#i’m going to continue to draw it brown because uhhh fuck you? but like

[isogenderskitty]

this is ruining my fucking life rn

[genshinimpactlife]

Hello!! I heard your matchups are open so here I am!

I have no idea what I’m doing but as Xinyan main the only option I have is to rock this so let’s go girlies.

My MBTI type is ISFP (shocking I know, the fact that I’m typically an introvert is rather.. electrifying to most), and my entire thing is the fact that I make Continuously bad puns until you are tricked at laughing at them.

Once you laugh at my rather corny (it’s corn! A big lump with knobs-) jokes I will never leave you alone because apparently I’m starved for affection?? I am also very annoying and can’t handle looking people in the eyes. Uhhh what else am I like.. oh! I like rock music? And drawing. Rocks are also very cool, I rate them a 7.5 out of 10 because I cannot eat them and if I do I can only do it once. I also like photography.

Physically, I am around 5’3, glasses, brown hair + hazel eyes, my hair is really long for absolutely no reason and it goes to lower back. I’m a chick?? No clue if that matters but Y’know what yolo. I’m typically dressed in an alternative style, but pastel goth/cyberpunk will always be dear to me.

My favorite drink is coffee and the blood of my enemies, paired with a good old monster. I don’t care what the flavor is as long as it has me bouncing off the walls for a good 5 hours. I’m also dyslexic as hell and this is probably my 5th time rereading this wondering if I’m doing anything right, so if I fucked up ignore this ask or post and make fun of me, because I will find it hilarious.

I really like reading and hugs, also big floofy sweaters are the best. I’m also really good at kicking things so yeah.

I also use slang a lot… uh I have no idea what to say anymore, but uh hope you have a lovely day, continue to slay, and kick some ass! Signing out!

- ❤️‍🔥 Anon (am I doing anything right?)

I would match you with...

Honestly, I was stuck between Xinyan and Amber, but in the end, I went with Amber.

Xinyan would be too obvious, as she is your main

She loves your jokes and all of your bad puns. She thinks you are hysterical even when others roll their eyes at the puns.

Amber wouldn't have a problem with you not leaving her alone. She loves to have company.

She always on the lookout for any rocks she thinks look cool to give you.

After watching you chug coffee and monster, she would attempt to get you to drink water. She loves you and doesn't want you dehydrated after all that caffeine.

She would proudly show off any drawings that you make or pictures that you take.

"Look at this! My girlfriend did this!"

Amber is very affectionate and would give you many hugs, as many as you want.

Matching oversized floofy sweaters are a must.

One of her favorite things to do is play with your hair. She loves to braid it and create different styles.

Hi ❤️‍🔥 Anon! You did everything right, don't worry! I hope you have a wonderful day and kick ass as well!

[btsiguess]

Self Indulgence (m) - Oneshot

Summary: Professor Yoonji can’t help but notice that the teacher’s pet is looking quite attractive today...

Pairing: Yoonji/Reader

Genre: PWP. JUST SMUT.

Word Count: 2905

Warnings: PROFESSOR YOONJI.....uhhh professor/student relationship which is soooo inappropriate even if it’s lowkey hot... ahhh. Choking, sweet sweet lesbian action

A/Ns: I’m so sorry guys. I’m actually druNK right now. Like so drunk i couldn’t even give it a read through at the end........so please forgive......... everything....

“It’s weird that you want to fuck the teacher.” Seungmin says, eyeing the way your stare follows professor Min around the classroom. 

She knows you’re absolutely not paying attention to the class lecture. The way your hand doodles crudely drawn vaginas on the page in front of you does enough to illustrate that. You’re not quite sure why it was vaginas today. Maybe something about wanting to shove your face in one had something to do with it?

“And what do you all think?” Your ears perk up at your professors words. Dr. Min Yoonji, standing at the front of the class, asking for your attention even though she can tell all of you are bored. “What do you think about cultural hybridization? Is it a reality or simply a connotatively positive term for American imperialism?” You sigh happily at her words. She looked so good when she was speaking dense academic language. You press your thighs together. 

Professor Min was probably somewhere in her mid-forties. Although it was near impossible to tell since she dressed so hip. You had an inkling that she might be queer as well, but nothing definitive. Perhaps that’s why you were drawing pussys on your class notes… hoping she just might see it and know. 

“I think it’s absolutely different! Hybridization is all about globalization.” Juahn says. Of course he does. He was such a fucking brown noser. He had his head so far up Min’s ass, even you didn’t want to stick your tongue there. And that was impressive, because you’d take what you could get. He was wrong too. Just speaking so that Min would look at him. God you hated that stupid fucker. Sometimes he sent professor Min articles. You’re not saying that it was necessarily bad to engage with your teacher on the class work, but you knew that it was because he was vying for her attention. Attention that should have gone to you. And you thought it was disrespectful anyway, since she treated her as if he knew more than her. Like she didn’t have an entire PhD in the fucking field. What a cuck. 

Your sneer doesn’t go unnoticed by Professor Min, who singles you out immediately. 

“Oh? Y/N. Do you disagree? Speak your mind.” It wasn’t unusual that she call on you. The class was relatively quiet when it came to class discussions, apart from you and Juahn. Still your heart fluttered at the attention. 

“I just think it’s hard to say whether it’s either or. It depends how much each culture has influenced the specific, like, new culture. I’m not sure if it’s quantifiable?” Your professor hums at your words and you watch Junahn’s back straighten slightly in aggravation. It was no secret the two of you didn’t like one another. And you had the text message arguments to prove it. You weren’t even quiet of your distaste for the boy in the class and the professor seemed to know it and thrive off of it. Was it hot? Absolutely. 

“Right, well,” Dr. Min says, cutting the conversation short, “that’s all the time we have for today, unfortunately.” The class sighs in relief. “Make sure to do the readings. And Y/N? If you could stay after class. Thank you.” 

Seungmin shoots you a look as a slight flush of red colors your cheeks. It’s a look that says “don’t be excited our teacher wants you to stay after. That probably means you’re in trouble.” ... At least. That’s what you imagine the look would say, if looks could talk. 

You make your way to the front of the room, standing quietly as your professor wipes the board. Once the classroom is completely empty, she turns to you again. 

“Perhaps if you were more focused on class instead of drawing female genitalia in your notebook, you might’ve done better on the midterm.” She says simply. Your mouth drops open. You had done well on the midterm! You’d gotten a 37/40. A 92%. 7 points above the class average. 

“You did well,” Min continues, “but you weren’t the highest grade in the class. You were second. Behind Juahn.” Your blood boils and she smirks—full on smirks—at you. 

“I thought that would get your attention.” She said. “Just understand. I like pussy too, but class isn’t the time to be thinking about it so thoroughly.” You bite your lip as your cheeks color red with embarrassment and slight arousal at the way Min Yoonji’s mouth had curled delicately around the word pussy. 

There’s a slight pause in the conversation as Yoonji lets her eyes watch the way you worry your lip between your teeth. So cute. In Yoonji’s youth, you were exactly her type. Shy, nervous, … totally devoted. If Yoonji had been any younger she would’ve had you already; had your body arching underneath her, your pussy clenching around her tongue and fingers. She knows you have a little schoolgirl crush on her. How could she not know? You practically wrote it across her forehead. She had an inkling during the first semester you had class with her. You had even titled your final essay “Every time I read Kipling I remember why I’m gay” just to get her attention. And get her attention it did… 

Originally, she had done her best to ignore it. You were her student, after all. But Yoonji had always been a bit reckless. It’s that fact that leads her to ask you the worst possible question she could have. 

“Why pussy? Were you thinking about someone eating yours? Or you eating someone else’s?” 

The older women can’t help but smile as your face goes bright red. Yoonji imagined that while you had been hoping desperately to get her attention, you’d never actually thought you’d have it. 

“P-Professor, I’m sorry about not paying attention! It won't happen again!” You turn to flee from the room, but Yoonji catches you gently by the elbow. 

“It’s alright, Y/N. You’re not in trouble. And you didn’t answer my question.” Yoonji isn’t proud of herself for succumbing to your coy temptation. She feels altogether too much like all the skeezy old men that used to solicit her. But she also knows she’d treat you better than all of them. Teach you more than all of them. 

Yoonji should’ve realized that you would be a problem from the very first month, when she had wound up checking the school’s database for your age. You were nearly 23, almost graduated, but that meant little. You were well past too young for her, and she knew it. 

But Yoonji knew she was past waiting. She couldn’t help that she wanted you. She didn’t want to deny herself, either. Yoonji wasn’t a good person, and she didn’t pretend to be. 

“Both, Professor.” You finally say. And Yoonji’s eyes follow the way in which your thighs squeeze together. 

“You know,” Yoonji says, and you try your best to focus on her voice, despite how distracted you are by the thought of her going down on you. “I know you have a little bit of a crush on me.” 

You wish the ground would swallow you whole. 

“Don’t look so embarrassed.” Your Professor scoffs. “I like the idea. Much more than I should. And I think you’ve teased me for far too long, hmm? Why don’t you hop up on that desk there. Be a good girl for me.” You scramble to follow her instructions. Knowing that it’s wrong and not caring in the slightest. 

Yoonji wastes no time pushing your knees apart so that your skirt rides up your knees and reveals your underwear. 

“You’re wet already, I can see it.” She teases. “Is it just from my voice? Do you sit in class all wet like this for me every day?” Her thumb begins to delicately trace over the wet patch on your underwear. Making your hips twitch in desire. You must be dreaming. You must be. 

Yoonji slides her fingers past your panties, and finds your clit with practiced ease. 

“Ahh,” she sighs. “You’re so delicate. So perfect…” She shuffles in between your knees, getting close enough to brush your nose with her own. 

Her thumb, moving in easy circles, is driving you mad. You’re helpless in her arms, whimpering quietly as the woman you’ve been lusting after for the greater part of two semesters begins tracing softly up and down your core. 

You lament briefly the loss of stimulation on your clit, but bite your lip hard at the feeling of your professor’s teasing. With each slow pass of her fingers, her index finger catches against your swollen nub, making you shake with want. 

Something about the way that her ministrations are altogether too light to actually get you to cum makes you crazy. You can’t help but let your mind run wild. You were putty in Yoonji’s hands, completely at her whim. She could keep you here for hours. Just slowly tracing you up and down, watching you pant and sweat, desperately wanting to cum but being unable to. 

“Do you like this, Y/N? I’m hardly giving you anything at all…” She tuts quietly. “No one’s ever treated you right before have they?” 

“P-Professor--” You try to respond but suddenly the girl in question presses two fingers inside of you, the stretch making your head fall back and your hands grasp at Yoonji’s wrist. 

“Can you hear yourself, sweetheart?” Yoonji says, pressing her mouth against the exposed column of your neck. “Can you hear how wet you are? All for me, right?” The squelching of your sex turns the both of you on. You because it’s finally happening, and her because… well, of course she likes the sound of you aroused for her. 

You nod, your breath hitching as she sinks her teeth into your skin. 

Yoonji works her fingers hard within you. Curling to find the spot that has you writhing against her. 

Yoonji knows what she is doing. You’ve clearly never had a good fuck from anyone before, and Yoonji is a bit smug over the way she’s worked you up so easily. She’d never fucked someone so young before. And she had definitely never fucked one of her students. But somehow, she didn’t feel as guilty as she should, too would up in the way you were biting your lip to keep from moaning out loud at the pleasure she was giving you. 

“P-Professor,” You groaned, wanting to say something more, but not having the strength to. 

Yoonji was surprised at how malleable you had become at the touch of her fingers. She felt herself start to get wet at the feel of you around her fingers, feeling the tight clenching which signified your earnest participation in the illicit acts she had finally succumbed to. God, she couldn’t decide whether she should stop, or whether she was mad at herself for not having done this earlier. 

Yoonji decides it’s definitely the latter as you pussy clenches around her fingers, and a small moan presses its way through your lips. 

Yoonji had never been the one to play favorites. She almost always didn’t have preferences among her students. Usually in her courses everyone was so quiet. But you and Juahn had been so vocal. Juahn had frustrated her, putting his nose in business he didn’t belong in, trying to weasel his way into a good grade despite the fact that it took almost nothing to get a passing grade in the course--Yoonji hardly cared, good grades reflected kindly on herself. But you? You seemed to go to bat against the stubborn boy for no reason other than to protect Yoonji’s honor. 

It was absolutely unnecessary, but still made Yoonji smile to herself every time. She didn’t need anyone’s help, but she liked the way you blushed when she called on you. And even more so she was charmed by the fact that you always had something to say, even when you didn’t volunteer for fear of seeming like the teacher’s pet. 

But as Yoonji curled her fingers inside of you, wrenching a moan from your plump lips, she couldn’t help but admire the way this particular teacher’s pet seemed so eager for her good graces.

“Professor,” you gasp with as much brain power you could muster. “Professor, I wanna make you feel good too!” yoonji laughs quietly. She isn’t surprised by your eagerness to please, in fact, she relishes in it. 

“Oh yeah?” Yoonji says, withdrawing her fingers from your heat, drawing a slight whimper from you. “Then get on the floor baby, tongue out.”

You follow her instructions as quickly as you can, and Yoonji wastes no time in shuffling her dress up, just a bit, so she’ll be able to see your pretty eyes as she cums on your tongue.

You look desperate and hopelessly infatuated as Yoonji shimmies her underwear down her legs, and positions herself above you. 

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” She says, watching you melt under her pet name. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been ready.” You reply, softly wiggling your tongue at her. 

“Have you done this before?” Yoonji questions, tilting her head to the side. 

You shake your head in denial, but the challenge in your eyes shows Yoonji that you couldn’t be more than ready to learn now. 

Yoonji grasps the back of your head and pulls you into her pussy, sighing in relief as your tongue slides along her core. You’re sloppy and messy as you begin to eat her out, but for some reason Yoonji can’t help the shiver that runs along her spine at the unrefined way your tongue caresses her. 

“You’re perfect, baby,” Yoonji sighs, beginning to rock her core against your face. “Can you put your tongue inside of me?” She asks, and you follow her instructions to the letter, just like you always do. 

Yoonji rocks her hips against your face over and over again, allowing your tongue to pierce the deepest part of her. God, she should have been doing this all semester. Even professors need to release built up tension. 

You’re moaning against her folds, as if there is truly no place you would rather be than lapping up the nectar between Yoonji’s thighs, and the thought makes Yoonji gush even more. There’s something so hot about the way you gasp and pant against her pussy, as if there was nowhere else you could imagine being. As if you were all Yoonji’s, ripe for the taking. 

Yoonji is getting close, but as much as she’d love to make you drink her cum, she’s absolutely desperate to see you come apart beneath her.

“Stop.” She orders, and you do, just like a good little slut, looking up at her with those big doe eyes, questioning her. 

“Lay on the floor.” Yoonji demands, and while you seem confused, you follow her directions regardless. 

Yoonji positions herself above you, her legs slotted between your own in order to align your sexes. Then she presses herself down into you, eliciting a sigh from your reddened mouth. It elapses into a groan as Yoonji starts rocking against you. Dragging her pussy against yours just right, so your clits bump against one another over and over again. The two of you are blinded by lust, neither of you can think of anything but the way you feel against one another. The messy wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the classroom floor beneath you. 

You both know you ought to feel guilty for the travesty you are committing. But it’s impossible as you feel the sparks run up your spine repeatedly. God, why hadn’t you both done this sooner? 

Both of you can feel the pressure building. Mounting as it takes over each of your entire bodies. 

Yoonji won’t let you get off that easy though, and so she presses her hand over your throat, cutting off your air supply and you twitch and shake beneath her. 

“Are you gonna cum, my pretty baby?” Yoonji asks you, rocking her hips faster and faster, almost impossibly fast, against your own. “Are you gonna make your professor’s pussy all wet and dirty? Little slut.” She smirks as your eyes seem to roll back in your head, waves of pleasure washing over you one after the other, over and over, until Yoonji releases your throat to hunch over you, her own orgasm rushing in fiercely, allowing your juices to mix and pulse together into one sinful, noticeable puddle on the floor beneath you. 

You’re both panting hard, huddled together, drenched in sweat and cum, when Yoonji takes your face in her hands and kisses you. 

It’s a light kiss, so different from the aggressive way she just fucked you. And as you pant together, you feel the older woman’s body mold into your own. 

“You’ve always been my favorite student you know.” Yoonji whispers to you. “You don’t have to compete with anyone. It’s always been you.” 

You sigh and kiss her again. 

“I love you, professor.” You sigh, not realizing what you’re saying. 

She laughs quietly.

“Maybe we can go to dinner together, sometime after finals.” Yoonji mutters, and you nod. “I mean, finals are only two weeks away. You can last that long without me making you cum, can’t you?” 

You nod shakily. “I can at least try, professor.”

“Alright my darling,” Yoonji responds. “Alright.”

*******

A/N: Again, I am soooo sorry. this is just weird pent up attraction i have to this one professor coming out all over the page ughhiuhjbfsldf bdbfkjedsfncjksdmfn. Tag yourself, I’m the essay title being copy and pasted from an actual essay i turned in to this woman because i was so helplessly into her. FUCK

[rubbish78]

Heyyyyyyyyy you guys wanna read another my short ass slightly slutty (tiny bit) Ghoul/Poison fic?

(It is on aO3 but not posting the link just ask because keekjejejd I’m shy about my other stories but you could probably find this if you wanted to also I was writing nonbinary Poison)

Anyways...........here you go:

Jumping onto the kitchen counter and landing on his butt, Fun Ghoul also pulled his lover, Party Poison, in between his legs. Wrapping his arms around them, he mouthed at their neck, sucking and licking the hot salty skin. Tasted like the desert, so damn good.

Reciprocating, Poison held on to his hips and played with Ghoul’s dusty jean belt loops with their index fingers. They also grinded against Ghoul’s crotch, feeling both their half-hard erections begin to grow between their pants. An animistic moan vibrated against the skin of their throat as Ghoul began to rut against them as well.

The two Killjoys were alone for the most part, everyone was out on a run at the moment, yet they still sneaked into the back of the diner's chaotic kitchen like they had something to hide. Pretty much everyone knew about them, mostly, well not the public or definitely not BLI .

“I know ya think I’m kiddin','' Fun Ghoul abruptly whispered into Poison’s ear, referring back to their earlier conversation. Easing back against the dirty metal cupboards, he cupped Poison’s feminine face with his dirty fingerless leather-gloved hands. “But c'mon Poison, have I ever kid about gettin' ink?”

The evidence was everywhere, Ghoul was covered head to toe with various tattoos, getting to the point he hardly had any plain skin left. His cute boyish face remained untouched…for now and he would probably never get one either but he never let Poison know that just so he could continue teasing them about it since Poison was furiously against it. Nah, he just wanted to ink the left side of his neck now since it felt kind of blank compared to the right side of his neck, which had a scorpion with the wrong amount of legs. It had been his first tattoo and was too excited to even notice the legs.

Poison chuckled low, lifting a hand to card through Ghoul’s greasy ebony colored hair and gazed lovingly into his warm brown eyes.

“Trust me, I know you’re not kidding, I’m actually taking your request quite seriously.”

“So you like?” Ghoul happily beamed, caressing Poison’s face with his thumbs about to plant a kiss on their lips. “I knew you would, so I got—

“Not exactly,” Poison interrupted Ghoul, who frowned a little and dropped his hands to their shoulders. “I just think…you haven’t fully thought it through, like maybe something not so whore-ish?”

“Whore-ish?” Ghoul repeated, almost breaking into hysterical laughter, shaking his head. “Really? Okay. That’s hilarious coming from you.”

“Ah! How dare you!” Poison broke away from him, spinning around in a dramatic manner and ramming into the broken rusty oven, which hadn’t cooked a meal in this diner for years. The oven let out an alarming hissing noise and Poison let a high pitched shriek out before jumping up on the counter next to Ghoul, holding onto him like the oven was gonna explode.

Anticlimactically, the oven door just slammed opened and coughed out dust.

Poison’s grip on Ghoul relaxed and mumbled, “Thought you might have put a bomb in there as a joke or something.”

“Yeah that does sound like me,” Ghoul smirked, deviously. “Good idea for next time, huh? Maybe I’ll try it on Kobra.”

Poison snorted, rolling their eyes and pushed aside Ghoul’s long hair behind his left ear. Staring at the canvas of skin Ghoul wanted to ink before tenderly kissing it. “I can come up with way better ideas,” Poison murmured into his skin. “Let me draw some things up.”

“Wait, first I gotta hear why you think my idea is whore(ish),” Ghoul retorted, genuinely curious. Gripping Poison’s delicate chin, he turned his face to the side and licked the shell of his ear. “I mean come on, if anyone is a whore it’s you—

Letting out a let loud mock offended gasp, Poison playfully smacked Ghoul across the face as if they were one of those actors performing a fake slap onstage. Ghoul half-laughed, half-aroused tried to grab his flailing arms as they mimicked a distressed southern debutante: “Well, I have never been accused of such debauchery in my life!” Fanning their face, they dramatically sighed in Ghoul’s arms. “How will I ever get a good marriage match now with vicious rumors like that spreading around the zones?”

“Ain’t rumors if they are true, sweetheart,” Ghoul teased back in an equally horrible southern drawl. “Now why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use?” Ghoul fumbled with a pocket on his vest before unexpectedly pulling out a tube of lipstick.

Poison stopped thrashing his body around and dropped the horrible accent. “Wow okay…. you came prepared, you weirdo.”

Ghoul cracked a small smile and shrugged, handing him the tube of lipstick.

Poison took the cap off, finding the lipstick to be the same color as their neon red hair. The lipstick had definitely been used before as it was worn down to almost a nub but most things they found in the desert were broken or used.

“You really want this?”

“Yeah because I’m a whore.”

“Okay maybe “whore-ish” wasn’t the right word,” Poison bashfully admitted, as they played with the lipstick, twisting the tube up and down. “It’s like ugh, uhhh how do I say this uhhhhh…...”

Ghoul raised an eyebrow.

“Like I don’t know, people might interpret it as you being straight.”

If Ghoul was a cartoon his eyebrow would have raised off his forehead into the air.

“I don’t know, it’s something a twenty year old drunk girl would get, y’know?”

“Okay, okay now I’m lost,” Ghoul chuckled in confusion. “So it’s gay then if I got it then?”

“Like ahhhh no!” Poison shook their head, lifting a hand to rub their eyes. Embarrassed, they looked through his fingers at Ghoul. “I mean a girl might get it because it’s aesthetically cute, but boys might get to show off how much they get laid.”

Chuckling, Ghoul took Poison’s hands in his own. “Okay I get what you’re saying...kind of.” Taking the lipstick tube from Poison, he uncapped it and began applying on Poison’s lips, who hesitantly puckered their lips. “As soon as anyone sees you standing next to me they will connect the fucking dots.” He then fished out his pair of aviator sunglasses from a vest pocket and held them up so Poison could see their own reflection of their beautiful red lips.

“But it’s not for anyone else anyways,” Ghoul continued, beaming at Poison who seemed to really like the look on themself. “It’s for me and...fuck, you look hot.”

“Shut up,” Poison blushed, face getting dangerously close to his hair color. “Fine whatever, hold still!” Moving Fun Ghoul’s hair aside, they kissed the left side of his neck and lingered there trying to leave the perfect kiss mark.

Ghoul knew the kiss mark was probably gonna get messed up by the time Show Pony got here with the needles and ink because he was planning to kiss them everywhere but he loved the novelty of the act

“You happy?” they snapped after pulling away, however; lovingly played and twirled with Ghoul’s hair.

“Always with you.”

