the Three Broomsticks on the way to Feldcroft. Anne said the girls she’s staying with wanted to have lunch with her today. Not sure why bother since we’ll be coming around, but it would be rude of her to deny them. So, it’s just us for lunch.” He said slightly frowning his brows, clearly bothered but unwilling to elaborate. MC nodded.

“That’s f– fine. Should work for me.” They responded knowing full well they could no longer convince him to postpone the whole ordeal, but still not wanting to go through with it. They simply HAD to get inside the room of requirement today. Ominis smiled at them very sweetly.

“Great. I’ll pick you up–”

“No. It’s– it’s fine. We can meet up at Hogwarts North Exit and Floo together.” MC suggested to a frowning Ominis. They would likely be trying to open the room of requirement until the last second and didn’t want Ominis to find them there. They tried to convince him. “It should be faster than wondering the halls to find each other, I have some studying to catch up on with Natty so...” His face softened and he smiled understanding.

“You’re right. That way we won’t lose time walking around the castle.” He agreed. “I’ll see you there? At noon?”

“Of course.” MC agreed, succeeding in sounding half as enthusiastic as him. But that’d do. Ominissmiled at them again before brushing past, his hand touching theirs long enough for their fingers to interlock during a split second. A gesture MC would have fawned over if they didn’t have their minds racing with a thousand and one suspicions about Ominis.

They picked up their pace and continued their path, determined to open the room of requirement before lunch. They stood in front of the empty wall for what felt like an hour. MC paced from a side to another – a Sebastian quirk they picked up – and thought. Whatever was hiding there they needed to know.

There was no way the room was in use twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, right? If so, that meant someone had to be living inside there. And not be attending lectures. Unless their lectures were exactly the same as MCs, since they had visited during a free period the day prior. But if that was the case, they would likely be in need of living quarters. So, MC closed their eyes and thought about needing such. They heard nothing, so thought harder. The need for a bed, a toilet, a bath. Maybe some entertainment such as a bookshelf and a table for doing their assignments. They opened one eye, checking anxiously, to see an empty wall. MC huffed. They needed to have access to that room. If not to have alone time to think, to figure out this mystery. It was simply bothering them too much.

They wondered if they could perhaps need whatever was on the other side. Not the need the room was fulfilling but perhaps the person that was using the room. That way the room would have to offer them access to reach that person, no? Then at least MC could ask them about this nonsense of using the room all the time. Perhaps even offer assistance if they were hiding in the room from something dangerous. Of course, after they’d dealt with Ominis and Anne. MC tried again. They closed their eyes thinking about their need. The need to find whatever was on the other side, inside the room of requirement. The need to reach the person hiding inside. MC heard the stone turn into wood.

MC opened their eyes and smiled brightly as they saw the intricate designs of the door appear from the stone wall. The heavy wooden door showed itself for them finally attending to their need. To reach the person hiding inside. MC breathed in and out to shake off their nerves. They had no idea what kind of person was inside. They could be friend or foe. Could be a danger or be in danger. They needed to be prepared for anything. MC took their wand on their right hand and with their left held the handle, opening the door slowly.

They got inside a tiny room, glass shards crunching under their feet. They heard a squeal before they actually saw them. Rather, him. Horror filled MC’s expression before they fully understood what they were seeing. They could feel all the blood draining from their face as their eyes travelled through the room, absorbing the cold state of inhospitality, and rested on the cornered figure, curled on top of the bed in disarray.

The room was all made of the same stone from the corridor, both the walls and the floor. On the dim light of a skylight, it looked bluish and dark. The tall ceilings and the heavy wooden entrance door were an impractical contrast enormously standing in that tiny room. No larger than a four squared metre chamber. It had the simple amenities: a single bed with thin linen stripped sheets against the wall to the left of the entrance door, a toilet right in front of it and a claw feet white bath on the far end of the room by the bed’s feet.

MC had considered earlier such needs for someone staying there constantly, but they also considered other needs that clearly weren’t being met. Entertainment for a sane mind, for example. The room was tidy. Unwelcoming and cold. But tidy. If not, however, for the glass shards on the entrance near the bed. A danger considering the figure trying to make themselves smaller on the bed was not wearing shoes, they noted.

They also realized he feared them. MC approached him cautiously, unsure. They could feel tears start to emerge on the back of their throat. MC had recognized him. The person they had needed on the other side of the door. With a white shirt that seemed larger on his wrists than it must have been before. Dress pants, but no socks. MC had noticed his shoes rested near the bath, clearly not been worn for a while. Unnecessary to someone that probably didn’t leave that room in some time. In months, they realized. The tears threatening to fall, a hiccup caught on their throat. MC released a shaky breath.

Ominis looked up from his curled position, hugged knees tightly close to his chest and head hanging in between them. His eyes searched around, finally realizing whoever came into the room mustn’t be Sebastian. MC inhaled shakily in a gasp. Ominis’ cheeks had sunken quite a bit from the figure they would see every day, his high cheekbones very prominent in his angular face. He had deep bags under his eyes, indicating his suffering in that horrid room, and his lips were chapped. His hair was somewhat in place, but without proper care they were bristle and frizzy, falling out of place in strands. He tilted his face sideways, turning his ear towards MC intending to hear them better.

“Oh, Ominis…” They whispered, unsure if they were seeing a nightmare, perhaps a defence mechanism of the room of requirement for whoever was using it to keep people away, or if it was real. It couldn’t possibly be real, right? They had just departed from Ominis. And they were going to see him later that day. He was fine, healthy, joyful. Almost unbearably. There was no way he could be living in the room of requirement in these conditions, right? RIGHT?

Ominis didn’t let MC’s thoughts wonder too much. His face turned towards them quickly, his eyes were unsure but hopeful and a frown had settled so deep that Sebastian would’ve joked about it in the past. He unfurled himself and slowly approached MC. They let go of the door to the room, that closed behind them and locked. But they were both distracted trying to figure each other out. Ominis straightened his back, moving to an almost kneeling position on the bed, slowly approaching the end of it. MC shook their head, not wanting to believe their eyes.

If that was Ominis and not some illusion or magic trick, perhaps even a Boggart, that meant MC had failed in finding him. That whoever was impersonating him had successfully convinced them that he’d come out of captivity when in fact he was still there, suffering. Alone. And MC was frolicking, snogging a fake Ominis. Merlin’s beard. MC had played right into this person’s hand. And so miserably doomed Ominis to whatever torture staying here was for him. How could they be so naïve? How could they have not doubted more, searched more, questioned more? How could they had not trusted their intuition? MC put a hand on top of their mouth trying to choke a sob that they simply couldn’t control.

He reached the end of the bed and froze for a moment recognizing their voice. Ominis’ face relaxed for a split second before returning to his inquisitive, serious look. As if he was doubting his own ears. He had to, afterall he’d imagine MC showing up too many times. He had imagined MC in pain too many times. He had to be certain this was real. “MC” He called. Tears now rolled freely, hazing MC’s vision.

They couldn’t respond, scared they would break into uncontrollable sobs, so they just nodded violently and choked a couple of “Mmhmm Mmhmm”. Ominis’ eyes widened and he tried to close their distance, try to touch them, to make their presence physical and thus more real. But MC screamed.

“NO! No, Ominis!” He froze, one knee on the bed and his other foot almost touching the floor. “There’s a lot of glass on the floor. You’ll cut yourself.” They explained to which Ominis seated back on his knee and started crying.

His tears were silent, but this time he knew exactly why he was crying. He missed that. To be cared so nonchalantly, so casually. As if it was the most natural thing to be done. To not have to try to pry and force out of someone the little bit left of care they had for him. That Sebastian had for him. And that he knew Sebastian stopped having for him. He felt safe. As if everything was now going to be alright. As if he was finally being rewarded for hoping. For trusting in MC. He felt like he was suddenly able to breathe again. No need to worry, to question. No more voices to battle, sensations to avoid. MC was there. Finally. And together they were going to be able to get through this. He was no longer lost. He was found.

MC repaired with magic the cup those glass shards belonged to and settled it aside, wiping their tears away although new ones continued to replace them. They reached towards Ominis’ sobbing figure. He shook slightly, his shoulders going up and down when MC put their arms around him. They felt him sigh and choke on a giggle, his sobs too strong to be contained. MC was real. And Ominis was real too. Maybe too real, MC thought.

Their arms held his back, tracing his spine too prominent for comfort under his thin white shirt. MC rubbed circles with their right hand, while their left travelled to his shoulder where they held and squeezed slightly. There, with their thumb resting against his collarbone, they could feel his bones and the dryness of his skin. Ominis arms wiggled between them, finding MC’s mid-back, and interlacing his hands there. He pulled MC towards his body, as close as he could, trying to make sure that, yes, they were there. They sobbed together for a moment, embraced in the warmth of each other. Ominis seeking the realness of hope and MC the comfort of truth.

Until their hiccups had calmed down and the tears had started to dry, they both made sure the other was safely guarded within their arms. Ominis sighed shakily onto the crook of MC’s neck, and they slowly moved away to observe Ominis’ expression. Their hands travelled to his face, wiping the tear’s trails and to cup his cheeks. He smiled weakly at the soft touch and closed his eyes. Another shaky breath scaped him, a sudden tiredness weighting heavily in his bones. He wanted to rest. Properly rest. But first, he needed to hold Sebastian accountable.

Ominis opened his eyes with a determined look. His lips pressed thinly, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. His cloudy eyes burrowed so deeply into MC’s that they wondered if he could see them. He took a deep breath, calmly. MC could feel the mood change and his conviction emerge. They braced themselves for what was to come.

“It was Sebastian.” Ominis weak voice confirmed MC’s suspicions.

They were transported to a couple nights prior. Sebastian’s voice coming from Ominis’ bed. Then, to their certainty that the Ominis they had been interacting with was a carefully curated version of him created in an angry rant by someone who knew him very well. At last, to the incident at Sebastian’s bed – he must have forgotten he was using Ominis’ face. MC was fooled.

“He’s been pretending to be you. Ominis’… I– ” MC confirmed, unsure how to apologize.

“I know. He visits me as myself.” MC mouth gaped. “You couldn’t have known. Sebastian’s clever. And no one knows me better than him.” Ominis said flashing them a soft smile. His expression turned somber. “I’m sorry about the things he’s done to you while you thought you were with me.”

MC felt their face flush. Sebastian had told Ominis about their encounters. Romantic encounters. How could he? How dared he? Even if he was using them, those moments were private. For an unsuspected MC, they meant something. They felt their eyes burn with a new string of tears but held them back. They had confessed in good faith. Even if it was to the wrong person, how could he use that against them? Against Ominis. The heat of shame quickly became anger. They couldn’t know which encounter he had boasted about but could imagine why. To taunt Ominis. To provoke him. To make him say whatever he wanted to know. Perhaps Anne’s location. Or perhaps just to make them suffer. Why was he doing this?

“Why?” MC asked painedly. Ominis cupped their face with his hands, trying to comfort them this time.

“Because we have betrayed him. We decided to turn him in. It was the right thing to do. The most painful, but the right thing, nonetheless. And he heard us.” Ominis assured, a painful tone in his whisper. “So, he’s decided to forsake us for his task. Of curing Anne, I presume.” He concluded. MC nodded.

“We’ve planned to go there today. At lunch. I’m to cure her with my ancient magic. For you… rather, for him. Since he’s you right now.” MC confirmed bitterly.

“Isn’t there a price for that?” Ominis asked, concern in his face.

“I’m not entirely sure. I don’t even know if it’s going to work. I couldn’t really get out of saying no… wait, you don’t know how it works? The pensive, Isidora?” MC asked. Ominis shook his head, frowning. “Of course! He never told you about it. He’s Sebastian, he simply knew of it because he was there. So, he asked me to do this knowing it isn’t completely safe... I’m such a fool.” MC lamented, moving away from Ominis. He reached out at them again, this time firmly grasping their shoulder and face. He tried to look into their eyes.

“You’re not. Sebastian had the knowledge of himself and the persuasion of your affections for me. In your position, I would have been convinced just as easily.” Ominis guaranteed, certainty in his voice. MC couldn’t help but feel a blush creep into their faces, maybe that meant Ominis also had affections for them. The real Ominis. They shook their head and nodded.

“You’re right. Now’s not the time to feel sorry for us. We need to stop him.”

“Precisely.” Ominis agreed. MC quickly stood up, Ominis’ grasp having absolutely no effect on them, ready to leave the room and face Sebastian.

They knew where he was going to be soon. Knew he was strong, and he’d likely have no fear in using Unforgivables, but it didn’t matter. MC was the best duellist in Crossed Wands, even better than Sebastian – the second best. They had faced trolls, poachers, and Ashwinders so Unforgivables weren’t something that scared them. Plus, they had ancient magic. They could easily defeat Sebastian. But could they?

He might have done terrible things but MC hadn’t actively seen him torturing anyone so it would be hard to imagine him being the monster he really was if he tried to play the victim. Those brown amicable eyes swearing he’d never done anything bad. He’d also be using Ominis’ face, thus attacking him would certainly make them hesitate and that hesitation could be their doom if Sebastian assumed a fatal offensive position. And, even worse, what if they could actually fight him?

If they could visualize all the pain he had caused Ominis, by looking at the evidence of starvation and psychological torture, or remember believing all the manipulation and, quite frankly, non-consensual relations he kept with them, would they be able to control their rage? Would they be able to bind Sebastian and arrest them, or would they simply end him there? Could MC be sure they themselves wouldn’t use an Unforgivable at him out of anger? But MC didn’t have to fight against the desire to have mercy or obliterate Sebastian, because Ominis made that decision for them.

“Not like that.” Ominis called, almost as if he could hear their thoughts. He stood and approached MC carefully. “We tried taking matters into our hands and this spiralled out of control, I think we should ask for help this time.” Ominis concluded. MC looked at him confused. “Take me to Professor Weasley.” He asked in an almost commanding tone, if he didn’t have that always soft manner to which he addressed MC. They nodded.

MC made him put his shoes and made Ominis hold their arm as they guided him to Professor Weasley’s office, casting a disillusionment spell on both of them so as to not be noticed. They moved swiftly and in silence through the corridors, slowly enough so the weak long legs of Ominis could follow. MC, being so close, could hear him heavy breathing. This was probably the most walking he’s done in months. But when they tried to stop, so he could catch his breath, Ominis urged them to continued. It was almost lunch. They had no time to waste.

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Sebastian crossed his hands behind his back, swinging front and back on his feet unable to contain his excitement. It was lunch time, and he was waiting for MC to show up on the Hogwarts North exit, right by the Floo powder. The other students avoided him, troubled by his overly excited mood. There was a small smile in his lips and his mind couldn’t help but continue wandering. Soon he’d be on his way to meet Anne. After many months, after the disastrous fight with his uncle, after her disappearance. Finally, he’d see Anne again. And everything would be put back into place. Of course, it wouldn’t be the same as it once was, but completing his quest of curing her was already a triumph that would allow him to rest easy.

But that meeting would be one made in secret. At least on his part. Anne would never know that Sebastian had visited her. Well, that is, if he was able to contain himself. He’d spent the whole morning wondering if he’d be able to, how he’d not act as Sebastian and maintain his Ominis’ façade. He feared that upon being around Anne he would not be able to control his urge to embrace her and not let go. To reminisce and plan for the future. To ramble for hours on end. Even more, he feared she’d realize he was not Ominis. His mannerisms, his tone of voice, his speech. No one knew Sebastian better than Ominis. And Anne. His twin.

He was scared he’d slip up but figured that the risk was infinitely small compared to the chance he had to cure Anne. She could hate him all she’d like – forever even – but he’d cure her. He’d free her of all that pain and suffering. He only had to fool her long enough for MC to work their magic. Sebastian didn’t want to believe Anne would disapprove of his methods, but he’d seen her look of disappointment before. On the catacombs, holding Solomon’s dead body. So, he knew she would not like his arrangement. He didn’t even expect her to be grateful. No matter. As long as she was safe.

He asked himself again and again if he was early or if MC was late, impatient to be on his merry way. Wishing quietly he had a pocket watch and the sight to read it. He took Ominis’ wand and twirled it in his hands finding his former friend’s habit quite calming. He closed his eyes feeling the rare sun kiss his cheeks and he thought about Ominis. The real one. Crying alone in the room of requirement. He felt a burning sensation on his chest that he mistakenly thought for a second to be pity.

Sebastian realized it was anger and questioned himself if he could feel any pity for his former friend. He had decided to abandon him. To leave Ominis as a happy childhood memory. Nostalgic and in the past. Because the Ominis of today was a traitor. Undeserving of pity. He scoffed to himself, upset at his own thoughts. If Ominis was useful to something was to convince MC. Their feelings for him were one day something that would’ve bothered Sebastian deeply. Even made him jealous. But today it was simply profitable. A convenient tool. And a delicious distraction too.

He licked his lips mid-chuckle. Thanks to those feelings, he was able to secure a cure for Anne and a good time. Sure, he had to work hard for that – Ominis and his damned etiquette. But their feelings were strong even before Sebastian started to encourage them. Clearly, not strong enough for them to realize anything, Sebastian thought darkly. It was stupid for them to share such a powerful bond of trust – so powerful to decide Sebastian’s fate together – if it was not strong enough to see through the lies, the manipulation, and the deception he had orchestrated. Rather, think they shared a powerful bond. MC never even realized they were snogging a fake Ominis.

