#i like the golden bits hanging off the shirt but thats about the only thing i like

[whos-hotter-jjba]

Hottest JJBA Outfit Bracket - Round 1 Match 54

[glossyeon]

Hey love can you do 14 and 4 yunho smut from your prompt list?

4: spread

14: I love you

a/n: hi anon. I’ll be honest here, when I wrote this, I’m truly convinced a demon had taken over me bc where in the world did I find a boxer!yunho pairing thats this angsty…. I sincerely hope you like it, so enjoy and ty for requesting!!

pairing: jung yunho x fem!reader

genre: street fighter/boxer!au

A loud knock on the door is what awakes you.

You pretend you don’t hear it, something he always told you to do so, before another knock comes again, this time harder, along with a familiar voice.

“I know you’re in there”

You slowly sit up.

The room’s cold, you feel. The moonlight reflecting your apartment floorboards, living room lights all turned off, as faint noises from the nightly city traffic bring you back to reality.

“y/n… it’s Yunho”

You pull up your falling tank top strap, getting up from the sofa and groaning softly about the headache you’ve gotten from sleeping too much.

when you open the door, the first thing you smell before you see is rubbing alcohol, and the scent of medical bandages. That’s how you know it’s really Yunho here at your doorstep at 12:47 in the morning.

He’s big, your boyfriend. Tall, and well built with a good frame. Too bad the idiot doesn’t know how to use it.

Because instead of seeing yunho’s golden skin you always envied, shades of fresh purples, light pinks, and deep reds cover everything from his left eye to those soft lips you always tell him to protect out there in the ring. But he never listens, does he?

All Yunho can do is smile softly to your front doorstep, letting his head hang low as he avoids your burning gaze piercing those faded blond locks of your boyfriend. You hated him for doing it, but you sheltered him with love every single time he came limping back as well.

“How many times tonight, babe?” you grit your teeth asking, battling the tears that cloud your vision from the answer he’ll give, as to how many rounds he lost. You fist the material of your night clothes, holding your breath.

It silent for a moment before the boy speaks. “three” Yunho replies flatly, moving past you swiftly to enter your place with no words. You hear the sounds of the water running from the washroom behind you, before you let out a sigh and close the front door.

You trail softly to the doorway, watching Yunho scrub off the dirt, sweat, and dried blood that soil those long hands you loved so much. And it’s then when he finally speaks.

“I know what you’re gonna say.” He huffs, letting the warm water soothe the ache. “Please don’t say anything tonight my love.”

you don’t want to do what Yunho asks, but once you see him close the tap, and stare straight into your eyes with his own, you decide that maybe he’s right. Not tonight.

You usher him along to the main bedroom. “Come here. Let’s get those cheap bandages off of you and redo them”

the entire time, Yunho just sits on your covers, watching the way you proceed to do what you’re used to, the way you apply the disinfectant, to the way you carefully apply ointment to your boyfriends lips.

Yunho may not be the smartest, but the boy’s got enough sense to realize that you’re really just trying your best not to break down looking at him.

He doesn’t blame you one bit.

Instead, he pushes your hand slowly from his lip, leaning close to inhale your scent, and press lips against your cheek, mumbling incoherent words while you let your tears roll down your eyes and fall into his kisses.

“I always miss you. Never a time when I don’t” he says, breath hot against your ear as you grab onto his loose shirt for support. You throw your head back slightly, closing your eyes.

“Let me make you feel good y/n. Let me make love to you” you let out a groan when he kisses a sensitive spot near your collar bone, forgetting the few medical supplies and q-tips that fall off the mattress, only to be strewn on the ground.

Yunho slides your pants down, caring less about the straps that fall off your shoulders again, as he kisses the acne and discolouration that covers them. Yunho pulls your panties aside, letting you pull apart from him to see what he does. While your heart throbs, so does something else.

You let out a moan. “Y-Yunho” you wail, looking him in the eyes as you pant harder. Though your lover is bruised and beaten, he looks divine to you in the moment. Yunho slips a long digit inside those walls.

“Spread”

You do accordingly to what he asks of you, letting your back hit the soft sheets before he sucks a bruise near your mouth. You’re careful in avoiding his cut, but Yunho can’t help feel a stinging sensation every time you run your tongue against his. He endures.

“You’re beautiful y/n, looking drenched and laid out perfectly for your future husband like that” he says deeply, pumping his fingers faster every time a moan slips past your lips.

“God, fucking hell Yunho” you whimper, clawing the thin material that hides his stomach and abs. You release a sigh when he pulls out, stripping the rest of both your clothes till you’re bare naked.

That’s when you see it. The map of bruises, fresh and old, with scars still healing and already healed. Yunho hates his body, but he loves it more everytime you say

“Ruin me tonight Yunho. Fuck me well” you say softly, a breath of air through your desperate lips.

Yunho leaves one hand tracing your lower stomach and upper thighs, kissing and leaving his marks as one hand of his let’s the thumb run over his sensitive tip.

You crave the angry, red shade that only you can get out of him, so you take it yourself to shove his fat cock inside your dripping entrance.

“That’s it, right there” he sighs, squeezing your tits as he fondles your nipples. It hurts, but Yunho knows just how to do it the way you like it.

“My fucking doll.” Yunho groans, throwing his head back when his long, deep strokes hit a spot that has your back arching, and nipples falling into his large hands. Yunho looks down to see you properly.

You’re a mess, a trail of drool peaking from the corner of your mouth as you wail and mewl with every shove of his dick.

“I was made for this cock Yunho, made just for you”

Yunho doesn’t bother with the pain anymore, reaching down to kiss your cheek and insert his tongue down your throat. He eats you as if it’s the last.

Your moans are incoherent, clawing at anything around you as you let out a silent scream

Yunho pumps harder, faster, and deeper, all in a way that lets every vein and detail of his dick to brush against your walls, and get move nonsense spilled from your mouth and pussy.

“I’m done, baby, I can’t do it anymore” you sob, wailing as Yunho repeatedly hits a spot that sends your head back and hips higher.

Yunho says the final words before you both release. “I love you”

It hangs in the air, accompanied by the string of profanities and moans spilling from both of you bunnies, horny, tired, and aching in all the right places. Your huge boyfriend falls on top of your chest, sweaty and perfect for acting as a cover for the cool air.

“You’re mine” Yunho babbles, taking one of your tits in his mouth, sucking softly and closing his eyes.

You lay there, looking down at the bruised boy you so desperately wanted to protect.

before you reply back the same thing. “I love you too Yunho”

(Copyright 2022 © Glossyeon // all rights reserved)

—ateez masterlist.

—main masterlist.

—request prompts.

[shotokimchi]

Décapante

Pairing: Bakugo x F!Reader

Summary: After getting dragged to one of the most popular strip clubs in the town by his friends, a unique performer catches the ash blonde's attention. What about his feelings though?

Warnings: Aged up characters Bakugo's in his early 20s, Smuttish (READER IS A STRIPPER WHAT DID U EXPECT hUh?)

credits to the GIF's owner / feedback and reblogs appreciated cuz I'm insecure about my writing shalala~

You can listen to these when reading:

Doja Cat - Streets (Silhouette Remix)

Confident - Justin Bieber (feat. Chance The Rapper) (slowed + lyrics)

The warm night breeze that smelled like smoke filled Bakugo's lungs, he was having a difficult time because of his hero duties. He wasn't complaining he still had a long way to go but sleepless nights filled with paperwork wasn't really fun, so one of his friends (Mina) suggested to go out as a group and have some fun, his attempt to decline the offer was blocked by the social butterfly of the group 'Eijiro' so thats why he was in a white shirt and black ripped jeans right now, waiting in the line with his friends to get into the club.

"Ahhh yes, finally we're gonna have some fun as a group!" Mina chimed while bouncing on her high heels while Denki eyed some pretty girls drooling like a puppy. Eijiro confirmed her statement with a nod, Sero turned towards the blonde and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. "It's been a while since this asocial individual accepted to hang out with us." Bakugo sneered at his friend's words and freed himself from Sero's arm. "That's how you achieve things tape arms, by working really hard." Denki rolled his eyes and the bouncer's strong voice caught their attention. "You guys have a reservation?" Bakugo raised a brow "The hell, is this a fancy restaurant or what?" Before the bouncer could say something Mina interrupted "Ah yes we do actually! It should be under the name of Ashido." The bouncer hummed while checking the list and show a small smile "Mrs.Ashido and her friends, you may pass." She quickly linked her arm with Kirishima's and called out to the other three "Come on guys!" Mina led them upstairs and all of them looked at her confused "You look like you know this place Mina." Denki said and she winked "Actually my friend is a performer here and we sometimes come here to watch the male strippers with the girls." Kirishima choked on air and Denki's loud 'Haaaaah?!" echoed through the walls of the club. "Girls?! As in Momo, Uraraka and the others right?" Sero asked and Mina nodded, Bakugo listened to their conversation with a neutral expression. "Ooohh~ I've never thought that the girls would be this naughty." Denki smirked and Kirishima sighed "They're adults y'know?" They sat down at a large table, the dark stage was visible from the balcony, the view was good, a waitress came to take their orders and Mina made quick conversation with her "Is Y/n gonna be performing tonight?" The waitress smiled and nodded. Mina rubbed her hands together with a mischievous look on her face then she turned to face Bakugo "Get ready bestie because you're gonna have the time of your life!" Only to be met with a signature scowl but she waved it off "She'll wipe that scowl on your face~" Just then the dark stage lit up with dim lights and a charming woman silhouette appeared, grabbing the pole with her experienced fingers she twisted and bent her body just the way everybody liked. "Yeeeeess that's my girl!" Mina cheered loudly and sipped her drink "Wow" Denki whispered, eyes wide with amazement. Kirishima tried to seem unfazed but failed miserably when Y/n started to spin with the help of the pole and let out a breathy gasp. Bakugo's hand gripped his drink with a little bit of force than before, he wasn't affected much compared to his friends but the way she moved was smooth and addicting to watch. People down there started throwing cash towards the beautiful woman, Mina's golden eyes looked at her blonde friend, eyes sharp and concentration gathered towards the performer, he was watching her perform without missing a single move of hers. Then the performer slowly raised her head and for a second the blond thought they made eye contact, he leaned forwards placing his elbows on his knees and intertwining his fingers together.

The performer grabbed the pole and turned towards the audience while using her curves to attract many looks from the crowd, then she kneeled and arched her back while crawling like a tiger ready to hunt her prey. Getting on her elbows and raising her body to the air, she spread her legs and earned some whistles and more cash; performing wasn't just about spinning around the pole and climbing on it, it was using the body to the fullest. Her charm was the way she presented her body to her audience that's why people usually crowded her side of the club. While her performer friends played with the poles for their main performances, she used the pole as an opening and used her body for the main show.

Bakugo was enjoying the show, to say the least but he wasn't gonna make it obvious to his friends. He waited for the performer to raise her head and lock eyes with him again, then the music started to slow down and the dim lights get brighter, she raised her head and now her face was visible to the whole crowd. Her make-up was professionally done, eyes shiny and lashes dark painted with mascara, peachy lips waiting to be claimed. She blew a kiss and got off the stage walking seductively then the employees got on the stage to collect the cash.

"Hey Mina, did you enjoy the show?" The pink girl's face lit up when she heard the familiar voice of her friend. "To say that I was enjoying it is an understatement, you were amazing as always Y/n!" Y/n gave her a smile and eyed the table, observing the guys head to toe but her eyes rested on the blonde's figure longer compared to the others. "We want a private show!" Denki raised his glass, his tipsy behavior showing itself. Y/n nodded and motioned Mina to open some space for her then she took a seat and ordered a glass of alcohol "Aren't you gonna introduce your friends to me Mina?" Y/n faked a pout and Mina linked her arm with hers "Of course baby!"

Y/n POV

"This is Bakugo, he's a work addict but we managed to drag him here tonight." Bakugo clicked his tongue and continued to sip his drink, your eyes followed his plump lips, glistening with lip balm. "Oh, really?" You raised a brow teasingly and waited for him to say something, he was the quietest one out of these four but his eyes were wandering on you for quite a long time. "I don't know why he's like this Mrs.Y/n he's usually either screaming or blowing up things." Denki said while doing fake explosion effects with his hands. You nodded "I saw him on TV he is quite popular nowadays, saving people and fighting villains that's impressive Bakugo." He smirked and rolled his eyes "These dumb fuckers think success comes while having fun." You supported his statement with your own words "I'm not a hero like you but being a stripper contains long hours of workout and practice, that's why I'm well known today." Mina rubbed her cheek on yours "Y/n is a really popular performer she even performed for some governors and celebrities!" you escaped from her hold and smiled "Ah you're flattering me too much, aren't you guys celebrities too I'm lucky to be performing for you guys." Kirishima wiped his invisible tears "Damn that was smooth and kind at the same time." You smiled at him and turned towards Bakugo giving him a playful look, you got up and walked towards his side of the table, motioning him to scoot over. "For a person who liked my performance, you are pretty silent." His ruby eyes met with yours and he smirked "It was okay." Your brow twitched and you cleared your throat getting Mina's attention then motioning Bakugo with your eyes, luckily she got the message and start insisting the others to get up and dance. Poor guys, in the end they followed her into the crowd and you were alone with Bakugo, grabbing his drink from his hand and putting it on the table "He-" Before he could say something you straddled his lap. "It was just okay?" You grabbed his chin and pushed yourself up with your knees, his eyes got blurry and he looked at you silently. "What?" You giggled, he was distracted by your closeness "My performance, was it really just 'okay'?" Then you grabbed his hands and guided them to your waist. A growl was heard from his throat and a smirk appeared on his lips "It was alright." If there's something you like, it was praise and when people teased you about your profession you either got ambitious or frustrated. "Oh really? Then..." You stopped your movements and comfortably sat on his lap, he let out a sound of protest and grabbed your thighs trying to make you grind yourself on him again. Your hands clutched his wrists "Stop." You got off his lap and his eyes slightly widened, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer, whispering in his ear "If you think that I'm gonna fuck you here, you are so wrong." A competitive look clouded his face "Who's fucking who?" You nibbled at his ear and he tensed, the heat of his skin was hard to ignore. "You either wait for me to finish my work or leave this club." His eyes narrowed and a dangerous look appeared on his handsome features, "Not going anywhere, no running away got it?" You nodded then bit his bottom lip with your teeth and murmured "See ya later." Just then his friends appeared in front of him and Denki pointed at his face "Dude you have some lipstick on your face." He panicked and aggressively tried to wipe it off, Mina giggled and looked behind her seeing you walking down the stairs while a smile appeared on her pink lips.

People left one by one some of them were drunk and some of them were sober but it didn't matter for Bakugo, the more of them left the more his smile grew. Mina looked at his friends and saw Denki snoring while resting his head on the table, Sero was having his nth shot and Kirishima was punching the wall completely drunk, he turned towards the blonde and smiled "I'm taking these messes home, night Bakugo." He acknowledged her with a nod and continued to sip the sparkled water in order to stay awake. His friends left then he waited some more, he tossed his head back and let out a bored sigh "Wow, I didn't think you'd wait." His eyes shot open and looked at her form, she was wearing dark leather jeans with a black crop top. Grabbing his hands enthusiastically she dragged him out of the club, then started to walk at the streets while holding one of his hands surprisingly Bakugo was too occupied by eyeing her form to shake her hand off. She turned her head and their eyes met, she smiled and he just looked at her with a haze in his eyes.

"This is yours?" He looked at the decent looking black car, you nodded and got in he quickly followed and they both fastened their seatbelts. He continued the examine the car and you giggled "If you work hard this job pays very well." He hummed and stared at the road, 20 minutes ago he was trembling with heat and lust but now he just wanted to know about her, since they were going to her house. Bakugo wasn't really into one-night stands he liked a serious relationship but since he didn't want a relationship and had his needs this was gonna be one of those fuck and leave kind of nights. "When did you start performing?" He asked genuinely, you turned towards the ash-blonde and saw him looking outside the window "You don't need to hesitate Bakugo, actually i studied engineering." He choked on air and looked at the woman, why didn't you get a stable job and decided to get into the nightlife? Bakugo didn't have any experience when it came to engineering but he knew that you needed high scores to study it. "So you were a nerd?" He asked and you let out a genuine laugh "You can say that." You looked at his features they were more relaxed compared to the second he got into the car. "After graduating from the university I got bored and dancing was one of the things that I liked the most, I liked the attention the way my body moved it felt amazing." He hummed while listening paying attention to your words "I am pretty curious about your job too but since you wanted to get away from it by going out tonight we should save this work talk for later." He raised a brow and gave a surprised look, the fact that you were being thoughtful left a good impression on him.

The car stopped in front of three huge buildings "Come on, or I'm leaving you here." you joked and he clicked his tongue "I didn't wait at the club for 30 minutes just for you to leave me here." You led him to your apartment and his eyes sparkled with curiosity this was a foreign territory. "Want anything to drink?" He shook his head and made a move to sit on the couch but your arms around his waist alerted him "You waited pretty long right? He let you lead him towards your bedroom, it was pretty big for a single person the bed was huge. "Don't worry I don't bring my clients here, it's my personal room." You touched his belt and started to undo it "Should i feel special then?" He asked with his husky voice "Well, if you wanna think that way." He huffed and you giggled. You pushed him onto the bed and got on top just like you did at the club "You know what, you should feel special because you're gonna get a private show for free." A mischievous grin appeared on the man's face and he grabbed your thighs, you placed your hands on his "My clients cant touch me but since you're special..." You tore his shirt off and attached your lips to his collarbone while your hands massaged his nipples, which earned you sighs filled with pleasure from him "Get ready Bakugo because we're gonna have a long night." Just when you were about to attack his neck his hand slightly pushed your tummy "Katsuki." He corrected you and you nodded with a small smile.

After your steamy night with Bakugo, he become a regular and joined his friends' nightly outings, he even bought VIP tickets and paid for your private shows. There were many strippers in the club but his eyes were on you and only you, when you finished performing you would pay their table a visit and he wouldn't let you leave, pulling you closer to him or ordering drink after drink your boss was complainant about it but he couldn't do anything because he was a pro hero and he was paying well, you weren't complaining talking with him was actually relaxing because even though he looked cold or harsh he was a good listener and he cared about the things you told him. Sometimes he came alone because of his loud friends and when they came as a group Mina would always eye you both from the other end of the table and shot you a wink. Bakugo was different from your other clients, he wasn't hiding his feelings, if he didn't like it or loved it he was always open about it but lately, you knew something was different. The way he looked at you, the way he joked around and flirted more openly there was a single answer explaining the change in his demeanor... He got a crush on you. You weren't sad or uncomfortable it was the opposite but dating a stripper wasn't a thing to be honored about if you accepted his feelings that meant spending the night cuddling together or laying in the same bed and you couldn't give him that. You didn't want him to sleep in the cold bed alone, waiting for you to come home, or you didn't wanted to dance on someone else's lap while you actually belonged to him, that's why you refused to acknowledge his feelings and continued to act like a dense and horny stripper.

It was a regular night, Bakugo took his usual seat and waited for you to appear on the stage. Lately, you were on his mind a lot and even though he knew the reason acting like it wasn't there was the best option, he was busy with work and had goals and by the looks of it you were just as busy as him. Plus, what would you tell him, would you even look at him, would you accept his feelings or shame him cuz he likes a stripper? He didn't know, he wasn't a coward when it came to villains or disasters but when it came to his feelings yes, he was a coward. His thought got interrupted by the click of high heels, he raised his head and saw the person he was itching to see, you. "I thought you were performing tonight?" He asked with a neutral expression and just when he was about to scoot over you grabbed his shoulders and plopped yourself on his lap "I came to see my favorite client." Then started to leave butterfly kisses on his face, he sighed with content; this wasn't lust, it was filled with care and longing. It felt like he came home after a long day filled with work to be welcomed by you and your warmth, he opened his eyes and saw you admiring his features with a small smile on your lips, it was now or never, he didn't care about your answer he didn't want to have any 'what if's or regrets in the future so his ruby eyes found yours and... "Y/n, got a minute to talk?"