[dis-easedfairy]

Oink The Stuffed Pig

WARNINGS: Swearing | Mentions of Sex (a dirty joke or two) |

Pairings: Kim Seokjin x Single Dad!Male Reader

Genre: Parent!au, neighbor!au, some angst (just a lil), fluff, humor 

Word Count: 11,838

Summary: Due to complications, M/n moves to a new city with his son. Though struggling, the two grow to like their new lives and new neighborhood, especially Kim Seokjin, their neighbor across the hall who is more than kind. 

A/n: IM ALIVEEEE! I suck at endings so like... my bad. I tried to get this out because I know a few of you were excited for this. Turned out a little more angst than I plan but uh... surprise? Again sorry it took me so long to finish it! 💙☀

I sighed and looked out the window as the train I was in, drove down the tracks. I looked at my watch it was around 7 pm and I knew it was going to be a long night. I looked over to my son, he was happily playing a game on an old phone of mine. I let out a sigh as my eyes trailed down to look at our backpacks on the floor.

I’m sorry we have to go this far.

I leaned forward, opening the side pouch of my backpack to take out my phone. I had muted it days ago and didn’t bother to look at it.

I unlocked it and looked through my messages.

Mom: Okay, just be safe, okay? The both of you.

Dad: remember to secure the new home. it will give everyone a piece of mind

.

Unknown Number: you cant just take him! I said I wanted to work this out!

I rolled my eyes at the last one, deciding just to message my parents since we were more within the city.

M/n to Mom: I found a nice little neighborhood, close to his school and there are some good jobs I can get for the time being, just until I save up a bit. We’ll be safe. Don’t worry too much.

M/n to Dad: I had a security system kit sent with some of our stuff. I’m going to go to the store tomorrow to look for tougher screws for the doors. We have a balcony so I have to figure something out! Safety is my second priority!

“Who are you talking to?” I heard my son’s small voice ask.

I looked over to him, his eyes were big, full of curiosity as he lifted himself up in order to look at the screen. I only smiled.

“Your grandparents.” He gave me a small pout.

“Why the pout?” I asked with a sad chuckle, “…Expecting someone else?” I asked dejectedly.

I swore I saw his eyes twinkle, “Aunt Hyejin!” My heart dropped to my stomach.

I tore my eyes away from his, prepping myself to lie, “Ha… Aunt Hyejin… she…” Oh god, what would be a good lie to tell him?

I glanced back at his perfect brown orbs, stabbing into me for an answer.

“A… Aunt Hyejin is not herself right now. So… I can’t talk to her right now, okay?” I wasn’t lying, but it sure in the hell felt like I was.

I could see the sadness enter his eyes, as well as those same eyes water. My eyes widened as I quickly held my hands up as if he were now holding a weapon to me.

“But why?” He asked, his voice sounding very upset.

“Junseok-ah, it’s complicated. BUT you’re going to make new friends and have your own room!” I tried to sway my son.

“I don’t want new friends I want Aunt Hyejin!” He was now crying, I grimaced.

I looked around the empty train car almost frantically, as to search for something to get my son to stop crying. I let out a heavy sigh.

“Listen, Junseok-ah, stop crying. Some people aren’t going to be in your life for the rest of your life. Some people have their own lives to live, some care dearly about you, and some will care only for themselves. It has nothing to do with your personality or who you are as a person. Aunt Hyejin… I have a feeling she only cares for herself right now. And right now, I have to care about you, and you have to care about yourself right now too.” That probably made no sense to him.

Oddly enough my son only nodded his head, using his sleeve to wipe his tears, I offered him a small smile.

“Don’t worry, I got us a place to stay and you have your own room!” Which I have no Idea how I’m going to pay for it.

“We live near a school you’ll be going too!” Some of your new teachers think I’m irresponsible for moving so late in the year and hate me already.

“I’m getting a new job, so new cool things!” You might not get anything good for your birthday if it's a low-paying job.

“Our new home is in a nice neighborhood with lots of kids so you’ll make friends.” You’re more extroverted than me and the families will more than likely hate me.

“It’s a little far from grandpa and grandma, but this is a better life!” I’m scared.

“…Okay. Can we get something to eat before we go to our new house?” He asked softly.

I nodded, not wiping the smile off my face, “We’ll get whatever you want. Just don’t be sad or scared. Just know that I love you with all my heart. Forever.”

Junseok sniffled a bit and moved closer to wrap his arms around my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him onto my lap to keep him closer. I could feel him relax in my hold as I moved my hand to rub his back.

“We have reached Hoehyeon Station.”

“So how have you settled in?” My friend Jeongguk asked, he was the one who convinced me to move to Seoul.

I could hear my son let out a scream as he ran around with a plushie pig toy and a Spider-Man toy, a throw blanket tied around his neck as a makeshift cape. I soon then heard a bump and something clatter to the floor. I was unpacking a box on the kitchen counter, taking out glasses and plates.

I let out a heavy sigh, “As settled as we can be I gue-,”

“NO! NO! NO! NO!” I could hear my son shout, making me snap into action as I threw everything I was holding down and ran to his voice.

He was in my bedroom, the window open and him half hanging out.

“Junseok! What are you doing!?” I demanded, running over to yank him away from the open window.

“I dropped Oink! I have to get him!” My son protested as I threw him over my shoulder to stop him from squirming out my grip.

“You won’t get anything besides a trip to the hospital hanging out the window like that!” I scolded, sitting him on my bed.

I pulled back to see his tear-filled eyes. I let out a deep sigh, “If I tell a friend of mine to look after you, will you behave while I look for Oink?” I can’t believe I was going to search in an ally for a stuffed pig.

Junseok quickly nodded his head, almost desperate to get his oldest friend back.

“Fineeee.” I groaned, walking back to the kitchen to get my phone.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I grumbled, moving a trash bag out the way as I tried to look for a bright pink stuffed pig.

I let out a growl of frustration, “Where are you, you little bitch?” I grumbled, trying to think of new places to look.

I looked at my watch and sighed, I was in a hoodie and jeans but it was only getting colder as the sun was no longer in the sky. It was close to 11 pm and I didn’t want to spend all night looking for a stuffed animal. My son cherished that stuffed pig since it was his first stuffed animal but was it really worth it?

Yes, it was. My son loved it so I will find it.

I groaned at myself, kicking a trash bag and going back to looking for the lost pig.

I was ready to give up thirty minutes later until I saw pink fuzz that looked familiar. I quickly moved whatever was in the way and yanked the pig up into my view.

“Fuck yesss!” I chuckled in satisfaction as I began to dust off and examine the pig.  

I frowned when I noticed how flat and lumpy it was, it was less to it being dropped out a window, and more about the years of washing, drying and laying on it.  

“Mmm, you need a good stuffing, huh?” I asked the pig, examining it more for rips or stains.

“…Uhhh…” I heard a voice draw out behind me.

I immediately spun around to face the person. A man, he was a little taller than me, wearing a white sweater, dark sweatpants, and white shoes. He had broad shoulders and had the most handsome face I’ve ever been blessed with ever seeing. His eyes were wide as he held onto a trash bag, his eyes dropped to see the flattened stuffed pig and he let out a breath of relief with a chuckle.

“I…” He let out a very unique laugh that tumbled from his rose-colored plush lips, bending over, “I thought… Oh my god…” He tried to speak but only laughter came out.

He looked fairly young but I had no idea how I was supposed to address him, “S-Sir? Is something funny?” I asked, praying he wasn’t some guy who lost his mind and planned to murder me in an ally after I spent an hour and a half looking for a stupid stuffed pig.

He held up one finger as he continued to laugh. I assumed it was to give him a minute so I did.

“You have to understand,” He began, trying to catch his breath, “I just heard your words and saw your back and nothing more!” I saw red begin to bloom in his cheeks.

I tilted my head slightly in confusion. He took my confusion as the go-ahead to explain which he only did in few words, with a smirk.

“Fuck yes? You need a good stuffing?”

It slowly clicked together as heat began to rush to my face and embarrassment washed through me.

“I-I was just talking about a stuffed animal!” I raced to explain, which only made him cackle more.

“Wait! No! I’m not fucking the stuffed animal! That sounded wrong!” The man was now leaning against the building, trying not to fall to the ground from laughing so hard.

“M-My son dropped this out the window, he can’t sleep without it.” I explained nervously.

The man straightened up, trying to gain his composure, “You’re a dad?” He asked breathlessly.

I know I’m ‘too young’.

“Yeah. He’s four… This is an awkward way to meet… We just moved in today.” I gave the man a small smile.

He looked surprised, “Really? Nice to meet you! I’m Kim Seokjin!” He introduced himself happily, moving to shake my hand.

“L/n M/n.” I informed, shaking his hand.

“Welcome to the neighborhood, hopefully, there are no more… misunderstandings.” He joked.

I felt a wave of heat travel to my face again, “I hope not.” I agreed with a nervous giggle.

Seokjin opened his mouth as if he was going to say more but as interrupted by my screeching friend.

“M/N! WHAT IS OUR SON’S FIXATION WITH THE TOILET!? HE TRIED TO FLUSH MY PHONE!” Jeongguk shouted out the window.

Well, that was a nice moment…

I let out a deep sigh, “Sorry, I have to head back up. I’ll talk to you soon, Seokjin?” I questioned.

He nodded, seeming at a lost for words. I frowned a bit. He was so open a few moments ago. I walked past him, giving him a small wave as I began to jog back into the building.

I ran to one of the two elevators and pushed my floor number. Using the time to think of what jobs I could apply to and how to make sure ‘Aunt Hyejin’ didn’t come to visit my son while he was in school.

The ding of the elevator broke me from my thoughts and I went to my apartment door. Before I could dig in my back pocket for my keys, my door flung open to reveal my friend Jeongguk.

“He keeps flushing things in the toilet. You lost a roll of toilet paper. ” My friend informed me, crossing his arms, looking upon me in judgment.

“He’s acting out because he wasn’t very excited about coming here…” I notified, rubbing the back of my neck with the hand that wasn’t gripping the stuffed animal.

Jeongguk sighed. I could hear another ‘ding’ but took it as the elevator I got off of closing it’s doors and going back down.

“I know he’ll like it here, you will too. Did…” Jeongguk looked down, biting his bottom lip as he chose his next words carefully.

“Did Hyejin know where you were going? I don’t think it’s a good idea if she knew where we live.” Jeongguk voiced apprehensively.

“Don’t worry about her. I just told her I was leaving town. She tried to tell Junseok that he could stay at her place if he didn’t want to go.” I stated bitterly.

“Are you fucking with me? She literally doesn’t quit does she!?” Jeongguk scoffed, anger beginning to radiate off of him.

I shook my head, “I was just wondering how we would get him to school without her finding him.”

Jeongguk’s eyes widened, “Do you think she’d go school hunting!?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.” I grunted bitterly.

Jeongguk let out a frustrated sigh, leaning on the doorframe and pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers. After a few moments, Jeongguk looked up, sadness and sympathy in his eyes. He reached out, grabbing the collar of my hoodie and pulled me into a hug. He wrapped one arm around my waist and his other hand was in the middle of my back. He let out a long exhale as he began to rub my back. I wrapped my arms around him, fully accepting the comfort in my friend’s embrace, even going as far as to bury my face in his shoulder.

“We’ll figure this out together, M/n. I’ll introduce you to some friends of mine, we’ll settle you in, get you a job and support you for as long as you need, okay?” Jeongguk promised.

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders, knowing I wouldn’t do this alone. I was prepared to do it alone, but I knew Jeongguk wouldn’t let me. He was my best friend. I really counted on him and he counted on me.

The comforting resolve was disrupted by the sound of a flushing toilet.

Jeongguk let out an irritated growl. Jeongguk yanked away to turn to look into the apartment.

“WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE TOILET!?” Jeon demanded, grabbing my arm and dragging me into the apartment with him.

I made a wild grab to close the door behind us, trying to fight Jeongguk’s tight grip. I pushed the door closed and Jeongguk let me go, deeming me as the reason he couldn’t move fast enough to scold my son. I only chuckled, moving to the kitchen to throw the stuffed animal in the washing machine.

“YAH! NO SON OF MINE WILL FLUSH IRON MAN DOWN THE TOILET!” I rolled my eyes at Jeongguk’s words.

I could hear my son whine a response as I set the washer to quick wash. I heard footsteps and turned to see Jeongguk holding an armful of toys.

“Uncle Gukkie!” My son whined, trailing after him.

“No! You can’t have these back until you learn how to treat them right.” Jeongguk huffed, dropping the toys in an empty box and swiftly picking it up so Junseok couldn’t snag a toy back.

“Why all his toys?” I chortled.

They both looked over at me, my son with pleading eyes and my friend with the eyes of determination.

“Because our son needs to know what ‘stop’ and ‘don’t do that’ means.” He asserted.

“Stop calling him ‘our son’, people will get the wrong idea.” I giggled, moving to get the detergent.

“No! I’m helping you raise this brat, so he’s my son too!” I shrugged my shoulders. Fair enough.

“Any ideas for dinner?” I asked, starting the washer.

“Daddd!” Junseok whined in complaint of me not defending his toys.

I just knew Jeongguk made up his mind and I mostly agreed with him.

“We’ll order take out for now. Tomorrow we’ll have a better plan, we might be a little too busy for a sit-down meal though.” Jeongguk smiled, happy I wasn’t fighting him.

I nodded in understanding, “We’ll have to get some kind of ‘we are new to the neighborhood, don’t mind the screaming’ gift.”

“I think we’ll be fi-” Junseok cut Jeongguk off by jumping up and grabbing the edge of the box.

Junseok yanked down, causing the box to rip and toys spill out.

“JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? I said you don’t get these back until you learn how to treat them!!” Jeongguk began and ‘our son’ began to argue back.

“I’m thinking baked goods.” I sighed.

“Jeongguk, you…” I growled, holding one end of the entertainment center as Jeongguk held the other.

“You what!? Finish your sentence!” Jeongguk challenged, stopping in the middle of the entrance.

“You soggy piece of toast! Stop pushing me! You’re making me lose balance!” I snapped.

“You’re so fucking slow!” He clapped back.

“You’re so fucking impatient!” Thus the best friend bicker began.

Soon it wasn’t even about the stupid entertainment center, it wasn’t anything too harmful, just us venting out the stress of the day, per usual. We even set down the entertainment center to argue better.

“NO ONE EVEN LIKES THAT RAMEN SO WHY WAS THAT ONE ON SALE?”

“MAYBE BECAUSE NO ONE GOT IT SO IT WAS GOING TO EXPIRE!”

“THAT MUST HAVE BEEN IT!” After a few minutes of this, we finally drew some breath.

“Okay, now we can get back to work.” Jeongguk exhaled.

I have a quick glance around, “Uh… where is Junseok?” I asked blankly.

Jeongguk quickly spun around to face the living room, “He WAS on the couch!??”

Jeongguk and I slowly met eyes as the realization dawned on us. My best friend and I jumped into action.

“CALL THE POLICE!” Jeongguk shouted as he ran at the door.

As soon as the door opened I could see the door across the hall slightly ajar. This led me to think that my son got curious as to what the door was because he’s never lived in an apartment before.

I tried to grab onto my best friend’s shirt to stop him but he was already out the door and down the hall to the stairs before I could say anything. I heard him shove the door open to the stairway and take off. I sighed, wishing he would’ve saved me the effort of having to call him.

I hesitantly closed my apartment door and made my way to the door across the hall. I lightly pushed open the door, caution pulsing through my veins. I could hear bad playing of a guitar flood the nice-lit, comfy apartment.

“Don’t go too hard on the strings or they will break.” I heard a familiar male voice softly instruct.

The air smelled like muffins and I could hear the sound of a tv. I entered the apartment as quiet as I could, taking off my shoes and taking a deep breath. I raised my hand up and tapped my knuckles on the wall beside me.

“Come in!” A cheerful voice chimed, making the place seem even more inviting.

I stepped forward out the entryway to round the corner. My son was sitting on the floor, holding a guitar WAY too big for his body. His tongue was sticking out, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to focus on the cords he was strumming.

The man I met in the ally, Seokjin, was sitting on the chair with the stuffed pig on his lap. The pig was plushier than before. I assumed Seokjin restuffed the animal since he had a sewing needle in hand, mid-tug of the thread. Seokjin’s eyes seemed to widen at my arrival.

“I’m sorry if he interrupted your afternoon. He was on the couch one moment then he was gone the next.” I apologized, bowing my head in remorse.

“That’s okay! He hasn’t caused me any trouble.” Seokjin assured me.

I lifted my head up, “Really!? He’s been bratty since we arrived.” I was dismayed. My son listened to a complete stranger more than me!?

Seokjin’s plush lips pulled into a smile, “Yes. Your son has been well behaved!” Seokjin grabbed the scissors and snipped off the extra thread from the pig. Seokjin stood up, a new aura around him that was ignored by my son as Seokjin seemed to strut up to me.

“If you feel that bad about interrupting my afternoon, you can treat me to a better one this week?” Seokjin implied, his eyes whirling with confidence.

I almost choked on air. Did my attractive neighbor just ask me out?

“I… Well…” I was at a loss for words.

Seokjin’s small smile turned into a bigger one, almost cocky, “How about tomorrow? Here. At six.” He tempted, one of his hands moving up to fix my shirt. I’m pretty sure he could feel my heart going faster than it’s ever gone before.

Seokjin’s eyes playfully cast up, awaiting my response.

“So what did you tell him?” Jeongguk asked, getting himself a glass of lemonade and leaning against the kitchen island I was currently sitting at. Head in my hands as my body burned with humiliation. Junseok was on the couch, too emersed in his game to understand how badly I ruined myself.

“I shouted ‘I’m gay’ and ran out.” I grumbled.

Lemonade shot out from Jeongguk’s nose, spraying out onto the countertop. My eyes widened and I jumped up to get him some paper towels, grabbing a few myself to catch the liquid that threatened to ruin the floor. Jeongguk grabbed the paper towels and held them up to his face as he began to cough and sputter. I swore I heard slight chuckling in the distress.

“I-I don’t… I don’t think that line works in THIS scenario…” Jeongguk coughed as he moved his cup to the sink, having no desire to have lemonade again any time soon.

“I panicked!” I tried to defend myself.

“Do you want to go on a date with him?” He inquired.

I threw my hands up, “I don’t know! I hardly even know the guy!”

My best friend rolled his eyes, “Well, you won’t know him anytime soon with you shouting ‘I’m gay’ while running out his apartment like he was asking you if you knew his lord and savior Jesus Christ.” Jeongguk smirked.

“I didn’t say ‘I’m gay’ while running out! I said it then ran out. Get your shit straight, Jeon.” I dropped back down to my seat with a pout. I leaned forward, dropping my head so my face was against the cold countertop, groaning in defeat and embarrassment.

“Okay, I’m sorry.” Jeon tried to refrain from smiling, but was failing horribly, “I shouldn’t tease you about this. Maybe go over, see if the offer stands and if he was serious. He came on a little strong. You never know, he might be as freaked out as you.”

My head lifted up and my eyes filled with hope. “Will it be that easy? You think so?” I asked in ease.

“No. He definitely thinks you’re weird and probably has another date set up in your spot. When you get there tomorrow, you’ll be interrupting his date.”

There were a few moments of silence as my expression fell and his lifted.

“I hope that lemonade burned your nose.” I muttered, laying my head back on the island.

"But Uncle Jeonnnn." My son whined from the kitchen island the next day, after a busy morning.

"No. I said we'd get ice cream AFTER you put away all your toys." Jeongguk asserted, lightly kicking the large box of toys that had been taped up from being ripped.

I only shook my head as I loaded the fridge with groceries.

"But I already cleaned my room, helped dad in the kitchen and helped you!" My son bargained.

"He has been helping a lot today, Jeon," I informed with a small smile.

Jeongguk's head snapped to face me, betrayal written in his eyes, "Who's side are you on!?"

I let out a sigh. I had two toddlers now.

"I'm not picking a side. Junseok, he said after you put your toys away. But Jeongguk, you can't discredit the work he's put in today without being a brat or complaining once. " I resolved.

My best friend pouted, deep in thought. He then turned to my son.

"How about we get junk food and play video games for an hour as your reward?" Jeon suggested, making my son's eyes light up.

"Good, because I don't want to go back on my word. You only get ice cream when you put away your toys. Go get ready." Jeon chuckled.

My son jumped up and rushed to his room quickly as if Jeon would change his mind in under thirty seconds. Jeongguk stood next to me to open the fridge for a bottle of soda.

"Are you sure you're okay with this? I know you said you wanted to help, but I don't want you to be doing all this because you feel obligated to." I frowned.

Jeongguk raised his eyebrow and swallowed, "M/n? I'm only taking him to the convenience store and back?"

"That's not it, " I rolled my eyes, "You've helped me mostly unpack, arrange the apartment and even took a week off from work to get us settled in. You've given a lot in the past few days."

It was then my best friend's turn to roll his eyes, "Seriously? Friends help friends move. And BEST friends arrange your fucking apartment for you because you don't have your shit together. If I didn't want to be here I wouldn't show up. You and your son deserve some happiness right now, so if I have to call another customer service line to help me set up a shelf, I fucking will."

I smiled at how much determination filled his eyes. "You didn't have the right tool, like a dumbass," I recalled, trying not to cackle.

"The manual said I didn't need a hammer!" He snapped.

"Your voice got a little offended there. Did I hit a nerve?" I teased.

"Know what? Fuck you, " Jeongguk stated dramatically as he put down his soda and began to stride out the kitchen, "I'm leaving you! I'm going to stay with my parents and I'm taking our son with me!" He ranted as he walked into the hall.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I moved back to stock up the kitchen. After I loaded the pantry I looked around for the box with the plates. I walked more into the living room to examine the stacked boxes by the door but didn't find any more boxes for the kitchen. I frowned.

"Hey, Jeongguk?" I called rotating boxes, hoping I read them wrong.

"Yes?" He called back from my room.

"Do you know where the last box for the kitchen is?"

"Check the hall! There are a few boxes out there that just got delivered!" In the hall!?

I shook my head in judgment and walked to the front door and out into the hall. Sure enough, to the left of my door were two stacks of boxes, four boxes high. I jogged back into the apartment to get my box cutter off the kitchen counter and ran back out to get to work on opening the last kitchen box that conveniently sat on the top of the first stack.

After I cut the tape open, I retract the blade in the box cutter and shoved it in my front hoodie pocket for easy access. I opened the box and took out a plate to examine it for any damages.

I could hear Jeongguk and my son talking as they entered the living room, then the entryway to pull on their shoes.

"Off to get junk?" I asked, checking other plates.

"Yes! He even dressed himself." My eyes widened at my best friend's words, making me spin around to face my mismatched son.

He had on red pants, a white T-shirt, green converse, a pink hat, and a yellow zip-up hoodie.

"...Junseok...Why?" I wasn't disappointed or judging, just confused.

Junseok shrugged, "It's comfortable."

"I mean, at least that's what matters." I gave him a warm smile.

Jeongguk reached in his back pocket, "He's adorable, I should take a picture." Jeon froze.

"Fuck! I forgot my phone. Wait here, Seok." Jeon gave my son two quick pats on the head and dashed inside.

My son and I gave each other and look then shifted our gazes to the apartment to give my best friend a judgemental look he couldn't see. Once Jeongguk came back, he took my son's hand and gave us both a big bunny smile.

"We're off!" He announced, puffing out his chest.

"To see the wizard?" I teased.

"Off what?" My son questioned.

Jeongguk deflated, "Let's just go." He grumbled as I held back a chuckle.

"Bye, Dad!" Junseok happily waved and began to drag my best friend down the hall.

"I'll grab you the usual!" Jeon quickly told me as my son dragged him to the elevators.

