#im so sorry i darkened your dash with this

[ow-my-zock-and-zalls]

Hey there fine folks of Tumblr.com, it's time for your favorite late-night television show!

That's right! It's time for:

IS IT:

AN AUDITORY PROCESSING DISORDER!

OR!

AUTIIIIIIISMMMMM!!!!

*mlg airhorn*

....I'd like to pre-emptively apologize for this post...

[locomoqo]

first time for everything

��� taehoon seong x reader

details: NSFW under the cut, fem bodied reader, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v, protected, its reader's first time!

A/N: WAHHH HI TO THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS (I lost ur rq while editing im so sorry TT) i hope i did ur request right!!! kinda went overboard with this (wc 2.1k lolol) also one down on my list yippee!!

Taehoon isn't known for being expressive. Stoic and cold, he's got the looks and the body, but ask any girl he’s dated before, and they'll tell you he was distant, maybe even an ass. But ever since meeting Hobin and the rest of the group, he’s started to change, little by little. He still keeps up that tough exterior around others, but when he's with you? That facade crumbles, piece by piece, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. He still remembers the first time he met you, and to be honest, he didn’t care much for you back then. But over time, he began searching for your presence in every room he walked into, his hands instinctively seeking yours whenever you were near.

He’s realized something important: he could exist without you, sure, but living without you? That’s something entirely different.

So, he’s been trying—trying to be romantic, to show his affection, just like tonight. It was supposed to be a perfect evening. You and Taehoon had planned a simple night out: dinner, followed by a quiet stroll through the city. The weather was fine when you left, the sky clear, and neither of you bothered checking the forecast.

But, of course, halfway through your walk, the sky darkened ominously. The first raindrop hit Taehoon’s cheek, and before you could even register what was happening, it was pouring. The kind of downpour where even an umbrella wouldn’t have been much help—not that you had one.

His hand found yours as the rain came down in sheets, the cold droplets soaking through your clothes almost immediately. “C’mon, we’ve got to find shelter.” he said as he put his jacket over your head. You both broke into a sprint, your shoes sloshing in the growing puddles, water splattering up your legs as you ran.

After a few minutes of dashing through the rain-soaked streets, you found temporary cover beneath the awning of a small convenience store. The fluorescent lights above buzzed faintly, flickering occasionally as if protesting the weather.

“I don’t think it’s stopping anytime soon,” Taehoon muttered, pulling out his phone from his pocket to check the weather. It was almost as if he had been cursed today because, to his surprise, his phone was dead. You shivered, your wet clothes clinging to your skin like a second, uncomfortable layer.

“So… now what?” you ask, trying to sound optimistic, but even you could hear the weariness in your voice. He scanned the street, brows furrowed. Most places were either closed or looked far too expensive for a short stay. But then his gaze caught something in the distance—a neon pink sign glowing faintly through the mist of rain.

A love hotel.

His gaze drifts over to you, observing your tired and freezing state. His gaze drifts back to the hotel, it’s embarrassing, but you’re both soaked, cold, and honestly exhausted. “...I have an idea.” He hesitantly suggests the idea of staying at the love hotel for the night. You followed his gaze, spotting the hotel’s unmistakable pink glow.

A sigh escaped your lips, half-amused and half-resigned. It wasn’t the kind of place you’d ever imagined staying in, especially not under these circumstances, but you were soaked to the bone, and the idea of a warm, dry room was becoming more appealing by the second.

“Sure I guess we don’t have much of a choice,” you say with a nod, your voice tinged with humor despite the absurdity of it all. With a shrug and a mutual understanding, the two of you dash through the rain once more, making your way towards the hotel entrance.

The lobby was clean but unmistakably catered to a certain type of clientele. Soft, suggestive lighting bathed the room in a warm glow. The hotel clerk barely looked up as you approached, not fazed in the slightest by the soggy couple in front of her. Clearly, she’d seen it all before.

You can’t help but laugh a little at the situation as she handed the keycard to him. “Never thought our first stay at a love hotel would be like this,” you joke, nudging Taehoon with your shoulder. He only grumbles and nudges you back, pocketing the keycard before walking off to go to your room.

“Well… this is cozy,” you said with a small laugh, trying to break the tension. You grabbed one of the complimentary robes from the closet, grateful for something dry to wear. Taehoon did the same, tossing his soaking wet jacket over the back of a chair.

The robe was soft against your skin, warming you almost instantly. You both slipped into the large bed, the thick blankets swallowing you up in their warmth. Despite the slightly awkward circumstances, the room itself was comfortable, and you found yourself relaxing into the plush pillows. The rain outside continued its relentless rhythm, drumming softly against the windows. It was oddly soothing now that you were out of it, tucked away in a cozy room with nothing to do but rest (or at least that’s what you thought).

Taehoon watched you for a moment before he reached out, his hand finding yours under the blankets. He didn’t say anything, just gave your hand a gentle squeeze. The sudden contact has you turning your head to him, “What?” You ask with a small smile, squeezing his hand back. “Nothing.” He says, “You just look pretty in this lighting.” He tucks your hair behind your ear. You giggle at his words, “Is this really the Taehoon Seong I know?” You joke, shuffling under the sheets to get closer to him. 

The space between you narrows, your eyes flickering briefly to his lips. That subtle movement prompts his hand to slide to the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. It was meant to be soft, sweet—just a gentle press of lips. But when his leg accidentally grazes against your core, drawing a soft moan from you, he instinctively rolls you onto your back, hovering over you. The kiss deepens, becoming more intense than either of you intended.

He nudges his knee against your heat again, and the needy whine that escapes your lips spurs him on. Your hand guides him to your breast, slipping it beneath the fabric of your robe. His thumb circles the sensitive peak, the kiss growing even deeper, as if testing the limits. Your hands tremble slightly before finding their place on his chest, pressing gently against the warmth of his skin. The lingering kiss stirs something between you, a tension that had been building all night.

You’ve been here before—kissing, touching, letting your hands roam—but tonight feels different. There's an urgency in the way he touches you, a hunger that hasn't surfaced before. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a heated path in their wake. The soft sigh that escapes your mouth only encourages him further, as your body arches into his touch.

“You okay?” he whispers, his voice thick with desire but still filled with care.

You nod, breath catching in your throat as his hand slides your robe open, his thumb grazing the underside of your breast. Meeting his gaze, you see the mix of tenderness and longing in his eyes, and it sends your heart racing.

“Taehoon…” you whisper, and he hums in response. “You know how we’ve never actually...done it before?” you ask, your voice hesitant. Taking a deep breath, you continue, “What if we changed that? Tonight?”

His brow furrows slightly, processing your words. “Are you...sure?”

“Yes.” You nod, your hands tracing the lines of his arms, feeling the muscles tense beneath your fingers. With that, the atmosphere shifts. The kiss becomes hungrier, more insistent, your bodies pressing together as the heat between you both rises. His hands explore your body with newfound confidence, pulling you closer until there’s hardly any space left between you. Anticipation builds, making your pulse race.

A mix of excitement and nervousness washes over you, but it’s overpowered by how much you want this. How much you want him.

Taehoon pulls back for a moment, his hands cradling your face with such gentleness, grounding you amidst the growing intensity. He looks at you like you’re his entire world.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asks, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. When you nod again, he stares at you for a moment longer, feeling his restraint slowly breaking.

“We’ll take it slow,” he promises, his voice soft but heavy with desire.

His hand ventures lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, his long, slender fingers sliding effortlessly against the slickness of your arousal. You bite your lip as he smiles, murmuring, “Already so wet.” He glances at you briefly, then back down at the glistening wetness between your thighs.

Throwing the covers over his head, he adjusts himself on the bed, moving closer to your core. A shiver runs through you as he pulls your underwear down, and a sharp gasp escapes when his tongue traces a slow line between your folds. Instinctively, you want to close your legs, but he holds them apart, his grip firm.

The way he devours you is intoxicating, and you can feel the walls of your cunt clenching around nothing as he thrusts his tongue deeper inside. He knows exactly how it's affecting you—the sounds spilling from your lips make him grind against the bed, chasing some of his own relief.

“T–Taehoon-!” you moan, and that's when he decides to bring his fingers into play. He thrusts them inside you with deliberate, powerful movements, causing your thighs to tremble and your moans to come faster. He hums against your core, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through you. The knot in your stomach tightens with every precise curl of his fingers and the attention his tongue gives your clit.

It's clear this isn’t his first time. You know it’s not. But it’s the first time he’s doing this with genuine intent to please, rather than just seeking a quick release. As you come undone beneath him, he withdraws his fingers slowly, savoring the taste of you. He gives you a moment to catch your breath before leaning up and pressing his lips to yours again. Your hands fumble with his shirt while he works to remove his pants. He breaks the kiss, his gaze shifting to the bedside table.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, confused by the sudden pause. He opens the drawer, pulling out a condom.

“Protection,” he says simply, tearing the packet open with his teeth. You giggle, “You should do that more often.”

“Are you implying we’re going to be doing this more often?” he asks with a smirk, positioning himself at your entrance.

“Well, that depends,” you tease, a playful smile on your lips, “on whether or not you do our first time justice.” Taehoon rolls his eyes but there’s a touch of seriousness in the air. “Just tell me if something doesn’t feel right, okay?” he quietly says, searching your eyes for any hesitation. You take a deep breath, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

Slowly, he eases himself inch by inch into you. You gasp, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you adjust to his size. He stays still, giving you time to get used to the feeling. “You alright?” he groans, pressing gentle kisses to your face, wiping away your tears. His hand finds yours, fingers interlocking. “M–Mhm,” you manage, squeezing his hand as you exhale shakily. He begins to move, dragging his length out slowly before thrusting back in, drawing a sharp moan from your lips.

“Fuck…” you breathe out, your body trembling as he finds a steady rhythm. He starts slow, not wanting to overwhelm you, but soon his pace quickens. Your soft walls grip him with each stroke, and his breathing grows heavy as you pull at his hair, your nails leaving crescent marks on his skin. The sound of your moans drives him wild, his own deep groans mingling with yours.

“You feel so good, too good,” he grunts, burying his face in your neck, biting and kissing as he continues to move. Your moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as sweat beads on your skin, your head lolling to the side.

“I’m gonna–I’m gonna cum–!” you pant, legs tightening around his waist as you approach your peak. Taehoon’s thrusts become more urgent, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his voice strained with desire.

You let out a loud moan, your body shuddering as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. Taehoon follows soon after, his movements slowing as he cums into the condom, his body finally coming to rest.

“So,” he starts, lifting his head from your neck with a smug grin, “did I do our first time some justice?”

[gildedtragedies]

YOU KNOW WHAT IM GONNA ASK 👹🦩

WOOOOOO i have been looking for an excuse to share snippets here we go (these are unedited bear with me) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 👹:

Claudius blinks, processing the absurdity of this whole situation as a slow grin spreads across his face.

“Wait. You did all of this because you couldn’t send a text?”

“I didn’t know how to word it!” Petra protests, but he can barely hear her over the sound of his own laughter. He starts to catch his breath, but one glance at her puffed-up cheeks sends him spiraling all over again.

“Stop laughing! I should’ve let you die when you had bronchitis.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to being around anyone who sucks at this worse than I do.”

Claudius finally manages to calm down, wiping the tears from his eyes while Petra sits there glowering and looking like she might just use him for target practice after all. 

“This is all Dash’s fault.” Petra says. “I’m never taking advice from a Four again.”

“So, same time next week?” 

“Not even in your wildest dreams.” Petra slides her textbook into her bag and stuffs the flashcards into the front pocket. She turns to face him, her expression caught somewhere between annoyance and fond exasperation. “I’m gonna go make out with Selene and try to forget that you exist.”

She walks off before he can come up with anything clever. He shakes his head, muttering, “What the fuck, Petra,” under his breath as she closes the door behind her.

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With a groan, he heaves himself out of bed, rubbing at his eyes as he stumbles into the living room. Petra’s sprawled on his couch, one arm dangling off the side and a puddle of drool darkening the fabric beneath her face. It’s a miracle anyone can fall asleep to the sounds of the Village’s new inhabitants—Mating? Fighting? He doesn’t care. The only sound he wants to hear from those damn ostriches is the sizzle of them roasting over an open fire.

He risks a glance out the window and immediately regrets it. Add that to the ever-growing list.

“Oh, fuck’s sake,” Brutus mutters, throwing open the front door.

It’s worse than he imagined. They’re not mating. They’re not fighting. No, they’re racing.

The first emotion he feels is betrayal, because gathered in a circle, cheering and placing bets, are all the people who should know better—his own mentor, two of his Victors. He’s seriously considering throttling Devon and Artemisia with his bare hands when Petra stirs behind him.

She sits up in a daze, wiping the drool from her cheek with the collar of her pajama shirt and snatching her cane from the back of the couch.

“Did I miss the race?” she asks, rising to her feet with a wince that Brutus respectfully ignores. “I had money on Plutarch Feathersbee.”

Brutus stares at her, words failing him for a long, agonizing moment. Finally, with the weariness of a man who has seen too much, he exhales.

“No, sweetheart,” he says. “You didn’t miss it.”

[roseyjean]

Just To Keep You Safe, Of Course! Pt 3

Part One: Here

Part Two: Here

Part Three: You’re already there!

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Contains/Warnings: Slightly ooc Ranpo, obsession, yanderism, worship (ish), a dead body, some gore but not explicit, mentions of YNs past bad relationship, some manipulation, a smidge of fluff and a dash of suggestiveness at the end (if you're dirty-minded like me)

A/N: IM SO SORRY FOR ANYBODY WHO FOUND THIS UHH IT TOOK ME OVER A MONTH BECAUSE I FUCKING FORGOT I HADNT FINISHED COPYING HELP ME

I listened to: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/39pNfPYZnQJSbfGpUt9Gat?si=h-U5c-IBQFOJwfq7v7Pbug&pi=M24fQlbNQ0O8E while I worked

It's fairly late as you make your way back to your apartment. Your mind is still on the kiss. It was so swift wnd soft, you'd barely had any time to taste the sugar that lingered on his lips. The very thought of kissing him more made butterflies flutter in your stomach. You were a little glad he hadn't returned to the shop. You're not sure how you would've acted.

But you did wonder why he hadn't come back. It was possible that the case Poe had for him was just taking longer then expected. Or he'd gotten distracted. Or just forgotten to come back.

Whatever the case, you hoped to see him tomorrow. He was absolutely amazing. You didn't think you'd ever fallen for a guy as hard as you'd fallen for Ranpo. You'd noticed the way Poe had looked at you from the corner of your eye. And you'd heard the tinge of jealousy in Ranpo's tone. You were honestly flattered somebody would get jealous because of you.

You really needed to figure out a way to tell Ranpo just how much you liked him.

Walking past an alley, you see a glint of metal, and you walked closer to investigate. You stepped around some boxes and what you saw made you cover your mouth in horror. One of your ex-boyfriends laid there, dead, his chest slashed open. He'd been probably the worst one of your exes- verbal abuse, never touched you, treated you like crap. It had taken you forever to gain the courage to leave him. And you still had some issues, even a few years later.

You took a step back. The body was very fresh- blood oozing from the deep slashes on his chest, staining his clothes. The blood was still a bright crimson, blood still slowly pooling around his body. It was fresh.

You didn't know how fresh. And you didn't want to touch the body to find out.

You swallow back the bile rising in your throat and step back even more, rooting through your pockets for your phone. When you pull it out, your hands are shaky and sweaty, and your phone slides out of your hands and lands on the pavement with a clatter. You scoop it up. It's chipped in the corner but it still works perfectly fine.

Suddenly a hand clamps over your mouth, another around your wrist and twisting cruelly. You cry out in pain, muffled by the leather of the glove and the person's hand, and your phone falls to the ground. Your heart drops when you hear it shatter.

You don't know what else to do, so you bite the person' hand. Your self defense knowledge is shoddy at best, but instinct tells you to rear back and kick the person in the kneecap. You scoop up your phone and start running down the sidewalk. You need to get to a police station, ASAP.

You're running so fast that you don't even notice the person walking towards you, until you run into them. They grab your arms and you flail.

"Y/N! It's me! Calm down!"

You recognized his voice immediately and hug him tight, tucking yourself into his arms. "Ranpo!"

He puts his arms around you. "Darling, you're shaking. What happened?" He opens his eyes to gaze down at you, and they darken a smidge. If somebody hurt you..

“I-I was walking home and I f-found a dead body.” You stammer out, and you find that Ranpo holding you close comforts you. “I went to call the cops, b-but somebody went up behind me and t-they made me drop my phone and they m-muffled my mouth.”

His grip on you tightens. This is why he shouldn’t let you out. You shouldn’t’ve had to see that.

“Are you hurt?” He asks you quietly, pressing his lips to the top of your head. You shake your head no.

“Okay. I’m gonna call the police on my phone and we’ll tell them where the body is. Then I’ll walk you home.” He runs a soothing hand up and down your back.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath. His jacket smells like the candy he’s almost always eating. And something metallic, like iron or blood. It’s a weird smell, but not entirely unpleasant.

“Okay.” You whisper, still clutching him close. “It was a few blocks back, I think.”

He keeps an arm around you as he fishes his phone out and calls the police. He tells them what happens as you keep close to him, trying to calm yourself down. You’re still shaking, heart beating fast as a scared rabbit’s.

So fast he can feel it. He holds you closer, pressing another kiss to the top of your head. His poor sweetheart..

After what feels like forever, Ranpo finally hangs up, and you can distantly hear sirens already. “Okay, darling. Let’s get you home.”

The two of you started to walk home, his arm around your waist. You would’ve leaned into him anyways. He’s so warm and comfortable.

Your apartment isn’t very far, so it doesn’t take very long to for the two of you to arrive. You unlock the door and let the two of you in, immediately flicking the light on. Ranpo helps you get settled- you go and change into a hoodie and sweatpants, not even caring that you look like a mess- as he makes you some tea. The two of you sit on your couch and he pulls you closer to him. It’s cozy. Comfy. And perfect.

You drink your tea and talk about random things until he moves to stand up. “I should probably be going now, so you can-“

You grab his wrist. “No. Please. Stay. Just for the night. I…” You look at your half-empty mug, cradled in your lap. “I really don’t want to be alone, not tonight, not after what happened.”

You’re looking down, so you don’t notice the gleam in his half-open eyes.

Finally.

He sits back down. “Of course. I’ll stay as long as you need me to, sweetheart.”

You snuggle back into him, looking up at him. He cups your face softly and gives you the most gentle kiss you’ve ever had. Your eyes widen in surprise before you kiss him back. This feels perfect. Maybe he’s the one you’ve needed your whole life.

And as he takes your mug from your hands and sets it in the coffee table, picking you up to carry you to your bedroom, he wonders something.

How would you react if you knew he was the reason your shitty ex-boyfriend was dead?