Sebastian was awoken from his daydreaming by whispers. Small groups of students walking around the grounds ahead of him formed, moving slowly, and grouping into larger ones. He tilted his head towards the ground, his ear trying to catch any actual words from the whispers. But the grounds were considerable and the students avoiding him made sure to stay far away. Finally, he heard Professor Weasley’s voice, calling out something he couldn’t distinguish to Professor Sharp that only agreed. This must be what was causing the turmoil, he thought.

Two professors walking together must have meant someone was in deep trouble. He smirked to himself wondering if Weasley had caused a ruckus with a new potion or if there might have had some sort of fight somewhere on the grounds. Perhaps an accident at the flying class area, where students practiced in their brooms even outside of school hours. He held in a chuckle just imagining what type of scolding the poor bastard those professors were looking for was in for today. He turned around, not wanting to be associated in any way, shape, or form. He had important matters to attend today. Could not get into any trouble.

“Petrificus totalus!” Professor Weasley’s voice shouted, and Sebastian felt his body become heavy. He fell onto the ground with a thud, unable to stop his fall or to understand what was going on. Was he attacked by Professor Weasley?

He tried to feel around for his wand, but he had been disarmed. Worse. He genuinely couldn’t move. He could feel his eyes wondering, but with Ominis’ vision he was completely blind. No magic to help. His mind started racing. What was going on? Why had they used the Full Body-Bind spell on him? Had he done something? Oh, he had. Many things. But had they figured it out? How?

“This must be him.” Sebastian heard Professor Weasley say from a much closer position. He tried to move around but couldn’t.

“Students, please, continue with your day. There is nothing to see here.” Professor Sharp announced to the other students. Sebastian tried to talk, but his voice only came out muffled.

“You’ll have time to defend yourself, Sebastian.” Professor Weasley said in response, her voice stern but carrying pity. That there enraged Sebastian who tried with all his might to move around, free himself and even talk. Professor Sharp approached with a sigh, and they heard two distinguished cracks. Apparating.

“Right on time.” Professor Sharp said sarcastically. He moved towards the two new figures that were whispering to each other within earshot, so Sebastian was able to hear them.

“Yes, we’re to collect him. Hogwarts has already informed the Ministry but since he’s a pureblood, Headmaster Black insisted this to be arranged carefully.” A woman’s voice said discreetly in a whisper.

“Pureblood or not, he’s likely going to Azkaban. Killing his uncle with an Unforgivable and torturing his friend. Oh, and don’t let me forget the impersonating. Of a Gaunt, nonetheless! This Sebastian Sallow is unhinged.” A man’s voice responded in a half-whisper dripping indignation.

They had figured out. How? They knew everything. How? They knew about Solomon. How? They knew about Ominis being captive. How? They knew about the Polyjuice potion and pretending to be Ominis. How? He had enough time to think about this repeating question while one of the professors levitated him and the other rushed to the two aurors to hush them. He wasn’t sure who. They were likely taking him to the Headmaster’s office. He could only hope they were not parading him. Knowing Professor Weasley’s discretion, he was likely disillusioned. Too many sensations and angry feelings to have properly noticed.

The four of them and Sebastian’s levitating paralyzed body stopped at the opened Headmaster’s office door. And he heard introductions being made. Mrs. Stannis, auror. Mr. Rondor, auror. MC, student. Ominis Gaunt, student. Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat. All these thoughts about their bond not being strong enough completely forgotten. MC had found Ominis and freed him. While he waited like a fool for them to arrive. A beautiful date in the Three Broomsticks planned with a stop at Feldcroft to heal his sister on the way back. Bloody brilliant day if you’d ask him. Is that why they wanted to meet up instead of going together? Were they already suspicious? Since when? Planning something, looking for clues and answers.

Well, clearly, they found the perfect solution to their doubts. Ominis himself. The real one. He was found. And together, they had completed it. In a cruel joke of the universe, it came full circle. They completed what they had decided to do a couple months before. They turned him in. They had finished their betrayal. Sebastian was ultimately lost.

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New Fic Sneak Peak!

Y’all!! I’m launching a ✨Patreon✨ on the 1st of January (granted I’m not too hungover 😅🤞) and one of the things I’ll be posting is a longer fic with, like, a plot line & everything!

It’s called Dirty Little Secret, featuring Jeff the Killer x stripper!reader, so it’s gonna have a decent amount of smut even despite being a longer fic~

The first chapter will be free to read on my Patreon, but in the meantime, here’s a quick lil’ sneak peek of Chapter 1! Hope you enjoy~

A middle-aged woman at a table by herself finishes her drink and leaves. She passes by the spot you’re hanging around, leaving a trail of strong-smelling perfume in her wake. Your eyes trail her as she squeezes past the bouncer on her way out. You don’t expect a man to walk in at the same time that she’s leaving. And apparently, neither does she, judging by the way she bumps into him.

The impact seems to stagger her, but it doesn’t appear to affect the man in any way. If anything, it only seems to annoy him. You can’t clearly make out his expression with the hood pulled over his head, but his shoulders stiffen, and his form becomes more rigid. It’s almost like it sets him on edge. Neither of them acknowledges it much beyond that, either way. The woman brushes it off and leaves, while the man approaches the bouncer, pulls out a wad of cash, and pays the entrance fee with a hefty tip, by the looks of it.

Your curiosity is piqued. Not only by the man’s strange demeanor, but also by just the sheer amount of money he seems to be carrying on himself. Maybe staying until the end of the night would be worth your while, after all.

You watch as he makes his way through the establishment and finds a seat at one of the darker edges of the room. He sits far from the stage, which also isn’t a common occurrence among patrons. In fact, he almost doesn’t seem interested in the show. He keeps his head down, concealing his face in the shadows while his hands busy themselves with something in the pocket of his hoodie.

Part of you wonders if whatever he’s toying with is a cause for concern. But then again, he’s probably not the only patron carrying a potentially lethal weapon, if he even does have one. Still, you hang back and watch him for a few more seconds, just to scope him out a bit longer before approaching.

He doesn’t seem to settle in his seat after a few moments, nor does he seem to relax. He almost looks… agitated. He keeps bouncing his leg, and never once does he look up–not even to ogle the dancers. It doesn’t look like he wants anything to do with this place.

You’re beyond intrigued. You haven’t seen this man before, and you’ve never quite seen a client act this way, not even the fresh-faced nervous first-timers. You want to walk up to him and chat him up a bit, but you don’t know if that’s the best idea. Drug deals, assaults, gang fights–anything can and does go down in strip clubs. You’ve always considered yourself fortunate enough to work at a relatively safe, well-guarded establishment, but these places have a reputation, nonetheless. They attract dangerous people like moths to a beacon...

That’s all I’m going to tease at for now, but if you’re interested in seeing more, I’ll be making a post when the Patreon is live~ Tysm for the support, I’m super excited for this launch, and I hope y’all are too!! ❤❤

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alright i only just noticed you had a tumblr and felt obligated to say something so

i just want to say that i’m a huge fan of your writing and works, and have been for years. i first found out about your stuff back in november or december 2020 (??) a little bit after I Threw Glass At My Friend's Eyes and Now I'm On Probation was first published, since i had been absolutely in love with tombur at the time and scavenging the ao3 tag 24/7 to see if anything new came out, and i was instantly hooked. i have so much to say about it and no way to put it into words, but the whole general concept surrounding it is so interesting and alluring, everytime a new chapter was posted and i’d read right until the end and then it’d be stuck lingering in my mind for literal days on end. every cliffhanger that was left had me so excited for what was next, excited to see whether wilbur would finally be confronted or not. the fic meant and still means so much to me, it’s taken up so long of my life to the point that its probably something i’ll still remember even when i stop consuming poppy or mcyt content. i’ve been so obsessed with the fic that the song it’s based off of was quite literally my #1 song of 2021 all because of it, and was within my top 100 this year too. i’m legitemately grateful for you writing it, because it both got me into Destroy Boys and gave me so much joy for so long.

this is more an amalgamation of me rambling about how much it means to me, so i apologize about how cluttered and disorganized it is, but thank you for writing. your stuff has helped me with a lot of my life ♥️

i’m gonna cry. i hope u understand that i just finished the chapter today because of this. i literally wrote through a wake at church because of the motivation this gave me. is that bad? probably. but the entire family hated the guy anyways

thank you, you specifically as well as everyone who has stuck around, for, well… sticking around i guess. for leaving me comments, asks, messages, friend requests, texts (to those of u ik well), for motivating me.

it’s been over a YEAR since i updated. and even then, by april 2021, updates were very few and far between. so truly no NEW chapters have really come out and when they do it’s ~1,200 words every three months. but y’all still check in, and not only that, LEAVE COMMENTS. even though it’s been silence since october 23rd, 2021 (i missed oct 22 like an idiot last year AND this year), you guys come back. thank you. it’s been TWO YEARS since the release and i’m no where near done and i’m so sorry to any of you who care enough.

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but thank you everyone for checking in, offering help, reading, helping me brainstorm. thank you rad, even though we don’t talk much anymore i have u on snap and i still message u time to time. thank u fello, for being amazing and always supporting me, constantly my #1 supporter and lover. Tater, my love who i message at least once a week, idk where id be without u. and all those “anti”s from 2020 i still talk to to this day, i passed my psych test w a 67% 🦅‼️🙏

i’m blasted. this is long. i had a shit day today, with church and my family being a shit show, and this really made me pick up my head and do what i always do: say “fuck it, we ball” and keep moving on.

so fuck it, we ball, thank you anon.

ANYWAYS here’s some church shit from today i found funny

[punkscowardschampions]

Jali Pt.2

Ali: [I’m dying at the parallel but also how completely different it is because of course, this girl doesn’t know all of that obviously but we’re buzzing because we want to be with you so this is everything we wanted and probably did not expect ‘let me be yours’]

Johnny: [I HAD to because that’s EVERYTHING and who am I if I don’t do these things, likewise soz Ali cos you probs will pass out but he is gonna have to hook up with you again rn immediately because it’s the only acceptable response, and struggle even harder to pull out than he did the first time because !!]

Ali: [you 1000% will have to which I’m sure has not happened to you yet so there’s another first but there’s no way in which you would not because you’re already so far gone]

Johnny: [keep her from falling off this bike and injuring herself more than she already has with these antics thank you, boy, we’re being too kind to y’all saying you aren’t being discovered by anyone but Ali deserves to lead a charmed life in that respect when we’ve surrounded her by death, let a bitch live]

Ali: [imagine, we’re already dazed enough without actually waking up on the cold hard ground about it, just looking at him when we come ‘round like you’re still here, looking down because he would have had to cum on you if he had to hold you whilst pulling out, playing with that between your fingers before tasting it]

Johnny: [when you’re just looking at her and stroking her hair softly like you would if she was casually asleep and didn’t know about it, not this boy caught being soft haha, have to just immediately pretend that didn’t happen and watch her other antics]

Ali: [we know how soft you are boy but we’re never going to tease you for it because it isn’t something you should be ashamed of in our opinion obvs, you are welcome for the distraction in how accidentally feral we’re being when we just wanted to see what it feels and tastes like here, also because I’m sure we were so near saying we loved you or something wild before so now we’re keeping quiet in the slightly sobered post-orgasm haze of it all lol, still giving you a little smile that’s basically like ‘you okay?’ without saying it, as if he was the one who KO’d]

Johnny: [‘we need to move ourselves’ cos again aware now that you were lucky not to get caught wilding and you should get slightly away from the scene of, getting up to re-dress himself only when he’s literally manoeuvred her hands so he knows they are holding onto something and she’s steady because also well aware she can’t move for a minute here, hence finding her clothes and putting them on her like she’s a baby, not that he’d know how to dress one, but you know, picking her up and everything, doing all the work here]

Ali: [nodding even if you then are just hugging onto this seat like you were him until he comes back to dress you because you don’t want to go but you also know you must and soon enough it’ll surely be an AM when the morning people start to show so you really do have to ‘you don’t have work, do you?’ because have not specified but hope this was done with a weekend the next day for y’all, fixing his hair for him, again, just to do it and so you don’t go full heart eyes mess at how he’s treating you right now]

Johnny: [tempted as I am to be evil and say you do have work it was likely at least thought about enough so none of you had to because Ronan would as well and nobody wants that the day after their bday when they’ve partied hard, it’s one of the few things you lads would care about so far as party planning goes, I’m sure, so shaking his head no in answer and then smiling because it makes his hair she just fixed go everywhere and that was not even his intention, sitting her properly on this bike now as fully dressed as she can be and starting it up again ‘hold proper tight to me’ cos he could feel how shaky she still was when he was dressing her and if she fell off wearing only this she’d have no skin left on her body]

Ali: [just smiling back and messing it up some more ‘I like it like this anyway’ just true, messy hair supremacy always, putting your arms tightly around his waist how you’re meant to ‘I’ll behave’ said like bants always but of course we actually mean it this time, can’t be falling off or stopping again immediately]

Johnny: [when you don’t fix your hair before driving off and just leave it because she said that, he’s in love, I’ve said it before, have a nice lil drive in silence for a while to try and process all the WILD shit that just happened]

Ali: [y’all deserve and need to chill like that or god knows we ain’t even gonna make it to this club lol, who’d’a thought you’d end up here tonight, not y’all, not us but here we are]

Johnny: [we ate and left no crumbs but he is gonna have to take her home eventually so it might as well be now, don’t mind him outing himself as having found out where she lives during the bad times when they weren’t speaking just so he could drive by there sometimes like an angsty bitch]

Ali: [I like to think this occurs to you when you’re halfway towards your house and definitely going in the right direction, you would just assume he had asked Ronan like he said he would when you were talking about your bike but that still means he really did that so you’re just like heheh, just squishing him a bit harder]

Johnny: [speaking of her bike, I think he should come back and get it later without her knowing when he inevitably can’t sleep because of everything that has occurred, and then he can work through the night/day swagging it up including new paint because what a mood, what a moment]

Ali: [LOVE that and I insist because got to continue being highkey in ways we can’t even think of because we’ve got home and you’re going to leave and we’re gutted this night has to be over]

Johnny: [again, not what I was planning going into this convo but it tracks, me here like soz your oversharing sister is dead cos you really could’ve returned the favour and had someone to tell all about this, girl Ro the absolute nun won’t wanna hear it]

Ali: [my boo says how typical of you to be dead, sweaty, god bless, you’re going to have to write about this in some way because you will be going insane if you don’t get it out somehow, for now, get off this bike and go stand in front of it so he can’t leave ‘I’d invite you in’ the but you would obviously not come in not needing to be said because you’re not that boy]

Johnny: [you could talk to her ghost if you want but unlike Ro you’ve probably outgrown that shit now, especially tonight lol, likewise if you wanna do a cali convo about it we can because even if Carly’s not still up you could vent and then either delete it before she is or let her reply when she is, but anyway, this boy here nodding his head in the direction of her front door ‘get yourself in’ like she’s just messing around out here and it isn’t valid]

Ali: [I feel like we probably wouldn’t come at you with this right now, it would seem a bit insensitive given the night you have had hun, maybe if you were drunker but by this point I’m feeling not, for now, coming back ‘round to the side to give this boy a goodnight kiss that’s obviously not quite as chaste as that sounds but is trying to be just a kiss]

Johnny: [because this boy is a contradiction, pushing her away like go inside you fool but at the same time kissing her back and making this into more of a kiss than she started]

Ali: [pulling at him like you’ll drag him in your house if he’s not careful]

Johnny: [gotta end up having the cliche makeout where she’s literally pushed up against her front door, I don’t make the rules]

Ali: [me like you’re lucky your parents are grieving/have a three year old so this is not waking them because you look like the messiest mess and this boy would have to run and we are having too much fun playing with fire to have to stop immediately at a real cockblock soz]

Johnny: [^^ that, the way has been no time but also would feel like such a long time to you already since all that happened, mcvickers would have to be canon heavy sleepers for how exhausted they’ve been lowkey their whole lives, thank god, cos yeah this is fun and games rn Alison but would NOT be if your mother saw the state of you, she literally would still have his jizz on her somewhere cos they didn’t have anything to wipe that off with]

Ali: [mhmm, like there is no explanation to be given here, we know what this is huns, still here whispering ‘come in’ between kisses like we think he will]

Johnny: [just kissing her harder like shh shh because he can’t/won’t]

Ali: [‘I’ll miss you’ putting your thumbs under the waistband of his trousers like you could honestly hookup here, kissing him more frantically ‘cos you know the clock is ticking for real]

Johnny: [it’s the way he’s going with it because he really has no self control around her ever, and hence his only tactic was to hardcore avoid her for however long haha, like they REALLY are gonna hookup here rn immediately]

Ali: [we really are putting our hands down your pants right now because have to be as shameless as we can be and have not done that yet ‘you’ll make me too loud’ ‘cos we know ourself and how we’d feel if you started banging us here]

Johnny: [we love a self-aware queen because too many characters be deluding themselves about what they are capable of on this subject lol, this boy though cannot resist putting his hand over her mouth while he LOOKS at her like true but I could keep you quiet]

Ali: [when all you’re gonna be able to see is our WIDE af eyes that are lowkey about to roll to the back of our head with how much we want this, basically falling to our knees like you could ALSO keep me quiet like this]