I giggled, shaking my head. I turned back to the boxes and lifted up the kitchen one. I took the box into the kitchen, setting it down on the island and made my way back out to the hall. I grabbed the top box on the second stack, turning it to get a better look at what I had written on the side of it.

As I was checking I could hear footsteps behind me. I smirked, figuring it was my friend forgetting something, "Forgot your wallet now, Jeon?" I teased, turning around.

I was met with someone who wasn't Jeongguk.

Seokjin was looking down at the floor. It looked like he had been biting at his lips and his hands were shoved in his pocket.

"Hello, M/n..." His voice was awkward and I didn't expect it from the man who was so confident and straightforward yesterday.

"Seokjin! Hi! How is your day so far?" I asked just as awkwardly.

There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence. Seokjin let out a groan of frustration as he pulled his hands out his pockets and lifted his gaze.

"I wanted to apologize!" He stated, his chest seeming to puff up.

I pressed my lips together in an effort to not smile, "Apologize for what?"

"I came on too strong yesterday." -Seokjin looked down at the floor again- "You had barely met me and I thought if I made an impression, you'd be as interested as me. I talked to my friend about it and he called me a dumbass. I understand why though. You and your boyfriend seem to be happy together and have a son an-" I raised one finger up as I let out a small giggle of disbelief.

I knew it was rude to interrupt but I just had to.

"Y-You... You think Jeongguk and I are boyfriends?" I held back laughter.

His eyes widened slightly, seeming even more embarrassed, "Are you not??"

"Jeongguk is my best friend, he has a habit of calling my son 'our son' because he's been around him since birth and helped me a lot with raising him. I feel nothing but platonic feelings for Jeongguk and he feels the same. We're like brothers." I explained, a smile on my face.

So Seokjin was a softie. I should've guessed.

"I... I could've sworn... Well, that makes sense!" Seokjin threw his hands up and groaned, turning around so his back was to me and put his face in his hands.

"Seokjin? If the offer still stands I would love to go on a date with you. I just don't know if I can do it tonight." I smirked, feeling bolder now that I knew he was as awkward as me.

"I'll admit you DID make an impression. You made me so flustered I told you I was gay and ran." I added light-heartedly.

I heard Seokjin let out a small laugh and saw his shoulders shake a bit.

I pressed my lips together, thinking of how to make this situation less awkward.

“Would you like to have a drink with me? I’m kinda tired and need a break.” I smiled.

Seokjin nodded, only moving when I began to walk into my apartment.

“Woww!” He exclaimed in awe.

“What is it?” I asked, spinning around, full of fear.

“Your apartment looks so clean!” I let out a breath of relief.

I thought he found something bad. Like my son leaving a half-eaten sandwich on the floor or even Jeongguk forgetting my underwear on the couch because he insisted that he do laundry today.

Glad it wasn’t anything bad, I strolled to the kitchen to serve us glasses of lemonade. Seokjin looked around a bit before making his way into the kitchen.

“So, who’s your friend with the blunt advice?” I giggled, lifting my glass to my lips.

Seokjin smiled, “Yoongi. He goes back and forth between staying at my apartment and our friend Hoseok’s apartment. The day I did that was the day he was at Hoseok’s. He said I was like a toddler who he couldn’t leave alone.”

“Jeongguk says the same thing. He teased me endlessly for what I did,” I chuckled.

“Well, now we’re having a conversation like adults.”

“More like teenagers, because we’re having lemonade awkwardly.”

“Adults awkwardly drink lemonade too!” I laughed, only shaking my head.

“How old are you anyway? I want to say you’re my hyung, but the way you act contradicts that.” Seokjin pressed his hand to his chest in fake offense.

“I’m 26!”  

“So you’re a goofy hyung.”

“And you’re a rude dongsaeng!” Now it was my turn to be offended.

“How so!?”

“You should’ve asked my age when we met!”

“Well, I’m sorry I was distracted!”

“I know I’m handsome but please have manners!” My face pretty much heated up the whole room.

“It’s because Jeongguk shouted out the window! Then the second time you cornered me!” I defended my honor as best as I could.

“Ahh, I knew my handsome face affected you.” He smiled playfully, shifting his hand to blow me a kiss.

“…I will kick you out of my apartment.”

Seokjin let out a laugh, “Why?”

“Because you’re backing me into a corner!”

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re handsome too.”

“…Where is Yoongi-hyung when you need him.”

“Yah! Why do you automatically call him hyung and not me!?”

“Because I learned my lesson!”

“Why didn’t you learn it before me!?”

“…I’m sorry, Hyung. I’ll do better next time.”

Seokjin smiled bigger, “Ah,” He clutched his chest, his face scrunching a bit like he was touched and proud, “what a respectful young man I’m raising you to be.”

“…I’m kicking you out.”

Over the next few days, Seokjin and I would wave to each other and sometimes he would knock at my door just to hang out. Jeongguk and Junseok seemed to really like him. It wasn’t long before I gave him my number so he could just text me when he would come over so I could just leave the door unlocked and so we could talk more.

If he wasn’t complimenting himself or me over text he would be giving me horribly good dad jokes.

I settled in easily and got a job working at Jeongguk’s ‘assistant’ since he worked as a camera operator. I was supposed to be as qualified as him, but what ends up happening is him teaching me how to work the camera and then him judging me when I fuck up. I am getting better, and I’m happy to have my best friend working with me.

After work is usually when Seokjin invites himself over. Since Jungkook and I are mostly attached to the hip, we pick up Junseok and all go home to my apartment together, so we make a ton of noise.

I needed to clean my apartment and go shopping one day, so Seokjin agreed to watch Junseok. I thought he would mind at first but he said he ‘would be honored to teach this young man his ways’ if I just promised that I would feed him dinner too… I wasn’t sure if I should’ve left him with Seokjin…

I had Seokjin stay at my now clean apartment while he watched Junseok since it would be easier. It was just Seokjin and Junseok since Jungkook had to go back to his own apartment to clean up.

I looked at the two bags of chips, one was ‘original’, meaning salt and a ton of grease and other one was octopus flavored. Since I haven’t tried the octopus flavored chip, I figured ‘what the hell’ and dropped them both in my basket.

“Old habits never die huh?” I heard making me freeze.

Please don’t be her.

I spun around and felt my blood boil, “Hyejin, what the actual fuck are you doing here?”

She gave me an awkward smile, “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Drop the crap, what do you want.”

“You just leaving was cruel. He’s my son too.” I narrowed my eyes at her, fighting every urge not to explode in a semi-busy store.

“You wanted nothing to do with him because it inconvenienced your ‘perfect life’. So you can fuck off with that. You literally delivered him, then handed him to me and never even visited until a few months ago. ”

“Because I regretted my decision.”

“Because the party was over. The people who ‘knew you better than me’ decided you were expendable.”

She sighed, “Stop being so mean!”

“Stop pretending like you came to this decision yourself and like you actually give a fuck.”

“What makes you think that I don’t!?”

“What’s the name of Junseok’s pig?”

There was silence. I sighed at her look of panic. Maybe I was too harsh, but I didn’t want MY son to be hurt by an unreliable person who only cared about themselves.

“Listen,” I began, looking down at my hands, trying to think over my words, “We used to have something and I didn’t plan on having a son so soon. You basically took matters into your own hands and forced this on the both of us. You had him, then handed him to me and never even looked his direction. I moved here to start over with him. So he wouldn’t hear stories of his mother at least for now. You left us both. You can see where I’m coming from can’t you?”

I looked up at the end of my rant to see her fuming.

I guess she couldn’t see where I was coming from.

“You can’t just pick up and start over without me! I’m his mother!”

“A mother doesn’t give her child up for partying and people who don’t care about anyone or anything.”

“Stop bringing my friends into this! It’s YOUR fault!”

I let out an annoyed sigh. This was going nowhere.

“You’re obviously not mature yet. Please leave me and MY son alone. I would consider you visiting my son if you grew up a little bit because you obviously haven’t learned anything. He starts school soon, and if I see or hear of you stalking him there or waiting at the fucking gates, so help me I will get every lawyer I can get my hands on to MAKE you stay away. So I’m politely telling you to go fuck yourself.” I grabbed another bag of chips and began to push past her.

“You can’t take my son from me!” She yelled as I walked away.

“I didn’t! You handed him over!” I called back, trying to walk away in fucking style.

I couldn’t stop thinking about Hyejin on the elevator ride up to my apartment.

Maybe I WAS too harsh.

Or maybe she was too stubborn to take a fucking hint.

I kept wondering if there was a compromise we could come to or if something was wrong with my logic.

I was afraid she’d get bored like before then leave again. Play nice for a few weeks then leave.

I didn’t want someone like that in my son’s life but she was right, she was his mother and she had rights.

What if I DID have to involve the law?

What if they decided that I shouldn’t get my son?

What if it all went downhill because I was too stubborn to just let her see him??

What if I DID let her see him and she took him from me??

I was so stuck in my thoughts that I didn’t notice that I got out the elevator and shoved open my front door.

I didn’t snap out of it until I heard a male scream. My head snapped up to see Seokjin leap from the couch and frantically look around for something to defend himself. After finding nothing he, for some reason, settled on Oink who was laying on the couch, cocking his arm back like he was going to throw it at me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa it's just me!" I held my hands up in front of me- "Put. The. Pig. Down!"

"You don't just walk into a man's home!" Seokjin scolded, shaking the pink stuffed pig at me in a demonstration of dominance.

“It’s MY apartment!”

“It was MY territory before you entered!”

“Like hell it is! I pay the bills!”

“I babysit and grace this place with my looks! Now tell me who REALLY provides for this family!”

As much as I tried to fight it, that made me smile. Despite me being too stressed and worked up to focus when I walked in, Seokjin made it all melt away in a matter of moments.

It was like 10 tons was lifted from my shoulders.

I sighed, letting my body relax, “You, Seokjin.” I smiled tiredly as I walked over to him.

He looked a little shocked at my words, still holding his guard up as I threw my arms around him to pull him into a thankful hug.

“You provide for this family more than you know.” I spoke, letting the silence hang in the air.

Then too much silence. It was only a few seconds of silence but it seemed like minutes. I was considering apologizing and pulling away, but I felt Jin wrap his arms around my waist and pull me closer.

It was now peaceful, comfortable, and reassuring silence.

It wasn’t like a hug with Jeongukk. Though it was filled with love and comfort, it felt like that but so much more.

I could feel my emotions pool in my chest and threaten to spill out. All from a simple hug.

“…I’m lost.” I admitted, hiding my face into his well-built shoulder.

Seokjin let out a small sigh, his arms tightening around me, “I’ll always be here to guide you.” He seemed to promise in a soft tone.

Maybe I could be willing to let Seokjin into my life more than I already had.

It really wouldn’t be so bad to let Seokjin be the person he wanted to be to me… Would it?

“So…about that date.” I began.

“Remember not to put the glass pitcher in the front of the fridge!” I called to Jeongguk as he was sat on the floor with my son.

I could hear their loud game continue, letting me know that they were far from listening. Their bowls of noodles sat behind them on the coffee table, untouched as they numbed themselves to the gaming world,

“Yah! Eat your food!” I snapped, making Jeongguk roll his eyes with an annoyed groan.

“Fine, MOM. We’ll eat.” He sassed, tapping my son’s side to get him to turn to the table.

I could hear a soft knock on the door that made me rush over to it. I pulled open my door, ready to tell Jin to just come in because I needed to wait for my socks to get out the drawer but my jaw dropped at the sight of him.

Black leather jacket, black shirt, dark jeans, and dark boots. A beautiful earring dangled from one of his ears, giving just the right amount of flash to draw attention.

I couldn’t help but stare in awe of the man I happened to snatch up by chance. I was taken by surprise by the outfit. He usually went for a more softer look. So my dumbass was wearing an oversized sweater and jeans to match his soft look but now that wasn’t happening.

Seokjin began to smirk at my obvious staring but just like that, it was over. The moment ruined with a noodle flying across the room, sauce splattering a bit on his face and my son cackling like the tyrant he was growing up to be.

My eyes widened and I quickly ran to get paper towels as Jeongguk began to scold my son about wasting noodles.

I made a mental note to scold my son for not only wasting noodles but ruining a perfectly good leather jacket.

“Sorry, Hyung! I should’ve warned you not to wear anything nice.” I let out a small awkward laugh.

“After all I’ve done to save Oink and THIS is how I’m treated!?” Seokjin mocked offense, a smile blessing his face, making me let out a breath of relief.

Seokjin the ran over to my son to ‘tackle’ him to the floor and wiggle his finger’s against my son’s side, causing my son to squeal with laughter. Jeongguk quickly picked a side as he jumped on Seokjin’s back to annoy him, causing Seokjin to yell at Jeongguk, but not causing him to stop tickling my son.

I smiled as warmth spread throughout my chest. Despite Seokjin’s attire, he was too soft for his own good and I loved that about him. He didn’t prod at my personal life, he didn’t push his boundaries, or judge how young I was with a son. Or even judge my relationship with Jeongguk. He just took it as it was and didn’t try to change it, he just wanted to be involved. He wanted to know me. He wanted to be a part of my life and take care of us.

“Yah! You’re ruining my date!” I complained, causing Jeongguk to blow into Seokjin’s ear as a form of rebellion.

“Stop giving foreplay!” I snapped at Jeongguk, causing his eyes to widen and for him to freeze in place.

Seokjin used Jeongguk’s pause to his advantage, grabbing Jeongguk to have him on his back so Seokjin could tickle him relentlessly too. Jeongguk let out a loud laugh as he tried to squirm out of Seokjin’s grasp.

“M/N! GET YOUR BOYFRIEND!”

“I don’t know, man. The way you were teasing him makes me think he’s YOUR boyfriend…”

“LESS SHIT TALK, MORE HELP!”

The date was not what I expected, but in a good way. Seokjin said he had a reservation somewhere and I thought it was a restaurant but after a few minutes of walking, he bought two bags of chips and some drinks as we casually strolled, which was gradually making my sanity decrease.

“So… Is this the date?” I asked as Seokjin’s eyes were trained on looking in his bag for the perfect chip.

“Would it be terrible if it was?” He asked, not bothering to look up.

“Not really, I just don’t really understand why we took an hour train ride to walk around.”

Seokjin only smirked. A moment of silence.

“So what do you think of koalas?” He tested.

“WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING!?”

Seokjin let out a laugh and kept walking. I glared at the back of his head, wondering if it would be too cruel to trip him.

Words can never explain how much I felt like a child as I hastily pulled off my shoes and put them away. I practically vibrated with excitement as Seokjin led me into the empty place.

A trampoline park.

No one else but us and staff.  

I was frozen in place, taken by surprise at just how huge this place was, “How did you manage to do this!? Are you rich or something!?” I gasped, “Am I your sugar baby now?” I asked as Seokjin un-glued me from my spot by pulling me by the hand.

“As much as I want you to think I’m perfect, my friend Taehyung works here. He offered the night to us.” He explained, stepping on the boarders of the trampolines on the floor so he could walk easily.

“…Are all your friends cool?” I asked, causing Seokjin to stop in his tracks and whip his head around to face me.

“Yah! Why do you want to know? I’m the coolest out of them! I’m the only 10!” I pressed my lips together in attempts to not burst out laughing.

Seokjin shook his head, “Let’s play a game! There are a few balls around, I go on one side and you go on the other, it hits the wall behind me, you get a point, I hit it behind you, you get a point.”

I could feel my competitive spirit spur in my chest, “Oh you’re fucking on!” I smirked, playfully pushing him to the side and rushing to get to the other side of the room.

“WHY DID YOU PUSH ME!?”

“PLAY THE GAME HYUNG!”

Seokjin decided to set a timer, 20 minutes, whoever got the most points in those 20 minutes was the winner. The loser had to buy dinner and the tickets back home. A few minutes into the game and I was only pulling 2 points ahead.

Seokjin was more athletic then I gave him credit for. Soon it got way too hot in the sweater I decided to wear. I was so used to playing these kinds of games with Jeongguk that I didn’t question it when I yanked off my sweater and threw it to the side to quickly get back into the game before Seokjin attempted to score.

However, that didn’t happen. Seokjin was walking with the ball, eyes too focused on me to the point where he stepped wrong between two trampolines, causing him to slip and the brightly colored borders to go directly into his groin. My hand flew up to my mouth as I heard the wind get knocked out of him painfully. I could feel second-hand pain in my stomach as he fell to the side, his hands cupping the now extremely sensitive area, his eyes watered.

“Holy shit! Hyung!? Are you okay!?” I asked, trying to run over but ended up losing my balance. Which ended in me doing a useless belly flop in his direction.

Seokjin let out a pain-filled chuckle, “Stop being cute I’m dying!”

“I’m sorry, Hyung!” I apologized quickly, getting up as fast as I could and stepping on the border so I wouldn’t lose balance again.

Before I could race to him Seokjin’s words stopped me, “YAH! Put on your shirt first!!”

I nodded rapidly and rushed over to grab my sweater, yanking it on and turning to sprint to Jin. Which made my impatient ass slip.

Again.

I let out a frustrated groan as I belly-flopped again.

“Oh just fucking forget it!” Seokjin murmured breathlessly, rolling onto his back.  

“How about I just walk?” I suggested.

“That would be best considering this place is a death trap.”

I stood again, moving to walk carefully on the borders until I got to Seokjin. I kneeled down beside him, petting his head in attempts to comfort him.

“…Thank you.” He muttered, staring at the ceiling, looking like he was questioning every choice he’s ever made.

“…This means I win right?”

“Gloat all you want but I’m never bringing you here ever again and I’m telling Taehyung that he tried to kill me.”

“…No one had you staring.” I tried to hold back the laughter that was bubbling in my chest.

“SO NOW IT’S MY FAULT THAT YOU GOT NAKED IN FRONT OF ME!?” Seokjin suddenly popped off.

“I just took off my shirt. It was too hot.” I defended.

“TOO HOT IS RIGHT! YOU CHEATED! YOU KNEW THAT WOULD MAKE ME FLUSTERED! I WANT A REMATCH WHEN I CAN FEEL MY LEFT LEG AGAIN!” Seokjin ranted.

I giggled, “Hyung, just admit that you like my body and you lost.”

“I didn’t lose! You cheated! How would you feel if I took off my shirt during a game?”

“I would like it very much.” I teased.

I could see color bloom in Seokjin’s cheeks and ears.

I could feel adoration fill my chest, “You’re so cute.”

“I’m a 26-year-old man. I’m not cute.”

“If I get you dinner can I call you cute?”

“You get me dinner and I charge you for getting to have a meal with me.”

“You called me cute, this isn’t fair.”

“Don’t talk back to your hyung.”

“…My hyung just broke his balls…”

“And it demands respect!”

I half expected Seokjin to take me to a cafe or something, but instead, he was arguing on the phone as I‌ grabbed chips out of a vending machine.

“I set up that reservation three hours ago!”‌ My eyebrows shot up.

“How the fuck did you even do that in the first place??”‌ Seokjin pressed his hand to the phone as if to completely keep the person on the other line from hearing.

“Someone canceled and I booked it.”‌ He responded in a hushed tone.

The other person seemed to say something because Seokjin quickly removed his hand and snapped, “They DID cancel!”‌

I only shook my head as I looked around. There were a few small restaurants. One looked like it had some good looking noodles. Another one had shrimp wrapped in something that I first thought was noodles. It was more like a batter of sorts, it was all dipped in the deep fryer. I was more curious about what the hell that dough was than hungry for it.

I‌ did see one stall that stood out though. An older woman was making knife-cut noodles. She didn’t have many people since there was a constant battle of everyone one-upping each other.

I turned to Seokjin, who was still arguing with this person who wasn’t budging. I grabbed his hand and began to pull him towards the stall. He was too focused on bickering that he just let me drag him along. I pushed down on his shoulders to make him sit then turned to the surprised woman.

“Two bowls please!”‌ I‌ eagerly asked.

“Would you like chicken or pork in your bowl?”‌ She asked, mirroring my smile.

I frowned a bit looking over at Seokjin, still arguing. I wasn’t really sure what he would prefer.

“One bowl of each? He’s a little stubborn.”‌ I chuckled awkwardly.

She only nodded in understanding as she began to cook the noodles. I was excited, getting chopsticks and looking over the add-in options.

“Hyung, she has soybean paste!”‌ I exclaimed.

I didn’t hear a break in his stupid dispute.

“WHY TELL ME THERE WAS A CANCELLATION IF THERE WASNT!? THEY CALLED TO CANCEL THEY CAN'T JUST TAKE IT BACK!”

I let out a huff. Well at least I know he’s passionate about what he believes in.

I reached up and grabbed his phone, ignoring his appalled face as I ended the call.

“Yah!‌ I was winning! That was rude!” He scolded me.

“You weren’t winning!‌ You were arguing with a wall! Pay attention to me.”‌ I grumbled, moving to shove his phone in my pocket.

“Hey! Give me my phone!”‌ He tried to lunge for it but I held my arm out to just keep it out his reach.

“We came out to have a nice time!”‌ I whined.

“We are having a nice time!”‌

“You arguing about a table is not a nice time!”‌

Seokjin was about to retaliate but was cut off by the woman setting the bowls in front of us.

“Thank you!”‌ I smiled at her, successfully pocketing the phone.

“Pork or chicken?”‌ I asked, handing him chopsticks.

Seokjin wordlessly grabbed the chopsticks from me and slid the bowl with chicken closer to himself. A pout rested on his rose lips.

I‌ groaned, “Hyung, the reservation wasn’t THAT important to argue for twenty minutes.”‌

More silence.

I let out a sigh and pulled the pork bowl closer, mixing the noodles and beginning to eat. I looked over to the add-in options and got the hot pepper paste. I put a decent sized dab in my bowl and offered it to Seokjin, who just took it in more muteness. I only rolled my eyes and went back to eating. Who knew an argument could mean so much to him.

After about half a bowl of noodles, he finally spoke.

“I‌ wanted tonight to be perfect.”‌

I raised an eyebrow at him. He was only staring at his noodles in defeat.

“And it is so far… except for you arguing for twenty minutes then ignoring me for ten.”

Seokjin turned to me, sadness in his eyes, “But you finally said yes!‌”

His words slowly sunk in as he continued, “I didn’t get a lot of time to set this up, but I still wanted to blow you away.”‌ Oh great now I felt like a dick for not planning the date at a later time.

“I said yes because I wanted to know you more, not what you could offer me. I understand you want it to be perfect but I honestly feel more comfortable eating noodles at a stall than in a fancy restaurant that I have to get glares every time I laugh too loud. This IS perfect, Hyung.”‌

Seokjin looked back down at his bowl, “…If I would’ve known you were this cheap I would’ve had a picnic at the park.”‌ He grumbled.

“CAN WE!?”‌

Seokjin shook his head at me, a disapproving look on his face.

"I make a KILLER lemonade!"‌ I added with a proud smile.

I‌ saw Seokjin try to hold back a smile, "We'll have a picnic date next time."‌ He confirmed, lifting up a bundle of noodles.

We heard a clatter to the side of us. We whipped our heads to look towards the woman. She had dropped a spoon and looked a little... surprised?

"Ma'am, are you okay?"‌ I asked softly.

Seokjin only frowned, "Yes, we're on a date. I've even seen him without a shirt and I liked it."‌

My head snapped over to look at Seokjin, "Hyung!"

"We're planning on going home together,"‌ Seokjin added to my horror.

"OKAY!THANKYOUSOMUCHFORTHEMEALWE'REGOINGTOGONOW!" I yelled in one breath, frantically trying to pull my wallet out of my pocket.

"He even has a son so we don't need to adopt. We're going to raise a CHILD. TWO MEN."

"HYUNGSTOPTALKING!" I slammed the money on the table, just knowing I gave more money than was needed.

