#i spent a week on this pls like it /j

[residentmara]

the s*n

[hoseoksluna]

STRAWBERRIES | jjk ft. jhs

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x oc (feat. soon-to-be-boyfriend!hobi & spectacled boy)

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 7.8k

summary: when your ex-boyfriend's fury burns you whole, you just might need to let hobi in to pour water over you and save you.

playlist: strawberries

pinterest board: j. / taglist: join

warnings: jungkook is nasty and mean and rly needs a trigger warning, oc is lost in her negative emotions and goes through a lot, sadness, crying, shame, longing for death, minor physical violence, oc and hobi take puffs of a shared vape <3, mental and emotional suffering, fighting, belittling, mentions of sex

note: this was an absolute pain to write as i'm not used to writing this genre of jungkook and i hope it's the last time i did skfskfsk, nah i'm just over exaggerating. i'm so happy i got this done in time. two updates in one week! wow. how did i do that? i hope you like this part. prepare yourselves for this jungkook and i'm sorry in advance..... that's all im gonna say. pls, validate me! asks, comments, anything. pretty please! i love you, my babies. big mwah.

You can still sense the ghost of his touch on your shoulder blades as you’re laying halfway on your tummy upon the crumpled bedding of your mattress. Your phone lights up and shuts off like the flickering of stars and all you can do is watch the wane and the rebirth, numbly, with the knowledge that death will never come, not when you’re still a living, breathing person because Jungkook is not the type of individual who gives up. Not easily, that is. 

Hobi left but an hour ago while you slept. Kissed you goodbye. Murmured onto your forehead that he would see you again and you merely nodded amidst the magnetic pulling of your dreamland. Couldn’t peel your eyes open due to the heaviness of your tiredness, which didn’t steal, in all peculiar truthfulness, all of your attention, however. You carried on your shoulders a question way heftier. A question of how your body is still able to submit to slumber, when your blood curdles beneath your skin, when it’s so icy that you’re shivering on top of the duvet. 

And the question didn’t leave when you woke up to your empty bedroom. It thumped, vigorously, against the nape of your neck. The very place Hoseok clutched when he poured his affection and admiration all over your body. 

You wish he hadn’t left. You believe he would’ve possessed your burden, pretending it was his all along. Believe he wouldn’t need to know the alpha and the omega of it. Would pout his lips the way you’ve learned he often does, take the pain from you as if it were a backpack filled with stones. And it does feel like that, your mistake. Your torso is swathed with a double rope, whose end is tied with a stone that you’re cradling in your hands. 

A few hours ago, you cradled Hobi’s face in your hands while he kneeled for you, and now you’re anticipating the death that will never come as your stomach hurts. 

But the memory of his touch is soothing. While your imaginary wings are flaccid and lackluster on the bed, his invisible hands are the force that pumps blood, feebly, into its membrane. Still warm, though a little less firm. It’s as if he were here in the flesh. 

Your body is asking for him, emotionally, however your mind is forbidding you from conveying your need for him to him. Logic is whispering to you that he’s spent the entire day with you, canceled his work meeting because of you. You couldn’t possibly ask for more of his time, for more of him when he had already given you more than enough. 

And besides, you can’t let your attachment reach this unhealthy depth. It triggers you, reminds you of the very thing that spliced your heart open almost a month ago. You don’t want to wander there, nor do you want to be pulled there if you were to ever let go of the reins. You can’t afford Jungkook’s life to entwine around your world again. Not when Hobi diligently dug a grave for it, threw its flesh down and covered it back with the soil, his straining muscles the very force that made you forget about… everything. 

You can’t do that to yourself. And most importantly, you can’t do that to Hobi. 

It’s the latter that propels you to fight. That gives you strength to raise the top half of your body onto your hands. You don’t give a fuck about yourself—you know full well that your life is cursed. Nothing good has ever come out of the events that creeped in until Hobi came along. And you don’t wish to break him out of a selfish intent. You don’t wish to break him because of him. He’s a pure angel, a saint with an honorable heart, a God that has his eye on you. You wouldn’t take it well, if the bane of the ambrosia of your life were ever to touch his lips. 

He’s here, and that’s stable. He’s here, and that’s the reason why you need to protect him. From yourself, from the poison, from the rotten apple of your ex-boyfriend current persistence in entering your space all over again. 

You don’t want to eat that spoiled fruit anymore, and so you simply won’t. 

This decision has shifted the atmosphere because your phone is no longer going off. You sigh a breath of relief, running your fingers through your hair, and you get up, a Virgin Mary that has become a warrior for her God, and you begin to dress yourself. 

You need some fresh air. 

Clothing yourself in a matching outfit—a  light wash baggy jeans, a cropped white tank and a denim jacket with your Nike’s, you grab your phone and keys and drift out into the night. 

Your hair has dried while you slumbered and it ripples in the gentle wind of autumn. The street is lit in a darkly yellow tone, also dried from the morning’s downpour and you stop in the middle of the road, where Hobi drove past while you teased him. You breathe in the freshness of the air in effort to inhale your God, in effort to bring him into your system and your chin quivers with weakened emotions, with a weakened wish that he was here with you, holding your hand, giving you the last bit of strength you need. You know his warmth would smooth out your blood, boil it to a temperature that would cook up your joy and bring it to your heart on a silver platter. Bring it to your mind and calm the hurricane within, feed it so it doesn’t wail anymore. 

And with another sigh, you will yourself to stop. Will yourself to stop needing. You will stumble and you will fall if you keep going down that road that has never shone brighter, that looks nothing like the one you’re standing in the middle of. And as inviting as it is, you close your eyes to get rid of the blessing reaching out for you—only to discover that it’s waiting for you there, too. A circle of light, of fire amidst a cloud of pure, pitch-black darkness. 

You want to scream, and much to your neighbors’ dismay—you do. 

It’s a singular, loud stream of your frustration, swaddled with the pulsating energy of your affection. And then your shoulders tremble. And it’s your tears that are louder than that murmuring watercourse in their very silence. 

You head to the convenience store down the street with your teardrops dotting the ground as if it were the rain. You don’t want your neighbors to detect it was you, who caused the disturbance, and tell your parents. You have enough fire in your orchard, you don’t need another filling of oil. 

You ask the very drowsy guy behind the counter for a strawberry ice vape. His round eyes, behind thick rimmed glasses that make them look even bigger, are barely kept open as he reaches for it with a flabby hand. Your eye catches the glint of a myriad of plan B’s right next to the shelf scattered with packs of lung burners and your heart constricts, a rivulet of emotion cascading down your cheek, caused by the fond recollection of Hobi’s intimate desire and you break—terribly, terribly break. Fruit trees crack in you, collapse to the ground with a horrendous thud and the berry bushes… they wither until they’re mere wisps of blackness. A picture of devastation. 

The boy blinks twice when he turns around, regarding you, and he asks for your ID, only to startle when you glare at him. He tells you the price and you pay with your phone, thanking him and saying your curt goodbye. 

One he doesn’t reciprocate. 

You probably gave him the fright due to the tears marring your pallid cheeks. You hope he isn’t there the next time you’re in the mood to douse your lungs with chemicals. 

Your hands are shaking as you’re tearing up the unnecessarily sturdy packaging. And your tears resume in their outpour when your manicured nails make your life harder than it already is. The tape folded over the top of the rectangular box is too thick and you hurt your nail beds when you claw at it. You have to use your teeth and the fucking thing finally gives in. 

You furiously throw it out in the bin. 

Feel an incoming calmness when you take a deep puff. And you do it over and over again until your cursed world spins, the plump swirls of smoke mingling with the night, never fully connecting. Not like you and Hobi. 

And your world tilts on its axis once your phone lights up in your hand and there’s no picture to be found on the screen. 

Your heart hammers, threatening to fling out of your throat. 

Hobi is calling you. 

And the thing is, you don’t really believe it. 

Your vision swims as another onrush of dense tears blurs the letters of his name. You stare down at your phone, dumbly, sobbing and not caring at all that the spectacled boy can hear you. 

You don’t know who does it—who swipes your finger across the screen and allows you to hear Hobi say the pet name that stole your soul. Who anoints your tears with strawberry-scented mollification while you fail to comprehend that the person you willed yourself not to need in order to not hurt him the way you were hurt somehow heard your cries and answered them like the God he is. 

Because it couldn’t have been you. Not when you’ve become a lifeless sculpture in the middle of a yellowly-lit street. A modern, urban art—awakening ugliness in anyone’s first impression. 

Not a sculpture of the angel you saw at the museum, the one Hobi took your picture with, though. 

You're a sculpture of a road kill. A wounded, small animal, laying on its side with its guts out. And Hobi places them, with gentleness you’ve never felt before, back inside, stitches your belly closed and picks you up, carrying you in his arms. All because he repeats the pet name—with a slither of panic this time.

He acknowledged that something is wrong, validated it. 

And somehow, it snaps you out of your vapor of numb sadness and shame permeates your body, cold sweat coats it—something beyond it, too. Something that makes you shiver so hard that your teeth begin to chatter, preventing you from speaking, your tongue twisted, lifeless. 

A reality check. 

You sent a filthy video of yourself getting rocked from behind to your ex-boyfriend, in which you screamed that your most intimate parts belong to another man. 

You’re not Virgin Mary. You’re Mary Magdalene. 

You don’t hear your pitiful crying fits, but Hobi does—and it is through his inhale of a trembling breath and his words that you perceive that you’re baring your ugliness to him. 

“Pup, what’s wrong? What happened? Why are you crying?” 

You squeeze your vape in your small fist, sensing those words doing something in you—something that untwists your tongue and lets you breathe like him, though in painful, quick staccatos. Your frail legs hurt, not able to withstand your tremor, and they give out. You fall onto your bum, the impact and the gravel shooting a spark of pain up your spine and you whimper, your tears soaking your neckline. 

“Hobi,” you call out, the last vowel breaking, teeth chattering, cacophonously. “I made a mistake. A terrible mi-mistake.”

He coos, sorrowfully, his loud breath still trembling—a strong rope nonetheless that you want to hold onto. That cord wouldn’t lead you to your death, wouldn’t scrape your hands with its harsh texture, wouldn’t be wrapped around a stone on the other end. 

“Breathe for me, baby,” he says and guides you to do it. You inhale the night air with him, feeling like there isn’t enough of it to appease your lungs, and you exhale. 

Somehow it halts the river of your cries and you do it again. Hobi lets you, patiently waiting on the other side, encouraging you and praising you. This time, it doesn’t sprinkle you with the sultriness of sin. No, you sense it cleansing you, giving you the kind of newness you stumbled across in his car this very morning. Your palm, the one that clutches your vape, opens and it rolls onto the ground. You grab it and when you wrap your fingers around it, you perceive that you do the motion around that newness. And your heart, your submission—they’re not letting up. Not again. Not when it’s him. 

“That’s it,” Hobi praises, a hint of calmness in his tone. “Can you try and tell me what happened?” 

You nod your head, even though he can’t see you, the newness gracing you with strength that spreads feeling into your legs and you stretch them out. Blood pumps in them and you can sense the direction it’s traveling to. You tighten your grip, open your mouth to talk. 

“I sent the video to the wrong person,” you utter, and along with your grip, your lungs tighten as well. No sobs escape you, no tears. Only gravely stillness, nothingness while your shame stands behind you, menacingly, a demon set out on destroying you, the curse upon your life a bracelet around its wrist, a knife in his hand, to which it’s attached. 

Hobi doesn’t say anything for a moment and you can sense his shock, its cold tendrils the ice that courses down your legs. An agony forms in your heart, stretches out an arm of regret and strikes against your ribcage, pangs of guilt and self-disgust seizing your body. 

“I’m so sorry, Hobi, I thought I sent it to you,” you continue, your voice splitting, though no external expression of it is evident on your countenance. It’s as if you were telling him the most ordinary of a thing. You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, taking a puff of your vape. It is only now that you can taste its strawberry savoriness and it suffuses your lungs with a mockingly sweet, feigned fume. 

Hobi hears you exhale and you hear him swallow, dryly. An exchange, most redolent of the one you’ve done many times earlier. 

“What are you smoking?” he asks, and it catches you off guard. You didn’t expect him to yell at you, nor did you expect him to scold you. Truth be told, your fragile state of mind didn’t let you expect anything of him, any sort of outcome. Yet this question still surprises you. It flattens lukewarmness upon your skin and you feel like nuzzling your face into it, needing more of it. 

You take a deep breath. “I bought a strawberry vape. Scared the guy in the store with what I looked like.” 

Hobi laughs through his nose, barely. That’s the real sweetness you know. The original one, from God himself. “I’m sure he thought you were beautiful. Should I beat him up?” 

The same sound leaves you and lightness descends upon you. You welcome it in, without a fight, and the sigh you let out is of a serene kind, at last. “Not at all and besides, I almost did it myself. He asked for my ID.” 

Hobi coos, the endearment prolonging—wafting through your ear down your throat until it clings to your heart. You snivel, your inkling to nuzzle into the apparition of him lining your body growing bigger until you submit to it. You graze your cheek upon your arm, propping both of them onto your lifted knees. Feel his caress, but faintly. It should be enough, but it isn't. Could never be. 

You open your mouth again to tell him to come get you, despite the fight rising in you, but Hobi speaks first. 

“I don’t blame him that he did. You’re just my little pup. But my adult, little pup. I’ll talk to him.” You hear a shuffling in the background and your breath hitches in your throat, your heart joining it, ascending. “Where are you? I’m getting in my car.” 

Your mind, where the war is coming from, wins. That quickly. Reminds you that if you face him and tell him what you’ve done, you’ll ruin everything. Ruin the connection, ruin the affection he carries for you. 

You’re hasty as you scramble your words, but as your heart descends back into your ribcage, it throws you a lifeline. It all happens in an instant and distaste pools on your tongue from the rapidness of it all. You never liked it, and you never will. 

The lifeline of your new life, created by Hobi, changes your words, but leaves the intention untouched. 

“Can I tell you who I sent it to?” you ask, taking a puff to relax the electricity of your nerves. The strawberry flavor only heightens it, though. Out it must go, then. So you can forget about it the moment you see his face. 

The shuffling halts. “You can tell me in person,” Hobi says, lightly, but you shake your head. You know he means well. Know that he wants to reassure you with touch, but it’s a risk you can’t afford. Not when the wrong kind of neediness is at stake.

“I don’t want to talk about it when I see you,” you push, pursing your lips, finding them in a serious need of a chapstick. You begin to nibble on the flecks of skin that stick out. “I want to focus on you. I want to forget.” 

No ounce of a lie in your words, though your intention still remains hidden. Rightfully so—him leaving you because of the storm of your mental state and issues is another risk you don’t want to have staining your hands with blood. 

You hear him sit down. Hear him play with his keys—and the clanging sound is oddly comforting. “All right. Tell me, then.” 

“I sent it to someone from my past,” you start with great difficulty, pause afterwards because a light pours in from behind. The squeak of breaks, the impatient buzzing of a running car. Your mouth dries, your torso turns around. A silhouette exits the vehicle and as the person emerges from the darkness and steps into the bright lights that it’s emitting, the name that slips past your lips is more of an acknowledgement of his presence than a disclosure of information. “Jungkook.” 

Jungkook stops right behind you like the demon of your shame did, with his hands in his pocket. You don’t feel warmth radiating off of him. You feel coldness, a wintry coldness so akin to the one that troubled your body before Hobi called. He zeroes his gaze down on you, piercing your irises with a fury that causes the fine hair on the nape of your neck to rise, painfully. The muscles of his forearms are clenched, oscillating as he drums his fingers on his thighs in the cocoons of his pockets. Your breath trembles, terror prickling you profoundly until it cuts your skin open and you whimper—you whimper with a sob.

“Who’s Jungkook?” Hobi asks, softly, and you close your eyes to incarcerate your tears, curling your lips under your teeth, terribly fearful that Jungkook can hear him. 

Cursed, your life is.

He shows no sign that he does—merely burns with that fury, patiently waiting for you to end the call. Your heart stills, ache replacing it, and you think it’s been wounded so much that it can barely work anymore. 

More than ever, you feel like that Mary Magdalene, face to face with the devil that tempts her to return to her vomit like a dog. 

Hobi calls your name, panics, and it’s another lifeline—this time thrown over your torso by his own hands. You have to fight, you have to stand up to this hell and walk the fuck away from it. 

“Baby, I gotta go. Please, hurry. Please,” you pule, stressing the last pretty word to divulge to him how grave the situation is that you’re in. Hobi lets out a breath, lowly and shortly, and it’s such a relief that he understood your vague message, that you can hear him scurrying to his feet and that comforting sound of his keys clanging. 

“I’ll be there in a few, pup. Tell me where you are. Are you safe? Do you have your keys?” Hobi spews, massaging your heart with his care and there’s no ceaselessness to your tears. 

“Down the road, like less than a minute away from my apartment. And I don’t know. And yeah, they’re in my pocket.” 

A bang of his door closing. Jungkook begins to tap his foot. You scowl at him, despite your fear. He doesn’t stop. You withdraw your gaze.

Hobi’s breath quickens. “Pull them out and use them when you need to, okay? Have them ready in your hand.” You nod, doing exactly as he says, without a thought spared. “Walk to your apartment building, I’ll meet you there. You got your keys in your hand?”

“Yeah.” 

“Okay, pup, I’ll be there soon. Do you want to stay on the phone with me?” 

You do, but you can’t. 

“I’ll go to my apartment now, Hobi. Thank you.” 

You don’t allow yourself to hear what he says next. Pulling the phone away from your ear, you hang up with a heavy heart. Your sudden, miserable aloneness enfolds around you, rigidly. But not as rigidly as Jungkook’s cold hand around your arm. 

The heaviness in your heart grows as its drum speeds up. 

“Get up,” Jungkook grunts, hauling you up onto your feet, awkwardly, causing you to drop your vape onto the gravel with the strength and hastiness he uses to do it with.

You stumble before you catch your balance and Jungkook doesn’t let go of his deathly grip on you until you do. Then, before your blurring sight, he bends at the waist and picks up your lung burner, skimming his eyes over it. Hands it to you with a scoff, his touch icy cold as he grabs your wrist and places it onto your palm. You sob, with ugliness that scars you, with such intensity that Jungkook’s narrowed eyes round and you pull your gaze away. You don’t want to see it. Tug your arm away from him, rubbing your wrist to get rid of the ghost of his fingers there, disgust flooding your bloodstream underneath. 

And even though he seemingly softened at your tears, it’s gone as quickly as it arrived. It didn’t touch his fury, not at all. 

“Baby, huh?” he seethes with gritted teeth, letting go of you so harshly that you almost stumble again. “Your pussy is his, huh?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, rivulets of tears rolling down your cheeks, pain compressing your entire body. It’s at this moment that you will death to take you somewhere far, far away from him, because you’re too frozen on the spot to run away. 

“You’re covered in hickeys and you’re smoking that shit again. Was it really that good? Did he fuck you so good that you had to send it to me in spite? Did he fuck you better than I ever did?” 

Your sobs gain that same agony that prevents your lungs from inhaling. And when you open your eyes, all you can look at is your shadow and his, yours blackened so much that it digs a hole in the gravel, his furling with flames. 

And along with death, you will a little strength into your anguish. 

And most unbelievably, it slinks in, and your following words come as much of a surprise to you as to him. 

“Stop.”

His shadow stills, his tremor following suit. 

“You have no business talking to me this way,” you continue, your throat constringing, and you take a big puff of your vape—to spite him rightfully this time. It loosens the tightness and you open your mouth, not finished with your outpour. 

But Jungkook stops you. 

“I have no business? You crushed my fucking heart.” 

Your head whips and the sight of him causes your pain to rise in levels. Palms outstretched towards you, his posture slouches and the breaths he lets out are wretched, the sound of a tumultuous sea at night. One would think he’s the one being inflicted great emotional violence on, not the other way around. 

Jungkook raises a finger to his heart, licking his lips before he flattens them, as if the utterance of something so private, so fervent took all of his strength. He pants and you know it’s due to the fact that he can’t catch up to the thoughts rushing in his brain. And you wish you didn’t. You wish you didn’t know him so intimately. 

“This fucking heart has never stopped being yours,” he confesses and cringes at his choice of words, triggered. Your stream of anguish is silent as you take them in. “And you crushed it. Ruined it.”

There was a time, one that used to be nearly endless during those weeks in August you spent at the beach, healing from the breakup, when you longed to hear that confession. Prayed for it. Sough it when you grazed your fingertips along the sand. And now that it’s here—now that you’re tasting something so great, greater than your entire being, something so burnt as he voiced out your tendency to cause ruination—you wish you never heard it. Wish you never had the ears that carried that message to you. 

And there’s nothing you can do. Not as darkness swallows you, confiscating any bit of strength you had left. Your eyes sting from their downpour, face features droop. Your pain is an enormous stone and you can’t carry it. You can only chase away the heft. And you do—you take a puff of your vape. 

One that he rips from your mouth and throws it out in the bin, preventing you from doing so. You don’t yelp, you don’t claw at his arm—you merely watch him rid you of your only salvation for the night, watch him exert his power over you all over again, bursting your indignation into flames. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” you ask, your voice deathly, uncannily placid, carrying no tendril of the offense and anger you feel. Adrenaline courses through you, asking to be let out. 

And you just might. 

Jungkook turns around and spits on the ground. “Don’t smoke that shit.” 

It’s not hurt, what the expression of his arrogance produced. It unlocked the door, which kept your adrenaline and your darkened emotions at bay, invited them out. 

And so you lash out, using that freedom. 

You slap him. 

And he takes it. Without moving an inch. Still as a grand statue. You yearn to demolish it to smithereens, so you can never see him again, and you strike at his chest with your keys in between your fingers, pushing him. Affected from the force, it causes him to unwillingly take a step back and it feels fucking glorious until you catch stars flash in his eyes. 

“You’re hitting me because I threw out your fucking vape?” he asks, his voice coated with a dark bitterness that deepens it. His brows furrow, grimness casting a shadow over his face, hiding the glitter of the stars. “I’m laying my heart out to you. I’m here in the middle of the night because of you and this is what you care about? This fucking thing that harms you is more dear to you?” 

You push him again, fuming. Jungkook grits his teeth, takes your wrists and holds them in the air. You fight against it, but he won’t budge. Tightens his grip. And you’re a bird, locked in a cage—but you still have your voice. 

“I’m hitting you because I hate you,” you mutter, burning him with the vapor of your anger through your narrowed eyes. “I’m hitting you because I hate the way you think you’re still entitled to have a say in my life. And it doesn’t even matter whether I have a man or not. You let me go and the moment you did that, your control over my life? It went fucking bye bye.” 