[the-trinket-witch]

Practically Perfect Ch. 7

(Ch 8|Ch 6|Ch 1)

  “Sorry ‘bout that, You got a sec to hear us out?” Cater interrupted. He wrestled a hand over Grim’s mouth to try shutting him up. As the two struggled, Al ran to rejoin the group, bag in hand, and out of breath.

“Sorry, everyone-I had to make a stop, quick,” He huffed. “Is this the ‘Jack Howl’ we’re looking for?”

Everyone nodded, further confusing the white-haired beastman. 

“What do y’all want? What’s this about protection? This some kinda mob racket?” He growled.

     “I’m incredibly sorry, it seems we’ve got off on the wrong foot. We’ve been doing some…investigating into some accidents that have been happening, and signs point to them not being so accidental. We suspect you might be targeted next if they’re intentional, and we’d like to offer-” Al rattled off.

“No. I don’t need any ‘protection’. I’m just fine on my own,” Jack barked.

>It might be more dangerous by yourself

>Isn’t there strength in numbers?

“‘Said no. Now, you’re cutting into my running time,” He huffed before dashing off again.

“Well that was rude of ‘im!” Grim spat.

“I mean, you kinda started it,” Ace said.

“OI YOU!” A voice called behind the group. A few more residents, clad in leather jackets, strode up towards the troupe. 

     “What’re a buncha Heartslabyul wimps doin’ on our turf? Looks like one’ve ya brought an offering. Consider us the Welcoming Committee. Hand it over-and we’ll welcome you to the door,” One sneered. 

Ace groaned, noting the pattern of ‘greetings’ they’d been getting all day.

“Hey! Knock it off,” Another voice roared. Everyone’s eyes turned towards the voice, finding another tall, tan beastman. 

“S-sorry, Leona; we’re just roughin’ them up a little, having some fun. They’re mozying in on our territory anyway!” one explained.

“Wait-aren’t you the guys from the cafeteria?” the small blond asked. 

“And aren’t you the mince-katsu-guy?” Grim replied. 

“Tasty-soundin’ name, but I have a real one: Ruggie Bucchi,” Ruggie said. "Thanks for the trade, by the way~"

     “Hang on-You,” The lion pointed towards the middle of the pack, pointing Yuu out. “You’re the herbivore that stomped on my tail earlier.” 

Some residents expressed surprise, terror, then rage. The small pack began to close in, looking to exact some form of revenge. 

“Quit your barking, mutts,” Leona commanded. “It’s on y'all if your actions get us kicked out of the Tournament.”

“What-are we supposed to just let trespassers walk all over us?”

“I said nothing about letting them walk all over us.” His green eyes darkened with a fanged smirk.

Cater muttered, “We weren’t planning on anything, Leona. I think we mighta caught you all at a bad time.”

     “We seem to have interrupted important work. If I may, As one Dorm Leader to Another, I’d like to actually bring this to your attention,” Albert started. He opened the bag to reveal sport-drinks and meat buns, and began passing them around. “You’re all the athletic types, and you especially, Mr. Kingscholar, have been the most adamant about having a shot at the Magift Championship. I thought, as a greetings from my dorm to yours, I’d bring some things for your training regimen.”

     “Really, now?” Leona started. He strode over, grasping at Al’s shirt and tie to yank him off the ground and in close. “We don’t take handouts or charity here, Fresh Meat. A bribe, maybe, but Nobody offers something unless they got something they’re wanting in return. Heh, it’s not like you’d be able to do anything about it if you were looking for payment. No sense letting food go to waste, though, so how about this? How ‘bout a round of Magift? Work up our appetites for us.”

     “I-I’m not one to start fights if I can help it-especially one I know I’m not going to stand a chance at winning. I sincerely apologize for causing offense!” Al stammered. By this point his feet barely touched dirt with how far he’d been hoisted by Leona. 

“HEY. What’re you all doing?” Jack yelled. He stomped towards the crowd gathering, parting through them to find his Dorm Leader holding another. 

“Awe, come now, Freshman; we’re just havin’ a little fun between Dorm Leaders. Establishing a pecking order, if you will,” Leona answered.

“Looks more like picking on newbies than anything-can’t stand stuff like that.” Jack growled.

     “Psh, buzzkill,” Leona spat. Ruggie giggled at the display, mocking Jack and his ‘chivalry’. “I do admire your guts, though, talking to your upperclassmen like that. This is boring, anyway. C’mon, Ruggie,” Leona yawned, releasing Albert. The impact kicked up a bit of dust, but otherwise he scrambled back upright to rejoin his crew. The group watched as Leona strutted off, bag of food in tow. 

     “So much for great first impressions,” Albert muttered. He managed to scoop up one of the lingering bottles of sport drink and one last packaged meat bun. “That was…rather embarrassing. It is nice to see, even here, someone willing to stick up for the ‘little guys’. This probably also probably looks even worse, looking back at how we approached you to defend, earlier…Thank you.” He sheepishly offered the two scraps to The Wolf.

     “Yeah. It kinda is. And it’s not like I was trying to defend you guys or anything-one thing I hate seeing is someone picking on someone weaker than them just because. I get trying to find allies, but this isn’t the time, or the dorm to do that. Just…go.” Jack explained. He accepted the food before turning back to his training. 

Albert turned back towards the group, everyone agreeing it time to just call it a day. 

     “Myahh, This day lasted way too long. We got anymore of those meat buns you let those Savanaclaw take from us?” Grim whined once the trio had come back to their dorm.

     “Sorry, Grim. I can cook up something similar, but I’m still kind of beat from ‘playing tag’ earlier with those twins,” Al groaned as the three made for the kitchen. “One damn-near grabbed me.” He reflexively rubbed at his neck at the thought. 

>I’m gonna go walk around for a bit before dinner…

>I’ll set the table but I need to go out for some air, quick…

     Albert nodded, bringing Grim along to help prepare dinner. Both watched the fireflies dance outside of the window. Between preparation, Al caught a couple of glances at someone talking with Yuu. They noticed the horns, but couldn’t quite put a finger on who was supposedly known for such a feature. The rest of the night consisted of the three coming up with an idea as to where to go next. 

“If it's not too prying, who was it you’d met, outside?” Albert asked.

>He didn’t tell me his name but…

>He was ok with me calling him ‘Tsunotaru’...

     “Tsunotaro?” Albert asked. Yuu blushed under their ringlets, explaining the joke and outing themselves as what they called an 'otaku'. It only sent Albert reeling. “I can’t imagine it being the most appropriate name for someone straight out of the gate. Of course if they seemed fine with it then no harm, no foul. Who has horns, though, here on campus?” 

The crew finished eating, but with a little bit of time before bed, they made conversation to let dinner settle. 

     “We really need a name for this dorm, if we’re to eventually be offered an opportunity to be in the tournament,” Al mentioned. “I’ve taken some time trying to come up with some, but I did want your opinions as you both are the only other two as members of this dorm.” He pulled out a notepad with scratches of different names listed, all themed around ghosts or hauntings. “Let’s see, we have Pentergeist, Scarrack, Phantomicile, Phantomhive-wait, that sounds like that one toy company-Boorracks, Wraithidence, Spectrestead, Pieddeterror…”

>I kinda like…

“What about you, Grim?” Al asked as he passed the notepad over. Grim had looked over the page, mulling over the different options. 

“I’m kinda likin’ ‘Pentergeist’,” Grim said with a paw on the name. 

     “Interesting…If we can all agree tonight, I can sort out the paperwork and we can actually establish ourselves as a dorm. It’ll be interesting to hear the crowds potentially cheer this name if we somehow make it to the tournament…”

[sylvie-writes]

Fighting For You

word count: 1530

request: Hi! Hello! Hey! I saw part of your conversation with the girl that is dating a cop and I was wondering if she’s okay with it of course, if you could use the “I’m fighting to come home to you” thing in a Steve x Reader thing?

a/n: this is part 1 of (undetermined) of me trying to finish requests that have been sent in ages ago. IM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT AND THE QUALITY. it’s been hard to write but hopefully these will do. this was originally at 100 words, so i added some random subplot to bring up the count and I tried to make it relevant to the story. anyways, this isn’t proofread much so please excuse any mistakes.

It had been weeks of radio silence that often left your mind pacing while you tried to go through the day. Everything was gonna be fine.

Those five words became a mantra for the time being since Steve left and while he had warned you that no communication was a possibility on this mission, you still couldn’t help but feel anxious that something had gone wrong. Steve was never one to give up. 

It was a solo mission meaning Natasha, who you trusted to babysit Steve, was currently not with him. Instead she was playing babysitter for you and had now lured you into a personal “mission” at the orphanage. The redhead had recently divulged the secret that every Thursday afternoon when she disappeared for hours on end that she wasn’t out for a workout regime, but instead visiting the angels who so badly needed some adoration.

That night Steve left for his mission, Natasha had taken you out to dinner and a few drinks led to cries of sorrow and laughter. Tears pricked at her eyes and your own, when Natasha revealed that she didn’t want these kids to have an experience such as her years as an orphan. Somehow your conversation of the awful nachos on the bar counter had transferred into what your friend did when she disappeared midweek. When the words spilled from her mouth and she immediately apologized for oversharing, you were quick to reassure her with a fast and unexpected hug that almost knocked over the unsuspecting coffee mugs that had been sitting between you both. The mugs were empty from trying to sober you both up but they seemed to be doing nothing but getting in the way. Natasha never really opened up to you about her past despite almost knowing her longer than Steve, so this little exchange was a milestone in your friendship. 

Since that crazy dinner, you have been spending your Thursdays with the kids and Nat, putting on a fake smile that would turn genuine just at the sight of the children getting excited to see you. It took your mind off Steve, albeit for a few hours, but that was better than none. The kids always seemed to know what to say to cheer you up and you did the same for them. 

Last visit, you and Nat were given the privilege of speaking with the teens and this week you were given the opportunity to visit the little ones. More specifically, it was arts and crafts day and only seconds after walking in the door were you elbow deep in macaroni noodles and colorful string. 

About ten kids clobbered to sit around Nat as she demonstrated the making of macaroni noodles when you noticed a young girl in the corner and a social worker crouched on the ground with her, a lollipop in hand to coax the child. You could see the fear in the young girl's eyes as she clutched the tattered blanket to her chest. Those sweet brown eyes were so sparkly you were sure you would’ve remembered her which drew you to the conclusion that she was new. 

You directed two other children to Nat who was currently playing art teacher as you slowly approached the scene in the corner. The social worker looked up at you with a hopeful smile and held out his arms as if saying “all yours.” He handed you the lollipop and quickly explained that she was new before dashing off to help another worker. 

“Hey girly, what’s your name?”

You opted to sit criss cross on the floor, showing the girl that you planned on staying. She didn’t speak but instead turned to the wall. Silence filled the corner and you decided to speak up once more. 

“My name is (y/n), and I come here with my friend Nat. Today we were invited to make macaroni necklaces with you! Do you like crafts?” 

Some progress was made when you said Nat’s name and pointed her out to the child who had now turned to see what you were talking about. She softly shook her head when asked about arts and crafts and you gave a soft smile. Her hand quickly reached up to brush back a strand of short, black hair and you noticed the bracelet on her hand. It was a simple multi colored beaded bracelet that spelt out “VERA✿”

You reached out to grab her wrist and she complied, placing his arm in your hand. 

“Wow, this is so pretty! Did you make this, Vera?” She nodded her head and quietly began to speak. At this you internally jumped around with joy at such progress. 

“I like to make bracelets. My mommy used to make them with me, but then she left. Now I’m all alone.”

Her happy tone had turned dismal and a few tears crawled out of her eyes. Words never seemed to mean much to you, but her story made you choke back a sob. It seemed that the young girl hadn’t intended to spill the information, but she did, and now she was vulnerable. 

“Oh Vera, I understand it’s no fun to be alone,” You squeezed her hand lovingly and offered a comforting smile, “My friend, Steve, he had to leave a few weeks ago and I feel lonely, just like you, but you know what?”

She cocked her head at your question.

“I have other friends who take care of me and don’t make me feel lonely. So Vera, why don’t we go out and make necklaces. We can go make some friends who will always be for you, hon!”

She was apprehensive to agree but slowly stood and dragged behind you. Nat saw you come over and waved you and Vera to come join the little boy beside her who looked in need of a friend.

-

Macaroni necklaces were a success and so was getting Vera to socialize. She made friends with the little boy, Liam, and the two were the chattiest out of the whole bunch. In fact, they both talked so much they tuckered themselves out that you and Nat brought them back to their sleeping quarters with the rest of the children. Natasha stood in the hallway as Vera led you to her cot and proudly showed off her teddy bear that sat in the middle. From a distance Nat could see Vera placing her macaroni necklace around your neck as you crouched down. Vera stood back and proudly eyed her creation before giving you a tight hug.

“Don’t worry, your friend will come back.” This statement caused you to be taken aback and luckily Vera was too busy climbing into bed to notice your shocked expression.  “You told me you will come back and you are my friend, so I think he will too.”  Vera continued as she pulled her teddy bear close and you covered her scrawny shoulders with the same fleece blanket that was once used as a makeshift shield. Walking out the darkened room, Vera’s words left you wondering if Steve would ever really come back. 

-

As you and Nat drove home, all thoughts of Steve had momentarily dissipated leaving you with a second of bliss. 

Not even a moment after your laughter ceased at Nat’s story of Liam trying to eat raw noodles, the ringer designated for Steve rang and your shaky hand voluntarily went to answer.

“Steve?”

“Hey, love,” Steve’s voice came out in a hushed whisper but a rough chuckle tumbled out with it, “You sound surprised to be hearing from me?”

“I thought something had happened to you. I-”

You were at a loss of words and Steve seemed to know this. 

“(y/n), I’m fighting to come home for you. Never doubt that.”

His words seemed so sweet yet cringe so you could help but make a joke, “Wow, I didn’t know you were a motivational speaker on the side.”

Steve’s familiar laugh came through the receiver, “See, that is another reason I want to come home, so I can listen to your terrible jokes!”

Playfully offended you added, “Hey! They aren’t as bad as yours. I mean dad jokes, c’mon you can do better than that Rogers.”

“Yeah, yeah. We can settle this debate when I see you tonight.” You could practically hear the smirk in Steve’s voice because he knew darn well that he had just shocked you with this revelation of information. Your silence confirmed this for Captain and he proudly continued on.

“Well, I gotta finish cleaning up here, so I’ll see you for dinner, doll. Love you!”

All you could do was return the affection before hanging up and allowing the enormous smile to finally take over your face as it had been waiting to do so for so long. 

“So, what should I wear?” Natasha took her eyes off the road and looked at you with a cheesy grin of her own. For a majority of the ride home, the two of you babbled about Steve like middle school girls on a first date.

Steve never failed to keep a promise to you and he wasn’t planning to do so now.

[jjungkookislife]

The Roommate: Epilogue

pairing: vmin x reader, ex-bf kook x reader

genre: roommate au, smut 18+

wc: 3.1k

warnings: cursing, time skips, some dirty talk, jimin’s a tease, some angst, heartbroken kook :(, honest kook, oral sex (f. receiving), allusions to threesome?, promises of forever 

a/n: hi!  it’s been a year since i’ve updated! this has been a long time coming and im sorry for taking so long but i have a love/hate relationship with this story.  it kinda got a mind of its own and turned into a vmin love story instead of jungkook, which is why there’s a JJK version.  as sad as I am to see this end, it feels like there’s a weight off my shoulders.  thank you to everyone who read it and commented, it means the world to me.  I love you all!

date: November 15, 2020

“She’s so tiny!” You coo as you hold baby Eun-ji in your arms three months later.  Jungsook hadn’t wanted too many people around the baby, but now that she was older and had some vaccines under her belt, she allowed you all to visit. 

You rocked the infant in your arms, your chest filling with warmth as your eyes shined with giddiness.  Jimin smiles as Taehyung wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against his side.  

They both watched you gush over the infant, looking at each other before blushing. Maybe someday the three of you would be parents as well. 

This was the first time all of you had been in the same room together, and Jungkook was surprised he wasn’t upset at seeing the three of you together.  If anything, it made him happy to see all of you.  

“Here,” you whisper as you turn to Jimin, passing him baby Eun-ji.  He holds her, cooing at her as a bright smile appears on his lips as he looks from Eun-ji to Taehyung.  

“She’s beautiful,” he murmurs as he rocks her in his arms, singing softly to her before looking up to take a picture.  He then passes the baby to Taehyung, who lights up like a Christmas tree.  

“She’s so tiny and cute,” he chuckles as he looks at Jimin.  “I love her already.”

You all laugh, taking pictures of each other holding the baby before Jungkook gets a turn.  He sits on the rocking chair, scared he may actually drop her, but you reassure him he won’t as you kneel in front of him.  

“You’re doing well, Kookie.  Relax,” you murmur as you look at Eun-Ji then up at him. He smiles softly at you, mouthing thanks as he goes back to gently rocking the baby.  You place your hands on his knees, watching the baby squirm in his arms, and your heart feels like it’s going to burst from happiness.  

“Jungkook’s a natural,” Jin chuckles from his spot beside Jungsook, who nods in agreement. 

Jungkook holds her a little longer before handing her off to you. He looks at Taehyung and Jin asking, “ready?”

“Yeah, I just need to get my toolbox from the garage,” Jin says as his two friends follow him out of the room to the garage.  

“Oh, she’s so adorable!” you gush as you coo at Eun-Ji, her small hand gripping your pinky as you take a seat in the rocking chair.  Jung-sook hovers nearby, smiling but apprehensive despite knowing you’d never drop her child.

“She is, isn’t she?” Jimin whispers as he wraps his arm around you as you hold the baby, rocking her gently.  Taehyung walks by the doorway on his way to the nursery, a smile on his lips as he watches the two of you, having held the baby first and longer than the both of you.   His heart skips a beat as he watches the two of you with baby Eun-Ji.  Jin appears behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “it’ll happen for you.”

Jungkook watches the exchange, smiling.  He’s genuinely happy for the three of you, no longer holding malice for the way things ended.  He realized the three of you belonged together.  Who was he to stand in the way of that?

“Would you mind watching her so I can shower?  I promise I’ll be quick,” Jungsook pleads and you nod, telling her to take her time.  She thanks you before she makes a mad dash for the bathroom, the door shutting after her. 

“She’s such a cutie,” Jimin coos, squatting beside you to get a better look at the baby.  His heart thumps erratically in his chest. Was this in your future with them?

Jimin hoped so.  

“Do you want to hold her?” You ask him, he looks at you nervously before nodding.  You carefully rise from the chair, telling him to have a seat before you place the baby in his arms.  

“She’s so little,” he whispers, his eyes on the baby’s face before he looks up at you with a dazzling smile. 

“Do you want kids?” You find yourself asking as you take a seat on the bed. 

