#ive always kinda rolled my eyes if bad guys or whoever was like 'youre just doing this for your own selfish reasons' bc like
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the doctor's heroic position succinctly put by: themself
#i need to rewatch the season bc ive only seen most episodes like 1.5-2 times at most and remember nothing but#i feel like the selfishness of.............like..........what the doctor's doing#i feel like with 15 thats a lot more transparent#ive always kinda rolled my eyes if bad guys or whoever was like 'youre just doing this for your own selfish reasons' bc like#doing good things for selfish reasons is still just good? like that doesnt make it less good. doesnt matter#but with 15 it feels like it's less good for selfish reasons and more just selfish reasons regardless of good?#hes just here to have a good time#not to live up to some title#hes here to shapeshift and shed his skin and get a thrill and move on#hes life hes just living hes just here for a good time#it feels like#you know when he like scares the babies for fun stuff like that#and if it's true that hes changing reality. to be things he wants. that would fit#he can make the story nicer he can make the story be what he wants it to be#anyway i might be wrong this might not even be a real part of his character#but it is for the lenght of this fic at least
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hey if youâre taking headcanon requests, could you do the egos reaction to the other egos flirting with their partner (y/n) because the others dont know theyâre in a relationship but the flirting isnât returned by y/n (also your writing is really good and i always love it!!)
a/n: hi anon !! sorry idk how long this ask has been sitting in here bc for some reason the notifications for my inbox have broken lol. anyway this is a fantastic request thank u, hope u donât mind that i included some of the hcs to be just any rando flirting with Y/N and not necessarily an ego! also ive started writing for engineer/space mark because he is the sweetest and i love him
tw: jealousy, some possessiveness, references to sex and violence, in damienâs one u kinda both hate actor sorry lol, t i n y bit of angst, sad yancy, illinois is the only reasonable person here
đ€Darkđ€
oh god oh lord whoever is flirting with you better run for the hills if Dark finds out
lets say Illinois tried a few pickup lines on you, called you a few cheesy nicknames
Dark overhears this and just teleports right beside you two
Illi is a little confused but doesnât get the hint and keeps making conversation with you, and tries to with Dark
but the glare Dark gives him makes him a *little* afraid
and he gets even more afraid when Dark puts an arm around your shoulder and a kiss on your cheek
cue Illinois backing up a little, stuttering an apology to both of you as he quickly runs walks away
Dark is still frowning because hes a big babey who pouts when hes upset
its not that he blames you, heâs just secretly insecure about you leaving him because of the whole, yknow, possessed-void-demon-thing he has goin on
so you gotta give him a lil kiss to make him feel better
which then turns into a BIG kiss, then him pulling you closer to him by your waist, then a hand cradles the back of your head and he whisks you away upstairs so you can make him feel even better :)
đDamienđ
poor little meow meow
imagine (actor) Mark flirting with you, flashing you a charming smile and kissing your hand
if it were anyone else, Damien would just kinda stand around all đđđ because hes way too shy to interfere
but if its Mark? oh FUCK no get away from my darling you fucking rat of a man
he comes up behind you, looking pissed at Mark. Mark has no idea why
so Damien just has to roll his eyes, take your hand, and lead you away because he kinda hates it when Mark talks to you anyway especially if heâs flirting
hes a bit of a diva so you have to reassure him you were equally disgusted at the situation, and take his face in your hands and tell him you love him
he just wants to cuddle now
babey
â€ïžActor Markâ€ïž
F U CK
this man will SLANDER whoever tries to flirt with you
and honestly who would try ???? you guys are constantly all over each other so maybe theyâre just a homewrecker idk
i cant really think of an ego who would if weâre still in WKM times, bc Damien is just too shy to flirt anyway
so just any random mf who comes into your vicinity and says anything remotely flirtatious will summon Mark
its like a sixth sense honestly
he just doesnât want you to leave him for someone else, he canât go through that againâŠ.
since heâs a needy little bitch (affectionate) he just immediately comes up to you and hugs you so tight, kisses all over, and tells you he loves you
âoh, sorry, didnât see you there! this is my PARTNER, y/n. đđđđđâ
yeah i think they got the hint
đIllinoisđ
hes been on the receiving end of an angry person telling him to get the fuck away from their s/o
so heâs not really inclined to make the other person feel bad about it, as long as theyâre respectful
but if they make you uncomfortable?
hes not against fighting them oops
but if you donât want him to, heâll gladly just get you out of the situation and get u comfortable and feeling safe again
the most mature of the egos about the whole thing honestly
a good boy
gives you all the kisses you could ever want so you know how much he loves you
hes also scared of losing you, but youâve stayed with him for this long so why would you leave now?