A/N: ARRGHHH I'M SORRY THIS IS LIKE- RLLY BAD I HAVEN'T EVEN EDITED IT JUST STR8 UP POSTED IT SO IM SRRY IF I HAVE MISTAKES I'LL FIX THEM LATER. Anyways uuuh reblogs and feedbacks r appreciated teehe<3

[unlimitedhorsepower]

ive had a repeating dream with ryan in it in which my brain is somehow generating the weirdest ryan backstory details all by itself

it starts by me in 3rd person seeing ryan walking through a city (its evening and very dark) and then knocking on a door and entering without waiting for a reply and then i start seeing things through his POV and its so weirdly detailed and ryans mom has made food

and i woke up from this dream today because ryan got SO distraught/upset. and usually ive woken up or like, the dream has changed before everyones gotten to eat but today i got to see everyone start eating some sort of soup (tomato soup?)

anyway after ryan has entered the house, i get the sense ryan is visiting his parents(?)/family but i KNOW that the woman is ryans sister and i see her clearly and i KNOW she is at least 10 years older than ryan or something like, that shes my so much older than ryan that its hard to call her a sister

and the reason im not sure if theyre ryans parents or grandparents is because i feel like theyre his parents but theyre so old? but actually because its such a specific plot point in the dream that i KNOW thats ryans sister and i KNOW shes a lot older than him so that maybe in the dream it follows perfect dream logic

either way it always goes the same (and my dream ryans genealogy gets even more fucked up because his mom has a decorative pope plate AND the flag of ireland on her wall which ryan looks at a lot) and everyone sits at the same places on the table every time, so i dont get to see a lot of stuff from the other places in the apartment

and i get the sense its some assistive living situation (this is fueled by my grandma irl for sure lol) and when everyone has sat down (ryan is the last to arrive and his dad ignores him), ryans dad starts showing off what awesome gifts he has gotten for his wife. he has dark hair (but its dyed) and he hangs sunglasses from his shirt and is kinda stylish. hes also really stereotypically italian-american like hes my brains idea of what the sopranos protag is like (???ive never seen the show but if i had to pick)

his moms defining trait in the dream is having long, graying ginger hair? and also oddly parted like, it has a section of ginger hair left instead of normal graying (??). i dont get a good sense of her otherwise because shes mostly standing behind/next to ryan where hes not looking

some of the gifts i can remember are a golden necklace with a big real diamond in it, imported olive oil (it doesnt even have a label in it because its directly from some farm or something), and a champagne(?) bottle opener plated with gold with a pure amethyst handle

and everyones talking a lot EXCEPT ryan. hes mostly just thinking and i thought about it just now and i think it might be some sort of situation where theyre speaking in italian and ryan can understand but not reply which is why hes silent (??)

he thought mainly about how extremely hungry he is, and then he was like ugh i dont understand why the bottle opener has amethyst in it because that doesnt really match the decor at all lol... well whatever. he also thinks about how his mom(?) has gotten worse/more demented but at least shes taken up cooking and can cook still

finally we get to the eating part and her mom is a bit too silly/forgetful to set the table so ryans sister helps her out by setting the table while his dad talks to his wife about how beautiful etc she is (wife guy) and ryans sister doesnt give ryan a plate, so i like feel (?) ryan making a confused face at her

and shes like oh.. and she speaks to ryan in the vocal equivalent of a mean girl tight-lipped smile but nicely enough so nobody will notice and goes smth like, “theres only two clean plates of this set of four, one is probably in the wash and one is on the kitchen top behind you because mom(?) has already eaten”. and idk if she says mom or not because its a dream so its not exactly Real words bc weird logic

and she continues like “but does it matter since you never eat properly anyway, or even want to eat:/”.

so ryans like “oi oi... aheh... you got me...” in a defeated fashion and doesnt even try to argue about it. but hes really upset internally because this entire time hes been like, at least ill get food soon im so hungry...

and ryan awkwardly smooths out the tablecloth with his fingers (really vivid to me for some reason) and his dad goes on about how ryan is so disrespectful for not even wanting to eat such a hard-cooked meal and ryan just weakly smiles back at him and he was SO distraught in his brain where i was observing everything from that i woke up.

this is the first time his sister in the dream has spoken to him and it was basically just “area man gets actually bullied for disordered eating by his sister in 3 sentences or less”. why did she do that. why does she hate ryan so much

anyways heres ryans dream sister my brain made up and the image of her is so vivid about the haircut ESPECIALLY. like in t&b style too for some reason (i cant draw like that though). and she looks a LOT like ryan, vividly. im not sure at all what shes wearing though because my brain never focuses on it ain the dream and im not sure if i imagined a dress shirt after waking up or not

bye ryan... move aside ryan your sister has got it going on kinda. she might be evil for some reason but maybe pussy from a girl whos evil is a basic need?

on the scale from one to ten how do you rate my brains ryan lore<3

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//you like her better

Request: sweet pea. reader loves him but he kisses Betty (or whoever) at a party because he wants to piss off/make the reader hate him because she’s always loved him (she doesn’t know that he knows about her love) & the reader not wanting to look at him because she finds out that he did it to hurt her? Hmm fluff at the end but the reader makes him earn her attention/trust back for a bit? Fluffy ending maybe? Thanks bud

hey!! it’s angsty with a happy ending! what more could you want? how is everyone? i hope you’re all well. and i hope you like this!! 

Do you know when you first meet someone and you know from the first encounter that they’re special? 

That’s what you felt the first time you met Sweet Pea. Standing beside each other at one of Veronica’s parties, both of you were confused as to what you were even doing there. 

You and Veronica barely said a word to each other in all the time she’d been here and the only time Sweet Pea had spoken to her, the words they exchanged were just insults. 

So you weren’t entirely sure why you were there, but when Sweet Pea spilt his drink down your t-shirt and instantly started to apologize, his brown eyes meeting y/e/c ones, you know he was something else. 

The rest of the night was spent on the balcony talking about how much you didn’t want to be there, however the more you talked the more you didn’t want to leave. 

And by the time the sun came up and the neon lights faded, you’d made a friend for life...and hopefully something a little more. 

He’d walked you home and the two of you swapped numbers and by Monday he knew more about you than most of your childhood friends did.

That became a problem though, because the more you talked to him, the more you felt yourself falling for him, until after a year of friendship you longed for something more. You were well and truly in love with him, no looking back. 

And it was so obvious to everyone but him. Or at least that what you thought. You thought your lingering looks and yearning wan’t that noticeable. And in tv shows, whenever someone is in love with their friend, everybody but them see it. 

But like you thought when you first met him, Sweet Pea was special, and so he knew from the first moment that you were falling for him. He just couldn’t figure out how to get out of it. 

At first he hoped you would just forget about it, it would just be a stupid little crush that would last a few weeks and then you’d realize that in fact he wasn’t the lovable giant that you so often referred to him as. He was deeply flawed with rough edges and dislikable personality. 

But as time went on and he opened up more and more in the hopes that you’d just see him as some loser from the southside, you saw him for who he really was. A sweet guy, born on the wrong side of the tracks with so much potential and a smile that could light up the whole of Riverdale. 

Now he was constantly aware of the staring when he wasn’t looking, or how you’d blush whenever he would brush past you. And the fact that you’d do anything for him. It killed him to see just how much you’d do for him, and it killed him even more to know that he’d do the same for you. 

He wants to love you. God, he wants to love you and be loved by you properly. 

But the southside has made him a shell of who he should be and now he doesn’t know how to love someone properly. He watches as his friends stumble through their relationships and cringes because some of the things they do are questionable at best. 

He doesn’t know how to fully open himself up to a person and you deserve someone that will love you the way you deserve. He doesn’t want to hurt you, that’s the last thing he wants. He’d rather die than hurt you. But sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to in order to help the ones you love

...even if it doesn’t feel like it at the time. 

It’s Friday night which means another party thrown by someone he barely knows. This time it’s Veronica again, and he stands in the same corner he always does, holding two drinks while he keeps his eyes trained on the door waiting for you to turn up. 

Half an hour after you said you’d be here, you turn up with Toni and Cheryl, and as soon as you walk through the doors, he watches you look for him. 

“Y/n!” He shouts but its no use, the music’s too loud and there’s so many people you can barely move. So instead he waves his arms around and your eyes light up when you find the familiar jacket, and then the serpent attached to it. 

You tell Cheryl and Toni you’ll catch up with them later before pushing through the mass of people. Sweet Pea places the plastic cups down and grabs your hand to pull you through the last few people, and when you stumble he steadies you. 

You stare at him, a soft smile on your face as you look up at him and he quickly clears his throat and stands up straighter. 

“So, what time do you call this?” He asks and pretends to check his watch. 

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes. “Cheryl insisted on doing my makeup and you know what she’s like. This is my third look of the night.” You complain but do a little twirl. A smile twitches at his lips as he watches the dim lights dance over your skin, you do look good. 

Who’s he kidding, you always look good. You could be wearing a trash bag and you’d still be the prettiest girl on the planet, not that he’d tell you that. 

“Yeah.” He shrugs and looks you up and down. “You look alright.” 

“Ass.” You mutter and slap his arm lightly. “Is that mine?” You point to the drink on the side table and he nods, handing it to you. 

“Yeah, I spat in it so I knew which one was which.” He says and you roll your eyes as you take a sip. 

“Thanks.” You mumble and settle beside him. The two of you lean against the wall and watch as people dance, puke and kiss, sometimes all at the same time and your expression mirrors Sweet Pea’s disgusted one. 

“How long have you been here.” 

“Hours.” He replies and you send him an annoyed look. 

“You just like to hang out at Veronica’s house do you?” 

“Yep. It’s my favourite thing to do.” He replies. “About 45 minutes. Fangs was with me but he disappeared after a few minutes so I’ve just been here...waiting for you...all alone.” He pouts and you send him a sympathetic look. 

“Aww.” You pinch his cheeks. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long.” 

“Its fine.” He shrugs. “I got some peace and quiet before you turned up.” He teases and your look at him offended. 

“Rude.” You mumble and take another drink. “Do you know, I was going to offer to get you another drink but after that, no chance.” 

“Pleaseee.” He begs. “I’ve been holding at empty one for half an hour because I was waiting for you. And I could have drank yours, but I didn’t because I’m such a great friend.” He pleads and sends you another pout. 

That stupid damn pout. It works every time and he knows it. 

“Fine.” You grumble and push yourself off the wall. “What do you want?” 

“Anything.” He replies. “Just as long as it gets me drunk.” 

“Just vodka it is then.” You smile brightly and wave the empty cup around. 

“Please, mix it with something!” He calls after you but you’ve already disappeared into the crowd. He see’s you emerge on the other side and a soft smile appears on his face as he watches you and Fangs talk for a few minutes. 

While you’re talking he quickly pulls his phone out and types a message to you. 

‘please hurry...i’m dying...of dehydration’ 

The buzzing in your pocket makes you pause your conversation with Fangs so you can check your phone, and when you do you have to hide the smile as you look back past the crowd and flip him off. 

‘then perish’ 

You reply and watch him open it, his jaw drops as he looks back at you and you send him a sweet smile before eventually walking into the kitchen. 

For ten minutes he waits patiently by the wall for you to come back, but when it get’s closer to twenty, which feels more like a lifetime, he decides to go find you. Only a lot worried that you’ve passed out or injured yourself somehow. 

But what he finds is so much worse. 

He hears your voice first and a smile makes its way onto his face, and then he hears Toni and Cheryl and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to decipher what you’re taking about. You sound worried, and you’re speaking too quickly for him to properly hear, so he stands just outside the doorway and hopes the three of you don’t notice him. 

He knows he shouldn’t, it’s not cool to spy on your friends. But he wants to know if you’re okay, and why whatever is wrong, you don’t just talk to him about.  

But then he hears it and he realizes why you haven’t spoken to him about. 

“Just tell him.” Toni says, her tone kind as she speaks to you, and Sweet Pea’s eyes widen. 

What? Nope. This can’t be happening. 

He knows he should leave now before it gets any worse, but he can’t. He needs to know what you’re going to do.  

“But what if he doesn’t like me back?” You reply and he can hear the huff in your voice. 

That’s not possible. He liked you from the moment he met you. There’s was something about you that was different to all of the other northsiders. You were kind, and you didn’t care about where he came from or who he was. You just seemed happy to be making a friend. 

He’d likened you to a golden retriever, maybe not the best thing to say to a girl you’ve just met, but your smile just brightened and he knew you were the one. 

‘don’t let go of this one’ he remembers thinking. But what if he has no choice? 

To love Sweet Pea is like being cursed, or at least thats what he thinks. He has no family left, and it’s only a matter of time before Toni and Fangs figures out that he’s bad news. 

But to you, loving Sweet Pea is the most magical thing in the world. 

“What? Are you being serious? Of course he likes you back.” Cheryl interjects, she sounds slightly annoyed and Sweet Pea gets the impression that you’ve had this conversation before.  

“Bu-” 

“No, buts.” Toni cuts you off. “Just tell him already. My god the two of you just need to kiss and be done with it, we’re all sick of the gooey eyes.” She continues and Sweet Pea feels his cheeks heat up. 

“Are you sure?” You ask. 

“Yes!” They both say at the same time. 

“Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll tell him later.” 

“Good. And then hopefully you two can stop moping about each other and just be together already.” Cheryl replies. 

“He mopes about me?” You ask with hope in your voice. 

Sweet Pea doesn’t mope...okay, maybe he does. 

“Well, he doesn’t do it out loud, but you can tell.” Toni shrugs. 

“Bu-” 

“Toni!” Cheryl’s shouting cuts you off and Sweet Pea quickly moves back to let them past, luckily they don’t notice him and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“Coming.” Toni replies. “Good luck.” She looks back at you and you send her an uncertain smile. 

“Thanks?” 

Fuck. What does he do now? You’re going to confess your undying love to him and he’s just going to stare at you like a complete idiot for two minutes before stuttering a really shit excuse as to why now isn’t the right time and then you’re going to cry and hate him forever. What does he do? Oh god, fuck, okay you’re coming over. Quick, erm.

“J!” He shouts and turns around to face the purple haired girl. 

“What do you want Sweet Pea?” She asks with an eye roll and he already hates himself for what he’s about to do. 

“I’m really sorry about this but please go along with this I’m begging you.” He whispers in her ear and you watch as she looks at him confused before he kisses her. 

Yours and J’s expressions matches each other. Wide eyed and horrified. 

“Hey, Y/n. What’s up?” Fangs asks, the smile on his face fades when he notices what you’re looking at and he tries to reach out to you. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” 

“It’s fine.” You move away from him. “I’m good.” You say more to yourself than him. “Everything’s fine. I’ve er, I’ve got to go. Tell him I said bye.” 

“Y/n.” He calls after you. Toni and Cheryl appear beside him and they watch confused as you leave. But when Fangs points back at Sweet Pea they let out a small ‘oh’. 

“Sweet Pea!” J pushes him away. “What the hell?” 

“I know. I’m really sorry but I-” 

“Idiot.” She mutters and storms off leaving him standing in the middle of the floor. 

“Sweet Pea? What the hell was that about?” Toni scolds and he walks past her. 

“Just leave it T.” He sulks and walks out into the cool air. He can see walking down the street, your jacket pulled tight around you and he desperately wants to follow you, but he knows it’ll only make things worse. 

You’ll either shout at him or forgive him and he doesn’t know which is better. 

So instead he walks in the opposite direction and hopes that you’ll understand why he did it eventually. 

----

The next day Fangs and Toni come over to see how you are, but after five minutes and way too many ‘i’m okay’s’ they’re sent away and you spend the rest of the weekend crying and cursing Sweet Pea, even though you told them ‘as long as he’s happy, i’m happy’. 

Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday comes and goes and you don’t really say much to anyone. You mainly just sit on the outside of your friendship group and don’t say anything. Sweet Pea sits opposite you doing the exact same thing and your friends all exchange glances. 

Its not the same without you laughing loudly at a joke he’s told that nobody else found funny. Or with him stealing your food and you shouting at him. It’s just not the same without you two. 

By Thursday though, Sweet Pea feels like it’s gone on for too long, he needs to apologize and make things right. So he corners you when you’re on the way to class with Betty, your expression hardens as soon as you see him and he feels his chest and stomach tighten, it’s like someone is twisting the knife already in there, but he stabbed himself in the first place. 

“Y/n. I’m really sorry about the other day. I didn’t want to you to find out like that.” 

“Okay.” You shrug and he sends him a pleading look. You really want to tell him that everything is okay, but you can’t. You know you should be happy that he’s happy, he is your best friend after all, but you just can’t force yourself. 

It hurts to much to think about, let alone to look at him. 

“Y/n. I’m really sorry.” 

“I said okay Sweet Pea.” You huff. “Can I go now?” 

“I know you don’t mean it.” He says. 

“Well, thats as good as you’re going to get soooo.” Betty watches you in silence, not really sure what to do. Should she walk away and leave you to talk it out? Should she stay for moral support? 

“I need to tell you something.” He says and takes a deep breath. You stop and look at him, your eyes narrowing as you take in the guilty expression. 

“What?”

“I think it’s better if we go somewhere else.” He tries but you stand your ground. 

“It’s fine. You can tell me here.” You say and cross your arms. 

“Fine.” He lets out a long sigh. “I know you like me...more than like me. I have for a while and I only kissed J so you’d stop.” He admits and your jaw goes slack. 

You’re sure you can feel your heart being ripped at two and you’re very sure you, Betty and half the school has just watched Sweet Pea stamp on it too. You suck in a breath and Betty places a gentle hand on your arm for support. 

“Okay.” You say and bite your lip. 

You refuse to cry in front of you, you can’t think of doing anything worse...apart from loving him. 

“I’m so fucking sorr-” 

“Do you know what hurts more?” You ask, cutting him off and he stares at you. “What hurts more is that you did all of this as still my ‘friend’. It doesn’t matter how I feel about you, but I’m still your friend, or at least I was until you decided to deliberately hurt me instead of just talking to me.” You rant and let out a shaky breath at the end, you so close to crying you can feel it. As soon as he walks away you’re going to dissolve into a puddle of tears, but for now, you need to make him think you hate him. 

You really want to hate him, but you can’t. You don’t like him, far from that. You can barely look at him, and you make sure to tell him. 

When you met him you he was wonderful, you couldn’t stop looking at him and you never wanted to. But now it makes your chest ache and your head hurt to look at him and remember what you used to be and how he made you feel. 

“You didn’t talk to me either.” He replies, crossing his arms and thats the final straw. 

“Can you blame me? Especially after that?” You say and he’s never seen you act so cold. “Can we go to class now Betty?” You ask and she nods quickly, side-stepping Sweet Pea and pulling you with her. 

“Y/n.” Sweet Pea calls after you and for a split second he thinks you’re going to come back to him.

But when you do turn around, it’s not what he wanted.

“Just leave me alone.” 

----

It seems that Sweet Pea can’t take a hint. Which in the past you found endearing, but now you’ve taken off your rose tinted glasses, it’s just annoying. 

And so when he tries to talk to you outside of yet another class, you snap. 

“What!” You stop abruptly and the few students that were following you quickly move around you, wanting to be as far away as possible. Even Sweet Pea takes a few steps back and it makes both of your chests ache. “Sweet Pea, I’m not in the mood to be bothered. What do you want?” 

“For you to forgive me and for everything to go back to how it was before?” He says hopefully but you just stare at him. 

“Not gonna happen.” You shake your head and start walking away. But it seems he’s even more persistent than usual today and so he follows you until he’s stood in front. 

“Then I’m going to keep waiting outside your classes and putting notes in your locker and texting you and sending Toni and Fangs to find out how you are until you do.” 