My face was way too hot and my brain was far too scattered to deal with what Seokjin just did.

I grabbed his hand and began to try to yank him away. It was useless. The man didn't budge.

"I'm going to use the belt tonight because he made me lose an argument."‌

World.

Just open up and take me now.

It wasn't just the woman who was staring now, it was others around the small market as well. I‌ wanted to melt into the floor.

“Hyung…”‌I‌ whispered, “If we leave now I’ll buy you cake.”

The ride and stroll home was by far my favorite part of the date. Even though I had to buy Seokjin a pretty expensive slice of cake –I’ve never seen someone shove a whole slice of strawberry cake in their mouth– we still talked the whole way home. Embarrassing stories of our childhoods, who our friends were and everything in between. It was amazing until the dreaded topic was brought up.

“What about Junseok? Does he talk to his mother?”‌

Fuck.

I looked down at my feet as we walked, thinking over my works. I tried to figure out how I was going to tell this story without being biased or have Seokjin thing badly of Hyejin.

Seokjin must have thought I didn’t want to tell him, “You don’t have to tell me if it’s too sore of a subject…”‌ He added, a little disappointed.

“It’s not that!”‌ I‌ quickly said, looking up as fast as I spoke.

I let out an awkward laugh from my outburst, “It’s just that I‌ don’t know how to really tell the story in a neutral or fair way. I only know one side of the story so it’s a little complicated.”‌

Seokjin let out a sigh. He reached over to grab my hand and dragged me over to some stairs close by. He sat down and patted beside him, “This sounds like it will take a while, so start from the beginning. We have the time.”‌

I looked down at him, shaking my head, “You just want to torture my best friend.”‌

“Looking after that well-behaved, future child of mine, is not torture.”‌ I raised an eyebrow.

“Future child of yours?”‌

“Just sit down and spill.”‌

I sighed, and plopped down next to him, this was going to be hard explaining this to someone who didn’t know Hyejin.

“I used to have two best friends. Jeongguk, and Hyejin. Hyejin was a girl and she kinda stuck around us,” I‌ began, trying to keep my eyes dead ahead so I wouldn’t have to look into his eyes. I‌ was almost afraid he would judge me.

“Jeongguk was in sports and had two other friends, Jimin and Taehyung. So sometimes Jeongguk and I couldn’t hang out. I‌ wasn’t mad about it, I mean I‌ didn’t expect him to not have other friends. But Hyejin made it seem like it was like he committed treason,”‌ I‌ scoffed at the ridiculousness, “She kept saying ‘if he’s having fun so should we’.”‌ I‌ mocked her stupid voice.

I could see Seokjin press his lips together to hold back laughter. I‌ sighed and began to rub my hands on my thighs nervously.

“I‌ was an art student. I‌ was trying to keep my grades above average and I didn’t care about having fun. But Hyejin kept going on and on and I knew that she wouldn’t stop until I gave in and went with her at least once. So I did. ” I‌ could feel my heart speed up at the thought of finishing the stupid story that seemed to affect me years later.

“Jimin had told me once that Hyejin was giving me heart eyes. I‌ told him she was our childhood friend, so he was wrong. Jeongguk and I talked about how she seemed to be the most unconvinced when I‌ came out, but I was too idiotic to think she would just let it go.”‌ I could feel anger begin to build and sting the back of my eyes.

“So sure enough, I‌ got black-out drunk and wandered upstairs. I just wanted to pass out and have someone drag me home in the morning. I‌ remember diving onto the bed and texting Jeongguk. I‌ remember Hyejin coming into the room and asking if I was plastered. I‌ remember saying something stupid like ‘I’m not plaster, I’m a person.’. I‌ remember her flipping me over and complaining about taking me home. I just remember her hovering over me. I‌ thought she was just going to complain more and take me home like a decent fucking human being would.”‌I nearly growled.

Seokjin scooted closer to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. He pulled me close but said nothing, allowing me to continue.

“The last thing I‌ remember was her stupid fucking face hovering over me. I‌ woke up next to her. Being the idiot I was, I‌ woke her up and told her we would keep it a secret. I‌ dumbly thought she was as wasted as me and we just happened to hook up. We didn’t talk about it and I told her that if she brought it up, we wouldn’t be friends anymore.”‌ Even the summarized version made my blood boil.

“A few weeks later, she called in sick to school. When Jeongguk and I called in to check up on her, we were yelled at by her mom. Well… I‌ was yelled at by her mom. I‌ was called a low-life player and a bunch of other stupid shit. When I asked her what the hell her problem was, she told me Hyejin was pregnant.”‌

“I had to explain to Jeongguk what happened. Of course, Jeongguk was pissed. My family wasn’t very stable financially. But Hyejin’s family was. I had to explain to my parents. They weren’t as hard on me as they could’ve been, but they were disappointed. Jeongguk was the first to say she did it on purpose.”

“I believe him.”‌ Seokjin’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“I‌ do too. I tried to get a job, I‌ mean I was going to have a kid. So I stopped taking school as seriously. I figured if I‌ passed just above the bar it would be enough for art school. Hyejin kept telling me that being a parent was a full-time thing. She wasn’t going to let me go to art school. I told her that I WAS going. There were plenty of fathers in college! I‌ tried damn hard to get above the bar while working. It’s was 8 months of hell with Hyejin. Jeongguk would invite me to hang out with him and his friends, only for Hyejin to somehow find us and tell off Jimin like he was trying to steal me away. I‌ told her to cut it out, only for her to tell me I was hers until the baby was born. Jeong–”‌

“Bitch.”‌ I choked on air.

Seokjin patted my back as I coughed and sputtered, “Are you okay!?”‌ He questioned, worry written all over his face. My choking turned into laughter as I leaned onto Seokjin’s lap.

“What!? I’m sorry, but that’s crazy stalker level bitchery!”‌ He defended, only causing me to laugh more. Literal tears.

I felt Seokjin’s fingers comb through my hair as he let out small laughs of his own, waiting for me to calm down.

It wasn’t so bad in Seokjin’s lap. It was warm and comforting. Just what I needed for the finale of the horror story. My laughter died down. He didn’t stop playing with my hair as my breath evened out.

“Jeongguk was going to move here. But he stayed until Junseok was born.” I‌ said softly.

I rubbed my face more against his thigh, “That was nice of him.”‌Seokjin’s voice was feather-light.

“She left us.”‌ I‌ stated.

Seokjin’s fingers froze.

“Her parents were insisting I should marry her. My parents would fight back. A few weeks before Junseok was born, her parents put us in an apartment to live together. My mother hated it. It was pretty high-end. A few days before Junseok was born, Hyejin and I got into a fight about us getting married. I wasn’t going to do it. I would support her and my child. I‌ would make sure he grew up right, but I wasn’t going to trap myself in a loveless marriage. So when Junseok was born. She ignored me almost the whole time. Only waking up to feed him then going back to bed. Jimin, Taehyung, and Jeongguk were more excited to see him than she was. It was no surprise that as soon as she was able to walk around, she packed her things, handed me Junseok and left everything to me.”‌

I felt wet hit my cheek.

After a moment of confusion, I looked up at Seokjin. His eyes were red, tears beginning to streak down his cheeks.

I‌ quickly sat up to cup his face, “Why are you crying?”‌ I asked, trying to wipe away as many tears as I would.

“He’s such a great son. Why wouldn’t she just give him a chance?‌!” I’ve never seen him so hurt and angry.

I let out a sigh, “She came back last year. She tried to act like nothing happened. She just kept coming over and saying I was the problem for not giving her a chance. He knows her as his aunt, which creeps me out. So I moved so she would leave us alone. She just knows I’m in Seoul.”‌ I sagged my shoulders and dropped my hands to his thighs.

“Well she can suck my ass he’s my son now.”‌

“WHY IS EVERYONE TRYING TO CLAIM MY SON??” I‌ demanded.

Seokjin chuckled, “I’m telling you, he’s a great boy. You did perfect.”‌ His voice was soft and comforting.

He placed his hand in my hair to ruffle it, “You and your son are perfect for me.”‌

He’s face was still blotched red. His eyes shined with the light and his nose was as red as his ears. He was beautiful. It hurt to see him cry, but I couldn’t help the fondness that built in my chest.

“You’re perfect for us too.”‌ I‌ whispered.

His eyes turned into crescents as his smile grew.

“You’re even handsome when you cry.”‌ I‌ smirked.

“Yah!”‌ The switch flipped.

Seokjin drew back to smack the back of my head, “I’m starting to think you only want me around for my looks!”‌

“That’s not true!” I rubbed the back of my head with a pout, “I keep you around because you cook and make dad jokes.”‌

“…Do you appreciate them?”‌

“Very much so.”‌

“…Then I will continue to stay.”‌

Seokjin and I walked into the apartment building hand-in-hand. I would occasionally swing our hands, being the idiot I‌ was. Seokjin had a thing for winking at people who stared, which I had to scold him for.

Upon exiting the elevator, Seokjin turned to me, “How about I hang out at your apar-”‌

A‌ loud shriek cut Seokjin off. Making us both jump and look down the hall.

“JUNSEOK GIVE ME THE BASKET OF TOWELS!!!”‌ I could hear Jeongguk’s muffled yelling from in the apartment.

“SECRET AGENT SEOK WILL USE THEM TO ESCAPE THE EVIL VILLAIN!”‌

“YOU USE THEM TO CLIMB OUT THE WINDOW AND I WILL GRAB SCIS- STOP TYING THEM TOGETHER YOUR FATHER WILL KILL ME!”‌

I let out a deep sigh, turning to Seokjin, “You still sure he’s a good son?”‌

Seokjin gave me a big smile, “He’s tormenting Jeongguk. He’s the best son.”‌

I‌ could hear Junseok scream.

“SCREAM ALL YOU WANT! YOU CAN’T GO OUT THE WINDOW!!!”‌

Seokjin let out a sigh of his own, his hand tightened around mine, “Let’s go handle our son, shall we?”‌

[dadbodsarehot]

aizen is a whore.txt

rating: uhhh... lets say teen. it gets a little spicy at the end. not very but. a little bit 

pairing: gintsuya ( gin x tetsuya ) 

words: 1759 ( i did NOT think it was this long. oops ) 

summary: aizen fucks w tetsuyas head and. yknow i just wanted to write hurt comfort. you can probably guess wht happens. the actual filename fr this was “uh oh spaghettio” 

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"A moment of your time, Sakurai?"

Tetsuya stiffens, his customary place at Gins' side interrupted for a moment as he stops in place and the other man keeps going for a moment, as they both turn to look at the source of the voice. Aizen had never spoken directly to him- most of the time he felt invisible to the ex-captain, and that was widely how he preferred it. There was something unsettling about him- always had been, as far as Tetsuya was concerned. He would guess recent events would confirm his anxiety about him, but... somehow, it went even deeper than that, didn't it? It was hard to pinpoint.   "Are you planning on bullying My Little Tetsuya?" Gin speaks up first, and the playful and carefree tone of his voice doesn't match the possessive curl of his large hand around the brunettes' shoulder, the harsh squeeze that is nothing more than a channel for sudden anxiety.  

"Of course not, Gin. I wouldn't dare harm a single hair on your precious lieutenant. I merely wish to speak to him." The word lieutenant is almost a slur, and the air of command behind his statement says that saying so was only as a formality, to be kind; he could kill Tetsuya if he wanted and there was nothing Gin could do about it. Tetsuya doubts both things-- so why is he still so afraid to be in a room by himself with him? "Alone."

The hand releases itself from his shoulder, albeit reluctantly, before the click of sandals foretells Gins' departure.

"I-Is there, ah, s-something I can- can d-do for you, Lord Aizen?" The title burns on his tongue, a necessary evil.

"Of course not." The casual way he says it slices through Tetsuya, but he does his best to not let it show on his face. "Which raises the question of why you came here to begin with, doesn't it?"

"W-with all d-due- due respect....I th-think that should b-be obvious."

"Make no mistake, I know exactly why it is that you're here. It's cute, isn't it? A story like yours- a lieutenant struck with love for his captain, a love that would draw him to betray everything he's ever known. If this were a story, were fiction, well. I'm sure you'd sell quite a lot of copies, wouldn't you? But in reality...." Aizen levels him with a gaze that makes him feel small and insecure-- smaller even than he usually does. "Do you really think that love is returned?"

Tetsuya bites his tongue so hard he tastes blood; it distracts him from the pain that shatters like something fragile in his chest. "Of- Of c-course I do."

"And why is that? Because he told you so? Gin is a very convincing actor, when he chooses to be." Aizens' voice is filled with pity Tetsuya doesn't want, and he wishes he could cover his ears and scream until his throat bleeds to block out his words. As it is, his body is frozen. "Are you so naive that you don't realize? We've all been watching him play with you, with your emotions, for decades now. It's been a bit sad, honestly. You're nothing more than a toy to him, little Tetsuya. In reality, the love story doesn't exist. The man you sold your soul to-"

"Stop. Y-You don't- You don't kn-know- don't know wh-what you're- what you're t-talking about." He didn't mean to cut him off, but somehow Aizen doesn't seem to mind; he seems too fixated on the tears filling his magenta eyes, like they're the best sight hes seen all day.

"Don't I? You wouldn't be so upset if you didn't know what I was saying was true, would you? Face it; you aren't worth his time as anything more than a fun distraction. He let you follow him here in the same way as you would take a game on a long trip, and he would let you die if only to see the look on your face as it happens."

He didn't want to believe it, the vile words that spilled from this vile man. He knew they weren't true, didn't he? So why couldn't he stop how they invaded his thoughts, how they chiseled away at his burgeoning self esteem- was he being played with, even now? Was he good enough to stand by Gins' side as his equal, or.. or was he just a plaything, destined to be broken and thrown away? Was that all he had ever been? Tears stream hot down his cheeks and his disgusting sobs echo off the walls, nausea gathering in his stomach when a hand lands on his shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze that was meant to be anything but, and a strong hand jerks up his chin in a bruising grip.

Soulless brown eyes stared into his own, like a void Tetsuya didn't want to look directly into for fear it would devour him.  

"You're free to go, Sakurai. Do try to stop crying before you see your beloved again. You wouldn't want him to see you looking quite so pathetic, would you?" He's laughing at him, mocking him, and in the next moment he's let go, stepped back.

Tetsuyas' body unlocks, finally, blissfully-

It's all he can do to run.

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It doesn't take long for Gin to find Tetsuya; he's so in tune with him, he could probably find him anywhere in a matter of moments. That doesn't mean he particularly likes what he finds-- Tetsuya is no more than a puddle, shaking and sobbing against the wall, knees pulled in tight against his chest. Before he's aware of it, he's crouched down in front of him, hands landing on Tetsuyas' own where they're covering his face.

"W-wait- D-Don't l-l-look at me p-please I-" Gin ignores his protests, prying his small hands away from his face. The sight of him, magenta eyes wide and bloodshot, and how he shakes like a windblown leaf underneath his touch-- it shifts something inside him, something that aches like a fracture in the depths of his core. It's something he's never felt before; something he doesn't want to feel again. "I- I- I- I- I'm s-sorry- so s-s-sorry, I-"

"Calm down, Tetsuya." The words come out more pointed than he means for them to, and the way Tetsuya flinches away from them is another deep, aching, fracture. Being comforting has never exactly been his strong suit; he's never needed it to be, before now. He's suddenly self conscious about the naturally cold temperature of his hands when they release Tetsuyas' to cradle his face in them, but Tetsuya doesn't seem to mind at all- if anything, he leans into his odd touch like he craves it. Another surprise- Tetsuya is full of them, isn't he? "What did he say to you?"

The question inspires a fresh wave of tears to stream down his cheeks, already streaked with them. "N-nothing, I- D-don't w-worry about-"

"Tetsuya." An admonishment, a comfort-- fraught with emotion. The smaller man is looking at him now, staring at him like he's searching for something in his expression.

"T-tell- tell me the t-truth. Am I- Am I-" He chokes on the sob that wraps around the words, whole body shuddering, and one of Gins' hands detaches from his face, moving up to card long fingers through soft, brunette strands. "Am I- g-good enough? You really- r-really l-" Another sob, harsh and sharp.

"Is that what he told you? That I didn't-" Gin cuts himself off, unable to finish the sentence himself. Tetsuya doesn't need to finish his sentence for Gin to know what it is he's trying to say next, for it to make rage flow through him in an equal amount as that strange aching pain. It's better that way, for him to just know- he didn't know if he could handle hearing Tetsuya ask in earnest if he really loved him. Shouldn't he know that? It's funny, how much he had changed as of late. Hadn't he always prided himself on being unreadable? Hadn't he always thought of it as a relief that Tetsuya didn't know exactly how big a space he inhabited in his day to day life? Hadn't he always thought of himself as a man without feelings, a snake whose only desire was to consume? It was hard to pinpoint when all of that had changed; he just knew it had. "Dear, sweet, Tetsuya. Look at me."

His fingers press up on his jawline, tilting his face further towards him, and he notices an array of faint purple fingerprint-shaped bruises that hadn't been there before. Odds are, Tetsuya didn't even notice them himself, wouldn't until he looked at them- it was like physical pain hardly existed to him. It didn't make the fresh wave of rage that surged through Gin any more palatable. He covers it, represses it, and leans in to press gentle kiss after gentle kiss to the marks, to the corner of his ex-lieutenants mouth, until he can capture his lips. A hand comes up, tentatively, curling around the back of his neck like it didn't quite know if it was allowed to be where it landed, and when Gin smiles into their kiss, it winds into the hair there like a lifeline.  

"I adore you, Tetsuya. You have to believe me. Don't you believe me?" The words are practically stolen from him, from right out of his chest, a whisper against the smaller mans mouth that draws a low gasp and an impulsive, jerky nod out of him, that has his legs parting in invitation. How could he help himself if he broke them apart, if he scooped up his little partner into his arms, just to see the flush break out over his face in response? "Maybe we just have to go somewhere private so I can keep showing you?"

"I- I would- Ah- I w-would l-l-like th-that.."Tetsuyas' flush only darkens, his stammer worsening adorably instead of sadly, his face burying itself into Gins' neck. He'd never get tired of his reactions to him, of his shyness, of all the little things that made him special-- not if they did this for the next hundred years, the next thousand.  

Although the mood had lightened considerably, and would probably continue to do so- well, Gin had already made up his mind, even as he looked for an empty room that he could ravage the smaller soul reaper in.

Sousuke Aizen would regret the day he hurt His Tetsuya.  

[melyaliz]

Scribbles

Fandom: Marvel / X-men Movies 

Summary: Soulmate AU where whatever they write on their skin goes on their soulmates and person A keeps drawing dicks because they think it’s funny that they will show up on person B.  and person B having to constantly cover them up and like “who the FUCK is this asshole!”

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x OC 

Notes: First off yes, I know I have a few requests and this isn’t one of them but… I was inspired (Like 8 pages inspired) 

Gemma is my new oc that I am working on at the moment I’ll probably post her character sheet soon plus MAYBE finish her full story. 

Anyway, she grew up in a pretty christen household (thinking she may be a pastor's daughter) And I totally HC that Peter is TOTALLY the kind of guy who would draw on himself. 

So the image of like Gemma having to go to church with a HUGE dick on her arm and has to wear a sweater in summer and stuff was just too funny to pass up on. 

I honestly didn’t know how to end this so I just kind of did?

Promise requests will be coming soon :D 

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Peter had already been suspended from writing on textbooks and his desk and with his notebook confiscated there was nothing left but his arm. 

 Freedom of expression man.

Plus the monster eating the freckle on his left arm was tiring out really good. 

“Mr. Maximoff, do you have anything of value to add to our discussion today?” 

“Huh?”

“That’s what I thought.” 

Peter frowned his brown eyes scanning the board for a moment taking in the information before glancing over at Karen’s notes. Pride and prejudice was as boring as it sounded. Wasn’t that kind of a chick book anyway?

“Yeah, I’m good” Peter added putting his hands behind his back as his teacher his arm and art clearly visible for the teacher to see just to prove his defiance to this book. 

However, the teacher didn’t react and just went back to the front of the class.

Confused Peter looked at his arm. 

It was blank. 

-*-

“Gemma what did you do to your arm!?!” 

Gemma glanced down at her arm, the sleeve of her rolled up Catholic school uniform visibly showed the dark drawings of monsters eating helpless woman. “Uhhh I…”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you go to that Iron Maiden concert,” her mother and school’s math teacher said grabbing her daughter pulling her toward the bathroom. “Your body is a temple” 

“Mom I promise? I have no idea how I got this!” 

Her mother paused for a moment looking down at her daughter’s arm, the permanent dark images now bleeding down her pale skin making them look even more grotesque. 

“I wonder…” 

“What Mom?” 

“So you didn’t draw on yourself?”

“I mean I have before but this isn’t me I’m not this good. Honest, I know it sounds crazy but it just showed up after science. Bobby was laughing about it and I was so confused.” Gemma adding a little More soap to her arm blowing away a few strands of her white-blonde hair out of her face, “besides I’m not stupid enough to draw demons on my arm at a Catholic school”

“It could be your soulmate” 

“Huh?” Gemma turned to her mom who was now rummaging in her bag for something. Once she found it she pulled out her pen handing it to her daughter.

“Write something”

“What happened to my body is a temple?” 

“Too late now” her mother laughed motioning to the melting monsters. “Go ahead”

“What should I draw?” Nerves bubbling up inside her. Weird how nervous you can suddenly get. 

“Anything you want.” 

Growing Gemma placed the pen to her skin pausing for a moment trying to think about what to draw. 

HELLO 

-*-

Bold block letters running down the length of his arm stopping at his wrist. Peter had already gotten a detention slip for mouthing off to his teacher and was now tapping his pencil on his desk as he sat there. Board out of his mind… until now. 

Curious he glanced down at his arm looking over the words now scrolled boldly over his arm. 

Interesting. 

“Maximoff are we going to have a problem?” 

“Nope” came the distracted respond as Peter slowly drew a question mark behind the Hello.

-*-

?

A simple question mark drew itself next to one of the monsters making him look more inquisitive than scary. Gemma bit her lip trying not to laugh during her English class. 

Poor little guy, he was more confused that she was. Probably wondering why she had tried to erase him from her arm. 

-*-

 Could you not use a permanent marker? These monsters will never come off. 

Neat full circles looped across the top of his arm before one of his monsters came back to him in bright pink sharpie. Obviously traced. 

Oh, it’s on. 

Pulling out his VERY permanent maker Peter started to draw. 

-*-

“Shit” Gemma hissed as the huge dick and balls appeared on her hand. The shaft stretching from her hand down to her wrist. 

“Miss Gemma? Is there something you would like to say to the class?” 

Quickly she hid her hand under her desk “nope.” 

“What are you hiding?” 

“Nothing sister”

“Then pull up your hands” as Gemma slowly planted her hands on the desk the nun gasped “GEMMA!” 

“It’s not me!”

“Who else would do that? And when because I don’t remember seeing any phallic images on you before” 

“I…” 

“Detention” 

Tossing her books and supplies into her backpack Gemma stood up walking off to detention, Sister Maryann stopped her handing her a bar of soap. Gemma looked down at it wondering where in the hell she had even been hiding that. Although Sister Maryann was known for washing kids mouths out with soap when they “took the Lord's name in vain” so maybe this was the mouth soap. 

-*-

Actual size Bold thick and large lettering hung over a small dick laying limp on the same hand he had drawn his own gorgeous penis drawing. 

Which of course, appeared right as he was flirting with Suzie, the cutest girl in school. 

“You have something on your hand…” the pretty brunette said nodding toward Peter’s hand which was holding her own as he “explained” the best way to use a joystick on the newest arcade game that had been put in across the street from their high school.   