lots of cuddles afterwards
đ€Yancyđ€
also a big babey
but a TOUGH big babey
since hes trying to be on his best behaviour, heâll refrain from stabbing them
for now
he just kinda stands there with his arms crossed lookin all đ đ€ but inside hes đ„đ because he really doesnât wanna chance someone taking you away from him
he loves you so much and youâre one of the only people who doesnât judge him for his past
youre his sweetheart, his babydoll, his honey
and hes yours
eventually the person gets the hint when the glaring gets real intense and you touch Yancyâs hand to get him to calm down a bit
then when they leave the conversation, Yancy immediately engulfs you in a hug and buries his face in your shoulder
kiss him please, he deserves it
he may confess to having a bit of an overreaction afterwards but you tell him itâs okay and you just wanna cuddle
đEngineer Markđ
literally everyone wants your attention, youâre the captain
and Mark tries to not let it get to him, but some people could really try and be a little more professional
i mean heâs one to talk since hes dating his boss but whatever
most members of the crew just want you tell them theyâre doing good and theyâre being helpful, but some want uhhh a little more than words to show them how good theyâre doing
thatâs when Mark gets a little mad
okay, more than a little mad
hes the first to scold whoever tries to get unprofessional with you since hes second in command
and they listen, most of the time
but sometimes they donât and it becomes uncomfortable for you
thatâs when Mark gives them a real telling off
they might get threatened a little
he just wants to protect you so bad
hes just a big pubby who loves you and will not risk your relationship for anything
after everythingâs dealt with he wants kisses and cuddles to make him feel a lil better
also a babey
#markiplier egos x reader#markiplier egos/reader#markiplier egos x yn#darkiplier x reader#darkiplier/reader#mayor damien x reader#damien/reader#damien x reader#mayor damien/reader#actor/reader#actor x reader#actor mark x reader#actor mark/reader#illinois x reader#illinois/reader#illinois jones/reader#illinois jones x reader#yancy x reader#yancy/reader#engineer mark x reader#engineer mark/reader#space mark x reader#space mark/reader
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Author's Notes âĄ: Hey Hey, itâs me, ya girl and Iâm back with another collab! Ive always loved the roommates theme and have a few ideas for some other ones in my head making this. Itâs kinda all over the place because it was a professing with their friendship! Yes I made a Zelda reference and I land about it no. I know Rapp is seen as violent and dense but but this is in a collage au so heâs just a bit...aloof I just love the idea of him actually being a big softie ÊâᎄâÊ. I hope you enjoy! ~ bunny â„
Warnings : NSFW!!! (â_â;)
Sweet caring sorta himbo(meh?) Rappa, female oral, Big Dick Rappa , sorta size kink if you really sqint,cheater ex mentioned like once , language
Word count : About 5k! Yikes ^^â
Paring(s) : Kendo Rappa x F! Reader
Enjoy âĄ
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Having Kendo Rappa as a roommate is an interesting feat in itself. He is big, and loud , very very loud. He wasn't a bad roommate he just..was like a cute large and fluffy puppy that didn't know his size...or power. Their interactions started as the two met during a halloween party one of the frat houses down the street thew. [ ] went as Midna, her best friend Rumi was dressed as Impa while the last two of her friend group , Amaya and Asa, a pair of sisters, were dressed as fairies. â[ ]! Rumi! you two are so cute! Zelda costumes?â Asa asked as her sister ran up to admire their outfits. âYeah! [ ] wanted to do some characters that matched us y'know?â She said as she nudged her quiet friend , the girl jumped and laughed , scratching her neck as she gave the excited sisters a small smile âIf i was coming out tonight I was gonna wear what i wanted to really wearâ [ ] said as the group of them laughed and mingled with their other friends and classmates. While heading to get juice , she heard loud screaming , as the sport boys were starting to show up. First was the football team, then the basketball. Baseball and wrestling came next, then the smaller clubs finished them out. Sighing [ ] was content away from everyone as she watched mayhem ensure, chugging of barrels , more music, girls swarming around the players they crushed on as they did minor things, like talk to their teammates or eating from one of the big food trays laying around. Feeling a tap on her shoulder broke her from her people watching, Rumi giving her a bright smile as she took a cup and joined her. âHow's my favorite antisocial babe doing now that all of the party has arrived?â She asked as [ ] gave her a pained smile, going to get more if something to drink âWell I don't feel the need to smack anyone is that a good sign?â she chuckled as she got a hug from the more energetic girl âThat's my girl! Don't worry, i wanna get out asap but weâre gonna need our favourite pair of sisters before that can happen and it seems like they're fawning over some of the baseball boys as we speakâ Rumi said as they watched a familiar tutu of blue go by, followed by a pink one going a similar way. âI don't get it⊠but at least their taste in men isn't too badâ [ ] joked as Rumi agreed , laughing âYeah miss tsundere, you can't stand saps, or most of the jocks eitherâ giving the white haired girl a look she rolled her eyes and gave her own laugh back âYeah I guess i'm either picky or just got high standardsâ âAin't nothing wrong with that we all do!â She said as she elbowed the girl beside her.