“Someday,” Jimin grins.  “Do you?”

“Yeah, someday,” you mirror his smile as you take a seat on the bed.  You watch Jimin rock the baby in his arms, softly singing to her.  

“Someday.”

“I’ll get it!” You called as you ran down the hallway toward the front door.  

“I wasn’t rushing to get it,” Jungkook chuckles from his spot on the couch as you open the door with a smile on your face.  

“Jimin!  Tae! You’re actually on time!” You exclaim as you let them in.  

“You know, we’re not always late,” Jimin huffs as he takes a seat on the couch beside Jungkook. 

“Yeah, Jimin managed to get out of bed today,” Taehyung teases as he wraps an arm around your shoulders to pull you to his side.  

“Anyway, the rest of the guys should be here soon.  Jungsook is staying behind with baby Eun-ji, but Jin said he’d definitely be here,” Jungkook interrupts, you nod as you and Tae go to the kitchen to grab the menus. 

“Pick something while I finish setting up,” you hand the menus to Jimin and Jungkook as you go to your bedroom to grab a few blankets and cushions.  

“Can you bring my blanket too?!” Jungkook yells from the living room.  You roll your eyes but stop in his bedroom to grab his blanket before making your way to the living room.  You toss everything on the recliner before handing Jungkook his blanket, which he thanks you for as you place the blankets on the floor in front of the TV.  

The door opens and in come Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon.  You greet them all as they pile into the living room to pick their seats.  Taehyung offers to grab the snacks from the kitchen as the door opens one more time as Jin walks in. 

“Hey,” he smiles brightly as he shuts the door after him, taking a seat beside Yoongi.  

“Hey, glad you could make it,” Jungkook smiles as you take your seat beside him.  

Namjoon looks over at the two of you, smiling to himself.  He’s glad all of you could finally hang out all together with no tension.  He wasn’t sure that would ever happen again, and the rest of his friends all felt the same way.  

Yoongi looks at Namjoon, elbowing him in the ribs, “quit staring.  You’re gonna make it weird, and I just got here.”

“I’m not staring… I’m admiring.”

“You’re gonna admire my foot in your ass if you make things weird,” Yoongi hisses in response.

“Kinky,” Hoseok smirks.  Namjoon rolls his eyes.

“What are you guys whispering about?”  Jin asks as he lays down across Yoongi’s lap.  Yoongi resists the urge to push him off, noting how tired the eldest man looks.  Instead, he runs his fingers through his hair.  Jin sighs, “I’m so tired.”

“Sleep,” Jimin tells him.  You nod in agreement.

“Nah, I’m good.” Jin yawns within a few minutes, he’s sound asleep.

Jungkook turns the volume down a bit, as to not wake him as the rest of you continue to talk in quiet voices, ordering dinner.

“How about next time, we do it at our house?”  Taehyung asks tentatively.

Jungkook’s brows furrow, voice soft as he asks, “what’s wrong with my house?”

Taehyung’s eyes widened, “n-nothing! Nothing, we just haven’t been able to host since…” 

Jimin clears his throat awkwardly, looking at you.

“That’s a good idea!  We can all take turns hosting,” Hoseok pipes in with a grin, Taehyung sends him a grateful smile.

“Oh yeah, that sounds good,” Namjoon agrees and Yoongi nods beside him.  Jungkook nods, finally agreeing.  You’re glad an argument hasn’t broken out; things were still rocky but were on the road to improvement.

“Are you sleeping over this weekend?”  Taehyung asked as he held your right hand while Jimin held your left, the three of you making your way down the driveway.  You move to stand beside their car by the passenger door.

Jimin places his hands on your hips, pulling you into him.  His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck, “we miss you.”

“I miss you too,” you admit, reaching out for Taehyung.  

Your lips meet Tae’s, kissing him before kissing Jimin.  A gasp escapes your lips when Jimin nips at your bottom lip, tugging it before stepping back with a smirk.

Your fingers press against your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks, “Jimin!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” he apologizes with a giggle.

Taehyung chuckles, his arms wrapping around you to hold you tight.  He kisses your cheeks, then your nose and finally your lips, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you say, kissing him once again.  He steps closer, his body pressed against yours as your back meets the car door.  His hands cup your face, holding you as your fingers embed themselves in his hair, tugging it.

“Fuck,” he curses, kissing you deeper.  His lips trail kisses to your jaw and down to your neck, where he nips at the flesh.

You melt beneath his touch, your body burning with desire.

“Alright, lovebirds.  We gotta go before you fuck her on the car,”  Jimin interrupts and you smile, shaking your head.

“Like you haven’t done that before,” you state with a smug smile.

Jimin steps closer to you, Tae steps aside.  The dark look in Jimin’s eyes sends a tremor down your spine and excitement fills your stomach.

“I’ll do it again, baby.  Don’t tempt me,” you bite your lip at his words.  

Jimin smirks, his fingers gripping your chin to get you to meet his gaze, “would you like that?  Would you like me to bend you over the hood of the car?  Spread you open for me while I get on my knees to eat you out until you’re fucking my face?  Do you want all the neighbors to hear you screaming my name as I bury my cock in that tight cunt?  Fucking you until you cum wrapped around me and fall on the hood?”

Taehyung’s gaze darkens, swallowing thickly as he watches the both of you.  Your eyes glazed with lust, nodding at Jimin with a pleading look.

“Too bad we have to go home, princess.”  Jimin lets you go, grinning madly as he kisses your cheek and goes around to the driver’s side to get in the car.

You look at him, mouth agape.

Taehyung chuckles, kissing your forehead, “goodnight, baby.  We’ll text you when we get home.  Love you.”

“Love you,” you respond as you move aside to let him get in the car.  You wave as they leave, turning to go back inside, flustered.  Damn your tease of a boyfriend.

“You okay?”  Jungkook asks as he finishes cleaning up the living room.  You blanched, nodding as you step out of his way, following him to the kitchen.

“Yeah, just tired.  I would have helped you clean,” you say as you take a seat at the dining table.

“It wasn’t much, Namjoon helped.”

You nod as you get up to open the door for him to throw the trash out.  You look up at the moon.  You wrap your arms around yourself.

“It’s so beautiful,” you whisper.

Jungkook looks at you, your face illuminated by the full moon.  He swallows, clearing his throat before muttering a “yeah.”

You’re silent for a moment, “do you regret it?”

Jungkook’s brows raise, “w-what?”

“Do you regret ever getting involved with me?”  You ask, looking away from him.  He shoves his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants.  He bites his bottom lip; he’s not sure what to say.

“You can be honest, you know.  I know what I did to you, Jimin, and Tae was shitty…”

Jungkook still hesitates.

“Forget I said anything,” you apologize after.  Inhaling deeply before turning to head back inside the house.

“I do.  I did…”  Jungkook finally admits.

You turn to face him, your heart sinking in your chest.  Jungkook avoids your gaze, turning to look at the moon instead.

“I wish... I wish we had just left it as friends.  Or at least just fucked to get it out of our systems.  I don’t know, Y/n.  I just…”

You wait for him to continue.

“I just wish things could have been different.  Maybe if we hadn’t wanted more, we could have been best friends.”  You nod.

“Don’t get me wrong though,” he says.  “We’re still friends, but there’s a lingering ache whenever I see you.  Knowing what we were and what we had... what we could have been...” Jungkook shakes his head, he would not delve back into those useless thoughts.  “It’s better this way though, in a way.  At least I know we wouldn’t have amounted too much…”

You wrap your arms around yourself.

“I knew all this pursuing you though, so I guess that’s my own fault.  However, I am happy for you.  You’re happy with them and they’re happy with you.  Everyone can see how much you all love each other, and that alone is enough for me.  Make each other as happy as possible, love each other deeply and take care of each other.  That’s all I can ask of you now.  You deserve happiness.”

“Jungkook…”

“Come on, it’s late.  Let’s go inside.”

You blink, agreeing as you follow him back inside.  You grab him by the arm, making him turn to look at you.

“For what it’s worth, you deserve happiness as well.”

Jungkook bites his lip, nodding before leaving you alone in the kitchen.  The door of his bedroom slams shortly after.  

It was going to take a lot of work to mend your relationship with him, but with everything out in the air, you were sure you could fix it… or at least make it more bearable for the both of you.

“You couldn’t have come out sooner?” Taehyung complains as Jungkook comes out of the house, rolling his eyes.

“I wanted to see how long it’d take you to come get me,” Jungkook shrugs as he helps Taehyung move your mattress out of the moving truck.

“You’re evil,” Taehyung huffs as the two of them walk past you and Jimin to get into the house.

“I don’t know why you need your mattress,” Jimin says as he walks to the moving truck to grab a box to carry inside.

“To put in the spare room for now, plus I like it,” you tell him as you follow him inside where Jungkook is waiting on Taehyung to recover from his exertion.  The mattress blocks the hallway.  Jungkook points at Tae, “his fault.”

“Get it out of my hall, please,” Jimin demands before walking past them with his box.  You follow him to your bedroom.  Boxes litter your floor, most of them being clothing.  You had mainly used the bedroom as a closet, deciding to sleep with your boyfriends in the other room instead.

It had been six months, and as your relationship with them grew more serious, you found it easier on you and them if you moved in.  It was hard to sleep without them every night and Jungkook had noticed your restlessness, the sad look in your eyes when you’d go to bed after wishing them goodnight.

In fact, he was the one who suggested you move in with them, not wanting to see you, his friend, so despondent after they left for the night.  Jimin and Taehyung had agreed excitedly, and now Jungkook was helping you move into their home.

“Alright, there are a few more boxes and then we’re returning the truck,” Jungkook informs you as he pops his head into your room, where you’re ripping the tape off a box.

“Thanks!  Don’t forget, we’re doing movie night at 7.” You remind him and he nods.  

“I gotta go home to shower, but I’ll be back,” Jungkook waves before he goes back outside to unload the truck with Jimin and Taehyung.  You can hear them laughing and joking around when they come back inside, depositing your boxes in your room.

“Come on, Tae.  We gotta take the truck back and I need you to drive my car.”

“Do I have to?” Tae pouts as he wipes the sweat from his brow.

“Yes, you do.” Jungkook throws Taehyung over his shoulder, waving at you and Jimin as Tae admits defeat and doesn’t struggle at all to get out of Jungkook’s hold.

You shake your head at their shenanigans, thankful they’ve gotten back to that level of friendship once again.

That night, you’re curled up in bed with Taehyung.  His lips gently kissing yours as his hand cups your cheek.  The two of you waiting on Jimin to get out of the shower, exhausted from hosting movie night.  You were all thankful to be in bed rather early.

That was mostly because of Jungsook, Jin, and Eun-Ji having to go home.  You had spent most of the night cooing and holding Eun-Ji, helping her stand, and to your surprise, she took her first steps in the living room, making everyone cheer.

Your heart had filled with warmth at the scene, wondering what it would be like to see your own child do that.  

“What are you thinking about?”  Taehyung asks, noting the distracted way in which you kiss him back.

“Our future,” you admit with a shy smile.

“What about it?”  Jimin asks as he enters the bedroom with his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his waist.

“I just wonder what it holds for us.  I want to be with both of you forever,” you tell them as Jimin sits beside you, cupping your face to kiss you before kissing Taehyung.

“I’m both of yours forever,” he assures you, kissing you both again.

“So am I,” Taehyung agrees easily, sealing his words with a kiss to you and Jimin.  You grab both of their hands, promising yourself to them forever as well.

“Forever,” Jimin loves the sound of that, grinning as he kisses Taehyung deeply, then you.  His towel comes undone, falling to the floor as Taehyung and Jimin climb over you, both kissing your body.  Soft moans escape you, your fingers weaving in their hair as you try to hold them in place.

Taehyung claims your lips, holding you tight as Jimin kisses his way down your body.  A delighted sigh escaped your lips, not too long after as your legs are spread and placed over his shoulders; one of your hands embedded in his hair.

Taehyung smirks.  You’re so overwhelmed by their love, it fuels a fire deep inside you as you kiss Taehyung.  His soft lips move perfectly with yours, capturing each of the moans that Jimin draws from you.

His heart beats in tandem with yours, each of his kisses a promise to love the two of you for as long as he shall live.

Taehyung’s eyes meet yours, his sincerity obvious as he whispers, “forever.”

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White Winged Girl (part three)

Part One | Part Two

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x F!Reader (she/her)

Summary: Its not easy to cover up when she’s filled to the brim with anxiety, though Henry could care less. This isn’t a game to him and he’s not letting this little minx slip through his fingers.

WC: 1.2k (whoops)

Warnings: 18+!!!, SMUT SMUT SMUT, rough sex, dubcon if you squint (thats a damn LIE) d/s dynamic, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), cum eatting ?? degradation, spanking & spitting

Note: yall idk what happened, my fingers let loose and im not sorry. & PLEASE can someone talk to me like this??

Also! I know on my mood boards theres ladies that are white and I don’t see the reader as white— she is you and I’m trying to find more plussized women and women that are poc so i can meet all your needs! But rlly lovelies, the reader is you and you are perfect and beautiful all on your own way! I just wanted to clarify that real fast bc I don’t want ppl feeling excluded from my works. I love each and everyone of you and if theres anything more I can do to help please please just say so, don’t be shy I promise I’m nice!! & all the pics were found on Pinterest so the credit goes to all the owners of the photos!!

When the door started to open, it gave her enough time to shuffle back while Henry collected his thoughts and calculated his approach. Her knees shook as a muffled sob rolled its way into her mouth, she tried to cover it but was met with Henry’s steely look. A look he only gave if she was going to be punished or put back into her place.

“I don’t—“ He stuttered, his lips pinching shut as his eyes glared into her disapprovingly. “You think it’s funny to say shit like that?”

He still looked dashing as ever, even if it was him in sweats and a jersey tee. His nostrils flared as he bounced his keys in his hand, chest rising and falling before he reverted his eyes away from her and onto the soft rug she stood on. She forgot he asked a question and dumbly fumbled with her fingers.

Again she looked like a little girl lost in the big blue world ready to cry over the stupidest things, and Henry drank it up. He quickly shoved his keys in his deep pocket and took long strides to her, she froze still.

“Did I fucking studder?” He growled, gripping her chin as he backed her into the green velvet couch.

Such a spoiled thing, he thought, how ungrateful.

She sat with a gasp, chest rising fast with her heartbeat thrumming in her suddenly tight ribcage. She shook her head, a small hiccup bubbling up her throat. Henry moved so quick she swore she would have gotten whiplash as her back hit the seat of the couch. Her legs rose to his chest and her ass was met with harsh slaps.

“No please! I’m sorry!” She cried, trying so hard to cover her cheeks. With fruitless attempts of waving her hands to stop him, Henry’s bigger hand trapped her wrists in his grasp and continued his assault.

Her skin prickled with pain, her frails ending and she took his rough punishment with silent cries and mewls mixed with Henry’s heavy breathing. His curls bounced on his clammy forehead, and with a curt huff he was satisfied with the lesson. But knowing himself, he knew this was just the beginning.

“Who pays for your things, hmm? —Your stupid pretty little things?” He grumbled, pinning her ankles in his armpit, “No, I’m bloody serious! Who?”

His shout made her pant a dry sob, “You d-do.” She whispered weakly.

Henry moved his hands to the seam of her black leggings and ripped roughly at the crotch, exposing her whole self to him and the open air. He didn’t bother to correct her, the answer was good enough and with another slap to her heated cheeks caused her to squeal her answer louder. It was perfect for him.

She tilted her head to look at the older mans face, she’s never gotten punished by him like this and it killed her. It ate at her fragile heart and made her feel terrible for causing his frustration. She desperately wanted to be on his good side; yearned for it like a baby fawn searching out its mother.

“Daddy I—“

“No, nothing from you.” He snapped, his bright eyes nearly eaten by his darkened pupils, making her own eyes clamp shut to let herself believe he couldn’t see her.

She heard his keys jingle before she could open her eyes again, but when she did, they shot open to the rushed and forced entrance of her daddy’s swollen and blunt tip of his cock at her quivering cunt. She gasped loudly at his thrusts, mouth falling open in a broken scream.

“You don’t-“ He panted loudly, her pussy clamping tight around his length, “bite the hand that fucking feeds you!”

His heavy balls smacked against her warmed cheeks, creating a beautiful sound to Henry’s hungry ears. And when he felt the wind from the open door, he made for damn sure it continued to get louder and louder.

“Tell me you don’t want this. Go ahead, tell me you stupid little girl.” He taunted, his cock sliding easily into her drenched canal that made room for Henry to call home.

When she didn’t answer clearly, only in broken moans and garbled whimpers, Henry breathlessly laughed. Her sweet eyes hooded over in a fucked out gleam, her body limp as Henry thrusted deep and rough. All she knew was Henry’s large hands and the way his cock slid so easily into her. The only thing she could do was chant “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” And Henry loved every minute of her broken voice.

He was overly ecstatic of her being broken, watching her look at him like he hung the moon and stars. It was all he craved and he’d do this again and again just so he could see her fucked out face watch him dumbly like a whore. His heavy hand rested on her cheeks, squeezing her them together as he watched her pussy become swollen and red with his undying thrusts.

“You belong to me, got that?” He groaned, tightening his grip on her face, darting his gaze away from the lewd and intoxicating sight of them being connected in such a sinful way.

Her lips trembled as she nodded, at least tried to nod in agreement. He could feel his release approaching fast, the loud slapping matched with the absurdity wet smacks of his balls hitting her. With a loud roar, he tore away from her like she had burnt him, shoving her legs down onto the ground and stepped closer to her.

With his angry cock in hand, glistening beautifully in her honey like juices, he surged himself roughly into her mouth. “Eat it baby, ta-take it all and lemme- see it.”

His voice broke in a rough whine of its own, not being able to hold on for much longer. Though she eagerly took his beaten head into her warm mouth, it was her soft and shaking hands gripping tight around his shaft that sent him over. Henry moaned loudly, growling almost with praise as he emptied everything he had to give into her sweet mouth.

Her jaw let loose in perfect timing, letting him see his cum paint her tongue while his jaw clenched as he let out a snarled pant, approving her obedience. “Good girl. Very good.”

She didn’t know what was up, down, left or right. Her mind went into autopilot as she widened her mouth to show her daddy all she caught. The once mean and rough hand, now softly closed her mouth as his breath evened out and watched her soft throat swallow all his seed. His brows rose in a knowing look, waiting for her to stick her tongue out to show him she took it all. And when she did, like always, he spat down her pink throat.

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[kalimagik]

Snowscape ❄️

Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: ~1500

A/N: So I wrote this for @im-a-writer-right (Ria)’s 2k writing challenge! It’s so much fluff and I just loved writing this one! I know that it is now Summer and not snowing anymore, but it just fit so well. Plus, I was watching Gilmore Girls and Lorelei’s love of the first snow is absolutely precious!! I hope you guys like it! Like, reblog, comment, or even follow. Y’all know the drill. Happy Reading Lovelies <3 <3

Prompts – 15. “Will you get off me?”