You let him forbid you from smoking in the past. Needed it at the time, needed a father’s hand—and you liked it because you never had it. Never had a male care about you, about your health, about your actions. Your father never spared you a glance, never gave a fuck about you. He always had your mother handle you, blaming her for the way she raised you. 

But during those weeks you healed, being alone by the sea helped you unattach yourself from that, from needing Jungkook to tell you what’s right and what’s not. The moon doesn’t tell the sea which shells to wash up onto the shore—it does it by itself, handpicks them, makes the decision. And the more time you watched it deliver it to you and you collected them with gladness, the more you understood it. 

You’re never letting him have that power over you again. You’re your own person, carrying an armful of your right and wrong decisions—your own possessions. And so you will smoke if you want to. You will bring a man home on the first date. You will fall in love. And you will speak up. 

You twist your wrists, unrelentingly, until he lets go. You will win, not your mind, not your heart. The raw, brutal, unabashed you. 

You take a step back away from him, feel your blood rushing to the places of your body parts that he held, quick to recover them. “You don’t get to dictate my life anymore. You have no place in it. You didn’t have it then when I was by myself, and you most certainly don’t have it now.”

Jungkook takes in your words with a parted mouth, a red mark forming over his cheek, the light shunned from his eyes. The glorious feeling returns, blooming thin, translucent tissues of happiness in you. 

“Hoseok is his name, isn’t it?” he chunters, placing his hands back into the cocoons of his pockets, tilting his head to the side. 

Hearing him say his name is a taste of spoiled milk and bile springs up your throat, your guts longing to empty themselves out. You stifle it, you have to, clutching your stomach, feeling so horribly faint. Your hatred for him blossoms like that poison ivy you dealt with earlier in the morning. 

“Keep his name out of your mouth,” you spit, scowling at him, clutching your stomach harder—just like Hobi did when you brought him home. A sliver of nostalgia forces you to look behind you, in case you catch a glance of his car, but the street remains empty and sullen. 

“You can hate me as much as you want,” Jungkook mutters, his words swiveling your head back to face him, and your guts ripple. “Yell at me. Hit me. But don’t send me videos of you getting fucked. That’s not fucking right.” 

You bare your teeth, seething. “I made a mistake.” 

Jungkook nods. “Yes,” he hushes. “Yes, you did.” 

You shake your head. “No, you don’t understand.” Confusion pinches his brows, creating a wrinkle in the middle and he lets you continue. You lick your lips, your face dry from the way your tears have seeped inside. “I thought I sent it to Hobi. I was too tired, I didn’t see. I didn’t do it on purpose.” 

Jungkook scoffs, running his tongue over his bottom lip swiftly, mimicking you. “Don’t fucking lie to me, little girl.” 

You mewl, painfully, at the pet name. It���s as if he sank a dagger in the middle of your sternum. Weariness descends upon you and you rub your eyes, wishing you had your strawberry vape, your salvation, in your fist. And you find no traces of any grit, any determination to convince him that you’re being truthful to him. 

You turn around halfway. “Go home.” 

Jungkook opens his mouth, but the squeaking sound of brakes causes him to close it right away. You know it’s Hobi and the knowledge is more satisfying than the dose of chemicals Jungkook threw out. Relief washes over you, bringing along lightness and something that is kindred to joy. You don’t care that Hobi is about to see your ex-boyfriend. You don’t care about anything at all—you’re just so grateful that he’s here. And you’re willing to let go of your walls, of your war that you tend to be so submissive to. You’re willing to let yourself go and let Hobi take you, handle you, take care of you. 

You need it. As much as it pains you, you need him after this encounter with Jungkook. 

And when Hobi calls your name and you pivot on your feet to watch him walk, hurriedly, to you, your legs do give out after all. Because he’s caked in blood, a trickle of it flecked and dried on his brow, illuminated by Jungkook’s headlights. You land, awkwardly, on your bum and your wrist, wincing in pain, but it’s not his hands that lift you. 

It’s a pair of hands that you know to be cold and, despising the sting of it, you shriek, pushing him away. The motion leads you to stagger into Hobi’s arm that he opens for you, his chaste, feathery touch grounding you, giving you the sense of home, even when the look he gives Jungkook is anything but warm and friendly. 

“Hobi, what happened? Are you okay?” 

You take his shiny, sweaty face into your hand. Your eyes could fall out of their sockets due to how beautiful he is, even bloodied, alarmed and bestial. You need to know what happened. Need to clean him up. Take him home. 

But Hobi doesn’t answer you. Doesn’t look your way, only acknowledges you with his scalding touch. Stares down your ex-boyfriend with such contempt that you’re surprised the man is still standing. 

You’re so pulled in, so focused on him and his unwavering expression of detestation, which flatters you and soothes you, that you don’t notice that Jungkook is leaving. Hobi snaps his fingers at him and beckons him to come back. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hobi barks, his fingers lowering and hooking around the middle belt loop of your jeans. 

Jungkook returns to that space of light, the black tank top he’s wearing making it seem like he’s hollow on the inside. Perhaps he is, he did hand over his heart. Wasn’t affected by your fragile state of mind, by your tears. Wounded you to the point that you will take days to recover. Only a person of complete nothingness would be able to do that. 

“I saw you at the museum,” Hobi continues, brows wrinkled. “Who the fuck are you?” 

You should speak. You should take this elsewhere, but you can’t. Not when you feel so small, like a little girl hiding behind the leg of her father who’s dealing with the boogeyman. And you’re reminded that this has happened before. 

Only the roles were reversed. 

In the wine-tinged room this morning while you were confronting Jungkook and his companion found him. She asked the same question, though the hostility she showed you could never be compared to Hobi’s unkindness. He emanates respect while she’s a condensation of insecurity. 

“I see you’re the Daddy from the video,” Jungkook laughs, humorlessly, dipping his chin before he lifts it in a very evident effort to reach not only Hobi’s height but his supremacy as well. He will always wish to overpower—it’s in his nature. “Trust me, you’re not the only one she called Daddy. Long before you came along, it was all I heard from her—”

You blink and Jungkook’s face is in Hobi’s hand. 

You gasp. You’re a witness to Hobi protecting your dignity as he squeezes his cheeks until Jungkook moans, pathetically, in pain. And all you can think about is how long he had that coming. For throwing out your vape, for his arrogance and now for the way that he spoke about you.

You don’t feel a slither of pity for him. 

No—your joy, fully, forms. 

“If I ever hear those words come out of your mouth again, I won’t hesitate to unable to you talk,” Hobi says with concerning seriousness and you shiver, grazing your fingertips along your collarbones after you fold your arms over your chest, touched, flattered, loved. A line of tears threaten to pour out of your eyes, but you hold them back. You don’t want to cry anymore—you’re sick of it. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” 

Jungkook’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t say anything. Hobi waggles him before he lets him go and you swear you caught a tinge of whiteness scattering along his knuckles. Your mouth dries. 

“Now you’re dismissed,” Hobi finishes, turning around and grabbing your hand, tugging you back home. 

Your legs follow him, but your vision doesn’t. It remains fixed on Jungkook, on his heaving chest, on his reddened cheeks, embossed with Hobi’s fingerprints and the lines of your hand. His eyes are smothered with stars, a skyful of them, ones that expand until there’s no darkness left. 

And you’re witness to regret taking shape in them. 

And something about that tells you that this isn’t the last time you see him. 

Hobi had been in a car accident on his way to rescue you. He tells you of it as you’re cleaning him up with a lukewarm, wet cloth and your arm gets stuck in the air, unable to move, as you comprehend the life-threatening danger he underwent because of you. Another driver bumped him from the back while he was slowing down at the yellow light, wanted to race on the almost empty highway. Was under the influence, Hobi found out when he stepped out of his vehicle to grapple with him. Deemed it wasn’t worth it, especially when time was pressing down on him, and with a little manipulation and an installment of fear, the silly guy agreed to pay for everything and Hobi got his number. 

You wonder at how he managed to get back inside his car and drive when he hit his head on the steering wheel. You worry that he has a concussion. Suggest to take him to a hospital, but Hobi only shakes his head, reassures you he’s fine and once you completely clean the blood off of his brow, you can see a thin but bulbous scratch right beneath the fine hair, surrounded by violets and pinks. A different bruise from the ones bestrewn over his body from your mouth. 

Your heart aches. This is all your fault, the repercussion of your neediness, the finished work of your ruination. 

You grow solemn, your features drooping again, but Hobi isn’t blind to it. Cups your chin, lifts it, fondles it with his thumb. Pouts ever so slightly. Why is it a relief that you feel bursting in your chest amidst your lingering pain is something you can’t really understand. 

But he’s God. No wonder he’s able to mount such strangeness in you and make it work. 

“Did he hurt you?” Hobi whispers, cradling your other hand on your lap. He’s sat in your armchair, with you on his thighs, in the very corner of your dark living room, lit up coolly and solely by your antique lampshade. It’s where you read your poetry, where you recite it to nobody else but you, where you recharge your battery when your world exhausts you. The fact that Hobi chose to sit here instead of your couch speaks volumes, has a great meaning that you’re too weary to decipher and romanticize, but you like it. A lot. To the point that you’re comfortable enough to answer his question, despite the fact you looked forward to Jungkook’s absence in your alone time with Hobi.

“The way he spoke about me was the same way he talked to me,” you say, your voice coated with milky sadness. Your eyes instinctively drop to his hand holding yours, to his fist wrapped around your fingers. “He didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t send it to him on purpose.” 

Brusqueness clouds his eyes, but he remains gentle with you. “You don’t have to care about what he thinks, whether he believes you or not. You don’t have to prove anything to him. Your one word is enough,” Hobi says, drifting his hand down your arm until it winds up at his other one intertwined with yours and you sob, tearlessly. It’s precisely what you needed to hear without knowing it, the final touch to the closing chapter that had so abruptly opened. You carry it into your minuscule heart, sinking it there, letting it permeate its entirety, and you nod your head. “Did he hurt you physically?” 

You lay yourself down on his chest, on his bloodstained blue shirt, on his heart that you missed and Hobi locks you in, taking his hands and wrapping them around your form. You could fall asleep like this, forget and become the happiest girl in the world. 

“Not that much.” 

His heart quickens and you regret your words. 

“What do you mean not that much?” 

You’re quick to fix your mistake, not thinking it through. 

“He was rough with me. My legs gave out on me before he came. He found me on the ground and he lifted me up. Then held my wrists when I hit him—”

“You hit him?” 

You stammer, jumbling your words, deciding on just one. “Yeah.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, squeezing your arm, and this is the death you longed for. 

Never in your life had you ever experienced praise from a man in a non-sexual context and not gotten lustfully affected by it. The purity, the newness is so healing, so consequential that you can’t help but to stroke his clothed ribs in side to side motion, in appreciation and even a faint smile of fondness curls your lips, one that Hobi can very well see from above. He caresses the trace of it while it is still there, causing your smile to blossom, and you sense the orchard in you gaining life. 

“You went through so much emotional suffering today and yet you’re still able to smile. All because I praised you. You react so beautifully to it,” Hobi comments and you blush, his thumb skipping over to it, giving it the same attention, collecting it like keepsakes. You’d wonder at it, too, if you haven’t already acknowledged yourself, intimately, with his sovereign power of erasing past events. 

And you tell him, peeling your torso off of his chest. 

“It’s your doing. You make me forget about everything when I’m with you. It’s like it never happened at all. I don’t know how you do it.” 

Hobi smiles, the corners of his glimmering eyes crinkling. “If it’s my doing, then it’s yours, too. You should know how you do it.” 

You soften into liquid and it’s your heart that quietly weeps now. “You remember the poem.” 

He nods, gliding his hand up and down your side. “How could I not? It’s all I can hear in my mind. I kept hearing it on my way home and then on my way back to you.” 

That alone takes the unfateful events of the night  off of you like a layer of clothing, dressing you in strength. You need a giant puff of your vape, just to recuperate from being drowned in the sea of your past longing for this. And you reach into the pocket of your jeans, only to be reminded of what happened to it. 

It feels like a distant memory. So much had occurred that it slipped from your mind. You frown. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You purse your lips. “I thought I still had my vape.” 

“You don’t?” 

You shake your head. “He threw it out.” 

Hobi seems as offended by the information as you were when you watched it happen. And as much as you bonded over your sexual desires, the same connection clicks over this. 

“He’s such a dick. Let’s get you a new one.” 

He pats your bum and then you’re on your feet, tugged back outside, with a smile quivering your lips. And this time you follow him with your vision, too. Your eyes sail over his strong imaginary wings, on which the pink dominates the black, and you feel your own being upheaved, slowly gaining the vigor that they lost. 

And Hobi scares the spectacled boy in the convenience store. Not with his stained shirt, but with the way he provokes embarrassment in him by asking him if he wants to see his ID as well, staying true to the words he said to you over the phone. The boy didn’t even so much as peek at you, too afraid to do so. 

It made you laugh. 

Hobi double checked with you if it were the strawberry flavor that you wanted, and you changed your mind. Picked the blackberry one because you never had it before. Could use another dose of newness. 

He opens the packaging with you, struggling at first, but then he immediately uses his teeth. You smile so hard that your cheeks hurt. 

Smile even as he places it between your lips, but you can’t take a puff, can’t drop the presence of your happiness, even when he encourages you. That is until he inhales it first—you’re so struck by the beauty of it, of him that the muscles in your face let up. The smoke twirls around the feathers of his wings, adding just the right amount of white into its art, and you yearn to fall asleep on them. 

“Can you stay over tonight?” 

“Only if you take a puff.” 

He carves it between your lips and this time, as you’re so mesmerized by him, you wrap your lips around it and suck; suck in that heady, hefty, colorful flavor that pools warmly in your throat, blowing the smoke around his neck while he kisses your forehead. Takes you back inside. Dresses you in your pajamas. Lets you smoke in bed with his wings swaddling you and your little childhood bows-adorned bunny plushie. Lets you put the vape in his mouth as he strokes your hair. 

The night birds begin to sing and into their song your phone dings. You know who it is long before you prove yourself right. 

But it’s not a text message that disturbed their music. 

Jungkook sent you a picture. 

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Could you do a high school bullies version with Levi, Eren, or Jean pls?

a/n: I was going to make high school bully levi but the thought of captain levi being an immature tyrant towards poor cadet y/n was too good to ignore so my bad

warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, physical abuse

EREN + JEAN

They rule the school halls. Everyone sees them as the perfect duo. Guys try desperately to be them, girls want to be under them and even teachers will do anything to appease them.

It's nauseating, the contrast of how everyone views them versus how you see them. The way you know they are. They're not godly saints, or this generation's future with their good looks and charms. No they're something that follows you constantly, haunts you and pushes you to limits you didn't even know existed.

They're tyrants.

Always pushing and pulling and dragging you every which way like a rag doll. Knocking you into the walls, stealing your lunch money and homework like a bunch of children. Standing over you every chance they get, like they're entitled to every aspect of your life.

Take now for example, Eren is leaning against your shoulder, hands clenching the back of your chair as he stares at your phone.

You're usually more aware of your surroundings, unfortunately due to the many years of hell he and lackey have put you through but you were too engrossed in your texting to hear his booming footsteps making their way towards you. "Who are you texting?" He asks causally, hot air hitting your shoulder.

Your fingers clench around your small device, remembering the last time he saw something on your phone he didn't like, how he smashed the small object into a million pieces. It took you nearly a year to save up money for a new one. "No one."

He's taking it out of your hand before you can stop it, not that you had the guts to anyway. "You're going to a party tonight?" He hums, shamelessly reading your messages. "That's very new of you." He smirks.

"Give it back." You mutter, hating how weak you sound.

"How can you do my homework if you're gonna spend the night partying like a loose slut?"

Your cringe at the words. "I have the entire weekend to do it..."

He stares into you, those strikingly icy eyes that have been the cause of too many nightmares to count digging into your soul. "I should go with you, just to keep you on your feet."

"W-what? No!"

It's your friend's party. He graduated a few months ago and invited you to a college kegger and usually you would've said no but after the horrible week you've been through, getting drunk was a great way to start your weekend. It's out of town so you would've been away from Eren for a few hours which is all you can ask for.

"I don't remember asking." He's typing. Probably texting himself the address on your phone like the prick he is.

You grab the device before you can think, snatching it away. "You're not going, don't you harass me enough?" You grab your bag, quickly walking away from the table before he can make you regret your actions but of course you don't make it very far.

You slam into a chest and the way hair instantly rises on your skin tells you immediately who it is. Your hands dig into the strap of your backpack as you slowly look up, Jean's taunting eyes stare back at you. "Are you already running away from us babe?" He coos. "The day has just ended."

Of course, you should've known. They spent the entire school day ignoring you, a usual sign they're going to make up for it once that final bell rings. You should've just ran home instead of cooping up in this library.

"J-just let me—" Fingers are grabbing your hair from behind, yanking and pushing you into the wall. You wince as your shoulder hits it, hoping the librarian will come back from her break soon...not that she would do anything to help.

"You don't tell us what to do y/n. You should know this by now." Eren smiles as Jean slings an arm around his shoulder, both laughing as if this situation is hysterical.

"I-I'll do your homework Eren, just let me—"

He rolls his eyes. In front of you in a flash as he pushes his knee between your thighs. Your eyes widen at his brazen actions, instantly squirming to get out of his grip. He's been brass before, touching and teasing you as he pleases but you never get used to it. You doubt it's something anyone can really get used to. His palm rests on the space next to your head, breath fanning over your lips due to how close he is.

"You talk way too much." His finger slowly trails down your cheek before softly gripping your chin. You crane your neck to the side, cringing at his callous fingers touching you, digging into your uniform.

Jean's closer too, hands in his pocket as he watches the scene in front of him, always having that mischievous grin on his face whenever Eren plays with their favorite toy.

It's sickening.

"You can do that later pretty, right now we need your full attention." Jean whispers in your ear. "Can you do that for us?"

They follow you home.

Both walk behind you like a pair of pesky mutts, laughing and talking to each other as they watch you grip your books to your chest, trying not to have a full blown panic attack as you get closer to where you live.

You reach the trailer in the next thirty seconds, swallowing a lump in your throat as you look back at them. "G-goodbye."

Jean laughs, throwing his head back. "You think we came all the way here just to leave?"

Your teeth dig into your cheek, tearing it a little bit. The pain is nothing compared to the knots twisting in your stomach right now. "W-what, you can't come in." You whisper, knowing it's futile.

No one would help even if you screamed bloody murder. Your trailer is inconveniently parked in a neighborhood that could care less about others, too busy trying to pay bills and not starve. And they know that. They know your mother won't be home until midnight due to picking up double shifts at the diner and even then, she could spend the night at her boyfriends. They know everything about you and it's frustrating.

"You can't come in." You say again, seeing the looks on their faces. You turn around, running towards the trailer and opening the door.

Eren is behind you just as you're about to slam it shut, palm slamming against the door as he pushes it open. "You are so dramatic." He rolls his eyes, stepping in.

He grimaces at the dirt on his palm."Jesus, y/n would it kill you to clean every once in a while?" He wipes the grim on your uniform, hands shamelessly touching your breasts.

You gasp, taking a step back. Jean walks in, closing the door behind him. He snorts as he looks around. "The inside is just as shitty as the outside."

They've walked you home numerous times, taunting and harassing you every second of the walk. But they've never gone inside of your house...the fact you're alone with these psychos is settling in, tears gathering in your eyes. "What do you guys want?"

"Can't we just hang out? We have been friends for years after all."

Friends.

The turmoil in your head and bruises littering your skin beg to differ.

"You have any food?" Jean is opening your fridge before you can say anything. Thankfully, it's empty. It would be worse if the asshole ate the scarce food your mother leaves every blue moon.

"How can you live like this y/n?" Eren asks, tsking at the stray gallon of milk in the fridge. "You should be happy you have us."

"Happy?" You scoff.

"Here we are, walking you home to this pigsty of a neighborhood so you don't get hurt and all you can do is stare at us like that." He feigns hurt, hand over his chest. "It really stings."

"You're delusional." You want to walk to your room, take a nap and forget about this horrible day but to turn your back on them for even a second is a disaster waiting to happen.

"When's the party starting?" Jean asks, sitting on a stool.

Of course he told him.

"I'm not going anymore. So you guys can leave now."

"Of course we're going. Our first party together." Eren plops down on the couch. "Come watch a movie with us, pet."

You roll your eyes but grudgingly walk over, fearing for what will happen if you refuse. You sit as far away from him as possible, nails digging into your thighs as he turns on the television.

Jean unexpectedly sits next to you, startling you as your shoulders touch. You quickly scoot away which just puts you closer to Eren. You're trapped.

"Didn't know you liked me so much?" Eren chuckles, swinging an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer.

"Don't touch me!" You scream, voice shocking you more than them. Your palms are bleeding now, small cuts now visible. Your eyes widen, frantically shaking your head as you try and force out an apology.

But it's too late.

The patience he's uncharacteristically had for you all day has finally vanished as he grabs your chin, harshly forcing you to look into those dark eyes. His flip in personality is eerie, one minute a playful bully and the next resembling a full-blown sociopath.

"Why are you being so mean y/n?" He sighs, nails digging into your chin. You cry out, tears falling onto your thighs.

"I'm s-sorry." You hiccuped, shaking at the change in the atmosphere. Things always got worse when he was angry, even Jean couldn't control the brunette when he was in one of his fits and you couldn't handle that tonight.

"It's okay." He smiles, after a few seconds of silence. You blink through the tears, confusion evident in your eyes but his lips are on yours before you can question anything.

You gasp at the action, his hand softly resting against your throat as he pushes you back against the couch, lips devouring yours. What?

He's never...ever kissed you before. You can handle the insults and the hits and the unwanted touches but this is a whole new territory. You shake your head, attempting to get away but Jean holds your wrist down like the loyal pet he is. "Calm down, we're not going to hurt you." He says like that is any comfort with the way Eren's lips are trailing down your neck.

"Jean...please." You plead, trembling. You don't know why you did, maybe because a part of you knows he's not as brazen as Eren, as deranged. But he would still do anything the other asked of him.

"Fuck, you're so hot when you beg." Eren pulls away, sharp canines grinning at the sight of you.

He's called you many things but that has certainly never been one of them.

His fingers slowly go under your skirt, eliciting another scream from you. “Stop Eren! You’re fucking crazy!”

He kneels down. “After everything you’ve done to me, this is the least you can offer me y/n.”

“Done to you? I haven’t done anything to you!”

“Of course you have.” His hand grips your thigh. “From fucking day one when I saw you on that playground with that pathetic tattered dress. You were so dirty, like a fucking dog and somehow.” He laughs mirthlessly. “Thought you were better than me.”

You sob as his fingers latch around the ribbon on your underwear, pulling and tearing the cheap fabric in half. “I never—never did that.” You cry, trying to kick him away.