“Isn’t that bordering on stalking?” You ask bored. 

“...Maybe. Maybe I’ll think of something less creepy, but if you hear me out neither of us will have to deal with that.” He tries and forces a smile. 

“...fine.” You mumble and cross your arms over your chest staring at the floor. 

“I’m sorry.” He says and you look at him harshly. 

“What for?” You ask and he stares at you confused. 

“What?” 

“What exactly are you sorry for Sweet Pea? Is it for knowing how I felt and not saying anything, or is it for kissing someone else to purposelessly hurt me?” 

“Y/-” 

“Or is it for making me fall in love with you in the first place?” 

“Y/n.” 

“It doesn’t matter Sweet Pea. You’re forgiven. Happy?” 

“Not really no.” He shakes his head in frustration. 

“Then what?” 

“I want you to know why I did it.” 

“Here we go.” You mumble but he just ignores you. 

“I did it because I was scared.” He says making you scoff and rolls your eyes. “I was. Because you’re brilliant and lovely and kind and smart and clever and hot and you know what you want. But I’m not and I don’t. You are far too good for me Y/n, I knew that the moment I met you. And then I noticed you change and at first I thought it was something I’d done wrong, but then I realized it was because you liked me and I couldn’t handle that. You are far too good for me, I think I’ve just proven that, and so I tried to push you away, not too much because I still wanted you in my life, I just didn’t want you to waste your own.” 

“Sweet Pea.” Your expression softens and you feel yourself slowly starting to forgive him. “Why didn’t you just talk to me in the first place instead of doing all of this. I would have understood. But for the record, you are all of those things and more, and I mean that as just a friend. I promise.” You say and he cracks a smile. 

Something clicks and and the two of you feel yourself fall back to how you were. It may not be the same as it was but you think you can get there again. 

“Would you like to walk me to class?” You ask and he nods quickly. 

“Of course.” He grins and the two of you fall into step. “By the way I do love you too.” 

“What?” You stop, your lips parting as you stare up at him.  

“But more importantly you’re my best friend. These past two weeks I’ve felt more lost than I ever have. And that’s because you weren’t by my side making life bearable. I had to sit through Mrs Rosebowl’s math class by myself, it was hell.” 

The two of you stare at each other for a few seconds, the rest of the world moving on around you but for you time stands still. He really wants to kiss you, you really want to kiss him and you can feel yourself losing breath as he slowly leans in. 

But the warning bell rings and pulls you from your thoughts making you jump apart. You force yourself to continue walking and he follows a few moments after, soon catching up with you. 

“You know you’ve got soooo long to until I forgive you right?” You ask and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Seriously, I’m going to make your life a living hell.” 

“I know.” He nods. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”  

“Good.” You smile. “Look forward to it.” 

“Oh I am.” 

“Okay.” You shrug. 

“Okay.” 

“Shut up.” You giggle and nudge him gently.  

[brelione]

Endgame(Kiara Carrera X Reader)

Request:with kie with a like super rich kook SO and bringing them to meet the rest of the pogues and they all expect to hate them but then not

Kiara had never liked you.Well, she had never reallly met you.She kind of just assumed you were a bitch.You were what Sarah Cameron thought she was, you came from a ridiculously rich family.

Your mother was a brain surgeon and your father was a famous actor so that obviously meant that you were ridiculously rich.Kie had done a lot of research on you, finding your name on your fathers wikipedia page and from there finding your blog where you posted videos of him behind the scenes and personal interviews with him on your youtube channel.

She was up for 16 hours straight watching all of your videos, memorising your intro song.You had a good one million subscribers, posting a lot of blogs and videos showing things that you had found on the beach.She would blush and giggle at your little comments.

 “Hey, beautiful people!Its your bitch and today im gonna show you guys my new surf board because my old one got broke on an accident.I mean, my wrist also broke so if you were gonna comment on it, trust me.I definitely noticed.So before I get into this video I just want to talk about mental health really quickly.”You paused to take in a quick breath, speaking a bit too fast.

Theres a new suicide game and its getting across social media really quick so please do me a favor and stay safe.It doesnt matter what the problem is now, its only temporary and suicide is a permanent solution.I linked some suicide hotlines and free therapy sources in the description so please just keep yourselves healthy and happy for me, okay?Okay, cool.”You licked your lips, calming down from the quick rant.

“Also drink some fucking water!Its hot out and I almost passed out the other day and make sure you get a snack because this video is already fifteen minutes long and im probably gonna be ranting for another hour.”You grinned at the camera.

Kiara bit into a carrot stick, her knees on her chest as she sat in the recliner of her living room. “Watching another documentary?”Her mother asked, noticing that her daughter hadnt moved in hours.Kie shrugged, focusing on you as you dropped your surfboard. “This is exactly how I broke the first one-fuck!”You laughed, picking it back up.

Eventually the boys started to spam her phone, interrupting her binge watching.She left her house with a sigh, walking out to the dock and waiting for the pogues.Thats when she heard your voice.It was quiet as you walked, wearing white jeans and a light blue button up shirt.

 “So you guys always ask me to show you the beach that I find all of my seashells at so thats what we’re-”You paused, looking over to Kiara.She quickly looked away, pretending to be busy on your phone. “Sorry guys, I just saw a really pretty girl.”You whispered to your phone, continuing your walk.

From there she finally worked up the courage to talk to you.She couldnt simply message you on instagram, you had hundreds of thousands of followers so her dm would get lost with all the others.

So she found her prettiest outfit and walked to your house, knocking on the door.You looked at her through the camera of your doorbell, knowing that you had seen her before.You set down your lap top as you were editing, going to answer the door. 

“Hi...um...hi.”She laughed, not planning on getting this far. “Hi, um...what’s up?”You cringed at your words. “Nothing much.I just live a block away and I just thought id say hi...im sorry.”She laughed again, becoming more anxious.

 “Its fine!So um...I dont know, do you wanna maybe hang out sometime?”You asked, leaning against your doorway.She licked her lips, trying her best not to blush. “Yeah, yeah ok.Um...could I get your number?”She asked, holding her phone.

You nodded, giving her your phone number and telling her to text you whenever.Once the door was closed and she had left you were a squealing mess on your couch, recording. 

“So you guys know that pretty girl I was talking about that I saw?Yeah so I just got her number and im low key freaking out-oh god lets just hope she doesnt watch my channel!”You laughed before finishing the editing process, uploading it to youtube.

Kiara got the notification while she was washing her face, watching the video and absolutely losing her mind.She buried her face in her pillow, squealing before deciding to text you.

Unknown number:hey!Its Kiara.Do you wanna hang out tomorrow?

You smiled, letting out a sigh.You screenshotted it, knowing that it would be fun to look back at in the future.

You:Sounds good!Do you want to come over and we can get coffee or lunch or something?

Kie:Okay!!12?

You:Works for me :)

Kie:Okay!

You were anxious the whole night, trying to figure out what to wear.You couldnt decide, posting a poll on your instagram.They decided that you’d be wearing a dark green romper and sandals.You went to bed early since you’d have to wake up before afternoon, heart pounding.

When you woke up it was eleven and you were already behind, hopping in the shower quickly, drying your hair and brushing it, trying to get it to a soft texture.You didnt want to look like you were trying too hard, deciding not to use all of the hair products you’d usually put in your hair before a meeting or a date.

You got into your outfit quickly, pinning your pin back with bobby pins so you could moisturize your face, grabbing your box of beads and parting your hair.You braided the two groups of hair that framed your face, intertwining the beads along the way, securing it with an elastic.

You sighed, twisting a golden flower ring onto your pinkie before going down stairs to sit in your large living room, waiting for Kiara.Your doorbell alerted you to motion outside, getting excited when you saw Kiara walking up to your front door.

She was wearing a pink tube top, light washed jeans with her hair half up and half down, bracelets hugging her wrists.You got up, answering the door the second she rung the bell. “Hi.”You smiled, phone in your pocket.

 “Hi.”She smiled back, looking up and down at you.The two of you got into your car, you driving as you started your drive to a cafe. “So how are you?”You asked, realising you knew nothing about her. “Im good, what about you?”She asked, hands in her lap. “I was up all night editing which obviously sucked but you know, it is what it is.”You replied, biting your lip.

She smiled, knowing she’d end up watching the video. “Editing what?Like an edits account on instagram?”She asked, cringing at how stupid it sounded.You shook your head, slowing down once you got to the main road, searching for a parking spot.

 “No, I have a youtube channel.I kind of just post random shit and hope for the best.”You answered, pulling up next to the cafe.She nodded, turning to look at you. “That’s cool, what kind of stuff do you post?”She asked, resting her chain against her palm.

You bit your lip, glancing over at the cafe. “I post a lot of interviews and random videos of my dad and sometimes he’ll take me to a set with him and i’ll take videos with the cast.I got to meet Scarlet Johannson so thats cool.”You replied, unbuckling your seatbelt.She grinned.

 “Thats fucking awesome-were they in a movie together?”She asked, wanting to hear you talk more. “A show thats coming to Netflix soon, its kind of like a murder mystery meets greek mythology and my dad plays Zeus.We should watch it together.”You answered.

The car was cool but you felt hot, probably because her eyes were focused on you.She nodded, liking the idea of hanging out with you more. “That’d be awesome.”The two of you went inside, the barista grinning at you.

She had always liked you and liked showing up in your vlogs when you came in to get your coffee with boba.She looked to the unknown girl beside you, a small pout on her face. “What can I get for you ladies?”She asked, already preparing your coffee. 

“What do you want, Kie?”You asked, moving aside so she could see the menu. “Uhhh….whats a green frappe?”She asked, squinting at the menu. “Oh-its like a blended matcha latte with like mint and vanilla.It's really good.”You explained.

The two of you sat with your drinks, Kiara laughing as you stabbed the boba bubbles at the bottom of your cup. “You know whats cool?These straws are made of hemp plastic so its-”She cut you off before you could finish.

 “Biodegradable?”She asked.You nodded, glad someone finally knew what you were talking about. “Yeah!And the company is awesome, they have like 10% of sales going to help the Amazon rain forests and another 10% going to help clean the ocean.”You smiled, taking a sip of coffee.

The afternoon had ended with the two of you on the beach, taking photos of eachother discretely while you finished your drinks, searching for sea glass and watching the sun set.Kiara was freaking out on the inside, knowing that she was pretty much dating a celebrity.

It didnt take long after that first day for her to start showing up in your videos.You held your camera as you two walked down the beach, her hand holding yours and twirling you every once in a while, flashing a smile to the camera. 

“So we’re currently on our way to a place that Kie will not tell me about because shes rude.”You spoke, turning the camera to face you.Kiara simply laughed, placing her chin on your shoulder. “Uh...no its because im good at planning surprises.”She answered, grinning when you gasped.

Two surfboards were on the sand along with a blanket and a basket full of fruits, veggies and sandwiches.You cut the camera, giggling and pulling her into a kiss. “Love you.”She grinned, giggling.

 “Love you too.”You replied, looking down at the boards.It didnt take long for the two of you to be in only your swimsuits, grabbing the boards and heading towards the water.You clipped the camera to your board, making sure it was secure before stating to film, catching a few good waves on camera before focusing more on Kie.

 “There she is, showing off for you guys.”You zoomed in on Kiara as she rode the wave, twisting her body to get a beautiful spin on the dark blue wave.She disappeared under the water, resurfacing with a smile and hair on her face, swimming towards you.

 “Did you see that?”She asked, a proud smirk tugging at her lips.You nodded. “How could I miss it?”You asked, earning an eye roll from your girlfriend. “Shut up.”She splashed you, letting out a loud laugh when you splashed back at her.

Turning off the camera, laying on your stomachs against your boards, holding hands so you wouldnt drift away from eachother.It was heaven. “So...ive been thinking lately.”She started, a nervous look on her face.

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. “And I think I want you to meet my friends.”She tapped her fingernails against your surfboard, waiting anxiously for your answer.She had told the boys all about you.

About how you had a huge following on youtube, how your dad was an actor and how you lived in the biggest house on figure eight.She had tried her best to tell them that you werent like the others, that you were fantastic and humble.

But of course they didnt believer her and ‘would believe it when they saw it’.She knew that if she didnt end up introducing you to them sooner or later that she’d lost the chance to introduce you at all.

You nodded, considering it. “Yeah, okay.When?”You asked, hoping you’d at least have time to think about this. “Tomorrow.”She replied, wincing when you let out a small shout. “Tomorrow?Shit-Kie, im not ready!”You exclaimed, covering your mouth when you realised how loud you had been. 

“Babe, chill.Let me pick out your outfit and it’ll be fine.”She insisted.You gave in, the two of you paddling back to the sand, wrapping up in your towels and sitting on the blanket, eating some cutie oranges.

She spent the night at your house, holding on tight to you even though the two of you were in a king sized bed and she had more than enough space to spread out like a starfish.

The morning came too fast, Kiara raiding your closet for something appropriate for the occasion, pleased when she came across a black bathing suit and a yellow shirt along with some jeans, tossing them at you. 

“Babe, you gotta get up.”She told you, already dressed and ready to go.You groaned, finally getting up a few minutes later, slowly changing and not even bothering to pick up your pajamas.You were still sore from last night, stretching your limbs as you pulled the jeans up your body.The boys were spamming her phone, making her annoyed.

Dumb Blonde:Where are you guys

God:Are you bringing them with you

Trash Rat:Dont bring them with you 

Trash Rat:The place is a mess

Trash Rat:Kie

Trash Rat:Kiara

Trash Rat:Kiara Madelyn Klark Carrera

God:Where are you guys

Dumb Blonde:Wait are they the one with the dad that was in that one movie

She ignored their texts, turning off her notifications and sending you a quick smile, promising to get you an iced coffee on the way.You were half asleep in the passengers seat until she handed you a french vanilla iced coffee, slowly becoming awake.

By the time you had finished your coffee she had pulled into John.B’s drive way, hand on your thigh in attempts to calm you down. “You’re gonna be fine, babe.Everyone likes you, they just havent met you yet.”She grinned, getting out of the car.

You squeezed her hand, following her into the house.The boys were all sitting on the couch, looking up once the two of you had entered.JJ immediately looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow.You felt a bit insecure, trying to figure out what he thought of you.

 “This is (Y/N).(Y/N), these are the boys.Thats John.B, thats JJ and thats Pope.”She pointed to each of the boys.The tension in the room was ridiculous until Kiara pulled you into her lap, the boys looking between eachother. “So whats it like having a movie star as a dad?”JJ asked, the first one to speak up.

You bit your bottom lip, pulling at the skin on your hands. “umm...its really cool sometimes.Chris Hemsworth is a family friend so thats cool but like...I cant go anywhere with him when he’s home without getting followed around and there was this one teenage girl stalking him once and she was climbing our house and was watching me sleep.”You answered, relieved when you heard Pope chuckle. 

“Wait, actually?Thats so scary.”He replied, the two of you beginning to calm down a bit.You, John.B and JJ were all conversating about Chris Hemsworth, all of them asking a lot of questions.

 “Wait-who else have you met from the Avengers?”John.B asked. “I met Scarlet Johanson and Chris Evans.”You replied.Kiara smacked your leg. “You met Christ Evans and never told me?”She asked, outraged.

You rolled your eyes, pulling out your phone to show them the vlog that Chris had made an appearance in.Kiara was just confused as to why she had never seen it before you informed her that it was private. 

“Ew-ignore my face.Just wait a few seconds.”You told them, the phone between the circle that had ended up forming. “Oh my god!Its Chris Evans!”JJ shouted, staring at the phone.Chris had leaned over your shoulder, saying a quick ‘hello’ to the camera before Scarlet stole it from you. 

“This is Scarlet Johannson and I have decided to take over my new role as (Y/N)’s mom.Im sorry (Y/M/N) but they’re mine now.”She smiled.Her hair had been dyed a light blonde, red lipstick and light eyeshadow.

You had been freaking out the whole time. “Wait-will you ever see her again?”JJ asked.You hummed, sure that she’d be making an appearance for a Christmas Party. “Can you tell her I love her, please?”He asked, face red. “She reaches my vlogs-do you guys want to be in one?”You offered, remembering that you had your camera in your bag.

They all agreed, excited as you took out your camera, Kiara holding onto you. “So Kiara introduced me to her friends today and JJ has a special message for Scarlet.”You grinned, pointing the camera towards him. “Marry me, please.”He winked, giggling.

Pope flashed a peace sign at the camera, John.B sticking out his tongue and doing finger guns. “This is John.B and this is Pope, and then we have Kie as always.”You pointed the camera at her.She bit her lip, winking at the camera and making you laugh.

 “Oh my god- what is this vlog.”You shook your head, turning off the camera.When you had posted the vlog that night you were spammed with comments demanding JJ’s instagram and of course you had to give the people what they wanted.

JJ was more than happy to have a ton of pretty girls hyping him up in his comments, Pope getting a lot of attention as well.Scarlet had made sure to let you know that she had watched it and to tell JJ that he was too young for her but she was flattered by the offer.But then your instagram was being spammed.You were being tagged in dozens of edits of you and Kie along with one of you and JJ.But the comments on that one were so funny.

Kieand(Y/N)4life:bruh no

(Y/N)officialfanpage:no <3

(Y/N)officialfanpage:Kiara and them are meant to be bb

Kiara(Y/L/N):Kiara and them are meant to be buddy

KIEANDYNAREENDGAME:uhhh isnt it confirmed that Kiara and (Y/N) are dating?

“They’re catching on.”You told Kie, sitting down on the bed and showing her all the things you were tagged in.She grinned, telling you to post and make it official. “You sure?”You asked.She nodded, fixing her hair as you got ready to take a photo, kissing her cheek. She bit her lip, watching you type.

We are endgame.

@poguestyleskye  @jjtheangel @lovelyelinor @messuhp  @outerbongs  @copper-boom  @httpstarkey @teenwaywardasgardian @drewswannabegirl  @simonsbluee   @jiaraendgame  @khiaraaa-in-spacee  @on-socks-off  @abbiesthings @kindahavefeelingskindaheartless @i-love-scott-mccall​

[wildlydeliciouspainter]

VI - the nighttrain part I

Hi! Been a bit busy lately but here is the next chapter of my stardew fanfic :D This time I added a bit more drama and tension for our adventurers. Hope you’ll like it!

Only a few mornings back Daya stood on the perron with Elliott. Now, she was leaving the valley with Sebastian on her side. It being well into autumn the days were short and nights long. So they waited for their train to arrive under the stars. To Daya it felt so fitting. The autumn sun that made her husbands hair glow fiery red, and now the moons soft light on Sebastians dark hair. The men and their characters could not have been more different from each other, and still each had been important parts of her life in their own way. While Sebastian leaned against a pillar and texted with Sam, Daya texted Elliott. “I miss you.” Almost immediately she gets a heart emoji back. “And I you dear. Can’t wait to come home, this hotelroom feels empty without you.” Daya smiles but her heart sinks when she thinks about the task ahead. She didn’t want to worry Elliott so just never mentioned her plans to help Sebastian in saving Abigail. And with keeping him in the dark, it felt like she was doing something wrong. It would have been so much different if he were home... “The train is here, Dy.” 