Johnny: [SUCH an intake of breath because for whatever reason doing this hadn’t occurred to him, my reasoning is that sir you like to be the one in control so you can stop whenever you decide it’s enough and not give girls (especially the girls you didn’t care about) power over you like that, but he’s not psychoanalysing himself that hard ever nevermind on this night and in this moment, but because she’s put the thought in his head and because it’s her he now WANTS it so much]

Ali: [just watching his face this entire time, trying to read this all, slowly helping him out of his clothes as much as he needs to be for this to happen ‘you can pin my head to the door with it’ just letting you know you can have all the control you want here]

Johnny: [‘Christ’ so quietly but with so much feeling because the girl is unbelievable, no notes]

Ali: [the way the turn-on of this setting has you being so bold for your first attempt here, truly not being quiet at all with how you’re getting even messier but in the grand scheme of things these sloppy choking sounds aren’t waking anyone]

Johnny: [me like please try and not be loud af yourself sir, I don’t feel like you are, not saying you’re Buster or Teddy levels of feral but you’re absolutely not Fraze levels of quiet, especially about this because for you it’s not the setting it’s that this almost feels like a first thanks to how he’s actually just letting her do what she wants to do and not forcing her to do things the way he would’ve in the past if he did these antics with other girls]

Ali: [we are making that hard for you without even registering because we’re here casually hypnotized with how much we’re loving doing this to you, trying to go as hard and as far as we can in every sense whilst we’re shamelessly touching ourself about it here on the cold hard ground]

Johnny: [when he doesn’t know it’s her first time doing this and she doesn’t know it’s his first time doing it like this, oh lads I love you, you can be rewarded for your efforts girl with the fact he fully and dangerously moans her name right here and now the way he has never before done yet, dying that this is the moment you chose boy when you both need to shh]

Ali: [moaning around him which is honestly nearer screaming which is thankfully entirely muffled but we are that !! and the EYE CONTACT we are making which could look like we’re saying shut up with our eyes but truly we’re like please never stop]

Johnny: [accidentally making this door loud because he has to brace himself against it because of how !! he is by her everything, soz everyone, it was just the wind or something excuse us, can’t even notice because soz but we’re too here in this moment]

Ali: [the way we’re speeding up here like if we do get caught our priority is to make you cum before we do, not stop and get in a less compromising position, no no, and the way we’re fucking ourselves fully at this point to match says it all]

Johnny: [another swear word that isn’t even coherent because it’s just a moan fully about this, breaking the insane eye contact to watch how hard she’s fucking herself because simply must]

Ali: [every reaction he has just fully making us lose it somehow more than the last, our entire face of makeup would be beyond wrecked and we can’t get you any further into our mouth, nor can we get our fingers deeper]

Johnny: [this is why Carly basically doesn’t wear any makeup she’s too busy hoeing and not trying to look insane to boys who wouldn’t give her any grace about it, this boy is LOSING IT too, thank god for travellers having their own language and how little she knows of it cos the extra shit he’d be saying rn that she has no business knowing, no thought to the fact Carly knows loads from living on this site her whole life and you could ask her and therefore find out, that’s just something in jemily’s back pocket if we want you to know]

Ali: [we had a look to serve but we’re never opposed to said looking getting destroyed lol, especially not for this, very handy but for now just enjoy that anyone talking another language is attractive basically, especially when you know why he has to rn]

Johnny: [mhmm, it’s not subtle when someone does a language switch especially in a moment like this when they sound INDECENT and are clearly dying, but we get it, boy, you gotta do what you gotta do when you can’t kiss her to stfu like you normally do]

Ali: [could not be more into you having so much to say, even if we can’t understand it, we’re reacting as if we can and it was all encouragement for her to go harder and finish, like he did earlier, looking at him again for the like this? Of it all when you know you’re killing him]

Johnny: [literally this is the most he has ever said to her, it’s so amusing, until he can’t speak anymore even because he’s being killed that hard and all he can do is breathe insanely and pull her hair frantically, at least until she looks at him and then he’s gotta force out her name again and hold her face because it’s the most encouragement]

Ali: [when you don’t even care or think to care that you might puke because you gotta have him in your throat and cumming right now immediately you love him so much, excuse us everyone for the unholy sounds that none of y’all better hear]

Johnny: [it’s so awkward that mcvickers and Rocky are the bedrooms downstairs but it’s your saving grace atm lads cos heavy sleepers like we said, realistically Rocky might wake up as a toddler but we’ll spare him that trauma because we can opt for the realism of her actually puking instead as it’s her first time and there’s no need for it to be traced back to y’all when this fam lives in a rough area and random drunk people have surely done that on your doorstep etc before, we will let you cum first though sir or that’s very rude]

Ali: [I have faith in you you have time to aim it at the shrubbery that’s by the door or whatever, you’re okay, also we’re not hiding the fact we’re messy from our parents because that sort of rebellious acting out, not this messy though, they don’t need to be finding out like this lmao; just be here trying to catch your breath about this like oh wow, okay]

Johnny: [there’s not much re-dressing to do as per so yet again picking this girl up off the ground, literally dusting her knees off with his hand because god knows what type of surface you were on, just lowkey caring things again]

Ali: [me like it was probably paving of some kind because right outside the door and you usually have something not just grass, soz your knees will be fucked, not for your sake because you don’t care but this boy will ‘I’ll wash them’ like you need to assure him you’re going to take care of it, obviously we’re whispering whenever we talk here]

Johnny: [using his fingers and his spit to try and clean this as best he can while she’s saying it because such a boy move, we won’t talk about how he picked her up so now she’s standing and he’s crouching doing this and it’s the perfect role reversal]

Ali: [mhmm, tis not lost on us, putting our hand on his shoulder like come back here because we have to hug you lest we say something extra]

Johnny: [soz that he’s stopping and looking up at her in exactly the type of way that would make you wanna say something extra]

Ali: [biting your lip as you’re LOOKING at him like that ‘thank you’ which could not sound more sincere especially as you’re having to whisper, doubt that’s what you were originally going to say but you mean it nonetheless]

Johnny: [shrugging it off literally as he gets back up ‘get yourself inside’ an almost exact repetition of what he said before but we can all tell he means it more this time]

Ali: [‘goodnight’ putting your hand back on his shoulder briefly before taking it away like okay, it’s real this time, we are of course not going in the front door and are hopping the fence to go get in our window that we always leave open because just that sort of bitch, excuse us]

Johnny: [you get on your bike and go, sir, again I hope it’s not loud af when you drive off so you’re waking peeps up but at least if you do then you haven’t been caught being feral, absolutely love that he’s gonna get all the way home only to end up coming back to get her bike when he can’t sleep or do anything else]

Ali: [there is nothing sneaky about a motorbike but you live in an area where people shouldn’t be curtain twitching for every vehicle they hear, if they are, you already got a show when we got here so goodbye lmao, we love it, ‘cos clearly not sleeping either but are writing songs that are just the most indecent]

Johnny: [he will sneak when he comes back, I imagine bringing a car with some kind of trailer on the back he can throw this bike on or a truck he can throw it into, because he clearly doesn’t trust it to get him home even if it’s in perfect condition cos it’s not his and he’s never ridden it before so, will look like you’re stealing it cos you are, again look away neighbours because I’m sure it’s the AM by then and probably light cos barely summer still]

Ali: [at least no one likes this fam so no one would tell them if their shit was getting stolen lmao, accidental perks, just gonna send you a goodnight text vibe because she would]

Ali: [send him a picture of your knees with 🩹s on]

Ali: Remember to sort your own, boy

Johnny: [especially if that girl roali tried to kill is one of their neighbours like she was in the OG, speaking of the devil, so glad Ro has been banished to her own room and is also starving herself to death so she physically can’t have the energy to wait up for Ali or else she would and nobody needs that]

Johnny: [re this goodnight text though imma say he doesn’t reply but there’s progress in the fact she can see he’s read it and he isn’t ignoring her like he did before]

Ali: [where to next, that’s the question baby]

Johnny: [we should do him giving her the bike back because realistically I feel like if he doesn’t sleep and just works through on it he could have it done the next time she appears on site if she’s showing up some time the next day/evening/night after getting some sleep and whatever herself cos he’s only making it better we’re not saying it was dogshit, Ali would’ve done a lot to it already I’m sure]

Ali: [that makes sense girly pops, we would be swinging by not just for the shameless excuse to maybe see you but because we also need to check on Carly and Ronan respectively so we’ll do that]

Johnny: [my thoughts exactly, they do need checking on at whatever o clock she brings herself and she would because she cares about them both, you’re gonna have to let her and hope you can catch her after or grab her before, boy, and I don’t know which is better, maybe before so Carly and Ronan mind their business?]

Ali: [we’ll do before, why not]

Johnny: [you’re lucky Ali be knowing things and is gonna know it’s you instead of screaming the place down and fighting for her life thinking she’s getting snatched cos he will literally be grabbing her before she reaches whoever she was intending to visit first and dragging her to wherever he’s been working on this bike]

Ali: [lmao imagine, falling at the first hurdle there by letting everyone know, not saying we were expecting exactly this scenario but we were assuming we’d get to see you so it’s okay, can keep our chill in that way, even if we’re shooketh over this and asking you all the questions like when you came back and how did you take it because we were still up obviously, just here inspecting all your work in the way you’d only know how if you also knew how to fix things up]

Johnny: [when you’re just hardcore downplaying the fact you have not slept and worked all night/day on this like yeah I didn’t sleep nbd I’ll bury that and the whys and all my feelings in answering all your questions and being a nerd about mechanics and showing off everything I did though, we need to take a sec to appreciate, even though Ali hasn’t yet because she’s busy admiring this bike, that he’d be all dirty and covered in oil and the like, so he’s looking hot rn despite or also because of the lack of sleep]

Ali: [we’re trying not to check you out because we know we have to be on our best behaviour when we’re anywhere near the site or anyone else but you know it has not escaped our notice, how’d we get here in the first place huns ‘it even matches my push bike’ whether we mean the same colour or complimenting, saying it because I can and she’d always be biking over here so you would know ‘I owe you like, SO many hours work’ with a cheeky smile ‘cos we know you’re going to be like I don’t want a girl’s help but you’d also never take cash so what are you gonna do]

Johnny: [‘I know’ cos of course he’s watched her biking about everywhere on that push bike, said in a tone that’s like and I also know that’s the kind of shit girls care about, cos we LOVE to acknowledge she’s a girl especially in moments like this where we feel like she’s trying to be one of the lads, cos obvs he also knew she was gonna say what she said next, looking her over head to toe though she’s bound to be wearing slightly more clothes than last night who’s to say which scrapes etc are covered and which aren’t, your knees in particular could deffo still be out cos it’s still summer hols for a few more days, but even if they are not, staring at where he knows the plasters are from the pics, like, she’s gotta heal up first before she’s kneeling on the ground again, didn’t just wanna remind her of it all cos he’s been thinking of it non-stop, nope]

Ali: [‘that I have excellent taste’ with a grin because we’re not going to deny that we love to rock a look in all areas of our life, this included, just tell him how you’re going to respray and modify the helmet you have to match too, part because of course you are and also to be like see, I know about safety lol lol, whilst we’re also staring at our knees and going red from the reminder you also didn’t need because it hasn’t left your head either ‘put me to work when you want, yeah?’ like it’s completely casual]

Johnny: [shaking your head at her, partly about the good taste comment and partly because you’ve never worn a helmet a day in your life so it wouldn’t have even crossed your mind she would have one, pushing your own hair out of your face with a big breath as if you’re going hmmm as you say ‘what about your hair?’ taking the piss like she’s that girl haha, but really you just want an excuse to touch her when you then come over and totally mess her hair up, again like she did to you last night cos the reminders gotta keep coming, love that you’re then standing close enough you can more or less whisper ‘I’ll put you to work how I want’ and nobody else will hear how indecent it is]

Ali: [giving him a little shove like how dare you question my taste/deny its existence, which has you falling back closer for him to mess up your hair which obviously you have to return the favour, even though he’s already a hot mess so you’re just PULLING his hair about all this tbh ‘do it’ like you’re just challenging him to further this playfight and it’s all very platonic and you’re not !! and covering the mini shiver you just did over this]

Johnny: [when you stop her pulling your hair by GRABBING both her wrists in just the hottest move ever, it’s so casual and nbd and platonic, we’re not LOOKING at each other and breathing insanely and being !!, there’s nothing to see here]

Ali: [the effort it is taking not to try and kiss him is the realest and cannot be overstated how plain that would be to him when he’s THAT in your grill right now ‘Johnny’ like the slight whine to your voice is maybe because this is hurting and no other reason]

Johnny: [in my head this is like a patch of scrubby wasteland next to where his caravan is and on it there’s like an old one that needs to be either done up or junked as well as like old cars and bikes he’s working on, you know the vibe, so do let her go but push her towards it like get in, a dangerous game because I’m sure lots of your brothers and cousins help you fix stuff and also the younger ones play in all the junk but we’re doing it anyway because as I’ve said many a time there is no chill or self control around this gal]

Ali: [I can see it and is v much what I was picturing also so go us being on the same page there, obviously we are doing this because clearly no one is right here right now witnessing this blatant vibe and you can foolishly believe if you get to be in private you might deal with this tension some and be able to go back out and chill, of course we’re doing the thing where you walk backwards so you don’t take your eyes off this boy, for the vulnerability and also because you simply do not want to]

Johnny: [we’re in sync about this cos it tracks, as does him being on the end/edge of this site because he’s antisocial and as the oldest boy he’d want space from all the annoying younger kids that are always running about everywhere, likewise don’t take your eyes off this gal and don’t say a word til you’re both inside and have at least the illusion of privacy, then he says ‘this is our place’ in the same way he said you’re with me, no discussion, just like, this is our designated meeting spot now, whether that’s because they NEED to hook up on site or because she needs to talk to him about something IRL and can therefore wait for him here]

Ali: [nodding as you’re allowing yourself to look around for this moment because that is a good idea and you need somewhere like that and you love the fact he’s the one that suggested it, taking the few steps I’m sure there is between you towards him, putting your hands on either side of his face again, wiping at a bit of oil/dirt with no real intention to actually remove it ‘I love it’ whether you mean the spot or the bike or, as we know, all of the above and then some]

Johnny: [kiss her very dramatically, we can pretend it’s purely because you’re shutting her up how you do but really you just want to and in this boy’s head because he hasn’t been to sleep this all counts as the same day so he doesn’t have to start feeling bad about any of this or trying to stop yet so making the most of that]

Ali: [kissing you in what can only be described as a passionate way because it isn’t the feral of the night before but it’s still very intense and hard, just not as frantic, still losing our hands in your hair, scratching lightly down your neck with our nails, only allowing ourself to make the tiniest noises along with our slightly breathless vibe]

Johnny: [that’s exactly right my boo, you’ve nailed it, the entire vibe I was picturing, we’re so twin and big brained today, his hands are at her waist but then travelling up under whatever top she is blessing him with, exposing her stomach as he touches it, but there’s no feral bruising manner to this for once]

Ali: [finding a seat of some kind instinctively, even if it’s slightly busted or not a proper seat so you can gently pull him down with you because you wanna be curled up into him right now, tickling him with the lightest kisses you’re putting all over his face and neck ‘I missed you’]

Johnny: [the kind of get away vibes you do when you’re being tickled, not like a full playfight, just swatting her away quite softly, not even enough that y’all are gonna fall from this precarious perch because don’t really want her to stop ‘you said you’d’ because she did say she would miss him last night and that lives in his head rent free along with everything else]

Ali: [just doing some more fast and furious like you gotta before he actually gets you off of him, doing a little lol, at least there’d be no makeup today so you aren’t going to be a state from that, either of y’all ‘I didn’t wanna shower’ making a face like I know, you’re glad I did, don’t need to say it lol ‘made you feel further away though’ pulling up one of his arms so you can sneak under it and be that close and covered by him]

Johnny: [when she’s got snuggled under his arm and after a minute is being too adorable for this boy to bear, doing a kind of playfighty move to really trap her and squish her head into his armpit because this boy has not showered and is SO gross, except he’s not we all LOVE it]

Ali: [you know she’s gotta lick it because if you’re trying to gross us out you are gonna fail and we gotta let you know in the cheekiest way possible lol]

Johnny: [please lol so you don’t say or do something very extra about it, you’re sleep deprived to the point of feeling drunk again we can’t trust you sir]

Ali: [free yourself hun, at least vaguely, so it’s less blatant how 😍 you are unrepentantly ‘you think I’m weird’ half a statement half a question really, as you’re running your hands under whatever top he has on]

Johnny: [‘you’re not like no other girls ‘round here or nowhere we’ve been, I don’t know what I think’ btw my brain can’t not picture a cliche white vest absolutely covered in oil and scut, it’s been conditioned by the media]

Ali: [the hardest of sames lmao, soz not soz, you probably are and it’s definitely a vibe ‘it’s the trauma’ like it’s all bants and that isn’t slightly true but also the only thing you can think to say ‘I like you too’ and kissing him before he can to shut you up about it]

Johnny: [managing to get out before her shut up kiss ‘they’ve all got themselves some of that’ like it’s bants that every girl y’all’s age is traumatised by something and not just sad and true, but then just going with kissing her back, still not frantic af like last night but with some urgency because of these emotions]

Ali: [just lose yourself again in making out and the fact you can and no one is looking for y’all or bothering you because it’s the weekend and you didn’t announce your arrival like hi welfare check time ‘I can’t stop thinking about it’ between said kisses with no intention of stopping]