“Are you kidding me!?!” Peter said pulling his hand quickly away, “Freak used permanent marker too”  

“What did it say?” Suzie giggled trying to get a look at his hand as her jock boyfriend walked up throwing an arm over her. 

“What up Petey?” 

“His hand just got this weird mark on it.” 

“Oh really?” 

“Yep, got to go, see you both later fellow classmates,” Peter said saluting before dashing off probably a little faster than he should have. 

“This asshole” he hissed as he quickly ran his hand under the water trying to rub it off face slightly flushed with embarrassment over having the girl of his dreams see it. And they had been getting along so well too!

Oh it was on now. 

-*-

“This asshole” Gemma laughed as she scrubbed her arm with the hard bar of soap. Leave it to Sister Maryann to have the magic cure for something that shouldn’t be cured. While her hand was now rubbed raw from scrubbing, the large dick was no longer scrolled across her hand and the monsters were all but faded away. 

Letting out a triumphant laugh she looked into the mirror a huge smile on her face. 

Which faded into shock as her reflection looked back at her. 

Her face with a huge twisted mustache drawn across her upper lip. 

“SON OF A BITCH!” 

Soulmate my ass. This person was the devil incarnate. 

-*-

Nothing. 

Peter checked everywhere, even stripping down to make sure there wasn’t anything written on… his precious bits. 

But no. Nothing came up.

Guess he had won. 

Something he through of proudly as he continued to doodle across his arms and legs. He never wrote on his face again and kept things mostly contained.

Although he would draw the occasional risque image in a fun place just to see if he would get a reaction. 

Not that he cared.

Not that it mattered.

It wasn’t like the thought of having someone out there that he could always talk to, was always there no matter what was something he wanted. 

Nope, not at all. 

Although when the cuts and bruises started to form he got a little worried. They got worse as time went on. Large hand size bruises and burns running all over his body. It was as if whoever that was on the other side was part of some fight club or something. 

During that time was the only time he truly addressed them.

Are you ok? 

-*-

Gemma rubbed her arm nervously as she walked through Xavier's school for gifted children. Led by the man himself it, Charles Xavier. 

She didn’t belong here, among the heroes. After being brainwashed to become nothing more than a weapon in some twisted man’s army Gemma felt like the silly catholic school girl who had a closeted love for Heavy Metal music was like a stranger to her. In her place was this strange woman now walking through a fog of uncertainty. 

The words Are you ok had almost faded from her arm but she had refused to wash it away. It had been a reminder that morning that something may have been wrong. That maybe those strange dreams she was having and those wounds she was waking up with were maybe not just nothing. 

That small warning that had been the tipping point. An almost literal wakeup call that had ended with her coming to this place filled with other mutants. People who had helped set her free from her prison. Break free from the mind control she had been under.

And faced with the reality of what she had unknowingly done under that man’s control she had no idea where to go from there. 

Where did she belong?  

-*-

It was faint but Peter saw it as she pointed toward the library asking Charles a question. Faded little gray letters, rushed and fast, scribbled across her underarm. 

He didn’t need to know what they said, he already knew. 

-*-

Turn  Around

Gemma blinked in confusion as the bold messy words flashed onto her hand. 

What? 

How?

Turning she saw him, the speedster, Peter, standing a few feet behind her, a permanent marker in his hand with a huge smile on his face.

“Hello.” 

Shock. 

It washed over her like cold water.

For years she had wondered who that total ass was who had continued to plague her body with drawings. Her once perfect record marred with endless visits to the principle and detention. Gemma had always been a fly under the radar kind of girl, just be middle of the road and go unseen. Yet all those colorful drawings and even more colorful words had made her stand out in ways she had never dreamed of. 

Who was that person? Why were they doing this? How come they didn’t seem to care? After all, it was clear there was someone else was getting marred by those drawings.

A million questions flew through her mind and even more memories. 

Yet nothing seemed to come out.

“Bet you never thought you would be this lucky,” Peter said running his fingers through his silver hair. “I mean you basically hit the jackpot of soulmates.” 

“You…” her hands flickered with energy, emotions building up inside her spilling out, “total ASS!” 

Peter went flying across the hallway as she shot him, not enough to hurt him just kind of give him a taste of what he had been doing to her for the past 8ish years. 

“Could you two maybe…. I guess not” Charles groaned as Gemma’s second blast missed a much wiser Peter, blowing up a beautiful 16th-century vase.

“It took me a WEEK to wash off that stupid dick you drew across my chest! And that during prom weekend” 

Peter was laughing as he grabbed Gemma taking her outside where they could hash this out somewhere safe. 

“So what kind of dress did you wear to prom?” Peter asked looking her over trying to picture it, a cute little red (or maybe blue to match her eyes) dress with a big of black dick drawn up her chest the tip peeking out of the collar.

“A cardigan thanks to you.”

“Awww what’s the fun in that?” 

“I went to a Catholic school.” 

Peter stood there for a moment the image of her in a little catholic uniform covered in his demon and phallic drawings was just…

Perfect.

“Jesus Christ you didn’t!?!” he doubled over laughing as she watched him trying to fight back a smile. Honestly, after everything she had been through the memories of her trying to scrub off little devils and titties off her arms and legs felt almost… 

Comforting. 

As annoying as they were, those drawings had kind of been comforting. They set her apart, let her know (as weird as he was) there was someone out there that was all her’s. Yes the dicks and the tits were annoying but there were also some pretty cool song lyrics that had helped her to discover music she hadn’t heard before. 

He was like her annoying little secret that broke out away from the everydayness of her very normal life.  

Plus she had to admit, it was a pretty funny image looking back. 

Not that she would EVER admit any of this to him. At least not right now. 

“You owe me big.” 

“Oh, Gemma I promise, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“Why do I get the feeling your idea of making it up to me is going to be different than what mean?” 

“Maybe being soulmates always means you can read my mind?” he said leaning forward wagging his eyebrows. Gemma couldn’t help but laugh up at him as he took a step back holding out his hand.

“Friends?” 

“Friends.” 

As she took his hand Gemma had a feeling that much like the first time those little monsters appeared on her arms, her life was going to be filled with many more surprises. 

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It Comes Part 3

[Previous]

The fog rolls in, yet again, in the early morning, right when the group gets attacked by someone shooting at them from the distance. Nick, Echo, and Dogmeat go to deal with it, leaving Deacon to shove Rig into the safety of an old building.

“Huh.” Deacon reads the banner across the wall opposite the entrance. “‘Science! The Path to a Brighter Future!’ Cute.”

“Mm.” Rig glances out the front windows at the cloudy world outside. Third day of fog in a row... He’s only freshly clean and bruised from the monster attacking him the day before...

Deacon watches his gaze. “Well, hey,” he grins. “At least we’re out of the fog, right? We’re safe inside.”

Rig hums and looks around the foyer. There’s a door to the front offices, one hallway filled with rubble... The opposite hallway... Dark, quiet... familiar... He squints and starts down it.

“Rig— Rigsby.” Deacon walks after him. “Just to remind you, sometimes these places have traps or other occupants you don’t want to run into? Remember that lesson?”

Rig glances at Deacon and then continues to an open door. He listens for a moment. Nothing... He peers around the corner and flinches.

A radio and long forgotten microphone on the dusty table... A skeleton with broken bones lying haphazardly on the ground. As if something crushed whoever that was. He backs away, landing against a solid form, and he spins on his heel and backs away.

“Still just me,” Deacon says. He smiles. “What spooked you this time?”

Rig looks at the room and then steps to the side to let Deacon pass. He goes off to the side and busies himself reading old posters on the bulletin board while Deacon looks into the room at the skeleton and hums.

“Ah, a classic sight in the wasteland,” Deacon muses. 

Hmm, Safety Saturday is cancelled. How unfortunate.

“Here we see the skeleton in its natural habitat. Resting after a long day at work, being dead.”

Friday’s meeting on time travel moved to Wednesday last week. Good to know.

“Sedentary, it lies perfectly still in hopes of attracting a mate.”

Test subjects needed for observing the effects of an experimental gaseous application of— he’s not going to try and read that word. Some kind of drug.

“Such marvelous creatures. It— Hnn.”

Rig glances over his shoulder and sees Deacon walk into the room. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it and watches instead as Deacon goes up the radio and turns it on. It crackles with static and hums through pops as he messes with the frequency.

“H-Hello...?”

Rig shrinks in on himself.

“I don’t know if anyone will hear this. But— Oh god— Listen.”

Not this time. Rig hurries in and turns off the radio. “Let’s not,” he says. He grabs Deacon by the hand and pulls him out of the room.

“Aww, but it was just getting good,” Deacon laughs. “Don’t you like radio plays, Rigsby?”

Rig averts his eyes and lets go of Deacon’s hand. “Not a fan of horror,” he says.

“Should have thought of that before you got yourself haunted by a ghost.”

Rig looks back at Deacon, confusion forming on his face. “What...?”

Deacon grins at him and pats his shoulder. “Come on. Let’s see if this place has anything cool in it.”

Rig blinks, but he lets Deacon grab his hand and pull him along. “Um... You feeling okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Deacon asks, not looking back at him as he leads him down the hall.

“...Tax frogs.”

“...How about we stop talking if we’re just going to say nonsense, huh?”

Rig puffs his cheeks and pulls his hand back, but Deacon holds on tighter.

“No, sorry,” Deacon says, looking back with a charming smile. “I’m kidding. Love your nonsense. Go on. Say more stupid shit.”

Rig opens his mouth but then closes it again and shakes his head.

“That’s fine too.” Deacon looks ahead and points. “Oooh, let’s see what’s behind Door Number 115, shall we?”

Deacon throws the door open and walks in without any caution. Rig follows in, still being pulled along like a heavy balloon. Deacon finally lets go of his hand and walks along the side wall. Rig looks around. A lab of some sort...

Rig walks up to the counter, gently tracing his hand in a swirl in the dust. He looks at his hand and frowns, noticing the slight reddish brown from the dust on his fingers... He wipes his hand on his pants and looks up at a nearby cabinet and at what looks like a children’s drawing taped to the side...

He plucks the drawing down and looks at a picture of a fleshy creature with badly proportioned limbs and too many fingers on its many hands... He eyes the black crayon in the corner reading “IT COMES.”

“Dea— Deacon...?” Rig turns his head but can’t look away from the drawing. “I don’t want to be here... Can we leave and find the others...?”

“Mmm, not yet,” Deacon sing-songs.

“What?” Rig looks up and sees another drawing. A more professional one. He pulls that down. An adult’s rendering of the child’s monster. A black and white version of what he saw out in the fog. “Why not?” Rig asks in a poor mimic of Deacon’s tone. He flinches at a psst of some sort of air pressure changing. There are three more pssts and none of them comforting.

He looks down and drops the drawings and backs away. The drawings disappear into a sudden fog filling the lab. “Deacon?” he asks, turning and trying to find Deacon in the fog of the lab. “What did you do...?”

“Oh, you know,” Deacon’s voice says to his left.

Rig looks to the left and takes a step in that direction.

“Fog,” Deacon says to the right, and Rig moves in that direction. “Value your life. Stay out of it... Ironic, isn’t it? The warning is what doomed you...”

“What are you talking about?” Rig asks. He freezes at the sound of something stepping up behind him.

“Come on, Rigsby,” Deacon laughs, right behind Rig, breath on his neck, hands on the sides of his shoulders to hold him in place. “Be a pal. Let it come and kill you. And then I can go free and tiptoe my fancy little way into the afterlife while you take my place.”

“Deacon,” Rig squeaks. “This isn’t funny! You said you wouldn’t do pranks like this anymore!”

“Who said this is a prank?”

Rig twists around and smacks his hand across Deacon’s face, sending Deacon’s sunglasses flying. He flinches and pulls back, an apology about to escape his lips before he sees...

Deacon’s eyes...

Full of a glowing, flickering static.

“Deacon” rubs the side of his head and frowns. “Really?” he asks. “You know that’s not going to help you when it comes, right?”

Rig backs away. “Deacon” matches his steps. Something growls on the other side of the room and looms in the shadows and fog.

“You’re so stupid, you know that?” the ghost or whatever it is possessing Deacon insists. “It really shouldn’t have been so easy to pull you in here.” He takes on a mocking voice. “‘Oh, Deacon, I blindly trust you even though you contradicted yourself twice because I’m Rigsby and I—’ What, love me?” He laughs, eyes flashing to gray and then back to glowing static. “God, can you imagine? You’re just some sweaty, useless idiot.” He motions back at the monster as it grows bigger. “Just die already. Save us both the trouble.”

Rig backs into a pipe and a valve that digs into his back and leaks something onto it. He pushes off of it, getting the liquid onto his fingers. A smell hits his nose.

The same as the stagnant water from when he first saw this monster...?

...The monster is suddenly clearer, isn’t it?

Is this a hallucination, are you kidding?

“Rig!” Not-Deacon waves at him. “Listen to me when I’m insulting you. I don’t get to do this often enough and I want to enjoy it before you die.”

“Haven’t yet,” Rig says. “Monster ain’t real.”

Not-Deacon laughs, tapping the tips of his fingers against his head. “Not real.” He pulls his hand away and scowls. “What do you mean not real? It killed me.” The static in his eyes flashes wildly. “It was here and killed me.”

“...Oh, you’re real,” Rig hums. “Weird. Monster ain’t. We’re high.” He swipes a hand in the fog. “Hallucin— Hallucio— Genetic structures of the brain allows for chemical reactions that produce false information in the form of image and sound—”

“You don’t know actual science, do you?” Not-Deacon demands with another flash of gray eyes between static. 

Rig shrugs. He looks at the monster, growing more real the more he stands in this fog. More grotesque, waiting, grinning at him as if it knows he plans to walk through it.

He shrinks a bit... The monster looks like the drawings... He saw the monster before he saw the drawings...

“Why don’t you test it, then?” Not-Deacon grabs Rig and forces him forward. Rig digs his heels into the slick tile, but Not-Deacon just slides him across. “If you’re soooo certain it’s not real. Just go up to it. Pet it even. Give it a hug.”

Rig’s words catch in his throat. He tries to escape, tries to run to the side, but Not-Deacon catches him and pulls him back. “Deacon,” he whispers. He grabs onto Deacon’s shirt. The monster reaches out for him. “Deacon, please, this isn’t funny— This— This is— fuck.”

Deacon spins Rig around and looks him in the eye. With his normal, gray eyes. “Oh my god, you just said the fuck word.”

Rig points at the monster. “I hate this guy.”

Deacon looks up. “Oh fuck!” He throws Rig back to the opposite corner, and Rig falls and slides across the ground. Deacon slides after him and lands right next to him with a bit more grace and a gun drawn. “Get up and turn off the valves! Get rid of the fog!”

Rig grabs a pipe and uses it to pull himself up, and he finds the first valve and shuts it off. As he works, Deacon shoots at the monster which screams and slams its hands into the ground and drags itself closer. It recoils as it loses a limb and screams louder.

Rig starts crying and whines in terror as he gets the last valve. The fog stays in the room.

“Uhhh, got a Plan B?” Deacon asks.

Plan A was Deacon’s idea. Rig tries to remember how science labs work. There should be a— A vent somewhere— Some way to get the fog out of the room.

The door out of the room opens and the fog leaks out. That works.

“Holy—!” Nick’s voice shouts, followed by Echo’s cry of “Shit!”

“Nick! Echo!” Deacon yells. “Could use some back-up here!”

The monster screams yet again, Rig slips to the ground and covers his ears, screwing his eyes shut as the others attack the monster.

A century later— probably just a few minutes— the sounds stop. Rig peeks an eye open. The fog’s gone. There’s monster blood, guts, and limbs everywhere. Absolutely everyone looks terrified and unhappy.

Rig looks at Deacon who looks back at him and then avoids his gaze. With the glasses off, it’s suddenly easy to see how scared and tired he looks.

“Are you two coming or not?” Nick snaps, perhaps a bit harsher than he intends.

“Yeah, we’re coming.” Deacon gets up and looks at Rig. He holds out a hand and Rig stares at it and then accepts the help up. “Did you see where my...?” He glances down and sees a lone pair of sunglasses half-buried under monster guts. “Ergh. Echooo?”

“I have spares,” she says between heavy breaths of her own.

None of them say another word as they exit the building.

Camp afterwards is in the safety of sunlight with no fog around, but no less tense. Dogmeat goes around to take turns comforting everyone who needs it. He spends a long time with Rig first before moving on to Deacon... Rig watches Deacon.

“You look weird,” he says.

Deacon squints up at him. “Oh, thanks.”

“You don’t have the eyes I’m used to,” Rig says, pointing at his own. “No shades. Nicer than static, at least.”

Echo gives a sarcastic laugh as she digs out sunglasses. She passes them to Deacon and Dogmeat follows her over to Nick’s side. Deacon inspects the glasses, mumbles something about picking up his spares, and puts them on. He stands up.

“Going for a walk,” he announces.

“Deacon,” Nick says, but Deacon storms off. He sighs and looks at Rig. “Well?”

Rig looks at anything besides Nick. “Got possessed by a radio ghost and tried to sacrifice me to a fog monster and only snapped out of it because I said—” He lowers his voice. “Fuck.”

Nick gives him a look. “You’re a grown man. You’re allowed to say ‘fuck.’”

“We’re allowed to say fuck?” Echo asks.

“Don’t you start,” Nick sighs.

“Is he going to be okay?” Rig asks.

Nick and Echo share a look—or so Rig has to assume with Echo’s eyes hidden behind her own shades. “Sure, totally, of course,” they both lie, flat out, to his face.

He slumps and then lets himself lie down on the ground. “Everything is candy terror sugar die.”

“What?” Nick squints.

Echo sighs and then stands up. “I should probably talk to him. It’ll be alright, Rig. Dogmeat, sniff out where Deacon went off to.”

Dogmeat barks and leads Echo off the way Deacon disappeared.

Nick watches them go and then looks at Rig drawing spirals in the dirt. “Are, uh... you going to be alright?”

“Dunno,” Rig says. “Never got attacked by a ghost possessing someone I like trying to feed me to a monster before...” He sighs and closes his eyes. “I’m tired. Gonna sleep here.”

“...Fair enough.” Nick takes out a cigarette and his lighter. “This has been a weird few days... We need a break.”

“Mm. Night.”

“Sleep well.��

[snarkwrites]

FFT: if i only had a brain; landry clarke

Notes:

This is clearly the first part to the FFT I just posted. Yeah, I know. I’m a backwards ass bitch. Anyway, this is the cuuuuute little beginning of these two, and fuck yeah, I was going to put it here when I found it again at long last.

Summary:

Landry is asked to tutor the new girl and a friendship forms. Maybe it’ll lead to more down the line? Who knows.

Pairing:

Landry Clarke x OFC, Arabella.

Warnings:

uhhh.. cute but awkward first meeting holy shit so awkward.

Being the new girl in Dillon was hard. Especially given that Arabella didn’t really do the whole football life. Being the new girl in town who can’t math to save her miserable life though?

Harder.

Especially considering the counselor, Mrs. Taylor.. She thought maybe Arabella could benefit from a tutor. Not just any tutor though.

Landry Clarke.

The kicker for the Panthers.

“He’s just a guy, Belle.” Arabella reminded herself as she took a deep breath, staring intently towards the football players lunch tables. Tim Riggins sat to Landry’s left and to his right, Matt Saracen.

… this is going to be so fucking awkward…

… not if you remember that one, he’s dating Tyra Collette and he won’t even give you a second glance and two, he’s a football player. Football players all have some sort of ego thing…

Across the lunch room, Matt Saracen happened to look up, brown hues darting around, searching the crowd for his girlfriend Julie. Instead of finding Julie, he spotted the new girl in their grade.. Staring at Landry with this look of blind panic all over her face.

Word going around was she was a shy kid. Hell, she barely spoke two words in the whole month she’d been attending Dillon High. And she really didn’t have any friends in the town, either.

It amused Matt, so he nudged Landry, who grumbled and looked at him before following his gaze.

By now, the petite brunette was walking towards their table warily, almost as if she were afraid they’d bite or something.

“What’s the big idea, Matt?”

“Just gonna tell you she was starin awful hard.”

“There’s the thing with…” Landry started, but he sighed. Technically, he reminded himself, Tyra Collette was just using him until something better came around. And she hadn’t been talking to him much, she’d been going above and beyond to avoid him.

So technically, Tyra wasn’t an issue.

“She’s pretty.” He didn’t mean to mutter it, but he did before he could stop himself. Tim overheard and nodded towards the brunette, wiggling his brows. Matt chuckled, because Landry may or may not have mentioned in passing the same thing… about a thousand times.. Matt noticed that  she’d stopped about halfway over, she was talking to Mrs. Taylor, the conversation seemed to have this kind of pleading tone and it ended with Mrs Taylor guiding the girl in question towards their table.

Tim chuckled and leaned in. “Shy one, ain’t she?” as he nodded towards the brunette. It seemed to make her quickly avert her gaze and focus on the floor.

“Gentlemen.. If you don’t mind, I’m gonna borrow Landry from ya.” Mrs. Taylor nodded and Landry stood, walking over to where the brunette sat a few tables away, picking at deep red nail polish, staring intently at the tabletop as she did so. Mrs Taylor cleared her throat and Arabella looked up, her cheeks immediately darkening.

“You didn’t have to do that, I… I was gonna ask him, ma’am. I swear.”

Mrs. Taylor gave a soft laugh and shook her head, turning to Landry and explaining the situation.

“Arabella is new in town. And she’s about to fail Calculus again. She could really, really, really use your help.”

Landry eyed the brunette, noted how she made a point not to make direct eye contact, the blush of her cheeks. He cleared his throat and addressed her directly. “If you don’t want me to tutor you, all you gotta do is say so.”

Arabella’s head snapped up and she shook her head, a pleading look in her eyes. “No, no, no.. It’s not that, I just… I was kinda scared to ask. Figured you’d be real busy, what with football and rally girls and all that jazz.”

… Her accent is something… really does a number on a guy…

Of course, Landry had to own up to the fact that maybe he’d seen her around. She lived out near him, after all.. And maybe he’d let his gaze linger just a little when she wasn’t looking. She always had her nose stuck in some magazine or a romance novel or writing in some old battered notebook that she always put away whenever anyone stared too long.

Maybe he wanted to get to know her better and maybe he’d slipped up and said it to Saracen once a while back and forgotten -or tried to..

Matt’s nudging him made sense now, naturally, Matt hadn’t forgotten their talk.

“Rally girls?” Landry gave a blank look and Arabella shrugged. “I may not talk much but I hear all about it.”

Mrs. Taylor looked back and forth between the two and cleared her throat. “So this is settled then? You’ll tutor her? Thank you so much for doin this, Landry. You’re a sweetheart.” she made a hasty retreat and Arabella nodded to the empty seat across the table from her own.

Landry pulled out the chair and sank down.

“So, umm… Tell me what days you’re busy and we’ll work around that?” Arabella suggested and Landry shrugged. “Football’s almost every afternoon, but we could do it after? I mean if you want.. Whatever days work for you are fine with me.”

“Considering I’ve got a 35 average right now…” Arabella admitted it sheepishly, her hand going to her mouth and the gesture drawing attention to delicate fingers and how small her hand was. Landry shook his head at himself and gave a quiet whistle.

“Math isn’t my thing. You probably think I’m an idiot.. I just… Yeah, I’m gonna shut up now.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I mean I’m not the greatest at…”

“I know you’re in nearly all AP classes, so don’t even. I wish I was half as smart as you.” Arabella sighed and twisted a dark brown curl around her fingertip, continuing, “Do you like… Want my number? So you can call?”