And indeed, as she looks up a modern looking train silently glides over the tracks towards them. Its colors are peculiar, turquoise windows and a purple body, the exact combination of a piece of iridium. When it stops, a low hissing sound from its engine make it sound like a living breathing creature. “So this monster is going to take us where we need to be?” Sebastian looks at the vehicle with apprehension. He mentioned his preference for his motorcycle multiple times, even though they where both set on following Rasmodius instructions to the letter. When the purple doors open to show a cozy coupé, Sebastian gently pushes Daya inside and follows her closely. The interior of the train is completely different from the exterior. Retro cubicles with gold and wood finish, dark red velvet chairs and blood red wallpaper give the train a classical look. Wall sconces and ornaments on every wall add to the mysterious atmosphere as does the faint smell of cinnamon. “Madam, Sir.” An employee in a spotless purple uniform with golden trimming takes them to their places. When they are seated the man gives Sebastian a golden key with a tag. “This is for the sleep cabin, we are here if you need anything. We hope you’ll have a pleasant journey!” After that the man disappears into another coupe. Sebastian whistles between his teeth. “Rasmodius didn’t spare any expense.” “Its important to him we succeed.” “True, and the rest of our journey will probably be less comfortable.” Daya nodds and picks up her phone again to text with Elliott. When Sebastian notices he scoffs. Daya tenses immediately and looks him straight in the eye. “What is it?” “I don’t suppose you told your husband about this adventure of ours?” “No.” Daya admits, blushing. Sebastian scoffs harder now. “Do you think he wouldn’t approve?” “I can make my own choices, its not that. Though you made sure it would be hard for him to trust you, didn’t you Sebastian?” “What is that supposed to mean?” Sebastian mumbles, his face pointed towards the window instead of her. “I meant what happened in the bar..” thinking back on what happened in the bar the night before the wedding still makes Sebastian cringe. It was a beautiful autumn night, and a lot of the villagers gathered in the saloon to cheer to the engaged couple. Sebastian happened to be in town to hang out with Sam and visit his mother. At first he was set on staying inside, moping and playing videogames with Sam and a couple of beers . It sounded like the perfect way to forget. But he didn’t forget, and the more hours past the more angry he got at everything that happened between him and Daya. And that anger redirected itself towards Elliott as always. He still though if the handsome poet hadn’t shown up he would be in her life. They would be getting married. “Hey, if you feel that way. Why don’t you tell her? Maybe she feels the same?” Sam said. Sam was sweet and supportive as always, and slightly slurring after three beers. Sebastian decided he would do just that. Tell her. Which he did, in front of everyone in the saloon. In the middle of Elliotts ode to his love he walked up to her and started to tell her everything he didn’t say before. The alcohol gave him the courage but the words where his. How sorry he was, and how much he loved her. All she did was sit there, frozen. Elliott stopped talking, everybody did. And then, well, he picked a fight. It wasn’t pretty, and it ended fairly quick. Elliott trew him off and when sebastian tried to lunge at him again Daya smashed a beerglass on the counter so hard that it made the whole of the valley shudder. 

 “You already up your mind that night.” He said, when his mind moved back to the train and the present, and turned to look at her. How furious she was that night. But now a sadness showed in her eyes. “I did.” She nodded, tears glistening in her eyes. “Then why are you crying?” “Because I loved you. I did, so so much. But you didn’t open up to me, and I couldn’t deal with your silence anymore... I was just never really sure how you felt about me.” Sebastian stayed silent but nodded. He wanted to touch her hand, but wasn’t sure that was appropriate. So he just listened. “And I waited for you to do the right thing for so long. Even after we broke up and you left for Zuzu. I was sad for weeks... But eventually I picked up the pieces, and focused on the farm. I healed for a year and that was when I connected with Elliott.” A smile glistened through her tears. “He was very passionate about his writing, and as soon as we became closer he started showing that same passion for me. We connected in a way you and I never did Sebastian, I can say that even though I missed your company.” 

Daya stares past Sebastian, at the scenery thats moving past the window. Afraid to look him in the eyes. “And right now, I just don’t want him to worry, thats all...Elliott’s bookdeal is important to him, and I want this tour to go well instead of him worrying over me wrestling shadowbrutes.” “I get that.” When Daya refuses to look at him Sebastian decides to stare out the window as well. They sit in silence for another hour when Daya asks for the keys. “I want to go to bed.” “Sure.” He puts the key in her hands but holds on to them. “Am I allowed to join you later? Or do you want me to sleep here?” Daya looks at the small bench and prays the cabin is spacious. “Sure, I won’t force you to sleep on the floor or this uncomfortably small bench.” “Thanks, I appreciate that. I won’t be late, just need to process this day a bit.” Daya nodds. “Take your time, I’ll leave the door open.” 

The corridor with the sleeping cabins is long and small. On Daya’s left the rooms and her right windows that now show the vague outlines of the mountains, shrouded by the night. “Found it.” She turns the key of the cabin and then texted Sebastian the location before she closed the door behind her, leaving the lock off. She takes in the room and curses. Its as she feared. The room is as cozy and romantic as the rest of the train, and one big matras stuffed in between two wall closets. There even is a fairy rose positioned on the bedspread. Her favorite flower. There is a little space between bed and door to walk and on both sides of the door a small rack for shoes. Above the door the luggage space, and thats it. Daya quickly stores her bag and takes of her shoes and clothes to get into her sleeping t shirt and leggings. 

After that she seats herself on the bed, leaving the curtains open and a bedlight on. She picks up the fairy rose and smiles. The blue variation is her favorite, and even in de dim lamplight its extraordinary aray of blue tintes shine through. It takes her back to the time she would visit her Grandpa’s farm in autumn. There would be fields filled with them, and she was allowed to pick one to keep in a vase in her bedroom during her stay. She always picked a blue one. Gently Daya puts the flower in the open closet space behind her head. Her phone is lying besides it, and shows a new message. Its from Elliott “Traveling gave me new inspiration. I’m thinking of a story inspired by a train. There is an idea for a chapter in the link under this message. I can’t wait to talk through concepts again from the comfort of our home. Missing you, mind and body.” Daya smiles softly, and let’s her feelings for Elliott wash over her as she reads the chapter he send. She falls asleep with the memory of his face and the low rumbling sound of the train engine, dreaming of the day of their reunion.

Meanwhile, a few coupes back, Sebastians night is less peaceful. He’s a nightowl, used to writing and programming till deep in the night, fueled by caffeine and sushi. It pushed his sleeping schedule to an, as his mother would call it, ungodly 3 am. That combined with the excitement of this journey made him sit on the train bench with a restless mind. His eyes wander off to the mountains outside. It started to snow, and ice crystals would get pressed onto the glass before melting and forming tears on the window. Sebastians mind is wavering between rescuing Abigail and a deeply uncomfortable set of feelings towards Daya. He knows she is the most skilled swordswoman in the whole valley, and if anyone could help him succeed its her. But he felt frustration when he saw her again after years apart. Living in Elliott’s cabin, content with harvesting snails and living in the shadow of the writer. He knew her as a fierce warrior that would stay in the mine till late and defeat monster after monster, gaining the respect of the adventurers guild and the rest of the valley. She used to approach Sebastian with a similar attitude, passionate about their relationship and doing whatever it took to remove the obstacles in their path. It still feels like a stab to the heart to realize he couldn’t keep that flame awake. All she needed was for him to open up, and let go of that shroud of anger he used to shield him. But he couldn’t see it, and it drifted them apart. He moved to Zuzu city and only kept contact with Abigail and Sam, while Daya got closer to Elliott every day. Elliott wasn’t particularly brave or outspoken, but his love for Daya was unquestionable and it made her bloom in ways Sebastian could not achieve. Staring at the pattern of melting snow he clenches his wrist and pushes it against the cold glass. As it hits him harder than ever before he mutters “I’m still in love with her.” “Sir?” The employee with the purple costume is back, a notebook in hand. Sebastians bewildered look doesnt scare him off in the least, and set on giving travelers the best experience possible he repeats his question. “Would you like something to drink sir?” Sebastian eyes the cart behind him, filled with bottles and glasses. It would be nice to turn of his thoughts for a bit.. but he shakes his head “No thank you.” Alcohol wouldn’t help him, he learned that the hard way. He just had to be brave. Brave in rescuing Abigail, and brave in allowing himself to have feelings for both her and Daya. He had to allow them to exist untill they faded. His feelings for Daya where eventually going to fade he reassured himself. Sebastian sights and checks his phone for the time. 1.30 pm. 

As his eyes move from the window to his phone he notices a glimpse of a shadow by the door but when he looks again its gone. It could have been the shadow of the man with the cart, but he wasn’t sure. “Yes, time for bed. I’m starting to hallucinate.” He mutters, and gets up to find the sleep cabin.

All the coupes Sebastian passes on his way are empty. The other passengers retired to their sleeping cabins, and he tries to find his own with Daya’s text as his guide. “Number 230, okay, that should be the next corridor.” As he moves into the corridor something immediately feels off. He notices movement in the back of the wagon, but can’t make up if there is someone standing in the shadows or if it looks like that because of the movement of the train itself. Cabin 230 is in the middle of the wagon and the door is slightly opened. “Daya?” Silence. He pushes the door open and feels something crush beneath his boot. As he bents over to pick it up and hold it to the light it seems to be a fairy rose, only its petals aren’t any of the usual colors. Instead of its vibrant blue or purple the flowers are black as coal. A sense of dread fills him when he touches the rosebuds. Its a feeling he remembers from some of Rasmodius relics, magic.. He walks back into the corridor, all the way to the end. There is no one there... when he returns to the cabin he locks the door behind him. Then he notices Daya’s, lying still on one side of the matras. “Daya, are you okay?”

He moves onto the matras and turns her around, positioning her head on his lap. When she stays silent he slides one hand into her neck to support her head and holds the other in front of her mouth. The soft pulsating motion of her heart is noticeable in the veins in her neck and her breath is warm on his fingertips. “Yes, dear.” She murmurs in a sleepy voice and wraps her arms around his body, burrowing her face into his lap. “Oh thank Yoba.” Sebastian whispers with shaking breath. He strokes her head gently. She tightens her grip around him in her sleep, unaware of the tenderness in Sebastians voice. Unaware she his touching him instead of her husband. “Well, your grip is still firm as ever.” He jokes, looking down on the sleeping woman. Its tempting to let her sleep like this, but apart from all the moral reasons not to, he also realizes he can’t get any sleep this way. Especially with all his clothes still on. So he softly wriggles her arms loose to take of his jacket and his shoes. His jeans he quickly switches for his sweatpants and climbs back into the bed. In the meantime Daya is still talking in her sleep. When he lays next to her she is murmuring about shadows. She reaches out to him with her hand and touches his chest right above the neckline of his t-shirt, resting her fingers there. “Saw one on the station today. A friend from the shadows. Linus...” That didn’t make any sense, why would Linus follow them? “Don’t worry about him now.” He whispered, as much to Daya as to himself, because the dark rose is still on his mind. “I think he is in the cabin with the blue ones, Elliott.” She then continued her riddle. In the back of his mind Sebastian had hoped she knew it was him when she held him close, and would have wispered his name but he pushes back that though and tries to go to sleep instead.

[pogaytosalad]

Heres a wip of a sequel.

Dmviolence, by jade

Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.

I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.

I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.

Chapter 2

I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.

Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.

Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.

Chapter 3

Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.

I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.

The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.

Chapter 4

The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.

She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...

Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..

The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.

I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.

Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.

I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.

The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.

I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.

The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.

I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.

Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.

One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.

Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.

I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..

Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.

We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.

She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.

While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.

The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.

The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.

[theycallmegothboy]

1-100 >:DDDD REVENGE!!!

FELIXXXXXXXXXXXX >:(( 1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?  -spotify  2. is your room messy or clean? -it’s pretty messy i guess  3. what color are your eyes? -blue and grey

4. do you like your name? why? -yeah it’s fine 5. what is your relationship status? -single 6. describe your personality in 3 words or less -certified intrusive thot 7. what color hair do you have? -brown and rn it’s red 8. what kind of car do you drive? color? -i dont have a car 9. where do you shop? -hot topic, goodwill, target 10. how would you describe your style? -comfy emo 11. favorite social media account -of mine, probably discord or youtube 12. what size bed do you have? -twin >:(( 13. any siblings? -i have 1.5 brothers  14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? -probably vancouver, idk canada seems lit 15. favorite snapchat filter? -i like the one with devil horns and a tail but its cute 16. favorite makeup brand(s) -i dont wear makeup 17. how many times a week do you shower? -i used to shower every day, but i dont do anything that gets me dirty so like maybe 3 times but if i leave the house then i shower 18. favorite tv show? -stranger things 19. shoe size?  -8 or 9 20. how tall are you? -5′6 with shoes >:(( 21. sandals or sneakers? -sneakers wtf 22. do you go to the gym? -lol no 23. describe your dream date -making some pie or something together and then eating the pie and then sitting on some rooftop looking at stars 24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? -quite a bit actually but i’m saving up for a phone lol so soon it will be like maybe 10 dollars lmao 25. what color socks are you wearing? -not wearing socks but the ones i had earlier were white (ankle length) 26. how many pillows do you sleep with? -just one but it sucks 27. do you have a job? what do you do? -NO BUT IM TRYING TO GET A JOB BUT THE FUCKIN PEOPLE THERE ARE GHOSTING ME AND WONT REPLY TO MY EMAILS SO LIKE SBJHBJS 28. how many friends do you have? -like 4 lmao 29. whats the worst thing you have ever done? -idk nothing super bad but i do a lot of small shit that makes me feel guilty when i realize what i did 30. whats your favorite candle scent? -juniper rosewood 31. 3 favorite boy names -leo, clay, charlie 32. 3 favorite girl names -ivy, uh... idk thats all ive got 33. favorite actor? -no clue 34. favorite actress? -no clue 35. who is your celebrity crush? -not a celeb but i’d smash danny phantom 36. favorite movie? -nightmare before christmas or edward scissorhands 37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? -no, but my fav book is probably the prince and the pauper? idk 38. money or brains? -CASH MONEYYYY jk probably brains but if your entire personality is being “smart” like fuck off lmao   39. do you have a nickname? what is it? - a bunch of people call me son (see #49, #100), some call me rat, dumdum, goth boy

40.how many times have you been to the hospital? -just once i think when i was birthed. i also went once with my brother cause he kicked some scissors i left out on the floor and it sliced his toe the fuck open and he needed stitches and i watched him get the stitches and almost passed out :/ 41. top 10 favorite songs -please dont make me do this i dont have it in me 42. do you take any medications daily? -yea i take 20mg of vyvanse but i need to get it raised to 30 cause 20 is Not Enough 43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) -i got some dry fuckin skin yall dont even know 44. what is your biggest fear?  -it depends. the dark is a pretty constant one though 45. how many kids do you want? -like 2 or 3 eventually 46. whats your go to hair style? -in my face, looking stupid 47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)  -it’s pretty small 48. who is your role model? -i dont fuckin know lmao  49. what was the last compliment you received? - “i belive in you, my son, you’re an amazing human being“ (same friend mentioned in #100, not actually a parent of mine) 50. what was the last text you sent? -”no it’s a raccoon“ YOU GET NO CONTEXT LMAO 51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? -i dont think i ever hardcore believed in him, maybe i did though i remember sleeping under the tree one christmas eve waiting for him but i was like “oh yeah that makes sense“ i guess 52. what is your dream car?  -i honestly dont give a shit as long as it actually fucking works 53. opinion on smoking? -cigarettes? fuck no that’s nastyyy. weed? that’s fine i guess but wait till you’re like 18.  54. do you go to college? -no. am sophomore n highschool 55. what is your dream job?  -musician/palentologist 56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?  -fuck the suburbs lmao, but also im tired of rural, so like.. semi urban?? 57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?  -no but i take the little soaps >:)) 58. do you have freckles?  -yes 59. do you smile for pictures? -awkwardly, yes 60. how many pictures do you have on your phone?  -dont have a phone but i have like 12 on my computer currently. 4 are of me, the rest are of my cat or random shit 61. have you ever peed in the woods?  -yes 62. do you still watch cartoons?  -cartoons these days kinda suck but like if they were good fuck yeah i would like gravity falls can come hang yknow? 63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? -i had nuggets from mcdonalds today so i guess them? i dont really care 64. Favorite dipping sauce?  -i got sweet and sour but i dont like it that much. that schezuan sauce was great 65. what do you wear to bed?  -wouldnt you like to know? ;))  66. have you ever won a spelling bee?  -NO ive only been in two. the first one i misspelled the word “turmoil“ cause i had never heard it before and the second one i spelled the word “owed“ as “ode“ cause i was thinking like ode to joy and then i felt like a big Fool afterwards :(( 67. what are your hobbies? -lol what hobbies 68. can you draw?  -i am physically able to draw, but not well, no 69 (haha). do you play an instrument? -yeah i play a few 70. what was the last concert you saw?  -i saw Chicago in either georgia or tennessee i cant remember in like 2016 71. tea or coffee? -hot coffee, iced tea. NOT the other way around. (i love both though) 72. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? -starbucks 73. do you want to get married? -sure why not 74. what is your crush’s first and last initial? -dont have a crush 75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?  -idk maybe 76. what color looks best on you?  -i dont know but i wear black a lot and that’s pretty dope 77. do you miss anyone right now? -yeah  78. do you sleep with your door open or closed? -closed 79. do you believe in ghosts? -on the fence. not 100% “oh my god look at these gHoSt oRbS i need to sage my house!!!“ but i accept that there’s some things i wont understand about the world and that i have no answers to. i wouldnt be surprised if there are, and i wouldnt be surprised if there aren’t. 80. what is your biggest pet peeve? -whatever my adhd decides i viscerally hate with a firey passion right at that moment  81. last person you called -my brother (the 1 of the 1.5 from #13 and the one who sliced his toe in #40) 82. favorite ice cream flavor?  -chocolate is dope 83. regular oreos or golden oreos?  -regular double stuff. if you say golden, mint, peppermint, or thin oreos i’m gonna have to euthanize you, i dont make the rules.  84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? -rainbow cause it’s prettier  85. what shirt are you wearing?  -queen shirt from hot topic 86. what is your phone background? -i didnt get a phone between question 60 and now but my computer one is some mountains with the moon in the background 87. are you outgoing or shy? -really depends on who i’m around 88. do you like it when people play with your hair? -YES FUCK AAAAAAA (this girl played with my hair literally once in middle school and i was like oh shit and i had a crush on her until the end of middle school true story,,, so ashley if you’re out there-) 89. do you like your neighbors? -to the left they’re fine and their dog is nice but idk what happened to the horses so that’s sus but that’s where our cat came from so they can hang  guess, behind me they’re fine but their boys are loud, to the right they’re fine, and even further to the right are the dope neighbors and waaaaaaaaaay far to the right is a llama and he’s dope as hell 90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? -whenever the fuck i remember to/have the energy 91. have you ever been high?  -i dont think so but i wouldnt put it past myself 92. have you ever been drunk?  -not that i can remember, no 93. last thing you ate?  -sloppy joe from a can 94. favorite lyrics right now -”not gonna waste my life, cause i’ve been fucked up“ 95. summer or winter?  -fall. fuck you 96. day or night?  -night but i like it when it’s actually night and it doesnt get dark at like 4 fucking pm cause that makes me depressed 97. dark, milk, or white chocolate? -dark is good, milk is fine, white is only suitable for fancy stripes on chocolate covered strawberries 98. favorite month?  -i vibe with september 99. what is your zodiac sign -sagittarius (was almost a scorpio but i was holding out >:))) 100. who was the last person you cried in front of?  -in person, my mom like 6 months ago, on a discord call, my friend (i love you by the way, you’re the best,,, i dont think he has tumblr but im just putting it out there) like a month or so ago. i hate crying in front of people, i turn into such a hyperventilating snot monster which is not suitable for human gaze and thats the real tea :/

felix this took like 2 hours of my life i will never get back i hate you and i hope you’re happy with what you’ve done <3 <3

also anyone who wants to stalk me, enjoy this information that im handing to you on a silver platter :)) <3

[jungnoir]

ik uve gotten a lot of asks for this but i just reread battlecry for what i Believe is the 7th time and i just. 😭😭 you said we’re never getting a sequel but can i get a crumb😭😭 a single sentence about what happens after, ANYTHING 😭😭😭 spare content maam, spare content?? will she and jaem have a falling out.... will she and JENO have a falling out...... how will her parents react.... would jeno feel too guilty and give her up, despite what she wants...... the possibilities.... r endless....

omg wait just realized i might have sounded a bit pushy or just. Annoying and kinda rude in general in the last ask IM SORRY THATS 110% NOT MY INTENTION

no dw bb you’re okay!! this ask honestly made me laugh ashfisjf and yes there are so many possibilities!!! I guess I can give you insight into one of them,, perhaps. it’s been so long though so I apologize if it’s disapointing. tw: light gore, mentions of torture, pretty dark. kinda just real sad in the beginning. here’s battlecry for those who haven’t read it. also, the song this is named after is really good and I recommend it!!

when the bones are good;

“Wretched boy,” whip, “wretched, cursed boy,” whip, “you’re a devil! You bring ruin to my family!”