                  30. “You’re so warm.”

*Not my GIF - credits to owner

The air was chilled, the leaves had fallen off of the trees, and Hogwarts was beginning to feel all warm and cozy inside. Students pulled out their winter cloaks and sweaters as they tried to bundle up against the hostile winds. Even so, the grounds were still bare, at least for now.

In one of those corridors, Y/N L/N was walking with her boyfriend and his brother, who also happened to be one of her best friends.

“OOF!” George groaned as he ran into Y/N’s back. “Why the heck are you stopping in the middle of the hallway?”

Y/N ignored him, taking in a deep breath.

“Oh, not this again.” Fred rolled his eyes at her antics.

“What is your girlfriend doing?” George wondered out loud as if Y/N wasn’t even there.

“Do you guys smell that?” she asked, not even paying attention to the twins.

“Fred?” George raised an eyebrow.

“She smells snow…” Fred chuckled, shaking his head.

“Smells snow?”

“We’re going to have our first snow soon,” Y/N beamed as she wrapped her arms around herself.

“Excuse me, you weirdo, we’re going to be late to class if you don’t get moving,” Fred got her attention.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders, still in her own little world. She breathed out and just looked incredibly content as Fred took her hand to get her to keep walking towards McGonagall’s Transfiguration classroom.

“Wait, since when have you cared about getting to class on time?” Y/N giggled, picking up her pace.

“I know how much you care about class, so I figured you’d want to get there. Georgie! Wait up!”

Fred dragged an unfocused Y/N into the Transfiguration classroom. As the sky darkened, transfiguration dragged on and a usually intrigued Y/N was staring out the window. She would take deep breaths every few minutes just to inhale the pure and fresh scent of Hogwarts’ first snow. It was her favorite thing to happen each year and almost no one understood it.

“Fred, Fred,” she whispered as Professor McGonagall was turned towards the chalkboard. “Look!” She tugged on his sleeve like a young girl who was looking for attention from her parents.

“Y/N, I have to write this down since you aren’t. I hate the days when you aren’t focused, I actually have to pay attention then.” Fred scribbled down the words that McGonagall had written on the board.

“But, Freddie!” Y/N urged again, “Look, it’s starting. It’s the first snow.”

Fred turned to see her wide, E/C eyes sparkling at the sight of the huge snowflakes beginning to fall from the gray clouds. She was in another world where she was out there enjoying the snow. Fred knew that Y/N would do anything to get out of this classroom and stand in the snow.

“Please practice turning the ferret to feather duster and look at the theory behind the state of non-being for next time. Class is dismissed,” McGonagall finally announced. Before Fred could even put his quill and inkwell away, Y/N already had her things in her bag and was heading for the door.

“Love! Wait up! Where are you rushing to? Don’t we have History of Magic next?” Fred called, weaving around the bodies in the corridor.

“Common, Freddie! It’s snowing!”

Fred didn’t catch up with his girlfriend until she was well outside of the castle and spinning through the falling snow. When she turned to look at him, Fred felt his heart flutter. She looked absolutely stunning with the flakes resting on her hair and eyelashes. Her cheeks were turning a rosy color because of the cold, but her eyes twinkled with pure joy.

He stood there, letting snow fall around his ankles. He would be fine getting buried up to his neck in snow if he could watch Y/N be this happy in the snow for the rest of his life.

“You coming?” She urged again, spinning to face the frozen boy.

“Aren’t you cold?” he hollered as he sped up to stand next to his girlfriend. “You don’t even have an extra jumper with you,” he laughed.

“Not yet, but I’m sure that you’ll warm me up,” Y/N beamed as she stood on her tiptoes to peck Fred on the lips. “Now, let’s go. We have to get to the best place in all of Hogwarts when the snow comes down!”

Even with his long legs, Fred struggled to keep up with Y/N. She dashed all the way to the edge of the lake, where a lone tree stood hanging over the water. Even though the surface was glazed over, no one could actually walk on the ice, but Y/N still thought it was the most beautiful thing to look at, especially with fresh snow over top.

“Just look at it, Freddie!” Y/N took in a deep breath again, committing everything about the first snow to memory.

“So I take it that we aren’t going to History of Magic then?”

“I couldn’t even focus in Transfiguration! What makes you think I could take in anything that Professor Binns says when he is practically asleep himself? Plus, did you SEE the snow?” Y/N emphasized.

Fred couldn’t stop himself from laughing at Y/N’s childish antics. She was so in her element. Her own world. She would get into the zone while studying and Fred couldn’t ever get her attention, but this was different.

“Uhhhhh…what are you doing?” Fred asked once he realized that his girlfriend had sat on the ground with her arms way up in the air as though she was catching the snowflakes.

“Come sit down with me,” Y/N ordered with the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“That’ll make my bum wet.”

“I can dry that off real quick,” Y/N winked as she reached for Fred.

Despite him rolling his eyes, Fred joined his girlfriend on the ground. They sat there in the snow for much longer than Fred would have liked. He didn’t have his jumper, so a warm fire would be great right about now.

Feeling him shivering beside her, Y/N turned to him, only agreeing to go inside because Fred looked so cold. It wasn’t until the warmth of the castle encased her that Y/N realized she was cold too.

“Heyyyyy Freddie?” she cooed as he walked ahead.

“What’s up, love?”

His response slowed him down enough for Y/N to run up to him and wrap her arms around him. Fred felt himself falling as a result of her weight being launched onto him. He couldn’t decide if the fall just threw him off or if the ground below hurt that much.

“Will you get off of me?” he chuckled as he groaned and turned so that Y/N was laying on his chest.

“You’re so warm,” Y/N grinned as she nuzzled into Fred. “And I thought you would like having your girlfriend so close!” she pointed out.

“I don’t mind that. Your cheeks are all red.” Fred replied, placing a sweet kiss on Y/N’s forehead.

“Now can we go put on different clothes? Mine are all wet.” Y/N asked, standing up and pulling Fred after her.

“Mhmmm, I bet I could help you get out of those wet clothes.” Fred’s smirk grew mischievously with a few subtle eyebrow wiggles.

“I think I could get behind that idea,” Y/N teased, a matching mischievous twinkle in her eyes.  

Before Fred could spit a comment back, a voice coughed from behind him. “Ms. L/N. Mr. Weasley. Aren’t you supposed to be in a class?” Professor McGonagall said sternly.

Y/N stood up straight, wide eyed. Fred could sense the nervousness flowing from her. She didn’t like to get in trouble (how he wound up with her, he wasn’t sure, but he would always take the blame.)

“Sorry, Professor. I forced Y/N to follow me out into the snow. Crazy idea. She told me we had class, but I refused to listen.”

“Is that so?”

Fred knew McGonagall didn’t believe him, she never did, but he didn’t care.

“Seeing as how this is Ms. L/N’s first infraction for the year, I will let the two of you off with a warning. Now, get to wherever you need to be next,” Professor McGonagall instructed.

“Yes, Professor,” Y/N nodded obediently as she turned in the opposite direction.

As the couple turned the corner, Fred grabbed Y/N’s hand and took off at a run.

“Fred, what are you doing?” Y/N whisper/yelled. She didn’t want McGonagall to catch them doing what they weren’t supposed to for a second time that day.

“I told you, I’m going to help you with those wet clothes, love.”

With one more wink, Y/N forgot all about McGonagall and remembered how wonderful the first snow could be and things that it brought.

[eagehaunting]

Mystery March 2021 day 4: Storm

Thank god Arthur let her borrow the van while he worked today. It made it so much easier to load up her small apartment and ship it to their new home- and in only three trips! Vivi bounces lightly in the drivers seat, glancing around and checking over the van one more time to be sure she got every box inside. Who knows how much stuff Arthur had to pack. He had his tools and his cork boards, along with his mattress and television... it would probably take them three-to-four trips at most. Knowing Arthur, they would probably be smushed together in the front seat because he’d pack the van to the brim!

There wasn’t a single box left, mind for a hanger or two. Perfect! Vivi starts the van and eases herself out of their new driveway, and hurriedly begins to drive down the road.

Thankfully Kingsmen’s mechanics wasn’t too far. Vivi leans over the wheel to take in the dark, heavy clouds that began to circle in the last hour. It shouldn’t take too long to get everything in order, but they should at least try to beat the rain.

Next thing she knew, she was pulling up behind the mechanics shop, and a familiar blond man props the back door open.

“Hey there, stranger!” Vivi calls as she shuffles out, quickly skipping to open the van’s back doors and keep them open. Arthurs footsteps trail up behind her, Vivi casts a small glance. “Are you excited?”

“A bit.” Arthur says, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. “Lance let me off early so I can prepare all my things, so it should be easy.”

“Nice!” Vivi beams, swiftly moving past him and making a beeline for the back door, whilst completely ignoring how Arthur looks up at the sky with a frown. “Wanna get the big stuff first?”

“Sure.”

Vivi was right, Arthur and her did wind up squished together in the front seat. Arthurs mattress, cork boards, and dresser were crammed in the back, and then surrounded by several boxes full of clothes, tools, and books. Although she did overestimate how much he actually had.

Arthur had managed to cram the entire van with everything he physically had. Stacked from floor the ceiling in haphazard and shaky towers besides and against the bed frame! Vivi would have to drive steadily to avoid a catastrophe.

In the front seat was Arthurs toolbox, a crate full of Galahad’s items, and then a small travel cage that he held in his own hand holding his hamster.

Arthur scoots over as much as he can, fidgeting a bit the more their thighs touch. Of course due to the lack of space, that led to a centimeter of room.

“Sorry about this, Vi,” he coughs into his hand, “I honestly thought that we wouldn’t be this cramped! I figured-“

Vivi blows a raspberry, scooting over herself so she was pressed against the door and offering up another centimeter. “No biggie! I’m glad we did it this way. Now we can get everything inside before we get hit with hail.”

“Hail? I thought it was just a thunderstorm!”

“I thought so too.” Vivi squeezes her hand into her pocket and whisks out her phone - which was partially damp from sweat. Wiping it off quickly, Vivi opens the weather app and lets Arthur snatch it.

He grimaces, “Yikes.”

“Yeah, better hope Lewis doesn’t get hit in the head when he comes home.”

“Or that the power goes out.” Arthur adds grimly. Vivi blows out another raspberry.

“I don’t think that’ll happen. Dont be such a sourpuss.”

“Wanna bet? It’ll be in character for whatever house we got.”

Vivi lifts an eyebrow, glancing over at him, “And whats that supposed to mean?”

Arthur’s smiling, and with a short shrug, “terrifying and haunted. Perfect atmosphere for a black out-”

“Nope!” Vivi barks back, wagging her finger intensely and shaking her head, “Lewis and I made absolute sure that there would be no ghosts in this house. I told you this.”

“Are you sure? You guys double checked? Triple checked?” Arthur probes, leaning forward and sticking his face into hers before retreating, making her laugh.

“Of course! I even had Mystery scope out the house, and there are no ghosts.”

“And if there is?”

Vivi shoots him a pointed, comedic look, “then you can add another.”

They both chuckle now, lightly elbowing one another. But soon after Arthur hums quietly and sinks back in his spot, a small smile crossing across his face as he watches the road ahead of them. He was convinced, perfect. Vivi gloated silently.

For a moment she’s tempted to turn the radio on to fill the silence, but Arthur suddenly turns to her inquisitively.

“Hey, so I never fully explored the house like you and Lewis did, mind filling me in on everything?”

A thrill of excitement rockets through Vivi and her head bounces in time with her, and she rapidly taps the steering wheel. “Okay so- it’s a fairly cheapish house for its size. It’s got a decent sized backyard, a nice sizable garage that can fit two cars and all of our equipment. And if it doesn’t, then we can just get a shed behind the garage to do so.” Vivi illustrates her point with her fingers, hoping that Arthur could follow along. “Lewis was actually talking about setting up a garden back there and- wait, never mind, back to the house. First and foremost, the most exciting aspect, there’s a basement!”

“Which is probably why you say it’s ‘cheap’?” Arthur says with a light snicker.

“Yeah! The guy didn’t charge us extra for the space- or the alcohol cellar! And I even went down there to check and everything seems up to code and in well order? I don’t know- we may have to worry about some floods, but we also live in the desert.”

“Right.”

“Next, we have like...” Vivi counts on her fingers three times before she holds up three fingers. “Three rooms! Two on the main level and one upstairs, but there’s also a closet on the main floor, along with a bathroom- and then one of the rooms actually has its own bathroom! Honestly I feel you should get that room, since you should have your own space and all that-“

Arthur opens his mouth to object, but Vivi doesn’t give him a chance.

“Lewis insisted that I got the upstairs bedroom and he can take the smallest- but! We haven’t decided on who gets what room just yet, so we got time to rock-paper-scissors it out. Moving on-“

Up ahead on the dirt road, a lonely-looking house with a tree along the side of it pops into view.

“There’s a nice sized kitchen, and while there isn’t a dining room, Lewis was thinking of converting some of the space into a dining room? I mean- he actually ordered a table online but it hasn’t shipped yet, so for now we’re going to be using my table. So get ready to be sitting on the floor for a while.”

Arthur rolls his eyes with a small laugh and nods, just as Vivi pulls into the driveway and into the backyard. Her eyes glaze for half a second as she parks the van.

“And... that’s it I think! There’s going to be a lot of setting up, but I think we can make it all work.”

“Yeah, besides we can always just eat in the livingroom amongst a sea of boxes while we figure things out. Although Lewis might flay us for suggesting that.”

Vivi chortles and nods, “Yeah! Yeah you aren’t wrong. But c’mon! Let’s get your stuff inside, I think Im hearing thunder.”

“Already?” Arthur glances up at the sky as Vivi throws open her door. She makes a mad dash for the back door, propping it open for them and waving to Mystery who was just out of sight. Arthur slinks out after her and carries Galahad inside.

“Okay so-“ Vivi doenst kick off her shoes but wipes them off on a mat that was placed at the back door, “since we haven’t chosen any rooms yet, Lewis and I agreed to put all of our stuff in the livingroom. Is that cool with you?”

“I - I mean it’s not like I have a choice, now do I?” Vivi winces and nods, and Arthur sighs. “Okay, we can leave the bigger stuff in the van for now then, but then let’s get the little stuff.”

“Good idea,” Vivi hooks his arm and pulls him further down the hall, passing two doors on either side of them and a stairway.

“Besides! If we have to camp out in the living-room then we can just pull out the bed in the couch and a couple of futons...”

Vivi freezes in the entrance of the living-room, jaw falling.

Arthur stops glancing around at the floorboards and then wallpaper and joins her, “Something wrong?”

Oh, something was wrong alright, and it hits them both like a bag of bricks the second they step in.

On the couch, Mystery was curled up and lightly chatting to a heavy set ghost. A ghost who drapes their arm across the couch snd sneers at them. ”Welcome to my humble abode.”

...

“What the fuck?”

Vivi flinched as she nearly feels Arthurs glare digging into her neck. Her own mouth went dry as it hits her all at once.

“I didn’t know- Arthur, I swear to god I thought there wasn’t a single ghost here. I promise.” Arthur’s face is still twisted in dismay, and she couldn’t really blame him. Twisting, Vivi points at Mystery and the dog jumps to attention.

“Back me up here! We both investigated this place top to bottom, he-“

”She.” the ghost hisses

”she- my bad- wasnt here, right?”

Mystery nods, folding his paws on the couch’s arm. “It’s true, Arthur, we had done the best we could and we honestly believed that there was no one else residing in this territory.” Mystery then casts a cursory glance back at the spirit, who nonchalantly drank from a a darkened glass, hardly sparing them a glance. “However, you know that experienced spirits can be excellent hiders. She merely concealed herself until now.”

Arthur let’s put a heavy breath that Vivi didn’t notice he was holding, before gently setting down Galahad’s cage. A stark contrast to the rapid twitch in his eyelid.

“Great! Fantastic. So why did she decide to hide?”

”Im right here.” The ghost suddenly says, casting a dirty look that both spoke profanity and exuded grace.

“Okay,” unaffected, Arthur side steps until he was able to face her himself, “then I’m sure you don’t mind telling us why you’ve been squatting here.”

Her eyes snap open, before her face twists with menace and she unfolds her crossed legs, slamming her glass down with a sharp clink. Arthur flinches as that sound shoots through him.

”’Squatting?’ My, those are some awfully bold words for someone who started trembling the second you entered my domain.” She rises, and despite how short she was compared to Arthur, she trapped him in her shadow. ”This is my home, and no bank can simply give away my property to measly little rats.”

“He-hey now, ma’am,” Vivi steps in front of Arthur, who’s hands immediately latch onto her shoulders, “look, this is a misunderstanding on our part. You see- my friend here is a medium, and he’s been ... tormented by a lot of spirits. So he agreed to live here under the assumption that there were no spirits. You can understand why he’s upset, right?”

”And you can understand that so am I, correct?”

Groaning lightly, Mystery hops off the couch and also stands between the two groups, lazily guarding as if nothing was really wrong.

“Of course! This is your home... can you describe to us how? So that way we can respect your boundaries and ensure no other issues occur?”

Arthurs fingers tightly grip Vivi’s shoulder, and she reaches up and pats them lightly.

Thankfully, the ghost seems pleased with the pseudoapology, and their shoulders relax by a fraction. ”I built this house, a ways away from my old home so that way I can have the luxury of peace and quiet. It was an expensive project, but one I carry pride in. I simply couldn’t leave my home to just anyone after I perished.”

Arthur creaks, “S-so you.. stick around?”

”Precisely. I ensure that no punks come in and try to take claim to what isnt theres.” That is marked by a pointed glare at Arthur, who shrinks back behind Vivi further. Regretting his choices up until now.

Blowing out the breath she was holding, Vivi forces a smile and claps lightly. “Alright! Then, what can we do to show you that we mean no harm? Or will we be thrown out regardless.”

With this, she chuckles, voice getting low and almost purring. ”You will have to prove yourself, and earn a place in my hearth. If you cannot do so by the end of the month, then I will make your lives a living hell until you run for the hills.”

”Great..”

“Awesome!” Vivi claps again to hide the bemoaned muttering. Taking a few steps forward- and incidentally dragging Arthur with her- she holds out her hand to the spirit.

“Well I hope you wish us luck. My name is Vivi, and this is Arthur.” Arthur coughs lightly and nods a greeting, but keeps his mouth shut.

The woman blinks calmly, taking in Vivi’s hand with a surprised consideration, before smiling herself and taking it in a firm handshake.

”The pleasure is mine. Address me as Lilith Primrose.”

“Oh~ that’s a lovely name you have there!” Vivi offers, smiling brightly.

”Thank you. I picked it myself.”