Johnny: [really losing himself in this makeout sesh too, to the point they’re now lying somewhere whether that’s the floor or on their makeshift seat from before or whatever ‘it’s for thinking about’ in the same way he said that it should be between 2 people, this boy is the anti-Moses and he thinks this stuff matters] 

Ali: [making a noise like oh good against his lips because we’re amused but also think you are so cute ‘you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to’ because we can feel it isn’t always going to be this easy to see you but thinking about it is something that can’t be taken away]

Johnny: [tutting into her mouth like he’s done before as though he massively disapproves of this, but the ensuing lil on the floor playfight is the softest it has ever been and he’s smiling through it]

Ali: [you know we’re letting you pin us so quick because we shamelessly want it right now, reaching out and running a finger across his smiley lips]

Johnny: [‘god, you’re so small, but there’s that much of you’ small has the same energy as little girl, because of course, and the way he’s looking at her when he literally is saying she’s big in all the important ways, like smart and sassy and saucy and we could go on and write an essay, it’s fine]

Ali: [when biting your lip isn’t completely stopping the little moan you have to make as you’re here squirming underneath his body and his gaze because what a line, we’re not okay]

Johnny: [‘what are we to do?’ cos yesterday when they were having their convo before any IRL shit happened she was like we can try and you can hate me after and he was like what are we to do if I like you instead and he likes her SO much rn, as well as everything she’s doing, deliberately doing the most himself with how he’s moving because her answer then was we do it again til we can’t and it’s the answer now too]

Ali: [nodding like exactly, you remember, failing to act like you’re not !! at that basic confirmation that he does like you too, the silent gasp as you’re shifting to meet him leaving your mouth open ‘this is our place’ repeating this like this is all we need is this because really, there isn’t much more to it, just avoiding people and being a bit more careful than Moses could bother to be]

Johnny: [the temptation to be evil and have one of these little kids kick a ball at the window or something and kick start his paranoia is too real though, but I won’t do it literally just as she’s said that because it’s very on the nose and I do want y’all to think this is your safe space and get more in your feels than you already are before I’m rude and introduce a realistic cockblock, so for now boy start taking off her clothes, taking a sec to be !! when you take off her top and see all of last night’s damage revealed vividly again, so obvs he has to be kissing and touching all of it, rougher than could be called caring or kissing better lol]

Ali: [that is a realistic cockblock and we must let it happen but we’ll let you have your moment and get more into this before we do it for more impact, for now we’re here loving life and enjoying exactly how rough you’re being ‘more’ whether we mean more lovebites or do more than just touch and kiss us, unclear but both, lbr]

Johnny: [taking it as both because he’s giving her an extra af lovebite, probably where she gave him the lowkey row of his, but at the same time he’s also dry humping her as hard as he ever has and his hand is going under her clothes to touch her again with all the same !! as when he was last night, all the foreplay ever happening]

Ali: [being in his ear telling him everything you can’t stop thinking about in all the vivid detail you’ve still got going ‘round your head]

Johnny: [do a NOISE into her skin about how vividly she’s recalling all these deets because we love that, then decide that in the spirit of last night he’s gonna do some oral action, because I doubt that’s something you have when your whole vibe before has been meh gals I don’t like you that much, just do what I want and then go away, so give her some more lovebites on your way, like on her hip and thighs because gotta, but let’s say when he REALLY starts getting into it is when this cockblock occurs and he stops SO abruptly, because I like being mean]

Ali: [My boo says here on this day we’re choosing violence and I love her nasty ways, be here pulling your clothes back up with lightning speed girl, keeping your ABSOLUTE frustration and 😒 internal, hugging your knees to your chest and trying to take a moment ‘you go out, distract them if it weren’t just a stray ball, I’ll leave when the coast is clear’ ‘cos you just KNOW he ain’t going to entertain staying never mind trying to continue]

Johnny: [mhmm, speaking of violence, literally pushing/pulling her out of sight of the door he’s about to charge out of to shout at these feral children, with the kind of roughness that isn’t fun or sexy, because despite everything he thinks and almost said earlier, in the moment, he doesn’t trust her not to be another stupid Carly-esque girl, then doing his diva storm out obvs, not acknowledging she spoke or her at all other than moving her like a piece of furniture, which is nice]

Ali: [oh huns, just be here sulking in this caravan until you’re certain you can get out and look like you’re merrily on your way to Carly’s or Ronan nbd, at least you can use this hiding time to try and calm down about it and figure out what you’re going to say to him]

Johnny: [the way he’s gonna be ignoring her so hard again now, at least you can go to bed though, boy, it’ll take you ages to fall asleep with all this in your head no doubt but you’d be exhausted so you eventually will]

Ali: [we know it’s coming but we’re at least going to feel justified in trying harder to make you talk to us this time so it can’t drag on for another month or whatever lol but as you have shit to do here today, you can leave him alone now ‘cos you also know nothing productive will be achieved atm]

Johnny: [mhmm, he’s got sleeping to do and then work in the AM to keep himself busy, moreso than usual because the others are gonna have to do Moses’ share for a minute because it cannot be overstated how hardcore Johnny beat him up for Ronan’s sake]

Ali: [I say I’m sorry you’re not deserving of a welfare check sir but you did that all yourself]

Johnny: [do you wanna post this and go on to who Ali is welfare checking?]

Ali: [That probably makes sense, yep]

[btsnoonasquad]

DISCLAIMER: I was actually inspired by @monimonimoon’s version of this request. I had a TOTALLY different idea and here she goes, just blowing it out of the water. Mine was clearly a lot different but I HAD to try the other side of the spectrum. Forgive me, for this is the first story I have posted. 

Also, thanks to @gimmethatagustd for all the positive encouragement to try to keep writing. This isn’t the story I originally talked about (that monster is still in progress and … it’s gonna be LONG) but here is a little something to at least get me started!

And to my friends that I don’t have on Tumblr for encouraging me to write as well.

I also apologize for my awkward writing style. Normally it is a little different? Maybe not… either way, I wish you luck. It hasn’t been properly edited and I am winging it. This is the second draft and then I decided second draft was good!

THE NIGHTINGALE

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader

Genre: I have no idea. Technically, enemy to lovers? Actually, more like annoyed to crushing? Fluff, I suppose. (I’m new to labeling this stuff; this is a disaster. XD), Slice of life.

Content: Older reader (than Jungkook, but not much older), being woken up? Y’all, this is harder than I thought it would be.

Word Count: 8,516

The groan that left you sounded inhumane. It was a combination of so many emotions - but mostly disbelief. Because you have GOT to be kidding. There was no way that this occurrence was happing yet AGAIN. Your rest was being interrupted - woken up by a voice. Now, it was a beautiful, nice sweet voice, that you will admit. But once again, it has pulled you out of your precious slumber when you have the dreaded work morning coming at you like a defensive team.

Why that particular description? Because of your lack of sleep, it feels like you are about to be pummeled by the event called life, and there was nothing you could do about it. And your body shook with attempted tears, though they avoided you. So instead, you settled for what any reasonable adult would: You trashed around, kicking your feet and your arms as if you were a toddler being denied chocolate in a candy store. 

Normally you would just tense up and try not to behave like a child with no sensibility yet, but gosh darn it, you have a report you needed to work on that Jessi begged you to make perfect since she had a meeting with the higher-ups coming soon.

Cruel. This was CRUEL and unusual punishment! It had to be. You looked up at your ceiling, asking anyone why they were subjecting you to this. How does one get woken up by a gorgeous voice - wasn’t it supposed to put you to sleep rather than wake you up? This was all sorts of wrong and you demanded to speak to whoever was getting so much joy out of your misery. 

After not getting any answers, you groaned once more as you turned to face your alarm clock - you needed to give your phone a break; you had millions of alarms on there - and glared at the numbers that taunted you, teased you, and was clearly laughing in your face brightly. There were only a few hours left until you had to drag yourself out of bed and get ready for the workday. 

You were beyond pouting at this point. And it was all because of the new guy.

Now, he wasn’t that bad. This was the only complaint you really had. In fact, when it comes to neighbors, you have been quite blessed. Your previous neighbor was good. Though, to be honest, he was barely even home, which kinda made it perfect for you. Apparently, he worked for some music company and was out most of the time.

You had a theory that he only had the apartment so he could legally say he had an address and a home because that was how often he was home: It felt like never. You originally had been a mix of feelings when he moved out. That may or may not have been because you had a SLIGHT crush on him. 

And that was no fault of your own: his demeanor was one that drew attention. Sometimes he seemed hard and like he would be annoyed at you for even looking at him, but there were moments when he looked so soft and all you wanted to do was lightly scratch his head as he lay on your lap and listen for a purr. He was just a genuinely nice guy who just happened to keep to himself. (Your mailman had a bad habit of putting his mail in your mailbox sometimes, so you were used to giving him his mail. If he wasn’t home, you got into the habit of putting it under his door with a sticky note. And you used to get some sticky notes on your door in thanks. You could survive for weeks when he did that.)

Though your friends teased you greatly about it, thinking it would help you encourage you to do something about it. But alas, it was not destined - plus, you liked the boundary a bit. Again, he was nice, but he didn’t seem like he was your type. Perfect for crushing, but unsure if an actual thing would be advisable. 

With all that said - Yoongi NEVER affected your rest. You got steady sleep, even when he came home at ungodly hours. He didn’t sing or make enough noise to arouse you from your adventures within dreamland. No. The most he ever did was cause a loud sound when he crashed into his bed. And this barely ever woke you up. The couple of times it may have, you could go back to sleep, making you question if you even heard it the next morning. 

(Those also tended to be the days when the two of you would leave your apartments simultaneously and exchange some neighborly greetings - you were on cloud nine those days. You couldn’t hide how giddy you were after those at work, which was probably the source and start of the teasing.)

So you were very surprised the day you came home one day and saw a ton of boxes, Yoongi’s door open, and his friends going back and forth as he continued to back. Though, he was kind enough to let you know that day that he had a younger friend who would be moving in. He even made sure to mention how your new neighbor was a good kid who tended to keep to himself, so you wouldn’t really have to worry about him. Though Yoongi did ask you to keep an eye out on him since we was a little younger - which you obviously agreed to.

And here we are now, you about to cry over your lack of sleep - if your body would just allow it - and the want to get some sort of rest before the little time you have left disappears. You almost wanted to laugh at the irony of Yoongi’s request instead of cry because you have never even SEEN your new neighbor. The only thing you knew about him - besides some of the tidbits that Yoongi told you - is that his name is Jungkook. And you knew that because the mail issue still happens from time to time (and as the nice neighbor you are, you sliding them under his door with a sticky note tradition has been kept alive). 

You haven’t seen him, but man, can you hear him. You shoved a pillow over your head, trying to block out the angelic voice that came through the walls, placing it within the hallow that is currently your mind to haunt you. Under any other circumstance, you would be highly enjoying this - you honestly would. He has decent taste in music (though so much Charlie Puth, you wish he’d lay off the Puth), and sometimes he sang much better than the original. But the TIMING is what killed you. 

First off, how the HELL does a college student who worked night shifts at a convenience store - information provided to you by Yoongi - have enough energy to be singing like this?!? You remember those days since it had only been a couple of years. You were so tired just thinking about it, and you had slept as soon as you got home, barely managing to somehow clean yourself up some days. Having both classes and a job was EXHAUSTING.

As you brushed away the shudders that had overcome you when thinking back on those hard and trying times, your brain noted that the singing had been reduced to a humming. You perked as you realized that his routine may be over soon - and then the sounds of the squeaking pipe signaling he was in the bathroom to probably take a show. You mentally celebrated - and possibly did a fist pump - as these were sounds you were accustomed to and would be able to sleep through. 

Finally, you had enough quiet to squeeze in those last chances of sleep-

No. NO. How is it that your alarm is already going off? You just BLINKED and-

You looked at your nightstand once more to see if it was a cruel joke. But no, those mocking numbers flashed at you, stating that you had indeed rested for at least an hour and that you truly had to get up and prepare to adult today. You couldn’t help yourself as you threw a pillow at the connecting wall between you and the punk who had caused you to lose precious and much-needed time with your eyes shut. 

Of course, he wouldn’t hear it thump - it was a pillow. But it helped to somehow cement in you that this couldn’t go on for much longer. You have had enough. 

Or so you kept telling yourself as you debated if just rolling out of bed and rolling towards the bathroom was a legitimate option instead of walking.

—----------------

A loud guffaw came from over your cubicle walls, and your cubicle neighbor - and friend - was draped over it, causing you to jump into a proper sitting position. Your blinking eyes tried to take in the scene to figure out what all just happened as you subtly wiped the side of your mouth, just in case. After assessing what state you and your desk were in, you were able to figure out you had somehow drifted off while typing.

It was kinda obvious considering the row of ;;;;;;;; that littered your screen.

Why were you like this again? 

“That bad again, huh,” the voice happily cackled, reminding you who had woken you up.

Once upon a time, you used to admire your co-worker’s sunny morning deposition. With as much as Taehyung claims it could be hard for him to get up in the morning, he always seemed so prepared and chipper as soon as he strutted into the office. You once asked him his secret, and he replied, ‘tons of soda.’ At the time, you had laughed heartily, thinking he was joking, but one day he showed you his mug that he brought in every morning and was at his desk throughout the day.

Your mouth had about dropped off when you discovered that it was indeed filled with Coca-Cola instead of coffee. Though these days, it was Coke Zero because he didn’t want to die from sugar - his words exactly.

However, this morning, with your limited brain capacity, a looming deadline to help out your other friend (and manager), and clearly not enough caffeine in your body, his grand disposition left you more of a sour taste of annoyance - and it was clear that your face was hiding nothing after he winced. As he looked down and up, you could tell he was mentally debating if it was worth staying up to talk or slowly sinking and disappearing behind the wall and avoiding whatever shots were aimed towards him with your eyes. 

He chose the option that may lead to death, the brave soul. And to acknowledge his moment of courage, you responded with the stiffest nod that made you reach up and rub your neck, which in turn made him chuckle. “You know, you could just talk to him-” he started, having another ounce of adventure left in him.

This made you sigh as you looked up, still rubbing your neck. “I know, I know,” you admit, muttering. “You and Jessi tell me the SAME thing. And I swear to you I actually am planning to. If he sings again tonight, I am stomping my way over to his place and possibly kick down his door,” you replied, hiding your face from Taehyung’s knowing look.

Because you both know there was no way you were kicking the poor kid’s door down. 

Taehyung took the opportunity to look at your screen and gasped, causing you to worriedly look at him, then follow his line of sight. “Speaking of Jessi, please tell me that report isn’t for her,” he said, a dramatic scene of horror and disappointment being broadcasted to a few of the other fellow cubical neighbors.

You were frowning - okay, maybe pouting - as you looked at it. Yeah, it needed work, but you were going to fine-tune it when you could. You just needed the outline and basics and then worked off of it. “Well, it isn’t done yet Tae-”

He tsked at you. “Our dear manager isn’t going to let you slide if you turn in that mess-”

You groaned, knowing he was right, and you plopped forward, your forehead making a clear thunking sound, emphasizing your embarrassing defeat. “You know better than that Taehyung. It’s just the rough copy, I swear-”

“You know that is due in like…. An hour right,” he asked, cutting you off. 

THAT made you sit up and look at him with wide eyes, horror and panic shining as clear as day. “You. Are. Kidding me… right,” a shocked whisper that sounded like a victim who clearly knew their time was up. Please, PLEASE let him just be messing with you.

He gave you a knowing look as he lowered himself back down behind the wall. This made you slowly turn your head to look at the time on your computer and somehow held back a scream of dread. Why must all clocks be against you?

“At least I am awake NOW,” you mumbled, your hyper-focus kicking in. Call it your sense of survival re-engaging as your fingers went into hyperdrive, your eyes scanning and correcting as you went along, putting you on track for the fastest report ever recorded on your floor.

“Maybeeeee I should have started with that,” Taehyung’s voice came from the other side. You took a piece of wadded paper and threw it over, a splash hitting your ears and a smirk appearing on your face as he made a sound of unsuspected betrayal. 

“My drink!”

—------------------------------------

When you got back home, the siren call of the couch could not be beaten as you somehow managed your feet to take steps towards it. When your body deemed it close enough, you flopped onto it, face first, shoes sliding off your feet as they floundered over the armrest. Okay, so this wasn’t the most comfortable position in the world, but man, did you just need to throw yourself onto something. You had BARELY made the timeline for your report for the new client (they wanted to address the problem they were having and the training options available and come up with a few possible timeline options for a solution. When you signed up for the Learning and Performance department, you never would have guessed it would be like this!), and Jessi had made a face that you knew meant she wanted to talk to you about whatever was going on.

And you also knew that it was the same issue you have had before, and it just - just - 

You groaned because you KNEW a reasonable solution. It just… it….

It wasn’t that easy!

In an odd act of defiance, you managed to wriggle-worm your way up so your whole body was comfortably on the sofa as you debated how to actually address the said issue. It was a minor issue with your neighbor, but it was starting to bleed over into other aspects of life. Worst part? It wasn’t like you hated it! He genuinely had a great, amazing, ear-catching voice. It was fantastic. You would love to listen to it during the day - not at 2 AM. Or whatever sacrilegious time it appeared. 

Maybe you should stop calling it angelic because it came at an evil time. What was a way to adjective-ise Siren? Sirenic? No, that definitely didn’t sound real… was it? Oh god, you were way too tired to even Google that madness. 