One would think that after weeks of this, Jeno would be used to the blinding pain of a horse whip at his back. The first few hits reopen old wounds, ones that burn against rough fabric and heavy metal and the sweat of a day’s work protecting the kingdom. It just gets worse the longer they go on, until he’s crying into his bindings, wishing the saltwater would melt away the rope and he could try to run. He tried so many a time before. What made him think he had a better chance this time? Or the next? Or the next? Because there would always be a next.

Jeno no longer pleads. He takes the punishment in stride, hoping to the gods that have abandoned him to at least spare him a moment of ignorant bliss. No pain. 

Whip!

A choked sob leaves his throat and by some miraculous mercy, the whip hits him no more after that. He slumps against the disgusting chamber floors that are covered in the remains and innards of everyone who has met their fate here. Traitors, thieves, murderers, him. 

He is only held up by his tied up hands, keeping him from laying fully on the ground, suspending him in the air because his legs are too weak to do anything but give out. He’s lucky to still have his trousers, for his shirt is all torn to shreds in a corner of the chamber somewhere, so the cold stings against his bleeding wounds relentlessly. He huffs and puffs and with each breath, a cloud of vapor follows. It’s going to be freezing tonight. They may as well just kill him here.

Jeno can hear the king’s footsteps but he doesn’t dare open his eyes or look over his shoulder. He doesn’t get a choice though, when the king spins him around harshly and his back is pressed up against the jagged stone wall. He cries out again, being met by a sharp slap to the face. Jeno is silent at once. “Why I ever showed mercy to that abhorrent wench of a mother you have, I will never know. I should have killed both her and you that night and you know it.”

Jeno nods, knowing that if he refuses to respond he’ll just get hurt more. He’d really like to go to sleep now. 

“To think,” the king spits in Jeno’s face, “I gave a bastard peasant boy a place to sleep, food to eat, a place as close to my dearest jewel no man but me will ever have… and you had the audacity to come here in your mother’s name, knowing full well what I’d do to you if I found out. The very arrogance you have, walking these palace grounds for so long, plotting my demise… I ought to hang you in the square where everyone can see you for the treacherous demon you are.”

Jeno could imagine it. The townspeople taking turns to spit on him, calling him a devil child, sentencing him to death beside his mother. He hadn’t seen her since the day she laid the curse on you, the day he’d been found out by the king for his relation to the witch. That was the day the torture started, and if it wasn’t for how suspicious his sudden disappearance would be, Jeno would already be dead by now. 

Things were stiff now that all eyes were on the king. He couldn’t easily dispose of the witch’s spawn like he’d been doing to the others like him for the last few decades, lest the uprisings really take flight. For now, he’d have to wait until the excitement cooled down, and then…

“Leave him here. Hopefully the night will kill him before I have to. I’m far too exhausted to exert the effort.” Jeno hears the king’s voice as he stands and walks out of the cell, followed by the clang of the door slamming shut. It leaves a ringing in his ears that makes him whimper. He, too, hoped the night would kill him first. He couldn’t bear to see your face after your father no doubt fed you some lies about him being the reason for your curse in the first place. The hate you’d harbor for him as he made his way to be executed… he didn’t dare to imagine it.

Where was home?

With his mother? The witch who’d bred him to be her revenge, abandoning the just cause of protecting her coven and avenging her fallen witches in order to spill the king’s blood? The witch who sent him as an agent, meant to orchestrate her plan in slaughtering the royal family for their continued persecution of witches? The witch whose magic sizzled in his veins? The witch who abandoned him the moment he’d confessed “I’m in love”? 

Or was it with you before all this happened? The golden summer days of adolescence where the two of you were just children in love, and there was no curse, and there was no Jaemin, and the king and queen still thought of him as good? With you, the loving princess who didn’t emulate a single ounce of her father’s true nature?

Or was it in the night, when sparks of forbidden energy flowed through his fingertips and created images of a life where Jeno was happy and safe? Was it in the comfort of his “dark” magic, the very thing he kept hidden to save his life?

Home was… it was a rocking carriage. 

Jeno bolts upright and instantly regrets it when his back protests, making him cry in agony. He doesn’t know where he is, only that he’s moving, like he’s being carried somewhere. A hand on his cheek makes him alert to his surroundings at once.

It’s quiet and dark and there’s a hooded figure staring down at him. A familiar voice coos at him, “Please be careful… your wounds only just stopped bleeding.”

It’s you. You’re there. He can feel warmth wrapped around his body and he looks down to see bandages curled tight around his ribs and chest. A loose, peasant’s shirt is hanging off his body but it’s still thick enough to keep him warm, and then there’s a blanket hanging off his shoulders too. 

There’s a small lantern in your hands that lights up your sweet face. Jeno so badly wants to kiss you again. Instead, he blinks back his overwhelming love and asks the burning question on his mind, “Where are we?”

Your hand flutters from his cheek, leaving the boy whining softly in the loss of contact, but it’s only to help readjust his blanket. “The woods. We’re headed for the Na Kingdom.”

A hand much different from your own touches his shoulder, and before Jeno can react the way he’s been bred to, there’s a another blanket being draped over him. Jeno chances a look over his other shoulder and finds another hooded figure, and though the light scarcely meets his face, the features are apparent. 

Jaemin’s lips are pulled tight in a small frown, but he cannot hide the softness in his eyes when Jeno meets them. “It will be a long journey, and we will have to stop a few times for supplies and such. It’ll be trouble trying to smuggle so many people out of the kingdom after the ordeal.”

“I like our odds,” you perk up from beside Jeno, leaning in close to him to provide some warmth, “Renjun knows this land like the back of his hand, and Mark’s been working on cloaking spells for months now.”

It’s only then that Jeno recognizes a sleeping figure at the far end of the carriage, a boy curled up in some hay and sleeping peacefully, no doubt the court mage he’d been watching monitor you for weeks. He could only then assume that Renjun was leading the carriage from outside. His mind, putting things together slowly but surely, wonders how you’d both convinced them to come with you. “Did something happen…? Did your father threaten your life?” 

“He might as well have.” Your voice hardens, but it’s not directed at him. No, your anger is saved solely for the man who raised you, “To beat you… to dare lay his hands on you the way he did… he might as well have done the same to me. It hurts me just the same.”

You were doing this for him. 

Jaemin shuffles a little closer at his other side, adding even more warmth to the freezing boy, “…you have been my friend these past few weeks and I could not ask for more kindness from you even if I was that selfish,” Jeno shudders, unable to comprehend, “what happened… we can discuss at a later time. Right now, your safety and the safety of your people is all that matters to me. We cannot let the king get away with his atrocities. When we get home, I’ll see to it that the treaty is ended and that my father rights her father’s wrongs. I promise that all witches will be safe.”

Jaemin was doing this for him. Why would anyone…?

“That’s right. Jaemin’s kingdom is safe for all. We will make this right, Jeno.” You place a soft kiss to his forehead, enveloping the boy in a hug so tight but so loving that he can ignore the pain for now.

With one hand on your arm, Jeno places the other on Jaemin’s, shocking the prince, “Your highness, I swear to you my life. I will protect both you and (Y/N) even if it kills me.”

The small frown on Jaemin’s lips wavers some at that. Jeno can’t tell what it means, only that he hates seeing the prince look so pained. He’d gotten used to the smiles and laughter. He hated knowing he was the reason for its absence. He would do anything he could to fix-

Jeno is startled when the prince suddenly collapses into his side in a fit of soft crying, tears rushing out of his eyes so fast that the shoulder of Jeno’s blanket is soaked in seconds. The prince has wrapped himself tight around the knight, tight like you, and yet again, the pain is bearable. “You’re an idiot, Jeno,” Jaemin swears through gritted teeth, “don’t talk to me like a knight. Talk to me like you talk to (Y/N). Talk to me like I mean something to you. I care about you.”

You, too, are sniffling into Jeno’s opposite shoulder, rubbing at his arms to fight against the night air.

It’s strange. “I… care about you, too. I’m sorry.” He says and you lay down like that, fall asleep like that. It’s so, so strange. This feels pretty close to a home.

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 36

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.1k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- you can send me questions and theories and comments. tbh they all make me SO SO SO SOOOO HAPPY! and make me want to write more! you can also tell me if there are things you WANT to happen. you never know, i may add it :P

- note for this chapter: that was not easy. i feel like its my worst chapter so far but i stlll hope you guys enjoy it. yes its their first time and yea its a bit awks but i guess thats how it was meant to be. i promise more smut asap. actually there will be a smut scene in the next chapter and i wont make it all loving and awkward like the one in this chapter lol! thank you so much of you read, like, reblog, comment or message me! ily! here’s the ‘request’ i sort of added in this chapter!

Chapter 36 : His chapter

NIALL

I could barely remember getting back home and falling asleep in my bed. The only thing I could clearly remember was the warmth of her body when she cuddled me and the short and low whimpers she let out before falling asleep. It's not that the ride was long or that we hadn't slept in the past few days but for some reason, we were both exhausted. When I opened my eyes, it was already dark outside and I grimaced. It was hard to tell what time it was and I just closed my eyes again and pulled Liv closer with one of my arms. She whimpered again but kept her eyes closed.

"What time is it?" she mumbled, gripping the front of my shirt over my stomach and making me smile a bit.

"Any time between four pm and seven in the morning." I let out, making her lips curl.

She sighed and I knew she was forcing herself to wake up and I watched her as her eyes fluttered open but remained half-closed anyway. They met mine and we both smiled at each other as I let my hand rub gently her back. She shivered but moved up slightly so her head was closer to mine and it made me smile more.

"There's something waiting for you in the living room." I just whispered, making her frown. "Under the tree or somewhere near it, I believe."

This time, her curiosity seemed stronger than her tiredness and her eyes opened completely. They roamed on my face before she frowned and a smirk appeared on her lips, making me chuckle. She moved up, holding herself with her hands on the mattress as she looked down in my eyes. I saw her gaze move to my lips before she kissed me gently and suddenly, she jumped over me, almost tripping on her own feet, getting up next to the bed. I was still laying down and I let my eyes run on her back and down to her ass. She was only wearing a shirt I was pretty sure belonged to me and a pair of black panties and I couldn't help but be slightly excited by the sight.

We had been so close to make love at my mom's and it was a shame we hadn't. With the discussion we had had right before, it would have been the perfect time to show her how much i love and want her. At the same time, though, I knew why we decided against it and it was better this way. Without thinking, I brought my hand to her butt and slipped a finger in her panties, on one of her cheeks. It made her jump and she turned around, making my finger slip out and making me laugh.

"Niall!"

"What?" I asked still laughing, shrugging and sending her a smirk. "You place your beautiful ass right in front of my face, what did you expect?"

She grimaced, scrunching her nose and eyes at the same time and it was so endearing that it made me stop laughing. She shook her head slightly and licked her lips.

"Come on, get up, I want to find out what's waiting for me in the living room!" she urged me, her eyebrows now raised up. "You got me curious."

"Only if you don't put pants on."

Her traits softened and she smiled fondly at me, a spark of amusement gracing her face.

"Deal."

She ran to the living room and I got out of bed slowly to follow her. I leaned against the wall and smiled when I realized she had lighted up the tree only and was on her knees, trying to find her gift on the floor.

"Love." I said to catch her attention, raising my eyebrows in an amused way. She turned to me and I crossed my arms on my chest. "Look slightly up."

She moved up, still on her knees, and her eyes got bigger when she noticed something hanging on one of the branches. She bit her bottom lip, staring at it for a while, and it made something stir in my stomach. I walked up to her and sat on the floor, leaning back slightly and holding myself with my hands behind me.

"It's just a little something." I pointed out as she grabbed the box, her eyes moving up to meet mine. "Nothing big but... I don't know." I shrugged. "I saw it and thought of you."

She licked her lips without saying anything and finally opened it. She stared at the necklace for so long as I tried to decipher her expression without much success.

"I know, it's a bit cliché but, I know you love hearts and I thought, I mean, I don't know, if you don't like it we can always go back to the store and you can pick something else."

Without looking at me, she took it out of the box and put it around her neck. I could see the diamonds on the golden heart shine with the white lights of the tree and I ended up wondering if it would have been prettier with multicolored lights, like she had proposed a few days ago.

"It's perfect." she whispered, running the tip of her forefinger on the heart. "Thank you Niall."

Her voice was low but I could swear it had cracked a bit and when i looked up in her eyes, I could see she was tearing up. The sight was incredible with the illuminated tree behind her and I felt my heart swell with love.

"Come here." I said even lower with a quick head movement.

Her lips curled a bit more and she got closer, bringing her lips on mine. I closed my eyes and deepened it before she nibbled gently on my bottom lip. I let out a short groan and smiled a bit, keeping my eyes closed.

"Merry Christmas, Niall." she whispered this time, smiling against my mouth.

"Christmas was a few days ago darling." I argued with a chuckle, feeling her warm breath hit my skin.

"Maybe I have a late gift for you, too."

My heart jumped at her words and I immediately felt bad for the thoughts in my head but when I felt her move closer, my heartbeats accelerated. I spread my legs on the floor and she straddled me, her lips still attached to mine, but I couldn't move. I felt her ass on my thighs and I kissed her deeper as I felt my fingers scratch down, trying to grip the carpet.

"Do you love me?" her voice came to my ears in a murmur and I finally opened my eyes to look at her.

"Yes, I love you, Olivia."

"Real love?"

The thought of that day when she admitted her feelings to me and asked me the same thing came to my mind and I kept staring in her eyes. This time, I was not going to disappoint her, I was not going to hurt her.

"Real love."

She smiled and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, moving it gently but with difficulty over my head. I laughed when she pulled on it a bit harder as it got stuck in my ear and she raised her nose up in a grimace.

"Such a clumsy ass." I joked, staring at her before she let out a low groan.

She finally let my shirt fall in the floor next to us and I kept my body slightly leaned back if only to have a good view of her. I was just thinking about slipping my hands under her shirt when she slowly took it off, shaking her head a bit to move her hair out and my eyes fell on the necklace around her neck, laying on her skin, near her breasts.

"Fuck, that's such a sight."

She giggled a bit and I finally moved my gaze up to look up at her. She was sitting on me, we were both almost naked, and I couldn't take my eyes off of hers.

"Can I touch you?"

Her lips curled into a fond smile and she slowly nodded. It took me a few seconds to sit up and I ran the fingertips of one of my hands between her breasts, sliding gently on the heart of her necklace. I tried to keep that image forever in my head and held my breath when my fingers moved to one of her nipples. Her lips parted but she kept staring at me and I let my fingers run down on her stomach to her panties. Two of my fingers slid on her core, over her panties and she let out a short and low whimper.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Her answer was quick and she seemed so sure of herself that I pressed my fingers more between her legs. She ground down on them and the sight of her pushing her hips towards me made me even more excited than I already was. I couldn't wait and just slipped my hand in her panties, my fingers rubbing gently against her pussy and coating them immediately.

"Fuck you're so wet already." I whispered, looking back at her face.

Her eyes were closed and her lips still parted, and it made me want to kiss her more than I ever wanted to. I kept moving my hand slowly over her and brought my mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling gently on her skin. It made her whimper again and I could feel myself get harder at the sound. I wanted to feel myself inside her so bad I couldn't think straight and I tried to focus only on her instead. I slipped two of my fingers inside her and I heard her let out a curse word in a whisper. It made me groan when her hips moved again and I bit her neck harder as soon as she started riding my fingers gently.

"I want you so fucking bad." I breathed out as I brought my thumb to her clit. "You make me so hard, petal."

She stopped moving over my fingers and just got off me, struggling and squirming to take her panties off as I watched her. She was endearing and she cursed again, making me chuckle. She moved closer to me and pulled on my boxers, making me smile even more. I moved my ass up to help her but I couldn't take my eyes off of her naked body until she was back on me, straddling me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make this awkward." she just said, grimacing slightly and making me chuckle again.

"Don't apologize, this is perfect."

She cupped my face and I felt my eyes flutter when she moved closer to press her mouth against mine. She pushed her body against mine and I could feel my cock rub against her lower stomach. I felt so horny and excited for what was going to happen that I groaned in her mouth, I slipped my hand on her arms and down to her waist, grabbing it tight. She probably took it as a request because she got up on her knees and moved even closer. I stiffened when I felt the tip of my cock press against her pussy and slowly, she sat on me, making my grip tighten on her waist.

"Fuck, please, don't move." I almost begged her, shutting my eyes tighter.

I had never thought I could be close to an orgasm so quick but I knew that if she moved even just slightly, I would probably cum right before we even started. I knew that the wait, the teasing and the thought of making love with her had made this moment even better but I wanted it to last. I could feel her throb around me and it felt so good that a shiver crossed my back, making me quiver very slightly.

I opened my eyes only to see her hands run on her breasts slowly before one of them reached between her legs. She remained motionless except for her fingertips brushing gently against her clit and without thinking, I pushed my hips up and made her whimper louder. She started moving over me as my hands reached for her thighs, traveling on her soft skin as I felt myself slip in and out of her.

"Darlin' you feel so good." I whispered, tilting my chin up to look at her.

She kissed me again, her hips grinding down on me and moaning in my mouth and I couldn't help it. I brought my hands to her waist again and pushed my body her way. She gripped my shoulders as I was laying her on the carpet and laughed a bit as I hovered over her.

"You like to be in control, Horan?" she asked with amusement, a large smile gracing her lips.

My eyes roamed on her face and my smile grew.

"Oh you have no idea, pet."

She bit her bottom lip and I dipped my head down to kiss her again as I pushed myself as deep as I could inside her. She moved her knees up and started grinding against me in rhythm with my thrusts, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm.

I moved up a bit to enjoy how fucked she looked. Her hands were placed palms up on each side of her head as her hair was sprawled around her head. She looked beautiful and I wanted nothing more than to make her cum. I let the fingers of one of my hands brush against her arm before it reached her hand and immediately, she gripped my fingers tight. I allowed myself to lay completely on her and did the same with her other hand.

"Oh my god, you're gonna make me cum."

The thought made my whole body throb as I desperately pushed myself inside her, still gripping her hands tight and when I felt an orgasm hit me, I buried my face in her neck and groaned louder than I thought I would. I kept moving in and out of her even after I came down from my high and without thinking, I bit the skin of her neck, making her squirm beneath me.

"Fuck, Niall!"

She started shaking and I just stared at her, admiring her as she came hard, her thighs pressed against my sides, trapping me close to her and her back arching. After a few seconds, she sighed but let out a few whimpers and her eyes opened, meeting mine.  We looked at each other for a while and she moved her head slightly, her hair now messy but still spread around her face. She was glowing with happiness and I knew I most likely was too.

"I'm... i'm sorry it didn't last longer."

She started laughing and brought one of her hands in my hair, pushing on my head to bring me close. She kissed me but laughed again against my mouth before I finally pushed myself away from her to lie down next to her on the floor. Once again, I felt her hand reach for mine and she squeezed it tight.

"I thought we'd do that in a bed." she finally admitted after about a minute of silence. "I thought i'd be too nervous to get an orgasm."

"I thought I'd cum too quick and I did." I confessed with a chuckle, feeling her turn her head to look at me.

"But you kept going until I came too." she pointed out, making me turn my head too to look at her. "I appreciate that."

I let my eyes roam on her face, noticing her shining eyes and her red cheeks, and brought one of my hands on one, brushing my thumb against it softly.