Vivi nods and release her hand, stepping back. “So.. I know we got off to a rough start, but do you mind if me and Arthur bring his stuff in? It’s going to rain soon and we still will be moving in-“

A crack of thunder fills the air, Arthur and her both flinch, before turning to Lilith for confirmation. Who then rolls her eyes and shoos them away.

”Like I said, you all have a month to come into my good grace. You better get started now.”

“Thank you.”

With that, Vivi grabs Arthurs wrist and pulls him down the hall, lightly scolding him and apologizing at the same time, but also letting him do the same back.

It’s what she deserves honestly...

Within fifteen minutes, the rain had started to sprinkle. They decided the best thing to do was to get the largest items - the mattress- inside first so it wouldn’t get drenched, but that left the cork boards and the bed frame, which they decided may be better to keep in the van to protect the integrity and quality. Then they spent the next half an hour racing back and forth with various boxes that they decided to dump into what was now Arthurs room- the bedroom closest to the back with a bathroom. Vivi opted to stack his boxes on the mattress while Arthur simply tossed them onto the floor- claiming he knew they weren’t going to break as easily.

After an hour, it was pouring in sheets. The last of the boxes were quickly abandoned in Arthurs room, and both of them tore into one of the boxes to fetch towels to dry themselves off.

“Jesus Christ..” Vivi huffs, ringing out her skirt into one of the incredibly damp towels. “I feel bad for Lewis, he still has to drive home in this.”

“Yeah, poor fuck.” Arthur groans lightly and rubs his eyes, “brace yourself, turning on the light,” Palming the wall until he hit the light switch, Arthur prays that they’ll be given just one thing.

Only... for the room to remain just as dark.

Vivi looks at him for a moment as he stares in befuddlement at the switch, which he rapidly flipped on and off. Muttering to himself, ”oh come on...”

“Hold up, maybe the wiring is funky?” Vivi offers, stepping over boxes and opening the bathroom door, and she quickly flips the switches herself.

Nothing.

“Fuck.”

The power was still out as the storm persisted. Even when Lewis came home drenched from the walk to the porch from his car.

Of course, that wasn’t going to stop them. They were plenty prepared with gas canisters, spare batteries, flashlights, candles, and a gas stove.

Lewis made a remark on how glad he was that they only seemed to have meats in the fridge, but those comments slowly dwindled as he got to work making spaghetti by candle light. Vivi set out to line the kitchen’s low table with several of her unscented candles. As much as she wanted to bust out her various sweet smelling ones, the boys asked her to refrain so not mess with their senses.

Which wasn’t an issue by any means! Vivi didn’t want to dig them out anyway...

“Alright, that should do it.” Lewis murmurs to himself as he turns off the burner and grabs his tongs, pulling out the cooked noodles and layering them on three separate plates. He calls over his shoulder, “Arthur, Vivi! Dinner is ready.”

A distant “Coming!” And then frantic footsteps fight against the sound of the rain outside, and Lewis covers the noodles in their sauce before turning and placing them on Vivi’s low table. Vivi comes in with flat pillows and places them in their respective spots before kneeling and taking her spot.

“Thank you Lewis~ this smells really good.” She says, wafting in the garlic and onion at her face with a dramatic sniff. Just in time for Arthur to trail in with Mystery at his side.

Mystery scans the plates, before frowning at Lewis.

Lewis raises an eyebrow and smirks, “What? You can’t eat this, remember.”

“You and I know very well that I can eat more than all of you combined.” The dog shoots back, plopping down beside Vivi who scratches his ear.

“Well it’s not good for you.” Lewis points out, before reaching beside him and pulling out a plate of Mystery’s gourmet doggy dinner. “Now are you going to keep complaining or eat?”

“Oooh~” Vivi grins and pats mystery’s head, “Youre this close to missing out on greatness, boy! Better shut your trap.”

Mystery did indeed shut his trap, quickly scuttling over to Lewis’s side to retrieve his bowl- licking his lips to avoid showing how much he was salivating at the smell.

Arthur takes his seat on his bottom than his knees. Rolling his fork through the noodles slowly, but not saying anything, even as Vivi and Lewis chat as he grabs drinks.

It’s only when Vivi shoves a heaping of spaghetti into her mouth and moans in delight does he realize that they need something else. Lewis froze in his tracts, wincing the smallest bit as Vivi chews. She’s been hungry all day, so it makes sense that she would rather dig in- Mystery too.

Poor guys misophonia has got to be going crazy.

“Hey, do you guys want to watch howls moving castle? Or - uh.. spirited away?” Lewis and Vivi both shoot him inquisitive looks, although Lewis relaxes the smallest bit at the distraction. Arthur adds on, tapping his earlobe, “I can also grab your ear plugs, Lew. So that way the ... sounds don’t bother you too much.”

Lewis’s lips tighten. Oh shit, he probably didn’t want to embarrass Vivi-

A loud gasp and smack grabs both of their attention. Vivi stopped chewing, a hand over her mouth as she realized. Swallowing everything down in one gulp, Vivi gestures frantically in apologize. “Shit- Lewis I’m sorry. I can grab your ear plugs if you want? It totally slipped my mind.”

He lifts his hand, smiling sweetly. “It’s okay, I’ll go grab them. But yes, Arthur, I certainly wouldn’t mind a movie.”

Still flushed, Vivi nods too, “the rain will be a nice backdrop to a beautiful Ghibli movie. Do you need the disk?”

“No,” Arthur pushes himself up, “I got it downloaded on my computer. I’ll go grab it.”

He and Lewis both leave the kitchen, and he turns to go to his room, a small flashlight in hand to light the way.

It was already unpacked, plugged into a battery pack and charging for the past few hours. Arthur whisks it up and ambles back to the kitchen, where Lewis and Vivi were talking again. Good! Lewis is situated, now time to pull up the movie. Holding it one arm, Arthur input his password, searches through his hard drive...

But before he steps back into the kitchen, a soft flow catches his eye.

Lilith is sitting on the couch still, possibly had been for a while now, but either no one noticed or no one choose to bother her in the dark.

He watches her for a few moments, filling with guilt and momentary fear over earlier...

Then he sighs, resigning himself, and he steps into the kitchen and sets the computer down. Instead of getting back in his spot to turn on the movie, Arthur shuffles to the cabinet and fetches another plate.

“What are you up to, Artie?”

“Going to feed some raccoons?” Vivi jokes, even as Lewis makes a disgruntled noise at the thought.

“No, just give me one moment, okay?”

Arthur can feel them watching him, but he sucks in his breath and layers noodles and sauce onto a plate, before fetching a fork.

And then leaving the kitchen again, this time making a beeline for the couch.

Lilith hears him coming and gives him a cursory glance. Her eyes widen as she takes note of the plate as it’s set down beside her.

Clearing his throat, Arthur grips his hands together anxiously and forces himself to keep eye contact. “A-about earlier.. I’m sorry that I snapped on you. It... I hope we can get along.”

Lilith doesn’t say anything, looking from him to the plate.

She stands, nods, and turns on her heel to go to the basement door, vanishing before she even touched it.

...

Well fuck you too then. Arthur scowls lightly, huffing the smallest bit after she was out of sight. There’s nothing he can do now, and it’s up to her to decide if she wants to accept his apology.

Whatever, just go and eat dinner.

He takes his spot. While he was offering the meal, Vivi had found the movie and paused it before it began to play, and Lewis had already plugged his ears. He sends Arthur a thumbs up and a thankful smile. Arthur nods in return and grabs his fork to eat.

The movie started, and the atmosphere was both warm and comfortable, especially with the four of them enraptured in the unfolding plot. Spouting small ideas and pointing out little details, along with memories and theories.

The conversation only came to a halt when someone else clears their throat.

Vivi pauses the movie in an instant, and all four of them look up to see Lilith standing before them. Her face contorted in worry as she grips... a wine bottle. Lilith shrinks a bit at the sudden attention, but she clears her throat a second time and holds the bottle out a small bit.

“C... congratulations you four, you passed my test. I am looking forward to living with you all, and to celebrate, I wanted you to have some of my aged wine.” She stammers a bit, shifting anxiously from side to side, before setting the bottle down with a hefty clank. After doing so, she turns to leave.

Vivi, however, jumps up and latches onto her sleeve, pulling her back the smallest bit and earning a wide eyed stare.

Vivi beams back at her, “We’re watching some movies, would you like to join us?”

Lilith blinks rapidly, glancing between all of them, and being met with gentle smiles and affirmations.

”I... of course, I’d love to. Let me grab my plate! Oh- and some glasses. What are we going to be watching?”

Lilith shuffles beside Lewis, and the five of them all continue watching, sipping some tasty wine and eating their food peacefully.

They didn’t even notice that the rain died down and the power was back on until they were heading to bed

[shatouto]

7 Sentence WIP Game

Rules: Post 7 sentences of your WIP and tag 7 people!

thank you @xeniaraven @jasontoddiefor and @treescape for tagging me 💖💖🥰

this is from a wip titled ‘doqui’ that i started at 2am a few months ago and ended up... never finishing. it’s padawan qui-gon going berserk feral when dooku is hurt or something, im still not sure where i was going with it. but eyah, 8 sentences because that’s actually almost all i have on the doc and... well. i still like it :’(

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Sometimes, rage is not the rampaging wildfire it is oft described to be; not the tidal wave that crashes and wrecks and leaves nothing behind; not the blind cyclone that sweeps and upends and uproots. No; sometimes rage is frost, sneaking under your skin, placating you nip by little nip, and by the time you realize your fingers are numb they have already begun to fall off. Sometimes rage is poison, welling in your heart, while your darkened eyes look straight ahead and your fists clench ever so slowly.

Sometimes, rage appears calm. And Qui-Gon does feel calm, calm in his resolve at least. Without a word, without a noise, without even a too-sharp glare, he raises his lightsaber and dashes ahead. His feet barely touching the ground, he glides like a ghost, slashing and stabbing and swinging: left, right, diagonal; upwards, downwards, around; a blow in one pirate’s chest, a cut upwards one crewmate’s shin, a thrust through the throat when he’s cornered. Such a lonely dance for a crowd, but that is hardly his concern.

Qui-Gon leaves a trail of blood and severed limbs in his wake, as he rushes to kneel beside his Master.

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im tagging... uuhh..... @izazov @sonderwalker @twilightofthe @isolde-and-monsters @elysian-prince @shywhitemoose @boonki im sorry im really bad at tagging games... ANYBODY SHOULD JOIN!!!

[rairaidango]

SEEDS THAT GROW - Tobisaku, Madasaku, Ita(masaku)

CHAPTER 2 - BEST FRIENDS

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First chapter garnered more attention than I had expected it to ngl! But it felt nice to know ppl like wtv im trying out here. Here is chapter 2! Just a reminder I’m not a creative writer (nor do I write well at all lol). This is just fun for me and allows me to focus on something new during quarantine :) It’s pr slowburn but focuses on a lot of Sakura’s thoughts and feelings. (and her amazing friendship with Ino) 

TW : mentions of depression, anxiety, self-loathing, etc

“Yeah I’ve definitely seen you at the club before!” Itama pointed at her, mouth wide open in a boyish smile.

There was no way this Itama boy was that boy. Was there? 

Sakura’s eyes were eagle wide but she quickly shook it off with an awkward laugh. She really couldn’t be sure if it was him, but maybe it was? There really was a possibility. 

“Ah, you know maybe! I can’t recall if I have seen you on a night out though.” she tried to calm her nerves down with even more awkward laughter, but she caught Itachi’s eyes. He could see she was a little uncomfortable.

“Maybe you were like really drunk or something but I’ve definitely seen you-”

“Itama, you’ve seen everyone at the club.” Itachi rescued her. She gave Itachi a silent look of thanks. He only nodded in reply. “And you know, you talk too much man.” He slapped the Itama boy on the back.

“Was just trying to be friendly!”

“More like annoying. Why are we friends again?” Shisui tapped his finger on his chin comedically before laughing and receiving punches. 

The boys were strangers to her, with maybe the exception of Itachi, but she barely ever spoke to anyone outside of her girl group. She never allowed herself to talk to guys casually, and there was a reason for that as stupid as some people felt about it- but it made sense to her at the time and she feared getting close to people.

So this, this, this was nice. And this was a good thing, a casual conversation with friendly guys. She smiled at the thought, because she missed the times when she had close male friends. 

“Alright, everyone’s here according to the attendance list.” Madara announced whilst shuffling the papers in his hand. He pointed to the board making sure to point out the layout of the plans for tomorrow. “The introductory session is tomorrow and we’ve all assigned you to specific roles. We have a large group of eager college students who want to learn more about the wondrous world of medicine and medical practices. If you look at the board you’ll see about 5 groups, each group having 10 students. And two of you will essentially be leading each group and bring them around our campus, then the facilities in our building. This tour will all happen after the presentation that I and Izuna will prepare. Lecture hall 2 alright. You should ALL be there before students arrive. Is that clear?” 

The many student volunteers nodded. 

“Do we have to do anything before the talk?” Itama raised his hand and spoke. 

“Usher in and organise the students coming into the hall. Just make sure everything’s done in an orderly fashion. Knowing you Itama...please do this and work with Itachi.” 

Madara knew Itama? Sakura quirked her brow glancing ever so slightly at the boy with the badly done highlights. She wondered what relationship they had for Madara to speak so casually of him. 

“Will this be sent to us through email?”

“Of course, you’ll receive the plans, groups, layout and even the presentation when you leave the union. We professors aren’t stupid enough to think any of you, or one of you, could remember this stuff.” A playful smirk plastered on Madara’s face was all it took for Sakura to understand that he was probably only referring to Itama. “Alright 3.30pm tomorrow. Go home and get some rest.”

Who were they to each other?

“You know, I get why nii-san finds your uncle annoying and doesn’t like him very much.” Itama grumbled. 

“Eh well to be honest, I get your brother.” Shisui shrugged in response. “Madara likes Itachi though, because he’s a ‘prodigy’.” Itachi only smiled at the mention of his name.“He’s your professor right uh-sorry what’s your name?” 

“Ah yeah he is.” a pause. “Uh my name is Sakura. And he’s really a good teacher though.” She got up from her seat and caught sight of the mentioned professor turning off the projector. 

And then she realised he was looking right back at her with a piercing red gaze. Embarrassment rose in her and her cheeks felt hot; she looked away as quickly as she noticed his gaze and covered her face from him. 

What was that reaction?

“Sakura? I bet you hear how fitting that is.” Shisui snorted. She noticed Itachi was giving her some sort of look, but she couldn’t really figure it out. 

Ah shit, he knows. 

“Yeah, but you don’t have him constantly picking on you in class and after class and outside of university.” 

“Outside of university?” Sakura questioned. 

“Yeah, he’s just close to my family. Don’t really understand how or why.” Itama says hands stretched up in the air. 

“Don’t know why we’re close to you.” Itachi teased coolly, earning him an annoyed look from Itama. 

“Yo, anyone wants some bubble tea. Kokoro Kafe?” Shisui and Itachi grabbed their bags and headed towards the door. “I could do with some milk tea.”

“My sweet tooth and I agree. Sakura?” Sakura looked at the boys in front her. Were they really inviting her to go out and eat? Her? 

It was a good thing, they were nice people, and where was the harm in getting to know them?

But Sakura couldn't accept this.

“It’s alright, thank you though. I really do appreciate the invite. I’m just going to go back home and eat.” She smiled, eyes closed. “It was really nice meeting you three though.” She waved, and the boys all waved back and left the union. 

She sighed.

Outside, it was getting dark. The blue paint of the sky was darkening to a violet tone dashed with white specks of clouds. The yellow street lights only added to the magical transition of day to evening. It was quiet - but not eerily so, soft fading chatter of students echoed around the campus and the sounds of distant birds were sung in the air. 

Sakura breathed in, taking in the moment. She was sitting down on the cold stone steps in front of the union. She rarely ever looked at the scenery around her, but when she did, it helped her feel a little bit more at peace. It helped her feel a little bit more alive.

“Sakura?”

“Sir, you haven’t left?” a sudden bubble of anxiety exploding in her.

“I am now. Are you alright?” He asked. She wasn’t sure if he was asking just to be nice or if he genuinely was concerned. 

He probably didn’t care, he just had to ask as her teacher. Realistically speaking, why would anyone really care anyways. She was pretty burdensome and didn’t deserve to be worried about by even her closest friends. 

“Yeah, I’m fine!” She smiled, her smile feigning genuine happiness.

“Alright then.” He passed her a...cookie? “Just making sure. Get home safe, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He pointed at her, his expression asking her for confirmation. She just nodded in reply with the same smile.

His figure grew smaller as he walked away and into the parking area, and her stomach felt even more uncomfortable now that she was alone. But she wanted to be alone, so she really couldn’t complain about the discomfort. 

Also, what the fuck? A cookie?

--

“I kind of wanted to ask for her number…” 

“Then you should have before we left.” Shisui sipped his Chatime drink. “But then again, maybe you scared her off with all that eagerness.” 

“I don’t think I came off too forward.” Itama stated questioningly, and looked to Itachi for an answer.

“I mean...when you mentioned the club..she did look a bit uncomfortable.” Itachi pointed out. Itama pouted slightly. “Maybe next time. You need to be able to read people better if you wanna find someone.” Shisui only laughed. All of the boys, including Itama himself, knew that it was hard for the boy to date. “Not your fault though, cheer up.”

“I was a bit nervous.” Itama said, taking a sip of his green tea latte with a nervous smile.”I’m sure I’ve seen her at Kyo, but only in passing maybe, once or twice. Pretty sure we never talked before.” he sunk into the chair. Itachi just stared at his friend’s disappointed features. “I would’ve remembered.”

“You’re so upset, awh!” Shisui teased.

“She was just really pretty, you know?”

--

In their house it was always quite lively; everyone was cooking and getting dinner ready before communing in the living room area to gossip and talk about their day. Hinata and Ino were undoubtedly the best cooks of the house, while Sakura and TenTen were often the ones buying readymade food. 

Tonight however, Sakura’s fridge was almost empty and all she could really make was some good old penne pasta with ready done tomato sauce. She wasn’t upset about the option, but it was about the fourth time in a row now that she’s had to eat pasta for dinner. 

Ino came into the living room - bouncing happily as her usually gleeful self- with an amazing katsu curry dish she had whipped up. The curry flavours lit up the whole room in salivating awe. 

“Yes, all of you can have some too. I made a lot.” She grinned with a certain kind of confidence only the Yamanakas had. Taking a seat on the floor between Sakura and Tenten, Ino dug into her delicious dish.

“Honestly I’d marry you just for your food.” Sakura hummed after taking a spoon of her curry. 

“JUST for my food?”

“Let me correct myself.” Sakura rubbed her chin in a joking manner. “Because I love you.” Sakura hugged her best friend, and everyone erupted with laughter. 