As the two of them sat there and talked Rumi glanced past her and her eyes widened, causing [ ] to stop talking âWhat is it-â before she could question her, the white haired girl jumped up, waving at someone âRap! Over here!â Constantly yelling to someone [ ] started to ask again when a booming voice came from above her âHEY RUMIâ a very loud voice called as stomping could be heard before it stopped âI see you took our idea huh?â With that comment [ ] turned around only to be face to face with a dark cover chest, only to then look up to some of the most warm and amber colored eyes looking down at her âHello there little lady, I like your costume! Erm..Midna aint it?â The giant ganon dressed man questioned as all she could do was shake her head in agreement, causing the giant male to laugh âAwe don't be shy of me kitten i ain't gonna bite!â He chuckled some more as her friend jumped in âI told you she was shy! Be nice Rappa!â Rumi yelled at the flaming red head as he gave her a toothy grin âOh I was just teasinâ , I bet I ain't hurt her feelinâs did I sweetheart?â Rappa questioned as [ ] face felt hot, hiding her face in her hands as the teasing duo laughed causing the girl to huff âI'm tired of you two alreadyâ She said as a giant warm hand touched her shoulders âAwe dont be like that hun, in time yaâl love meâ Rappa teased as he gave her a smile,making her stomach flutter âYeah! This is who wanted you to meet anyway [ ]! This is Kendo Rappa, our top wrestling boy, Rappa this is my adorable best friend [ ]!â Rumi said as the two gave each other a shy smile , a sly one creeping up on Rumis as she thought to herself âYeah, this'll definitely happenâ
Since then the two had become more acquainted , having many classes together and sharing some similar friends [ ] was used to the bruting and sometimes dense man making a random ( and loud) appearance. As [ ] sat in her mostly empty room thanks to her last roommate moving out after constantly breaking sound rules and getting into it with the girl downstairs for being in her bed with her boyfriend (Yikes) she felt a sense of calm. Closing her chemistry book and letting out a relieved sigh [ ] thought about the fact she was going to get a new roommate, the thought was nerve wracking but also it was exciting as well. It was almost too quiet , having the last room by the stairs meant she didn't have to deal with many people besides her friend group. They weren't loud , unless one of her friends decided to get laid and made way too many sounds, or if their neighbors under them threw parties or also had...extra partners coming around. She definitely could feel she was sorta excited she was going to have a roommate again. The sisters had a room to the left of her while Rumi had the one to the right, sharing it with a girl they knew from math. The rooms were not gender defined, some girls having rooms with guys and vise versa so it made it easy to get a room.
These dorms were also quite spacious, the walls not paper thin and a large enough area space that could house two or maybe even three people. So when she heard a knock on her door she expected it to be her new roommate she was advised would come today. Happily opening the door she was shocked and almost terrified to see just a box, well actually a few boxed stacked hiding whoever it was behind them. But if the faed rustic orange hair and wide shoulders meant anything she knew her new roommate already âK-kendo?â [ ] said as the boxes walked by her , landing with a soft thud as bangs covered the male â[ ]? Is that you?â moving his hair out of the way their eyes had the same expression, shocked. âUh h-hey there sweetheart why isn't this cute, weâre roomies hun?â he laughed as she couldn't help but give him a smile back. âI never expected to see you as my roommateâ [ ] teased as Rappa gave her a hardy laugh âWell it looks like me and you are gonna be close friends here darlinâ!â With a wide smile he picked her up and gave her a tight hug, taking her breath away â Oh boy i wonder how this will turn outâ she thought as she was eye leve with her giant puppy like friend, his eyes filled of joy
Which leads into now, [ ] trying her hardest to read up on what her next project could be. As she sat there thinking she heard the tale tell sound of her roommate entering with some of his teammates, the boys loud and rambunctious as they entered. Feeling a heavy hand on her shoulder she looked up to the towering boy that was her roommate, his eyes just as bright as usual. âHey darlin, we're just gonna talk up sum strats a for the upcoming match and play some games in the back , is that alright?â He asked with pleading eyes as one of his more cocky and jock like friends spoke up âWell youre the man here, dont let some women say if we cant or can be hereâ Rolling her eyes and proceeding to stand up and push past the wide eyed boy who knew what was going to happen. [ ] took in a breath before opening her eyes to look up to the boy âWell it is my room, i pay shit here and the man over there didnt get this place, so i do choose who can and cant come through my placeâ She said as she pointed a finger to the boys chest. Trying to push his luck he pushed back against her finger â I bet you just havenât gotten a good enough dicking for you to just stay out of the wayâ He laughed. Before [ ] could hit him hard enough her rust haired friend moved in , clearly towering the boy âYer better watch yer mouth, she has her right around here, im invatin her space so watch it before there's no place for any of us to relax without rulesâ He said as the boy sucked up any laughing and nodded his head in understanding. Surprised by her usually aloof roommate [ ] stood back and went back to her work, the other boys scrambling behind kendo as the boy who tried to challenge her jumped to follow, never making a move to mock or do anything again.