"I love you." I expressed, making my own heart skip a beat.

She was beautiful and I seemed to be stuck in that post-orgasm state where everything is perfect until I realized that it had not much to do with the orgasm and more to do with the whole situation. I was exactly where I was supposed to be with the right person and no other feeling could ever top that.

"I love you too." she whispered, licking her lips. "I love you more than anything."

                                                         ----

When the door opened a very happy (and maybe slightly tipsy) Louis appeared, his arms wide open before he took me into a tight hug.

"NEIL YOU'RE HERE!"

I laughed but hugged him back before he turned to my girlfriend and sent her a smirk, tilting his head. He moved his head frenetically and Olivia chuckled, taking a step closer as he engulfed her in a hug too and kissed her cheek.

"I'm very happy you're here, both of you!"

He let us in and I could feel Liv a bit tensed next to me. I grabbed her hand in mine and squeezed her fingers in an attempt to show her I was there with her and she held my hand tight back.

"Hey everyone! The lovers have finally arrived and they're holding hands!"

A bunch of people turned to us and I rolled my eyes as I heard a few 'Hey!'s and 'Hello's being shouted. I smiled and waved with my free hand before shaking my head a bit and looking at my friend.

"You're a pain in my ass, Tommo, you know that don't you?"

"Totally doing it on purpose Niall." he smirked and turned his head to look at Olivia and wink at her. "Love what you did with your hair."

He didn't give her time to answer and she just stuck her tongue at him, making him laugh as he walked away, turning to us and going backwards.

"Wine? Beer?" he asked, his eyebrows raised and pointing at us with both hands.

"Wine!" we replied at the same time, making us both laugh.

I turned to her and she was extending her pinky to me, making me roll my eyes. I intertwined mine around it and stared in her eyes with a smile as I tried to think of a wish to make. We always did that when we talked at the same time and we always preferred that to the common jinx thing people did.

"Key." she whispered with a smile.

I bit my bottom lip and without thinking, I wished to keep this beautiful girl in my life until forever.

"Lock." I finally replied to keep our wishes a secret, sending her a fond smile as she took her hand away from mine.

Louis came back with two glasses of wine and we thanked him, both of us taking a quick sip to ease our nerves. I pulled her with me to the living room and we found a place on the couch to sit together. The room was full and I started thinking coming here for New Year's Eve was a bad idea.

"Are you okay?" she asked as I inhaled deeply and nodded.

"No yea, i'll be okay."

"If at some point you need fresh air or just to go upstairs for a while i'm sure Louis will understand."

I was about to answer when Julie and Liam walked to us. We got up to hug them and finally sat back down as they sat in front of us.

"I just knew you guys would make the cutest couple." Julie laughed as Liam put his arm around her shoulders. "It was just a matter of time."

I glanced at Liv who seemed to blush and I smirked with a shrug.

"Yea I guess i'm a bit slow." I admitted, half-joking. "But we're good now."

I ran my hand on my girlfriend's leg, my fingertips brushing gently on the inside of her thighs. It made her shiver and I smiled more, enjoying the effect I had on her. We chatted for a little bit about everything we planned to do during the next year and at some point I just shrugged again, leaning against the couch and bringing one of my legs on the other, my ankle leaning on my thigh and my knee pressed on my girlfriend's thigh.

"The trip I have planned, of course, but after that then I don't know." I explained. "I'll write no doubt but I don't see myself releasing any music soon, at least not until the end of the year. I'll be busy."

I turned to Olivia and she sent me a small smile before biting her bottom lip and I barely heard Liam laugh as Julie let out a too loud "awww!" I kept staring at my girlfriend, realizing how bad I wanted to spend time with her and focus on her for a while, and felt a twist in my chest at the thought of not seeing her for a few weeks. I was never the clingy type of guy, I was mostly independent and laid-back, but that didn't mean I was not going to miss my best friend and my lover pretty much the whole time I would be away. The truth was, it was the first time I felt like that for someone, and it made me realize that everything I didn't care about in my past relationships seemed to matter a bit more in this one. Like spending 6 weeks away from her.

I don't know what came over me but I moved closer and cupped her face, bringing her head up before pressing my mouth against hers. I let my lips hungrily move against hers as I kissed her slowly but deeply. I forgot about everyone in the house, forgot about where we were, forgot about anything that was not Olivia and I. I just wanted to taste her and show her how much I loved her and how much I would miss her without using any word.

"Fooking hell, Neil, get a room!"

I kept my eyes closed and groaned low against my girlfriend's mouth, slowly coming back to reality and when I finally turned to the voice, I realized all my friends were staring at us. Louis was smirking again and I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Yours, Louis?"

He turned to Liv and raised his nose up with amusement.

"I wouldn't recommend it, love." he let out. "So many unholy things happened there, it could ruin your virtue."

This time, she laughed and raised her eyebrows.

"Oh you clearly know nothing about me, Tommo, nothing at all."

I turned my head to look at her again and let my eyes roam on her profile as she smirked at him. I wanted to know what she meant, I wanted to know what she liked and what kind of things she wanted me to do to her. Just the thought made me feel a bit dizzy and I cleared my throat, trying to get out of my sexual daydream.

"Yea? When Neil is gone, we can hang out then." he proposed, making my heart sink in my chest. "Imma find out everything about you there is to learn."

"Works for me." she chuckled, raising one of her shoulders.

"Alright! Now let's go to the kitchen, dinner's ready!"

Louis clapped in his hands and everyone got up to follow him. I stopped Liv who was about to leave by grabbing her wrist gently. She turned to me and sent me a smile, making my lips curl immediately.

"I'm gonna find out about how unholy you are before he does, right?"

This time, she laughed and shook her head, bringing her hands to my cheeks and running one of her thumbs on my lips. I loved the way she was looking at me and when she got on her tiptoes, I could have sworn she was going to kiss me but she remained very close to me and her amused smile turned into a mischievous one.

"Of course." she whispered. "I'll tell you, and then i'll show you."

[justmikerrss]

to all the boys that will *never* love me:

Dear christian, stephen, mikio, oscar, royce, pat, manny, derrick, mars, gill, rex, max, kevin, and nick -- whether y’all were a crush or someone i saw myself being in a relationship with get ready bc i’m going IN. I’m gonna use this time to rank these catastrophes from level 1 to level 5. level 1 being a crush yenno not so bad or scarring, and level 5 being sad machine playing while the world is burning to pieces like bish you left a MARK on my heart. if you know me i think you know who that person is hahaha

*alexa, please play truth hurts by lizzo*

christian - level 1. lol let’s take a trip down memory lane to my first crush ever!! my gosh i remember being so kilig over this boy in elementary school at st. leander lol it was so obvious. hahaha. your spikey hair and like goofy ass smile i don’t know i was such a sucker for that. the first filipino boy i ever crushed on waow <3 but then I left st. leander and never spoke to you again. you went to o’dowd, i went to sjnd and that was it really. you went to sfsu i went to usf. idk how we ever found each other on insta, but it is so cute to see posts of you and jasmine haha a USF don as well!! the last “convo” (i wouldn’t even call it that) was when i commented on your graduation post and you commented back thanking me and saying congrats too. so happy that your trillest brand is killing it and you know nothing about me anymore but what a great time it was to know you were my first crush ever lol. thanks for this <3

stephen - level 1. lol i left st. leander and moved to sjes and was like ok, who am i gonna crush on now?? hello stephen, my first white boi lol. i knew fosho that you thought i was weird in elementary school like there is a particular time where in church i sat next to you and during the our father you did not want to hold my hand LMAO and that’s when i knew. i stood from afar. touched your thumb for heads up 7 up HAHAHA gosh you were so out of my league and such an asshole tbh. you and nick, forever making fun of me for liking mikio lmfao hate y’all forever. you went to lmu and that was history. lmao you were so mean to me. but all well. you were like not a good person i think i just liked you because of your looks? lol hahaha

mikio - level 2.5. oh my god the epitome of my boy problems in high school lmfao fuck you. jk. but high school mika wouldn’t take that back. oh myyyyy what a FLIRT were you. i had so many fantasies thinking we’d be together, we’d be m&m HAHAH BARF wow, and then you dated mel and it was just like??? then you were my escort but then i was like nope and switched you with ryann LOL suuuuper crazy like I don’t really remember the details of everything but i knew in high school being so kawawa over not being noticed by you. but then you went to davis, slo, and now in sl?? idk where you are now but you had my heart back then (barf) but that was such a long time ago that honestly it doesn’t phase me anymore!! a feeling high school mika wouldn’t have thought was possible. so thank you. i liked you because you gave me little glimmers of hope of like maybe we could be together -- you were nice, flirtatious, close to your family... not afraid to make a fool of yourself for the one you’re interested in. which wasn’t me but again that’s okay! I wrote a letter to you didn’t i? idk what i was doing why was i so dramatic tbh. you did things that honestly weren’t in my control so i can’t hate you really. again realizing that you fit my type so it just, idk

oscar -- level 1. when mikio was being a butt i knew i could crush on you. LOL the hugs, the convos, being able to laugh at anything when you were in the room what a time SJND was when you were there. now you’re in boston with your boo and i’m still really regretful over not being able to see you when i was in boston last year but it’s okay. happy that you’re happy out there :-)

royce and pat -- level 1.5. ah. USF college times man. these two were literally a duo. RA’s of the 4th floor (share yall are silly for assigning that haha) and damn, what a trip it was to crush on you. royce you were a dj so thats how i knew my thing for dj’s came. you both did your jobs at ra’s, pat you were on eboard so i saw your hustle there which i super appreciated. and this is also how i knew filipinos were my type? lol. EVEN THO YALL WERE LIKE WITH BOOS lol i am cursed but yall had hustle, swagger, passion for what you love, and still made time for partying it up and studying. and now i see royce at parties sometimes n i would awk hug him (rip at the phoenix hotel party) and i havent seen pat since he graduated but hes so happy with becca!! so cute. and its cute (and weird) how kierst is happy with royce.

****DJ SPARKY/AGANA/YURI -- level 1. yall are dj’s who i will always cringe at bc of how naive i was at shooting my shot... BUT IM GLAD YOU ALL ARE THRIVING OK LETS DISMISS THOSE BOIZ NOW 

manny -- level 2.5. ahhhhh manny manny manny. my first trip towards using dating apps and matching with someone on TINDER!!! LOL!!!! ok anywho i met up with you for a few times and it was just like... a lot of question marks bc i didn’t really know where my standards were when it came to online dating. we went on dates? but the first time i paid, and the second time you “forgot your card” so i paid again?? and then you walked me to my dorm and kissed me on the forehead?? red alert!! then you kept wanting like a second chance, to prove me wrong and i kept ignoring you bc wtf lmao... then i was foolish to let you into my life again and realized that was a mistake and blocked you again. and now you’re like a bonafide dj living your edm dreams. i saw you at audio TWICE omg rip. i liked you because lol ur filipino, a dj, buttered me up a whole ton which again problematic bc i didn’t see any of it within myself... but its okay mika is better now. better to not be talking to you. but thank you for being my stepping stone into dating apps.

derrick -- level 1. omg at times i forget about you! which i don’t know is a good or bad thing but i don’t think i ever told anyone about you lol. we met on okc, this filipino boi (lol a trend) andddd i went on like two dates with him? one, i met up with him at that one coffee spot near golden gate park. then we walked over to ggp and we just talked and thinking about it now it was very ideal for me to be myself fully, in public if that makes sense. you were so nice and genuine omg. we went to sweet maple the second time around and you paid for the food which was like wow!! diff than manny!! and i remember talking to you about kh and you loving it as much as me. but i got scared because you were like 26 or somn? i was still 20 i think and i was like this dude might be asking a lot out of me...so i told him the “this is on me i don’t feel ready and not sure how i feel” spiel. and that was history. i honestly don’t know what he is doing now but he was really nice. i felt no malicious intentions from me, i just wasn’t ready to move forward w him. the first nice guy i ever let down bruh. ugh.i hope you’re doing well now though.  

mars -- LEVEL 5. fuck me i hate this chapter SO MUCH lmao. so many drunk cries and just cries in general post this whole... like chapter. but lets start off with why i liked you: handsome as hell, close to your family, athletic, hustled, SO MF KIND EVEN WHEN I WAS BEING CRAZY, a great homie and bf quality, gave me the false hope of like “yeah ill see if i can come through” “ill let you know when i listen to this” the forever ILL LET YOU KNOWS but still views my stories and still doesn’t let me know mentality.... you never initiated any of our convos. i was STRAIGHT pursuing you even though i didn’t believe that you’d change your mind about just seeing me as a friend. you made that clear to me from the start but i didn’t take that as an answer LOL which is why i was so crazy to keep hanging out with you... even tho you were super busy and i felt like a burden you STILL made time with me, whether that was peruvian food, or thursday nightlife followed by dancing at a bar together (which i ruined when you took me home and asked you about your love language lmao), souvla, and then our final time of seeing each other: san tung and tpumps. what a fucking few months that was...only to come out of it with another girlfriend with the same name as me. LIKE WHAT. ARE. THE. ODDS. i still can’t believe it till this day. my gosh you were so nice to me mars. such a great homie. and i wasnt empathetic or smart enough to make diff decisions to retain what we had...but im happy that you’re happy with mika. other mika. yeah. man i never felt so in the dark when going through this time, this was so rough. i wasn’t eating, i’d cry in bed for days, it was so bad. i’d like to say that I’m healed from that though. lol to burning the shirt which honestly i should have kept bc it was a cute shirt.. but yeah. thank you.

gill -- level 1. lol you were dumb to think i was attractive enough to dance with at the soulection event. we exchange numbers and i think because i told you i was 21, you backed off. lol guess i was a fetus then. still am. lmao. we text for a bit but then i find out you tried to get into arcilla’s pants?? lMAO. oh and then i see you at that pool party, saw you talking to other girls and i broke DOWN bc i was crossed as hell LOL sorry ate kayla that you had to take me home that day LOL ugh i hate myself for that night. and then i see you right in front of me at OSL. in 2019?? for childish?? that was such weird weird fate. thank god you didn’t recognize me (i had long black hair there, you remembered me with short brown hair plus it was dark). i just thought it was crazy. uhm you had the fuckboy vibe and look on point.. knew everything about soulection. family oriented. but it just fizzled bc i blocked you and then just stopped talking to you lol.

*****chris l/frankie -- level 1. again i cringe at how dramatic i pursued yall sorta as crushes but for sure bc yall were soulcycle and about fitness YES bodies 10/10 and you understood soul. but omg chris pls get ur life together (which is what it seems like ur doing??) and frankie well you’ve been having your life together being married and all so0o0o0 im trash for crushing lmao BUT IM GLAD THATS ALL IN THE PAST AND THAT WE’VE FORGOTTEN i think lmao

rex -- level 0.5. lmfao you were dumb you’re gonna keep looking at me and emily only for me to make the move in letting you know i was interested, follow you on ig, and then you block me?? weirdo. bye.

MY HINGE BOYS </3 

Max -- level 3. oh maximus lmao. we talked for a whole month and what a pleasure it was to text you every day, receive and send memes, curate playlists, be w/ each other at different events... only for it to end after we netflix party/facetime where i don’t feel the kilig i’d feel when texting you. so i told you i wanted to be friends. and then i try to still reach out and be friends, but i got delayed responses to no responses. and now you just, look at my stories? lmao i know it don’t mean shit to look and you recently liked my post, but i feel like i invested a lot into our quarantine reality. you had GREAT music taste (even tho ur playlist was a lil questionable), for all i know you were just telling me things to like get you on my good side, motivated, privileged......... yeah. i hope you find your 5′0 qt rave queen that can go to events with u

KEVIN -- level 1. lmfao honestly you SUCK hahaha even with the benefit of the doubt, it does not take 10 hours to reply...even if you are busy at work NICK AND MAX WERE ABLE TO!!! you were spotty to begin with but then we netflix party and then you dont talk to me anymore after i ask if we could exchange music playlists? i didnt even ask u to be my boyfriend its a fucking playlist.... we talked about music so much. ugh BOYS ARE SO DUMB LIKE SERIOUSLY. hope amazon treats ya right

NICK -- level 4. ugh. ughguhgughgh. i liked you because your profile/resume was all my criteria: music taste A1 bc of bryson, i hated mint chip, i loved spongebob (even tho you NEVER sent me spongebob memes fuck u), you were hapa (he he but fuck u) (i laugh while typing this i am so dum), uhm. yeah. we talked everyday consistently for two weeks. you were such a joy to text bc you were funny (i was funny too), even tho it was hard to keep the convo going w you at times in the beginning because you never inquired about me at times. max did. its like you were better than mars, but not like A+ in replying like max was. you never really flirted with me? lmao i mean even those attempts of me tryna bait you, i always got... friend vibes. benefit of the doubt maybe you just didn’t know how to flirt but you had posts of your past relationship up on your feed so you cant tell me that that exp did not have you pursue a girl and flirt her up. to me, there was no initiative from you. i was chasing you for sure. this dating life is a two way street -- life doesn’t work where one pursues you only otherwise like no. bet if i went the fuckboi approach, gave you lame responds would you have kept the convo going? prolly not bc ur a cancer and want to feel needed. the only thing ill commend you on is when you’d apologize for delays in text messages but then you kinda stopped that. like understand i should also feel like i should be pursued and never did i feel that i felt like you just responded just to respond... like you’re a cancer its in your nature to dive deep and ask deep questions but you never did, you were the type to play video games with your pals LMAO and like/????/? me understanding gamer life i was like YES this boy gets me but like CMON. lol so many things. ok maybe i am reading too into this but this is the freshest heartache :/ you never like told me i was cute or anything like... max made remarks about my looks and you never did. i mean cool maybe you were just vibing off my energy but i just now question if you were actually interested in me? bc i was trying so hard to make you like me. every meme, was a move. you didnt play your cards right!! its like i kept hitting you with plus fours, and then all you’d put down is the same color number card. where was the fun in that? it was super effortless but anxiety filling for me at the same time bc i was convinced that you were the one. :’/ super good news to hear that you wanted to meet virtually literally NO EXPECTATIONS but then monday rolls around, you dont text me the whole day, i check in at 530, you tell me you go to costco instead and want to reschedule bc you thought i was ghosting you????? wtf did u just like expect me to just call u right at 7 and expect u to be ready?? max texted me after work and was like “we still on right?” so i was high key expecting that from you bc 1. show interest and 2. take initiative but you DIDN’T!! so i was honest in telling you how i felt but kept it light and asked to reschedule. you take forever to reply, but when you do you tell me it was silly OF ME to think you were supposed to confirm it which i get i initiated it i shoulda texted you earlier (but what if i had the worst day ever and couldn’t text you??? would you have just let it be and not text me anymore bc you assumed i ghosted you???) you also said that you thought maybe it was too quick to assume that i ghosted you which is YES tru. however i was not going to apologize for not texting you earlier and waiting for you to reply bc boy, that was on you to make a move to double check. if i was in your shoes i woulda texted. that would indicate to me that oh wow this boy is making sure we are meeting and confirming! even drop a hey hows your day you excited for tonight? i made it obvious to hype you up on your photos and everything, you just were like wow your photos are so good! wow i hope you posted that picture! like idk. i kept it light bc i still really wanted to meet you, and just wanted to attribute this small ass thing as a misunderstanding between the two of us but after long hours of making me wait, you decide you don’t want to reschedule because you were unsure of how you were feeling and that you couldn't put your all in and said sorry. no sentiment towards wanting to be friends just a straight goodbye which basically meant, in harsher terms im prolly not as down as you are for me and maybe i am nervous to meet u (idk ill never know if you were) anddd im not interested anymore bc you’re crazy and ME being the womyn that i am ended up being the mature one and said the goodbye hope you have a good life without me text and then our lovestory ended lololol what a great two weeks am i right? honestly maybe you still need to do some growing buddy but relationships are not easy going they are a two way street but also ill never know maybe you were just texting me just to text me and you still wanted to be the nice guy bc you were scared of how invested things would be post call so you call it off and it was just in the moment for you to be down but then have it change on another day.... i woke up in a better headpsace today about how this turned out but like god fucking dammit i had high hopes for you you infj CANCER. *squidward voice* so thanks. thanks for NOTHING (this is when you start your spongebob dialogue of all how to get everyone on board for practicing for the bubble bowl and sing sweet victory)

so, the end LOL basically. to all the boys who will never love me, ultimately thank you for being a part of my life. thank you srsly. thank you for making me exp the pain, the kilig, the uh everything. growing pains these are, but at the end of the day, i hope you have a good life. whether or not we cross paths again this gives me clarity as to what i’m looking for and what i deserve. this goalgetting, resilient, funny, hardworking, awkward but in the best way pinay is a force to be reckoned with!!! she has the best support system out there!!! she has so much to live for because she is determined to not let down anyone counting on her!!!! so fuck u for missing out on that!!!

k. my ideal man list is coming soon. until then... see ya later.

xoxo,

Mika (allison to some)

[silverandarsenic-hcs]

Papa 2- He was kinda tough, but I went for Beauty and The Beast for him. The part I was stuck with was choosing between the scenes “Something there” & “Tale as old as time” I like both, but i don’t wanna ask for too much, so I’ll go for the 2nd one with them getting ready & leading to the ballroom scene. Maybe Cirrus or Cumulus singing? & 3 being Lumiere & 1 is Cogsworth.