Landry nearly choked on the water he’d taken a sip of but he nodded, giving her a friendly and reassuring smile as he made the joke, “Relax. I don’t bite. That’s Riggins, if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Arabella glanced over to the table Landry had been sitting at and burst into laughter, rolling her eyes. “Not even!”

… You mean there’s a girl out there whose not immediately attracted to Tim Riggins?…

“I mean.. I can see what the attraction might be to most girls, but nope. Reminds me too much of my oldest brother Tommy.”

“Oldest brother?” Landry started, but then he remembered seeing her with her mom and her siblings in church last sunday and he remembered that she came from a single mom multiple sibling family.

“Yeah. He’s 23? All the girls just love him. And he’s an idiot.” Arabella laughed and then she blurted it out before she could stop herself, “Don’t you live on the same street as me or something?”

“I do, actually.”

“Awesome!” her face lit up when she smiled at him and he chuckled, standing. “Are you afraid of the guys?”

“No, just tend to avoid ‘em. Over half my brothers play football, so I get enough of that at home. I just like… I froze? Sometimes I get weird about askin for help.”

“Well, you don’t have to be weird with me. It’s okay. I don’t mind. I gotta walk back over to grab my stuff.. Do you wanna walk with me?” he asked, half expeccting her to say no, instead, her eyes met his and after a second or two in which he was almost sure she was blushing and he knew he was, she nodded.

While he grabbed his bookbag, he noticed that she sort of squished herself against him and apparently, Matt noticed too, laughing and giving him the thumbs up as he mouthed to him, “What was that?”

Landry mouthed back “Tell ya later, man.” and he turned to Arabella, asking if she wanted to go back to the other table.

“Yeah. Thanks for doing this.. Maybe I can help you with something sometime?”

“Maybe so..”

[artificialqueens]

Masked- Ch. 3. (Shalaska)

 A/N hi everyone! sorry it took me so long to update, I was quite busy! I hope you enjoy this chapter, all feedback is welcome! xx -Anna

Sharon was surprised at how easy it was to spend time with Alaska. Her anxious thoughts were long gone, instead she was fully focused on the girl next to her. They talked, laughed and Sharon didn’t want it to end. 

„Uhhh Shar, look, sunset!“ Alaska exclaimed and smiled widely like a child as she moved towards the edge of the roof for a better view. Sharon couldn’t help but to smile back, especially at the new nickname Alaska created for her. „Come here!“ Alaska said full of excitement as she made herself more comfortable. Sharon sat next to her, but instead of looking at the sunset, she was looking at Alaska. Her blonde hair looked golden under the rays of sunshine. Her soft face was illuminated with the golden hour glow. She was lazily smiling as she closed her eyes and tipped her head back as if to absorb the warmth and light. When she opened her eyes Sharon was still looking at her, not even trying to be subtle anymore. „What?“ Alaska asked smiling. „I just can’t get my eyes of off you.“ Sharon replied instantly, the blush slowly creeping up her neck as she realized how forward she was. She kept looking at Alaska as the girl chuckled and looked away. „Stop flattering me, you’re too nice.“ Alaska said as she turned her head back to meet Sharon’s gaze with her smiling dark brown eyes. „Tell me more about yourself, I know nothing except you’re beautiful and your name.“ Alaska blushed again and started talking about her family and life before boarding school. Sharon kept smiling, she didn’t want Alaska to stop talking. She had a slight vocal fry, drawing out the syllables at the end of the sentence. Many people would find it annoying, but Sharon found it quite endearing, she enjoyed more and more in the sound of Alaska’s voice, soothing her nervous mind and canceling out the mean voice in her head. When she was with Alaska she felt happy. Happiness. She couldn’t remember when was the last time she was as happy as she was now, laughing, joking around and enjoying herself. „Can I tell you something?“ Alaska asked Sharon, pulling her out of her thoughts. „Yeah, sure.“ Sharon replied, starting to feel a knot tying in her stomach after hours of relaxation. I knew it, she hates you. She’s going to tell you that you suck and she’s never going to talk to you again, she doesn’t need you in her life, she doesn’t like you. The voice Sharon dreaded to hear was back and she was struggling to keep the calm exterior, starting to fidget with one of her rings. „I didn’t expect you to be so…“ Stupid. Annoying. Boring. Ugly. Weird. Creepy. „Chill. You know, cause everyone’s scared of you around here, you have a pretty big reputation, but you’re like, super cute and funny. You’re cool.“ Alaska finished her sentence and looked back in the distance, admiring the view as the sky changed the color from orange and purple to dark blue and black. Sharon was dumbfounded. She visibly relaxed after Alaska didn’t say what she thought she will, but now she was even more confused. She complimented me? She thinks I’m cool. And funny. And cute. Does she…like me? No don’t be ridiculous, no one likes you, especially not someone like Alaska. „Oh. Um, t-thanks, you’re pretty cool yourself.“ Sharon stuttered and immediately regretted her word choice. Alaska just laughed and said „You’re so silly. I like that.“ Sharon smiled at Alaska’s words, relaxed and leaned back, to get more comfortable, but also to sneak glances at Alaska, forgetting her anxious thoughts once again.

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The next morning, Sharon woke up, stretching slowly, cracking the joints in her back and fingers. While was brushing her teeth she remembered her afternoon with Alaska yesterday and smiled. She truly can’t recall the last time she was so relaxed and carefree. All because of Alaska. As she got ready, the smile never left her face. She was looking forward to talking to Alaska again. Today she took some extra time to add a winged liner and spray her favorite perfume all over herself. Definitely not because of Alaska. No. Of course not. She smoked her first morning cigarette as she walked towards the cafeteria. It was a tradition for her and her friends to meet at the cafeteria before they went to classes and Sharon went god knows where. It gave them some time to chat and catch up with the previous day, exchange gossip and rumors before the exhausting school day. She entered the cafeteria and, as expected half of the students looked at her with awe and the other half didn’t even look up, instead their gaze was firmly fixed on the plate in front of them, their conversations quietly continuing. Sharon didn’t have to look around to know where to find her friends. Jinkx and Katya always sat at the table that was the furthest away from the entrance. Today was different. Sharon saw three buff football players at their table and saw Jinkx and Katya arguing with them, in what appeared to be a sad attempt to get them to leave. Trixie just stood next to them, awkwardly holding her books, not wanting to participate in a fight she knew she wouldn’t win. The football players seemed completely unfazed by their screaming, instead they were leaned back smiling at them, clearly enjoying the show. „Just you wait till Sharon arrives, she’ll kick your butts!“ Sharon heard Jinkx say as she got closer to the table. „Yeah, she’ll kick your butts!“ Katya repeated and failed to sound intimidating. „What’s all the fuss about?“ Sharon said with a stoic expression, but amusement evident in her voice. She loved when something like this happened, something to break the routine. „Oooouuuuhhh, Sharon’s here, she’s here, look at your butts cause she’ll kick them!“ Katya started squealing nonsense, English was her second language after all, and besides nothing she ever said really made sense, so no one around the table paid too much attention to her except Trixie, who giggled after Katya started jumping around clapping her hands. Sharon was still looking at the football players, her arms crossed on her chest, waiting for an answer. „Fuck off Sharon, and take your weirdos with you.“ the largest of the three players spoke not turning around to look at Sharon. His reply earned him laughs, „ooohhhs“ and  pats on the back from his friends. The fact he couldn’t see her Sharon took as her advantage, wrapping her forearm around his neck and leaning in to whisper in his ear. „Listen to me now, big boy. You may be buff and you may think you’re cool, but you’re clearly dumb for underestimating me.“ She tightened her grip around his neck as he was trying to push her arm away, his friends watching in complete shock. „You’re sitting at my table. Big mistake. You called my friends weirdos. Yet another big mistake.“ Sharon continued to hold her vice grip as the boys lips started to get light blue from the lack of oxygen. Her little show attracted a lot of attention, people getting up to stand on tables to get a better look or to record on their phones. Sharon was unpredictable so everyone was on the edge of their seats. „What you and your friends are gonna do now big boy, is you’re gonna pick your pretty little asses up and walk the fuck away from my fucking table. If I see any of you sitting here again this fist I’m holding around your neck is gonna be up your ass. Understood?“ Sharon looked at the other two guys who were already collecting their things as they nodded without looking up at Sharon. „Good.“ She said as she finally released the grip around the guy, who immediately gasped for air and rubbed his neck. „See you around boys.“ Sharon said as she and her friends finally sat at their table. „Little bit too dramatic but worked out.“ said Jinkx as she took a bite out of her toast. „Whatever.“ Sharon said with a smile as her eyes searched the cafeteria. „Looking for that new friend of yours?“ Jinkx asked cheekily. „I don’t know what you’re talking about.“ Sharon replied and quickly looked down. „Sharon’s new friend? Uuuu who is it?“ Katya butted in as she stopped showing Trixie her gargling skills. „That’s disgusting.“ said Sharon, scrunching up her nose and doing her best to try to avoid talking about Alaska. Katya simply shrugged and said „Trixie thinks it’s cool. Right Trixie?“ Trixie laughed „I have to say yes, don’t I?“ „Yes, yes you do.“ Katya said proudly earning an eye roll from Sharon. „We’re not gonna let you walk away from this young lady. You know you can’t lie to me. Now spill.“ Jinkx demanded firmly. „There’s nothing to spill.“ Sharon was starting to get annoyed now. „Will you break the rule and bring her to our little clique?“ Jinkx was persistent. „I won’t bring her anywhere. I didn’t- I don’t have to explain myself to you.“ Sharon replied furrowing her brows and sighing. „Oh come oooon, at least tell us her name.“ Jinkx didn’t give up. „Alaska.“ Sharon said and regretted it immediately. „What? Like the state? That’s so weird, who names their kid after a state?“ Jinkx asked in confusion. „Maybe it’s the state she was conceived in.“ concluded Katya and continued „My name would be Russia then, oh my god can you imagine?“ Katya started laughing and flailing her hands around and Jinkx joined her soon after. „My name would be Washington!“ she said as both girls bursted into another fit of laughter. Sharon just watched them with an angry expression. She felt uneasy that the girls were making fun of Alaska. „Sharon what would your name be?“ Katya asked after she calmed down a bit. „It’s not funny, stop making fun of her.“ Sharon said with a cold voice. „Oh wow, someone’s protective. Don’t worry, we won’t steal your girl.“ Jinkx replied smiling. This made Sharon’s blood boil. She quickly pushed herself from the table and stood up. „I’m not protective and she’s not my girl, I don’t care about her.“ With that she walked away from the table and the cafeteria, cold morning air filling her lungs as she took a deep breath. She realized she did care. She knew Alaska for not even a full day and she felt the need to protect and defend her. „Good morning there.“ Sharon heard a familiar voice but felt an unfamiliar warmth around her heart. She opened her eyes and was met with Alaska’s big brown eyes looking right back at her. Her makeup was different today too. Yesterday she just wore mascara and eyeliner, today she had smoked out black eye shadow all the way up to her brow. On someone else it would’ve looked ridiculous but on Alaska it looked amazing. Her big plush lips were spread in a big grin, nude lip gloss applied carefully. Sharon wanted to smudge it and take it off with her own lips. Where did that come from? Sharon shook her head as she continued to admire Alaska’s appearance. Instead of wearing it in a bun, Alaska’s long platinum hair was neatly combed in a high ponytail, tied up with a white bow. Did she get dressed up for me? Of course she didn’t, don’t be stupid. Her uniform was still too big yet somehow it looked great on her. Sharon was sure if Alaska wore a trash bag she would still look beautiful. „Hi, yes, good morning.“ Sharon said after se realized Alaska was still waiting for her response. „Uuuh, love the liner, you should wear it every day, it really looks good on you.“ Alaska said still smiling. Sharon was taken back by her compliment. She wasn’t used to receiving compliments and she didn’t know how to reply to them with something other than nervous laughter and mumbling „Thank you.“ Alaska chuckled and continued the conversation. „Where are you going, the breakfast just started?“ „Um, yeah, I ate already, soo…I’m just gonna go…to the umm…“ Where are you gonna go? Hm? To your room and replay this conversation cringing at every wrong thing you said? Pathetic. Alaska laughed at her nervousness. Sharon felt stupid, being this nervous around a pretty girl, like she was in middle school again. But this wasn’t just any pretty girl. This was Alaska. She wanted to impress her, to show her she’s cool. She wanted Alaska to like her. „Someone’s still sleepy?“ Alaska asked after she stopped laughing. Her joking tone and soft expression calmed Sharon down. She never met anyone who had this effect on her. „Yeah I guess.“ Sharon replied smiling as she started to relax. „Cool, I gotta go, but I’ll se you around, yeah?“ Alaska said as she waved Sharon and walked past her to enter the cafeteria. Sharon didn’t know where this shot of courage came from but she turned around after her and said: „Alaska?“ Alaska turned around with a smile on her face, as if she was expecting Sharon to call back after her. „Yeah?“ „Do you…umm…do you want to hang out after school? There’s this cool bar downtown, so if you’d like…“ Sharon trailed off, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. What did you just say?! Oh my god are you out of your goddamn mind?! She doesn’t like you, she’s gonna say no and never talk to you again! What were you thinking?? Sharon’s mind instantly filled with anxious thoughts. Alaska smiled widely. „Yes, I’d love to!“ she replied happily „Wait, downtown? How do you plan to leave the school grounds?“ The corners of Sharon’s lips turned up in a small smile as she replied: „I have my ways. I’ll wait for you in front of the dorms at 8. See you, doll“ She turned around on her heel and walked away. She was again her smooth, beautiful, elegant and masked self. A wide grin spread on her face. Good job, Needles.

[lil-loucifer]

1-100 unusual asks ;)

Bruh how long ago did I reblog this?

1: Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

Spotify

2: is your room messy or clean?

Messy af

3: what color are your eyes?

Plain-ass brown

4: do you like your name? why?

I don’t not like it? I guess? I can’t really see myself as anything else, so yea

5: what is your relationship status?

Kinda single, kinda not

6: describe your personality in 3 words or less

Impassive as fuck

7: what color hair do you have?

Black, normally with a shock of blue at the top

8: what kind of car do you drive? color?

Hey guys guess who still doesn’t have his license yet

While I’m learning tho I drive my mom’s silver jeep, and when I get my license, I’m inherit my shitty cousin’s shittier old blue sedan

9: where do you shop?

Gamestop

10: how would you describe your style?

Dark as shit, in more ways than

11: favorite social media account

I only ever use tumblr, so...

12: what size bed do you have?

Twin size? I think?

13: any siblings?

One (1) sister

14: if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

The moon

Because fuck humanity

15: favorite snapchat filter?

I don’t... use snapchat??

16: favorite makeup brand(s)

I don’t really know makeup lmao

17: how many times a week do you shower?

Five, normally. For school days.

18: favorite tv show?

Uhhhhhh fuckin Young Justice I guess??

19: shoe size?

9 1/2 I think in mens, and whatever my mom’s size is in womens

20: how tall are you?

About 5′10

21: sandals or sneakers?

Sneakers 100%

22: do you go to the gym?

...no

23: describe your dream date

At home, under a blanket or some shit, netflix and cuddles?? I dunno man I don’t like going out

24: how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

About $15.

25: what color socks are you wearing?

Right now? Barefoot

26: how many pillows do you sleep with?

Two 

27: do you have a job? what do you do?

I am and will continue to be a useless member of society

28: how many friends do you have?

Like

Three

29: whats the worst thing you have ever done?

That’s personal

30: whats your favorite candle scent?

Candles have scents?

32: 3 favorite boy names

Honestly I don’t really have any

33: 3 favorite girl names

^^ Same

34: favorite actor?

^^ Ditto

35: favorite actress?

^^ Yup

36: who is your celebrity crush?

Uhhh I dunno I guess Sebastian Stan is hot??

37: favorite movie?

Probably Patch Adams

38: do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?

I read a fuck ton of books and I don’t really have a favorite

39: money or brains?

I mean, if you have brains, you can probably make money...

40: do you have a nickname? what is it?

Lou is in itself a nickname, but I’ve got several others. Like Hayden, or you I guess, calls me Lulu sometimes (but he spells it as “loulou”) 

41: how many times have you been to the hospital?

Never been there for an injury to myself, but I’ve visited family members a ton of times

42: top 10 favorite songs

Bruhhhh don’t expect me to choose

43: do you take any medications daily?

No

44: what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

Dry af 

45: what is your biggest fear?

Being unwanted?? Like, if people don’t want me around anymore, I guess

Lmao I’ve got this irrational fear that a bunch of people just tolerate me and that every one of my friends from high school or some shit is glad I’m gone

Maybe I’m just bad at keeping in touch

46: how many kids do you want?

None honestly

47: whats your go to hair style?

Undercut, sometimes with a ponytail

48: what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)

Average?

49: who is your role model?

I don’t really have any that I know of

50: what was the last compliment you received?

...I have recently realized that I can never remember compliments

51: what was the last text you sent?

“Thank”

(my sister offered me her chicken nuggets)

52: how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

I never really believed in Santa lmao

53: what is your dream car?

Functioning?? 

54: opinion on smoking?

Neutral

55: do you go to college?

Yep!

56: what is your dream job?

Pays me enough to live in relative comfort

57: would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?

Suburbs, probably

58: do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?

I haven’t been to a hotel in years 

59: do you have freckles?

Not to my knowledge

60: do you smile for pictures?

I prefer to make a silly face

61: how many pictures do you have on your phone?

A couple years’ worth

62: have you ever peed in the woods?

Nope

63: do you still watch cartoons?

Sometimes, yeah

64: do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Wendy’s sells chicken nuggets?

65: Favorite dipping sauce?

Probably just ketchup lmao

God forbid I say szechuan sauce

66: what do you wear to bed?

S k i n

Sometimes underwear

67: have you ever won a spelling bee?

Never even been in one

68: what are your hobbies?

I come up with stories, but suck ass at writing them

Also I play video games a lot

69: can you draw?

Poorly, but yeah

70: do you play an instrument?

Nope lmao I suck

71: what was the last concert you saw?

My own middle school choir concert??

72: tea or coffee?

Covfefe

73: Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

Starbucks

74: do you want to get married?

I dunno

75: what is your crush’s first and last initial?

H. E. 

76: are you going to change your last name when you get married?

It’s a possibility?

77: what color looks best on you?

Everything looks like shit on me

78: do you miss anyone right now?

You

79: do you sleep with your door open or closed?

Closed as fuck

80: do you believe in ghosts?

Kinda?? Like I’ve never seen one but like... Anything’s possible

81: what is your biggest pet peeve?

I dunno I’m a pretty tolerant guy

82: last person you called`

@slightlyunofficial just to chat

83: favorite ice cream flavor?

Either chocolate chip cookie dough or cookies & cream

84: regular oreos or golden oreos?

Regular

85: chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?

Both?

86: what shirt are you wearing?

That dank-ass Punisher t-shirt that’s been through so much

87: what is your phone background?

A drawing of a cat that Cassandra Jean posted on her blog

The artist, not the actor

88: are you outgoing or shy?

Shy as fuuuuuuck

89: do you like it when people play with your hair?

Depends on who does it 

Like, an old lady who tries to reach for it while I’m not looking? Hell fucking no

A close friend or loved one (or just someone cute lmao)? Fuck yea

90: do you like your neighbors?

Y’know, all of eighteen years of life, and I’ve never really talked to them

91: do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

...no I’m a dirty boy

92: have you ever been high?

Lmao no

93: have you ever been drunk?

No

94: last thing you ate?

My sister’s chicken nuggets

95: favorite lyrics right now

“Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts,

It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black”

96: summer or winter?

Winter!!

97: day or night?

Night

98: dark, milk, or white chocolate?

Milk chocolate ;u;

99: favorite month?

December?? I dunno, I just like how the word sounds lmao

100: what is your zodiac sign

Cancer

101: who was the last person you cried in front of?

Okay so I never cry in front of anyone because I hate showing emotion to people, it makes me feel super vulnerable and I hate it lmao

But once after watching the movie “Patch Adams” in class it gave off such a bittersweet ending feel to me that I actual shed one single tear

This girl happened to glance over and I’m like “I’m not crying you’re crying shut up” 

[notfye]

Tag Game?? Tag Game

Thank you to the lovely @raven2460 for tagging me!!

Fair warning, this is a very long and somewhat depressing post, but if I tagged you, you don’t have to read the whole thing, you can just move on to doing your own :)

Fill the categories and tag some people you want to get to know better!

Appearance:

5’3”

Longish slightly curly hair

White

Brown eyes that I lovingly call dirt colored

brown hair

Chubby? I guess? I’m working on it lol

Also a rather large chest bc of that

Uhhh I have a genetic mutation where I have 2 rows of eyelashes instead of one, double the amount gets in my eyes

I only wear overly large clothing bc I am uncomfortable possessing a human form or I wear dresses w tights bc I’m a fancy motherfucker and there is absolutely no in between

Ponytails like 90% of the time

Personality:

I don’t dislike people but. High school is making me lose my faith in them.

I’m president of my school’s drama club

Also for a theater kid I am very not affectionate and I actually was touch starved for like? A while? And I didn’t fucking notice until I got friends who like? Actually hugged me? The fuck?

“God bless the book people, for having words instead of friends.”

I have more “”””””masculine””””” traits than “”””feminine””””” ones to the point where I have A LOT of trouble relating to girls and it’s quite awful lmao

Uhh I project everything onto fictional characters (See: The problems Marius will be facing in She Lit a Fire (depression))

I’m cold all the time

I long after the dark academia/boarding school aesthetic

I cry far more than probably fits with the rest of me

Self destructive tendencies

I like everything so I can’t pick my favorite (singing history English acting chemistry biology reading algebra French classics writing the list goes on and on)

Ability:

I read really fast

I write, draw, and sing

Not gonna lie to y’all I really am one of those theater kids who want to be on broadway more than like, anything else

Knowing an absurd amount about weird historical things

I like to think I can draw hands well

I can memorize quotes (and other things) really fast

I’m really good at being a slacker

Hobbies:

Singing

Drama club stuff

Reading

Writing

Drawing

Experiences:

Uhhhh my life’s boring let’s move on

My life:

Alright only important shit

2009: bane of my public school’s existence. Also I used to have rlly bad insomnia around this time and I would see demons in the middle of the night and I believe that has shaped me as a person (lmao but I wasn’t sleep paralysis cause I could still move around so? Idk mate)

2010 : My second grade teacher was a bitch and she hated me, I continued to be the bane of my public school’s existence

2011: 3rd grade I remember as a v good year, I got sent to the principal for calling a girl a, and I quote, “a bleep”

2012: Wanted to kill myself for the first time ever, for like 6 months probably, yay intrusive thoughts

2012/2013: got sent to an all girls private school, made my middle school experience more hellish than it needed to be, bc again, I can’t seem to make friends with girls, but whatever

But I met my best friend there so? It was worth it lets be real

2014: middle school continues to be sucky

2014/2015: ah, 7th grade, the year when I saw the grade on my math final and broke down crying. Also the year I started slash shipping, truly a step forward. Also the fault of my best friend.

Remainder of 2015: Very anxious! All the time! Switched to a new school! Didn’t know how to function with people! Made a friend group that I think about an awful lot! There was so much drama! I procrastinated on everything and was so worried about getting a repeat of 2012 that I basically worried myself into being anxious all the time and having such a hard time. Still, I’ve been reminiscing about it a lot lately? Idk

Beginning of 2016: still couldn’t rlly human right, I listened to so much Bastille and watched a lot of elentori streams, as I had been doing, probably until gravity falls ended? Idk. Swore to myself that I’d start working towards better grades after February break. Did that. Made myself stop reblogging and liking posts about anxiety & depression and stuff that were harmful. Did that too. Eventually stopped procrastinating so much around May. Went to Delaware. Fell in love with the ocean.