The boys picked back up and were having fun in the back room of kendoâs , sighs and groans when they lost and victorious laughs and screams if someone won. Once they all left and everything settle to a quiet rumble as the last few funneled out [ ] could here herself think, reading up on chemistry as she felt a presence behind her. â âM sorry, i didn't know my question wouldve cause a roar outta ya..â Kendo started as she smiled gently, turning to face the wounded boy âIts okayâŠ.guess it just lit something in me i always did y'know?â She said with a small laugh as she went to type again, but was stopped by the hulking boy. âI gotta make it up to ya alright? I know i aint say anythin that he did butâŠ. It feels like my fault y'know?â He admitted as his large hand covered hers. âYou wont live this down will you?â She questioned as his eyes flickered up to hers, sparking. âNope, not at all. Lemme treat ya right okay?â For such innocent words [ ] couldnt help the shiver that ran down her back at his words. Maybe it was because he was so close, or that the smell of his cologne was too much, either way her head was spinning as she let him still hold her hand as he tugged her away from her computer , his smile widening as she reluctantly shut the bright screen âGreat! Now let's get something to eat im starvinâ He rasped out as [ ] gave him a giggle that made the boy stop in his tracks. He always thought she had a cute giggle but this one,for some reason , made his heart and chest feel warm and tight. Ignoring the feeling he took the girl with him, the two headed out to get something to eat as they headed down , the sound of her giggling still running though kendos mind.
Getting a random frantic text from Kendo wasn't unusual, in fact it was quite common for him to do such, which now didn't faze [ ] at all but this one was...particularly odd giving what he was asking âHair? And messy? What in the world is he up toâ [. ] thought to herself as she headed to her shared room with the boy, nervous of what scene she could be entering.
Sighing after his last text she hurried her way to their dorm room and in fact he did leave the door open, making her more nervous as she entered the living room. âKendo?â [ ] called out as she heard a gruff sound come from her bathroom. Entering was a sight of its own; towels, a bowl of some..substance , bags and bottles of body wash and a one flustered and shirtless Kendo. â[ ]! âM so glad yer home here take thisâ The large man said as he handed her an old toothbrush that was frayed and covered with the same odd substance in the bowl. The lingering smell from the room eventually gave it away ; shampoos. âUh why do i need this? And why is there shampoo on a toothbrushâ She questioned as he groaned, taking the towel off his head as she blinked owlishly at his very faded red orange hair, the color now more of a neon pumpkin. Shaking off extra water caused even more of his hair to fall, landing between his shoulder blades as he gave [ ] a desperate look. âIt wont come out, and the more i scub the more...orange i become. I look like a orange peelâ He whined as [ ] figured out what he was trying to do
â You wanna remove the color right? A bowl of shampoo and body wash isnt strong enoughâ Going into their kitchen she grabbed some baking soda and lemon juice , coming back to the hopeless boy âLet me mix something up ive used before okay? Then we can proceed with your hairâ Two and a half hours later the boys hair was now a light peachy orange, just light enough to take up with bleach âWell, if were gonna go for blonde ill go get some bleach and some masks, deep conditioners too, your hair is definitely gonna need it and I donât want it breaking off because you're impatient to take care of itâ she sighed as he was amazed at his hair, running a large hand through the still damp mess atop his head âWow yer goodâ He said as she smiled at him, taking her keys âAnd you have a lot of hair. I'll be backâ She said as she hopped up âWait! Lemme go with you?â He asked but also seemed to demand, pleading eyes looking down at hers as wet hair dropped onto his still bare chest.
Trying not to be hypnotized by where they landed and proceeded to slide down she looked up at her amber eyed friend, who was staring intently as he waited for her answer, soft âPlease?â coming from his lips. Sighing dramatically on purpose [ ] laughed at him, giving him a grin âof course you can you big puppyâ she said as he picked her up in a hug, a gesture that shows his excitement she's come to learn. Putting her down he went to go to the door before his friend called him out âuhm Kendo? You donât have on a shirtâ she said plainly as he looked at her, raising a brow as he gave his rebuttal âIts hotâ He responded. Giving him a side eyed look she turned from him and towards their bedrooms, [ ] sliding into his. Soon she came out with a sleeveless one, throwing it at the hulk of a guy infront of her âYou can't come in the store without oneâ She said as he gave a growl of his own, sliding the shirt over his head as they left their apartment âWell at least ya got me one without sleevesâ He huffed as they started back to the door, heading out to finally go to the store to start another process on Kendos hair, the male just excited to finally get rid of his pumpkin hair.
As Kendo sat in the shared living room with [ ] , deep conditioning his hair at her yelling request (âIf you dont re nourish it before you want me to bleach it , I won't do it!â ) he watched his roommate and now his best friend wanderer around and do housley things for their apartment, the girl content as she cleaned and sorted out things in the kitchen, her body turned away from him as he started to think over how beautiful he thought she was. He want the type to brag or gloat about having so many girls comment on his size , height wised and well sometimes other ways , trying to tempt him to them. All while his friends wanted him to explain how he got the attention from the other gender , Kendo hated to admit it but ,he only wanted his roommates' affection. He knew how put together she was, smart and kind. He saw what her previous boyfriend did, a cheater that didnt take care of the beautiful soul he lived with. He couldnt stand seeing her come home and cry herself to sleep broke his heart, and when he fought the cheater, in the act he didnt feel bad once. Of course it ended their relationship, and [ ] yelled at him for fighting , explaining how he couldve ended in jail for fighting her ex, but he argued it would be worth it.