“Of course you did.” He counters. “Smiling at everyone but me, being friendly with nearly every loser in our class but me. Acting as if I was some monster.”

“You are.” You grit through your teeth, glaring at him. “You’ve always been the pathetic one here Eren. You think you’re so much better than everyone when in reality you’re the worst of them all.” You sniff.

He hums, spreading your thighs apart and pulling you closer. “I am better than everyone, love.” Is all he says before a hot, eager tongue drags along your slit.

The severity of this situation dawns on you as more sobs leave your lips. You’re stuck in here with them with no one to care about your weak protests and screams. These bastards can do anything to you and no one cares.

“I hate you!” You kick and writhe and struggle but both of their strong hands hold you down.

This only seems to spur him on as he sucks at your sensitive clit, lapping up the mess he’s making of you. The shame is almost too much to handle as you drip onto the cushions, nails digging into the sofa as you try and hold in the noises that are begging to be let out.

He’s merciless. The pleasure is aggressive as he drinks you down like a mad man, stretching you open with his tongue as his finger thumbs at your clit. You couldn’t help as your hips followed the movement of his tongue, lifting up and down the couch as you tried to contain the shameful pleasure brimming inside of you. He was finding new places to abuse, places you’ve never even thought of touching and it was driving you insane.

“Eren…” You moan, instantly biting down on your tongue.

He laughs, pulling away only to replace his tongue with two fingers. “Ah!” You arch your head into the sofa as he curls them, coating them in slick. He scissors them inside of you all while his thumb is rubbing harshly against your clit. It’s too much, your body reacting to his ministrations no matter how much you don’t want it to. The aching fire in your core grows and grows until you’re heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks and it’s not long until you’re releasing all over his fingers and onto the cushions.

He pulls away, standing up as he looks down at his fingers, a malicious grin on his face. “You’re so fucking cute.” He whispers, staring at you with a look you’ve never seen in those eyes before. Like you’re a priceless treasure, like you’re his. He looks completely infatuated, obsessed.

You cringe as he brings the fingers closer to your face. “Lick it off.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Fuck you.” The tears are still falling and you wonder how long until you pass out from the amount of crying you’ve been doing all day.

He rolls his eyes, forcing his fingers into your mouth and making you taste yourself. You cringe, instantly pulling away. “Get off!”

He stares at you like this is a simple tantrum and you need to be disciplined, like he didn’t just assault you. He’s about to say something but the ringing of his phone thankfully saves him. He sighs, staring at the device before groaning and walking away. “I’ll be back.” He disappears down the hallway.

Further inside your house.

You sniff, wiping the tears away and closing your legs. You can barely breathe. Jean finally speaks up, voice sounding like nails on a board. “It was probably important. To have him run off like that.” He says casually.

You don’t say anything. Eyes staring at nothing as you try and process what just happened…what will probably happen next. “Why are you doing this to me…” You whisper.

Jean is silent for a minute before sighing. “Because Eren always gets what he wants. And he’s wanted you for a long time.” He doesn’t sound all too happy about those supposed facts.

You clench your jaw. You’re expected to believe all these years of bullying was due to you never returning Eren’s feelings? Feelings he never made clear in the first place. You were terrified of him when you saw the other for the first time. He was brash and rude and loud, everything you hated and even then you tried to be friendly with him, no matter how insincere you were. Why is he acting like you kicked sand in his lunch box?

“I hate you both.” You grit through teeth. You ponder if you can run out the door fast enough but even then…they would find you the next day and the punishment would probably be worse.

“You seemed to be enjoying that.”

“Fuck off.”

Jean gets closer, tilting his head to get a better view of you. “You say you hate him but it didn’t seem like that. It never seemed like that.”

“W-what?”

“You were always attracted to him, weren’t you? Just too afraid to ever do something about it…you’ve never looked at me the way you look at him.” He mutters, like you’ve done him some great injustice. “Not even once.”

“Don’t worry, I hate you both equally.” You finally muster the words up. Especially after tonight.

Jean huffs as he grabs your wrist to which you immediately pull away as if he burned you and the action is enough to have clenching his jaw, eyes darkening. “I’ve been so patient.” He murmurs, the words almost sounding like a plea.

“So patient with you and him but he…” He runs his fingers through his hair. “He wasn’t supposed to do that. At least not yet.”

You back away, trying to stand on your shaking legs but he grabs you. “It was supposed to be me. It’s supposed to be only me who gets to make you feel that way y/n.” He stands up, hands clenched into fists.

“You were supposed to be mine only.”

The words only make you nauseous. You were wrong, they’re both equally insane, equally deranged. You need to get out of here, need to go to the police and have them both locked up for their sick perversions.

Footsteps have you both tensing up, slowly looking towards the hallway to see Eren coming back. He laughs, shoulders shaking as he walks over. He doesn’t look angry but then again, he can switch his emotions in a second.

Jean looks almost scared, not bothering to say anything even as Eren mockingly pinches his cheek. “Jean, don’t be so selfish.” He puts an arm around his shoulder, leering at you. Both looking like sick predators.

“We can always share her.”

LEVI

Life in the Survey Corps is disastrous enough without constant berating and belittling from someone who's supposed to be encouraging you.

And if not encouragement, then at least not outright bullying from the Captain.

You don't know what it is but from day one, he's held a strong sense of...well you don't want to say hatred but as the weeks go by of your training, it seems like he would rather have you six feet under than learning from him.

From the moment he saw your expensive clothing and fancy shoes, he had decided then and there you were a no good rich girl who only wanted to join because of some half assed rebellion you were having. And that pissed you off. You didn't join because you wanted to rebel against your parents nor because of guilt of having more luxurious amenities than your fellow cadets. You wanted to fight for your home and people.

But he had made up his mind about you and well fine, you could live with him not respecting you but to go out of his way every time his demeaning eyes landed on you was proving to be too much.

Take now for example.

Back in your prestigious academy, you were top of your class, being graced with renowned resources that your fellow Outer Wall cadets have never even heard of but here it seems you were a fish out of water. Especially with him staring at you like you were nothing but dirt under his shoes.

To be skilled at 3DMG you needed flexibility, a sense of determination. Boldness you simply don't have when Levi is standing a few feet away from you, already having made up his mind that you suck at this before you even get into the gear.

But it seems he was right as you struggle to remember the demonstrations shown to you just a few minutes ago. You kick and lash and thrash around but your limbs never find the hold they're looking for. It's fucking embarrassing, made even worse as yells from the crowd now formed around you increase. "Center your core!" Krista yells, trying to help but only making the humiliation worse.

You're upside down now, panting as you try to catch your breath. It's pointless. You groan, what is he even doing here? Since when does he train the students in 3DMG? You bite your tongue at the fact the reason he suddenly decided he wasn't above this is because he knew it would be your first day on this field and he couldn't pass up an opportunity to see you fail.

How did she even get into this Rank?

She's bringing us down.

Her daddy probably paid someone off.

You can hear all different kinds of demeaning whispers from the crowd, from people who are supposed to be your comrades. Levi finally speaks, taking a break from staring at you with that blank expression that you just know is hiding a look of disgust. "Everyone back inside." He demands, arms crossed over his chest.

"But we're not done yet!" Ymir scoffs, glaring at you.

"We are if I say we are." He tsks. "Annoying brat." He mutters under his breath before walking over to you.

It's hard to get away when you're stuck upside down but that doesn't stop the hairs from rising on your skin, anxiety threatening to eat away at you as he walks closer and your comrades walk away. Leaving you fully in his mercy.

Just fucking great.

He's dropping you from the gear in a flash and you ungracefully land on your hands and knees, winching at the hard contact you make with the grass underneath you. You quickly stand up, not wanting to give him the satisfaction but you can already see the corner of his lip twitching.

"You are truly a disgrace, y/n." He mutters.

You say nothing, knowing it will only make matters worse as he stares at you. You ignore the dread in your stomach as he stalks around you, "How can you expect to go out into the real world when you're this pathetic?"

You clench your jaw. "Others did worse than me!" You burst out before you can stop yourself, hands clenching tightly.

He walks back in front of you, raising an eyebrow at your childish outburst as if bullying a cadet isn't the mere definition of immature.

"Why do you only ever have an issue with me? It's annoying." You should've stopped from the second you exploded at him but like always, he just infuriates you too much. "You knew I wouldn't be ready after twisting my ankle the other day but you still made me do this, I know you enjoy torturing me but—" A shriek escapes your lips as his fingers suddenly grip your hair, tightening around the strands as he pulls.

"You think too highly of yourself. I am not bullying you, you insolent little brat. I am making sure you don't get my cadets killed because you were too weak to fight because of what, a twisted ankle? His laugh sends a shiver down your spine. "Soldiers have lost limbs and you're complaining about your stupid fucking ankle?" He throws you on the ground and before you can collect yourself, his foot is hovering over your ankle.

Your eyes widen but before you can even let a word out, he's stepping on it. You quickly bite your lip, holding the scream that's threatening to leave your mouth and embarrass you even further. Fuck, it hurts.

He twists his foot, applying more unbearable pressure to your injured ankle. "Does it hurt?" He sneers. "You know what hurts more? Being torn apart by drooling freaks."

Your nails dig into the dirt, lip tearing from you refusing to cry out. But he presses and twists his foot, until you’re shaking, until a small cry escapes your lips. Until he wins.

"Stop!" You scream after your defeat, struggling to get away from his hold.

He scoffs, finally relenting. "Go muck out the stables."

Despite the burning hatred deep in your guts and the aching pain in your ankle, you're fine. You don't considering mucking out the stables a punishment despite that being his intention.

You love seeing the horses, it's the only silver lining in this dark path you've chosen for yourself. You smile as large, dark eyes blink at you once you get closer to the stables, taking in the sheer beauty. Back home, riding horses would always be your favorite hobby.

It was the one time a day you felt happy, free from all the stress and responsibilities your parents put on you.

You run your hands along his blonde hair, taking in how elegant and striking he looks. For a second, you ponder taking a saddle and riding him. It would be just like old times and heavens knows you need it. Before you can entertain the thought even more, you hear footsteps behind you.

You tense, fearing it's Levi but you let out a sigh of relief as Armin walks up. He's holding an apple and for a second you think it's for the horse but he hands it to you. You blink down at the fruit. "Thanks?" You mumble as you take it.

"We both know he won't be letting you eat tonight."

Your eyes widen, already knowing who the he is. "How'd you know?"

He chuckles, awkwardly scratching his neck. "I'm an observant guy and well Captain Levi doesn't really seem to like you. Well he never likes the new recruits but he seems to really...have an issue with you." His cheeks are blushing furiously with every word that comes out of his mouth.

"And I've noticed sometimes he takes your meals away when you mess up during training which is..."

"A lot?" You scoff, rolling your eyes.

He quickly shakes his head. "No, I wasn't going to say that!"

"It's okay." You sigh. "I know I suck but I'm improving! But he acts like I'm the worst freaking cadet and it's so freaking annoying." You groan, hand clenching around the apple. "I mean, would it kill him to say great job once in a while or at least not look at me like I'm worse than the damn Titans?!"

Armin seems to be pitying you as he pats your back, a comfort he seems to immediately regret as he yanks his hand away like he's just been burned. "S-sorry!" He gasps, taking a step back.

You laugh, "I'm not contaminated, Armin."

"I know....obviously you're not! It's just...well..."

You raise an eyebrow, realization slowly dawning on you. Back in Mitras, you were quite popular—a stark contrast to your life here. And with popularity comes the pack of lovesick boys who just have to profess their crush for you. And every single one of them had the same look that's currently resided on Armin's face right now.

"Armin." You start, doing nothing to stop the shameless smile now forming on your face. "Do you have a crush on me?"

It seems that was the absolute worst question to ask. His breath hitches, frantically shaking his head. "What?" He wheezes. "Where did you get that idea from? I don't—I—"

You stifle a laugh, walking closer to him. "It's okay." You try to reassure him. "You're cute." It's a shameless and pathetic attempt at flirting but it's not like you have many romantic options here. Half the boys in your class are useless and the other male population you're even allowed to interact with are off fighting Titans. And it's not like you can bat your eyelashes at your superiors.

"I am?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah." You smile, walking over to where the saddles are, knowing it's a bad idea but still placing it on the horse. You're going to get punished tomorrow anyways for whatever Levi deems is unfit so might as well actually have some fun before the asshole comes. "Do you want to join me for a ride?"

"Uhm...yes?" He chokes, watching as you lead the horse further out of the stables.

You straddle him, looking down at the blonde. Armin looks like he's about to pass out, cheeks a dangerous shade of red as he tries to muster up some words. He's seconds away from taking your hand and getting on the horse but the sound of footsteps have you both freezing in your place.

All the color drains from your face as you look up to see Levi standing there, “Stealing Survey Corps property is a crime.”

You get down from the horse, throat dry. “I wasn’t stealing.” Is all you can say. Armin is right besides you, about to come to your honor but the Captain waves his hand. “Leave Arlert.” He says, sounding almost bored but you can see the fury in his face. No matter how hard he tries to hide it.

Armin looks over at you, obviously not wanting to leave you in the mercy of the man everyone in this damn city fears but it’s pointless. When Levi gives an order, you obey.

He slowly retreats, head cast down as he starts walking away. “Don’t be too hard on her.” Is all he squeaks before leaving.

His eyes burn into your skin and you conveniently ignore his gaze, keeping your head down. You hope this tantrum will be a fast one, you don’t have it in you to deal with another discipline so fast. You weren’t going to steal a fucking horse if that much wasn’t obvious enough but he could care less about sensible facts whenever it comes to you.

“Instead of taking responsibility for your thievery, you make excuses.” He walks closer, arms clasped behind his back. “You can’t fight, can’t use the gear correctly, and now a liar and a thief. Not to mention acting like a whore around your comrades.”

You ears perk up at that last comment. “Excuse me?” You glare into his eyes.

“Was that how it worked for you back then? You would bat those eyelashes and everything would fall into your lap?” He sneers.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you’re a brat. A spoiled one at that.”

“And what about you?” You ask, not caring at how rude you sound. “You’re always spewing insults at me when you’re the worst of them all. Harassing a innocent cadet who’s just trying—”

“You’re barely a cadet.” He snorts.

“And you’re nothing but a bully!”

His infamous agility is used before your own eyes as his fingers wrap around your throat, pushing you against the wall. “Clean the fucking stables, that’s all you had to do. But instead you decide to disobey me and run off with fucking Arlert and now you’re insulting me? Do you want to get kicked out, huh brat?”

Scrambling to get away from his punishing grip on your throat, your nails dig into his hands. It’s quick, how easy it is to be on the brink of passing out. He knows exactly what correct pressure point to press as he squeezes. You gasp out, practically clawing at his knuckles now. “L-luh-let go!” You manage to get out.

Black dots form in your vision and despite all the struggling, it’s useless to win against this brute. “Levi!” You cry out and it seems the gears in his head finally start working again as he lets go.

He steps back, letting out an annoyed sigh as he stretches his fingers. You fall onto your knees, heaving onto the ground.

“You’re infuriating.” He says more to himself. “Why can’t you ever listen? From day one I told you that you didn’t belong here.”

“But instead you pay no attention to my words. Instead you stay and drive me fucking insane. Instead you flirt with everyone who has a pair of balls in this fucking place.”

You stand up, palm on the wall for support as you rub your aching throat. For a minute you’re too scared to talk, for how he’ll react and for the sound that will come out of your mouth but then you remember that frankly you don’t give a shit. “I wasn’t flirting, you asshole! I was having a simple conversation with a friend, something I know you aren’t familiar with but doesn’t mean you have to take your anger out on me.”

He just stands there, jaw clenched as you’re forced to stare into depths of blue-gray. They’re chilling, the way he looks at you. It’s always enough to have you second guess your actions, have goosebumps forming and your legs shaking.

He’s moving closer, terrifyingly so and there’s no way to run. You’re stuck between him and the wall, your body hitting it with a loud thud. Your nails scrape against the wall. “Why do you even care who I talk to? I’m trying to get better. I’m training day and night and a little nudge in the right direction wouldn’t hurt every once in a while but all you ever do is belittle me. It’s so—”

“So what?”

“Mean.”

His eyebrows furrow, eyes looking sharp enough to murder someone as he responds. “I’m not mean.” He replies, as if that’s the worst thing you could’ve possibly said to him.

As if he hasn’t been the one tormenting you since the day you met. “You’re just spoiled.” He says like it’s the simple truth. “Never went a day without someone caring for you, doing everything for you. No one has probably even raised their voice at you.”

You bite your lip, hating the way those are true. Why should you be ashamed of that? You were cared for as a child, it’s not something that should be used against you but the way Levi talks, it makes you feel like you’re nothing but a spoiled baby.

“I’m not mean. You’re just weak.”

You refuse to let the tears form, instead letting out a shaky sigh. “At least I’m trying to get better. To fight for my people. At least I’m not an old man attacking—”

“No, you’re just a shameless whore.”

Your mouth gapes open, landing a singular punch on his chest without thinking twice. You should regret it…you think you already do the second your fist makes contact with him. You’re already ready to bolt out of there but he’s grabbing you by the wrist. Stopping you in your tracks.

It’s not as harsh as it could’ve been. His fingers just stay there, wrapped around you.

“Why do you care who I interact with?” You ponder aloud, snatching your hand away from his hold. Is he really not going to retaliate for that punch?

“I don’t want you distracting my cadets.” He answers, eerily calm. It’s a bullshit excuse and you can see right through it.

“By being friendly?” You scoff, ready to accuse him of being an idiot but you stop in your tracks. “Would you rather it was you I batted my eyelashes at Captain?” You don’t know where the bravery came from. You’ve said countless questionable things to the Captain but never something as…suggestive as that.

Why else would he care so much? The bullying part yeah whatever he thinks you’re useless and spineless but why the hell should he care if you’re flirting with someone? Unless the old man has some weird crush on you.

It’s a ludicrous thought.

But you know it’ll piss him off. And that’s enough to act on it.

He grabs your chin in a flash and you’re already preparing yourself for the hit that’s going to come but nothing happens. Instead he just stands there, softly holding you as he tilts his head. Were you actually right??

His lips hover over your jaw and cheeks, never touching but you can feel his breath on your skin. Your pulse is pounding, heart hammering to the point you can’t hear anything. What is he playing at? You gulp, shivering a bit as his lips ghost over your ear. You wait anxiously for his next words, not liking the way you’re not entirely disgusted by his touch.

“One week of stable duty for your attempt at burglary, brat. Another for hitting a superior.”

He pulls away but only slightly, he stares like he’s eager to see the reaction you’re going to give. You’re in utter disbelief at the audacity of this bastard but to give him a visible reaction after he’s been torturing you all day is not on your to do list. “You keep abusing your power and I’ll have no choice but to go to the Commander.” You try to sound hardened but he’s left you a breathless mess.

He backs away, smiling at you. “One more week for backtalk.”

“That wasn’t backtalk!”

“Another week for more backtalk.”

You scream, hands clenched into fists as you try to not say a word.

He’ll always find a way to get the reaction he wants out of you, like it is some depraved need. “Screw you.”

He rolls his eyes. “Get back to work. And no more flirting with the comrades.” He walks away.

You stare daggers at his retreating form, wanting nothing more than to chuck the horse shit at him.

But despite the rage that’s seconds away from exploding inside of you, the thought of his fingers wrapped around your chin come back to haunt you, how his lips were inches away from making contact with you. How you weren’t pushing him away, disgusted with his actions. You don’t understand why you were so paralyzed.

It angers you more than anything the Captain has ever done.

[melanieph321]

Request 1: can u do no son of mine 3 pls (ik i’m late) but j more maybe where the reader goes in the pool with him and the aunts are romanticizing and the uncles r making sure he doesn’t get toó touchy

Request 2: Hey, can I request Ruben where the reader is pregnant & has symptoms but just blames it on other things, like bloating/eating bad food. Ruben picks up on this and suggests that she may be pregnant? Thank you x

Ruben Dias x Reader - No Son of Mine Part 3

Enjoy!

Another day was spent around the pool. The São Paulo heat made it impossible for any other activity during the summer. You were glad that you and Ruben would be going back to England soon, although you would surley miss your parents, siblings, aunties, uncles and all of your cousins. Being surrounded by a big family made you feel very loved and safe. And you were greatful that the they made Ruben feel the same way.

"Y/N, come on, join me!" Ruben said, whom for the second time urged you to abandon your taning bed and join him in the cool water.

"I'm good here, thanks." You said, to Rubens obvious disapointment. He returned to the children, but did not play with them with the same vigor as before.

"Look what you did." Your aunty hissed. She sat two taning beds down from you, next to your mother and sister. "If you don't join that man in the water right now, you know damn well who will."

"Who?" You frowned.

"Me." She chuckled.

"And us." Your sisters second.

"Me three!"

"Mom?" You gasped.

"We will all go."

Your oldest aunty stood, letting her robe slide off her shoulders and  onto the taning bed. She wore a yellow bathing suit, proud to show it off.

"Alright ladies, let's go!"

"But..."

One by one they all got up, leaving your side to join Ruben, your fiance, in the pool.

"Where are they going?" Your uncles appeard, all of them as confused as you.

"To swim with my man." You muttered.

"Nah uh, not on my watch!"

Your uncle stripped himself of his shirt, dive bombing into the pool without hesitation. The children screamed whilst the aunties laughed and soon everyone jumped in, everyone except for you. But you set your self on the edge of the pool, the fear of being the odd man out if you didn't.

Your feet dangled in the crystal-clear water. The summer sun beating down on your back, warming your skin. You watched the others have the time of their lives, splashing around. You were anxious to join them, something holding you back.

Your stomach churned, the feeling uncomfortable. You had been feeling bloated for the past week, with intermittent headaches and bouts of nausea that left you feeling exhausted. It had become increasingly difficult for you to keep up with your daily routines, and even the idea of slipping into a swimsuit seemed daunting.

Ruben noticed your drifting gaze and waded out of the pool, his wet hair dripping onto his broad shoulders. Sitting down beside you, he gently placed his hand over yours.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He asked, eyes filled with concern.

You sighed, voice trembling with uncertainty. "I don't know, Ruben. I just feel off lately. I'm bloated, and I've been having all these strange symptoms. It's been bothering me all week."

Ruben's brow furrowed as he listened attentively. He had noticed the change in you and understood the unease, however he was one step ahead of you.

"Have you considered taking a pregnancy test?" He gently suggested.

Your eyes widened, breath catching in your throat. The idea had crossed your mind but seemed too daunting to confront. You had been hoping that the symptoms were just a passing phase or perhaps related to stress. However, Ruben's suggestion made you realize that it may be time to face your fears.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to check," You said, wavering between apprehension and curiosity.