Then it hit you - Nightingale. You could call him the nightingale. It wasn’t bad, just it happened at night when most people slept. Okay. So you had to figure out how to deal with your nightingale so it wouldn’t drive you crazy. 

And that solved NOTHING. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought of talking to him about it before - it was just all about timing. When you were awake, he was sleeping because his classes started later in the morning to help balance the fact that he had the graveyard shift at work.

Speaking of, doesn’t that mean he was closer to finishing college, right? Because otherwise, how would he have such leniency or understand how to work his schedule so it would be that way?

No, FOCUS Y/N. Back to solution finding! So, even though he woke you up at ridiculous times (Who the HELL decided it was okay for human beings to do anything at that ungodly, evil, inhumane hour? People who decided this should be a thing should be PUNISHED!), you didn’t have the heart to interrupt his sleep as you getting ready to go to work. And talking to him before you went to work was the only time that seemed that both of you were at home.

You quickly sat up, almost hearing your friends’ voices in your ears. Honestly, waking him up ONCE to let him know how it was affecting you wasn’t bad! You were doing it to let him know how inconsiderate he was to the working world adults who had to be awake for the grueling office work.

He knew he had neighbors, so why was he singing loudly like that? He knew people were functioning at a different schedule than he was - HE was the one with the odd schedule. So why were YOU being considerate about HIS sleep when he clearly didn’t care about yours?

These streams of thoughts were psyching you up so you could address this tomorrow morning because though people didn’t realize it - okay, it was obvious to everyone who knew you but still! - you were not one who sought confrontations. You did whatever you could to not create them. Maybe if you saw him in the hallway, you could have casually brought it up or mentioned it, but noooooo, his schedule almost seemed similar to Yoongi’s, where he was gone a fair amount. Or at least when he was home was when you weren’t. 

Except you knew when he came home because the Nightingale sang at a stupid time in the morning.

Right. You could do this. It was not just for your well-being but for your co-workers, job, quality of work, and friends! You knew you weren’t as patient as you needed to be for your job - again, being a trainer seemed so different on paper - and this was not a sustainable way to be for much longer!

Your hands were held up in tight fists as if you were cheering yourself on, finally having enough adrenaline pumping through you that if he were to come home at that very moment, you would have marched over that very instant and settled this.

And that made you deflate a little bit because, again, it occurred to you that this was part of why you hadn’t done anything sooner. This Jungkook fellow wasn’t home. Not yet. And wouldn’t be until the wee hours of the morning.

Sighing, you plopped back onto your sofa, letting your body become boneless as you thought about the best way to handle this situation. There were times when he didn’t wake you - maybe even he has his limits and just slept instead of a nightly routine that included singing.

Or, you know, maybe those were his days off? 

Either way, with all this thinking, planning scenarios, or just imagining riding in on a white steed, none of it really mattered because the truth is simple: He isn’t home right now, so you were at an impasse. And this was not something you just put on a sticky note and post on his door. He deserved to at least hear from you in person about it. Honestly, you just didn’t want to seem passive-aggressive. You did NOT need to become one of those notes shared online. 

With this decision, you stood up and dragged your feet to the kitchen to reheat the leftover pizza from the previous night. Maybe you’d be lucky - maybe tonight will be one of the nights where Nightingale takes pity on you.

—--------------------

Why did you ever believe you had any sort of luck? Because this night was obviously NOT a night that you would have that sort of miracle happen. 

You originally woke up confused and lost, as if trying to figure out where you were. This wasn’t where you were previously, and where was the person you were talking to-

Ah yes. Right. You had been dreaming. And there was something so cool going on in your dream, an adventure you almost could say, and it was just one of the most submissive dreams ever - but the longer you were awake, the faster the details of said dream slipped out of your head and disappeared into the darkness. Goodbye amazing cast of characters with a supposed purpose, hello real world and exhaustion. Soon, you were just laying in bed, eyes heavy, trying to figure out what dragged you into this world.

“Don’t, don’t you worry,

I’ll be there, 

Whenever you want me.

I need somebody who can love me at my worst,

No, I’m not perfect, 

But I hope you see my worth.”

Oddly enough, this made you smile, and you just couldn’t help yourself. God, he truly did sound amazing. He seems genuine while he was singing - the lyrics struck an odd chord with you. It honestly made you snort when your brain registered what was being said. Promising that he would put ‘you’ first.

If he really was going to put you first, he’d let you SLEEP-

Damn his heavenly delivery - Oh snap, you ARE tired if you let that word slip mentally! Okay, you couldn’t let this end like every other time. You couldn’t let it be like this anymore. You flung your blankets off of you, ignoring the chill of the night and the fact you aren’t fully covered - because seriously, those who sleep in long sleeves and long pants clearly couldn’t be trusted; you needed to have the option to freeze your leg or arm off if you wanted - and started walking out of your room as if you were preparing for war!

All the while resisting snapping and whistling along in time with his singing because he really was KILLING it!

Before you realized it, you were standing in front of his door, the cold finally seeping through your skin and bringing you back to reality from whatever thoughts and debates that had been raging within your mind. No, you needed sleep, darn it, and tonight was going to be the last night you woke up because of his singing.

The thought made you slightly sad for a moment, which made you shake your head at the absurdity! You need sleep, darn it, to function!

You knocked - harder than you meant to be honest, darn the cold that somehow made your hand heavier than normal - and shivered, rubbing your hands on your upper arms, trying to warm yourself up, as you waited for him to come. You paused to see if maybe you could hear some footsteps or any sign of him coming, but since there appeared to be no noise, you raised your hand to knock once more - 

Only for the door to open. Your chattering teeth stopped as you were greeted with a sight you weren’t expecting.

There was an angelic person standing in front of you, the lights from his apartment really highlighting an ethereal glow about him. He was handsome, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. His mouth was opened a little bit in shock as if he wasn’t expecting someone to actually be there when he opened the door.

And you just…

Stared. At him. Because holy cow. Did you die? Is this angel here to pick you up from this delusion and take you to a better place? Did you do something to earn a spot in a better place? And he looked VERY capable of picking you up. Though he had a loose shirt on, it was obvious he had muscles; his short sleeves showed more than enough arm muscles to have you figure out the rest of him is probably well-built. Hell, his shoulders were so wide-

Wait. Do angels have tattoos? Is that a thing now? Wow, heaven really is catching up to the times huh…

His pants were baggy enough to hide everything. Pity, because-

Oh. My. GOD. WAIT. You blinked a few times, trying to see if your eyes were pulling a prank on you once it settled on you that there was no way you died out here just knocking on a door. You FINALLY moved the hand that had been up to knock once more and adjusted it, so it was rubbing your eyes. Because there was no way the universe gave you ANOTHER super attractive neighbor that you somehow never saw. 

“Uh… hello?”

His voice sounded thoroughly confused as you stood there, and though it was gentle, it snapped you back to why you were there. His voice was so nice-

NOT THE TIME FOR THIS!

“.... Keeping me up.”

Wait. Who just spoke? No, oh god, please, no. That was YOUR voice and you obviously did not make any sense. It wasn’t a full sentence. It did not explain a single thing. If anything, it made you look insane. Right?

“S-sorry,” your neighbor nearly whispered, tilting his head, clearly not understanding what was going on. He looked adorable - 

No. You need to make sense! It was perfectly reasonable that he has no idea what is going on because what you said had no context, so, therefore, made no sense. “Sorry, let me try that again,” you managed, your brain finally catching up and your tongue and mouth somehow received the whole message. 

This, this was better. Let’s watch and see if you could continue this progress.

You took a deep breath as you tried to keep looking at him - seriously though, being this good-looking was ridiculous - and you finally started speaking in complete sentences like an adult. “Your singing, it keeps waking me up,” you said breathlessly.

Breathlessly? At least you said it, you suppose. But you needed to have a discussion about this later - Who are you kidding? What is this man doing to the circuitry in your brain? Clearly, he has fried it.

It also occurred to you that this was a lot tamer than the whole spiel you had originally planned and prepared for. But it was enough as his eyes got wide as if he had been smacked as he backed up and rubbed the back of his neck. “I-I-” 

He was stuttering. Oh no. No. This wasn’t the reaction you had prepared yourself for. This was a complete 180 almost or at least 90 degrees.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you could hear me,” he finally finished, looking down, a little ashamed of himself. 

You couldn’t help yourself as you took a step forward, a hand on his arm to comfort him. You didn’t mean to hurt the puppy! “No no no, no big deal. I just wanted to let you know that I could hear you and ask if you could not sing so loud - especially at this time of night. Or morning. Or whatever it is,” you stated.

You felt HORRIBLE. He honestly had no idea that he could be heard. Oh, these walls were much thinner than he probably realized. “Don’t get me wrong! You sing wonderfully! Beautiful, really and if it wasn’t waking me up in the middle of the night, I would appreciate it and be a fan. But I just need to sleep because of work and all-”

You noted that you started rambling, but you also knew that you couldn’t stop it. You were tired, but most of all, you felt bad because he seemed too innocent and genuinely apologetic about it and you just hadn’t wanted it to turn out like this.

Jungkook managed to look up when your freezing cold hand was on his arm, a weak smile came to his face. “Thanks for the compliment, and I really am sorry. I didn’t know, and - and I’ll keep it down.”

His voice had a soft feel to it right then, and god, did it pull at your heartstrings. 

No. Nope! You cannot do this again. You cannot fall for this boy-next-door once more. You cannot keep having useless and stupid crushes on every nice guy who moves next door! You quickly withdrew your hand once you realized where you had placed it, and it must have been extremely sudden because he looked shocked as he watched your hand move away. “Yeah, just… maybe if you could… change your singing time?”

Oh this was turning pathetic really quick. “I am so sorry, I just, I think I am tired and I need to reast and I just - and letting all this cold night air get into your home, and I’m just going to leave and thanks for your consideration,” you mumbled as you took a step back. 

You can escape now and not say anything else. You can redeem yourself - “Good luck with your studies and uh - again, you have a nice singing voice, just please not at 2 in the morning and I’m good. Yeah. That. Bye.”

Nope. There goes redemption. And it was obvious how nervous you were as your voice had shaken right before you quickly scurried away to your door and shut it behind you without looking at his expression. You closed your eyes, trying to focus on breathing normally as your back was splayed against the door, your arms out as if you were trying to keep out a monster, your legs slowly giving out as your body crawled in decent towards the floor. That had to be one of the most embarrassing moments you have ever experienced - even more embarrassing than when you saw Yoongi leave his apartment and just stared at him with your mouth open.

You slapped your hands to your face, that memory being the cherry on top, the sound resounding in your apartment as you mentally asked the universe what did you do wrong to deserve such horrifically embarrassing moments such as this. In fact, why TWO? Same apartment even! Two good-looking neighbors who were way out of your league? 

The groan that escaped you was because you knew you would have to share this tragedy with another attractive male because he was one of your closest friends, and he would definitely not let you live this down. And it would be ten times worse if he doesn’t hear about it from you.

(Yes, you and Taehyung are friends, but you knew he was attractive - the comments Jessi made before she, too, became friends and the looks he gets at the office made it obvious. Plus, you had eyes! You’d be stupid to not admit your friend was good-looking.)

Is there a way to edit details so it wasn’t so embarrassing and make sure that Taehyung didn’t catch onto your little white lie?

No. Of course not. That man is almost a lie detector. He would know if you were holding out on him.

You glanced at the time on your microwave as you debated if there was enough time to prepare yourself for both of your friends’ reactions to this disaster. Most likely not, but maybe some sleep would allow you to think so in a few hours.

—------------

Taehyung laughed so loudly at the lunch table that it made everyone in the vicinity look over. Once you gave in and told him the full version, the only one who seemed to be on your side was Jessi, as she gave him an exasperated look.

“You already bring enough attention to our table Mr. Greek God, but do you really have to laugh that loudly at Y/N’s expense? She is horrified, and I don’t need to field questions about if you two are dating or not. It’s bad enough people bug me to try to see if I can help them get close to you,” she stated as she tried to hide her own smirk. Oh, bless her for trying to hide her amusement at least. 

… Wait, people try to have Jessi help them with Taehyung? Hold ON. Did people ask her if you and Taehyung were dating before?

“First, don’t think you can butter me up by calling me Mr. Greek God, Miss Manager. I will not be deterred,” Taehyung responded, winking at Jessi after wiping the tears from his eyes, which made her roll hers but smile as she slowly mixed her salad with her fork. 

You eyed her food. She hated plain green salads, yet here she was, trying to diet yet again. You wanted to be supportive, but the looks she gave the leaves (as she called them) were ones that reminded you how much she detested it. Kale was not her friend.

“And it isn’t that bad Y/N,” Taehyung started, getting your attention once more. “Mostly because you can blame a lot of that on being tired. And honestly, it is understandable, since most people are not functional that early in the morning. Plus, I think he’s more embarrassed by the fact he was caught singing so often. On TOP of that, it woke someone up. I would be more mortified if I was him,” he added. 

He then took a happy big bite of one of the chicken strips he had in front of him for lunch, humming in satisfaction as he watched you for your reaction.

“You think HE’S more embarrassed,” you scoffed. “Highly doubt it. Did you forget the part where I continuously kept telling him that I think he is a great singer?”

Taehyung nodded as he licked his lips. “Yup,” he replied, popping his ‘p’. “He might be the shy type that never really wanted an audience. He was singing in the supposed safety of his own home, and according to what you said, he had no idea that anyone could hear him. Obviously no one brought it up or told him before so he just - kept with it.”

Jessie eyed his tenders almost with jealousy, then looked to her own salad. She looked at his face, took in all of him, and pouted. “You disgust me,” she sighed. 

He looked at her confused, his mouth a little open, as he tried to figure out what in the world he said to earn such disgust. Jessi motioned at him, moving her fork up and down, suggesting his whole being. “How do you look like that, and heat like THAT,” she stated, glaring at his tenders. “Life isn’t fair.”

You nodded in agreement - about life not being fair. “Yeah, like how do I get these handsome neighbors that I never see? And when I do, boom. I mean, really? I am doomed.”

This made Taehyung choke on his drink, trying not to laugh. “Wait, are you still hung up on Yoon-”

You quickly reached up and covered Taehyung’s mouth while making the shushing sound, completely forgetting that this may draw even more attention to your group when people finally started to lose interest. “We do not speak of said crush ever again. He’s getting popular and I do not need this to somehow reach his ears. Do you hear me?”

You gave Taehyung a look until he nodded, his wide eyes almost making you break the solemn character you were trying to maintain.

With his confirmation, you sat back down with a smile and wiped your hands on your work bottoms. “Good. Plus, I am actually over that now. Having some distance helped with that. My head is clearer without his presence around so I was able to finally just - let the crush pass. Plus, honestly, I know we would not have worked.”

Jessi snorted as she moved her salad around more with her fork. “I’m more surprised that Tae didn’t lick your hand. You must’ve really surprised him.”

Taehyung slowly turned his head to look at her, shock and surprise clearly written all over his face. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

That made Jessi laugh this time as she finally took another bite of her salad. Her smile made it look like she might finally be enjoying it today. It was because she was enjoying time with you and Taehyung, but hey, you could wish her enjoyment from that evil she was attempting to consume. “You can try it next time someone tries to cover your mouth.”

Taehyung made a disgusted face. “But their hands ight be filthy! I trust Y/N’s hands.”

You groaned and gave him an unamused look as you chewed your own meal. Once your mouth was clear, you couldn’t help but say, “Noted,” as you gave him a straight face and took another bite.

“I offer great information and advice and this is how your thank me? I am the one who will be noting Y/N,” he replied, then dramatically took another bite of his tender.

Both you and Jessi looked at each other and couldn’t help it anymore. Another bout of laughter came from all three of you. This is why they were your friends, they always could help you out one way or another. If it wasn’t great advice - and let’s face it, it normally was - at least they made you feel better and accepted. 

That afternoon’s meeting about classes went a lot better.

—------------------------

You were still smiling when you got home and happily put your stuff down, just feeling the warmth and joy of your friends. Today, you had energy. It was a well-needed pick-me-up, honestly, and you had originally been drained from embarrassment from this morning - yes that IS a thing! - that you had slept well the last couple of hours to escape reality. So it all felt like a dream; maybe it wasn’t as bad as you had originally thought it was. 

You didn’t realize it, but you were humming a song you had recently heard. It was the “We don’t talk anymore” by Charlie Put featuring Selena Gomez. She saved that song, and honestly, it was one of the few you enjoyed from him. 

And you were so absorbed in the moment that you started singing aloud while you were trying to remember where you had heard this song and why it came to mind. It honestly made no sense. You didn’t seek out this song in particular and don’t recall it playing anywhere. Why was this song stuck in your head? You thought back, trying to recall if you had heard it on the radio or even at the office - 

It was then that it hit you.

HE was singing it a few days ago. Ah, what a shame that you will probably not hear his voice again. He had really killed it. In fact, it might be because of him that you actually like this song! This revelation almost made you drop the spoon that you had been using to mix the shrimp you were cooking. He sang it so well that it just stuck with you, so you sang what little you remembered. It was a duet and you debated continuing alone when another voice joined you at what would have been Selena’s part.

“I just hope you’re lying next to somebody,

Who knows how to love you like me,

There must be a good reason that you’re gone.

Every now and then I think you might want me to,

Come show up at your door,

But I’m just too afraid that I’ll be wrong.”