Sitting and mulling over everything he realized Rumi was right, hed do anything for [ ] but not the same for the other females that passed through his life. She actually, was the first person he did that for and that thought made his head dizzy. Moving from his place on the couch he went to stand in the kitchen, waiting for [ ] to come back from her room. Hearing the iconic sound of her feet pittering across the wooden floor he gave her a lopsided smile as she jumped, smacking into the chest of Kendo. Before [ ] could fall from impacting with his chest he caught her, holding her arm to his chest. âK-kendo! You shouldve told me you were in here! Why are you in here anyway?â[ ] scolded as he laughed, moving out of the shorter girl's way as he started his staring again, this time [ ] noticed him â......What?â She asked as he looked down at her, an unreadable look on his face. âKendoâ she called as he hummed, moving closer âYer gorgeousâ Kendo blurted out as [ ] started to stutter, eyes going wide. Taking teo steps forward he essentially trapped his friend between the corner of their kitchen canopy. âRemember when I fought that bastard of an ex you had?â Kendo asked as he saw [ ]âs eyes go soft , shaking her head âWhat about him...i'm still mad you almost lost everything just to fight him yknowâ she huffed as he poked her cheek âId do it again if it meant you'd be happy again yaknowâ Kendo said as he leaned down to push his head against hers, amber and [ ] eyes mingling. Lifting his large hands he traced each side of her cheek, analyzing over her face as he nuzzled against her nose âStop playin hard to get would ya? Bad enough you got my heart all in your little handsâ he whispered as [ ] just started at the giant , her arms gently coming over to cover his that were place on her cheeks âK-ken..i need to start you hair..â She hopelessly try to argue as he groaned, burying his face into her neck. Squealing at his damp hair touching her shoulder [ ] jumped ,pushing the large boy back âYour hair's wet!â She whined as he chuckleed, mo\ving back as it turned into a booming laugh âOh my âm sorry babe , you look surprisedâ He said as she smacked hsi chest âGo to the sink, i need to rinse the conditionerâ She yelled as he hwld his hands up in a mocked surrender, pulling his shirt up and off in one fluid movement. Caught up by him stripping his shirt off [ ] gave him a glance over, the heaviness of him admitting feelings for her in his own unique way still lingering in her mind as the toned and strong back of her friend made her head hazy. Turning around from the lack of notice of his smaller friend Kendo caught the eys of [ ] staring, her eyes quickly flickering to his curious ones as he grinned âSee somethin you like darlin?â He teased as she grunted, reaching up to push his head in the sink âShut up and let me do your hairâ
And like clockwork, Kendo rappa was an icy blonde after two days, a break given to his long ,thick and wavy hair, the giant boy looking over his new look as he sighed happily, loving to have his hair finally look normal. âWell damn [ ]! Ya made it even better than what i was thinking. Look! My hairâs all wavy at the ends and it's soft! Whatever you made me do made it feel better!â He raved as the girl looked over her work. And in fact it was highly even, his hair consistent and lavishy soft. Giving him a shy look she giggle âThat's what a deep conditioner will do to damage hair and the way i'm always untangling your hair for you, i knew it would need it before you wanted to go whiteâ She said as he just kept running his hands in his hair, turning back to her âI could just kiss you right now!â He blurted out as they both froze at his words, eyes wide from both parties âI-I aint mean it [ ]â He croaked out as she giggled, stepping back from him âO-of course you didnt, why would you i mean aha..âShe said as she moved away more , his own words started to hit him as he realized the reverse effect it was having âNO! No, I'd want to kiss you, I really really want to. I just...want it to be on your terms okay?â he said as he grabbed her arm, holding her in front of him as if she'd float away if he didnt.
âKendo...I..â [ ] started as she came back to his hip, laying between his legs onto his thankfully covered chest âI just dont want to lose you if you decide you wouldnt want me aroundâ She whispered as he pulled her even closer, kissing her forehead as he stared at her âDont you ever say that again ya hear me? Youll be my princess and ill be your humble er..knightâ He hesitated as he tried to think of a sweet way to explain his feelings. [ ] looked up to him as she felt here eyes feel heavy with tears. Before one even fell Kendo pushed his lips as soft as the strong boy could, wrapping a large and beefy arm around her waist as he slipped his tongue in her mouth, letting his hand slide down to pull her up to sit on the tops of his thighs while he leaned against his dresser. Softly [ ] pushed her hand on his chest and pulled away, now eye to eye with Kendo âSorry , d-did i overstep my placeâ He asked as she let out a snot, before laughing. Confused, Kendo went to talk before she stopped him âNo no, youre good, just that if we keep kissing on this dressed there's gonna be a hole in the wallâ She said as she pointed to where the mirror kept tapping a spot, scrapes already aroring it âR-right!â He laughed too, picking her up to set her on his bed âNow then...lemme serve you princessâ He said before kissing her again, not letting her rebuttal his own comment. As the two kissed he made sure to be as gentle as he could be , at times clumsily nipping her lip or his hand pulling hard at her clothes.