Ruben squeezed your hand reassuringly. "We'll do it together. Whatever the result, we'll face it together and support each other."

Together with Ruben you pushed yourself up from the pool's edge, and together you made your way towards the house. Thankfully your family was too busy to notice.

Entering the bathroom, you unwrapped the pregnancy test while Ruben stood beside you, facing the door. His presence provided much-needed stability.

Silence enveloped as you followed the test instructions, the anticipation reaching its peak. After peeing on the stick all that was left to do was wait. Ruben had stopped facing the wall and held you in his arms whilst you waited, your hearts beating in unison.

Moments later, the test's results appeared, and you gasped, tears pooling in your eyes. Ruben's grip around your hand tightened, his own excitement evident on his face. The test was positive, revealing the beautiful and unexpected answer to your worries.

Overwhelmed with joy and disbelief, You and Ruben embraced, your laughter filling the bathroom. In that moment, all fears and uncertainties melted away, replaced by the exhilaration of new beginnings.

"Do we have to tell your dad?" Ruben spoke into your tight hug. "I don't think he'll be happy to know that I got you pregnant before our wedding."

You laughed. It felt so good to laugh again. As the news sank in, you realized that your worries and discomfort had not been in vain. They were simply a prelude to the miracle growing within you. And with Ruben's unwavering support by your side, you knew that you were ready to embrace every step of this journey, no matter where it led you.

You squeezed his hand, "No, let's tell everyone!"

[ideas-4-stories]

NOOOOOOOO I LOST THE AU I WROTE FOR YOU 😭😭😭 I LITERALLY SENT IT AND TUMBLR SAID "NETWORK ERROR". L FOR THE WIFI. L. Not cool I'm literally crying I thought that AU was genius. It was a Teacher!Buggy AU with Crocomom and Dadhawk. + Shanks co-parenting Luffy with Crocodile. That note was so long I literally spent like 45 mins writing it here on your ask and it was just. Gone. Or I think it did. Why does life hate me. I'm just gonna be brief with this cuz I still think it's golden lmao. Croco and Mihawk work long hours so their kids (Luffy, Zoro, Perona) have to wait for a few hours until they're picked up by their parents. The school doesn't have school buses bc I said so (no I am not cruel it's just out of my budget /j). So Buggy takes the responsibility to keep them comfortable and entertained while they wait. Croco and Mihawk meeting this charming (and clown looking) blue-haired guy and they start courting him. Shanks gets dragged in on the courting bc of Luffy. Also he was already courting Buggy. I didn't write their process of courting I basically skipped and went,, their wedding will take part in a Goth castle. And the design are all sunshine and rainbows (literally). Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Vivi, Zoro and Luffy being in a class along with other kids. Franky, Robin, Jinbei and Brook are in higher classes. Chopper is atom. Not here in the world yet. Perona is like, 2-3yrs older than her brothers so. Yeah *awkwardly shuffles* (I love perona I swear-). Implied Zosan. Some rando: but you didn't imply shi— Me: Shhh I did. *gaslighting*. Law is also there in the classroom with lower grade strawhats. He's suffering. He only attends 3 days a week tho, he's mostly homeschooled bc of his sickness. He's homeschooled by Cora. (You can pry Law and Cora from my cold dead hands. You can separate them when I dissolve into ashes). Don't worry as he gets older his sickness is cured. Ofc he's cured by Cora. He's saved by Cora in every universe. In every AU. Every Era. Every life they will ever live. I will die on that hill– *applies the nobody dies/everyone lives tag on this AU* let my babies be happy pls. Let my man Cora live and travel the world with this emo boy (Law). Doffy isn't real, he can't hurt anyone. Ace is there. Sabo is there. Every One Piece character is out there somewhere. They're like hidden stones and you have 0.02% of finding them. I thought I was just making a Teacher!Buggy AU but then it turns into a Modern!AU for everyone. Let's gooooo. Sora divorces with Judge and remarry with Zeff so now Sanji lives with all his brothers and his sister. They get separate classrooms tho, and reiju is perona's age so she's besties with her. (I do not play by canon's rules with ages bc i live in my own world) They both tease their brothers (Sanji and Zoro) about their crushes on each other. The heart crew is there. Bepo is a dog, a very fluffy one. Kuina is alive. Kaya is there, same classroom with Usopp. I have no idea how to continue this lmao, but I do hope you find this interesting bc Buggy is 100% great with kids and probably teaches well bc he is a big nerd and makes lessons interesting. (Also, the whole reason why I wrote this instead of letting the idea slip through my mind like the others is bc the image of two goth men courting a clown looking mf was funny to me. So here we are lmao. The way I wrote this makes Shanks look like he's the person they let into their open relationship twice lol I'm so sorry 😭😭)

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That's really sad, I really like this idea (though I see Shanks and Buggy more as siblings, but I understand the idea of Shuggy) It's fine that this became about so many people, I really like this.

Teacher!Buggy sounds so cool, you know that he's the flashiest and maybe one of the craziness of the things he'll do to get his students good things that will boost their learning. He knows that every kid might not have the same learning paths as others.

How many classes does this man teach? Who knows, too many for how much he gets paid. All teachers needs to get paid more.

I would think Jinbei and Brook being other fun teachers in the school, like Tom could be as well!

I really like this idea, and the imagine of two gothic men trying to court a clown-looking mf is really funny to me as well.

[booigi-boi]

1. Went through and looked all all your broms babes art. It's so good what the hell!!! I love them so much!!

2. Pls pls pls, tell me your headcanons for them pls?

Thank you, I was serious when I said I'd draw those three for all eternity 💞

And of course, here's some. Sorry in advance to Sean and Sinead, I hope we're still friends even after I butcher your boys with my headcanons, lol /j

Born and raised in Sleepy Hollow (like pretty much every other character). Known each other and Brom since they were kids

Come from rich families, at least Cal does (how many yachts does he/his family have? Another Sleepy Hollow mystery)

Never really matured, love partying but are trying to be more responsible

Highly educated surprisingly, tho I'm sure this is canon. Still really big himbos

Never saw the need to leave Sleepy Hollow due to family wealth and their brotherly bond with each other and Brom

Kind of a nuisance in town, having burned a literal bridge and them having random keg stands anywhere and at anytime of the day, but no one can really be mad at them since they do a lot of community service and love helping businesses for free. They enjoy delivering packages and groceries the most

The reason they do a lot of community service is also because they don't have jobs and live rent free with Brom. I like to think Matilda knew they were a packaged deal when their relationship got real. But again, they love helping a lot, especially in Matilda's shop

They aren't great at helping tho, but they're doing their best (one of them probably spent a day as a frog on accident once when in Matilda's shop)

Cal's hobby is hair styling and he does everyone's hair. He bleaches Blair's hair and constantly tries to do things to Tripp's. Blair's the one who chooses everyone's outfits and is very vocal when clothes get dirty. They make sure Brom looks fabulous when leaving for work.

Tripp ends up being an "unwilling" test subject for their hair/clothing projects. What's his hobby? Art, because I said so

Tripp also is the most dramatic of the three. Will start crying over littlest things

Cal's the smartest

Blair's 404 the most

They and Brom share clothing (you can see this actually happen if you watch Headless. I think it was for not having enough costumes?)

They have an actual Babes HQ at Brom's house (which I call The Van Brunt Manor in my head. Brom's family is probably rich too tbh, considering his family is one of the oldest in Sleepy Hollow)

Before the Babesteries they did a ghost hunting show. They adventured into the Storms Inn trying to find evidence of ghosts, but Lucretia found them and locked them in the attic, scaring them for weeks. They're the reason Brom goes around telling everyone the place is haunted

Actually, Lucretia locks them in the attic a lot. Babes do Babes things a fair amount at the Storms Inn

On days when they're not doing any free labour in town, at least one of them goes to work with Brom. They're either with each other or with Brom 24/7 (this is why they're allowed into the Autumn Gala, because Brom begs Baltus)

They're also probably prohibited from entering the school because they're not actually faculty, but it never stops them

What do they do at school? Help Brom teach. They're not great

They like to pretend Van Brunt/Bones is their last name. After Brom and Matilda's wedding, they changed it to Bishop-Bones

They consider Verla their sister and gave her a Babes makeover

They got sent into a nightmare dimension for that for a couple of minutes

No, they don't remember anything that happened

Gave Brom black Sperry's as a wedding gift. He most likely wore them to their do over wedding

That's what my brain allows me to think at the moment. I definitely have more, lol. Thanks for letting me ramble, I love the Babes a lot, like seriously 😭🐓🐓🐓 I'm so glad we have the Babesteries so we got to know more about them

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 203. brb x oc

a/n: i--- love them so much, where's that screaming girl reaction pic(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: mentions of surgery

goodness gracious (pls read this one to know more what this fic is about!!)

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Day four in the hospital and she was a mix of emotions. Yeah she was going home and yeah she was good enough to…but she didn’t want to leave the twins there. Rooster waited for her when she looked back at the hospital doors, chewing her lower lip, “Gorgeous.”

“I know.”

“They’ll be okay.”

She clenches her bag with both hands, then exhales, “...I know.” she moves forward but her head cranes back towards the hospital, Rooster has one of his hands on her lower back,guiding her to the Bronco, ‘They’ll let us know…of  anything.”

“I know.” and he opens the door for her, “We’ll visit them again,yeah?’ Beatrice looks back at him finally, with a little smile on her face followed by a nod and finally hops inside the car. Nicole’s happy little ‘mama!’ was heard by Rooster as he walked around to the driver’s side.

He understands Beatrice’s hesitation, he was there with her every time they went to the NICU and checked on the twins. It was a constricting feeling, he had to admit, because he too wanted to take them home. Having children was something, it changes your whole perspective on what’s important and what’s not and right now he desires to have those tiny beings home to stay with the slightly larger tiny being that’s currently on the back seat.

On the bright side, Nicole’s personality made Beatrice smile as soon as he got in. Their oldest, God feels crazy to think Nicole is their oldest daughter, was currently telling Beatrice in her very own words what happened before they got to the hospital. She was also shaking her giraffe, “Is that new?’ Beatrice asks with a small smile, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her with that.”

“I got it for her when we were shopping for the twins’ nursery.” he smiles, turning the engine on and driving away from the hospital. It still hurt both of them but it was what they could do right now, nothing more,nothing less, “And it was better than the 200 piece jet fighter that she wanted.”

“It’s cute.” Beatrice says, looking back at Nicole and reaching for her little hand with one of hers, “I like it,do you like your new friend Nikki?” Nicole kept babbling and shaking her stuffed giraffe as Beatrice kept her hand back but torso forward, sighing on her seat.

“You okay?”

“I am…kinda tired.” she laughs weakly, “Weird considering I spent the whole week lying down and yet I feel exhausted.” her eyes moved to the outside that was rushed by them when he drove both back home, seeing the environment change from the hospital’s walls to the usual San Diego was a bit of a relief.

Rooster hummed, gently caressing her thigh as he drove them away, “I know, did the doctors say if you need to take anything?”

Beatrice shook her head, her expression a bit distant as she keeps her eyes on the outside. "No, they didn't give me any specific medications," she replied, "just the usual recommendations for postpartum care and rest." she ends with a shrug

Rooster nodded, his grip on the steering wheel steady. "Alright, well, we'll make sure you rest as much as you can once we're back home," he said firmly. "I'll take care of everything, you just focus on recovering and spending time with Nicole."

Beatrice smiled appreciatively, her hand still holding onto Nicole's. "Thank you, Roos," she said softly. "I don't know what I would do without you."

He glanced at her with a warm smile. "You'll never have to find out, because I'll always be here for you," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

“Cheesy~”

“Like a quesadilla,gorgeous.” he smirks, and he was glad he managed to sneak a laugh out of her, “You aren’t in any pain,right?”

“No, it feels…weird but it’s not hurting that much anymore. It’s like a dull throb,you know? That’s what it feels like.” she replies, her free hand automatically moving to her lower body and towards the fresh c-section scar. She frowns, “I think this is my first big scar.” she mutters, “I have…tiny ones, but this one is the first that I uh…had to…get,I guess.”

“Scars aren’t that bad.”

Beatrice looks up at him and smiles, ‘Because yours make you look very handsome and badass,right?” the pilot licks his lips,trying to bite back his grin by looking at a stop sign instead, because she got him, “You never elaborated on how you got them.”

“I didn’t?”

“No, you said you got them during school.” she says, “I think…I was a bit drunk that night,Roos.”

The fact both of them remember their time together in detail was…amazing and he knew it was rare. Over time you forgot things…but not them, oh no, he could remember a lot of stuff from the second he saw her face on the bar, “It’s not that fun,honestly.” he murmurs, “I mean, unless you wanna hear it.”

“Yea…when we get home, can you tell me?”

“Sure,gorgeous.” he says, "You wanna nap a bit?”

“Mhmmm.”

She was already out when he looked back at her, the hand that was holding Nicole’s was back on her lap and her head was touching the window as her chest moved up and down slowly. He smiles softly, making sure she was positioned right as he drove, he didn’t want her to wake up cramped or in pain.

He inhales quietly, then blinks his eyes twice…what a fucking week has it been. He knew his leave was going to be different this time, but holy shit that was a complete understatement, huh? He wasn’t complaining, honestly, he was glad even if it was nerve wracking the first few days.

He looked at Nicole through his rearview mirror to check on her and she looked back at him at the same time, giving him a few toothed grin as she kicks her little legs on her seat. He continued to drive, glancing between the road and his daughter from time to time, making sure she was safe and content.

The car ride was peaceful, the rhythmic hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop,he didn’t want to turn on the radio and wake Bea up. As they approached their home, Rooster couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and anticipation and relief of having her back home. He carefully parked the Bronco, ensuring the ride was smooth and gentle for both Beatrice and Nicole.

Once the car was stationary, Rooster turned off the engine and glanced at Beatrice, who was still peacefully sleeping. He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, making sure she slowly woke up instead of a sudden jolt. Beatrice groaned, one of her hands coming up to rub her face as she blinked her eyes at him, trying to shake the sleep off, “Roos?”

Rooster smiled softly, his voice gentle, supporting his head with his knuckles as he nestles his elbow on the seat. "Hey there, sleepyhead," he greeted. "We're home."

Beatrice's gaze focused on him, her expression shifting from drowsiness to warmth as she registered their surroundings. She let out a small yawn and stretched slightly, careful not to strain herself. "Home," she repeated with a soft smile, her eyes glancing around the familiar surroundings of their driveway. “...was the Bronco always this comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

Beatrice hummed, slowly pushing herself to a sitting position and running her fingers through her hair, hoping to comb through the tangles without worries, “Felt like the first class seat to me.” she giggles sleepily, her voice still slurred, “Was nice.”

Rooster reached over and unbuckled her seatbelt,  kissing her forehead again "Let's get you inside and comfortable," he said, his voice filled with care. “I’ll get Nikki.”

"Yeah," Beatrice agreed, giving him a grateful look. "Thank you, Roos." she groans a bit, opening the door and stepping out as slowly as she could. The movements pained her a bit but she could handle it, she waited until he was in her sight with Nikki by leaning on the car. Her smile widened as she looked at her hands, playing with her wedding ring.

“What’s that smile?��� he asks, holding Nicole with one arm as he locks the car with the other, “That’s pretty nice to see.”

“I was remembering that the first time I leaned on the Bronco you took me out of the bar during a storm.” she says, “...you looked so…so good then,Rooster.God. You should be illegal.”

Her husband’s mouth drops and he lets out a soft laugh, “Illegal? Gorgeous…I could say the same about you to be honest.” he appeared offended only to immediately make her blush just enough for him to see her cheeks turn red and her soft gaze turn to him, “Come on,gorgeous, we gotta go home,gimme your bag.”

He wasn’t going to wait more than that, so she just handed it over to him, “Do you want me to open-” he shakes the keys in his hand as he places the strap on his shoulder, her heart immediately melting because he was out of this world…his mother would be so proud of him.

She hugs herself while waiting for him to open the door, looking around their neighborhood for a little while until she hears him talking to the dogs, telling them to behave and not jump on Beatrice head on - ‘that’s you Ellie’ - before calling her inside with his hand reaching out to her. The dogs were over the moon, full body shaking and tails slamming against walls and furniture, and Beatrice giggled as she petted them all, “Hi guys,I missed you all too.”

“So, first things first,” he says once the door is closed, “I’m going to make you some tea. Can you have some now after the c-section?”

Rooster's question brought her attention back to him, and she thought about it. "Yeah, I think I can have some tea," she replied, moving to settle herself on the couch. "Just maybe not too hot, please." 

"Got it," Rooster said, “Any specific ones?” he asks while walking around the dogs but standing close by with Nicole still holding on his neck.

Beatrice purses her lips as she thinks, then shrugs up at him with a little smile, “Surprise me.”

“Oh I can surprise you.” he winks, setting Nicole down by the living room so she waddles to her play mat and Beatrice slowly stands up, following her daughter to the couch. She sighs, inhaling the smell of cleaning supplies and his cologne that hang on the air before she sits down on the soft cushions.

Nicole, who is right in front of her, looks back and grins, “Mama! “ 

“Hi sweetie.” Beatrice replies quietly, body still demanding some rest as her eyes flutter shut, “I can hear you.”

There’s some ruffling from her side and she peeks her eye open, seeing Nicole just climb on the couch with so much ease. She blinks her eyes then, then straightens herself, “...you are big enough to climb the couch.” she whispers in amazement, “Holy moly,Nikki.”

Nicole just giggled at her, snuggling up to her side. Beatrice clenches her eyes because their daughter was painfully cute and just didn’t move…because why would she. While she was in the living room she heard Rooster talking to someone, she couldn’t figure out who it was because he was far away but she tried to figure out by the way he was speaking.

He didn’t sound angry, nor worried - so it wasn’t the hospital, thank God. He just appeared to be talking calmly to whoever it was…she tilted her head towards the kitchen, seeing her husband’s broad frame move from left to right as he holds the kettle on his other hand.

He was so cute.

She looks back at Nicole as their daughter snuggled up beside her. The warmth of Nicole's small body against her own brought a sense of comfort to Beatrice, soothing her tired muscles and easing her worries. She shifted slightly to accommodate Nicole's body, then glanced down at her daughter with a soft smile.

"Looks like you're getting more and more independent, huh?" Beatrice whispered to Nicole, her fingers gently combing through the toddler's hair. "Climbing on the couch all by yourself."

Nicole responded with a delighted giggle, her eyes shining as she looked up at her mother. She wrapped an arm around Nicole, holding her close as they sat together on the couch, her eyes fluttering shut again as she waited for Rooster to come back.

"They want me to do what?" Rooster's voice held a mixture of surprise and incredulity as he continued his conversation in the kitchen, his tone low but clear. “When?”

Beatrice's curiosity was piqued by his words, and she couldn't help but listen in on his conversation, even though she knew she probably shouldn't. She shifted slightly on the couch, adjusting her position and still keeping Nicole close. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she strained to hear more of what Rooster was saying.

In the kitchen, Rooster's brows were furrowed as he listened to the person on the other end of the line. He leaned against the countertop, his fingers tapping a rhythm that reflected his contemplation. "I mean, I get that it's important, but it's a lot to ask on such short notice."

There was a pause as the person on the line presumably responded. Rooster let out a sigh, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. "Yeah, I understand the urgency, but I'll need to make arrangements. My wife just gave birth and I need to stay with her."

Beatrice could tell from his tone that this was something work-related and potentially demanding. She glanced at Nicole, who was now half-asleep against her, and then back at Rooster.

After a few more minutes of conversation, Rooster finally ended the call with a terse "Alright, I'll see what I can do." He let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, his shoulders tense.

Beatrice decided it was time to let him know she had been listening. She gently shifted Nicole, who had fully succumbed to sleep, so that she was lying down on the couch. Then, she slowly stood up, making her way to the kitchen where Rooster was.

He looked up as she entered the kitchen, his expression softening when he saw her. "Hey, gorgeous."

"Hey," she replied, her voice gentle. "Everything alright?"

Rooster let out a sigh, leaning back against the countertop. "Yeah, just…they want to talk to me,that’s all.”

“About what?”

“Well…” he purses his lips, still tapping his fingers on the counter, “They want to know if me and Mav can give another class to new pilots, next week.”

“Next week? But you are still on leave?”

Rooster nodded, his expression a mix of frustration and concern. "Yeah, that's the thing. They want it done as soon as possible, and I get it, it's important. But I also want to be here with you and the kids." he shakes his head, pouring the water inside the mug and watching as the tea bag soaked it up.

Beatrice walked over to him, her hand gently reaching out to touch his arm. "You sound a bit annoyed.”

“A little.”

She smiles, hugging him from behind and pressing her temple to his muscular back, “You did amazing before, you’ll do amazing again. I can handle a few moments alone.” Rooster makes a sound,a displeased one, on his throat, “Can I maybe visit you? At the base?”

“Visit me?” he stops pouring to look at her, eyes slightly wide, “Baby…”

“Well,I don’t know…I never did…can I? It’d be only me if you are worried, Nikki can stay with my parents? It won’t be long.”

Rooster glanced down at her, his expression softening as he met her gaze. "You really want to come to the base, huh?"

Beatrice nodded, her arms still wrapped around him. "I do. I mean, if it's allowed and it won't be too much of a hassle."

He turned around, facing her fully, and placed his hands on her waist. "It's not that I don't want you to come, Bea. It's just... the base can be a bit hectic, especially if we're doing training sessions with new recruits. I don't want you to get overwhelmed or uncomfortable."

She smiled up at him, her fingers gently tracing patterns on his chest. "I appreciate your concern, Roos. But I think I can handle it. Plus, it'll give me a chance to get out of the house for a bit."

Rooster chuckled, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Alright, you win. You can come visit me at the base next week. But on one condition..."

Beatrice raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh? And what's that?"

He grinned mischievously. "You have to promise to stay by my side the whole time, no wandering off. It might be a lot to handle.”

“...you are aware we invaded it once,right?”

“Baby, that was romantic.” he coos, “This, is official.” he arches his brows, “I need to talk to some people, maybe someone will guide you until we can talk, it call depends of the time. There are places on the base you cannot go.” she’s looking at him with those huge green eyes and he just wants to kiss her, but he has to be serious, “And not to mention, there’ll be a lot of people.”

Beatrice chuckled, "Alright, fine, I promise I won't wander off, sir." she said with a mock-salute. "I'll be your official sidekick for the day."

Rooster grinned, his fingers gently tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "That's the spirit. And don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of. You'll get the VIP tour."

"VIP tour?Oooh, I like the sound of that." She leaned up, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. He hums into her mouth and she leans back when he tries to deepen it, “Roos.”