This time you knocked over the lid you had beside you on the counter. That… that was Jungkook’s voice! Oh my GOD! He’s home?? And he heard you singing? AFTER you asked him to NOT to (at crazy hours, but STILL).

You were ready to die.

As you were debating what to do at this point and freaking out with your whole being, a knock came at your door. You winced as a loud CLASH happened right beside you - your lid dropped again. You debated picking it up or going to the door. The debate was obviously as you physically walked toward the door to turn around randomly to start heading to the lid, to turning right back around towards the door. It must have been quite a sight if anyone could see you. Finally, you realized someone is just hanging out there, hearing the chaos and the footsteps, with no idea what was going on. And that someone was possibly and probably the attractive male neighbor you finally met at, like …. Some ridiculous time early this morning. 

You were chanting in your mind to please be wrong when you opened the door - to be greeted by the exact person you were expecting.

But his demeanor was completely different. When was he this tall? And he had piercings in his ears. And oh, there were more tattoos on his arm than you originally thought. It was a sleeve, you had missed some of it earlier. And wow, he didn’t seem like the angel he did this morning. Yes, he LOOKED the same technically, but there was just a different feel, and oh my god, you are looking at him again!

But who would blame you? He had his hands in his black sweatpants, a semi-cocky smile, and his eyes were shining with a bit of glee. Mischievous glee. And again, was he really this tall this morning? You had expected the angel again, and you got - this. And you had no complaints. He looked even BETTER than you remembered.

You know what, screw you universe. Screw. You.

You opened your mouth to apologize, but then your tongue froze. Why would you apologize? This is a normal time of day, it wasn’t abnormal and perfectly reasonable time to make some noise. PLUS he was normally gone at this time.

“I had today off, he explained, almost as if he read your mind.

You took a few steps back and opened the door more, inviting him inside wordlessly. He chucked as he came in and stopped in the entryway, looking around at your home. “Wow, you… I like your set-up. I wish I had thought of doing something ike this. This make it seem so roomy. And definitely like a home.”

You were trying to figure out how to make this less awkward as you closed the door and were so grateful he started talking first. “Yeah, I don’t get any of the credit. My friend Jessi came and helped me. Before she came over, most of my stuff was still in boxes to be honest. Just taking stuff out as I needed it or thought of it.”

Jungkook nodded understandingly as he leaned over and saw the pan on the stove. “Smells good,” he stated, then crinkled his nose. “Though it might be close to-”

“Oh my god I hope it isn’t burning!” You didn’t mean to cut him off, but the fear for your shrimp overcame you, and you quickly went to turn off the stove and move the pan. (Shrimp is expensive okay? You don’t have money to be throwing shrimp away!)

That made him smile again, and he seemed more like the man you met this morning. He started to lightly rock from the front of his feet to his heels and back again, looking like he was beginning to feel awkward - Oh!

“Come in! You can come in more Jungkook, don’t worry,” you stated, finally catching on.

He slowly walked over, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to figure out what to say. “So… I can see what you meant,” he stated after some hesitation.

You were confused as you tried to encourage him to continue. “I clearly heard you singing too. These walls really don’t hide much, do they,” he finished. 

That made you chortle as you shook your head, pouring the shrimp pasta onto a plate. “You can say that again. I only learned because one day, Yoongi played music when he thought his headphones were attached - and they weren’t. I heard EVERYTHING. From the music playing, his yelp, and even him falling out of what I assumed was his chair when it caught him off guard.”

That brought a grin to Jungkook’s handsome face as he rolled his eyes. “I wish he would have told me,” he said once the laugh passed, his self-consciousness making another appearance. 

You snuck a look at him, and he was looking at the ground, slightly scuffing his feet. How does he go from hot and sexy to adorable so quickly? Going to give you whiplash, this one will. “In his defense, I don’t thihnk he knew. He was out a lot. And if he was home for any period of time, he normally had his headphones on. But more often than not, if he was home, he was asleep.”

Jungkook nodded. “Makes sense, I suppose.”

But there seemed to be more he wanted to say. You put everything down and went to stand in front of him, arms crossed inf front of you as you bent to try to get within his eyesight. “Is there something wrong? You okay?”

Jungkook sighed as he finally straightened up, his height once again making itself known. “You don’t think… I wake up everyone, do you?”

You had to mentally tell yourself to breathe, as he was so precious. You could tell that he was feeling bad about the situation. “No, I don’t think so. Our two rooms share the same wall. So even if I hear you, the neighbor on the other side probably doesn’t. Distance and all that. Plus, they haven’t said anything yet, right,” you asked.

He shook his head, confirming that no one else had said anything to him, at which you let out air that you did not know you had been holding. Good. 

“Also, my bedroom shares the same wall as your bedroom. If you haven’t noticed, the apartments kinda mirro each other.”

Jungkook took another look around, surprise coloring his face once more. “Oh… I wasn’t paying attention.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that filled your face as you nodded knowingly - missing his slight reaction to your smile. “And that’s okay! No harm, no foul.” You winced at the words that spewed from your mouth. Really? Busting out the old sayings like that? Dang. 

You knew that Jungkook was younger than you - but you weren’t sure how much. It couldn’t be more than a couple of years, but it was moments like that that you felt like it was probably more.  But he obviously didn’t notice. You noticed his body language, and he was loosening up, so whatever you said had actually helped. 

“Feel better?”

He nodded enthusiastically as he noticed that you had made yourself dinner - a solo meal. He looked at you excitedly as if he just had a brilliant idea that he had to share. “Hey! So, how about I get you some dinner sometime to make up for the multiple times I woke you up? It won’t be enough to make up for the countless hours, probably, but i can be a start! The start of becoming a good neighbor.”

At that moment, he reminded you of a hopeful bunny, his eyes shining with excitement, and they want to make things right. You originally weren’t sure if that would be a good idea, but how in the world are you supposed to say no to those eyes? Plus, being on friendly terms with your neighbor would be nice.

It certainly didn’t help to squash your growing crush on him, but maybe being friends would help. Plus, he seemed nice, like a great person to add to your shorter list of friends. 

“Sounds good, I’d like that,” you stated as you gave in. It made you feel warm inside at how joyful he seemed that you said yes. His smile was truly infectious. You can see what Yoongi meant - he truly was a good person. 

You held out your hand. “Nice to meet you properly neighbor.”

He looked at your hand, blinked for a moment, but then enthusiastically took your hand for the shake. Olive branch received. His grip was a bit firmer than you had expected it to be, but his gratefulness was obvious. (And you are praying that you aren’t blushing. Does he realize he has this type of effect on people? God, you couldn’t wait for him to meet Jessi. She’s going to die.)

“You too neighbor.”

Jungkook looked at the clock on his phone when it dinged. Seems like he had gotten a notification, but it made him notice the time. “I should let you eat now so your food doesn’t get cold. It would be such a waste.”

He then handed over his phone to you after unlocking it. “Text yourself. That way we can have each other’s number and can arrange for the meal!”

You nodded and sent yourself a message. Your phone dinged on the counter, confirming it was successfully delivered. “Got it,” you stated as you handed his phone back. 

He nodded again and waved to you as he was heading towards the door. Once he touched the handle, he stopped and looked back at you. “Hey… thanks. For being so cool about it. About all of it. You had every right to be really mean. I’m glad though that it was you - not because you lost sleep or anything, but because it gave us a chance to talk and stuff. I’ll talk to you later…”

“Y/N,” you stated, realizing you never told him your name. 

“Y/N,” he repeated with a grin. Wow, him saying your name took your breath away too. Unknowingly to you, he affected him too. He opened the door and left, making sure it closed securely behind him.

You couldn’t help the smile that overtook you and just warmed your entire body. This… this was the same kind of happy and joy that you experienced with your friends, with a hint of something else. It was… nice. As you grabbed your dinner and walked into the living room so you could eat and watch tv, you couldn’t stop thinking about the interaction.

Yeah, you were glad too. That even though you lost some sleep, you got to meet your Nightingale.

good evening i am sad and y'all always send ME fic ideas so it's my turn to give YOU one 🔪 somebody write this for me and don't ask me to do it bc i'm on a jungkook detox,,, boy is half my masterlist rn 🤣

i want a fic where reader and jk live in the same apartment building (either like next door neighbors or one floor above/below each other) and she's getting really sick of his midnight karaoke habit (even tho he is a good singer,, but still she has work in the morning !!!) 💀 but then when she goes to confront him she realizes oh no..... he's cute.....

could be anything from only mild annoyance/mostly fluff to outright enemies to lovers, dealer's choice. if anyone writes this for me...... idk you can have my firstborn or my undying affection or something 💍

ok delulu hours are over 🤪 love u goodnight babes ✨

[shawtuzi]

more of plug eren plssss it was too good 😩😩

OFCCCC

this might be a little messy and rushed but i hope y’all like it </3

this is 18+///cw include: smut, some fluff, drug usage, black coded reader

- plug!eren loves buying you different kinds of jewelry his favorite being the silver anklet with a small e dangling from it. he loves the way it jingles ever so softly by his ear whenever he’s got you on your back legs up in the air. ah yes he loves that anklet very much but the tennis necklace that sits so pretty on your neck is a close second

- whenever you sleepover at his apartment (which is almost every night) he’s always the first to wake up and does his daily wake and bake. he ofc has another blunt set aside for when you wake up knowing you wouldn’t let him hear the end of it for smoking without you

- i don’t see him being much of a drinker for obvious reasons but when he does drink girl he is a SLUT!!! give this man a couple shots of hennessy and he’ll have you folded in a mating press whining and bitching about how much he wants to cum in you and how much he loves you. get him cross faded and he’ll become the definition of a service dom, giving you multiple orgasms until you have to tap out only for him to breathlessly plead in your ear, “c’mon baby just one more time you feel so fucking good”

- plug!eren’s first post with the two of you on his ig is captioned “me & my bitch” and this man genuinely thought he was being romantic and still does to this day so he refuses to change it

- plug!eren will never admit it to anyone except you ofc but he loves baking. you don’t know when he got into it or why but he loves it and he infuses everything obviously. you tried making a simple red velvet with him one night and everything was going fine until you suggested the two of you have some wine while you wait which lead to eren suggesting a quickie which lead to the poor cake slowly burning while eren had your face pushed in his mattress

- KING OF BACKSHOTS!!!! omfg the way he can reach so deep and bump against that special spot with every stroke is straight up insanity. he def does the thing where he holds his shirt up with his teeth so he can see himself fucking into you

- don’t even think about buying from another plug or even a dispensary plug!eren considers it cheating but 10x worse

- “where did you get that?” eren asked referring to the disposable pen you were holding. “umm….connie….” you mumbled looking everywhere but eren’s face. “wow y/n just wow” he huffed crossing his arms an adorable pout on his face. you learned that day that plug!eren is very possessive over his clientele especially you

- baby boy secretly loves to be praised whether it’s about his looks, his performance in bed, or how good his weed is he just loves hearing good things about himself

- is the type to grab you by your throat/jaw and say “stop playin’ with me” whenever ur acting bratty and then gives u a lil kiss on the lips to let you know you’re gonna get ur way. he just cannot help but spoil you his woman deserves the finest of everything in this world

- your contact name in his phone is “wife” and the contact picture is a pic of you sleeping clutching onto the hello kitty plushie he bought for you

- plug!eren absolutely adores having slow sensual sex while he’s high!!! he loves having you ride him omfg the way he’s able to slowly run his hands over your body and admire the pretty fucked out look on your face <333 the dirty talk is elite as well and don’t even get me started on his facial expressions

- “fuuuck you feel so good baby” eren rasped using what little strength he had to bounce you on his dick. you couldn’t even reply your mind too foggy to come up with a response all you could muster were tiny moans and whines. he looked so pretty. his brows were furrowed and his nose was scrunched homeboy was completely basked in the feeling of your pussy. “this fucking pussy i swear y/n i’m gonna fuck a kid in you if you keep squeezin’ me like that” *screams internally*

- loves to roll blunts on you. he’ll roll up on your tits, back, ass, stomach it doesn’t matter he just loves to do it

- plug!eren doesn’t like to share as we all know but there was this one time you convinced him to watch you and mikasa fool around and he liked it way more then he admitted. smoking a blunt and watching the two women he trusted more than anything make out and touch each other??? yeah he loved it but don’t worry eren knew good and well his dick belonged to you and would never think about be intimate with another woman even if you were okay with it no one compares to his pretty lil gf </3

[sibsteria]

could you post chris pontius nsfw hcs please 🤭

yes yes yes I can 😻😻

nsfw hc’s for Chris Pontius

first things first bestie, his sex drive is through the mf roof

such a needy fuck

he will stand next you to nuzzling his whole face into your neck

rubbing up against you until you give

he is that bitch that will grind up against you no matter where

“baby, no one’s gonna care”

“they’re gonna care”

“no one’s gonna care 🥺”

he’s such an exhibitionist, will literally have you pressed up against any window he can find

‘they can see you but they can’t have you’ energy

if you’re both at a party and he can’t keep his mind off you, he will fuck you against the nearest wall

bitch just doesn’t care 💋

he’s hardcore slamming into you when there’s gaggles of party goers crossing by you

walks around your shared property ass naked

finds it incredibly hot when you’re jealous

so if y’all on a beach day and there’s a brave little soul flirting with him

you had better walk up to your man and make out with him, leg up around his waist

“oh, sorry, didn’t see you there. what’s your name?” cue eye rolling and storming off

“such a jealous little princess”

“I’m not jealous, she just needed to learn some manners”

he doesn’t press the matter but fully knows you’re territorial and jealous as hell

if someone’s flirting with you?

he sits back and watches the show

almost giggling at the nerve

but if they dare touch you? they’re on the floor, fist to the face

you show any discomfort and he’s whisking you away

a lot of car sex

a lot

blow jobs as he’s slowly touring the area

parking lot fingering

pulling over just to have you bouncing on his lap

the backseat is fucking filthy

you know he never cleans up after you two

“jesus, dude, your car smells like a fuckin’ sperm bank” -bam, probably

speaking of, during the spermathon he will have you getting yourself off in front of him

results are fast

when he opens the door you scurry to cover yourself

“fuck, dude?!”

it’s nothing that no one there hadn’t seen before

he loves to finger you under tables

no matter the company or location

9 times out of 10 no one notices

he has so much stamina

you had best believe you’re getting pounded for hours

only to wake up to him eating you out like sleep isn’t in his agenda

his cock twitching up at your whines as you wrap your fingers in his hair

it’s up to you to clean the sheets because he has better things to do

like making them dirty again

can’t blame a man 🤷‍♀️

what we have learned from today is that chris pontius’ favourite hobby is being balls deep in you

[ugh-yoongi]

keep driving | jjk

(the one where you and jeongguk go on a road trip to nowhere and finally say all the things you usually hold back, and then you just keep driving.)

pairing: jungkook x f.reader

genre: best friends to lovers | fluff, comedy

rating: mature

warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual situations (nothing explicit/no smut), alcohol consumption, drug use (weed/edibles), my brand of violent affection, jk drives a very stupid car, one hint of social commentary on the exploitation of chinese laborers during the creation of the us railroad system, i make fun of the way taehyung dresses one (1) time, small cameos by joshua & jun from svt in order to set up a joke, this is just pretty soft idk what to say, happy almost summer y’all.

wordcount: 6.8k

listen to: “keep driving” by harry styles

a/n: i have had the most horrendous writer’s block since i posted love.fm, then i got possessed and wrote all of this in 24hrs. crazy how that works. as stated above, this is entirely inspired by “keep driving” by harry styles and probably makes the most sense if you listen to the song. thank you to my loves lauren (@effortandmore) and jess (@the-boy-meets-evil​) for beta’ing this for me. ❤

FRIDAY, 7:01am—There’s a very light, fluttering feeling against your skin that you can’t place. Warm, soft, tingling. A brush, something ghosting along your skin, heat left in its wake.

“Hey.” You hear the words, vaguely; they take a long time to register, like they’re coming from some far away, unreachable place. “Wake up, idiot.”

Ah, you know that voice. Makes sense it’d take something nice and turn it awful; infiltrate the nice dream you were having and turn it into a nightmare. “Get out of my apartment before I call the cops,” you say, not bothering to crack open your eyes. You know what you’ll see: Jeongguk staring down at you with those too-large eyes, crooked front teeth showing from his wide, beaming smile. It’ll still be dark out, Jeongguk will probably be covered in a light sheen of sweat, fresh from the gym at some ungodly hour, and you’ll feel fond and wish you didn’t.

Better to keep your eyes closed.

“You gave me a key, stupid.”

You try (and fail) to roll your eyes behind your eyelids. “So I’m revoking it. Give it back, since you clearly can’t be trusted with it.”

“No,” he says simply. “Get up or I’ll turn the light on and steal your comforter.”

Subconsciously, you fist the duvet tighter. “You do that and the first thing I’m doing when I get up is swinging on you.”

Jeongguk cackles wildly, flopping ungraciously onto your bed. Half of his body winds up on top of yours and it’s a familiar weight. Everything about Jeongguk is a familiar comfort. “I’m not scared of you. You can’t even fight.”

“I’ll learn, just so I can beat your ass the next time you show up at my apartment at—what time is it?”

“A little after seven.”

You groan. “Okay, so I’ll learn how to fight just so I can beat your ass the next time you show up at my apartment a little after seven.”