End of 2016: I kind of? Got it together. Learned how to human. Got some friends, started doing drama club stuff, had a rather charmed life for about six months. I also started keeping a journal around this time.

2017: Hell Year I cannot wait to see it die. I made some friends and I really fell very hard for a guy and it was good until about June, when the guy had to go back to where he was actually from (he’d been an exchange student) and I was left fairly isolated for 3 months, because again, bad at making friends. I didn’t do as much work as I had wanted to over the summer and I think perhaps if I had it might have been easier to get back up again. At the beginning of the school year I was bullied and the school had to get involved and it was a rather large mess, and I just hadn’t been feeling very well. I kinda. I mean this is all very emotional for a tag game but it became clear eventually that that guy wasn’t nearly as good of a man as I thought he was and that he kind of led me on for a while and it’s a very long story that I can explain if anyone is curious but the point is that, at the end of this, I feel as though I have lost a large amount of time to him and that I was “asleep” until about November and it was just very very awful for a long time and I’m still kind of seething over it. And I know that I’m much different now than I was before this started and that bothers me a bit because I’ve not only been robbed of my time but also like, the girl I was before all this. Frankly, I often wonder if things would have been better if we’d simply never been friends.

But. The point is that I’m getting better. I’m in a better place now than I was a few months ago. And that’s good.

Relationship: lonely soul

tagging : @eponineinthebarricade @bisexual-eponine @grantaireswinebottles @actualbuckybames @marius-pintmorcy I’m sorry you all had to read that depressing long thing hahaha

[hoseokmylovesworld]

Picture of Love | 05

Pairing: Photographer!Hoseok x OC x Producer!Yoongi

Genre/Warnings: Hoseok AU/Yoongi AU/Includes strong language.

Words: 5,080

Summary: Charlotte Galloway is the leader of the up and coming girl band, “She-Bang”, with a side hustle as a photographer for anyone who will hire her.  She meets a fellow professional photographer named Jung Hoseok who helps “She-Bang” realize their dreams and Charlotte to make a love connection along the way.

"Leyah...Leyah wake up." I say into my best friend's ear. She stirs slightly, but does not respond and makes no efforts to listen further. As I suspected. These girls only respond to one thing.

"LEYAH WAKE UP!" I yell still near her ear. She shrinks back at the noise immediately and rolls to the other side of her bed, covering her ears. "Goddammit Char!"

"Come on. You gotta get up so we can go." I shoo the covers away from her only to see her matching tweety bird shorts and tank top pajamas. I snicker.

"It's Friday. We don't have a gig today ass-hat! What the fuck time is it anyway?" She grabs her covers back.

"You know, I love when you call me that." I look off into the distance for dramatic effect, for no one in particular. "But if you must know, night owl, it is 10:09 AM. The girls are getting ready. You're all that's left. Please join us." I say moving closer to her face with my head in the palm of my hands, elbows resting on her bed. She takes one look at me and breaks. She never was able to resist me.

"Ffffffine. Where are we even going?" She rubs the sleep out of her eyes. YES.

"I just made a benji on Patreon and I wanna share it with my girls and congratulate them on their hard work...by taking them out to brunch thank you very much." I smile brightly. J-Hope encouraged me to start sharing my photos on Patreon recently and apparently people really like my work and want to see more.

 "Also I made plans for us all later. Just wear something punk and look cute."  

"Why didn't you just start with that?" She sits up and smiles groggily. I smile back. "I just like to fuck with you." I laugh and boop her nose and back away quickly in case she retaliated. She just rolls her eyes and falls back onto the bed waiting for Carrie to get out of the shower.

Seeing as I am fully dressed and ready to go, I wait on my girls and pass the time by tinkering with my phone.

Though I said I would try not to talk to J-Hope until Saturday, he's continued to text me  everyday of the week since we last spoke...And so I maybe text him back. He's been away in Maine all week for work, but he promised he would be back for our date on Saturday.

I hear a ping and get a notification on my phone. J-Hope texted me.

J-Hope: Hey! Just landed in San Fran. Told you I'd be back in time.*smiley face emoji*

I roll my eyes and smirk playfully. I send him a quick reply and continue to get ready for brunch with the girls. Me: Well thank you for keeping your word.

I text Kyle where were going, because I still haven't made up with Darren, and we're off.

The train ride to the Hollywood Cafe is short and filled with us making fun of people we see on public transportation. We're seated and soon we each are sipping on different flavored mimosas. "So." I say resting my hands on the table in front of me, getting their attention.

"I have brought you guys here and offered to buy you all brunch with my hard earned money, your welcome, to let you guys know how proud I am of you." I watch their amused expressions from my self-praise turn to looks of sincere gratitude. Leyah still wears her near expressionless mask, but her mouth turns up at the corner slightly and I can tell she's feeling my speech as much as the other girls. I raise my mimosa into the air and the girls follow suit.

"I know how hard you girls have worked and after two years I know that you deserve every good thing that comes your way-"

"Oh my gawd! Why are you doing this?! You told me to get cute and now your making me cry?! What the fuck Char?" Carrie gripes across form me. Vicky chuckles and rubbed her arm in comfort. "Don't touch me, I'm emotional!" She shoos her hand away causing all of us to burst out in laughter at her expense and draw attention to ourselves with our volume.

"I'm sorry Carrie, but my speech has already been prepared, I must finish it." She nods. "If you must." She sniffles, grabbing a napkin. Poor baby, she always was the most emotional one of the group.

"We have been through some shit separately and together, but we were there for each other...you guys were there for me..." I hear my voice crack a bit and I stop. I am taken back to when I met my best friends at a club in L. A. when I was at my lowest. Damn, I didn't expect myself to get this sentimental too.

Leyah reaches over and squeezes my thigh encouragingly, eyebrows furrowed. I clear my throat and continue. "And I just want to say...I love you guys so much...Thank you." We finally clink our glasses, the girls and I say "Cheers." in unison.

The food comes and we enjoy some small talk and breakfast food before I share my other news with them. "So guys, that photographer you all met contacted me early this morning-"

"Is that why you were up so early?" Leyah dragged out. "Yes, now hush. He agreed to meet with us today and seeing as he's only in town for a limited time, he wants to take some test shots in the Trans-america Redwood Park." I say with a hopeful smile.

"Nice one Char. I'm guessing that's why you told us to 'look cute'." Vicky says using air quotes.

"Why, yes it is." I sing, getting more excited by the second.

"Yeah, well my cute is heels. That trip is no walk in the park if you know what I mean and you're wearing flats."  Vicky points out. It's true there is a bit of a walk before and after the train ride, but I figured my girls could do this for us.

"Oh come on. It's nothing we can't handle. Look we have like two hours before we have to be there we'll jus-"

"How about we just call Darren and Kyle and tell them to bring the ca-"

"No!" I get shocked and confused glances from each of the girls at my outbursts, I sigh once and spit out an excuse. "It's just that...well they're probably sleeping and we wouldn't want to disturb them." I say almost in the form of a question.

"Char it's twelve o'clock and Kyle is an early bird anyway, we can-"

"We can do this ourselves. We don't need them for everything." I spit the last part out aggressively. The girls eyes are still wide and full of curiosity.

"...Are you in ex-boyfriend mode again?...Do you need a hug?" Carrie whispers the last part, quite seriously, causing me to smirk. "No Carrie, I am fine, thank you for asking." Carrie just nods still keeping a watchful eye on me, while Leyah's eyes become more suspicious than anything.

"Or better yet...Did you two have a fight? You and Darren I mean." Her face finally showing some interest for her best guy friend. I shrug nonchalantly, trying to play it cool. "I wouldn't call it a fight. We had...a disagreement."

"Otherwise known as a fight." Leyah adds flatly.

"Okay we had a spat. It was no big deal. I will talk to him and get everything straightened out soon. That good with you?" I announce with wide, defensively eyes.

"You don't have to prove anything to me Char. You know that." Leyah loses interest and stares back at her pancakes. I wish Darren saw it that way.

"Yes...I do." I look down guiltily. I pay for our food and convince the girls to take this train to the park. "Come on girls, it'll be fun. Like our own little road trip!"

"You don't wear heels on road trips."

"Vicky I swear to God-"

"I'm sorry! My feet hurt. I swear the next time you say 'I have a surprise' I'm staying the fuck in bed." Everyone starts to laugh at Vicky's pain. "I don't know what the fucks so funny." she grumbles from the back of our group.

We arrive at the park. I lead the girls to the meeting spot Mr. Bernard told me about, the main fountain in the center of the park. As we approach we can see a middle aged man with dark brown, graying hair standing near the fountain. "That's him." Leyah says next to me. He's wearing a baby blue button up shirt, a gray V-neck sweater and gray slacks and of course a high tech camera hanging from his neck. Basically he looks like a hot dad out of a Home Goods magazine. Nice.

"Mr. Bernard." I say as I approach, putting on my best communications voice.

"Ms. Galloway?" He looks up and goes to shake my hand. "Yes. Just call me Char though. You've met the girls." I shake his hand and gesture to my crew. They wave.

"Yes, hello again." He smiles. Nice so far.

"So let's talk about how we're going to do this. Yeah?" We sit on two benches that are conveniently next to each other and curved inward. "So what is your brand?" What?

"Our brand?" I ask him and then turn to the girls for help. They are no help. "Yes. What are you about?" He elaborates. OH! Why didn't he just say that?

"Oh! Well we're a punk rock girl band. We sometime make pop rock music as well." I give a sweet close mouthed smile. Mr. Bernard makes a face that suggests he's been caught off guard. "Oh...I didn't see that at the blues hall two days ago." he sneers as if he's been mislead.

Well then.

"We're sorry if you got the wrong idea, we had to change our style a little but we are a punk band." I smile trying to give this man the benefit of the doubt for our bands sake.

"Well alright." He looks down in thought. "Um...what is your collective aesthetic?"

"You're lookin' at it." I say proudly. He studies each of us, eyebrows and unimpressed. "I see."

Who the fuck does this dude think he is?

I send my members an 'are you kidding me?' expression when Mr. Bernard's head is turned and they return the gesture. "Oh well..."

Oh well?!

"Uhhh...The fan-base! How broad is your fan-base?" Is he asking us how successful we are?

"I don't see what that has to do with these photos..." My friendly smile falling.

"Oh well it'll let me know what kind of audience I'm dealing with and how to go about the aesthetics if we were to continue and come to an agreement."

This old head is so full of shit I can smell it on his breath.

"We have at least three hundred people come to our sets, we have over one million Twitter followers and over two million subscribers on Youtube." Why am I entertaining this? Because we need these professional photos. Oh yeah.

Mr. Bernard's face drops considerably once more. "I see..."

If he says 'I see'. One. More. Time.

"Do you even have the money to pay me for my services?" He asks doubtingly.

He. Did. Not. Just-

"You never talked about a price? How much are you asking for?" Leyah thankfully jumped while I simmered down on my own.

"Well I'm a professional so...." Yeah, a professional asshole. "I was expecting a pay of $900 in advance and then we could go from there." He says calmly. My eyes widen and my eyebrows rocket sky high.

"You were actually expecting $900 and then some from a rock band that's just getting their start and lives in a hotel?" I exaggerated.

"Well, yes." He shrugged.

"Well, We're sorry sir, but we don't have that kind of money." Leyah shares indifferently.

Mr. Bernard looks down and sighs while adjusting his sweater. "Well, I'm sorry ladies, but it looks like we won't be doing business together." He gets up and goes to shake my hand. I just look at his hand and then up at him not saying a word.

"Uh-thanks for the opportunity sir." Vicky picks up my slack and even shakes his hand, sending him on his way. I just shake my head back and forth in disbelief. "I'm sorry for dragging you guys here." I say looking down.

"No it was my fault. I set this up." Leyah tries to comfort me. "He approached you Leyah, you were trying to-" "No, I still made this p-"

"It's nobody's fault! You both tried to better the group and that's all that matters." Carrie jumps in. "Yeah guys. We're better off anyway. Let's just go home." Vicky offers.

"You're right. Someone call the guys." I say causing the girls to look at me curiously. "I thought you didn't want us-"

"I know what I said, I just...Just do it please? I'm too bummed out to argue." I rub my forehead out of stress. "Okay then. Just hang tight." Leyah steps away, I assume, to call the boys. Soon enough she is gathering the girls to find Darren and Kyle at a corner of the park. I continue ignore Darren as I  enter the van, but it's not as if I said hi to Kyle either. On the way back to the hotel and trying not to think about how depressed I feel, I get an idea.

"Guys we should go out tonight." Multiple pairs of eyes whip in my direction. "Out where?" Vicky asks already on board with my suggestion it seems. "I don't know, like a club or a bar or something. I just wanna forget about this and have some fun." I explain.

"Are we invited?" I hear Darren from the driver's seat, peering at me through the rear view mirror patronizingly. "Yes." I answer simply, not in the mood for Darren's shit after that performance from Asshole Bernard. "I'm down." Kyle offers.

"Yeah me too. We haven't been out clubbing unless it was for a gig." Vicky adds getting a little excited.  My plan is workiiinnngggg, I sang in my head.

"Yeah, why the hell not?" Leyah shrugs along with Carrie.

"Awesome! Now let's go back to the hotel and get dolled up!" The group laughs at my enthusiasm.

We pull up to the hotel and I fly out of the car, filled with a newfound energy. My mood is no longer ruined because I'm about to go have fun with my girls and I'm inviting a new friend. The girls were so discouraged by that nitwit photographer that I really want to give them some new confidence and I hope J-Hope can help with that. I mean there's hope in his name, he's gotta be good for something right?

While looking for an outfit I text J-Hope. Me: Hey! Do you wanna meet somewhere or are you feeling jet lagged?  

He replies after two minutes or so. J-Hope: No I feel just fine *smiley face* Where do you wanna meet?

Me: The Mezzanine? On Jessie st? My friends and I are having a get together there later tonight around 11.

Me: I know you've probably been to better clubs, but it'll be fun I promise. I write last minute, trying to persuade him further.

J-Hope: Haha, no worries the Mezzanine is great. I'll be there.

My excitement immediately goes through the roof. Me: Oh okay see you there then.

J-Hope: Can't wait  *winky face*  I roll my eyes and continue getting dressed.

      After putting my look together I give one last twirl in the mirror and head out to the family room to pregame with the guys. The group was already taking shots to the head and listening to music, already dressed to go out. I look around to make sure someone is sober enough to drive and all I find is Darren. Not drinking or laughing with the others, but keeping to himself. I slowly approach him.

"So...uh..." I start getting his attention. He looks up at me with interest and then each of us simultaneously looks down when we realize how awkward this encounter is. "So your good to drive...right?" I look up briefly and start to play with my nails. I see him nod from the corner of my eye. "Yeah-uh...yeah I got it. Don't worry." He rubs the back of his neck. "Kaybye." I nod walking over to the girls and take a shot.

Thirty minutes later it's a little before 11 and we're heading out to the club. There's an area for a live band to play and another for the DJ, who's playing now, along with a huge dance floor of people surrounded by tables and booths on the sidelines and a lighted bar that takes up the entire back wall. The place is packed wall to wall with bodies and we struggle to cut through.

Who do I talk to, to get a gig here? There are so many people.

We grab a small, round, tall table with no chairs. Leyah goes to the bar to get our usual drink orders. Soon we're all singing along and dancing to the music. I'm even dancing and talking to Darren like nothing ever happened between us. We retire back to the table and the girls tell Darren and Kyle about why we're even here.

"Wait! So he just said 'fuck ya'll and left?'" Darren iterates, in disbelief making me laugh. "Uhh, not in so many words." I say. "That's still fucked up." Darren shakes his head and sips his drink. "Yeah that wasn't right." Kyle throws his two cents in. "You're telling us." Carrie drones as I get a text.

J-Hope: I'm here. Meet me outside? I smile at the screen and turn my attention to my friends. "Guys! I'm gonna step out, I'll be right back!" I yell over the music and head out to find J-Hope. I find him just outside the transparent door of the club turned away from me and I begin to panic.

Oh god. I haven't seen this guy in a week, how the fuck do I approach him? Do I fucking wave like a jackass? Do I hug him? Do I shake his goddamn hand?  Get it together Char, you're an adult!

I continue to walk while I freak out, not knowing how this is going to go. I exit the club and walk towards him. "J-Hope!" I shout as I approach and to my surprise (and delight), J-Hope goes right in for the hug with no hesitation. Leaving me with no room to be awkward. Thank you sweet baby Jesus. "Charlotte!" He shouts back pulling me into his embrace. I'm not mad about it either. I wrap my arms around his shoulders in response and briefly rest my chin on his shoulder while he gives me a quick squeeze. Oop...okay.

"It's good to see you again. I'm glad you could make it." I say with a genuine smile on my face. "Me too. I mean, I didn't expect you to invite me out before our date tomorrow, but I'm glad you did." He smiles that smile that rivals the sun and I have to tear my eyes away from him in order to lead him to the entrance. "Uh-okay, let's go inside yeah?" He nods and pays the bouncer the club fee and I lead him to my friends who are still talking about the whole photographer thing.

"I'm just sayin', ya'll shoulda called me. I woulda handled 'em!" Darren boasts as we approach the table. The rest of the crew laughs at his words even though we all know he's not joking. His face falls as he notices the stranger walking next to me, the rest of the crew does the same as we get closer. "Guys. This is my friend J-Hope." I say lightheartedly hoping no one chops off my head for bringing an outsider here to our crew's night out.

"Hi everyone." J-Hope waves in my crew's general direction. He fucking waved. How cute is that?

The crew gives blank faces with raised eyebrows and I'm debating whether I should just play this off as a joke and throw J-Hope into the crowd of people behind us, but Carrie speaks up. "Hi, I'm Carrie." She smiles. Thank fuck. The rest of the group starts to introduce themselves except for, of course, Darren who is just sipping away on his pussy ass fruity drink and glaring at J-Hope. This guy.

"So what are you guys talkin' about?" J-Hope asks after getting comfortable and receiving his drink. "This photographer ripped us off and said he would take pictures for our website and get some concept photos done then he straight up insulted us and split!" Vicky shouts communicating with her hands raised high. Vicky might be a little drunk.

"Wait seriously? That sucks." J-Hope offers. "Yeah, no shit." Darren pouts from across the table. J-Hope's head instantly cocks back at the remark and his concerned face turns to a face that reads 'well shit...', but thankfully he doesn't seem that bothered by it. There's no other way to describe it. Leyah promptly slaps Darren on the back of the head. Hard. I give her a look of thanks from across the table.

I lean to speak in J-Hope's ear. "Just ignore him, I do." He looks at me understandingly and nods. "So, uh..." J-Hope starts to group. "Do you guys still need those pictures done? 'Cause I could help with that...I'm a photographer." Oh shit, it's that easy? I mean my plan tonight was to just straight up ask like the good for nothing little shit that I am. But shit, he's offering right off the bat? What did I do to deserve this?

"You would do that?" I ask in disbelief, subconsciously gripping his forearm that rested on the table. He looks at it and then looks at me as if his body is lagging and struggling to keep up with his brain. "Uhhh..." He goes to clear his throat. "Uh--of course--yeah." He looks down at the table as he speaks. We still got it I guess. *Internal hair flip*

"Dude that would be great-" Vicky starts, but is cut off by Darren. "Wait, who even are you?" He all but accuses. "Darren!?" I try to reel him back, already tired of his shit. Both he and J-Hope ignore me, the rest the crew the just watches helplessly.

"I'm, uh, J-Hope. We kind of did this already...Twice." J-Hope states, getting a little fed up himself, but keeping it together well.

"No. I mean who are you? Aren't you like some amateur or something? And what kind of name is J-Hope anyway?" Darren literally points fingers at J-Hope as he speaks. "It's a nickname, my real name is Jung Ho-seok and no, actually I'm a professional." J-Hope's Korean accent shows as he stands his ground and wears a straight face. Hot.

"Where did you even go to school?" Darren continues, refusing to accept J-Hope for some insane reason. "Uh, ha ha..." J-Hope laughs, most-likely out of irritation. "I went to the New York School of Visual Arts." He answers calmly. Well shit.

"Are you happy?" I ask Darren brazenly, hoping for this conversation to be over.

Darren pauses. "What degree did you get?" He asks J-Hope. Jesus bloody Christ!

"Oh my god, does it matter!?" I shout at Darren. "No Charlotte, it's okay." He rests his hand over mine. At his words the entire crews eyes widen and I wish I knew why, but before I could ask J-Hope was answering another one of Darren's idiotic questions and my eyes are glued to J-Hope's hand on mine.

"I have my Masters in photography and my Master of the Arts degree, working on my Photographic Craftsmen degree." He says confidently. Someone just got cuter. Darren just stays silent and Vicky takes that as a chance to speak again. "Master of the Arts sounds so fancy. Like you're royalty." She seems sincerely amazed. J-Hope laughs, letting down his defensive demeanor. "Uh, not royalty, but it wasn't easy to get."

"So you'll really do this for us?" Leyah cuts in with her solemn disposition. "Well yeah, you guys seem like you could use a break and I'm a professional-"

"A break? How much are you gonna charge us?" Leyah expression perks up in anticipation, as do the rest of the girls. "Well, I wouldn't, essentially." What?

"Wait, no. We can't let you do that." I interject. He turns to me and looks me in the eyes, our hands still connected. "Of course you can. Like I said you all need a break and this step could bring you closer to getting the recognition you deserve." He broke eye contact to look at the rest of the girls. "I'm a professional, I promise they won't be bad." He laughs at his minor joke and Darren obnoxiously laughs as well.

"It's up to you, leader." Leyah directs at me. Okay then. "You got yourself a deal." I smiled at him and he smiled back, the whites of his eyes disappearing with the crinkles in the corners. "I look forward to doing business with you guys." He gives the girls a genuine smile. "I'll work out a photo shoot soon, just let me know what time is good for you ladies." he says getting into his professional mode. "We will." I speak for the girls. "Good, hey Charlotte?" J-Hope leans down to my ear giving me chills down my spine. What a pussy. "Yeah?" He leans down once more, this time closer than before. "Do you wanna dance, maybe?" he says as he gently squeezes my hand on the table.

My eyes immediately widen and I swear to God I forgot to breathe. My heart gave one hard thud and brought me back to reality. "Fuck..." I voice in reaction to my tiny episode. "Is that a no?" J-Hope laughs in my ear. That motherfucker.

"Yes, you idiot. That was a yes." I get in his face in a playful manor. He smirks and says "Lead the way." I turn to my friends. "Guys. We're gonna go dance. Be right back." I shout to them. Carrie and Kyle nod once in acknowledgement. Leyah and Vicky both squint their eyes and give me knowing grins. I grin back and then my eyes land on Darren. His expression is frozen in a scowl with glaring eyes directed at the table. I shrug and lead J-Hope to the crowded dance floor by his hand.

Once there, I continue to hold onto J-Hope's hand and partake in a little two-step. J-Hope does the same. We watch each other, eyes meeting occasionally, resulting in laughter. Soon enough J-Hope is pulling me towards him, spinning me so that my back was to his chest and we proceeded to sway in this position. He runs his finger tips down my arm causing goosebumps to sprout along that area and rests his big hand on my hip. That's how you wanna play?

I make a show of swaying my hips, angling them in his direction and reach up to wrap my hand around J-Hope's neck behind me, forcing his face to come down to my level more. In the midst of my teasing I could swear I heard a moan come from J-Hope. Mission Accomplished. I turn my head to his to see him already looking at me with lust filled eyes. I'm certain I'm returning  a similar look. J-Hope takes this as a signal to lean in and try to kiss me, slightly closing his eyes and I panic a little. 