“Sorry,habit.” he whispers, kissing her forehead this time and exhaling softly, still holding her close, “...you know, maybe with you there, it won’t be so bad. Maybe I’ll also get…good pilots who won’t fuck missions up because they want to play heroes.” he mutters, pressing his lips to her scalp and smelling her scent. She still had the hospital smell clinging to her, even if she took a shower before leaving, but it was still Beatrice.

“Is there anything I shouldn’t do, besides wandering off?”

“Hm…” his voice vibrates on top of her head and she giggles, before he continues, “Let’s see… don’t touch any aircraft, equipment, or anything unless I say it’s okay. Some things can be sensitive or dangerous. And, uh, definitely don’t try to give any impromptu flight lessons to the recruits,” he adds with a chuckle.

Beatrice laughs softly. "Got it, no unauthorized flight lessons. I'll just stick to being an observant sidekick and let you handle the training." she pauses, narrowing her eyes, “Funny that we did that before, that night after we had tacos,Roos.”

“Well,” he smirks, “It was still pretty romantic.”

[yesimwriting]

If we're in an ethan mood 👀

Could you write something like little snippets of ethan developing a crush on mc and then the moment he's like "oh wait a minute... i LIKE her"

Only if you're comfortable doing so of course!

a/n he'd be such a cutie during his pining era pls and in total denial about it

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"Sam's gonna kill us."

Tara's eyes briefly flicker towards your reflection in the mirror. You give yourself a second to feel how quickly time can change things. If you had accidentally said something like that as recently as a month ago, Tara would have torn into you. Ranting and asking you if you really thought that was funny. But now, the hyperbole barely warrants a glance in your direction.

"She's not our mom," Tara scoffs, attention shifting back to her eyeliner immediately.

And while that's true...you're not sure you want to seem like you're taking a specific side in one of their weird, sisterly power stand offs. Despite being one of their roommate's, you've managed to expertly avoid getting caught in the middle most of the time.

Even though you're the one trying to be the voice of reason, your attention turns back to the blush you were blending into your cheek. "Yeah, true..." You rub your beauty blender against the apple of your cheek. "But still, I don't want it to like...be a thing."

"It won't be," Tara counters quickly, "We might be home before her." Yeah, heavy on the might. Tara already made it clear that she wasn't in the mood to take tonight lightly. "And if we're not, who cares?" Tara straightens before setting down her eyeliner. "She'll be angsty about it and then move on. I didn't ask her to come to school with me."

That's something you for sure won't be commenting on. "Whatever." You reach for a tube of lipgloss. "Let the record reflect I tried."

"Yeah, you tried really hard."

You let out a breath that's almost a laugh, "Shut u--"

The last part of your sentence is cut off by the sound of knocking. It feels faint, but you know it has to be loud if it's being heard over Tara's pre-night out playlist.

"Oh," you mumble, setting down your still closed tube of lipgloss, "It's the guys."

Tara's expression morphs into a knowing smile. "Excited?"

You know exactly what she's getting. "Shut up." You turn towards the bathroom door before pausing and cringing at your mistake, "And I don't know what you're talking about."

"Which one of us invited Ethan to what was supposed to be a girl's night out?"

You roll your eyes, "And Chad."

She gives you a look that says she sees right through you. "Think it'd be better if you liked Chad." Now it's your turn to give her a 'I know about what you're pretending isn't a crush' stare. "Not like--I mean--at least we know he's safe."

This again. The continuous slight distrust of Ethan. You can't blame her or any of the other four people you've come unbelievably close with in a few months time for being so untrusting. You kind of knew about what happened to them before meeting them, some guy in the lecture you had with Tara tapped you on the shoulder. That's the serial killer sister girl.

That piece of gossip led to you doing something not great, but fair--a google deep dive that almost made you flinch when Tara then got paired with you for an ice breaker, syllabus week activity. After your friendship formed, many nights spent walking around the city and late night calls about the nightmare roommate you were randomly paired to dorm with eventually led to you moving in after the summer session ended.

By then you were friendly with what Chad likes to call the core four and they opened up slowly about their trauma slowly. You get it. You try to get it, but every time they flash their inherent distrust they remind you of how easy it would be for them to close ranks, cut you off and leave you for the wolves. It's not a fair insecurity, which is why you've decided to keep it to yourself.

"Tara we've been over this," you scratch the back of your wrist, suddenly feeling small, "I'm just as much a rando to you as Ethan."

Tara shakes her head once, eyes softening a little, "Yeah, but you're a rando that's like my best friend." Her eyes leave yours briefly and you're hit with the impression that this is hard for her. Tara's never given you the impression of being particularly touchy-feely, and you know what happened with one of her last close friendships. "So..."

You try not to beam, not wanting her to regret saying something like that so openly. "So..." You repeat, kind of teasing. "I should go get the door." As if on cue, another round of sharp knocking cuts through the base of the music.

You turn away before you can overthink and approach the front door. "Hey, guys," you grin as you pull the door open.

Chad and Ethan are waiting in the apartment's hall. "Y/n," Chad greets warmly, one hand moving to squeeze your shoulder as he steps into the apartment's entryway.

Even though Tara might be a tiny bit right about why you invited Chad and Ethan, you definitely don't mind that Chad's your easiest way to get Ethan to hang out with you guys without having to worry about seeming weird. Chad's a good guy beneath the stereotypical former high school jock thing. He's fun and nice and you have a feeling he really cares about Tara.

"Tara's still in the bathroom fixing her eyeliner." You keep your voice breezy, casual even though you know exactly why you're telling him.

For a second, you think he might call you out on your not-so-subtle pushing, but he just smiles casually. It must be so easy to think like a guy. "I'm gonna say hi."

He walks around you, offering your shoulder one last friendly squeeze as he passes. Ethan steps further into the living room, lingering like he's unsure on whether or not he's supposed to be following Chad.

"Hey," you greet, "Guess what?"

Ethan blinks. He's gotten used to your typically friendly demeanor, but sometimes when it's directed at him he isn't sure how to take it. You're pretty and warm and caring about your existence is not part of the plan. If anything, it's the opposite. He knows how close you are to Tara, how much Sam's opinion matters to you.

"What?"

"Your econ notes totally saved my life." There's genuine relief in your voice, and Ethan is glad that he's a part of that. "Just saw my quiz grade and I got a 97 on it."

Ethan lets himself smile, "That's great."

"A lot better than my last one." You hate that you don't know where to go with this. "You're in intro to comp this semester, right?"

He nods, "Yeah." Ethan straightens his posture, angling his body more towards you. "...I have Charleston."

You immediately cringe, exhaling a low wince. "Ouch. I had him for summer term, he's crazy harsh."

"Yeah," Ethan agrees, "Learned that after my first essay."

Your eyebrows pull together. "He' snot all bad once you get him figured out."

Ethan fights down a smile, "Of course you'd say that." It had been a bit of a running joke between the friend group that you never seemed to have issues with any professor or TA. That you always found one way or another to connect to or figure them out.

You groan, "Shut up." Ethan suppresses a laugh. "I was going to offer you my notes and feedback I got from my summer class, but now I don't know."

"No..." Ethan doubts that you'd ever be vindictive enough to keep your notes from anyone. Even if that was a concern, he still wouldn't be too worried. His grades are fine and his priorities are a little different these days. But still, he likes the thought of getting access to something like one of your essays. A chance for more insight into you. "C'mon, please."

You tilt your head slightly, eyes narrowing in mock debate. "Okay." With no warning, you turn towards the direction of your room. Ethan follows you.

Ethan lingers in the doorway as you approach the desk tucked into the corner of your room. "You can come in," you mumble, a little confused about his hesitance.

He steps in, letting himself take in your bedroom. Ethan's been here before for brief periods of time. He's gotten glimpses while the group waited for you to grab something you forgot before going out or while you searched through your school supplies before an econ study session. But he still hasn't gotten tired at look at it, at noting the posters on your wall and the collage of you and your friends that you're always adding to.

His eyes linger on that, the photos taped up on your wall. There are a few new ones, one of you and Tara and Sam at a coffee shop. There's even a mirror picture of you and Quinn at some store...something he'd definitely have to ask his sister about. A new photo of you and Chad that makes his chest feel tight. It's a quick snapshot, you a few steps ahead of Chad who looks like he didn't realize you were taking a photo until the flash started going off. You're both holding cones of ice cream and Mindy's arm is in the corner.

He looks down, eyes focusing on another photo. You're grinning, arm extended upwards to take a picture of you and the person across from you. Him.

"New pictures?"

You turn in your desk chair. "Yeah, I printed some more out last week."

Ethan points at the picture that's just the two of you, "I like this one."

You look up from the bottom desk drawer you were rifling through, "That one's one of my favorites."

Ethan feels the offhanded comment in his chest. Heat tries to crawl its way up his neck. "You--you look nice in it."

"You look cute," you mumble, "I like your hair like that."

He's glad for the low lighting and the excuse to keep his back to you. If it wasn't for that, you'd definitely be able to say the blood rushing to his face. He looks back at the picture, noting the slightly tousled look of his hair. You turn your attention back to your desk and Ethan lightly brushes his hair with his fingers.

"Okay..." You pull out a folder and a notebook. "All of it's here--you can grab it when we get back or whenever." You sit up, relaxing against your seat. "I just needed to find it now because drunk me wouldn't be able to and hung over definitely won't remember."

The potential excuse to come back here at the end of night feels like a sort of promise. The trust that the comment is displaying isn't lost him either. You're planning on drinking and probably coming home extremely out of it and you don't have any issue with him being around for that.

Ethan knows you're probably not thinking that far ahead, but you must, at least, feel that way subconsciously. He knows you're the kind to be aware of that kind of thing, has heard snippets of your conversation with the other girls about staying vigilant every night out.

"Yeah, I'll grab it tonight. We've got an essay due on Friday that I haven't even started."

You scrunch up your face for a second in pained empathy. "If you need any help with it, just let me know." You tap your nails against the side of your knee. "...When I'm sober again."

"Yeah," Ethan nods, "For sure."

----

"Y'know approximately 42% of cabs are in New York."

The number feels generous--and random--but you always seem to know things.

"Actually?"

You giggle, the sound full. "No." The admission is soft as you turn away from the window, still laughing. "I don't--I don't know." You tilt your head curiously, and for a second, Ethan thinks the movement might indicate the return of your earlier dizziness. He straightens like he might need to stabilize you again. It's then that he realizes how close you are. "I made it up."

Even though that was obvious to the only person in the room that didn't set a new personal best in number of shots taken in an hour, you're smilingly so kindly he doesn't have the heart to point that out. "You made it up?"

You nod slowly, like one too sharp motion is all it'd take to topple you over. "And you believed me."

Ethan angles his chin downwards. "Not sure I did."

"You bought it for like a second though, right?"

You're watching him carefully, desperate to find any kind of crack in his expression that might prove you right. A part of him wants to push. The rest of him is too placated by your slight smile and steady gaze. "...Maybe for a second."

A beat passes. The two of you continue to openly watch each other. You snap out of it by bending your fingers into a fist. You gently bump your knuckles against his arm. "Knew it."

Your fist briefly lingers, brushing down his arm as you take your hand back rather than just pulling it away. Ethan doesn't get the warmth that crawls up his face.

With no warning, you pull away entirely. You walk past Ethan and slowly make your way to the bed. As soon as it's within reach, you lose all sense of care and flop onto the mattress like you're exhausted.

You go from sitting to flat on your back so quickly Ethan briefly wonders if you've fallen asleep. "Y/n?"

"Hm?" You turn your head sharply from one side to another. Still conscious. "Tired."

There's something soft about the way you say it, half mumbled and drowsy. "I know, but you--you can't--" He's not sure how to express what he's thinking without sounding like he's trying to cross a line. You're still in going out clothes, nothing extreme but the mainly form fitting outfit can't be comfortable enough to sleep with. And he knows you have a thing against sleeping without taking your makeup first. "Can't sleep like that."

You lift an arm in the air just to drop it across your chest. There's a flurry of words that follows the motion, but they're all mushed together and too quiet for Ethan to make out. "At least tell me where your pajamas are."

Another mesh of words. Somewhere in the collage of sentences you manage to get out, "Top-second-second-to-top drawer."

Ethan approaches your dresser, picking out a T-shirt and some pajama shorts he's seen you wear to movie nights before. He sets them down next to you. "You've gotta..."

You stretch an arm upwards, waving once in a way that feels dismissive. Your hand then drops down with no warning, wiping at your eyes before you slowly sit up, one hand reaching for the hem of your top.

Ethan's eyes widen. After a second of mental buffering, the sense to turn around. He forces his attention to remain on your walls. "Y/n." It's meant to sound partially stern, maybe even a little scolding, but his voice's pitch comes out a little too breathy near the end of your name. He'd probably be embarrassed by the sudden shift if you were more sober. You might not even remember Ethan being here tomorrow morning outside of a vague awareness.

Still, knowing that you're changing out of that tiny skirt and low cut top less than three full feet away from him...

Ugh. He tells himself that it's because you're nice to him and you're an objectively pretty girl. And all that planning stuff with his dad and his sister makes it hard to even think about girls. He's living a half life, letting himself enjoy the sense of friendship his false life is giving him from time to time while still staying focused. Anything romantic would be too complicated.

But still, he's a young guy and you always smell nice and you're pretty and you always go out of your way to include him things and--it's all biology. Attraction's understandable, it's not like he has a crush on you or anything.

"Okay." The reminder of his current makes his face feel warm. "You're safe. Y'can turn around."

Your words come out slurred enough that Ethan wonders if he should give you an extra second or two just to make sure. He turns around slowly, ready to snap his head back around if necessary.

True to your word, you're dressed, shorts barely peaking out from under your oversized tee. He should feel less now that you're more dressed and look a lot more casual. "G-good." He swallows in an attempt to make his throat feel less dry.

You sit down at the edge of your bed, "Mhm."

"You think you can wash your makeup off?" The question feels awkward. Ethan watches as you cross your legs beneath you. "You just--you never like when you wake up with makeup still on."

Your head tilts a little too sharply to one side, a lazy smile on your face. "That's nice, but 'm okay." Ethan considers protesting, but as if to make your point you wipe at your eyes. "Are you--going back?"

The question takes a second to click. Ethan had come over to the apartment you share with the Carpenters and his sister with Chad, like usual. Chad had completely crashed on the living room couch almost immediately after walking back from the party. It isn't the first time he's slept something off here, and Ethan definitely didn't mind the alone time. "Uh--yeah."

"It's kinda late," you mumble, "You can--you can stay here if you want." It's said so innocently Ethan almost thinks he might of misheard you.

"Here?"

"Mhm." You move up your bed, pushing back your sheets and semi-awkwardly crawling beneath them. "Sleepover."

Ethan's face has to be red. If you notice, you don't give any indication of even understanding why this might feel a little odd. He should let you down gently with some kind of excuse about having so much homework that he has to start first thing in the morning. "You sure?"

Your head is already on your pillow, "Yeah." It's more of a hum than an actual response. You're already half asleep. "We're friends."

It's not a big deal. Objectively, Ethan knows that that's true. Quinn can have whole relationships and flings and whatever else she does to make the time pass. Ethan can handle sharing a bed with you to keep things seeming normal and avoid a later walk than he wanted.

"Okay," his voice feels strained, tight, "Yeah if--if you're okay with it."

"Mhm." You push yourself to one side of your bed lazily. "We can--we can go to that brunch place tomorrow, if you're--" You trail off, voice growing lighter like you're falling asleep.

Ethan approaches your bed slowly even though he doubts he'd be able to wake you on purpose, let alone intentionally. You don't stir as he gets into bed, not even reacting as his fingertips brush against your arm.

He lets himself relax, eyes shutting. After a second, he feels the bed shift. A weight finds itself onto his shoulder. Ethan squints his eyes open, blood rushing to his face at the realization that your temple's now resting against his arm.

----

"Ugh," you sigh, glaring at your phone.

Ethan looks up from his coffee cup. "What?"

You shake your head. "It's nothing." You set down your phone and pick up your own drink. "Just that this girl that got put in my group with in Lucille's class has been ghosting our project group chat but she keeps posting herself hanging out with her friends on Instagram." You take a quick sip of your beverage. "She won't do her part, but she can take time out of her beach day to comment that my powerpoint slides are busy."

He frowns, "Your slides aren't busy."

"I know," you agree, "They totally kick ass."

You're mainly kidding, but there's still a hint of genuine defensiveness in your tone. The fact that you're taking this as a personal insult is more endearing than it should be. "They do."

You nod your head firmly, happy to be validated. "Thank you." You take another sip of your drink. "I love that you let me say crazy things like this and pretend that they are that deep." You tap your nails against the wood of the cafe table. "This is why we're friends."

Ethan crosses his arms on the table, hoping that the shift doesn't come off as transparent. He's still getting used to that, at how open you are, how genuine. You're always finding a way to affirm the friendship through either words or subtle actions.

"That's the only reason?"

You press your lips together, pretending to think about it. "Uh...you also buy me coffee and are the only reason I'm not failing econ, so..." The two of you laugh a little more than the joke warrants.

"I feel appreciated."

You roll your eyes at his joking tone. Ethan knows that you appreciate him. Because of how suspicious most of your friend group is, a lot of their mistrust has found its way to Ethan. It's easier to trust someone you live with, so you and Quinn aren't the first to be targeted. And Anika and Mindy are dating, that comes with additional trust. So Ethan's the most effected by their understandable PTSD. Except for Chad, who dorms with him.

It's not like he's fully excluded by everyone else, but every once in awhile the fact that they're ready to be the most wary of him at a moment's notice becomes overly obvious.

You lift an arm, nudging his arm with your fist, "Come on." You sit up a little straighter, "You know I love ya."

Ethan can feel the blood rushing to is face. He stares at the table, unsure if he'll be able to handle looking you in the eye right now. You just have to be so nice and pretty. Maybe if you were more one than the other he'd be able to handle it. He wouldn't have to constantly be trying to convince himself that he's neutral about you...that he'd actually be able to hurt you or let you get hurt like the others.

"An 'I love you' over an iced coffee?" Ethan tries to keep his voice steady, light.

You roll your eyes again, "Don't make me sound easy, it wasn't a love confession." You pick up your cup again, "And I got an extra pump of syrup and cold foam, so it wouldn't have even been unwarranted."

That alone makes Ethan want to get you your iced coffee every day. With any and all the additives you want. "Good to know."

It's your turn to stare at your hands. "Smooth." You fidget, twisting your fingers before forcing them to lay flat on the surface beneath them. "Don't you have to go to someone's office hours before 11:00?"

The honest answer is no, but that's not what Ethan told you. Office hours, extra classes, group projects, and study group meetings. School related excuses are the easiest ways to get to covertly meet with his family. Quinn's in a position to get to use guys as excuses, but Ethan isn't as...outgoing. And made up friends or jobs leave more room for questions.

And Ethan doesn't want to give you the impression that he's unavailable.

Ugh. He keeps telling himself that he can't factor you in. He shouldn't even want to. Anything he does to go out of his way for you will only draw more attention to you in the end. If he begins to slip because of you his dad will find a way to connect it back to you.

Ethan glances at his phone, noting the time. 10:43. If he leaves now, he'll still be a few minutes late. Nothing noticeable, nothing he can't blame on the city's foot traffic. "Uh..." he turns off his phone screen, "He cancelled them."

"Yeah?"

He blinks, trying to figure out how to spin this. He wonders if Richie ever struggled with the lying to everyone all the time or if that came as naturally to him as everything else. "Yeah...he sent an email about his kids having colds."

"Oh," you hum casually, "Feels like everyone gets sick after school starts. A girl in my lit class was sniffling so bad last class and Tara's throat's been sore lately." You believed him so easily, Ethan feels a pinprick of guilt about it. "Does that mean you have time to hangout?"

That eases any discomfort immediately. "...Aren't we hanging out right now?"

You give him a pointed look. "You know what I mean." You prop your head up on your elbow. "Do you have time to do something else?"

It'll be fine. He'll text his dad that he couldn't get away and that Chad was getting suspicious so he had to cancel his plans. Quinn would see right that, but he could get her to cover for him. He's covered for her enough times when she wanted a break from the vengeance thing to hook up with some guy or just be distracted. And this isn't different than that. Quinn blows off steam with guys and he blows it off with you. It's just a way to have something positive in his life.

It doesn't matter, but he can't seem too invested. "Do what?"

"Okay, you can say no, but I passed the cutest store on this street the other day..." You trail off softly, optimistic. "And I was going to go with Tara, but she's been super busy lately."

"Shopping trip?"

You sigh, the sound defeated, "I know. You don't have to--"

"No," Ethan breathes, "It sounds fun."

Your eyebrows draw together, "Fun?"

You sound so skeptical, but Ethan doesn't even have to think twice about it. It does sound fun. Anything that involves you sounds fun.

It hits him then that that's more than fondness or even friendship. That's really caring about someone...that's liking them. Like really liking them.

That alone should be reason enough for him to stop all of it. Bail and make some kind of excuse and stop hanging out with you so much. He tries to make himself, tries to imagine the way your expression would shift from an easy smile to a frown, "Do you want me to go or not?"

You beam. "You're right." Still smiling, you pull your bag off the side of your chair and pick up your coffee. "You ready?"

Warmth crawls up his neck and settles against his cheeks. "Yeah."

[emilycollins00]

Act 1 re-read! The show must go on!

. To be honest the show being next month is really insane given that they at this point didn’t even have a script

. And oh wow I didn’t expect that shout from Sakyo, it spooked me a bit

. 10 million yens I had to make the change and it’s like 63,602 euros holy molly no wonder Tsuzuru’s like fuck and Izumi like double fuck

. Question nº1 Why did Sakyo act like bad guy? Do we know what response he hoped to get? Trying to scare Izumi? 

. Enjoyed the slap. That was stepping WAY over the line with the tricks.

. Also this game might have been just a tiny bit funnier funny had they been allowed to swear ksdhk

. Last condition being Izumi as the director now I’m like ok but what if she you know, had a job?? Did Sakyo expect her to leave it?