All in the name of wanting to show how much she meant to him. Soon he pulled away, a small string of saliva strung between them from the hearty kissing. â[ ]...i think i love youâ He said as she gave him a soft look , trying to catch her breath from the dramatic kiss they came from âGood, because i love your loud ass too Kendoâ She teased as he smirked,leaning down to bite her neck, causing her to moan loudly âWeâll see whos loud after im done wit yaâ he gave his own tease back as he moved between her plump thighs, kissing the flesh there as he pulled her shorts to the side, exposing her flushed lower lips. Gasping she reached for his hand that held her legs apart causing the fresh blonde to look up at her, eyes wandering over her face for signs of him to stop âI-Im not used to being this bare sorry..â She whimpered out as it dawned on the other side of her words âHave you ever ate out baby?â he asked as she hid her face from him, shaking ehr head as he groaned, pulling her shorts down as he saw her lacy panties , a smirk placed on his lips as he peeled them off too, a string of arousal keeping them plastered to her lips âfuck, that bastared really didnt take care of youâ he growled as she sat up to see his darkening eyes kiss up to her lips whispering out a âbut i willâ as he sucked one of her lips into his mouth, causing a lound moan from the woman he was inbetween. Slowly he licked up her lips, searching for that small pearl as she whined, a hand coming down to tug his hair. Grunting he soon found it, sucking onto her clit as she gasped, her thighs shutting over his head as he looked up to her, watching as her back arched off of the bed once her pressed his tongue hard against her clit. Softly he let a hand run under her thigh, a single thick finger tracing over her twitching hole as he pushed it in gently, making [ ] squeal. âK-Ken!â She called out as he looked up again, catching her eyes and flushed face on his actions. Making a show of what he was doing he let a second one join the first as he sucked hard on her bud at the same time making [ ]âs eyes roll back as her hand fell from his head, nervous od pulling too hard. Kendo however had other plans. Feeling her walls tighten around his fingers he made sure to find that spongy spot and hitting it, finally pulling his lips from her clit as he smiled âUuh Uh doll, look at meâ He growled as she hesitantly glances at him, regretting that she did. He looked way too good, hair a mess as he was panting, catching his breath from being down on her. With evry pump of his fingers his muscle in his arm twitched, making her own walls spasm as she watched it âYa like it sweetheart?â He asked as she shook her head, watching him move back to her pussy âGood, cause i aint doneâ He said as he gave her clit kitten licks beofe slurping on it, throwing a wink at her as he picked up his pace, making [ ]âs voice rise as she felt herself getting close before quickly snapping at a particular hard thrust of his finger to her spot on her walls.
Letting out a light scream she came over his fingers and tongue, the male laughing gleefully as he sucked up her juices. LEtting her come down some he watched her face as bliss spread through her body and a sense of confidence whent though his. Slowly he picked up the pace of his fingers again, going from a shallow push to more stroking as he heard [ ] whine, grabbing at his hand âUh uh sweetheart, you taste too good fro me to only let you cum on my tongue onceâ he said as he pushed her down by her stomach, letting her take his spare hand as he went back to suckling on her lower lips. He knew he had a lot in stored for her, and watching the newly admitted love of his life cum from his pleasing was enough for him to realized he needed to do more. Popping off her clit as puling his fingers gently out he looked at her ravished body, using his non wet hand to pull at his sweats. âYoure beautiful like this [ ]â kendo said as she took in heavy breaths, feeling her throat close as he stroked his massive size, rubbing the swollen head as he looked at her , giving her a soft smile âYa dont have to take me just yet , hes just throbbin too muchâ He groaned as he twisted his hand hard over his leaking tip, feeling himself throb as he laid back on his bed. âRide my face?â he asked with one of the most sinful looks [ ] had ever seen ; lustful eyes watching her as his large hand stroked his larger dick, the soft and fleshy muscle jumping at watching her crawl to him, throwing a leg over his neck
âI-i dont wanna suffocate you..â She said as he smirked before saying âYa cant suffocate me i want itâ Soon he grabbed her hip, pushing her onto his awaiting mouth as he picked up his pace, sliding his tongue into her twitching hole as she rocked her hips, keeping a steady pace as she held herself on his shoulder and headboard, ,depreate moand and cries tumbling out as he rocked her too, going from her clit to her dripping entrance, stoking his dick harder and harde as her moans spurred him on. Soon he felt the bud in his mouth twitch and throb harder, the sounds [ ] made increasing as his own hand sped up with his throbbing head, the telltales of them both getting close. A moan erruptred from the girl on his lips as she came again , her essence running down his face as he groaned, ropes of cum shooting onto his hand and stomach as he came himself, still stroking out what he could as the pressure he felt subside. Sliding off softly [ ] saw the mess behind her, taking it upon herself to lick up some of it as she was met with his same aber eyes, watching her move to his still hard member âLet me take care of you too?â she asked shyly. Fuck he was done for as he felt himslef hardend worse at her words, a large hand coming up to smack her ass as he psuhed her up and over his head, letting his tip and her swollen lips run over eachother. Slowly he pushed his tip past her budding lips, entranced by the way it swallowed her whole âFuck...i love you [ ] and by the time im done with ya...youll know itâ he whispered in her ear as she felet him push, more and moreof his large size spreading her lips father than shed ever had. Her eyes rolled up as she felt him bottom out, both moaning as he picked up his pace, making a soothing rhythm as little moans and whines came from [ ], deep grunts coming from Kendo as he kissed her shoulders and back, marking where he could as he felt himself get closer with how she was throbbing over his member.