ALRIGHT i know the papa III Cinderella AU was done MONTHS AGO but its finally time for the second in that series (?). i have been thinking about this for a very long time and i had to calm down before i could actually write it. i am on a major II kick right now. hes just. so. good. anyways the thing will be under the cut. also this MAY or MAY NOT have a lot to do with my book so like… go off perfectly timed requests…. 

For context, Cumulus is singing, cirrus is the one who cuts II’s hair, III is without a doubt in my mind Lumiere, and I is cogsworth. I just used the names of the real characters instead of the ghost characters because while you can imagine the personalities are the same, i would want you to imagine that they still look like a teapot and a candlestick and a clock. Also II is a human and doesnt look like a beast its merely his personality thats beastly. (this one was much more difficult than the cinderella one and i hope i did what you had in mind justice)

“Tonight is the night.” Lumiere smirked from a stool beside the tub as one of the servant-turned-coat racks scrubbed and brushed at Papa Emeritus II’s rough skin, where he sat angrily in the soapy water. The hanger dumped a water over his head from a wooden pail.

“I’m not sure I can do this.” Papa grumbled as he separated the thick black hair that had fallen into his eyes, water dripping down his chin. He looked across the room to the small table that held a glass case. Inside, a slowly wilting and pale rose, glimmering gently in what little like shone on it from the lamp by the tub. Oh, I’m running out of time…

“You don’t have time to be timid! You must be bold… daring.” Lumiere held his burning hand over his chest passionately as he spoke.

“Bold, daring.” Papa sat up straighter in the water, puffing his chest out a little. He liked the sound of those words, but was beginning to realize he didn’t know what they mean if it had nothing to do with anger, or fighting. He didn’t know how to fight for some thing he wanted - or, someone  - all he knew was fighting to keep people away. But they still sounded nice to him. He still wanted to be those things. Papa stood out of the tub, dripping water across the floor and subsequently extinguishing his brother’s flames, as he walked over to the vanity table.

“There will be music, candlelight, provided by me of course…” Lumiere spoke as he reignited his ever-burning wicks. Being a candle had it’s troubles, Papa supposed. “And when the moment is right, you confess your love.”

“I can- I confess-” Papa sighed as he dried himself off. “I can’t do that.”

“You care for the girl don’t you?” Lumiere taunted.

“More than anything.” Papa spoke all too quickly. She was all he could think about. She was all anyone in the castle could think about, she’d made quiet a splash really.

“So then you must tell her….”

“Ahem…” Cogsworth said from the mouth of the room, bowing forward slightly. Everyone turned to him. “Your lady awaits.” Once Papa was dressed in his most pristine attire, Lumiere and Cogsworth followed him down the many halls the lead him to the ballroom. S/O was already standing there in the most magnificent golden dress. Sleeves hung around her arms from the sweetheart neckline, her waist perfectly cinched into an hourglass figure, the long ballgown spreading out from her waist to the floor. She held the side of it as she stepped down the stairs, so not to trip, a nervous and excited smile on her face. He looks wonderful. Papa wore a long blue coat with intricate gold embroidery around the neck and middle, with a caramel colored vest underneath, and a white linen shirt peaking through just at the top of the chest. On the bottom, a black pair of knee breeches, long white socks, and a freshly-shined pair of patent leather boots. Then they met between the staircases of each wing, they shared a nervous, yet excited smile. He bowed, she curtsied.

“Barely even friends, then somebody bends…unexpectedly,” The pair only clues into Mrs. Potts singing when they reach the bottom of the grand staircase, Papa’s arm hooked tightly around S/O’s. Though they largely acted in silence, it wasn’t hard to tell that there was much more afoot than met the eye. The electrically charged glances. The smirks from behind the long tines of their forks. Every sip of champagne. When the music grew louder, S/O could no longer contain herself. All she wanted to do was dance. She pushed herself from the table and stood from her chair, running over to Papa and taking his hands.

“Come, dance with me.” There wasn’t a single star or moon or planet or comet or god that Papa could have thought of that would make him say no to her. That look on her face, he would have done anything just to look at her a little bit longer. And to told her? To share a dance with her? He was sure his heart didn’t have the strength for such a beating.

“Of course.” He stood from his chair and placed the linen cloth from his lap onto the table beside his place, before following S/O to the center of the ballroom. Only then, as she was placing his strong hands on her waist, and holding the other, did Papa realize that it had been far too long since he’d danced. What if he were to mess up the steps? What if he were to detrimentally embarrass himself in front of the girl? Papa swallowed harshly. Thankfully for him, muscle memory is a powerful thing - remembered the steps in seconds, his body taking over and allowing his mind to absorb every wonderful second he could spend staring into S/O’s beautiful brown eyes. The longer they danced for, the easier it became. The more comfortable they became being so close to each other. Though S/O had danced much more recently than Papa, she was still just as nervous. What if he thinks she’s no good at it? What if she misses a step? Both were too worried about their own performance to even pay enough attention to the other’s to catch a mistake if they made one. Lumiere nudged Cogsworth excitedly from the sidelines of the ballroom as Mrs Potts continued singing.

“Bittersweet and strange, learning you can change, finding you were wrong…” Those seemed to be the only words Papa could hear past the beating of his own heart in his ears. That dance meant much more to him than falling in love. More than even saving his castle, his brothers, and himself, by fulfilling the prophecy. It meant letting someone in, for the first time ever. It meant accepting he was wrong about her, and likely many others before her. It meant learning that there is no shame in breaking something - only in not being big enough to fix it. As the dance slowed gently, S/O leaned into Papa, burying her face in his chest softly. Papa had never been so surprised by the action of another in his life. She used to be so afraid of me. Afraid of the monster that I was. And now, this? She’s…. cuddling me? Oh my. When he looked to his brothers on the side of the room they cheered for him silently, shaking their hands in their air with big smiles on their face. They had almost forgotten about the prophecy too, that night. The beautiful, budding romance before them too precedent over everything that evening.

“Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme,” Mrs Potts sang gently. “beauty and the beast….” her voice followed the pair out of the ballroom and onto the balcony, the stars hanging above them like a blanket over a fort with a million tiny holes for bright light to shine through. S/O was sure she’d never seen a more magnificent sky as they sat on the cool stone bench. In the beginning, every love grows sweeter by the second.

- Judith

[dragonwitch77]

Subcon Apartment ch 3

Looking for a doctor was harder than anyone expected. Not to mention one that specialized for certain conditions the young girl portrayed.

For one thing, she clung to Snatcher’s side like a lifeline. Barely leaving his side even for a moment. He seemed to take it in stride, but they could see, or rather smell, his limitations when he did get those few rare moments away from her. Thankfully, Snatcher managed to be on his, surprisingly, best behavior with the child as she clinged to him.

“You’re taking this surprisingly well Snatcher darling.” Grooves commented at one time. He only got a gruff huff as a response from the taller male.

Another trait the child showed was that she liked to hide when Snatcher was out. It scared the living day lights out of everyone when it first happened, though she did reappear when Snatcher came back. He wasn’t joking when he said she was shy. The girl couldn’t look anyone in the eye much less say anything. Not even Grooves, a people person at heart, could get her to open up to him.

Cookie was the one who worried most about the young girl. She kept asking Snatcher questions like where did you find her? Which abandoned building was she in? Why is she so thin? What had you been feeding her? Where did she sleep? Is that shirt the only thing keeping her covered? Should we give her a bath? Does she tell you if her wounds hurt? Or where she got those scars? Why haven’t you wrapped them in bandages yet?

The look of annoyance was becoming a common look on Snatcher’s face. Even more than the Conductor’s.

However, her heart was in the right place for the young child. Cookie had made it her sole job to put some weight on the small girl and got every opportunity she could to make something for her to eat. Soft foods mostly. She was still worried about the child’s digestive track.

The job for searching for a doctor somehow landed on the Conductor. The old man had numbers of different doctors and specialists on hand. “Back problems. N’ a few accidents on set.” He handed Cookie a list of numbers. “They should be good ‘nough. Or at least know what tae do.” He pointed to the numbers that he circled that he deemed to be good enough to try.

“Thank you Conductor. Maybe we can try calling one of them later.”

“Or never! That’s an option!” The two adults glared into the living room. Snatcher was splayed out on the couch with the child resting on his chest. “What? If they aren’t good enough then we shouldn’t bother.” He shrugged, earning an eye roll and growl from the two.

*

It was midday on a Monday when a doctor was finally found. An old friend of the Conductor who had once been a doctor to his own kids long ago. He was pretty much retired but he still took house calls time to time.

The Conductor smiled as he opened the door. “Phylum! Nice tae see ya again ya old cougar!” Conductor pulled his old friend into a hearty hug.

“It’s nice to see you too you haywire.” Phylum smiled, patting the Conductor on the back. “So what’s with the sudden call out of the blue for medical attention? None of your little ones have gotten themselves hurt have they?”

“Pfft! Oh no! Not one of mine! They’re all big n’ have their own wee lil’ ones tae worry ‘bout.” The Conductor ushered his friend inside. “Sorry fer the call last night. Ah know it was late but the relief of findin’ a doctor kinda clouded me mind.”

“It’s fine. No troubles here.” Phylum looked about the living room. “So, where’s my patient? You didn’t give me much detail over the phone when we talked.”

“The spook has her.”

Phylum looked at his friend questionably. “Spook?”

“Snatcher. The one Ah told ya ‘bout last Thanksgivin’ visit.”

Phylum nodded his head slowly, humming in thought. “Ah, yes, him. You showed me that scar he gave you from a ‘little’ argument.”

The Conductor huffed but said nothing.

“So, my patient is a girl then? I hope you aren’t trying to set me up with anyone. Maisie wouldn’t be too happy about that.”

The Conductor scoffed, punching his friend’s shoulder in playful mannerism. “Yer awful ya old cougar! Besides, the lass is a weeeeee bit too young fer yer taste. Not tae mention she’s… uh… well… maybe it’s best tae see fer yerself.” He cupped his hands together around his mouth. “OI! SPOOK! THE DOCTOR IS HERE! GET YER SORRY BUM DOWN HERE WITH THE LASS!”

“Was that necessary?”

“Kind of.” Conductor shrugged, leading his friend to the couch. “He stays up in the upper floors sometimes, though most of the time he tends tae live in the basement.”

“Still not much of a people person I take it?”

“Not in the slightest. Can you believe that? N’ the nerve of him! If Ah had ownership of this place, he would be right out the door!”

Phylum chuckled a little. “I’m certain that he would be out on the streets given what you’ve told me. He certainly doesn’t sound like… like…” Phylum frowned, feeling a small cold shiver go up his spine. He glanced to the hallway, finding golden eyes glaring at him from around the corner.

Phylum jumped, his heart pounding in fear as the eyes bore deep into his very soul. “There ya are ya bum!” Conductor’s voice snapped Phylum out of his terror. “Took ya long enough tae get—!”

“Shh!” The other male hissed, stepping into full view. To Phylum’s surprise, this male was tall. Very tall. Seven feet in height or more in fact if he had to guess. His skin was pale and his build was thin. He seemed to have a theme for purple as his pants with a dark shade of violet and his vest was also a dark shade of purple over his white shirt. Shaggy dark hair reached past his shoulders, his bangs hanging over his eyes with their golden shine peeking through between strands.

The whole demeanor of this fellow screamed unwelcoming and danger all around him… had he not caught sight of a small bundle held in his long arms. “Kid’s asleep.” The man muttered darkly.

“Well the doctor’s here. She can sleep after he’s done lookin’ her over.” Conductor huffed, getting up from his spot on the couch and plopped down in a worn-down red armchair. “Best he gets it done n’ tell us what the damage is now then later.”

The younger male glared at the Conductor but said nothing as he took his spot on the couch, turning his focus on Phylum. The golden eyes looked at him questionably, darting up and down that made the old man feel… uncomfortable. “This guy is the one you had called up?”

“If yer questionin’ my choice in doctors, bum, Ah’ll have ya know he’s the best there ever is! Treated all my young ones when they were me grandkids age.” Conductor huffed, crossing his arms. “If there’s anyone we can trust with this, it’s him.”

“You really know how to put pressure on me old friend.” Phylum chuckled, though there was a hint of nervousness as he turned to the other occupant in the room. “You must be the infamous Snatcher my haywire friend spoke about.” He smiled politely, holding out a hand for him to shake.

“Uh, Phylum? Ah don’t want tae give ya any frights or nothin’ but best tae keep yerself a good distance away from him.” Phylum looked at the Conductor questionably. “New people tend tae make the spook a little edgy n’, eh, they tend tae… ‘lose’ a finger.” He quickly retracted his hand, looking at Snatcher frightfully.

The younger male stared at him before his mouth slowly went into a grin. And not the type of grin that Phylum liked. It was a type of grin that flashed all his teeth and the corners of his mouth reached to heights that he was sure were impossible for normal mouths to do when grinning. And the canines this man had were impressively long if not a little sharp looking.

This was a grin of trickster of dark deeds.

Phylum really didn’t want to be around this man alone.

It was at that moment that small bundle in Snatcher’s arms started moving. The younger adult quickly lost any interest in Phylum and turned his focus on the bundle. “Hey kiddo. Did the old timer wake you up?”

Phylum watched as Snatcher, ignoring the Conductor’s angry sputtering, pulled back some of the blanket aside and revealed a small tired face buried in the fabric. Blue eyes blinked tiredly up at Snatcher, letting out the biggest yawn. “I know I know. I don’t like my naps getting interrupted too. But the doc’s here, so you have to be awake just for a little while okay?”

The old doctor took a chance to scoot a tiny bit closer to Snatcher, adjusting his glasses on his face. From what he could see, her skin was pale too, though not as pale as Snatcher’s skin thank goodness. Her hair was a mess, short and dirty. He could see a scar behind her left ear, though he was sure that it would fade out with time. Little button nose, thin cheeks, dark bags under her eyes… this didn’t paint a nice picture.

*

“I’m surprised she’s even alive.” Snatcher frowned.

“What’d ya mean doc?”

“I mean with her condition she would likely be dead just about now.” Phylum answered as he set his stethoscope in his bag. “But most of that would be due to starvation. She’s very underweight, smaller than what children her age should be at, and these scars she has.” He took one of the kid’s arms, pointing at certain scars on her skin.  “They looked to have been done intentionally.”

Over in the kitchen, the Conductor did a spit take. “WHAT?!”

“Whoa whoa whoa! Hold up old timer! What do you mean intentionally?! You’re telling me someone do this—” Snatcher pointed to the wounds. “On purpose?!”

“Unless she did it to herself at a younger age with a steady grip, there’s no other explanation for them.” Phylum shook his head, letting on of her arm. “Thankfully those scars aren’t too deep. They’ll fade some in time, but I’m not sure if they’ll ever fully go away.”

Snatcher was in shock. “Someone… did this to her…” He looked down at the small child sitting on his lap. She was curled up with her legs tucked in, staring at the old doctor intently with caution and fear. If Snatcher wasn’t there, he was sure she would have taken off running.

“Peckin’ ifreann!” The Conductor cursed, stomping into the room and taking Phylum by the collar of his shirt. “This isn’t some sick joke tae ya is it Phylum?! No one in their right mind would do somthin’ like that tae a lil’ girl! Ah mean look at her! She’s jus’ a wee thin’! Who would be peckin’ stupid enough tae do such a thin’?!”

“I don’t know! What I do know is that someone did do this to her, and whoever did must be sick in their mind to do such a thing.” The Conductor stared at his friend for a while before releasing his grip, storming off in a fit.

Phylum watched as his friend disappeared behind the corner, sighing sadly before turning to the younger man seated on the couch. Snatcher had his arms wrapped around the girl, holding her close to his body. “… As far as I can tell, there seems to be nothing wrong with her. On the outside. I’ll have the blood samples taken to a lab to see if she has anything in her system we should worry about… If I may ask, how did you ever come across this child?”

Snatcher shrugged. “Found her in an abandoned building all alone. Couldn’t just leave her there ya know?”

Phylum hummed. “Well, it’s certainly a good thing you did. Otherwise who knows what would happen… anyways, I best be off and send these samples in soon. My recommendation would be to put some weight on her and keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.”

Snatcher just huffed as the doctor left the small apartment.

[sirius-archive]

chasing fire (remus x reader)

Pairing: Young!Remus x Female reader, lowkey Young!Sirius x Female Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, locker room sex, swearing, ummm i think thats it?

Reader’s house: Gryffindor

Age: 18 (in their Seventh year)

A/N: After many, many versions of this and a whole lot of slamming my head against the keypad, I have finally finished this fic! Requested by the lovely @marauderskeeper who was ever so patient with this darn fic. I hope you like it love. 

Summary: Remus hates (Y/N) more than words can describe. And by hate, he means loves. Yeh, he definitely has it bad for (Y/N)

It started with an argument in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

A really dumb argument, Remus admitted, though he wasn’t necessarily good at picking his battles and he had a feeling (Y/N) already knew that. And he really should have known better by now, because they had been playing this game for years, but conceding meant she was right, and Remus wasn’t going to let her win that easy. (Y/N) won a lot of things, but Remus wasn’t one of them.

“It’s probably no big deal but you’re doing it wrong.”

Remus’ grip on his wand tightened, his teeth clenched tightly in frustration. He had felt her presence before she had spoken, but he had chosen to ignore her. He wasn’t about to be distracted by her sweet nothings and sultry stares.

When he didn’t respond, he heard (Y/N) saunter up to him until she stood beside him. 

“You’d be much better off with Flipendo.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “Expelliarmus is just as effective.”

“Yes, but do you really want your opponent to get back up? Wouldn’t it be better if they just stayed down?”

Remus raised an eyebrow at her, briefly wondering if she meant another curse entirely instead of the simple knockback jinx. Then he realized that this was (Y/N), and she was probably riling him up just for kicks.

“That sounds a lot more sinister than just defending yourself,” Remus noted with a querying brow.

“Maybe,” she smirked, “but I’d rather just get the job finished instead of leaving it half done.”

“What are you saying? That you’d rather kill someone so you can win a duel?”

(Y/N) frowned at him, “What type of person do you think I am? Of course not!” she smirked, mischief glinting in her eyes, “But I’m not the type of person to leave someone hanging. I want to leave them satisfied.”