. Izumi is too good for Yukio there I said it

. Sakuya’s situation again tho oof, the fact he didn’t even tell their relatives?? And the FACT that he was already 2 days in right? My heart. The "thank you for calling for me” felt devastating. Feels like Sakuya reeeally didn’t want to even try to take any chances with them (ALSO crashing with friends?!! DIDN’T REMEMBER THAT!! Oh that’s a lot to take in)

. First time having his own room, I might really cry

. Masumi mentioning dating at this point wow, his vision is so… narrow I really feel conflicted, how lonely must you be to reach this point with someone you met on the same day

. In another universe where Masumi got paper kdhkfh  Tsuzuru and Citron roomies waaah, I think it’d have worked but yeah, who better than to learn to take care of others for masu than tsuzuru

. LEGEND OF CURRY. Gotta love Izumi’s “what can I possibly with these leftover….?? Mmm I don’k know… oh wait?? CURRY!” <- has if that wasn’t your only option ma’am/j

. Can I just mention that this might have possibly been the first dinner both Masumi and Sakuya might have spent with others feeling this content? I cry

. “Our scriptwriter-“ misumi grandpa right? I love already knowing stuff

. “Paying my own rent on (place) is just scary” aint that true when you first begin to live alone

. MASUMI AGAIN BEING A SAVAGE NO HE DID NOT CALL TSUZURU HOMELESS

. IZUMI KEEPING AT IT AS WELL

. “With all due respect, are you nut” kissing location again

. Honestly they were lucky Citron and Itaru where there on their 1st day

. Tsuzuru my BELOVED, still I’d be with Izumi here, they took their chances but that was better than nothing. Making a 2-hour-play is A LOT in week what the- He’s so amazing pls

. ACTOR WHO WAS EXCELLENT WITH FEMALE ROLESGHJ KAZUMI (I still have to read about the story but-) I LOVE U

. Itaru felt scary talking so… like that and unlike him now that we know him more. I would have run away sdnk poor izumi

. “Tsuzu became one with his pc” help I can’t imagine the pressureee. Question nº2 I can’t help but think if he had done stuff like this before?? Or was this the start of him overworking himself?

. The script is done awwwiieee!! A LOVED hearing him so happy!! His VA did such a good job seeming so relieved/happy for real

. This part was SO scary, somehow, his way of talking as well

. Did itaru just try to (I don’t know if I’m using the word correctly) gaslight izumi??

. Masumi was reaaally not having it with Sakuya, again you can see somehow the only-child/big bro in a huge family differences

. Sakuya knowing all that from Masumi it’s wow. He truly remembers stuff

. I’m curious that for all that Itaru seemed to be hiding, he didn’t seem that surprised when the rest found out he was a gamer. Or maybe he didn’t really hide but just, went on his business?

. Someone let Sakuya in the manzai duo, these 3 are hilarious (I had absolutely forgot that Yuzo was from the spring troupe?? Oh WOW that was something. Also he really went hard, it was needed tho)

. SLEEPOVER AWW

. FIRST PICTURE AWWWWWW!

. That situation felt like an asmr with little snoring noises ghjkl

. That the first thing Yuki does when he appears is to give each of them a nickname while taking note for the costumes is sending me

. OH citron, and this scene. Him being honest with his feelings about him probably not being the best choice broke me a bit.. and Izumi being like, “then ill protect you” SOB, first breathing moment for citron maybe in that aspect since he came to japan. I love their friendship so freaking much

. “When did this goofball start acting like a prince?” MMMM I don’t think he’s acting Izumi

. OH again bc the drama when Itaru says he’s leaving was skdjn. Izumi “WHAT, WHY??” (also me in my room knowing it was gonna happen: WHAT, WHY??”)

. Question nº 3 Itaru says something along the lines of wanting to say it now so they had plenty of time to change it before it was late but like, how far could they be? They had 1 month so 4 weeks, 1st week was for the script, let’s say this is somewhat by the end of the 2nd is when Yuzo comes and they sleep in the stage, in less than 2 weeks you want someone to change? A bit all over the place for my taste

. But also he’s just over the place himself look at him? And then the iconic family play kauhsdkjk this was the beginning. (I COULD STAND TRUSTING SOMEONE AGAIN I CRY)

. Related to Q3 I’m still so confused with chapter 20 bc they say they only have five weeks to go?? I need help understanding

. I have to say, have we ever seen Sakuya speaking like this later on? I feel there was so much at risk here too so maybe its bc of that but wow Sakuya so… raw, hit me more than I expected

. Chap 23 broke my heart, fav out of the episode so far I think. Sakuya is SO strong as a character. ALSO feeling the need to be loved in a place? Masumi can relate this time and citron as well with the family stuff

. SDFGHJK their fight with godza I was like, “Just u wait just u wait just u waiiiit”

. Tsuzuru is so freaking relatable, not just bc we all have our circumstances that sometime stop us from doing things but like, time passes by so so fast and I was told so many time as I grew up but like, it’s so true. More true than I think I understood. Each year passes by even faster and I blink and we are already in August oof

. KAZUNARI APPEARS AWW I loved his enthusiasm since the beginning (“He’s annoying” “Masumi I know. Quiet” FGHJKL)

. No but I have to say Kazunari saved half the spring play somehow. Aside from Itaru talking in his gameplays, because the fact that he informed this many people, helped with the TV… I love him

. I also loved Yuki buying one, he definitely saw how much the spring troupe put themselves out there

. I don’t really get what brought Masumi to suddenly act like that after hearing “don’t act for me” from Izumi… I mean I kinda do but mmm felt forced to bring up his situation?

. The fanclub always felt all over the place and toxic honestly

. Anyway I loved how they all gave their opinion on how they react with love to make Masumi see it’s not the end of the world.

. Ok I really, really liked how Masumi told her that it didn’t matter if her acting wasn’t good. It was about putting yourself out there and how much passion and work you gave. Good boy Masumi (also good for Izumi for mentioning a later talk about boundaries)

. First play IM SO EXCITED!! I also love that the main thing despite what’s at risk that Izumi wants them to have a good first experience above everything. I love her so so much for real. (Also Matsukawa sounds so pro on the intercom!) this is it

. “we can ditch this town and travel the world!” we’ve heard this 93849 times and I don’t say this in a bad way bc VA did an amazing job, you can truly see the differences up until the finale oof/pos

. Oh my GOD they did it oh my god im so freaking proud, I swear im so happy I got to experience this again they worked so freaking hard good job everyone!! (I forgot Masumi being speechless and it made me even more emotional if that’s possible bc I already sobbed when they thanked the audience)

. More asmr <3

. WE SOLD OUT LADIES GENTS AND NONBINARY FOLKS I'M SO HAPPY I LOVED THEM HUGGING ONE ANOTHER

. Now I forgot Itaru was hurt what a reality check. For someone who wanted to leave, hiding an injury to keep going is a lot. Also I adored Citron intervention and his tone of voice. He can see the change in Itaru but doesn’t want him to overdo it, I love him <3

. Sakyo you tsundereee

. Man chapter 34 is a sea of tears in here I don’t have the strength to talk about it.

. Sakyo yakuza with a heart of gold indeed!! And Muku and Tenma (snott-looking boy ajshkhdk) aw

This was a perfect 1sr episode!!💕💕💕

[hanrinz]

give your moots a valentine's day ship <3

❛ MOOTS VALENTINE'S DAY SHIP <3 ❜

༊*·˚ rosie's notes — okay okay so first of all, thank you nonnie for this ask & second i'm very sorry for my other moots i haven't added :( i tried my best to include all of you, but it's really hard & the ones who i wrote for were mostly the ones who i knew the best !!

+ for those who have received two characters, I can't really decide which one who goes with u better, so why not make it both?

༊*·˚ if you don't like this i would throw myself out of the window /hj if you're uncomfortable with this pls ignore it and you have the green light to bonk me in the head

@gettinshiggywithit with touya !!

༉‧₊˚ my first ever moot !! i'm pairing you up with dabi, wbk you'll get dabi! touya has never spent valentine's with anyone before and this would be his first time with you. he had planned it out a week before (he might have asked and research for things to do on valentine's, but that's not for u to worry about) and he's so nervous of what you might think about his idea. nonetheless, he had put so much effort in this particular day <33 he'll be giving you his famous hot chocolates that literally melts your tongue!! i now hereby declare that touya would give you matching rings :))

@popkorrn with akaashi !!

༉‧₊˚ love love love my fave moot of all time, you're my sun and the light of my world <33 i would've gone with yamaguchi, but u and akaashi would be so cute together!! please i hope u like this :') i feel like the both of you would be a fashion icon & imagine matching clothes together! the both of you are just being so adorable <33 and omg akaashi with acts of service and words of affirmation as his love language. he would be giving you all the love on this particular day & he just can't help himself fall in love with you more :(( hand holding with him on the street as the both of stroll and just spend time with each other. he has the softest smile on his face when you look at him!!

@uravichii with bakugou !!

༉‧₊˚ now hold on listen to me, i've been shipping the two of you since day one!! ik u like shinsou but idc lmao/j (i'm literally thinking of you and him as an old married couple fr) PLS katsuki would definitely bake you sweets for valentines (took extra classes for baking, when he's supposed to be sleeping early- he didn't tell u that) & when he gives it to you, he gets so shy??? and he would try to be so nonchalant about it too!! like "happy valentines day or whatever" but please give him a kiss on the cheeks as a thank you, he would be expecting it so much ;)

@suguful with shoto todoroki !

༉‧₊˚ vivi it's been so long :(( i'm pairing you up with the one and only shoto! he'll be giving you little gifts, like a matching bracelet with his color scheme on it and him with yours, he'll also be taking you out for a date or maybe simply just spend time with each other <33 omg and imagine hand kisses !! random hand & forehead kisses! by the end of the day, you'll be seeing something from your bag that looks like a love letter (he secretly slipped it while you were distracted)

@loving-august with childe !

༉‧₊˚ you & childe go together (we forgetting about scara & diluc for now🤭) mans would go all out for valentines day!! never expect less from THE eleventh fatui harbinger 😤 a bouquet of your favorite flowers? fuck that he had a field made of it just for you! sweets you say that are from another nation? no worries, he already contacted the owner of that confectionery to deliver boxes of it. or if you're not feeling any of it, he would gladly stay at home with you and cook your favorite meal <33 he's so sweet and tries his best to show you how much he appreciates you!

@escapenightmare with denki & reo mf mikage !!

༉‧₊˚ what can i say, i'm a multi-shipper. denki would literally burn you a playlist of songs that makes him remind of you :( and omg arcade dates with him!! you'll probably make it a competition (he'll get pouty every time you win lmao) and like !! physical touch with him he's so cute <33 okay we have talked about this! and reo would treat u like a royalty !! he would literally rent the whole amusement park just for you — honestly not just that,, whatever you wanted to do or go to he would just make a quick call and bam the both of you had a whole place to yourselves at your favorite cafe/restaurant, resort, island, maybe he would fly with you to paris because he's romantic & corny he loves you a lot <33

@kiiraes with kuroo !

༉‧₊˚ stop i literally just guessed that kuroo would be your fave 😭 I WAS SO GLAD anyways my rae bby, kuroo is a dork fr!! he would be using those table of elements pick-up lines "are you made of copper and tellurium?" because you're CuTe" he's so goofy. but fr he would take you out on a date, he would literally show up at your door in a tuxedo and a flower in his hands <33 or maybe the two of you would go on a trip on a beach house 🤭 he got the money okay? he would be the sweetest partner you could ever have!!

@angelshimaa with aone & kirishima !!

༉‧₊˚ i've gone with both aone & kiri <33 i couldn't decide which one so why not both? aone is so cute and very shy when he asked you to be his valentine :(( he would be standing outside your door with your favorite flower in one hand, he would give it to you without any words — the note attached to it says "my valentine?" please, say yes :(( & kiri would be taking u out on a date, he's so prepared for this day he got lots of things for you to do on that particular day! (imagine going on a picnic date with him !! all the food is valentine's theme — hearts, red, even your ship name was frosted at least one of them! he would give you a mini plushy of him <33

[starcrossedjedis]

hiii hiii i am back (on my searching for opla oc crumbs voyage bc my exam-taking ass needs to live through y’all rn), and again i would like to screech abt Sun bc umm?? how could you give her so much pain?? also i need to know more abt her power?? like what does the sairen sairen no mi do and is it the fruit that gave Sun her full name or is it just a coincidence since it sounds very much like siren (if that was intentional i would like to steal your brain for naming oc purposes thank you /j); pls and thank you and i hope you feel better soon!! (if you’re still feeling under the weather that is..?)

Oh babe you can come here for crumbs anytime, it be keeping the hyperfixation going 🤩

I hope you're doing well aside from the exam taking. I'm actually alright, even though rn I am feeling more under the uterus than the weather 😂

Let's preface today's deep dive by me reassuring you that you do not - not - wanna be me when it comes to naming OCs. Literally, for like the first week her name was "either Lya or Sun", followed by a few days of her being "probably Sun but WHAT THE FUCK AM I GONNA DO ABOUT HER LAST NAME???" 🤣

And THEN as I proceeded to look for her special power was when it all came together -

I knew I didn't want to give her a Haki (mostly because she is a Shanks!OC and he already is The Conquerer's Haki Dude), so devil fruit it was. I spent a day or so going up and down and back up the list of known devil fruits and didn't find a single one that tickled my pickle. But - like so many times over the past weeks - it was @bravelittleflower to the rescue, because she pointed me to the mythical zoan devil fruits who basically turn people who eat them into mythical creatures and I decided that "fuck it, Imma just make my own"

By that time I had already gotten it in my head that I wanted "Lya or Sun Whatever-The-Hell-her-name-is" to be a more feminine, sensual character (maybe because Nami, at least in the beginning, was a little too Not Like The Other Girls for my taste ^^'), so sth of the nymph/dryad/mermaid/siren variety seemed like an obvious choice.

Google translate told me the Japanese word for siren was "sairen", making her fruit the Sairen Sairen No Mi and my brain just took the jump from there to "Sun the Siren / Sairen Sun" and since I still hadn't found a last name I liked, I thought a moniker that was actually given to her in the brothel at Shells Town would be a great place holder. It also makes for a pretty great pirate name tbh. ^^

(she has a last name btw, a last name we will learn later on and it comes with ✨drama✨ attached)

When we start the story, Sun doesn't know who gave her the fruit and she isn't really all that clear on the true magnitude of her powers. When we meet her, she simply has to touch men (and probably some women, too 😏) and tell them what she wants them to do.

(that did come in handy when teenage!Sun was looking to avoid chores at the bar or when harbour whore Sun left the less savory clients with the distinct impression that putting their hands on themselves rather than her would be the height of extasy 😈)

Her power doesn't work in active fight situations, which is why she is also able to hold her own with knives (although Zoro sees a lot of room for improvement and - much to Sanji's dismay - takes it upon himself to train her xD).

Maybe it's also her power that makes it easy for her to make friendships (one of the reasons Nami doesn’t like her at first is a kind of envy at how easy it is for Sun to fit in with this new group of people while she has to keep her distance). It could be that it makes people more open to her, but it's actually sth that makes her less self assured rather than more, because there is always that little bit of doubt about wether people care about her or if it's just her power at play.

I am also looking to expand on her powers as the story progresses (one version of the "Sun and Shanks reunite" ideas especially has great potential for Shanks trying to teach her to really tap into her ability).

"And how exactly do I do that?" - "You use it on me." 🥵

[wonwooslibrary]

hello sam :D its ur secret santa again lols. since u asked, i'd like to be 🕯️anon (i love candles too much for my own good TT)

NO, BECAUSE I TOO WOULD LOVE TO GET INTO A KNIFE FIGHT WITH JEONGHAN, altho tbh i doubt he would stick by the rules. he does seem like the type of guy to bring a gun instead of a knife... it's why i simultaneously wanna become his best friend but also don't want to become his enemy. i also like to think i could beat joshua in a fistfight cus tbh what's he gonna do?? sing sunday morning??? nice try but nothing stops me from a good fight (/j). COMPARED TO EVERYBODY ELSE IN SVT HE SEEMS TO HAVE THE MOST PUNCHABLE FACE LMFAO. i'd be most scared to fight minghao though. HAVE U SEEN HIS PRE-DEBUT PHOTOS??? THERE'S NO WAY HE DIDN'T GET INTO FIGHTS REGULARLY

aside from that violent message (i'm so sorry.) i also wanted to mention ur impeccable taste!! the8 and the 12 shadows is such a unique concept i cannot stop thinking of joshua suffering in silence while drenched in water shshhshs. my personal faves have to be the ones where they're running around all over the place, like mousebusters. ALSO UR SO RIGHT ITS SO DIFFICULT TO CHOOSE A FAVOURITE BSIDE TT i spent two months deciding who was my bias sigh why did staining svt have to be so difficult TT

to end this off- here's a quick question for you. in your opinion, what are svt's best mv outfits? im super curious since i love clothes and fashion :D

take care of urself sam! make sure to drink water and take a nice long nap (we all deserve to relax)

lots of love,

🕯️anon

HELLO 🕯 anon !! i answered this once but tumblr broke </3 SO I HAVE TO RETYPE EVERYTHING 😭

my thing with the knife fight with jeonghan is...it would be a fist fight and he would bring a knife WHY IS HE LIKE THIS 

(also violence <33 /j) AND my hate love relationship with joshua agrees with u abt him having a very punchable face (also ur right all of svt have very punchable faces esp jeonghan, joshua and chan lmaoo) though I WOULD LOOOVE to have an argument with seungkwan, i feel like i would absolutely destroy him (probs with a ur mom joke or something idek)

i have learned that if i have a hard time picking a bias in a group and i love all of the members so equally that i can’t think abt choosing, then they are ready for ult group status!! this happened to me with: bts, svt, oneus, twice, got7, nct and shinee! though, i do still have biases in the groups (seokjin, junhui, hwanwoong, jeongyeon, jay b, taeil, jonghyun) but i don’t really ult nct or shinee anymore. 

SVT MV OUTFITS OKAY BET: 24H!!!! (theres a scene with seungkwan and his outfit is so fire) and call call call, don’t wanna cry (jun’s outfit is what made me stan svt), oh my!, hit, fear, and ready to love!!!! also HOT!!! but pls wonwoo burn that green suit it’s not it xoxo

MY TURN FOR A QUESTION which svt member do you think is most/least likely to pass a class, but fail the final exam so they have to take the class again? (me in my sociology class next week lol) 

and DON’T WORRY!!! i take naps like every day and finals will not interrupt that schedule <33 if you’re taking finals pls take care of yourself when studying & good luck!!! <3333

love and svt (huh, that’s the same thing...),

sammie !!!! 🌙

[meltwonu]

12. “Don’t be so rough. there cant be any marks.”

13. “I really don’t care. You still look hot and i’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”

72. “You don’t need to cover up the bruises/hickeys.”

notes; idol!jeonghan, manager!reader, brat!(cocky)jeonghan, dirty talk, degradation, cum eating, dacryphilia(crying) kink. First off daylight savings has my ass kicked completely dkjdjf ☠️ also for those of u that don’t have to deal with it, that just means that my fic posting time (7PM PST) might look weird to yall since we shifted forward an hour!! and second of all i love the ‘manager trying to tame an unruly idol’ trope so bad LMAO 😭💕 idk what it is but it do be hittin different 😮‍💨😮‍💨 As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

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“D–don’t be so rough… There c-can’t be any marks…”

Jeonghan can only chuckle against your skin; breath hot and muffled as he laps at the column of your neck before nibbling on the skin.

“I really don’t care... You still look hot and I’m trying to not fuck you senseless right now.”

He grinds against you - cock straining against his stage pants as you mewl and tremble against the makeup vanity he had you pressed up against.

Jeonghan had a reputation for being flirty amongst the idols and you’d been assigned to be his manager - although, you’d quickly learned why all of his previous managers had quit within the first week that you’d spent with him.

“S–stupid, you–you have to f-finish getting your makeup d-done and–and do rehearsals…”

“So? We have time. C’mon, manager, play with me~ Or would you rather I go find someone else to play with, hmm?”

Your cheeks are warm and the slight annoyance that comes with Jeonghan’s comment makes you bite your bottom lip.

He knew how to push every single one of your buttons.

“This is w-why you’re always getting in trouble, ‘Han…” Mumbling, your eyes follow Jeonghan’s blonde head until he pulls back and his lust-filled eyes are meeting your own.

He smirks; hands already on the waistband of your skirt as you gasp.

“If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t had to go find someone else to play with since you became my manager~ So, I’d like to think you’re doing your job quite nicely~”

“Ngh… Fuh–fuck…”

Your body rocks between the vanity and Jeonghan’s own body as you avoid staring at your blissed out face in the mirror - Jeonghan’s cocky smirks and teasing chuckles making your entire body shiver.

“Everyone praises you, y’know?” Jeonghan angles his thrusts perfectly so that the head of his cock slams into your g-spot. “They always talk about how good you are at your job - how good you were for ‘taming’ me since I was gettin’ a little too… troublesome~ It’s so cute~”

You bite down on the sleeve of your shirt to keep in your loud cries; walls clamping down on his cock with each sharp snap of his hips.

“Ah, but what would they do if they knew that it was me ‘taming’ you, princess? Always spreading those pretty legs of yours for me so we can play~ I’ve fucked your pretty ‘lil cunt in every room of this building, haven’t I?”

“J–Jeonghan... Ngh, pl–please...”

Your words and pleas are muffled against the fabric of your sleeve - tears gathering on your waterline when you start to feel his cock throbbing inside of you.

“Always so ready for me - so fuckin’ wet and hot when I slide my cock into your pussy... Once rehearsals are over, I wanna play with you again, okay~? I’m gonna cum so deep inside this cunt right now and I want you to be good and make sure to not let a single drop go to waste~”

You let out muffled cries as his pace doubles; walls clenching around him hard when you feel him starting to cum inside of you. 

“J–Jeonghan, mmngh...!”

The warmth spreads inside of your body as he unloads all of his cum inside of you and it’s enough to throw you over the edge as you follow suit and cum with him - unable to mask your cries as you double over against the vanity.

“Ah, you feel so good, princess~ Sucking my cock in deeper while you cum with me~ Show me how good you feel~” He teases.

You let out choked cries as blissful tears stream down your face; thighs shaking as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm until the two of you are finally coming down.

But Jeonghan doesn’t stop there when he forces your head up - your eyes meeting your fucked out expression in the mirror as you hiccup.

“Aww, look at how cute you look crying from me fucking you so good, princess~” 

He leans over your shoulder; lips kissing the shell of your ear as you moan tiredly.

A stuttered breath leaves your lips when you feel him slowly pull out - his fingers quickly at your entrance as he thrusts two of them in.

“J–Jeonghan, I–hic–I can’t...!”

He thrusts and scissors the fingers - pushing his cum further into your pussy as you cry out for him.

“So cute~ So cute when I’m ruining you~”

Jeonghan finally pulls his fingers out and it’s not long before those same fingers are in front of your face.

“Lick them clean for me, princess~ I want you to see how obedient you are for me~”

Your tongue peeks out from between your swollen lips; lapping at his fingers that are covered in a mixture of your wetness and his cum.

You momentarily watch your reflection in the mirror - bite marks on your neck and drying tears on your cheeks as you whimper and clean off his fingers as quickly as you can before you’re trying to push him away to cover yourself up.

“Awww, princess, you don’t need to cover up the hickeys~”

“S–shut up... I–I can’t let anyone s–see the–the bite marks...”