Jeongguk laughs again, but it’s softer this time, muffled by the way he’s nuzzled into the crook of your neck. It comes out in little puffs of breath that give you goosebumps. “Still not scared of you.”

You huff. “Well, you should be! You’ve been blowing me off for weeks. I’m mad at you and I’m not gonna hold back.” Jeongguk moves to say something foul, so you reach around wildly until you find his mouth and clamp your hand over it. “Shut up. I don’t wanna hear whatever gross shit is about to come out of your mouth. I already know you were blowing me off to get slapped around in bed because you like it.”

There’s a garbled reply. You remove your hand. “Jesus. I said I wasn’t, it was finals week.”

“Yeah, finals week, as in one singular week. You’ve been ignoring my texts for three.”

See, the thing about Jeongguk is that he’s hopelessly endearing. Even when you’ve got a legitimate reason, it’s damn near impossible to be mad at him, and he’s a bastard so he knows this. The two of you have been friends long enough that he knows every one of your exploitable weak points, so all he has to do is press in closer to you, drape an arm over your waist, and hook his head over your shoulder. “Baby,” he says with an exaggerated pout, “I’m sorry. Forgive me and come back to bed.”

You shriek, throwing his arm off of you. “You are so fucking weird, Jeongguk, I swear to god—”

“Baby,” he sing-songs again, “don’t be mad at me. Baby, baby, baby—”

You’re in hell, you’re certain of it, because hell is Jeongguk only being like this with you but never clarifying what that means. Around everyone else he’s shy, hesitant to reach out and touch, always looking like he’s ten steps behind. Turns red when anyone showers him in praise and attention. You still remember freshman year, the party you’d dragged him to so he could meet some of your friends and maybe make them his, too—you remember the way a girl from your astronomy elective had latched onto him. Made sure to keep a drink in his hand and invite him to dance, and you remember how he always tried to find you in the crowd, how badly he looked like he was going to throw up just because a hot girl was grinding her ass against his dick.

You know he’s had hookups since then. Loads of them, judging from the shit Taehyung says when he gets too stoned and starts crying because Jeongguk is his roommate and Taehyung misses him when he’s off getting laid and they can’t play Overwatch together. But in all the time you’ve known him, Jeongguk has never committed to anything except being your best friend and Taehyung’s roommate and his Overwatch character.

So, yeah. Hell is knowing all of that and still having to wonder.

“Wait,” he says, propping himself up on one elbow, “are you actually mad at me? Like, for real?”

“No,” you grumble, even though you mean kind of.

Jeongguk sighs. “That doesn’t sound very convincing. Like, you said no but it sounded like you meant yes, so if you mean yes you should just say that so I can apologize and tell you why I’m dragging you out of bed at seven-thirty.”

Finally, you roll over to face him, and heave out a sigh. “Fine. I am actually a little mad at you.”

“Okay.” He smiles. “I’m sorry I neglected you and our friendship and made you feel bad. That was shitty of me and I won’t do it again—or, if I do, I will make sure to check in and let you know what’s going on.”

Hell is the way your chest grows tight. Hell is how warm your cheeks become under his gaze, all serious and pointed so you know he actually means it. Hell is how you try so hard to hold on to your glare, keep it cemented on your face, but the corners of your mouth twitch almost immediately. Hell is how you can’t help but smile, snorting as you laugh. “Fine,” you concede, “you’re forgiven.”

“Thank god. What would I do if you stayed mad at me forever?”

You pretend to mull it over. “Taehyung would replace me as your best friend, obviously. The two of you would never leave your apartment and just play Overwatch forever. You’d probably get married just for the tax write-offs—”

“Overwatch themed wedding, of course,” Jeongguk adds.

You nod. “Of course. Overwatch themed wedding. You’ll be a famous film director and they’ll ask you to do some low-budget video game movie that flops—”

“Hey!”

“—and twenty years from now, when it flops and almost ends your career, you’ll sit on your disgusting couch with Taehyung, your husband, and say, ‘Damn, I really shouldn’t have ignored her and made you my best friend instead. Worst mistake of my life.’ And Taehyung will get really mad, because sometimes you say really insensitive shit without meaning to, and Taehyung’s, like, tissue-paper-soft, and then he’ll divorce you—”

Jeongguk nuzzles back into your neck. “This is really fucked up,” he whines. “Why are you ruining my life like this?”

“For fun.”

“It’s not very fun for me.” He sits up, then, and a crooked little smirk makes its way onto his face. “Now get up. We have very important stuff to do.”

“Like what?”

12:46pm—Of all the harebrained schemes Jeongguk has thought up over the last five years, and there’s been countless, he’s really outdone himself this time.

“Are you insane?” you ask, sunglasses pulled down over your eyes so he can’t see how severe your scowl is. “I told you after what happened last time that I am never stepping foot in this piece of shit again.”

“Oh, come on,” he argues, “it wasn’t even that bad.”

You don’t respond, just plant your feet more firmly into the asphalt. “I said no.”

Scoffing, he mimes getting stabbed in the heart. “Et tu, Brutus?”

“Brute.”

“Brut-ever. Will you get in the car now?”

You eye the monstrosity that is Jeongguk’s car. Two years ago it’d been a typical piece of shit college kid’s car: held together by a hope and a prayer, more rust than functioning automobile, and the best Jeongguk could afford after working under the table for shit pay all through high school. All of that had been fine. Sure, you didn’t necessarily feel safe in it since there was never a non-zero chance of some necessary part falling off after Jeongguk took a turn too fast, but you hadn’t reached the point of embarrassed refusal until The Bet.

The long and short of it is this: Jeongguk, after watching Deadpool for the nth time, decided to name his scrap heap after Bea Arthur, to which Taehyung had replied, stoned out of his mind, that Bea Arthur was a Golden Girl and Jeongguk did not have a Golden Girls-worthy car. That part was factual. Jeongguk did not have a Golden Girls-worthy car; he had a piece of shit Jeep Wrangler that was only one year younger than him. Taehyung, because he was still stoned out of his mind, then proceeded to explain to Jeongguk, in great detail, that the only way his car would ever be worthy of her name would be to paint her pink. He bet him two trips to Taco Bell and one uninterrupted hour on the PS4 to do it.

So Jeongguk did. Went out the next day and bought all the cans of Barbie pink spray paint from the hardware store near campus and painted his car in the resident lot outside their shared apartment.

It looked—and still looks—absolutely terrible. Especially after Taehyung bought him those trashy car eyelashes as a gag gift.

“No.”

Jeongguk stomps his feet. “You’re so rude. Apologize to her.”

“Absolutely not,” you say. The left eyelash falls off a little more. “Look at it,” you say, pointing to the disgusting decoration, “it’s hanging on for dear life.”

The next thing you know, Jeongguk is wrenching your duffel bag out of your hands and tossing it in the backseat. He’s got the doors taken off the Jeep so it just stares back at you, taunting, and you have half a mind to grab it back and stomp your way back up to your apartment because he’s looking at you like you’re next, like you’re the next thing he’s going to toss over his shoulder and forcefully put into the car. “If you touch me I’ll scream.”

His eyes narrow. “Go ahead. Graduation was a week ago. Everyone’s already gone.”

You look across the empty parking lot. Point taken. Still: “You don’t know that,” you argue. “You’re discounting people who don’t drive. We live in a very walkable city with great public transportation.”

“Please get in the car,” he grumbles, clearly very over this conversation. “It’s fucking hot and I have an itinerary to stick to.”

You cock a disbelieving eyebrow. “There’s no way you made an itinerary.”

“I will actually murder you if you don’t get in the fucking car right now.”

“Did you physically feel the feminism leaving your body as you said that to me?” you snark, finally folding yourself in the passenger’s seat.

Jeongguk gets in beside you, lets out an extremely loud groan, and sticks the key in the ignition. “Please shut the entire fuck up. I’m begging.”

4:19pm—Jeongguk gets a speeding ticket roughly one hour into your little trip, which puts him in a sour mood for the rest of the drive.

You’d been able to coax out of him that the first stop on your itinerary is a house party. Taehyung had invited him. A friend of a friend of a friend from his hometown, all the way down the line until you’d stopped listening. Whoever it is has a pool, a very large and very heated one according to Jeongguk, so that was good enough for you. As it was, you didn’t turn down a good house party very often, but you’re a little surprised Jeongguk would drive nearly four hours out of his way for one.

Not that it matters. You meet Taehyung at his parents’ house, the picture of suburban monotony, and he hugs the two of you like he hasn’t seen you in years even though it’s been five days.

“My parents left this morning,” he explains, hiking your bag over his shoulder as he gives you a half-assed tour of the house. There’s a living room and a dining room and a kitchen that doesn’t look like it’s been updated since 2004. “Went on some bougie vacation to celebrate my college graduation.”

“Shouldn’t you be the one going on a trip to celebrate?”

Taehyung gestures for you and Jeongguk to climb the stairs ahead of him. “Nope,” he says. “They said they’re celebrating their quote-unquote financial independence since I have finally graduated college and am officially cut off from the family credit card. Ah, hook a right, the guest room is the last door on the left. I figured you two wouldn’t mind sharing.”

“That’s fine,” you say at the same time Jeongguk says, “I would literally rather eat a live tarantula.”

Taehyung plops your bag on the bed and nods sagely, like he was expecting this. “Lover’s spat, huh? I feel for you, bro. It’s hard out here for people like us.”

“What does that mean?” you ask. “Who are people like you?”

“Extremely good-looking,” Taehyung answers.

“Very desirable,” Jeongguk tacks on.

“People who have a fantastic sense of fashion.”

“Now I know you’re lying because he’s in a crop top and a pair of sweatpants he cut into shorts himself that still have a cum stain—”

Jeongguk’s jaw drops. “It’s pizza grease!” he argues.

“—and it’s ninety-three degrees outside and you’re in a three-piece suit. Who do you think you are, Andrew fucking Carnegie? You’re dressed like you’re about to monopolize the railroads. What are you going to this party to do, exploit some labor?”

10:37pm—Taehyung throws you in the pool for insulting his suit.

Jeongguk’s yelling at him when you surface. Something about a woman who got pushed in a pool and got paralyzed and it’s not fucking funny, Tae, what if she got hurt, you fucking dickhead, and you’re laughing. Taehyung snaps a picture of you with the film camera hanging around his neck, your smile so, so big even though there’s chlorine in your eyes and your outfit’s ruined and your sunglasses are at the bottom of the deep end.

“See?” Taehyung says. “She’s fine.”

Jeongguk punches him in the shoulder anyway.

He says something you can’t hear over the noise of the party, so he kneels down by the coping and leans in close. You could count every individual eyelash if you wanted, and the warmth of his breath is a dizzying contrast from your wet skin. You wonder what he thinks about when the two of you are this close. You wonder if it’s instinctual, like the unspoken, natural conclusion is the two of you always being drawn this close together. You wonder if he thinks about kissing you. You wonder if he thinks about you like that at all, the way you sometimes think about him.

“Are you really okay?” he asks again, voice so much softer than the one he’d used with Taehyung. You nod. “Are you cold?”

“A little.”

He offers his hand to you, pulls you out of the pool like you’re weightless. Doesn’t take it back once you’re on solid ground again, just threads your fingers together. “Okay. Let’s get you into some warm clothes.”

“You want to go back to Tae’s?”

Jeongguk leads you through the house until he finds an empty bedroom. “Here,” he says, pulling his shirt over his head. “It should be big enough to cover you.” All you can do is stare. “Lock the door behind me, okay? Just so no one barges in on you while you’re changing. I’ll be right back, I’m gonna see if I can find you a towel.”

Why do you feel like you’ve been hit by a train?

You nod again, mumbling a quiet thank you under your breath. You do as Jeongguk says and lock the door behind him, pull off your wet clothes, wince as the air conditioning bites at your skin. Still in your bra and underwear, because there’s no point in putting on Jeongguk’s dry shirt while you’re still wearing them, so you just hold it in your hands. Let the residual body heat warm your fingers. You know it smells like him; you’d watched him spritz on cologne before you left.

There’s a knock on the door. “It’s me. I got a towel.”

You’re pulling it open before you have time to think about how undressed you are. Not like Jeongguk’s never seen you in this state before—you’d started sleeping in shorts and tank tops at the very least after the third time he dropped by unannounced—just like you’ve seen him shirtless countless times. And it’s not necessarily that it feels different now, but it does, a little. He gasps when he takes you in, so quiet you’d miss it if the two of you weren’t so far away from the rest of the party, and it’s so hot outside and there’s so many fucking people around that there’s already a light sheen of sweat along his chest, down the arm that’s covered in tattoos, all the lines you’ve traced over a million times.

He swallows. You watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. “What, um. D’you want me to see if I can put your clothes in the dryer?”

It’s so hard to pull your gaze away from him. “Nah,” you answer, “it’s okay. I’ll just find a bag or something and dry them once we get back to Tae’s.”

“What about your, uh. Your—you know.”

“My what? My underwear?”

A mortified whimper escapes him that even he looks surprised by. “Y-yeah.”

You laugh as you towel off your hair. “Well, I’ll probably ditch the bra. It’s not like most of these perverts have never seen hard nipples before, but I’m not giving them anymore of a free show, so I’ll have to deal with the wet underwear.”

“Do you want mine?”

That shuts you up. “Jeongguk, I know we’re, like, best friends or whatever, but most best friends don’t share underwear. Worn underwear, especially.”

He looks even more mortified now. Turns red from his cheeks all the way to his bellybutton. “Oh. Right, um. Dumb question.”

You snort. “Turn around,” you say, tone teasing. You wonder if he’s just as glad as you to have something else to look at.

The shirt feels just like being in Jeongguk’s arms, warm and familiar. Barely covers your entire ass, but most of the girls outside are wearing less, so you’ll be okay. And you’ll never admit it, but it feels nice to wear it, to feel a little possessive for once. Everyone back at school who knows you knows Jeongguk, just like everyone who knows Jeongguk knows you, but these people don’t know either of you, so you like that there’s not many conclusions they can draw from seeing Jeongguk shirtless, from seeing you wear it.

You’ll never, ever admit it.

“All good?” he asks. Mhmm, you answer. “I ran into Tae in the kitchen. He wanted me to tell you he’s sorry before he gets too drunk and forgets, but he gave me a joint as an olive branch if you wanna share it.”

You don’t want to leave this bedroom. Don’t want to pop this weird little bubble you’ve found yourself in. But Jeongguk’s got that green tint to his skin again, looks like he’s ready to come out of it any second, so you slide your feet back into your sandals and nod. “Yeah, sounds good.”

11:16pm—Jeongguk has never been a very good smoker. Never really got the hang of it, still coughs like an eighty-year-old man every time he takes a hit. It’d been endearing the first few times you and Taehyung had tried to teach him, but now it’s just really sad.

“Fu-fuck,” he chokes, “I missed it.”

You take the joint from his outstretched fingers. Inhale. Don’t cough. “Missed what?” Blow it out.

“Eleven-eleven,” he answers. “I was gonna make a wish.”

You take another hit. “What were you gonna wish for?”

Jeongguk lays back in the grass. Stares up at the sky and all the stars. “I dunno. A million dollars. A car you’re not embarrassed to be seen in. A PS5. An apartment I could afford without a roommate. One of those, like, really expensive Iron Man figurines from Japan.”

“You’re so full of shit. You know damn well if you bought any of those Japanese figurines it’d be one of those anime ones with the tits all out.”

You try to pass the joint back, but Jeongguk waves you away. “Finish it. And I am not full of shit. I want that Iron Man one real bad. They’re like three-hundred dollars on eBay.”

You’re not looking at him when you say, “Wow, you’ve really got a lot to wish for, huh?”

But he’s looking right at you when he answers, “You have no idea.”

SATURDAY, 1:27am—The kid whose house you’re at is named Joshua.

You meet him by accident in the living room, where he nearly spills three cups of beer down your front and still manages to rope you into a game of pong. He’s known Taehyung forever, he says. Tells you they have the same birthday, same year and everything, so Taehyung thinks they’re platonic soulmates or whatever.

(Joshua’s cheeks were pink when he said, “I didn’t have the heart to explain the birthday paradox to him.”

Your eyes widened. “So you just… put up with him? Like, voluntarily? For twenty years?”)

Even with Jeongguk as your teammate, the two of you lose the first game horrifically. You knew it was a bad idea to partner with him. Not only can he not smoke, he can’t really function after he does, either. Someone knocks into him, a stray elbow in his ribs, and he sends his next throw so off-center it hits Joshua’s partner square in the forehead. Doesn’t fall into the cup on the way down, either.

“Jesus,” you mutter. “You need to get your shit together, dude, I’ve already taken all of your drinks because you’re a lightweight and you start crying if you get too drunk and I’m about two more cups from puking in a bush outside, and you just hit…” You pause, looking at Joshua’s pong partner. “Sorry, what’s your name?”

The poor kid looks like a deer caught in headlights. Well, a deer with a very red, very circular mark on its forehead. “Um—”

“Shit, sorry, this is Jun,” Joshua cuts in. “He’s doing a study abroad year. He’s from China.”

Your jaw drops a little, drunken panic settling into your veins. “Oh my god. Holy shit. Tell him to stay away from Taehyung, he’s trying to monopolize the railroads and exploit labor—”

3:39am—You’ve shared beds with Jeongguk before.