Remus rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his voice, “I’m sure they’d be super satisfied to–”

His words trailed off when he felt her touch glide across his shoulder, following the length of his arm until her fingers grazed across his white-knuckled grip. He stood very still, his heart pounding against his chest like a fist, as (Y/N) curled her fingers around his wrist.

“All you have to do is adjust your grip like so. And then you’ve got them.”

Remus was suddenly aware of how close she was standing to him, her breasts pressing into his back. He felt rather than saw her reach up to stand on the tips of her toes so her breath could fan over his ear.

“Flipendo,” she whispered, and Remus struggled to fight the shudder that rattled his spine.

“Flipendo!”

The target flew three feet across the room and slammed into the wall, it’s wooden limbs splintering. He turned to face her and noticed a hunger in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before. Something jolted through him, heading straight to the region beneath his belt.

“You’re finally catching on now,” she grinned and turned on her heel, flouncing away with a swing of her hips. 

It was at that moment that he realized what she had meant, that, as she had hinted earlier, she couldn’t care less about the spell he chose to disarm his opponent. It was a game, and she had him at checkmate. He suddenly felt like she had cast the knockback jinx on him as his mind raced and his breath quickened.  

“What the hell just happened?” Remus breathed to himself, desperately trying to will away the tension in his pants.  

Somewhere behind him, James, Sirius and Peter shared a knowing smirk.

“I wonder how long it will take before they find a broom closet and just get it over with.” Peter sighed, his eyes flicking between the two of them.

“2 galleons says two days,” Sirius smirked.  

“4 galleons says a week,” James remarked, extending his arm to his friend, “They’re both too proud and stubborn for their own good.”

“You’re on.” Sirius shook James’s hand. Peter raised a brow at them, folding his arms across his chest.

“Somehow, I think you’re both going to lose.”

As Remus strode across the Quidditch pitch, he couldn’t help his wandering thoughts from drifting to his encounter with (Y/N) earlier that day. For the entire time that he had known her for, he had believed that she just enjoyed riling him up, when she had just been using it as an excuse to flirt with him. He had never felt more stupid in his life.

Up above him, James scolded Gabriel Hawthorne, soaring past the beater with a bite in his words. Remus turned his gaze skyward and spotted (Y/N) hovering next to David Keen. He’s reminded of how she felt pressed against him, the heat radiating off her body, her lips tantalizingly close to his ear lobe as she whispered into his ear.

Flipendo.

“Moony!”

In the distance, Remus spotted Sirius and Peter in the stands, and, abandoning his racing thoughts to the furthest part of his mind, he rushed toward them. Upon approaching them, Sirius gave him an odd look that made Remus feel like his thoughts aren’t so private after all.

“Come to support your boyfriend?” Remus snipped, trying to grasp the upper hand of the conversation. Sirius’ smirk broadened.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

“A damn poor one.”

“Well, he knows it’s only about the sex. Besides, we all know that I’m a strictly no-strings-attached type of guy,” Sirius’ eyes glimmered deviously, “But what type of girl do you think (Y/N) is?”

“You’re her best friend, shouldn’t you already know?” Remus bited back.

“Yeah, but I’m not that type of friend, though it would be nice.”

“Be nice?”

“Well, she’s smart, funny and beautiful,” Sirius smirked, “What more could a guy want?”

Sirius’ eyes wandered over to (Y/N), who was weaving through the air in pursuit of the golden snitch. Remus blinked at her, suddenly feeling oddly possessive of her. After a moment of admiring (Y/N), Sirius turned back to Remus, grinning devilishly.

“You guys think I’m here for James, and that’s only half true. I’m also here to admire the view…”

Remus rolled his eyes, forcing himself to appear unaffected by Sirius’ taunting. He knew Sirius and his antics, and he knew this was all to rile him up. But he couldn’t ignore the jealous beast inside of him that was snapping its jaws at Sirius’ stupid, smug face.

Beside him, Peter squirmed uncomfortably and pointed out toward the pitch, “Looks like they’ve finished training!”

“Better go say ‘Hi’ to my bestie,” Sirius winked, rising from his seat and stretching lazily.

“Don’t bother. I’ll pass on the message,” Remus remarked, stiffly, before striding away.

Peter turned to Sirius, eying him carefully.

“You don’t think you were a bit harsh?”

Sirius snorted. “Nah, he’ll be right. It’s about time someone said something anyway, I’m sick of him moping around being sexually constipated all the time.”

Peter shrugged, “Well, if you say so…”

Remus’ thoughts were a whirlpool in his skull as he walked toward the locker room, cursing himself, Sirius, and everyone he can think of. He could hear James and Sirius in the distance, laughing and bantering with the rest of the team as they made their way toward the castle. But Remus only wanted to be around one person at the moment.

“(Y/N)?” he called out as he pushed open the door, listening for her response.

“Remus,” her voice came from behind him, and he turned, his jaw dropping open when his eyes fell on her. (Y/N) stood before him, wrapped in a towel and steam radiating off her naked body. He mouthed a wordless apology, expecting her to scold him and shoo him out of the locker room. Instead, she surprised him with a smirk.

“Weren’t expecting this?” she asked, stepping closer to him.

“I…er…wasn’t sure w-what to expect,” Remus stuttered, tripping over his words like a fool as he caught a whiff of her shampoo.

(Y/N) chortled, “You know, Sirius tried to bait me into making me jealous earlier. James did, too.”

“Sirius did the same thing to me, too,” Remus murmured, trying with all his might not to drop his gaze from her eyes.

“Hmm,” (Y/N) hummed, her face inches from his, “I think I know what they’re up too. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they made a bet.”

“Tossers,” Remus muttered as (Y/N) crept even closer.

“Why don’t we beat them at their own game?” (Y/N) whispered, and Remus furrowed his brows at her.

“What do you mean–?”

Before Remus could finish his sentence, (Y/N) recklessly crashed her lips against his in a passionate kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. Though initially shocked, Remus responded fairly quickly, kissing her back fiercely, and before he knew it, he was being slammed up against the lockers, (Y/N)’s fingers fiddling with the edge of his shirt.

“Take it off,” she demanded, her voice husky and her lips swollen. Remus shed his shirt with ease before claiming her lips again. It was a mess of teeth and tongue, and he swore he tasted blood when she bit down on his bottom lip.  

Remus gripped her shoulders and flipped them around, pushing her up against the lockers. Her towel fell from her body and she gasped against the sudden sensation of the cool steel biting into her warm skin. Her fingers found his hair to pull and tug at the sandy-brown strands, soft and thick in her tightening grasp. Remus groaned at the feeling and trailed kisses down her neck, her head lulling back against the locker.

“Finally,” she sighed as he sucked on the tender flesh of her neck, “I can’t believe – oh – it took you so l-long…”

“Merlin, you’re such a smartass,” Remus groaned into her neck. He nipped a spot on her neck that made her moan and buck against him, and he smiled, relishing in the way that her grasp tightened in his hair as she desperately tried to reclaim her control, “It’s time someone taught you a lesson.”

“Mhm,” she hummed, her hands sliding down the muscles of his back before catching on his belt, “When you say it like that…”

(Y/N)’s hand slipped between them to unbuckle his belt, her fingers fumbling with anticipation. He laughed against her skin as she groaned in frustration, and when she finally got the wretched thing off, she tugged them off his hips.

“Someone’s eager,” he growled before he peeled himself away from her neck to plant kisses down her chest. She whined when his lips found her nipple, and he took the taut bud into his mouth, biting down on the tender flesh.

He scaled back up her body and pressed a kiss to her lips and she moaned. He couldn’t help but slip into it, like he was drunk on amortentia, dizzy and starved and craving more. He had to resist the primal urge to bend her over and fuck her senseless right then and there because some part of him wanted to savour this, but the other part somehow knew she had the same, animalistic desire too.

His resolve, however, to taunt her the same way she had taunted him, flew out the window when she gripped his cock through his boxers.

“You’ve been hiding this from me this entire time?” she rasped, stroking his erection, “Remus, you’ve been holding out on me.”

Remus wanted to respond but words failed to form on the tip of his tongue, slipping into an unintelligible moan. She snickered, her hand slowly pumping him.

“You want something, Remus?” she asked, all cocky and sure. (Y/N) fiddled with the hem of his boxers and Remus caught the hint, shoving them down so that his cock sprung free.

The first time he had sex, his partner had been so shocked at the length of his cock, he half expected her to bolt out of the room and never see him again. Though he had gone slow, careful not to hurt her, she still had to waddle around the school the next morning, and she couldn’t look at him without glancing at his crotch.

He expected the same reaction out of (Y/N).

He watched her carefully as she stared, and before he knew it, she had gripped him again, stroking his length with a growl.

“You are amazing,” she groaned, “I need you inside me, Remus. Fuck.”

Surprised by her enthusiasm, Remus groaned and kissed her passionately, “Don’t need to be told twice.”

“Well don’t make me.”

Their lips met again as Remus hoisted (Y/N) up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, her soaked core dragging against his erection.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Remus growled as he aligned himself with her entrance and sank inside.

(Y/N) threw her head back in pleasure as they both groaned. She was so tight and so warm, her pussy so inviting as he continued to slide inside of her. When he reached the hilt, he waited until she adjusted, and once she gave a whine of approval, Remus began to thrust.

Remus’ hips snapped against her as he set a pace, his balls slapping against her as he took her. She mewled and moaned beneath him, her hands tangled in his hair and her breath hot on his neck. He planted kisses on her neck, sucking and licking at the flesh, whispering words of praise into her ear.

“Oh, Fuck,” she cursed as he plowed into her, getting lost in her depths, “Harder Remus, fuck me harder.”

Remus growled and increased his pace, pounding into her with wild abandon. His head spun a little because he was pretty that (Y/N) had become a fixed point in time and, somehow, the earth revolved around her. Centuries of science tossed out the window, as well as logic and reason. Maybe it was irrational, maybe he was just a parched and hungry man desperately trying to quench his desires. But he knew for certain that right now, at this moment, it was just him and (Y/N).

With this single thought in mind, Remus used one hand to support her while the other snaked between them to rub her clit. (Y/N) shuddered beneath him, a low moan escaping her shapely lips. He worked her into a frenzy, his fingers rubbing circles on the small pearl as his cock pumped in and out of her.

“Merlin, I’m gonna cum, Remus!” she cried before her pussy clenched around him and she came, squeezing him like a vice. Remus plunged into her with increased effort, chasing his own release. (Y/N) was all-too-eager to help, whispering sins into his ear that would make Satan blush.  

With a little encouragement from her tight walls and the praise of her words, Remus came, roaring her name and spilling inside of her. His cock twitched inside of her as cum pulsed down the length of his cock, and (Y/N) sighed, planting a kiss on his cheek as she held him close. After a few moments, Remus pulled out of her, placing her gently on the ground.

(Y/N) pulled him into a kiss, her lips moving against his softly. It was gentle and graceful and nothing like the way they kissed when he was fucking her into the lockers. He broke the kiss to press his forehead to hers, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. She smiled, biting her lip.

“Now, just because that was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had, doesn’t mean we’re no longer academic rivals,” (Y/N) murmured, “No strings attached, right?”

Remus snorted, ignoring the sinking feeling in his chest. He reasoned it was probably for the best. “Right. Whatever you want.”

(Y/N) smiled and kissed him again, and he couldn’t stop the fluttering in his heart that whispered he wanted so much more with her. He couldn’t deny that this was what he really wanted this entire time, that he was too proud to admit it but secretly clung to hope that it would happen. But he could be patient. He was a Pisces after all.

When they broke apart, Remus smiled against her lips, drinking in the view of her flushed face and dancing eyes. “Oh, that’s right. Sirius says ‘Hi’.”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow, “You think of Sirius just after sex? You really are in love with him…”

Remus snorted, “I think you give him more credit than he deserves.”

(Y/N) laughed and slid out between where she was sandwiched between his body and the wall. She strolled toward the showers, swinging her hips suggestively.  

“And where do you think you’re going?” he asked, brow cocked.

“To clean up,” she replied, smirking devilishly, “You coming for round two or do I have to entertain myself?”

Remus growled, chasing after her with speed. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against him before twirling her around and throwing her over his shoulder. She shrieked a laugh as he walked toward the showers.

No strings attached. That was probably what they needed at this point and anything more would complicate things. The last thing Remus wanted was complicated.  

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coconut shampoo and fabric softener

secret santa for ray in the rt writing community discord chat!! i hope you like it - merry christmas my guy

prompt - ray and ryan after a heist

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The safe house is a haze of red by the time Ryan gets there - door thrown wide open, windows broken and holes in the walls that are all too familiar.

Ryan drifts forwards, working on autopilot as he enters the building and walks through the wreckage. Most of the roof has caved in and there are scorch marks on the walls. He carries on, not able to stop as he steps over a particularly nasty pile of charred wood.

Theres a soot covered floral shirt buried underneath.

He wants to stop, to bend down and throw the wood out of the way and help his crew member, his friend. He wants to hug Jack to his chest and cry and scream and tear down the people who did this - but he doesn’t. He keeps walking, past the kitchen where there are bloodied knives laid about the floor and a body hidden by the counter. Ryan can see the golden boots of the owner, though, and they don’t seem to be making a move anytime soon.

The journey continues. Down the hall and over the smashed photo frames and past the flooded bathroom where pink water was flowing gently through the bottom of the door and Ryan didn’t even want to open it and see which of his family members lay lifeless, so he didn’t.

It had only been a few hours ago that Ryan had been making his way out, off down to the local shops with a list of crew member cravings in his head. He’d ruffled Gavins hair, earning a squark as the lad tried to keep his eyes on the video game but Michaels cheer from behind him had shown that he’d failed. Geoff had passed him in the hallway, all tired eyes and charming grin as he clapped Ryan on the shoulder. He had just been reaching for the door handle when slender fingers curled around his wrist and spun him around.

“Not saying goodbye?”

Ryan grinned. “I’ll only be gone a few minutes.”

Ray wrapped his arms around Ryan’s torso, turning his head to press the side of his face into the older mans chest as he pulled him close.

“A few minutes too long, you mean.”

Ryan rolled his eyes, a fond smile playing on his lips as he returned the hug and lightly rested his chin on top of Ray’s head. Ray smelt like coconut shampoo and the fabric softener that Jack liked to use. Ryan was never one for cliches, but he truly believed that Ray smelt like home.

“You’ll play video games with the others and won’t even know I’m gone.”

Ray shifted, not letting go but turning his head to look up and frown.

“I always notice when you’re gone.”

Then he was kissing him - slow and loving and such a breathtaking goodbye for a quick journey to the shops. Ryan returned it eagerly though, bringing a hand up to lightly tilt Ray’s chin a bit higher.

It was almost embarrassing, the way his heart fluttered. He was the Vagabond, for fucks sake.

They broke apart with a little noise that made Ray laugh, his cheeks tinged pink. Ryan let go of his boyfriend, playfully shoving him away.

“Alright, fuck off and let me go. Michael won’t survive the night if I don’t bring back alcohol soon.”

Ray laughed, folding his arms and leaning back against the hallway wall - the perfect picture of nonchalance and Ryan loved him. They stood for a second, simply smiling at each other before Ray moved forward and opened the front door, practically pushing Ryan out into the day.

“Leave already! I’m getting sick of you.”

Ryan finally turned to walk down the steps of the safe house, a grin seeming permanently stuck to his face.

“Dick.”

“Motherfucker.”

The door was softly clicked shut from somewhere behind him and Ryan found himself walking a little faster, the promise of home at the front of his mind.

The Ray he was staring at now was cold and lifeless, splatters of red on his face that brightened up his outfit. There was no trace of a smile on his vacant face.

The air knocked from Ryan’s chest like he’d been shot, doubling him over and knocking out his legs. He crumpled, pressing a hand to his chest and gasping for air as he stared at the figure in-front of him.

“Not saying goodbye?”

And he hadn’t, not really. They had kissed and made jokes and was the last thing he ever said to his boyfriend really ‘dick’? He felt sick, the pressure in his chest tightening, trying to tear him apart from the inside.

He tried to crawl closer, to grip the edge of the bed and pull himself up. He needed to close Ray’s eyes. Ryan edged forward, but every inch he gained the bed seemed to back up, taunting him with the sight of his dead lover. The closer he moved the further it got until it was sliding backwards, the room so long now that it was three times it’s original state. Ryan tried to speed up, tried to scream, but suddenly his knees were stuck to the ground and his throat had closed up, barely enough room for him to breathe and when he looked down the floor was covered in blood and the whole crew was scattered around the room - multiple versions of each person slaughtered in multiple ways. He squeezed his eyes shut, shocked that no tears were flowing, but all he saw behind the darkness of his eyelids was Ray’s face, staring but unseeing as his mouth fell open and a thick stream of red spilt over his lips.

Ryan woke with a start, legs kicking until he was sitting up with his back pressed to the cheap headboard of the motel bed he had been sleeping on. He was disoriented at first, confused and on high alert as his senses started to come back to him.

He wasn’t in a safe house - he could tell that much. The room smelt like moss and a faint hint of paint that was all too familiar. The sheets of the bed were scratchy and damp where they were balled up in his fists. He tried to tell himself that he was okay, he was safe, it was just a dream, but the pounding of his heart and the slow, cold trickle of sweat down his neck had him unconvinced.

There were suddenly hands on his shoulders, hot breath hitting his face and he could hear words but not the meaning. All he could think of was the safe house and his friends dead and dying without him there to protect them. He needed to get to them, he needed to crawl faster and reach the beds edge-

“Ryan!”

Ray’s voice cut through the panic and chaos of his mind, a soothing wave in a sea of distress, and Ryan found that he could breathe again.

“Hey, you’re okay. The heist’s over, everything’s fine.”

The heist. He remembered now. The LSPD had been coming down on them hard and they’d all split off to try and confuse them. He’d ended up on a motorbike, Ray clinging tightly to his back as their chests racked with laughter. Warm blood had trickled down his arm, making his grip on the handlebars slick, but with Ray cheering in his ear and the wind whipping his face as adrenaline coursed through his bones - he couldn’t find himself caring. They’d taken a series of twists, turns, back-alleys and dirt roads until they’d come up to a crappy looking motel a few towns away. They’d fallen into the room laughing, holding onto each other and recalling their favourite parts of the heist.

“That poor security guard!”

“The news is gonna have a field day with this one!”

“Do you think Geoff still has that guy’s hat?”

“I can’t believe you took that woman’s sunglasses!”

“Hey, Gavin said he needed a new pair.”

They drank the small bottles of alcohol that they found in a barely cool mini fridge and jumped onto the bed together, rolling around and getting tangled in each others limbs. Ryan had fallen asleep pretty quickly after that.

Looking at Ray now, Ryan could see the sleep in his eyes and the way his hair was slightly tousled. His purple jacket was hanging open, slipping slightly off his slender frame. He leaned forward, pressed his burning face into the cool skin of Ray’s neck and just breathed. He could practically taste the coconut shampoo and fabric softener that Jack liked to use. For a while, Ray just simply held him, just sat and ran his fingers down the back of his neck and shushed his beating heart.

Ryan took a deep breath before he sat back and ran his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Ray smiled. “It happens to all of us.”

Images of the dream flashed in his mind - dead crew mates scattered on the floor. It happens to all of us.

“But,” Ray continued, “thats why we have each other. We’re a crew - a family. We take care of our own.”

Ryan took his hand, ran his fingers over the creases and rough skin that came from handling a rifle. Snipers hands. He smiled.

“Odd little family.”

Ray laughed, shifting closer. “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

“I’m right about a lot of things.”

“Oh shut up, you old man.”

“Make me.”

So he did. Ray leaned forward, pressing a sweet kiss to Ryan’s mouth. Any following argument that Ryan had died in his throat as he brought a hand up to rest on Ray’s cheek. He felt more solid and real than he ever had in the dream. They broke apart, resting their foreheads together and breathing each other in.

With the sunlight streaming in through the moth eaten curtains and Ray’s skin pressed against his, Ryan felt a true sense of home.