You avoid his piercing gaze in the mirror’s reflection; eyes downcast to the floor as you bite your bottom lip.

You could already feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs.

And Jeonghan is quick to notice, tsk-ing at you while he starts to redo the button and zipper of his pants.

“Ah, what a waste. You know, I’ll be thinking about that all day now especially after what I said... Mm, what a shame~ You know I tend to act out when I don’t get what I want~”

“J–Jeonghan...”

He licks his lips watching as you squirm; no doubt from the sticky feeling between your legs.

“That’s okay, though~ You’ll take care of me - won’t you, manager?”

[thekidsarentalright]

Fob Survey Results (Year 2)

So, a few weeks ago i released a survey asking a bunch of fob related questions, as i had also done the year before, just trying to see if much had changed from last year as well as asking some new questions i was curious about! a little over 400 responses later, and here are the results, all under the ‘read more’ for easier viewing! pls enjoy (and rb bc i spent a while on this lol)

(possible little disclaimer is that some of these graphs have a Lot of data on them, which can make them kinda hard to look at lol, i did my best to make them easy to view but like... ur fault for responding like that (/j)!)(also another disclaimer is that this is kinda a long read but it’s worth it i prommy) Question #1:

Question 1 is very simple, just asking what era people became fans. The top 3 eras people became fob fans were: 1. Abap era (With 28.7%) 2. Srar era (With 24.1%) 3. Mania era (With 17.6%) Now, this is in line with last year’s survey and how a majority of people (on here) became fans after the hiatus! Each era (except pre-tttyg era) had at least one vote going for it, though, which i feel says a lot abt fob’s power throughout their musical eras and their ability to retain interest in their fans. Question #2:

Question 2 is another rather simple one, just asking what your favorite studio album is. The top 3 results go as follows: 1. Folie a deux (With 40.6%) 2. Infinity on high (With 22.7%) 3. From under the cork tree (With 16.5%) This is literally the same order as it was last year, and I am not surprised at all! The love for folie on here is strong, and i think we can stop calling it an underrated album now after seeing this <3  Question #3:

Question 3 is asking which EP of fob’s is your favorite, and the results goes as follows: 1. Lake effect kid (W 31.5%) 2. My heart will always be the b-side (With 26.4%) 3. Pax Am Days (With 22.4%) Once again, this order is exactly the same as last years order. What struck me the most about these results, however, is how many people didn’t know any of the EP’s, or hadn’t heard them enough to have an opinion, as that was 10.8% of the responses.  Question #4:

Question 4 is a new question this year, so i don’t have data from last year to refer to, unfortunately, but here are the top 3 results of your guys’ favorite eras: 1. Save rock and roll (With 31%) 2. From under the cork tree (With 20.2%) 3. Infinity on high (With 19%) I had no idea what to expect from this, honestly. For a bit mania era was winning, at one point it looked like abap could, but in the end srar won out, which thinking about it now isn’t too surprising. Most surprising to me, honestly, is that tttyg era didn’t get more votes!

Question #5:

Question 5 is asking which member of the band is your personal favorite, and the results of this question are: 1. Patrick (With 52%) 2. Pete (With 27.3%) 3. Joe (With 11.9%) 4. Andy (With 8.8%) These results are the exact same, more or less, as they were in last years survey. A majority of us are patrick girls... and I am not surprised by that at all lmao. but i know we can also all agree that we love each member of the band very much <3 Question #6:

(On this question and the next one i forgot to delete the words ‘count of’ from the graphs don’t worry abt it shhh) Question 6 is an interesting one, to me, asking which fob related artist is your favorite! I based the options off of write in responses from the Last survey, as well as the genre of the artist, and if they had ever worked w fob before, and here are the results!: 1. My chemical romance (With 48.3%) 2. Paramore (With 12.2%) 3. Cobra starship (With 11.6%) Like last year, my chem came out on top with a very wide margin, and i was not surprised by this at all lmaooo. Paramore was also second last year, but cobra hadn’t cracked the top 3, which is interesting to me that they did this year!  Question #7:

Question 7 is also a new question this year, and one i was very interested in asking! Here are the top 3 songs: 1. Sugar, we’re goin down (With 31.3%) 2. My songs know (With 13.4%) 3. Centuries (With 9%) Now, i feel as if these three aren’t too surprising, though i am genuinely surprised uma thurman wasn’t higher up. A grand majority of the songs submitted for this question were singles, songs you’d hear on the radio or see first when you search for fob’s music, hence why the results aren’t surprising, but still interesting! Question #8:

Question 8 is where we start getting into the Very divided questions, which makes the graphs look a Little crazy lmao. Everybody seems to have very different opinions on their person favorite song, which is cool! Here are your top 3 personal favorite songs: 1. Disloyal order (With 7.7%) 2. Ginasfs (With 6.8%) 3. Headfirst slide (With 5.8%) Now, this is when things are also gonna start to get interesting, because last year i Just asked for your favorite song, not specifying between personal favorite and best. But, for that question last year, disloyal order Also was first (no one is surprised), but hum hallelujah and coffee’s for closers fell into second and third. This time, for this question, those two were fourth and fifth.  Question #9:

Question 9 goes in direct tandem with the last one, as this one is asking for objectively which fob song you think is the best, not which is you favorite, which has resulted in these top three answers: 1. Disloyal order (With 10.7%) 2. Hum hallelujah (With 8.6%) 3. Headfirst slide (With 6.4%) So, disloyal order and headifrst slide are in the same positions as the last question, but ginasfs has been replaced by hum hallelujah, which i found really interesting. And from last years question of favorite song, hum hallelujah has come back. Another interesting thing was how different the answers After third were, with some singles showing up.  Question #10:

Question 10 is asking which fob song you personally felt was underrated, which is the only question to produce a tie in the end. I left this survey open for many extra days because of this tie... and it never got broken. I thought about just inserting my own opinion in to break the tie, but decided ultimately to just present the data as is: 1. You’re crashing, but you’re no wave (With 4.4%) 2. Pavlove = Sunshine riptide = From now on we are enemies (With 4.1%) 3. Champagne for my real friends (With 3.1%) As you can see by the percentages, even without the tie the results of this one were very close the entire time. Had no clue who’d come out on top. In looking back at last year, you’re crashing was also #1 then, with from now on we are enemies being tied at #2 then as well. The other 3 songs, however, are new this year! Question #11:

Question 11 goes hand in hand with 10, as it’s asking the reverse of which song is the most overrated, and here are the results: 1. Centuries (With 25.9%) 2. My songs know (With 9.5%) 3. Sugar, we’re goin down (With 8%) These results are very funny and not at all surprising to me, as they are pretty much exactly what they were last year, and are also the same results as the question asking what the first song you heard was. Also, almost every single one of these songs are singles, from abap, which is interesting to me. Question #12:

Question 12 is a bit of a lighter one after all those controversial questions about songs, this one is just asking if you’ve seen fob live, and the results are: 1. Yes (With 50.6%) 2. No (With 49.4%) This was a new question this year, and was extremely close the entire time the survey was open. For a while, they were tied, but last minute the tie got broke. It’s kinda cool to me that a (Very slim) majority of us have seen fob live, and hopefully the other 49% will also get to do so eventually too <3 Question #13:

Question 13 is asking you to pick between champion and immortals, two fob songs generally regarded as people’s least favs. In this pair up, immortals (with 62.5%) beat out champion (with 37.5%) by a pretty wide margin. Last year, this result was the same. Question #14:

Question 14 is once again putting two songs up against each other, and with this pairing i just wanted two songs that seemed very well loved to fight it out. This was very close the whole time, but in the end what a catch (with 53.4%) beat out from now on we are enemies (with 46.6%). This is interesting bc earlier you all said from now on we are enemies was underrated... more so than what a catch. Question #15:

Question 15 is another pairing, once again of very well loved songs (two songs that were voted as underrated in the last survey as well). It was never close with these two, the whole time headfirst slide (with 66.5%) was beating you’re crashing, but you’re no wave (with 33.5%). I guess you’re crashing Really is underrated damn Question #16:

Last, but not least, we have question 16 asking about the song with the best lyrics. Last year, this question was an open ended one asking for your favorite lyric. That resulted in chaos and me working on the results for that one question for about 4 hours. I love myself too much to do that again, so this question was born, and the results are as follows: 1. Hum hallelujah (With 10.9%) 2. Ginasfs (W 5.6%) 3. You’re crashing, but you’re no wave = Disloyal order (With 4.7%) I wasn’t too surprised by these results, as they’re basically a mashup of all the top 3 songs from the two questions of favorite and best songs. This song also has some of the most variety of any question, which is pretty cool to me. With that, that’s all the survey results displayed and explained a little! Hope you all find this as interesting as i do! Feel free to send me asks about any of this, as now i got two years of data to talk about lol. Mwah <3

[allywritesforfun]

hii! Could i pls request a j/10: first kiss with cc!Eret with the reader and them being on a streamer party and they flirted a lot in the past months, dancing around each other and now they finally met each other at the party? After dancing for a bit, Eret asked the reader if they wanna chat for a bit on the balcony and thats were they kiss? <3 you are amazing <3

eek omg and I saw your follow up message and ofc <3 no worries at all. I literally stopped watching Netflix for this because this is so big brained! I LOVE IT.

thank you for the event request! how to request for the event here.

{First Kiss} cc!Eret X Reader

pronouns: not mentioned

word count: 2219

trigger warnings: sitting on and ledge, night club vibes, swearing

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You leaned back in your chair in a deep sigh. The chair floated off the ground just for a second before rebalancing it. You stretched your legs out and propped your arms behind your head, "Did you get invited to that streamer party? I don't even know who's hosting it anymore. It's at the Twitch Headquarters in San Fran?"

Eret combed his hand through his hair, "Yeah, I got invited. I'm assuming you did?"

You smiled and nodded, "Yeah I did. You gonna go?"

He shrugged through the screen, "Thinking about it... I just wanted to see if certain people were going before I made a decision."

"Elaina going?" You fiddled with your ring.

He shook his head, "She has something else to go to."

You chuckled, "I see, you were waiting to see if I was going."

Eret huffed, "Sure... you can't prove a thing."

"Well I'm going, with or without you, pretty boy."

You looked up to see him trying to hide their smile and getting a flushed look to their cheeks, "I'll go too."

You two sat in silence for a while. You spoke up, "This is gonna be our first time meeting up."

He nodded, "It is, isn't it? Well that's exciting."

You smiled, "It is. I finally get to meet the man behind the screen."

"You're telling me," His deep voice soothed your nerves. Just thinking about meeting him, finally getting that long awaited hug was enough to make your stomach turn. "I get to meet the mystery of yourself. You talk all this big shit about how great you are, you better live up to you."

"Oh I'll live up to it, just you wait," You scoffed. "In fact. I'm gonna go and get packing. The party is in less than a week and you know people are gonna get upset if we don't film something together."

"Okay y/n. Have a nice night," Eret told you.

"Goodnight, Eret," You ended the call and typed a quick "<3" in chat.

The next few days were spent organizing and planning. You lived outside of San Francisco, so Eret offered you to stay the night at his place, that way you wouldn't have to make a long drive late at night or get some over-priced hotel.

The day of the party, you got up super early. By the looks of it, there wasn't gonna be anywhere to get ready before the party. You ate a small breakfast, did your routine, and picked out your best outfit that you were positive was gonna impress Eret.

Eret has only seen you in lounge wear. You weren't the type to get all fancy to be on screen. You preferred being comfortable, it helped you be more natural.

It was a longer drive, but you made sure you didn't waste your energy putting on a mini-concert for yourself. You arrived at the party sometime later. You parked a little ways away, that way it would be easier to get out of, plus you can't parallel park.

You set your phone on your trunk and did a few touch ups, making sure that you looked exactly how you wanted too. Once satisfied, you strutted your way to the building.

im here where are you?

eret 👑<3: uh... somewhere on the dance floor. I got turned around. im tall it's hard to miss me

You sighed, how is he already dancing? The party started like ten-minutes ago. You put your thoughts to the back of your head and walked through the double doors and headed upstairs.

The party room was easy to find. The music could be heard from hallways away and the strobe lights peaked from under the door. You headed over to the bouncer and flashed your ID. He gave you a stamp on your hand and opened the glass door.

You found the closet and wrapped your keys and wallet into your jacket, tucking it in a corner.

You felt awkward walking around, trying to find the main area. You didn't know anyone at this party besides Eret. A few people waved at you and said hi, but no one that you talked to regularly.

You turned the corner and there was no doubt that you found the dance floor. There was Eret, the center of attention, literally stealing the show. He had a circle around him, a few people were recording.

You leaned against the wall. Seeing him be so social made you even more nervous. You weren't the type to get involved in things like that. You stayed off to the side and admired his movements. God, he was so pretty. He looked like he came from some modeling company.

You've always had a thing for Eret. What started off as harmless flirting out of boredom developed into the only relationship that you would want on the planet. Seeing him in person just made you fall for him more.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand on your waist, pulling you close to them. You looked up and locked eyes with Eret. If this wasn't some "love at first sight" scene, then you didn't know what it was. You couldn't even pay attention to what he was saying to you, all you could focus on was those bright, beautiful eyes.

His hand grabbed yours and brought it up, signaling for you to spin. You shyly shook your head 'no' and laughed.

"Don't tell me you came to a party and you're not even gonna dance. Come dance with me!" He urged.

How could you say no to him? "A 'hello' would be nice before you just snatch me," You told him.

"Hello's are for strangers!" He yelled over the crowd noise, "Now stop stalling and get over here with me!"

You tried grounding your feet, but you were just no match to his strength. You gave up on resisting and let him take your hand and lead you to the center.

He immediately started swaying his body, moving your hands with his, trying to get you to move a little bit. You couldn't help but blush at how romantic this was and how embarrassed you felt. You don't dance. Period. Eret was like some undercover pro.

You started to feel the music more and copied Eret's motions. After a song or two, you really started feeling yourself and let loose. Rather you follow his lead, he was following yours. Both of you were surprised that you unlocked this side of you.

You kept your distance from him as long as you could, until you accidentally got pushed into his chest. Your first instinct was to back up, but Eret's hand on your back kept you in place, close to him.

You two barely said any words to each other, but it felt like in the couple songs that you've danced to, that you've had a million conversations. You could feel yourself getting hotter by the second. There were so many people around you and being this close to Eret made you all different types of flustered.

He leaned down, his breath tickling your neck, "Do you wanna go get some water and chat on the balcony for a bit?"

You nodded, stepping away. Eret kept his hand on your back, making sure that you wouldn't get stolen away from him. You stopped at the coolers and tossed him up a water and he led you to the outside balcony.

It was a huge balcony, but there were no tables. You really didn't want to look up at Eret for this long, you knew your neck was gonna start hurting. Luckily, the edge was nice and wide, enough for you to safely sit on. You hopped up, Eret stayed standing in front of you.

"I didn't even know this place had a balcony," You commented.

"I didn't either," Eret told you. "I overheard some people talking about it before you arrived."

You took a gulp of water, "If you can't tell, I don't go out much."

"For not going out much you sure can get down."

You laughed and looked away, hoping that it was dark enough to hide your blush, "I don't think I've seen a big city from this high up before."

"If you wanna get a better look I'll hold you so that you can hang your feet over."

This fucker knew exactly what he was doing and it was not fair, but you couldn't let your nerves get in the way of missing out on an opportunity like this.

You kicked your shoes off, "Don't want those landing on someone's car..." You slowly brought your knees up and looked at Eret. He took a step closer, ensuring you that you were safe with him.

If your mother could see you now: at some party with influencers, stories in the sky with some hot guy you've never met, trusting him enough to hang over the edge.

You carefully swung your feet over, letting gravity pull them down. You felt Eret snake his hands around your waist, locking his hands in front you.

"Everything looks so small from up here," You commented.

He chuckled and leaned in closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder, "Now you know how I feel when I look at you."

You lightly elbowed him, "Knock that shit off. You promised me no short jokes."

"Sorry, sorry," He apologized. "It was such a great opportunity. Have you had the chance to explore the city yet? There's a lot of great shops around."

You shook your head, "I wanted to go exploring with someone special."

"Special?" Eret questioned. "Got anyone in mind?"

You smiled and leaned back into him, "I guess we'll have to see in the morning." Your hand slowly made its way down to his. Once he noticed, he opened his ups, allowing you to slide in.

"You know..." He started. "Never mind-that's stupid to say."

You chuckled, "No, tell me! You can't start and not finish."

He shook his head, "It's cliche, just forget I said anything. Have you been enjoying your night?"

You nodded, "Yeah I have, I would be enjoying it more if you finish that sentence."

"You're really gonna make me say it?" He whispered into your ear.

You nodded, "You've intrigued me, Eret."

He took back one of his hands and rubbed his face, "It was something stupid, like: 'You light up my world like the way the lights light up the city'. Like, of course the lights light up the city, they're called city lights-that’s how it works."

You bursted out laughing, "That's stupidly sweet, Eret. Thank you."

Your hands left him as you balanced yourself to turn back towards him. He kept close, standing between your legs with his hands on either side of you. You both smiled at each other, the awkward eye contact making you both laugh.

"I didn't think that this was how we would meet," He admitted. "I thought it was gonna be some random day or VidCon."

"Yeah..." You replied, looking down at the ground.

Eret held your cheek, making you look back at him, "Penny for your thoughts?"

You shrugged, "It's just crazy y'know? This whole streamer thing. I didn't think I would end up getting this far and being able to meet amazing people like you."

He smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear, "We gotta get you a better camera then. You look way better in person than on camera."

You dipped your head down and pressed it against his chest, hiding your blush, "You need to stop doing that."

"Doing what?" He asked you.

"We're not on camera y'know. You don't need to keep the act up."

He gently grabbed your chin. He didn't force you to look up, instead pressed your forehead against his. "This was never an act," He whispered. "I've wanted to have a night out with you like this since the first month we started talking. I've waited so long for this... I think we both did."

You rubbed his cheek with your thumb, "Yeah, I did too."

His hand moved to your side, gently rubbing it in sync with you, "Can I kiss you?"

Instead of replying, you moved your free hand to behind his neck, pulling him in and connecting your lips. His lips were even softer than you imagine. At first, it was slow and gentle, but you've two waited so long for this moment. Eret straightened up and reached at your back, pulling you closer to him. Your lips hungrily moved in sync with his. You scooted as close as you could to him, wrapping your legs around his waist. His hand gripped at you, gently massaging your head. You pulled away, in desperate need of air. He chased your lips, but got the hint that you needed a break. He kissed your cheek and pulled you tightly into his chest.

"You should stay for a while," Eret offered. "Elaina wouldn't mind. I don't want you to leave yet. Just for a couple more days, two days isn't enough."

You nodded, "I'm staying until you kick me out."

He laughed, kissing your forehead one last time, "Better get used to me then."

[helenazbmrskai]

Shush

Wow. I think this is the filthiest and the most messed up shit I’ve ever written in my whole life send me holly water pls (after you enjoyed reading this duh) I don’t know how this idea popped up in my mind one night but yeah don’t come at me.

💊Title ‹ Shush ›

💊Pairing ‹ Jimin x OC (f) ›

💊Genre ‹ adopted brother au, forbidden/unhealthy romance, smut, angst › 

💊Summary ‹ Forbidden fruit always taste the sweetest and when the fruit comes in the form of an innocent boy it’s even sweeter. ›

💊Warnings ‹ emotional manipulation, discussions about an incurable disease, unhealthy relationship dynamics, some fluff, multiple smut scenes filthy so be aware!, mention (and brief description) of sexual fantasies, sub! Jimin, soft domme! OC, teasing, mention of porn watching, brief imagined masturbation, corruption kink, first time, virgin! Jimin, blowjob, handjob, good boy Jiminie, jealous OC, oral (f), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do this be safe!), exhibitionism, marking/biting, almost getting caught, dirty talk, riding, pls keep in mind that this is only fiction! don’t do this folks ›

💊Word count ‹ 6k ›

💊Masterlist

Brushing the snowflakes off my coat’s shoulder, I take a look around the spacious living room soaking in the warmth and waiting for my fingers to defrost, hearing nothing besides the wind that blows outside. Checking the clock on the wall I recall that mom should be still at work at this time around, nothing’s new.

I silently make my way upstairs then halting once I’m in front of Jimin’s bedroom door that has a big J on it. Mom would be upset if she knew I didn’t check on him first thing when I got home so I knocked once then twice before I heard muffled noises from the other side and the shuffle of sheets followed by a loud bang of something hard suddenly hitting the ground. The sound itself quite concerningly rings in your ears.

”Are you alright?” I place my palm on the wooden surface concentrating on the noises that I faintly hear filtering through the door, biting down on my lip as I still didn’t get an answer from him.

”Ok. I’m coming in!” I tell him after a couple of seconds of silence, I gave him enough time to yell out that he’s fine. I’m ready to burst through the door when his voice squeaks out a tiny unconvincing ’I’m good.’ but my hand is already on the doorknob. His body lays slightly off the bed when I enter his room, the bed under him is unmade and his hair is dishevelled sticking to different angles from all the tossing and turning looking soft, wearing only a thin white shirt and pyjama pants to bed. Probably haven’t gotten up from it all day.

”You fell off the bed again?” I chuckle, sending him an amused look spiced with an arched eyebrow – it’s not the first time I see him in this position – shaking my head from side to side, though my eyes reveal that I’m not angry just amused. I grab both his knees and help him to lay flat against the pillows just like he was most likely laying before. His eyes glow like a lightstick with a beaming smile on his face.

”Y/N, you’re home early.” Arching up a brow himself he situates his body to rest his back against the headboard interrogating the cause of my early arrival with a slightly hoarse voice. Jimin looks into a specific direction frequently enough for me to spot his staring. I reply to his statement with a roll of my eyes brushing his hair gently to the side after I checked he indeed has no fever. Giving him the benefit of the doubt that I have no idea he’s trying to hide something I smile back.

I scan through his room hoping to find out by the order of things are placed what he was doing before I got home, it’s easy to spot the differences since I’m the one who usually cleans in here but besides his laptop that sits on the far end of the bed instead of the desk, nothing else seems out of place.

”Why? Were you doing something you shouldn’t be?” I grin, at first the question was intended to be innocent but watching how Jimin’s face contorts into a scandalized look I know he’s up to no good. His expression soon gets replaced with shyness unintentionally a boyish blush spreads across his rosy cheeks. It gets me even more curious.

He gained some weight over the past weeks so his features are almost healthily filled out, the new medication seems to work better than the doctors had anticipated and right now he has minimal symptoms.