“Ino would be an annoying wife though, think about it.” Temari piped in. “All that nagging and having to do everything her way blah blah.” 

“Well, Shikamaru seems to be completely fine with Ino.” Tenten winked and gave a sly look to her long haired blonde friend. 

“Oh shut up, we aren’t a thing. We’re just hooking up here and there and we enjoy each other’s company.” 

“Well I bet 50 that they’ll end up together!” Ino shot a look at Tenten.

“Honestly I’d be happy if you guys date Pig, you’ve known each other for a while and he is actually a nice person.” Sakura thought of them dating, and she had always rooted for them to eventually end up together. Ino furrowed he brows. 

“Maybe Ino just wants to just leave it as it is?” Hinata, usually just an observer, added. “I’m happy you’re having fun though!”

“Okay enough about me guys. My love life is always a hot topic but it gets tiresome when-” Ino flipped her hair back dramatically, “-its always about me” she grinned and sat prettily. 

“Yeah oh my god Hinata how are you and Naruto!” Tenten squealed like a little 15 year old girl. Hinata blushed at the question, she was usually more reserved when talking about her personal life.

But Sakura could feel a tightness in her chest at hearing that name. 

Hinata noticed this, and smiled softly. 

“We’re doing really good. It’s been about 2 months and he’s already met my family.” Hinata made sure to keep it short for her pink haired friend. She knew there was a lot to unpack there and hadn’t expected Tenten to carelessly bring that name about. 

“Awh, you guys are honestly so cute. It makes me happy knowing that 2 of us here are having good and fun love lives.” Tenten sighed as she slid next to Temari. 

“Let’s not talk about me though!” Hinata waves her hands off nervously. “My relationship isn’t very interesting, we all know about it!” She glanced at Sakura, who was fumbling with her fork and pasta. Ino noticed it too and caught on to redirect the conversation. 

“Sakura! So, found that mystery hot makeout session boy in Kyo yet?” Ino grinned nudging her best friend.

“Ah?” Sakura woke up from a trance. 

Fuck. She didn’t like falling in and out of conversation and her thoughts like this. It was really tiring and disorienting. 

“Kyo guy!” Tenten giggled back.

“Oh you know what, maybe? I met this guy today and he said he recognised me-”

“What?! You’re only saying this now?? Bitch the fuck!!” Ino’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped to the floor. 

“What’s his name?” Temari asked amidst all the shocked faces.

“Well uh..I met 3 guys. The guy who I think could be the one I met at Kyo is Itama. Then I met Sasuke’s brother and another Uchiha. Shisui if I remember right.” Sakura remembered. They were all really friendly guys.

“Was it at that meeting today?” Ino asked.

“Yeah, Madara knows like all three of them personally. Madara’s Itachi’s uncle. And I think Madara also knows Itama’s family? Or something? Honestly I’m not sure.” It was confusing to be fair. 

“Even I’ve never met the famous Itachi…” Ino muttered. “So, Itama was it?”

“Yeah. He’s got like brown hair with silver highlights and it’s not done well I can tell you that.” Sakura scoffed. “He said he recognised me because he’s seen me in the club.”

“Ah but everyone here goes to all the clubs. Your pink hair sticks out so he probably just remembered that.” Temari waved her hand and looked at Sakura before smirking. “Was he cute though?” 

“I mean..he was actually pretty cute...in a boyish charming kinda way.” All the girls had wide smiles on their faces.

“Will Sakura finally find the one?!” Ino shrieked.

“Is this Kyo club makeout boy?!” Tenten added.

“Will Sakura go on dates again?!” Temari furthered the questioning.

“Stay tuned to find out!” Hinata closed the statements clapping her hands together. It was followed by her kind smile and all the girls laughing- the atmosphere was light and warm between them. The girls, all 5 of them, shared a strong bond. 

Sakura smiled at their jokes, but she also knew they genuinely wanted her to be happy. All of them understood how hard it was for Sakura to engage in meaningful conversations with boys; her anxiety and defenses would instantly go up if a boy approached her on campus. Which was why they were all so interested in ‘Kyo club makeout boy’ who Sakura -though very drunk and out of it -chose to instigate a hot kissing battle with. 

However happy they were for her -and she was appreciative of this, don’t mistake that - it was hard to see herself dating again. It was a scary thing to think about, even though deep down she wanted to fall in love, again. She missed being in love, and the last time she was - she was unlucky. 

--

There was a knock at Sakura’s door. 

“Just come in!” Sakura yelled from her desk spilling with notes from lectures. The door opened revealing Ino in her flowery satin nightdress. 

“Almost done?” The blonde sat on Sakura’s double bed that was messily covered in her grey covers detailed with white and pink sakura trees. Looking at Sakura - who was dressed in her oversized Neck deep tee - Ino could see she was stressed; but this was often how Sakura looked. It worried Ino.

“Yeah - I’ll get to bed soon.” Sakura muttered, completely focused on her assignment. Scribbling away, her desk lamp was bright and boring into her papers and laptop screen; her jade eyes were tired and her eyelids weighed heavy. She sighed. She wasn’t taking care of herself with all of these late nights. 

She was tired of feeling this way.

“Do you need me to stay? Ino asked. “I can’t really sleep either... I’m just feeling a little off as well.” Sakura turned to look at her, not sure what she was saying.

“Yeah..of course. What’s..wrong?” Sakura asked, turning around from her work. Ino shuffled uncomfortably and crossed her legs on the bed. Had Sakura been so caught up in her own head that she completely ignored her best friend? Was Ino hiding it well or was Sakura that selfish?

“The whole talk earlier about Shikamaru...it just made me uncomfortable.” Ino paused. Sakura had completely forgotten and internally facepalmed herself. “I don’t like him that way. And you know how I feel about relationships.” The issue here was that Ino didn’t want to settle down, and Sakura would often bring up relationships to Ino - about how Ino should get in a relationship. Sakura knew that her friend was a strong and confident person, but had taken that for advantage and pressed on Ino’s insecurities.

“Fuck I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have projected my own wants of being in a relationship onto you..” Sakura muttered, guilt strung in her words. Her head was swirling and she felt horrible. Why was she such a bad friend? People always had to support her, people always had to help her, and she couldn’t even keep her own mouth shut. Why was Sakura such a fucking shit friend- and to Ino who had been there for her every step of the way. 

“No it’s okay, I just felt weird talking about it and I know I won’t date him. I just don’t want to get into a relationship.” Sakura’s eyes were heavy with exhaustion, but her head was heavy with guilt. “Hey, honestly don’t feel too bad about it at all. I came to also just sit with you. I knew you were uncomfortable too.”

Ino could pick up on Sakura’s discomfort, and Sakura couldn’t even do the same for her friend. She didn’t deserve Ino. 

“Yeah. The whole Naruto thing kinda just made me space out.” Sakura ducked her head as she moved to sit next to her best friend. “It’s just...it hurts to think about it sometimes.”

“You know, I think if you tried to talk to him now he would be all for it. You know how much he cares about you. Heck he loves you as much as I do.” Ino’s head fell into Sakura’s neck to remind her that she wasn’t alone. 

“Maybe one day I can. When I’m better.” Sakura muttered, wanting to believe it could happen. She wanted it to, but somewhere inside, she didn’t want it to. 

“Well, when you’re feeling good, or bad, and on your best and worst days I’m here for you okay?” Ino smiled reassuringly. 

“I know.” Sakura smiled in response. “I...I also emailed welfare for a session…its in 2 days” Ino jumped up and looked at her friend. 

“You did?” Sakura nodded smiling. “I’m so proud of you! That’s a really big step! I can’t wait” Sakura was met with a loving hug and giggled in response. “I am so proud of you. I’m coming with you okay?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I am.” 

Sakura thanked Ino. That night, Ino slept on Sakura’s bed to make sure Sakura slept alright and that she would feel at ease falling asleep. Ino missed being at peace with her best friend, and she just wanted the best for Sakura. 

There were no other two best friends like those two. 

--

She doesn’t even know why she’s here at this point. Why did she volunteer to do this? 

Sakura groaned internally, her back against the wall. She was standing in the hall filled with college students, and she was lined up on the sides of the hall with other volunteers. She slept pretty late last night, but she was glad she managed to get sleep anyway. The anxiety and self-deprecating thoughts always snuck their way into her head when she wanted to find peace in slumber; but she felt like she deserved it anyways.

It was just exhausting. 

“Oh I think he’s finally about to end his speech.” Shisui spoke. 

“Finally.” Itama yawned. “We gotta gather the students and call the groups after this.” Itama looked at Sakura, expecting an answer from his group partner. She was looking at Izuna presenting, but her mind seemed elsewhere. 

“Honestly, Madara talks a lot, but Izuna can go on forever. At least Madara is able to get straight to the bush rather than beat around it.” Shisui huffed. “Don’t know how Sasuke and you dealt with uncle Izuna over summer.”

Sakura woke up. Sasuke?

Itachi noticed.

“We were fine. It wasn’t hard.” Itachi shrugged his shoulders.

“And now your tour shall start. The volunteers will bring you around campus and the facilities - they’ll call you by name so when they do please stand up and come on stage.” Izuna closed signalling a thumbs up. 

“Aight, that's our cue Sakura.” Itama nudged her with a grin. 

He had such a boyish grin, Sakura thought. 

“Lets round up the kids.” She joked, a more confident part of her showing. Itama looked at her, amused.

Gathering their group, Sakura felt a little out of place. She had to remind herself to be confident, to just go with it, and that she would be fine. A little speaking wouldn’t hurt her and she chose to do this, so she had to live up to it. 

“So here we have our main cafeteria. Conveniently close to the Student Union, so it’ll be easy to grab lunch.” Sakura walked the students through the food hall. It was large and circular shaped, and it smelled like damn good food. 

“It’ll be easy unless you’re studying art.” Itama joked. “Which none of y’all are, so it’ll be an easy quick lunch!” he winked, earning him a laugh from the younger people. Sakura smiled. This Itama boy had charm, that much she knew. “Alright so that concludes the main campus. We’ve just got the facilities left in our building.” he led the way. 

Itama was so confident, and so happy. He carried himself so well and just by the way he walked, you knew he was someone whose company people enjoyed. 

“Oh yeah we’re passing the main Law building, if any of you were interested in what’s that big old rusty building. It’s the Law building. Just one of their buildings.” Itama pointed to a very wide and stretched out red brick build. 

Laughs, and a lot of them. 

“They like you.” Sakura noted, walking by Itama’s side. She peered to see his reaction which wasn’t any less than what she expected from the boy. A toothy grin. He may be older, but sometimes she swore he was 15. 

“I’m just a likable guy haha! They like you too, you know. You speak very well.” he replied pointing backwards to their walking group of students.

“Oh no, I really don’t.” He looked at her with a really-bitch-? Face. “Alright, I guess..yeah I can speak quite well. But I’m not as confident as you.”

“What? Really? You seem really confident to me.” That earned him a sweet laugh. He suddenly felt a jump in his stomach.

“I’m not. I can be, but I doubt myself a lot.” They were close to the building entrance. “You also don’t really know me.” She pointed out, opening the doors to their building.

“Okay everyone, we’ll take you to labs first.” Itama announced to the buzzing group, before turning to Sakura. “Well then, can I get to know you?” he swung his phone out. 

--

“Did you get her number?” Shisui asked, slinging an arm around his two friends. 

Itama looked at the pink haired girl across the lecture hall.

“No, I didn’t.”

[la-fille-en-aiguilles]

Blackout | Random One-Shot Series, #1

Billy Russo x Female Reader 

I’ve been through a major blackout this week, it got me thinking and this just happened. There’s another Blackout scenario I’m finishing, I’ll try to post it next week. For those lovely people who requested Matt Murdock stories, I’m still on them. Sorry for this delay in delivery, I blame Billy Russo. 

Warnings: S.M.U.T. 

Synopsis: you and Billy are best buddies, always have been. And it seems like nothing could change that. Well, except for a blackout, maybe.

“…you know, maybe I should just give up on men already. Start playing for the other team.”

Billy chuckles and shakes his head, his eyes skimming over the photos that you and him took earlier today at this gallery you somehow managed to drag him to. When his thumb swipes right to see yet another photo, your face suddenly takes up the entire screen, your full red lips forming a heart, a fucking sinful pout, your shimmering eyes watching him with such playfulness and boldness, he is instantly drawn to them and stunned speechless. 

When did you manage to take this photo anyway?...

“What can I say, it’ll be our loss,” Billy answers hurriedly before you come back to his room from the bathroom wondering what the hell has got his tongue. 

He can actually think of a few things, his hooded eyes still glued to the screen. His tongue sure would feel like home on those plump lips, among other places…

“He suggested that we hang out. When did hanging out even become a thing?! What does that even supposed to mean? ” you muse as the shower stops running, and Billy curses himself mentally, trying to ignore the tense feeling in his groin.

Dimming the screen of his phone, he throws it on the bed by his side. With his eyes fixed on the empty doorway leading to the bathroom, he tries to do his best to relax, allowing his back to hit the pillows. 

“I don’t know,” he considers it out loud, biting the inside of his cheek. “Maybe it means, like, let’s spend some quality time together, you know?”

Get naked, have lots of sex and maybe even dinner?, his mind spirals back to your lips. 

What the fuck is wrong with him.

Your laugh is the prettiest thing he has ever heard – and felt. As he takes in the smooth melody, goosebumps immediately spread all over his body, awakening his senses. Like some sort of a top-quality drug, spreading in his veins, getting his entire body tingle with excitement. 

God damn, he has it bad. 

“Is that what you mean when you ask me to hang out?” before he can even realize he said what he thinks he thought out loud, you step into his bedroom, and he nearly groans, and chokes on his own saliva. 

With your hair curled at the ends, the front strands rolled back in some kind of a retro style, your lips still sinner red, you stand in front of him wearing black stockings that hit you just a couple of inches above your knees and one of his dress shirts, because you probably couldn’t find a bathrobe. 

He considers thinking about dead puppies, but his mind already pictures his hands sliding up your thighs as he fucks you into the wall…

“No,” he lets out in a husky voice, flicking his eyes to your face, illuminated with a completely oblivious smile. “I could never-” he stutters, “I’d never want to do that to you… I mean, with you…”, watching your expression darken up some, he suddenly realizes it all comes out wrong.

Bloody hell, just shut your trap up! 

“I mean, we’re buddies, right?” Billy finally manages weakly, hating himself for every word that leaves his mouth. “We can never be…”, he even considers just stopping talking all together, your smile having disappeared entirely, and having been replaced by a small frown and a pout.

That fucking pout.

“All I’m saying, is…” Billy rakes his fingers through his thick mane of hair, exasperated and fed up with himself. “…I don’t think this kind of hanging out can ever be our thing”. 

Just when he breathes out, thinking it could have gone so much worse, his eyes shift back to your face. The next thing he knows you snap at him, your hands on your hips.

“Of course not,” Billy can sense metal ringing in every word. “Besides, hanging out would never cut it for me.”

With these words, you’re a whirlwind of cotton, hair and lipstick, as you turn on your heels and power walk back to the bathroom, tense and frustrated. 

Billy feels like a blithering idiot, staring at the spot where you’ve been standing seconds ago. Moaning softly and biting his bottom lip, he buries his face in his hands. 

He’d really better get his libido in line, before he drives you away with his horrendous stupidity and infinite babbling that doesn’t even make sense.

Your ringtone goes off in the bathroom all of the sudden, somewhat shaking Billy out of his stupor.  You take a moment to answer, swearing under your breath as Billy hears something clutter against the tile floors, probably your perfume.

“Hey, Karen. What’s up?” It seems to him that you sound completely off, some kind of emotion that you’re trying to desperately fight raw in your voice. You clear your throat, and the sound makes Billy’s entire body go cold. 

You are not angry. You’re disappointed, and you’re doing a pretty shitty job trying to mask it. 

“Okay, okay, don’t freak out, Bill and I will think of something,” you dash out of the bathroom and back into where Billy sits. You widen your eyes at him, as if sending him silent signals. “He’s going to call Frank right now, and tell him he needs him to pass by his place. We’ll think of some excuse,” worry laces your every word, and Billy is up on his feet, alert as his Marine senses kick in. Even though he knows it’s just a goddamn surprise birthday party, and nobody’s in danger. For now. “Worst case scenario, he gets to your place before the guests do. It’s still going to be a hell of a surprise!”

You close your mouth abruptly. Billy watches you with concern in his dark eyes, and just as he reaches out and wraps his fingers around your wrist, the lights in his apartment go off, and the entire room is drowned in pitch-black darkness.

Something’s happening on the other end of the line, Billy can tell, as you call Karen’s name a couple of times. He lights up the flash on his phone with his free hand, blinking a couple of times.

“Hell’s Kitchen has shitty cellphone service as it is,” Billy tries to reassure in a hushed voice even though he knows better than to speak. “The citywide blackout sure ain’t helping”.

He instantly regrets having opened his mouth as your eyes shoot daggers at him in the light that his iPhone’s emanating.

“Yeah, no shit, Russo,” you scoff at him. 

Before Billy can even open his mouth and retort, he finally hears Karen’s voice, and you shake Billy’s grip off your hand, without even looking at him. Your voice is a tad strangled but still firm as you tell Karen that the blackout might slow Frank down. You also tell her to stay put while Billy calls him to see where he’s at. 

As you drop the call, you put the flash on your iPhone on and return back to the bathroom, not saying a word.

Having watched you disappear, Billy drops back on the couch, sighing, still trying to wrap his head around how much of a fucking retard he is. He lights his phone up, only to see the No Service message in bold white letters. Muttering a curse under his breath, he flicks the flash mode off, so he’s left sitting in the darkness, his eyes fixed on the light coming from the bathroom. 

“I’ve got zero service, but I still can get hold of my guys so they can track ‘im ,” Billy suggests, his thumb rubbing against his phone’s screen in a nervous gesture. 

“Do that then,” his heart breaks a little as he hears you answer cooly, like you couldn’t give less crap about what he does. “We’ll be going in five, just let me get dressed”. 

Silence settles in the room until you curse under your breath, the light in the bathroom going off. Your phone must have died.

“So the hanging out guy”, he hates the begging tones in his voice, but Billy speaks up anyway, clearing his throat. He knows that probably makes him a coward, but he finds it easier to voice his thoughts while being immersed in darkness. “Did you tell ‘im that? That hanging out doesn’t cut it for you?” he asks, not even sure he wants to know the answer. Because what if she didn’t? 

What if she took him up on his offer? 

Billy doesn’t know how he’ll be able to handle that.

He hears you scoff almost immediately at his lame questions while you’re in the middle of the fucking blackout, but he still prepares himself for the answer, whatever it might be. 