Digging his fingers as deep as he could in her plush hips he let our a mantra of âCumminâ i and â I love yousâ in her ear as she pushed back against him, feeling herself teetering as he pushed as deep as he could go ,letting himself cum as she came too, the overwhelming feeling of him throbbing against her spongy walls and previous orgasms enough to push her over a third time. â[ ]â Kendo rasped as [ ] hummed , feeling her legs still shake with him in her âIm serious, i'm never leaving you...you're mine and i love youâŠâ kendo said as he kissed the back of her neck, nibbling her ear as he stayed in her âMhmâŠ.i love you too Rappa..â
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I Think I'm OKAY
genre: Angst, hurt comfort
length: two parter
warning(s): Feelings of abandonment, self-depreciating thoughts, suicidal thoughts (briefly), feelings of not being good enough, feelings of being unneeded and unloved
A/N: its just been a day guys. And Ive been think about this all day so I just wrote to get tge thoughs out of my head.
this takes place a few months after the epilogue of Everything Undesired where Azalea is still coming to grips with the fact that she's not her father's heir like she always thought she had been. Mammon and Arella really did try to make time for her but things just never worked out in their favor and it ended up giving their daughter abandonment issues.
Sheâs lost. Not physically but mentally- Azalea doesnât know where to go or what her purpose is. Ever since her older brother returned from where ever the hell heâs been her whole life, sheâs felt more alone than ever before. From her parents being busier than ever helping Cyrus readjust to life here in the Devildom to her twin brother being curious enough about their new older brother to spend all his time trying to get to know him, no one has time for Azalea any more.
Whenever she tries to reach out to either her parents or her brother she gets blown off. Itâs always âIâm sorry, I couldnât make it.â or âIâm sorry, I forgot that was today.â Forgot? How does one just forget about their child? And Azalea is sorry too. Sheâs sorry for existing. Maybe everyone is just tired of her. Maybe they didnât need her anymore? After all, she was just her fatherâs back up plan. A back up plan. Yeah, it sounded as bad as it hurt- to think thatâs the only reason he kept her around all this time. Despite how she might try, all she could ever do is fuck up. Why would her parents ever need a child like that?
She feels abandoned, unneeded. All she ever wanted was to make them proud- she pushed herself to maintain the perfect grades just for their praise. Hell, sheâd even forced herself to take advanced placement and honors courses just for their approval but they hadnât even noticed. And itâs not like she hadnât tried to show them. The last report card she got in her last year of middle school had a note attached to it stating that when she entered RAD, sheâd be welcomed into the advanced courses but of course they had been too busy to even look. Both of her parents assumed nothing had changed so they just didnât need to see something they had seen hundreds of times already.
Why did they stop loving me? The half-demon thinks to herself, Was it all the fights? Was I not good enough for them? I wish I could make them happy the way my brothers do. I wish I was perfect like them, maybe then they wouldnât have forgotten about me. Maybe I would still belong. What did I do wrong? Azalea can feel the tears dripping down her face. Iâm crying? Again? Pathetic. People like me donât cry.
She hurriedly wipes them away as she looks up at the stars that dot the night sky of the Devildom. Sheâs pretty high up on a rooftop. She wonders if a fall from this height might kill her or would it just leave her badly injured- the ideaâs tempting. Sheâd come up here to clear her mind and sort out her feelings with how things had changed- how everything she thought she was meant to be had been ripped away from her, but it had just made things worse. She thought she was okay with all this change but after trying for months to find something new to do with the rest of forever, she found out the only thing she was ever any good at was getting into fights. Sure, sheâd taken up sports on her uncle Beelâs suggestion but that led to even more pain when time after time, neither of her parents could be bothered show up.
Her phone lights up with a text from her father.
Dad:
Why werenât ya at dinner today?
Azalea:
Why werenât you and Mum at my meet today? Ya know like you promised ya would be?
Dad:
âZay câmon donât be like that. We said we were sorry but something important came up and we couldnât make it
Azalea:
Sure whatever you say old man
Its what you always say
It's always something more important ainât it?
Something more important than me.
Dad:
Azalea
Azalea:
Shove it old man. I donât wanna hear it right now.
She always gets the short end of the stick. For parents that claim they care about her, they sure had a shitty way of showing it. As the familyâs resident trouble maker, sheâs not good enough for them. Whatever, she doesnât even need them anyway. She deserves better than a family that doesnât care. A family she no longer has a place in. And that was fine by her. Now that sheâd finally admitted it to herself, she found it would be easier to ignore her entire family and live life depending on only herself.
With a shuddering huff, the girl shuts her D.D.D off and shoves it in her jacket pocket. She leaves the roof top, still in tears headed for the House of Lamentation.
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âArella, I have to go and find our daughter.â Mammon sighs as he gets his jacket on.