Mom must be pleased by the outcome, he regained so much colour to his pale skin too. I witnessed all his ups and lows, I still remember the day I met him. He was in a bad shape, bedridden, so pale and skinny like a skeleton. He couldn’t even sit up on his bed to greet me and when he opened his eyes hearing my mom’s voice calling out to him I came face to face with his teary eyes, hands grabbing his chest to ease the pain that he felt crawling his way up from under his ribcage as a silent tear rolled down his cheeks. He got better when mom decided to take him out of the care system and switched doctors to look after his further treatment.

I regarded him as a responsibility at the beginning of our relationship made sure he took his medication between meals just like my mother instructed. Cleaned his room and made him food when my mother was busy with work. She’s a nurse at the local hospital, she left me alone with him a lot, her job consumes a lot of her time so I had to take care of him almost every day after school even had to take a few days off so I can stay at home when his condition started to get worse and he needed more supervision than usual.

Be that as it may, he had his better days that I started to like so much, spending time with him stopped being an obligation and instead, the time spent together started to be the highlights of my days.

Listening to his angelic laugh, having him listen to me talking about my day. No boy or man ever paid this much genuine attention to me, only him. He has his eyes only on me.

His fierce response makes me come to my senses, dragging me out of my own consuming thoughts.

”Of course not!” He defensively spats my hands away when I try to pinch his cheeks. He looks very pretty when the sun shines on his face. He looks like an angel.

”Oh really? I guess it’s fine then to show me your laptop’s search history. How about right now?” I move faster than he can snatch the device so I’m able to get it and open his tab before he even lets a leg down to plant his feet on the ground.

However, I was not expecting to find something this interesting in his log history. Looking between the screen and his red face I tilt my head to the side seemingly deep in my thoughts. It’s not that I never acknowledged the fact that he’s a man in his mid-twenties and because of his unfortunate susceptibility to having a systemic autoimmune disease he never had the chance to socialise like it’s a norm for most people. The only other’s he meet day by day are my mother and I since he can’t go out because of his photosensitivity.

Maybe I could blame the stars that never flickered out of his naive eyes for the past ten years I’ve known him for not thinking that Jimin could have dirty thoughts. Well, this porn page clearly states otherwise.

I know it’s inappropriate to think about Jimin, my adopted brother, in this way but I can’t find it in me to stop the spiralling thoughts.

Wondering if he masturbates while watching these videos when I’m in school. How he grabs his cock with shaky hands, cute fingers coated in his precum. Wondering if he uses the same hand to hold mine innocently after he did dirty things to himself. I subconsciously rub my thighs together to ease some of the tension that gathered between my thighs, even fantasising about him makes me feel hot.

I feel bad thinking about him inappropriately when he’s sick but I can’t seem to feel the shame when I look directly into his bright eyes now. The rational part of my brain screams that it’s inappropriate even though we are not blood-related.

Heck, not at all as mom adopted him when his last remaining family member, his father died ten years ago.

Jimin’s facial expression is like an open book I read him so well. Poor boy can’t even lie everything he thinks about is apparent on his pretty face.

Afraid that I’ll call him names he lowers his gaze, waiting for me to tell him that I’m disappointed and disgusted by him now that I discovered his dirty little secret that he rubs one out to porn but oh boy he has no idea. That I think about him in a way a sister shouldn’t. That there is nothing wrong with being curious. He has all the right to be. It’s easy to forget he’s older than me when I’m the more experienced one in everything.

”Hey it’s ok,” I get to my previous position, sitting down on the edge of his bed right next to his waistline. I curl a finger under his chin to level his face with mine, showing him a small smile indicating that everything’s gonna be alright.

”I watch porn sometimes too, there’s nothing to be ashamed of here Jiminie. It’s only natural to be curious about it. It’s human nature.” He avoids making eye contact but a tiny nod in my direction shows me that he’s listening.

”If you want I promise I’ll forget that this ever happened. Do you want that honey?” Nudging his pinky with mine I offer him the chance to change the topic to something light.

”You won’t tell mom about it, right?” Nodding my head in agreement I assure him that this piece of information can be our secret and no one has to know that this conversation ever happened. It appears to calm him down gradually as he finally reciprocates my gaze and sighs in relief. What you didn’t expect to hear after that, however, was an explanation of why he started watching porn.

”I want to know how it feels.” Jimin admits shyly, looking around to avoid my eyes as he tells me his hidden thoughts and I find him truly endearing. The previous tense atmosphere seems to completely fade away as Jimin relaxes his muscles against the bedsheet and opens up his heart.

”What? Sex?” I asked, watching his reactions closely as I experimentally place my palm above his right knee. An innocent touch.

Jimin shivers into the contact but other than that nothing remarkably changes in his behaviour or posture. He pays careful attention to not let his feelings show up on his otherwise expressive face. Cute. Sooner or later I’ll know how he really feels about my advances as he can’t keep pretending for long. He was never good at it.

”Yes. They seem to like it so much when I’m watching those videos.” Humming approvingly I rest a manicured nail at the edge of his waistband, this earns a sharp inhale of breath but he doesn’t try to remove my touch that indicates he’s not uncomfortable with me touching him. He doesn’t seem bothered, just a little sheepish.

”You know, a video is nothing compared to the real thing.” I let a single finger slide under his shirt drawing circles into his hipbone eyes watching the way his chest moves up and down a little faster at that.

”What a shame that you don’t know pretty girls to have sex with.” Deciding it’s time to remove my hand I’m letting the limb fall to my side lazily. Jimin’s lips immediately form a pout after I stop making advances on his body, showing me that he was expecting something more. All this time I thought he doesn’t see me like I see him but maybe I was wrong assuming that. Gaining confidence I decide it’s time to push his buttons a little more.

”I’m sure girls would form long lines to get into your pants baby. I wouldn’t be surprised since you are so pretty.” The praise makes his ears bright red, mother did a good job with giving him a boyish undercut a good fashion choice to leave the tips longer so I can easily comb my fingers through it, curling a few strays behind his ears.

”Y-Y/N.” A breathy moan leaves his lips as I kiss the underside of his jaw on impulse, finding stability by grabbing onto his thighs to lean closer and breathe in his clean scent. I push him against the headboard but he doesn’t mind it at all, too lost in the moment, feeling my lips on his throat to register any pain.

I pull away slightly to reconnect our eyes. Jimin licks his dry lips, not having anyone to talk to until I arrived home, he kept his mouth shut only feeling now how dry his throat is all of the sudden.

A ghost of a smile appears in the corner of my mouth as I realise Jimin is watching my lips not even trying to conceal his desire to have another taste of the forbidden fruit. This is so wrong but his lips are so light against mine, afraid that if I apply pressure somehow this moment will end and I don’t want this to ever end but as the saying goes, nothing lasts forever in life.

The magical moment ends when I hear my mother’s voice from downstairs. ”Y/N, Jimin I’m home!”

The cheerful voice of my mother abruptly interrupts our first shared kiss, not letting him chase the taste of my cherry lip balm I place a small peck on his nose instead yelling back that we’re upstairs and we’ll be down in a minute.

”No need to rush,” I peck his forehead this time, giving his face small kisses to lift his mood. It’s comical how disappointed he looks with his nose scrunched up adorably. He really has no shame as he sighs licking his lips to taste the remaining flavour of our kiss.

”We can continue this tomorrow, we have so much time, I promise...”

And continue we do. True to my word I comply with his request pulling the oversized t-shirt over my head to reveal him my black lacy bra and the curve of my waist. His eyes devour the new uncovered flesh hands lingering in the air itching to touch my bare skin but too shy to do it without my permission. He remains frozen in the act. Dreamy eyes watching my reaction to his shy movements silently asking for a sign that it is alright to touch. He’s so curious he wants to hear those noises the couples always make in his videos.

I nod putting him out of his misery cradling his hand in mine to place the warm palm onto my covered breast I guide his movements fondling the flesh, his touch feels good despite the barrier between his skin and mine.

Slipping his hand under the cup his finger comes into contact with my nipple I show him how to circle the bud until it gets erect a small sigh escaping my lips. I had the sudden urge to steal a kiss so I leaned in to grab the back of his neck and crush our lips together no tongue just lips touching sweetly.

I removed his touch to intertwine our fingers placing both of our hands to rest against the bed leaning into his mouth more.

”Is that all that you want me to do?” I murmur the words into his mouth, encouraging him to say more, to do more. Jimin swallows the saliva in his mouth gaze significantly cloudy as he stares into my eyes, shaking his head. He got so far the current thoughts in his head are clearly not about stopping anytime soon.

”What else do you want then?” I press him to answer my question, following the line of his upper lip with my thumb smearing the lip balm that got transferred from my lips to his while kissing, Jimin took a shaky breath before opening his mouth.

”Y-your tongue.” His tongue seemingly came out subconsciously to wet his lips I closed my eyes moaning at the sinful image. He really did his research, I’m about to give him everything he wants if he keeps up with these innocent yet so dirty looks.

”Where do you want it?” I grin moving closer so our thighs are firmly pressed together letting go of his hand to cup his face with both hands. Bending my head to peck the outline of his vein on his neck his pulse quickens under my touch. Pleased to have had such a great effect on him.

”In my mouth.” He squeaks out his response when I bite into his shoulder careful not to really pierce his skin but let him feel a moderate amount of pain mixed with his pleasure. I smooth my tongue where I bit making sure that I don’t leave any marks on his perfect skin. I don’t want our mother to ask questions later.

”Hm,” I hum into his neck satisfied by the answer before lining our faces again to fulfil his wish. ”Open.” As soon as I command his lips part obediently waiting for me to slip my tongue into his awaiting mouth.

”Jimin. Can I touch you?” I sigh into his mouth, he tastes so sweet I can’t seem to get my fill as I discover every corner of his hot cavern licking the roof teasing him before letting our wet muscles touch in a heated battle for dominance. Jimin gets greedy soon as he pushes my tongue back to do the exploration of his own, the kiss turns sloppy and too much saliva. Hands clutching onto the duvet under him grounding his body swimming in euphoria from falling too deep into the feeling.

”Yes, please.” Our eyes open slightly to watch each other my mouth founds the corner of his lips then the side of his cheek and jaw before diving back in parting his lips with my tongue to continue tasting him.

With a feather-light touch, I snake my hands upwards his thin frame and tiny waist feels so fragile under my fingers. I want to pepper his torso with my kisses pushing his body down using his shoulders to see his weight bounce on the bed. But I can’t get so ahead of myself, Jimin deserves to be worshipped like the angel he is.

”Lay down on your back Jiminie.” I smile seeing how obedient he is following my orders without any complaints or questions. He trusts me so much.

The thought alone that he is under me letting me have my ways with him makes my underwear sit uncomfortably against my heat when I move my legs to straddle his hips I feel how drenched I am for him. So pretty and so eager under me as his head rests on the pillows he truly looks like an innocent angel.

I motion for Jimin to raise his arms so I can get rid of his shirt and finally do what I intended to do and kiss his body starting from his collarbones all the way to the line where his pyjama pants hide the delicious lines of his hip bones.

I press kisses of praises into his shoulder blades moving down following the line of his sternum to give attentive licks and pecks all over his stomach feeling his muscles tensing under my lips whines and other sweet sounds slipping out of his parted lips as he breathes heavily through his nose with his eyes closed.

When I let a couple of fingers slide under his pants I realise the lack of material under my touch. He’s not wearing his boxers. The outline of his dick is evident when I look down he’s not that long but where he lacks his grith makes up for it as I can already imagine how good he would feel buried in me stretching my walls so good.

”Do you want me to touch your pretty cock darling?” I don’t forget to ask for permission even though by now I can clearly see how much he wants all this. The sight itself, how his member strains against the concealing fabric is an awfully clear giveaway of his growing desires. Jimin maintains our eye contact with hooded eyes nodding his head fervently before he can confirm his needs with words. His body burns but not with fever.

”I..yes, please. I w-want you to.” Jimin squirms waiting for me to do something that would relieve some of the tension in his joints. His cock feels heavy in my hand ready to sink into my cunt anytime, I can’t wait to put my mouth around it first but I have to be patient. I circle a digit around the tip testing how much precum he has for me.

Holding the digit up to my lips I taste the slightly salty substance humming approvingly. Tugging his pants down I get to work giving a kiss to the tip before coating his member with my saliva so I can lubricate his shaft enough so it won’t hurt him. His whole body shakes when my mouth makes contact with his cock his virgin body overwhelmed with the new sensation the little pleasure already too much for him to handle.

I make a mental note about grabbing some lube on my way home tomorrow so I can be prepared for situations like this. My lips suddenly widen into a Cheshire grin as I deliver the last lick all the way up to the hilt replacing my mouth with my hand.

”Jiminie look here for a little.” I coax him to open his eyes again with a sweet voice. ”Like that darling.” I praise him when his eyes met mine, choosing the moment his gaze connects with mine to use the same hand that pleasured him to glide under my jeans and underwear mixing my arousal with his precum I moan for the show as I rub my clit before collecting my essence so I can use it on his dick giving him the needed extra lubricant.

Jimin’s eyes don’t stay open for long when I finally touch him properly with the intent of making him cum. He can’t seem to keep his moans and throaty whines to himself as I give him a confident grip increasing the speed of my wrist when his whines became more high pitched his body gives away all the signs when he shakes under my touch that he’s close embarrassingly fast but I don’t mind, it’s his first time after all. We can always work on his stamina later.

”Relax baby and just enjoy this.” I encourage him to let go, massaging his thighs with my free hand to relax his strained muscles, slowing down my strokes but give special treatment to the tip collecting the forming precum. ”There’s no need for you to hold back.” I peck his hip picking up my pace again for a few moments longer before taking him into my mouth waiting for him to cum swirling my tongue over the tip repeatedly.

”Y-Y/N.” My name comes out in moans like a broken record when he finally lets all the tension seep away from his body letting the building pleasure force him into submission as he cums into my mouth his body goes limp when the pleasure fades away after I let him ride out his high with gentle licks.

I place the duvet over his sleepy form after I help him back into his clothes, tucking him in as I kiss his cheek to say ’sleep tight’ with the gesture.

I toss the food around on my plate in front of me tentatively listening to the conversation held between my parent and her guest but not engaging, sinking my fork into the broccoli angrily as I hear Natalie’s sugar-coated voice destined for only Jimin’s ears to catch.

She leeched herself onto him as soon as she stepped into this house annoying me with saying stuff like ’you have such a nice brother’ just to emphasise my relation to him. Even my mom takes her side saying that they look cute together.

I know she wants Jimin to socialise, that’s why this dinner is purposefully held in the first place but I can’t seem to show a different emotion than disgust when I look at Natalie trying to woo my Jimin. She will never know how he sounds when he’s about to blow his load or how he would taste against her tongue because only I can see that side of him no one else, and especially not her.

  His ears are red from her constant compliments and I swear I even saw her hand grip his shoulder when she laughed about something my mom said, he shies away from her because he never kept a conversation going on with another girl that wasn’t me or my mom before but that doesn’t mean jealousy doesn’t bubble up in my chest when he doesn’t deny her advances explicitly.

The dinner continues for an awfully long time before I could excuse myself from the table to hide away in my room and peacefully start yelling into my pillow to relieve my pent up frustration throughout this unpleasant meal.

Either Jimin genuinely didn’t have a clue what she was implying or he was aware but fine with it I don’t want to waste any more time and watch her all over him. I continued sulking in my room when I heard a knock on my door grunting a ’yes’ before I resembled smashing my keyboard I suddenly felt the urge to complete that assignment I procrastinated on so I can keep my mind focused on something else.

I avert my gaze from the screen to see who’s my intruder but I refocus on my computer when I see it’s Jimin. I’m not in the mood to talk to him right now since the picture of Natalie all over him is the first image to enter my mind.

”What? Dinner’s over so soon?” I’m careful to use an unaffected tone when I speak up, holding myself back from making eye contact even though I would love to see his face, we haven’t got time all day to talk or cuddle at all since I had to help my mother all evening to prepare for this dinner that was a waste of time anyway.

Jimin stays silent not bothering to answer my question but I still refuse to look at him as I pretend to be absorbed in my work. Even if it’s far from reality when the only thing consuming my thoughts right now is that I want him to tell me no one else is going to touch him only I can make him feel that good. That he wants. No, needs only me.

”A-are you angry? Please don’t be.” I still don’t turn around and looks like it makes him desperate for my attention he thugs at my blouse but I don’t react.

I want him to panic take over his body so he won’t do this to me again. I have to busy my fingers with typing so I don’t move to card my fingers through his locks like I long to do when he lays his head on my lap kneeling on the ground to do so. I don’t push his head away but doesn’t react either.

Half an hour passes in this manner, only my typing is heard in the otherwise silent room Jimin’s head still resting on my thighs hands circling my waist. I’m halfway done with my assignment when I feel Jimin’s nose nudge my centre. I showered after I excused myself from the dinner to blow off some steam and calm down grabbing only a pair of underwear and a shirt to cover my body with.

Jimin placed a kiss on my clothed clit making my body jerk in surprise forcing me with his bold actions to finally look at him our gaze locks as soon as I look down. Jimin folds the sides of my blouse so he can get access to the rest of my underwear following my panty line with his nose.

”Can I make it up to you?” Jimin looks up with innocent eyes that have my stomach twist in excitement but I try not to show him how much he can affect me as well. I’ll still make him pay for his actions.

”So you know you did something wrong.” I scoff but it ends up in a gasp when he licks the front of my underwear without a warning.

I grip his hair to keep him in place holding him close enough so his head still rests on my thighs but not that close to letting him lick my centre again. He’s playing dangerous games right now but I don’t know if I have it in me to be gentle with him.

”You should stop before I can’t guarantee that I won’t lose my control.” I warn him through my gritted teeth, closing my eyes for a moment to focus on my breathing, his eyes grew bigger for a moment before the previous shocked expression morphs into something else.

He can’t reach my cunt from where he’s restrained by my hands so he licks the inner side of my thigh his teeth nibbling on my sensitive skin.

  I loosen my grip on his hair smoothing the silky locks out of his eyes but he cleverly uses the gesture to scoot forward and have another taste placing a more confident lick stretching the rubberband side of my panty with his teeth sliding his hands over my stomach that was previously so obediently circling my waist.

”You don’t have to do it.” I remind him, feeling out of breath from his kitten licks over my clothed mound.

”I know.” Jimin replies with a sweet smile adorning his face before he pulls my underwear down my legs slowly, watching with interest as I part my legs so he can have a good look at my glistening core.

”The girls from the videos always like it when the boy does this.” Jimin murmurs under his breath absentmindedly before rubbing my clit with his fingertips his digits dipping lower to catch where most of my arousal gathers a single digit nudging my entrance. I part my legs more so he can get more comfortable between them I let him get familiar with my most intimate part before I pull his hand away with shaky fingers.

”Taste it.” I order for him to pop his fingers into his mouth licking my arousal clean from them and he doesn’t disappoint as he does.

Now that his fingers are coated with his saliva I guide it back to my core. ”Want your finger in me.” I throw my head back when he enters, my walls sucking his finger in his movements are inexperienced and uncoordinated but I let him experiment until he gets the hang of it, and oh when he does. His one finger turns into two soon as he finds the best way to pound into my wet cunt curling the digits just the right way to make me see stars. ”Doing so good Jiminie.” I tell him between heavy pants as the rhythmical hard thrusts of his fingers starts to become too much to handle I feel my insides tighten just like my walls tighten around his fingers getting closer and closer.

I open my eyes to watch him lean down his hair tickling my inner thighs as he nestles between my legs licking at my clit while the movement of his hand never falters, the new stimulus that his visual between my legs and his tongue on my nub adds to the feeling, making me come undone around his fingers.

”Stand up baby.” I motion for him to stand as well, his finger slips out of my hole, with a confused expression plastered on his face but doesn’t question my intentions as he obligates standing on his wobbly feet I let him sit down to where I was before straddling his hips.

”Are you going to let me ride your cock? Make you mine?” I ask him using my sweetest tones before slowly kissing his lips making sure to map out his mouth once more before turning my attention to kiss the expanse of his neck.

”Yes. Fuck yes.” The way how the curse word slipped through his mind without him noticing is endearing, he can always surprise me with something doesn’t matter how much time I dedicate to learning his body and soul, he’ll always have layers to discover. These good days sometimes even weeks when his illness hides its ugly face into the background are so precious that I wish we could always be like this.

I situate my body so I can pull his sweats down I pleasantly discover that he doesn’t wear his underwear when his dick slaps against his stomach. I reach for one of the drawers where I know I placed the lube.

I squeeze some into my hand before wrapping my fingers around his fully hardened shaft smearing the lube over him Jimin whines when he feels the cold liquid hit his hot member moaning once I roll my wrist the way he seems to like so much. Have enough of the foreplay I position him in front of my entrance making eye contact with him before taking him in letting him have the chance of backing out.

Jimin’s thighs shake as I take him in fully he tries muffling his moans by biting down on my shoulder so our guests don’t find out what we are doing in my room. With a smirk on my face, I roll my hips getting the best responses as Jimin tries to hold back his cries tightening his hold on my waist to slow my thrusts down but I don’t listen to him as I start to grind down on him letting his member pull out almost all the way before sinking down enjoying how good he fills me up.

I slow down as a knock is heard at my door Jimin’s eyes widen in fear but I don’t let him move an inch as I silently take my seat with his cock buried between my folds he holds back a moan when I clench around him.

”Mom?” I call out to her, my voice a bit shaky but I was able to mask it away enough that it doesn’t sound suspicious.

”Are you alright? Can I come in?” I hear her worried voice, she probably heard Jimin’s louder cries and she thinks something’s wrong. At this moment I’m really glad that my mom is very dense.

”I’m feeling unwell so I’m going to sleep immediately but you go and have fun with the guests don’t worry.” I offer her my reply as I circle my waist can’t keep still as Jimin’s dick feels heavenly it shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does seeing how pathetically he tries to prevent my mother from hearing his moans but his innocent facade can’t fool me as I feel him twitch inside me as I talk to my mother while he’s balls deep in my cunt. I wonder if he wants us to get caught or that he would like me to fuck him in front of Natalie on our dining table so she can see she never had a chance with him.

”Fine but come and get me if you need anything.” She leaves with these last words without further protests and I thank her while bouncing on Jimin’s lap silencing his cries by kissing him hard. 

”What mom would think if she saw you in this situation Jiminie? Fucking me while you pretend to be an angel in front of her. Kissing her cheek with the same lips that were buried between my legs moments prior.” I whisper next to the shell of his ear he lets out embarrassed whines but I can feel him enjoy how I fuck myself using him.

My thighs ache as I increase the pace feeling so close again I guide Jimin’s hand between our bodies to make him rub at my clit he does it messily but it’s enough stimulation as I cum again watching as Jimin’s eyes squeezed shut close to reach his own high.