“Oh yeah,” you reappear back in his room, carrying your little burgundy dress on a hanger in one hand, and a pair of killer Loubotin shoes in the other. Knowing you’ll probably need light, Billy lights up his phone again. “I told him to fuck off and call me when he grows a pair… which is never going to happen, so I’m sure as hell safe”. 

Billy can feel the colour drain from his cheeks as he suddenly realizes you may not be talking about that pathetic loser who suggested that you and him hang out, because he is a fucking coward and couldn’t ask you out on a proper date.

As you make a point out of ignoring him, Billy wants to smash his head against the wall.

And then it finally hits him.

Yeah, actually, you are still talking about that loser.

That loser being him.

He squeezes his eyes shut at first, as he hears you hassle behind his back, not saying a word; when suddenly something pushes him up onto his feet, a surge of adrenaline, the sentiment of now-or-never beating his common sense into submission, relative darkness encouraging him to do something he knows he might regret.

Billy turns around to face you, and from the moment he’s struck dumb by the sight before his eyes, he knows this entire situation is going haywire. 

His eyes hit your bare shoulders and exposed back. His stare slides down with the shirt that you are taking off, standing with his back to him. His eyes go wide and his pupils are blown out with lust as he catches a glimpse of the black lace underwear. As if sensing his burning stare, you half turn your head… Your eyes lock.

His breathing has yet to return to normal, but the next thing he knows, Billy is crushing your soft body into the cool wall, his fingers digging into your hips, his mouth ruining that vampire pout of yours. Biting and gnawing on your lips, he is surprised when you push your tongue into his mouth, your fingers snaking into his hair, pulling at it harshly. 

With some kind of wild energy pumping through his veins, fire of lust licking at the corners of his mind, Billy drags his lips along your neck and collarbone, running his fingertips along the lace-covered underside of your breasts. 

“Fuck, Billy,” you moan, your voice barely audible, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Don’t tease”. 

The way you say his name strikes deep within him, his erection rock hard and pressed against where you need him most, he likes to think. 

He has to remind himself that you have no idea how many times he has fucked his own hand pretending it was your lips wrapped around his cock. 

“I’m going to make you come into my mouth and then I’m taking you to bed”, Billy can feel a thorough shiver raking through you as he whispers the words against your swollen lips. A moan that escapes them is downright scandalous and Billy would chuckle if you didn’t unclasp your bra, silently surrendering yourself to him.

As Billy takes one of your breasts into his mouth, puckering his lips against your skin, you gasp, your hips moving forward. It’s only moments before Billy drops to his knees, his fingers rolling black lace down your legs. Billy’s tongue laps against the swollen bud of nerve endings between your thighs. His lips wrap around you, as he slides a finger up your wet, shuddering core.

With his dick pressing painfully against the fly of his trousers, Billy hears you moan his name again. When he looks up, he sees you open your eyes, watching him fuck you with his fingers. He feels you tighten around him, your eyes rolling back as you come, screaming his name and squeezing his hand in between your soft thighs, riding out your high…

—

“Stop staring at me,” you whisper with your eyes closed, feeling Billy’s dark eyes on you. He doesn’t say anything, just chuckles hoarsely and dives down, hovering over your body. His lips burn your bare hipbones as his hands squeeze as much of your ass as he can reach, your skin orange in the rays of the morning sun. 

“God, Russo, you’re insatiable,” you growl, but Billy knows you’re hiding a smile as you bury your face in a pillow. 

“You have no idea,” Billy smirks, kissing the spot just above your belly button this time. His lips don’t waver as he takes this party lower.

Your breath hitches in your throat, and Billy lifts himself up in response, his hungry lips crashing down on yours. 

Leaving you breathless, Billy hovers over you, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Do you think we fucked up Frank’s surprise birthday party?” you ask him, cupping his cheek with one of your hands. “I can’t believe we missed the entire happening. Karen is going to kill us both.”

Billy brushes his lips against yours one more time and from the soft yet mischievous look in his eyes you can tell he has absolutely zero regrets. 

“She hasn’t called, so I think they didn’t miss us much”, he wets his bottom lip. “Fifty bucks says they know what we were up to, and probably drank a round of shots to celebrate”. 

You roll yours eyes at him, but you know what he says makes sense. This dancing around each other and ‘we’re just friends’ crap was getting old, especially for Karen and Frank.

“So what now?” you ask him. 

The stare of those bottomless eyes burns again, possibly more that his touch as his hand slides up and down your ribs under the blanket. You bite on your bottom lip, hard, trying to keep a loud moan in.

“I don’t know,” Billy looks like he weighs his options. “You want to maybe hang out?’ 

This wasn’t what you expected, not by a very long shot. It’s out of your control as you gasp at the nerve of him, gripping his roaming hand so hard he actually winces, the Marine that he is. 

“Hey, easy there, m’love,” you freeze as the nickname reaches your ears. Billy uses your reaction to free his hand, bringing it to your face. His mouth is mere inches away from yours, and you feel your stomach erupt with what feels like hippopotamuses doing an Irish dance. “What I meant is have lots of sex, and maybe even a breakfast date?...”

[lemonietrinket]

Camping ||| NCT 127 & WayV x Reader

Share With Taeyong

Genre: Fluff, adventure, mystery, interactive choose-your-own-story Warning(s): References to alcohol use but nothing severe/dangerous Word Count: 2355 Ambience: here

[START]

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“Can I share with you, Yongie?”

The man in question immediately sat up, cheeks aglow with tipsy rouge and a beaming smile. “Of course you can!” 

His arms flew open, childishly beckoning you over and leaving Doyoung to sigh. He didn’t say a word however, and simply shook his head, stepping further over so you could pass and he could get his bed back.  You barely had a chance to offer him a glance of an apology as Taeyong’s face turned from sunshine to a cloudy pout. 

“Y/N...!” he called with a whine.

Ah, yes, you had forgotten how needy a mildly drunk Taeyong could be.

“I’m coming, Yongie, hang on.” There was no way you could wipe the smile off your lips as you stepped awkwardly across the suitcases and to his side.

As soon as you were close enough, no matter what you had intended to do before joining him, he stretched up so he could pull you down. Slowly tumbling into his lap with a yelp, Taeyong merely hummed happily as he pulled you against his chest. His hands slipped round your waist and settled neatly across your stomach, whilst he nuzzled his nose into the back of your neck. Surprised at such the display of affection you weren’t sure what to do, especially with you turned away from him. You continued to giggle while your heart drummed against your lungs. However, when he began to rub small circles into your belly, eventually you let yourself sink into his embrace. He felt so light you were nervous to at first, but you reminded yourself that he was tougher than he looked. Besides, he was the one squeezing you tighter to the point it was getting difficult to breathe.

And so you let yourself lay back, hands joining his and stroking them as you rested your head on his shoulder, leaving him to settle his chin on yours. At your new angle you could finally see him, his shining doe eyes darkened with a sated tiredness as he blinked at you, no smile to be found.

It took you several moments to realise that was because he was exaggeratedly batting his eyelashes at you. And truth be told there was no way you could choke down the laugh that followed. You’d been about to enquire if he’d gotten something in his eyes when he shifted away, pouting at you properly with a flush of pink rising to his nose and cheeks. “What! What did I do?! Did I do something wrong—you hate me don’t you—”

Oh yeah, you’d forgotten that side of the liquor’s effects too.

“No, no Yong!” you interjected before he could ramble any further, sheepishness fluttering through your chest leading you to turn in his loosened grip, your hands reaching for his where they had retreated, “I don’t hate you, I promise I don’t hate you!” Fingers linking carefully with his, he didn’t resist though the smile didn’t return to his beautiful features even as you created a cradle for them. Beginning to worry, you looked across the tent. “Isn’t that right Doyoung?”

It was only then that your gaze glanced to the other side of the tent. You felt bad for how quickly you’d forgotten about the third person there with you, despite being well aware of the effect that Taeyong has on people—and especially you.

Though this was dashed as Doyoung replied, not sparing a single look to either of you and continuing to get into his sleeping bag, “I’m not getting involved.”

“But—!”

“Taeyong is your responsibility now, sucks to be you,” he iterated, a lilt of snark in his voice. “Rip.”

You had half a mind to go to town on him right there and then; tease him for how weird the word felt coming out of his mouth, and as to where he got it from. He was spared only because he was correct, to an extent. Taeyong was still quite upset, and if left in this state without attention for too long, he would only worsen—something you’d learned from unfortunate personal experience.

Turning back to him you found him staring at you, a concerned pout still on his face and glimmering specks in his eyes. “Ignore him Yongie, he’s playing mean.” Reaching up, you stroked the hair out of his eyes where it had fallen, before thumbing his cheeks gently. They were so soft you could’ve melted. “Why don’t we get into bed now? I think Doyoung wants to sleep and we could both do with some.”

After a moment’s thought, he mumbled, “Fine...” However, he did not seem to become any less restless. In fact as his hands left yours, he only seemed to sadden more. 

“It’s ok Yongie,” you began slowly, in the softest voice you could manage, “tomorrow you won’t even remember this.” Your assurance was met with a grumble that you couldn’t quite make out. “Yong?”

“I don’t forget you.”

As he spoke he peered back over his shoulder, and despite the storm and the dim lights he looked nothing less than a masterpiece, the inspiration of a statue briefly catching him and his neutral expression. You were left in utter silence at his cryptic words, and more so at how the corners of his lips briefly upturned before he turned back round and he began to shift himself across the bed to get himself comfortable.

Hanging back, watching him with a dozy smile on your lips, your thoughts ran wild despite what you showed to the rest of the world. Though the relief washing through you offered a temporarily ease, the nerves and confusion broke through its barrier in the end. Could you keep your cool? The man you had a crush on was going to be right next to you for a whole night. Did he feel the same or was this the drink talking? You didn’t think he was quite drunk but then again you hadn’t been there with him for that long. Then again... what did he mean by that? And would he be happy with this the next morning?

You knew you had to be very careful, for his sake.

“If you want me to sleep away from you or on the floor then that’s—”

Taeyong, now with his legs under his blankets, whipped his head up. “No! No you sleep here, next to me. So you’re nice and warm.”

“Are you sure?”

His nose scrunched briefly before he nodded with such a certainty. “I won’t let you sleep on the floor! Now come on.”

Feeling you could do little but follow his instructions, you stepped over to his side while he slipped further beneath the covers, until only his head could be seen. When it was time for you to join him, he lifted the blankets’ edges to help you under.  And no sooner were you lying on your back, blinking at the ceiling than rather confronting the man beside you, Taeyong had rolled closer and rested his head on your shoulder, fitting at your side with a hand clutching at your shirt, as if you were the only provider of safety. 

Your heart leapt and you prayed he couldn’t feel it. You felt over the moon, there was no denying it, but your thoughts continued to race. 

And then the light went out. 

Doyoung murmured an already half-asleep ‘goodnight’ that you echoed without a second thought, while Taeyong merely yawned. It was a cute little yawn, the same one you’d seen while he played animal crossing late in the evening, and it had a special way to awake the butterflies in your stomach. 

Taking the deepest breath you could manage, you folded your arm around him, just in case he took that as a sign you weren’t happy, in his tired and slightly emotional state. It earnt him pressing even closer to you, his nose nuzzling further into your neck. 

But all that followed was quiet, and once again you laid awake, listening to the drops of rain scattering across the canopy of the tent.  Taeyong’s words echoed through your head, their mantra forcing a frown on your face even while you closed your eyes, in an attempt to shut them out. It didn’t work however—you needed an answer

It was such a strange way to phrase something. It implied that he didn’t remember others, or at least to in the same way. Even though it was probably the product of his tiredness mixing with the remnants of alcohol, you couldn’t help but tease at the edges of the hope it brought you. You were special, different from the others, to him, and that meant that you have a chance. 

“Y/N...!” The whisper was low. 

“Yeah?” you answered, without a hint of grogginess.

“You’re still awake...” He sounded happy that you were.

“What’s up?”

There was a pause. “I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep again, so I’m glad I’m not alone.”

Wait, you thought, how long has it been since—

“I’m sorry that you have to take care of me.”

You felt him lift his head upwards, his breath coming to tickle your neck and you wondered what he was looking at. Of course you knew it had to be you, but you wished the dark would just subside for a moment, just to let you see for yourself. 

“I will remember it tomorrow though, I promise!”

“You will?” you uttered, hardly believing it. As soon as liquor entered his system it was as if it triggered a reset within him the next morning. He’d get up and return to being so normal that it was almost unsettling, clearing up any mess he found as he trundled into the kitchen, not a single memory of the night before flickering across his mind.  You remembered the first and only time that you’d been up before him to see it—though ‘up’ was perhaps the wrong term, since you had in fact not slept that night to have not been. Either way, you’d become a molten mess as soon as you spotted him enter the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. His presence had been so small as he slipped through the door, holding it steady so it wouldn’t close with a slam. And then he’d turned, arms crossed to retain some warmth and puffed his cheeks into the fridge. It was impossible to picture this man as the same guy that owned the stage in front of thousands. 

You would have continued your little dream, sighing  like you always did when he stood and smiled sweetly to you slouched at the island counter, when it hit you square in the gut that the real Taeyong had been talking the entire time.

“—like you. So I wasn’t wrong, because that all played a part. And now here I am, with you, finally admitting it. Wow, future-me is going to hate me.”

You cursed to yourself. 

“Really?” you said, swallowing thickly and praying that it was a suitable reaction to whatever he’d been rambling on about.

“Yes! Really!” he reiterated, voice rising from a whisper to a murmur in excitement. It was at that moment that his head lifted and he shifted his weight so he could prop himself up on one arm. His other hand trailed to yours and began to play with your fingers, lifting one to stroke his thumb across the skin there, before scooping up another. His head hovered above your own, his silhouette just standing out in the dark of the night. “Y/N, kiss me.”

You choked, “W-what?”  

The tip of his nose brushed yours as he repeated with a coy grin, “Kiss. Me. Pretty please.”

Heart pumping at a rate abnormal even for you in the vicinity of the biggest crush you’ve ever had, your thoughts flurried while you tried to string together enough words to make a response, Is he serious? Oh god what if I do badly? Will he regret it? What did he said before? Of course, of all the things you had to miss it had to be that, didn’t it?

At last, with your hand in his, your fingers threading through the hair at his nape tentatively, you answered. 

“No.”

There was silence, even the rain had hushed into fine whispers.

“You don’t like me back?” Taeyong asked, voice back down to a whisper, barely audible despite the calm of the storm.

“No, Yong, I do, I really do,” you urged, before sighing once again, cupping his cheek with your palm and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, “it’s just... you’re drunk. I don’t want you to regret anything, to regret kissing me for the first time... because this would be our first kiss, and alcohol always makes you let things slip.”

Taeyong’s shadow didn’t move, nor did he speak. The dread that seized your stomach crept up to your lungs and throat, leaving you without air for what felt like an eternity. Until, at last, he responded.

“See?” he said, leaning into your touch, “Always taking care of me.”

A smile rose beneath your palm before he fell away and settled back down on your chest. His embrace was stronger this time, his arm wrapped around you fully, his hand holding yours. Despite your negative answer, he didn’t seem discouraged, and if his grip was anything to go by, he felt secure. 

Still, you felt bad. His set-up had a cinematic feel to it, and waiting only meant more time lost. But you reminded yourself that you had all the time in the world, there was no limit for neither you nor him.

So as his breath evened at your neck, his foot slipping across to interlink your legs, you spoke up, “Kiss me tomorrow morning?” The day following the storm was always beautiful, wasn’t it?

He laughed softly, hair tickling your ear. “Yeah, that sounds like a much better idea.”

Breathing your final sigh of relief for the night, your turned your head so your chin could rest against his crown. “Goodnight, Yongie.”

“Goodnight, Angel.”

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Replay?

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an: i feel like im in a real writing funk rn. nothing feels like its any good. or genuine. or cute or anything. is it just me or is that actually true... idk anymore

also i actually wrote out what yong was saying that yn didnt pay attention to (so when i sliced it, it would sound more realistic) and i think its really cute and funny so i dont want it to be left unknown but also its so small so idk what to do with it

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Masterlist

[descendantofthesparrow]

Daughter of the Honorable Thief - Harry Hook x reader - p8- park p2

(note, I have never been to Knotts soak city, so im bullshitting this)

Harry Hook x Daughter of Robin Hood!Reader

 key

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 clothing reference:

harry

y/n

 erza

uma

---(y/n) POV---

Hell yeah! Water park day!! And a good thing too, it was 95 degrees out today. Ezra and I exited our rooms wearing shorts and sheer tops over our suits, chatting as we made our way to the lobby, bags light with only sunscreen, goggles, and wallets. The souvenir cups hanging off them. Harriet padded up behind you, having a tight swim top on and her messy black hair in a tight braid off her shoulder, her aviators covering her eyes.

Uma was just behind her, having roomed with her, wearing a teal swimsuit and gold sandals.

“Mornin” she mumbled, falling into step with you and erza, you ‘sup’ed’ back and continued on, letting uma and erza talk, you glanced at uma, noticing her clutching onto the teal seahorse erza won her yesterday. Erza winked at you, subtly pointing to the animal.

You rolled your eyes, entering the elevator and waiting for the others to board before pressing the button for the lobby and descending.

You found Harry and Gil immediately, who were talking near the entrance and seemed to be waiting for the four of you.

“yo!” you called, waving to them, harry perked up, smiling and nodding “ey, wha’ took yeh all so long?”

Uma rolled her eyes, striding up to harry and leaning into his side “sorry, you know how my hair is Harry”

“aye, just teasing”

You smiled, you loved how close the two were. Soak city was a bit of a walk from the hotel, so you all started to walk over. Harry complaining about the heat the entire time.

As soon as you entered, Gil's eyes sparkled at the multi-side by side slides, called the Bonzai falls, where it was obviously a racing game between six people, you all had keys for lockers that day, so you stashed away what you wouldn’t need at the moment and made your way to the ride's line.

Minutes later you all were laid down on a matt, it was Harriet, Erza, Uma, you, Harry, and Gil. The guy manning the ride called go and you all pushed off, racing down the bottom, you cackled as the water from Uma and Harry splashed in your face, and as yours splashed them.

Uma ended up winning the race, giggling as she placed the matt in the collecting spot and looked around for another ride, seeing on that could host up to six people, grabbing erza and Harry's arms and dragged them to it.

Uma seemed to really like the water park already.

you all yelped and screeched as the large tube-like thing tossed your around, water soaking everyone.

You shook your head around, getting the excess water out of your hair.

You saw a racing waterslide and pointed to it, exclaiming a race with erza. She gave a sharp grin and said: “you're on!”

You dashed over, a lifeguard yelling for you too slow down, as you pass a large pool, harry got an idea, he leaned down, one arm going under your legs and the other under your torso, you yelped, flailing slightly.

“harry what the-AH!’ and he tossed you into the pool, sputtering you resurfaced and glared at the laughing teen, then erza and Harriet grinned and pushed him in, making you cackle.