I let him get close enough for our lips to almost brush before I put my index finger in between. He opens his eyes in shock, surveying my reaction. "You didn't think it was gonna be that easy did you?" I offer teasingly. His shocked expression relaxes into one of understanding. "Of course not." J-Hope laughs. We dance like this for another ten minutes before I decide to head back to table and hear that the band is ready to go. This doesn't surprise me, but I am a little disappointed at the news.

The band plus Darren and Kyle are walking to the van, J-Hope and I following a little behind the group. "Thank you for inviting me out tonight. I wasn't expecting it because of our date, but I had fun." J-Hope shared. "No problem. I'm glad you could come out since you just got back and all." I reply, genuinely happy he could make it. "Oh, well, that was no problem at all...I like spending time with you." I immediately stop focusing on the ground to meet J-Hope's eyes. 

"Thanks...ditto." J-Hope laughs at my reply while I laugh self consciously not knowing what else to do. The crew reached the van in front of us. Leyah, Carrie, Vicky and Kyle yell varying forms of "goodbye" to J-Hope from where they were standing while Darren just hopped into the drivers seat and waited. J-Hope just waves. They start piling in and J-Hope and I stop to say goodbye to each other.

"So I'll pick you up tomorrow at eight?" J-Hope confirms. "Yup. And you'd better not be late." I say waving my finger accusingly in the air at him. He laughs and says "I wouldn't dare. As a matter of fact I'll show up at 7:59. How about that?" He smirks, taking a step closer to me.

"Yeah, okay. We'll see."

"We will." J-Hope doesn't hesitate this time to kiss me on the cheek and I am not complaining.

"Goodnight Charlotte."

"Goodnight J-Hope." I walk to the van as J-Hope watches and as soon as I get in we take off instantly.

"So who the fuck was he and when did you meet?" I hear Vicky chide next to me. Oh sweet baby Jesus.

[sexymusclebeast7]

Some naughty fan fic - Pt 2

(If you want to read Part 1, click here: https://sexymusclebeast7.tumblr.com/post/162576272540/some-naughty-fan-fic)

CHAPTER 2 “Listen, what if we did things a little different this time around?” Skeletor suggested.

“What did you have in mind?” He-Man asked as he took a step closer.

“What if instead of trying to kill each other, we simply fight to submission? Then, whoever loses has to service the winner – however the winner chooses. That way,” he added slyly, “no one really loses…”

He-Man looked at Skeletor sideways, as if trying to determine if this was a trick. He looked Skeletor up and down. While he knew that he was more heavily muscled than Skeletor he did like how ripped and jacked Skeletor’s body was, even if it was blue. He decided that he really had nothing to lose.

He-Man sheathed his sword in the scabbard at this back. He unfastened one of the bottom leather straps holding his breastplate in place. He looked up at Skeletor and held his gaze as he unfastened the second leather strap. He slipped the small, square breastplate over his head and laid it, along with his sword, on the ground. His boots had a leather strap under the fur hem that couldn’t be seen, but he undid these on each boot and slipped his feet out of them. He reached behind his low back and unfastened a clasp that held his golden belt in place. He dropped it to the floor and the clang echoed around the otherwise silent throne room. He left on his golden wrist guards, knowing how they accentuated his small wrists and massive forearms.

He toyed with the waistband of his brown, snug, form-fitting underwear, as if he were going to remove that too, but just smiled fiendishly. Skeletor had to admit how jealous he was of He-Man’s looks. Having just a skull for a head, he missed the days when he could turn heads with his looks. And He-Man really was beautiful. He had a pearly-white smile, with tantalizing blue eyes. Even though his hair was ridiculously feminine, his strong nose and solid, square jaw line left no doubt – he was all man.

There were about five short, stone steps that led up to the platform where Skeletor’s throne resided. He-Man walked up them slowly, making sure to fully flex his quads, calves and glutes as much as possible. He walked up to Skeletor, and stood with his legs on the outside of Skeletor’s legs, and his knees touching the throne. He towered over Skeletor, his enormous pecs casting a dark shadow over his lower body. Skeletor’s heart starting beating faster. He didn’t know how he was going to stand and fight He-Man when his dick was throbbing so much. Fortunately, he didn’t need to worry about it. He-Man reached down to one of the armrests and ripped a skull from the throne.

He looked at the skull, then at Skeletor and said, “sorry, a relative of yours?” And smirked at his own joke. Without waiting for a response he continued, “I have an idea of my own.” He palmed the skull in his hand and as he looked at it, he started to squeeze his fingers around the skull. Skeletor could see his knuckles turn white and he could hear the bones beginning to creak. Then, the skull suddenly exploded under the enormous pressure of He-Man’s grip. Skeletor gulped and felt a greater erection at witnessing He-Man’s power up close.

“Since we both know that I can crush you with my bare hands, let’s just assume that I’ve won this fight and that now you – as the loser – have to service me.”

“I…” Skeletor didn’t really know what to say. He wanted to appear to put up a fight, but yet again, this is exactly what he wanted…

He-Man looked down at the bulge in Skeletor’s crotch and said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Skeletor merely shrugged his shoulders.

He-Man reached out to Skeletor’s chest and ripped off his crossbones breastplate and straps. He pulled his hood and cape up and over his head and tossed it on the ground. He then ripped apart Skeletor’s belt and loincloth, leaving him in just his black, skin tight underwear and boots. He-Man looked Skeletor up and down again, taking in his tight muscular body and licked his lips hungrily.

He reached down and began massaging his own dick first which had grown hard in his tight brown underwear and couldn’t help but moan.

He said to Skeletor, “You know, you really should be quite flattered. The last time a thick, muscular body turned me on, it was my own reflection. But I guess we already know that my body turns you on as well, don’t we?”

He reached down and playfully rubbed Skeletor’s crotch, feeling the length and width of his dick. Skeletor threw his head back and moaned as well at He-Man’s touch.

He-Man whispered, “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

Skeletor couldn’t speak, but nodded vigorously.

“Well, how about this?”

He-Man leaned forward and flexed a massive bicep in front of Skeletor’s face. He sat there, pumping his arm and Skeletor watched as He-Man’s bicep seemed to grow with each flex. His arm was massive, bigger than most men’s thighs. When he flexed it was like watching a mountain range being formed. The dense, thick, elongated muscle transformed in to a cannon ball of pure cast iron. He could practically see the blood rushing into his biceps and hardening his muscle with each pump.

He-Man looked down at his own bicep in admiration and exclaimed, “God that’s an incredible pump.” He looked at Skeletor and commanded, “Put your hands on it.”

Which Skeletor did and gasped, “holy shit, how are you so fucking hard? I mean, I knew you were big, but it’s like your bicep is made out of granite!” Skeletor rubbed his hands over every inch of He-Man’s massive arm.

He-Man just kept flexing and said, “put your mouth on it.”

Which Skeletor did, but because he didn’t have any lips, he just pressed his open mouth and teeth against He-Man’s massive bicep.

He-Man loved that he was driving Skeletor crazy, but as he watched him put his skeleton teeth against his bicep he had a thought.

“You know, I was going to shove my dick in your mouth, but you don’t have any lips and I don’t want you biting little He-Man off.”

Skeletor stopped and looked up at He-Man. “Um, did you just name your dick after yourself?”

“Of course,” He-Man replied without hesitation, “I wanted to name it after the most powerful force in the universe.” He-Said with a knowing smile.

“Just… wow.” Was all Skeletor could say, while shaking his head.

He-Man was still thinking though. “Hey, how about if I shove my dick in one of your eye sockets, would that work?”

“Ew, no!” Skeletor yelled. “I have to draw the line at fucking my eye sockets! Are you crazy?”

“Well, I guess you’ll have to bottom for me, that’s really the only other option…” He-Man said matter of factly. “It’s just that…”

“What?” skeletor asked completely flummoxed.

“Well… I… Uhhh… I don’t know how to ask this, but…”

“Just spit it out already!”

“Will fucking you in the ass, you know, turn little He-Man blue?”

“Uh… excuse me?” Skeletor said with disbelief that He-Man was really asking him this question.

“Well, I mean, I just wondered if… I mean you’re all blue and all…” He-Man hesitated.

Skeletor pointed to his arm and said, “does this look like paint to you?!” He was livid. “I’m blue because people from my dimension are blue and it’s a mark of royalty you fuckin’ ass hat. Geez! I knew you were slow, but I had no idea you were such a racist!”

“I’m not a racist,” He-Man said defensively, “I just didn’t know!”

“Honestly…” was all Skeletor could think to say as he crossed his arms.

“Okay, I’m sorry,” He-Man said, afraid he had killed the mood. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?” Skeletor said dismissively.

“I’ll fuck you orally first, before I penetrate your ass.”

Skeletor was quiet for a moment as he thought. When he spoke all he said was, “maybe.”

He-Man smiled. He put his hands on Skeletor’s muscular thighs and squeezed as he ran his hands up his thighs to his hips, digging his thumbs into the corners of his crotch. “You’re such a tease...”

[whitecatgeek]

Remember that time I started a Game Grumps/egobangiplier fanfiction and never got further than three and a half pages?

yeahmeneither

‘I’m Sonic the Motherfucking Hedgehog,  or more like, the fuckin’, fuckin’, what even is a hedgehog do we even get those in America what the fuck why isn’t it like Sonic the Armadillo those shitheads can roll into a ball and probably move really fast maybe I mean I don’t even know.’

Those were the thoughts casually flowing through the brain of one Arin Hanson as he sat in class, the monotone of algebra a mere background noise as the lead of his pencil scratched furiously against squared paper. What should have been numbers was multiple, somewhat crude doodles and drawings of video game characters. A particularly sad and bewildered Tails ‘Miles’ Prower stood, arms a bit too long for his body, looking lost as Sonic flipped him the bird, and a sense of angry pride swelled in Arin’s head.

“Hahahaa!” His thoughts were broken by a pleasant, but to him incredibly disruptive, laugh coming from the back of the class.

“What the ffffFFFUCK.” He spat out involuntarily and entirely without thinking, the tip of his pencil breaking as though to echo his rage. Of course, that exclamation was supposed to be in his head, not bellowed out for his entire class to hear. Although actually quite shy, Arin was not known for his self control.

“Excuse me, Mr. Hanson?” Dread practically dripped down his neck as he heard those words from the authoritative figure that was his Maths tutor, hairs prickling up on his arms as he realised what he had just done. “Is something wrong?”

“I-... Uhhh.” He muttered, cheeks burning with embarrassment, yet still he could not stop himself from glancing around to the source of the laugh that caused his outburst. Why was he being punished when someone else was fooling around in class?

The merriment came from the lanky, long-legged boy who always sat out of reach and out of consequence, his chair tilted back as he looked at Arin, his gaze not seeming to actually reach the shorter, grumpy boy but instead always looking past him, as though something else ultimately took his interest.

Daniel Avidan, or Danny to his friends, was not your typical troublemaker. He never paid attention, never handed in homework, never really seemed to do... Anything. This infuriated Arin to no end, because despite his preference for other creative hobbies he always did his best to scrape by. Yet this other boy, this tall, big-haired, droopy-eyed, painfully charming student never seemed to have a care in the world.

“How about you think about it outside the class and let the rest of us get back to learning, Mr. Hanson?” Arin’s eyes quickly snapped back to his teacher at hearing those words, and he resisted his natural instinct to swear under his breath, or question if that was a request or a demand when he knew full well what it was.

He clumsily snatched up all of his belongings, jabbing pencils and notebooks into his backpack as he tried not to let the amused stares of his peer’s burn into the back of his head for too long, chin length strands of slightly greasy mahogany hair falling over his eyes and allowing him to hide his shame.

Just as he was about to reach the freedom of the corridor, he heard that laugh again. Girls liked that laugh; they thought it was “cute”. It made Arin freeze on the spot and his hands clenched into fists. In that moment he hated that laugh and everything that it stood for. To be fair, Arin was known for his melodramatic attitude.

He burst out of the classroom and closed the door behind him, swinging his backpack onto the floor and pressing his forehead against the wall of the hallway. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid.’ His brain repeatedly battered away at him, being this close to escaping the prison that was high school and going to college meant that he didn’t have room to make mistakes like this.

Whilst he considered himself to be a loner, Arin was actually in a very happy place. All of the awkwardness of being bullied for being “nerdy” had settled as fellow students focused on their studies and the paths that would inevitably lead to college or other roads in life, and he had amassed a small but very loyal group of friends.

He groaned quietly, smooshing his face into the wall as he imagined what said friends would say when they found out that he managed to get kicked out of his class this late into the game. In fact he didn’t really need to imagine it because he knew exactly how they would react, one young man in particular whose maniacal, “HAH HAH HAAAH!” would no doubt soon be echoing throughout the corridors.

“Uh, hey man, are you... Alright?” He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sudden question and Arin flew backwards, almost bumping into the student who approached him out of the blue. He furiously brushed and swept at his hair with his hands before actually laying eyes on the kind stranger. “You looked pretty intimate with that wall there.”

“Oh, hey, dude! I’m fine! I’m great!” Arin bellowed in response before giving a clumsy, fairly pointless thumbs up.

Before him stood someone that he did not recognise, though he appeared to be of a similar age. He was just a tad shorter than Arin though with a broader build, with jet black hair draped across his forehead. His face was handsome but understated, and he appeared to be at least part East Asian in ethnicity.

“Uhhh, do I know you?” Arin continued, staring dumbly at the shorter boy.

“Oh, uh, no, I don’t think so! I’m Mark!” Mark Fischbach, as it turned out, quickly introduced himself whilst glancing around, an obvious sense of nervousness about him that wasn’t hidden by his surprisingly low voice that had an almost radio DJ quality to it. “Hey I don’t mean to bother you, but I am totally lost here, it’s my first day and I literally have no idea where I’m going.”

“Oh, bro! Yeah sure, I mean, I can probably help.” Arin involuntarily puffed his chest out, his natural desire to go into ‘show off’ mode kicking in. “Where do you need to get to? I know this whole place super well, almost like someone who comes here every day.”

“Oh, well, I’m trying to find Room 237; it’s for Chemistry with Ms Dubois..?” He sheepishly responded, searching Arin’s face for a response.

“Noooo problem!” The young man beamed, easily distracted from his previous woes. “I’ll show you how to get there, consider me your personal guide.” With that he snatched up his backpack, the dark colour of the fabric carrier decorated with little bursts of colour in the form of hand-made badges and key rings of his own artwork, along with bright candy packets littered in Japanese font sitting in the small netted pocket at the front.

He set off with long, proud strides and the meeker boy followed behind him, making sure to keep up with the slightly erratic youth that he had encountered. As they travelled across the school building, its halls ghostly quiet due to classes being in session, they made small talk.

As it turned out, Mark had just moved into the neighbourhood and was trying his best to catch up, but Arin got the impression that the other teenager was very bright and even more modest. Mark found Arin’s quirky, eager to please attitude strangely charming and enjoyed the boy’s constant outbursts of facts about the school, though sometimes he found it a little difficult to get any words of his own into the conversation.

“So, uh, like. Are you-... You know.” Arin suddenly stopped and stared at Mark, then at the floor, then back at Mark, and then pretty much everywhere he could possibly lay his eyes in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. “Nihonjin.”

“Ni-... Home gym..? Wha’?” Mark blinked, absolutely lost.

“You know, nihonjin, nippon, nihongo?” Arin muttered through his teeth, moving closer to the shorter student and now staring at him intensely with an expectant look.

“Is... Is this hazing?”

“WHAT. No. Man, you know! Japanese? Are you Japanese!?”

“Oh! .... Huh?”

“Oh my God, Arin, not every Asian person is Japanese.” The awkwardness was abruptly broken by two students appearing behind them having just walked around the corner, the taller of the two placing a hand upon Arin’s shoulder. “Are you harassing people again?”

“Barry!” Arin exclaimed and jumped back away from Mark, “I was just... No!” His bottom lip jutted out in a dramatic pout whilst his follower continued to look utterly confused. “...Wait, what are you doing out of class?”

“I had to walk this guy to the nurse’s office.” Barry responded, waving his thumb over at the grinning youth next to him.

“I got bitten by a crocodile!” Said youth exclaimed, strands of pale brown hair cascading over his eyebrows, beneath them his blue eyes were wide and bright despite the fact that one of his hands was wrapped around his knee whilst and he hopped awkwardly upon his other leg, obviously injured.

“No, you did not. Someone decided that it would be a good idea to try and play cricket whilst everyone else was running track, and the baseball he used bounced back and hit him.” Barry sighed, putting a palm upon his forehead in exasperation.

“Yeah, well, it’s not my fault that we don’t get to play real sports... Wait, why are YOU out of class?” The hobbling boy asked, his words all lifted by hints of an Australian accent.

“Oh, uhm...” Arin sighed before explaining the situation, and then it happened as expected.

“HAH HAH HAAAH!”

“Shut up Ross! It wasn’t my fault! It was that guy, that... DAN. He thinks he’s so cool just because everyone likes him and he’s so handsome and like, ‘Oh look at me, I’m Dan, I’m so cool and everyone likes me and I’m so handsome!’ Yeah well you’re a loser and you suck.”

“Oh come on, he’s not that bad.” Barry interrupted, leaning against a pillar structure in the wall of the corridor. “So what’s your story?” He nodded over at Mark who was listening patiently to the three.

“Oh, uhm, hi! I’m Mark!” He plucked up and introduced himself, and with that they all started to head towards the new student’s classroom. “So who is this.. Dan?”

“Oh he’s just a guy that Arin is obsessed with.”

[redbootsthetimetraveller-archive]

Bea and I, With The Beatles Chapter 5

The Beatles are not my property and this work is fictional. 

-

I walked over to the moonlit patch beneath the window, and the view of streetlights was good, but I could see a fog forming. I shivered. I set to work, and ended up drawing a lion instead of black night and streetlights.

‘Watcha doing up here?’ came a voice from behind me.

‘Huh? Oh, it’s you, George. I’m drawing.’ I said, turning around.

‘Is that a lion? Lemme see.’ George asked, walking up closer and sitting next to me. I handed him the sketchbook, and he looked at the lion, smiled, and started flipping through the book. Normally I’d freak out if someone went through my books, but he was one of the few people I was comfortable with doing that. ‘Hey, You’re pretty good!’ he said, still smiling.

‘Aw, thanks!’ I replied. ‘What’s happening downstairs?’

‘Bea was called downstairs by her parents, and Paul’s doing God knows what.’

‘Huh, nobody knows, then. Why are you up here then?’ I asked.

‘Um… Paul already knows this… so does John and Ringo… and they thought if I talked to you, maybe it would be better than talking to them about it…’ George said, slightly shakily, like he was nervous.

‘Yeah, continue.’ I said, hoping this wasn’t going into uncomfortable territory.

‘Um, so, I like two people… Bea and…’ he started, but couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

‘Doesn’t matter who the second person is. So you like her, right? And you haven’t told her?’

‘Yeah…’

‘Then ask her! Just do it!’ I said, not really feeling confidence in my words.

‘You sure?’

‘Not really, but she’d still be friends with you if she declined.’ I said, more confidence this time.

‘Um, do you mind if I stay up here a bit?’ George asked. I nodded.

‘But you’d better go soon, it’s nearing nine.’

George left at ten to nine, as Paul had left earlier, and we waved them goodbye as they jumped from the windowsill.

‘We’d better get ready for bed, then.’ Bea said. I suppressed the urge to tell her about George. I grabbed out my pyjamas, but Bea stopped me. ‘No, wear this.’ She held out a nightdress with a mesh layer over the top, and it was a ridiculous shade of orange.

‘No! I refuse to wear those, they’re tacky and uncomfortable. Thanks for the offer, though.’ I said.

‘No! I insist on you wearing it.’ Bea replied.

‘Fine. I shall wear it.’ I agreed. I pulled on the orange nightdress, went and cleaned my teeth and tried to fall asleep. It was hard, not just because of the nightdress, but because at some point I was going to have to confront both Bea and George. I wondered if anybody else liked me. I pushed it out of my mind, and rolled over to sleep.

‘Hey, Lizzy! Time to get up!’ Bea was shaking me.

‘Wha- what?’ I said, not used to waking up so abruptly.

‘Time to get ready for school!’ Bea said half enthusiastically. I groaned.

‘Alright then.’ I got up, threw my uniform on, brushed my teeth and at least attempted my hair, and joined the Hall family for breakfast, which was basically toast. I went back upstairs when I had finished to pack everything up, and decided that I would pick my things up after school that day. Bea and I put on our coats even though it hadn’t snowed that night, it was still cold. We cycled to school and chatted about stuff. When we got to the bike shed, I saw a shoe poking up from the ground. I put my bike in the shed and looked around the corner. To my both surprise and expectance, it was John.

‘Did you try and confront Faulkner?’ I said as I helped John up. I didn’t need to hear his answer, but I thought Bea wouldn’t already know.

‘Uhhh…’ John groaned. I handed him my handkerchief to mop up his bloodied face.

‘Go to the nurse and fix up your nose!’ I ordered, and John obviously muttered something under his breath. ‘I told him.’ I said to Bea, who was smirking. ‘C’mon, we’ve got class.’

The days passed, getting up and sleeping in between the days of classes, like German and music and History. It was the final week before a fortnight long holiday for Christmas and New Year. Finally, Saturday dawned. Yesterday I was sixteen. Today I was seventeen. I was allowed to go out with Bea today and I wasn’t going to waste a minute of it. We’d agreed to meet out near the railway line. I saw her from a distance as she was wearing a skirt, bright green lace over cream silk. I would have expected her to wear it tonight. I was wearing more casual clothes, the normal black oversized rollneck jumper and jeans. I had a small satchel with me that carried my wallet full of loose pounds and shillings clinking around. I waved and began jogging over with my bike.

‘Heya!’ Bea called, standing up from her leaning position against the stone wall and reached down behind her feet. It was a brown paper wrapped parcel, and Bea handed it to me with a smile.

‘Happy birthday!’ she grinned. I wasted no time with ripping the paper off the gift. Inside was an LP of Chuck Berry, several books, a lovely woollen scarf and a block of chocolate. I hugged Bea and whispered ‘thanks’ in her ear. I couldn’t put the things inside my small bag, so I rushed back home and put them in my room. I wrapped my lovely soft new scarf around my neck. A bit of condensation built up on my glasses from the snowy air so when we went into a favourite bookstore of mine I wiped them down. I browsed the books while Bea was studying a shelf of books. I found nothing I would like to read that I didn’t already have. We went down to the chippy by the docks and ate there. The day went by fast with bookstores and cycling and planning tonight. We didn’t see any of the boys in town, so we presumed that they were all practising for tonight.

‘God, I can’t wait for tonight.’ I said.

‘Yeah, I know. I’m so nervous even though I’m probably gonna be allowed to go out.’ Bea replied.

‘I won’t, Dad’s out and Amy is like a fucking hawk.’ I sighed. ‘Anyway, where can we go now?’

‘Why don’t we go up to Strawberry Fields?’ Bea suggested. We began the cycle up to the dreamy place. It was easy to lose hours of time at the place where nothing is real and we certainly did that. The dove’s wing grey of the soft clouds filled the sky so thickly and faint drops of snow and sleet fell. Soon enough we’d lost an entire three hours and had to rush home. I said a hurried ‘see you later’ and rushed inside. Amy was back and was sewing something, probably a handkerchief. I ditched my bag and quickly brushed my hair into a more respectable look, knowing that by the end of the night it would be tousled and messy. I grabbed my larger bag and shoved some nightclothes and fresh clothes in it just in case I had to stay a night. I grabbed my guitar and pulled back on my coat, put on my hat and went downstairs. I nearly got out the door when Amy’s small but imposing figure cut me off.