Loads of times, actually, especially during those early days of college. Jeongguk had shown up at your dorm countless times back then, eyes rimmed red and limbs trembling, homesick. There wasn’t much you could do except tuck him into your twin bed and run your fingers through his hair. He’d spent so many nights like that, eyes closed, breath steadying as he told you all about his family, his friends, the town he’d grown up in. And it’d just… stayed like that. Became a thing. No matter the size of your bed, half of it always belonged to Jeongguk.

Now, though.

Now is an entirely different story.

“Why are people afraid of mummies?”

You drag your attention away from the ceiling to stare at him, the corners of your mouth turning upwards involuntarily. “What?”

“Why are people afraid of mummies,” Jeongguk repeats, tugging the thick duvet up to his chin. “Like, I watched that Brendan Fraser movie the other day and I don’t get it.”

You sigh. You’re in for a long night if The Mummy (1999) is what Jeongguk is going to wax philosophical about, but you indulge him. You always do. “Hm. Imhotep was never really mummified, though. Like, just because you’re buried alive with flesh-eating beetles and put in a sarcophagus doesn’t make you a legitimate mummy, you know?”

Jeongguk snaps his fingers in agreement. You can’t see his face too well in the dark, but you imagine the way his eyes light up. “See, that’s what I said! He’s not even a real mummy. They gotta wrap you with the stuff to be a real mummy. He’s a fraud.”

You laugh. “A fraud mummy?”

“Yeah, a frummy. I Googled it and there’s a whole process. He cheated.”

“A process, huh?” you ask, closing the space between you. He’s so warm. Still smells a little like smoke and sweat and the way he always does, and you wonder if it’ll stick to the pillow. If you’ll wake up in the morning half on his pillow and breathe in and think, yeah, that’s Jeongguk. “Tell me all about it.”

Jeongguk’s hand finds yours again. You expect him to lace your fingers together, again, but he doesn’t: he digs his thumb into your palm, draws lines into the muscle there. Just barely, you can see the ink on his knuckles, remember when he got it done. “I don’t remember,” he says, voice like spun sugar.

“This is why you should stop smoking. You’re terrible at it.”

He laughs through his nose. A snort of breath that rustles your hair. A snort of breath that wouldn’t have if you weren’t so close, but why wouldn’t you be. Why would you ever want to be far away from Jeongguk when you can be like this instead? “That’s not why.” An aborted sigh. “I mean, it is, but—I don’t know. It’s not why.”

There’s something about the early morning, the gray light that creeps in around the edges of the curtains, the stillness and the quiet. It makes you brave—maybe a little stupid, too, if you’re being honest. A little vulnerable. But this is how it’s always been between you and Jeongguk. Things you’re too scared to say in the daytime come out in the dark, where they’re safe. So you sit up. Prop yourself up on one elbow and stare down at him, his face still obscured by the comforter, large eyes just visible over the hem. “What are you not saying?” you ask, reaching out to brush his hair away from his face.

There’s a beat of silence. An unsteady inhale. And then he says, “A lot,” and doesn’t open his eyes again.

“You can tell me,” you say. His hair is so soft. “You know that. You can tell me anything.”

He looks pained. “I want to. I want to so bad, but it’s just, like—it’s so hard. Why is it so hard?”

“Hm. Why don’t I tell you something hard first, and we can trade?”

That gets him to crack an eye open. “No, I don’t trust you. You’re gonna say something stupid like diamonds are the hardest known material on earth to trick me. Fuck no.”

“I’m not gonna trick you,” you say around your laughter, “but it’s actually graphene. Two guys from the University of Manchester won the Nobel Prize in Physics in 2010 for it and everything.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Why do you even know that? You were a linguistics major.”

“Yeah, a linguistics major that graduated with honors. That means I’m, like, really smart.” You cross your eyes and make a funny face. His smile feels like the sun. “So? You wanna shake on it?”

“This feels like a crossroads deal.”

You scoff, still smiling. “You’re impossible. How ‘bout this: I’m just gonna say what I was planning on saying the whole time, and you can do whatever you want, no crossroads deals required.”

A raised eyebrow. “Then what’s the catch? There’s always a ca—”

“I wanted to kiss you so bad at that party.”

A whimper, and then there’s silence. It stretches on so long you wonder if the darkness has made you too brave. If you’ve said something you shouldn’t have and gave life to something that should’ve stayed hidden. Now it exists. Now it’s something that’s tangible and real; something Jeongguk can reach out and touch. Something he can take hold of gently and keep close to him, or something that singes his skin when he gets too close.

Something to shy away from.

And then—”Only at the party?”

He’s looking right at you. Maybe the darkness makes Jeongguk brave, too.

“All the time.”

Jeongguk rolls his lips. You can’t look away. “Right now, too?” You nod. “Fuck. Fuck, me too.”

“I’m still a little drunk,” you admit. “Not an excuse, I just—what if you never wanna kiss me again and this is the only time and I don’t remember it?”

He smiles. Leans in close and presses a kiss to your forehead. “There’s no rush. We can kiss in the morning, when we’re both stupidly hungover. Like a reward.”

“After we brush our teeth, though,” you tack on, starting to feel the exhaustion creep in. “We’ll wake up, brush our teeth, and then we’ll kiss.”

“Mhmm,” he agrees, pulling you down so your head’s on his chest. Presses another kiss to the top of your head. His heartbeat is so loud, so erratic. You’re so tired. “We’re gonna kiss so much.”

“So much. It’s gonna be gross, how much we’re gonna kiss.”

11:54am—The inside of your mouth tastes like something drowned in battery acid and died.

By the grace of all things holy, you’ve somehow escaped the worst of it. Your head’s mostly intact; you’re able to crack your eyes open and not immediately want to throw up at all the light in the room. Your stomach’s a little queasy but nothing a disgusting, greasy breakfast won’t cure.

All things considered, you’ve definitely had worse hangovers.

But you wake up alone. The half of Jeongguk’s pillow you’ve claimed does smell like him, you learn, and you smile to yourself in the privacy of the room. The shower is running in the en suite. Jeongguk’s quietly singing some pop song. Taehyung’s snoring so loudly down the hall you’re surprised the paint’s still on the walls. You want to wake up like this forever.

“Hi,” Jeongguk says, appearing in the doorway just in a towel. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” you grumble. “How long have you been up?”

Jeongguk shrugs. Moves to his bag by the closet. “A few hours.”

“How?”

He very purposely turns away from you, then. Stumbles over his words as he says, “I couldn’t sleep. Too excited, I guess.” You can still see the way his neck turns red, anyway, and it’s not the flush from his shower.

“You got so excited to kiss me you couldn’t sleep?”

“Stooooop,” he whines. “Don’t tease me. I’m already fragile.”

You fling yourself back against the mattress, cackling wildly. “Should I go brush my teeth? Make your sleep deprivation worth it?”

“What, are you making a kiss schedule?” he chides, turning to you with a hand on his hip. “Don’t plan it, that’s weird.”

“You’re weird. If I leave it up to you I’ll be waiting until 2047.”

He clicks his tongue. “And what’s wrong with that? Fifty’s a great age for that kind of thing.” When all he gets in return is a loud groan, he throws his damp towel at you. “Get ready. I’m taking you out for breakfast.”

Those butterflies you get when you finally brush your teeth don’t mean anything. Probably.

1:05pm—Every bad thing in life can be fixed with diner breakfast.

Except Jeongguk’s hangover, apparently.

“That shower deceived me,” he whines, head clunking onto the table. When he lifts it to pout at you, the paper placemat sticks to his forehead. “I felt fine,” he says, peeling it off his skin, “and now I feel bad. How does that work?”

You coo at him, ruffling his still-damp hair. It’s gotten longer, usually piled atop his head now or tied in a knot at the nape of his neck. Suits him, you think. “The food will help,” you assure him. “I can order for you if you need to go puke, just tell me what you want.”

“I want to die,” he moans. Faceplants back onto the table. You order two coffees when the waitress comes around to get your drink order.

You wave him off. It’s horribly endearing, the way he drags his feet to the bathroom. The way he reaches the door and turns back to look at you with the most pitiful look he can muster, just so you feel bad for him and order extra food because he can eat more than anyone you know and he knows it’ll work. And it does: you order two plates of the same thing, an extra side of hashbrowns for Jeongguk because they’re his favorite.

“I love you,” he says once he’s back at the table, staring down at the food in front of him. Pancakes and eggs, over medium. Two hashbrowns. Fresh coffee. “Like, for real.”

You roll your eyes. “Eat something before you throw up again and ruin the sanctity of this diner.”

He turns serious, then. “No, I—I mean I love you. The big one. Big-L. In love with you kind of love. And I didn’t throw up, I just gagged a little.”

You blink. Once then ten more times. “And you’re admitting that now?” you nearly shriek. “When you’re hungover and look like shit and you’re all sticky because you just tipped over your cup of syrup and aren’t paying attention?”

Jeongguk jerks, bangs his knee hard on the underside of the table. Curses. Tries to sop up the small pool of maple syrup that’s seeping its way across the tabletop. “Fuck! Fuck, give me your napkins!”

“No.”

“Hurry up!” he screeches. “It’s near the edge of the table! It’s gonna fucking—it’s dripping on my fucking pants, what the fuck, I won’t be able to get the smell out for months—”

God, you love him, too. Despite the scene before you, you really, really do.

1:52pm—Jeongguk kisses you in the parking lot.

It’s so humid you can barely breathe and there’s a pair of yellow sunglasses sitting on your head that Jeongguk may or may not have stole from next to the register, but he makes it three steps across the parking lot before he pivots, cradles your face in his sticky hands, and kisses the hell out of you.

Soft. His lips are impossibly soft and he tastes a little like coffee and a lot like the only person you want to kiss for the rest of your life.

1:58pm—”Where do you want to go?” Jeongguk asks. Sticks the key in the ignition and tries to turn the engine over but all he gets in return is a horrible cranking sound.

“I don’t think it’s supposed to sound like that.”

He rolls his eyes. Kind of stares at you like you’re an idiot. “No shit?”

You just lean over the center console and kiss him again, until the crease is gone from between his brows. Until the tension is gone and his lips are fluid against yours. “Let’s go wherever you want.”

3:14pm—Jeongguk drives you to the beach.

A pop song plays on the radio. The sun warms you from the inside out. The doors are off the Jeep so the wind blows through your hair and Jeongguk loves you and you love him and you haven’t got a care in the entire world. 

He parks near the sand but doesn’t move to get out. There’s just you and him and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. There are the seagulls and the kids laughing as they splash one another, parents yelling at them to not go out too far. The lifeguard’s whistle. The poor guy pushing the cooler up and down the beach, trying to sell popsicles.

And it’s… a lot. A lot to take in on top of everything that’s happened in the last twelve hours, all the ways your lives have changed. You feel a bit frayed, raw around the edges. Jeongguk loves you. Jeongguk knows you and sees you and loves you more for it, and you think it should feel like a lot of pressure, like too much to live up to, being a person worthy of being loved by him, but you know him too. Too much, sometimes, and that’s a thought that causes you to laugh so loud it nearly startles Jeongguk out of his skin.

“Wha—”

Tears prick at your eyes. It takes all the willpower you’ve got to say, “Oh my god, I can’t be-believe—fuck, am I gonna have to slap you around in bed, too?”

Jeongguk bypasses red entirely and flushes purple. “What? No, oh my god, shut up—what the fuck, why would you say that—”

“Do you like to be choked?”

Jeongguk swallows a moan. Whether it’s horny or embarrassed, you’re not sure. “Don’t do this right now. Look,” he says, pointing out towards the water, “we’re having a beautiful day at the beach. Don’t ruin it. Don’t tarnish it.”

This just makes you shriek louder. “You do!” you accuse, finger dipping into the dimple in his cheek. “Aw, Kookie, don’t get all shy, I’ll choke you if that’s what you want.”

“It’s not,” he grumbles, but he looks far less put out than he did ten seconds ago.

“Hey,” you say, cupping his cheek. “I do love you, you know? The big one. Big-L. In love with you kind of love, too. Always will, no matter what.”

Jeongguk sighs. Closes his eyes and basks in your touch, your words. “I’m terrified I’m gonna fuck it up,” he admits. Something that’s hard to say. “I just—what would I even do if I did?”

“It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared, too, but I know you. I know when you’re careless with something you try your hardest to fix it.”

“This is different,” he insists. “I can’t be careless with you.”

You shrug. Press your lips against his temple. “Then don’t be.”

He still doesn’t look like he believes you, but he’s smiling nonetheless. “That simple, huh?”

“That simple.”

7:44pm—Back during your freshman year, one of those times Jeongguk had buried himself in your bed, wrung out from anxiety, you’d asked him what his favorite memory was.

He’d told you a story about going to the beach with his mom. Just the two of them, because his brother was off doing something with his dad that Jeongguk hadn’t wanted to do, so he’d begged his mom to take him to the beach. He wanted to go to the pier, wanted to eat junk food and get lost in the lights and the noise of all the rides, wanted to take off his sandals and scream when the cold water reached his toes. He was little, he’d said, around four or five. It was the last summer before he started school, so his tiny mind had made it into this massive, important event.

His mom had taken him. Let him eat junk food and go on a few rides and dip his toes in the sand, but they had to be home in time for dinner. Jeongguk had wanted to watch the sunset, but it was still his favorite memory.

As you stare out into the horizon, the sun just starting to dip below and turn the sky orange and pink, you wonder if this is close. If it means more. If this is the sunset Jeongguk had wanted to watch all those years ago when everything was horribly important and full of meaning. Your toes aren’t at the edge of the water, but they’re dug into the sand, cold just like Jeongguk’s had been, and the edible you two had split a few hours ago is finally starting to wear off.

It’ll be time to go soon, even though you wish it wasn’t.

He pulls you further back against him, lets you settle against his chest. His skin’s still warm from the sun and he shares that little bit of heat, makes it yours, too. There’s not much left to say, but he presses a kiss to your neck all the same. A little I love you, unspoken but still meaning just as much.

“Where to now?” you ask, because all the parents and their kids have long since packed up and left. Most everyone is gone. There’s just you and Jeongguk and the waves crashing against the shore.

“Dunno,” he answers. “Should we just keep driving?”

You nod.

He stands. Offers you his hand.

You take it.

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Could i request boyfriend headcanons for Pomefiore? (Or just Epel lol)

Boyfriend Headcanons [First Years]

Content: Fluff, Headcanons

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Ace Trappola

This man is in LOVE love.

He’s the type to fall in love all over again over the smallest things you do.

Smile at him and he’ll get butterflies 

Reach for his hand first, and it’ll take everything in him to not cheer on the spot.

He keeps it cool.

Most of the time

Mostly when you’re in public lol

Speaking of the public, PDA is a must.

I already headcanon that Ace is a pretty physical person. 

He just likes to have some form of contact. 

So most of the time, you’re down one hand because he’s got one in his grasp. 

Deuce Spade

Deuce is probably the most chill of the group.

For the most part.

Unlike Ace, he doesn’t really have a poker face.

So if you make him flustered by, you know, just existing, his face will turn so red

Like, please make sure that he’s not on the verge of passing out.

But once that has passed, he’ll probs just do more of the little things

Since he’s gotta save up for a radass blast cycle date

Oh! Also he’s not the biggest fan of PDA but if you need him, he’s there

BUT IF SOMEONE TRIES HIM, THEY BETTER GET READY FOR A THRASHING

Jack Howl

Jack is the reason why you started waking up so early.

At first it was a hassle, but after seeing the sunrise 

(and Jack after his run WHEW)

You started to like it.

He def would try to get you into to joining him for his morning jogs,

And you would try! But um, Jack is built different, so that just doesn't work out!

BUT since you’re so cool, you come up with the idea to have a little post jog picnic out for him! 

So y’all get to watch the sunrise and eat some good food

Honestly, what else could you ask for lol

OH! One last thing :)

Jack is so overprotective.

If his instincts feel even the slightest off, he’s gunning for you.

He’s gotta make sure that you are okay.

Epel Felmier

You better get ready for the country accent to come out in full effect

Because you’re the only person he lets hear it

(which of course you love and adore)

An apple a day, keeps the doctor away, is how the saying goes

But it brings you closer to your farm boy, so its a win-win for you. 

Anyhow, I feel like Epel would want your relationship to be lowkey

Until someone finds out, tries to tease y’all, and Epel just kinda snaps.

And then suddenly everyone (besides Rook because ain’t no way his nosey ass wouldn’t already know) knows.

But that’s okay, because this ain’t about them.

This is about you and your country boy (I love youuu! Awngh). 

Sebek Zigvolt

Unfortunately for you, you are his second love. 

Malleus will always be his first.

BUT that doesn’t mean he doesn’t treat you with the utmost respect. 

Everyone, and I mean, everyone knows about your relationship. 

Discretion is not one of Sebek’s strong points. 

“My partner” and “My significant other” are what you are mostly known as. 

He talks about you just as much as Malleus.

(Silver likes you, thinks you’re cool, but is tired of hearing about you ALL THE TIME).

(Lilia finds it endearing and Malleus is somewhat intrigued but also “WHEN WILL IT BE ME?” for himself lmao).

He also pays attention to the smallest details, so he’ll know when something is wrong immediately. 

However, he'll then kinda goes into a hover mood

Which is nice but also Sebek please take a step back. 

This was all over the place but um we're gonna put the ball into my dog's court because she kept making that little face at me and I just had to stop and pet her and she's so cute I love her so much.

she says hi! :D

This drops in like 2 minutes and I just realized just how out of it I was when I wrote it, so I apologize haha.

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