“Why thank you~”

Erza grinned as she grabbed your hands, helping you out of the pool. “I got you hood”

“not funny yeh two” harry grumbled as he lifted himself from the pool, shaking his head to rid his hair of the water.

“Are you kidding meh” Harriet grinned “that was hilarious!”

Uma snickered as she looked at Harry, water dripping off him heavily “you look like a drowned rat”

Harry made a pouty face at her, crossing his arms, obviously offended “Acca-Scuse meh~? I am the picture of beauty and grace how dare you!”

You cackled patting his arm “don’t worry Harry, you’re a very handsome drowned rat.”

Harry huffed, nodding, but still pouting “at least someone sees my perfection”

“Anyway!” erza interrupted, “hood you promised a race, let's go!”

You snickered, following your friend to the racing tubes. Climbing the tall stairs you looked behind you to see harry dramatically flailing onto gil, demanding to be carried.

“I can see a light”

“you're fine harry”

“mom? Is tha’ you?” “oh my god gil just pick him up to make him shut up”

“yeee”

Harry laid limp in gil’s arms, grinning as he let his head hang upsidedown. You gave a breathy laugh as you shook your head and continued up the stairs, soon reaching the top.

Harriet was staring at her brother with a bored look as gil set him down, the worker was giggling her head off, “my girlfriend does the same thing with her brother”

Harriet smirked, “dramatic siblings am I right?”

The worker nodded still giggling, letting you and erza pass and sit down in front of the water tubes

You waiting for the light to turn green, seeing erza smirking in your peripherals. One two three, GREEN! pushing forward, you speed down the dark tunnel, screaming laughter echoed as the water rushed around you.

You gasped as the darkness stopped and you landed in a pool, hearing another splash as you started to breach.

“HAHA! I WIN!” “NO WAY HOOD! YOU CHEATED SOMEHOW!”

“NUH UH, YOU KNOW I DON’T CHEAT!”

“(y/n) won!” uma called from the tower, grinning down at both of you.

“HA!” you screamed, poking erzas nose.

She snarled playfully, dunking your head under.

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Uma hummed happily as she munched on a churro, bought by erza, who staring at the dark-skinned girl with a dreamy look, till you elbowed her.

“kinda lookin creepy scarlet”

“silence hood, im appreciating art.”

“Alright, appreciate art while you buy me food”

“fuckin-fine”

Standing, erza walked off, grumbling under her breath about how you were ruining her chances with the sea goddess.

Rolling your eyes you turned to uma, who raised her brow at you.

“real talk, if erza asked, would you go on a date with her?”

Uma sputtered on her churro, hitting her chest as she cleared her airways.

“um-wha-where did this come from?!”

You shrugged “just a feeling but really, would you?”

“um well” uma stuttered, her cheeks darkening “i-I think, yes? Shes-shes really pretty, and she's nice and, and spunky, and…fuck shes my type, shit, holy fuck”

You grinned, bumping her shoulder “sooo, is that a yes~” uma groaned, wrapping her arm around you and burying her face in your shoulder “fuck, yes I would go on a date with her”

“yay! Okay, so next Friday at that really good pizza place sound good?”

Uma jumped up, staring at you “hold up wh-“

You stood, grinning as erza came trotting back up, a grumpy look on her face. “perfect, maybe now erza can stop whimpering about you like a kicked puppy!”

“wait wha-!?”

“bye~”

“(y/n) wait staap!!”

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“guess who got you a date~” erza blinked at you as you skipped up, taking the chicken fingers and fries she had gotten you.

“what?” “you and uma, Romanos pizzeria next Friday, at 5”

“WHAT?!” erza screamed, grabbing onto your shoulders and shaking you “AND SHE-YOU-WHAT?” “Okay, 1. Let go of me, 2. I asked uma if she would go on a date with you if you asked and she said yes so next Friday at 5!”

Erzas jaw dropped as you turned and walked away from her, happily munching on your food.

“thank me later~”

Erza stared as you plopped next to harry, sharing your food with him.

Glancing to uma, she blushed as she made eyes with the teal haired teen. They both hurried to look away, god, erza was so doomed.

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harry stared as his sister and gil pushed him toward a drop slide, was he shaking? he was shaking. as he glanced at his hands, which were trembling in fear.

“no nope nah no no nada gonna happen”

Harriet groaned, walking in front of him and grabbing his hands “come on! it'll be fun!”

“dropping straight down as im plummeting like 50ft down? nah im good”

harry tried to escape, but gill lifted him over his shoulder.

“come on! its the last one and you promised dude!”

“well dude” Harry called back, “I take it back, im not going!”

Harry locked eyes with you, and you gave a sympathetic smile, shrugging.

“(y/n), my love, beauty, my savior, help me”

you laughed “im sorry harry, but I don't think I can help you here”

Harry groaned, holding his arms out to you “please! Save me!”

you laughed once more, reaching out and intertwining your hand with his, grinning comfortingly “you'll be fine harry, they so safety checks almost every day, and positive that no one has died”

harry sniffed, still not convinced, but as you held onto his hand, he felt better.

“do you want me to hold your hand?”

Harry paused, before giving a shy nod.

You held in a laugh, as gil set harry down and you held tightly onto his hand.

You watched as uma and Harriet entered the tubes, grinning nervously as they waited, then SHOOM they disappeared, harry jumping as they did, gripping your hand tightly.

“uh lass, do I-“

“you promised dude” gil called as he entered alongside erza

“les do dis!” erza cackled, crossing her arms and legs.

“three two one, launch!”

You heard erza and gil scream from the adrenaline as they exited the tubes, yelling positives for harry.

“harry im the biggest scaredy-cat when it comes to this stuff, you can do it!”

“come on dude you can do it!”

As the worker guided you into the launch tubes, harry backtracked, his face pale as he turned to you

“I don’t wanna do it!”

“it's okay, you're fine” you cooed, letting him grip your hand once more, not caring for how tight it was becoming. Harry shook his head

“i-I don’t, I don’t!”

Harry begun to hyperventilate, you pulled him close, letting his arms wrap tightly around you.

“you can, you got this harry its not gonna be that bad, if its any consolation, im terrified”

Harry sniffed, releasing you, breaths even, shaking his arms and head to sike himself up “uh. Yeah, yeah I got this, I got this”

You smiled, patting his arm, waiting for him to completely be closed in before stepping into yours.

A heartbeat startled you as you entered the pod, “Jeez that scared me” leaning on the slide part, you crossed your arms and legs, preparing to drop.

“prepare to launch in three, two one!”

Down!

You screamed as you went, holy fuck this was amazingly terrifying!

As you emerged you heard gil laugh, congratulating harry.

“you did it! You conquered your fear!”

You grinned, standing and making your way over, seeing uma and gil with their arms wrapping around harry as he laughed his nerves off.

“yeah, and im never doing that again!”

You cackled as you rejoined the group, leaning into erza as you did.

“That was fun, but I agree with Harry, one and done!”

Harry gave a soft smile as you arrived.

“Thank yeh for helping meh (y/n), really”

“I got chu, I won't let my friend just sit in their fear.”

Harriet bumped your shoulder.

“well, im pooped, can we go chill at the hotel now?”

You saw uma and erza sag in relief “yes!” erza cried, slumping into you “im so exhausted!”

“Alright alright” you snickered “let's get our stuff and go”

Uma dived for her sea horse, holding it tightly to her chest as you unlocked the locker with your stuff in it. Erza blushing as she did so.

You gave a pointed look to erza, and she groaned and nodded “yeah yeah”

You hummed, giving a cheeky smile.

Looking behind you as you exited, you saw Harriet and harry pull out their phones and the pokemon go music play from them.

“shit there's a Pikachu”

“yeah yeah, Meowth right there”

You snorted, dorks.

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Entering your room, you flopped on your bed, letting erza take the first shower. You felt sleep drift over you as you laid there, and you let your body fall to its call.

The shower could wait in the morning.

--end of part 8 (god sorry that took so long!)--

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I Put A Spell On You

Chapter 1 Come Little Children

Pairings: Prinxiety, (I'm sorry, but Prinxiety is my jam, logicality, and Remile.)

Word count: 2,224

Warnings: mentions of fire, hanging, people being turned into cats, sickness, witches, please let me know if I missed any.

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So....its been a while since I've posted any new writing....that would be Because I've been working on this and procrastinating. Sorry about that.

Thank you so very much to @civilsounds17 and @icequeenoriginal for being such amazing people, im gonna cry. You to are freaking angels! 💚💜💚💜💚💜💚

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Once upon a time…… in an old land filled with threats from the natives whose land was stolen from them and the fear of wicked humans whose souls were sold to the devil for power, a young man awoke to nothing. Well, he hadn't really awoken to nothing, but nothing had caused him to awaken. The young man looked around to find his brother's bed empty. "Binx?" He called out before climbing out of bed. "Binx!" He yelled out again, however his shout was drowned out by the soft lull of a musical voice wafting through the air.

"Come, little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment…"

The young man felt his eyes blow wide as he scrambled outside and called out again, his heart thundered in his chest. "Binx!"

"Come, little children, the times come to play…." The enchanting voice continued as it began to grow fainter with distance.

The young man frantically looked around and saw no sign of his brother. As his gaze wandered toward the sky, he noticed a billowing purple smoke spilling over the top of the trees from somewhere in the woods across the field. "They conjure!" He exclaimed and rushed off to call out for help before rushing into the forest. The man managed to tumble down every hill leading down to the witches' cottage before landing at the bottom of the steps leading to the front door. He shook off the pain before wading through the creek to catch a glimpse into the witch's home.

Inside the cottage, a young, sickly child sat carefully in a chair as three young men went about their business. One of the men had light blonde hair that sat atop his head in joyful curls. He wore a long dress dyed with midnight blues and blacks that seemed to shimmer as he moved from a cauldron to a stand on which sat a thick leather-bound book. He had black-framed glasses that sat firmly atop his sharp nose as he peered down at whatever foul spells lay written on the page. Another of the witches stood off to the side, gathering ingredients for their potion. He too, wore a dress, although his design was certainly different from his brother's. It's colors consisted of blacks and whites and greys. His fiery red hair made up for the lack of color in his clothes. He also had glasses, although the lenses were darkened to the point where one could not see the eyes behind them. The last witch was an ethereal beauty. He had straight hair of pitch black that fell over his stormy eyes. His pale skin was as white as snow and his dress was made of midnight blacks and purples swirled throughout the design of the dress. He stood in the back by the young child.

The young man peeking in the window knew of these witches all too well. Everyone in Salem knew of them, but they could never get any proof. But now the Sanderson Brothers would finally meet the noose.

The young man slipped in the dirt and all the witches inside turned to look at the window before one of them, the oldest, moved to the window to look outside. The young man hid against the side of the house as he waited for the witch to turn back inside.

The witch in the window, the one dressed in lots of purples, grimaced at the sunlight. "Oh, look. Another glorious morning." He paused. "Makes me sick!" He spat before closing the shutters and turning back inside.

The young man quickly found a way in through a small window in the loft and crawled to the edge to watch the witches again, searching for the right time to grab his brother and run. The young man grimaced as he heard a cough rack through his brother's body.

"Virgil!"

The witch in purple turned to his brother in blues.

"Yes, Logan?"

"We must finish the potion so that we may help our guest of honor."

Virgil nodded and he joined his brothers as they read through the ingredients.

"Remy!"

The witch in dark blacks and whites jolted. "What?" He asked, clearly cranky.

Logan raised an eyebrow and shot a pointed look down at the spellbook atop the pedestal he stood in front of. Remy rolled his eyes and gilded over as it seemed he was somehow too mystical to walk. "I seem to notice that Virgil isn't helping," he comments as he leans over to cast a small glance at the book.

Virgil hissed. "I helped the child here."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Stop it. Leave Virgil alone, Remy, he hath done his chore." Remy huffed.

"It's not like I won't help anymore," Virgil muttered.

Logan turned back to the book. It was old. Frayed around the edges. He pulled open the cover and flipped through the pages until he came to the page he was looking for. "Here it is," adjusting his glasses as he read out from the book. "'Bring to a full rolling bubble. Then add two drops of oil of boil," Remy sighs and turns to add the ingredient to the cauldron.

"Add a dash of fox and one dead man's toe." Logan contemplated for a few moments. "Make it a fresh one."

"Dead man's toe! Dead man's toe!" Virgil sang as he danced around the cottage in an attempt to both annoy his brothers and hopefully get a small laugh out of Binx. The hidden teen frowned slightly as he heard his brother let out a joyful giggle. The sound brought a small smile to the witches' faces.

Remy carried a bowl of toes over to the cauldron and sniffed one before dropping it in. "Fresh one." Then he turns and tosses one at Virgil who lets out a muffled shriek. Binx giggles but gets cut off by coughs wracking his thin body. All witches and young men hiding in lofts freeze and grimace as the sound makes their hearts twist painfully.

Logan cleared his throat and went back to the book, this time, muttering to himself. "Newt saliva."

Remy frowned as a smell hit his nose. He turned to Logan. "I smell a child."

Logan frowned and turned to his brother. "And what doest thou call that?!" He exclaimed.

Remy frowned. "A child, but-"

Logan shook his head. "No buts', we must finish this." He turned back to the cauldron. "'Tis ready for tasting," Logan said as he dipped a spoon into the potion. He turned quickly to face Binx, his brothers coming up behind him to watch. "Alright, child, open your mouth."

The young man in the loft shot up. "No!" He cried out, fearing for his brother's life.

The three witches jumped and looked up in surprise to find the young teen in their home. "A boy!" Virgil exclaimed.

Logan groaned. "Get him!"

Remy and Virgil shared a wicked glance. "I knew I smelled a boy!" Remy cried out as he tried to grab him. But the young man managed to reach the cauldron and spilled the potion.

"The potion!" Logan shrieked.

"Binx!" The young man tries to reach his brother but Logan blasts him with electricity and he drops. "Do you-"

Virgil taps Logan's shoulder, interrupting him. "Logan, look." Logan follows Virgil's finger as it points at Binx a glowing aura surrounding him. "He drank the potion," Virgil whispers.

Logan grins. "Okay, brothers, prepare thyselves. 'Tis time we prove once and for all magic can be used for good." The three witches surround the young child and sucked the disease from Binx's aura before blowing it out to dissolve and burn away.

The young man watches as his younger brother hops up from his chair and runs over to him with a wide smile. "John! I don't feel icky anymore!"

John blinks and lifts his hand to find his brother's skin no longer clammy with illness. "'Tis unbelievable!" He exclaims. He turns to the witches with wide eyes. "I can't thank you enough for saving my brother!" The three witches smile slightly.

"We simply wished to help. Binx is the only of all the children of Salem to actually be kind to us."

John suddenly felt extremely guilty. "I'm so sorry." His eyes widened. "Oh no! The town! They're coming! And they're bringing the rope!"

The witches suddenly became frantic. "This is the first time we tried that potion! We don't know how long it'll last!" Virgil cried.

Remy frowned.

John felt guilt twist in his gut. It was his fault these kind witches would be killed. "I-" he cleared his throat, the witches spinning around to look at him. "I'm sorry. If there is anything you can do to promise my brother a long life, please, do it." The witches shared a glance.

"As a cat?"

John blinked. "Uh, I guess?"

The witches squared their shoulders. "Twist the bones and bend the back," Logan started.

"Itch-it-a-cop-it-a, Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a," Remy and Virgil sang.

"Trim them of their baby fat."

"Itch-it-a-cop-it-a, Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a."

"Give them fur black as black. Just.."

"Like.."

"This."

The three witches held their hands over the two brothers who began to shrink down into two black cats. Virgil leans forward and pets them. "This way you two can spend as many years as you can together. You clearly love each other very much. It would be a shame to break you two apart."

The witches jump as a sudden pound at the front door startled them. The town's people have arrived. The three brothers rush forward to hold the door. Logan whispers something to the cats. "My brothers and I will act as if we truly are evil witches. We are going to act as if we sucked the life out of you two. I'm sorry. But it's all part of my plan." He sent a small shaky smile. "We will see each other again."

"Open! Witches! Sons of Darkness!! Open this door!"

"Witches?" Remy calls through the door. "There be no witches here, sir."

Virgil's shared a look with his brothers to confirm what he is about to do. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He was not ready to die. He was young. They all were. But the rumors spread and they poisoned the minds of everyone around them.

"We're just three brothers spending a quiet evening at home!" Logan shouts.

"Sucking the lives out of little children!" Virgil cries out, his heart withering inside his chest.

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Virgil, Logan, and Remy stood atop three barrels, itchy rope pulling at their necks. Nooses. They were going to be hanged. In front of them stood the mob of angry townspeople, one of which holding the brothers' spellbook. "Logan Sanderson?" A man from the angry mob called out. This was the father of the two boys turned cats who sat a little bit away on a rock, watching with heavy hearts.

"Yes?" Logan asked, his black and blue dress dangling over the edges of his barrel.

"I will ask thee one final time."

Logan merely raised an eyebrow.

"What hast thou done with my sons, John and Thackary?"

"John and Thackary?" Logan asked, feigning ignorance and wickedness.

"Answer me!" The father shouts as he holds his wife close. "Well, you see, I don't know. Cats got my tongue." Logan forces a laugh along with his brothers both at his feigned malevolence and the pun.

Virgil twisted his neck. "This is terribly uncomfortable."

"Brothers," Logan starts. "Sing."

The three witches stood still and opened their mouths and let out a simple note. "Ahhh."

The mob of angry villagers shuffled with fear. The father of the boys turned cat shouted out to the crowd, almost as if he was their leader. "Cover your ears! Listen to them not!" All around the people covered their ears. The man holding the spellbook threw the book down to cover his ears. The book landed at Logan's feet and flipped open to reveal a spell to him.

Logan sighed. Time to play the part some more. "Fools! All of you! My-" Logan forced himself not to choke. "Ungodly book speaks to you." Fear spilled through the crowd of townspeople, seeping into their hearts, unaware of just how misplaced their fear was. "On All Hallow's Eve when the moon is round, a virgin shall summon us from under the ground. Ohhh! We shall be back! And the lives of all the children shall be mine!" Logan cried out.

The three brothers felt fear stab at their hearts. They were moments away from death. And they had to be deceitful in their final moments. They all forced themselves to continue to look forward as they sent each other one final "goodbye" and "I love you" through their mental connection.

The signal was given and the barrels beneath the brothers were kicked out from under them. Virgil's heart leaped into his throat as he struggled to breathe. The two Binx brothers tried to distract themselves from the three brothers by rubbing against their father's leg as one final goodbye.

Mr. Binx shot a disgusted glance down at them. "Away! Away beast!"

The two brothers turned cats let out a mournful meow.

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"Poor Thackary and John Binx. Neither their mother or father nor anyone else ever knew what became of them, those 300 years ago."

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