âSheâs still upset about the track meet, isnât she?â The black-haired human frowns âIf youâll give me a moment, I can ask Aurelius if heâll watch Mahlon and Iâll go with you. This is something we should address together.â
âI donât think we got the time to waste, Hon. She stopped respondinâ ta my texts and isnât answerinâ her phone. If I donât go now, she might so something to herself. Iâll be able to cover more ground quicker if I fly since she could be anywhere- even up high where we wouldnât be able to see her that easily.â
âThen go on, Iâll talk to her when she gets home.â Arella nods as her husband leaves.
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She enters her room through the garage door entrance. She really didnât need to considering Azalea was the only one home currently. She knew Aurelius and Zulima would be gone for the rest of the weekend but still she locked her door to prevent any unwanted visitors- mainly her parents as she knew theyâd probably come looking for her after the message sheâd sent to her father earlier.
She looked over at the stack of unopened akuzon boxes- all gifts sent to her by her parents as âapologiesâ for various things. Yeah sure, gifts were nice when they were for things like birthdays or Christmas but not when they were used as a way to placate her feelings when her parents missed things like track meets or science fairs or school functions that they promised they would be there for. It felt like a shallow apology so Azalea never opened any of them. They were starting to collect dust now.
Just because greed is her sin doesnât mean its satisfied by material objects alone. There was more to it than that. Her sin specifically manifests with being greedy for healthy interpersonal relationships- things like money or material objects only did the bare minimum to help keep it under control and satisfied. She wanted her parentsâ attention and only that so when they failed to keep their promises, it hurts her deeper than either of them understands- Azalea doesnât even have the words to describe how it hurts her.
As she plops down on her sectional and flips on the projection of stars and constellations from the human world to calm herself down, she thinks about the way her greed is eating her alive as she turns on some music- a song her friend from the human world showed her called âI Think Iâm Okayâ. It was a song she really related to for some reason. As the song plays on loop, she thinks about how when she was younger- before her youngest brother was born- she was always of healthy weight and body condition. Nowadays with the lack of ability to satisfy her sin, she was just skin and bone. Despite eating constantly, she always feels like sheâs starving and sheâd be lucky if she weighed in at 90 pounds soaking wet- all of it coming from the weight of her bones and muscle. Her body is just burning through everything too fast and at this point Azalea doesnât know whether or not she even has the energy to waste to transform into her demon form anymore.
The half-demon hears a faint knock at the door. Maybe if she doesnât answer then whoever it is will get the hint and go away. As she watches the door open, a scowl appears on her face. Of course her father would pick the lock on her door. She doesnât know why sheâs even surprised right now. He never knows when to leave well enough alone.
âWe need to talk...â Mammon says as he sits down on the couch next to her.
âI donât wanna. Get lost.â the teenager rolls on to her side away from her father.
âToo bad. Iâm not leavinâ until we do.â
âThen prepare ta die in here cuz I refuse.â She canât let him fool her into accepting his apology when she knows full well he doesnât mean it.
âYou really are just like your ma sometimes- stubborn as all get out.â He sighs. âI see ya never opened yer packages. Why?â
She continued to ignore him. How can she get out of this? Maybe if she closed her eyes, she could fool him into thinking she was asleep.
Just get frustrated and leave already. Itâs what ya always do when I wonât talk to ya.
She waits an hour, two, three but still he doesnât leave.
Man is this getting annoying! Why wonât he just give up and go home already?
âWell, since ya wonât talk, I will. Ya know, Mom and I really are sorry we couldnât be there this afternoon... I know youâre upset about it but we got called to an emergency meeting at the castle and we... kinda... forgot what time it was by time we were done. I know we donât have a lot of time to spend with ya anymore but things are just so crazy right now... itâs difficult and when ya act like a brat like this it doesnât make things any easier.â And Mammon realizes too late that heâs said the wrong thing and put his foot in his mouth.
âRight... cuz thatâs all I am is a spoiled brat...â Azalea canât help the way her voice quakes. âIâm a brat because I asked for you and mum to pay attention to me over the boys just this once and you two let me down and now, Iâm getting blamed for being as upset as I am. Yeah, that makes perfect sense.â
âAzalea, thatâs not what I meant and you know that,â Mammon places his hand on her shoulder to turn her over and is shocked when all he feels is bone and muscles that are beginning to atrophy. âWhat are you doing to yourself? Yer nothinâ but skin anâ bone, Baby.â
âIâM NOT THE ONE WHOSE DOING THIS TO ME!â she roars as she hops up from the couch. âITâS YOU TWO. YOUâRE THE ONES DOING THIS TO ME!â and then her voice suddenly drops. âBut you would notice that if you spent more than five seconds with me. My greed is eating me alive and itâs your fault. Iâve tried for months to get you or Mum to spend time with me and I get forgotten about every time because something âmore importantâ comes up or you also make plans with Aurelius or Cyrus and choose to do that over spending time with me. Itâs either that or you both choose Mahlon over me and itâs literally killing me. I get that they all need you guys too and Iâm not more important than them but it feels like theyâre more important to you than me. And I hate it because...â She lets out a sob as she sinks to her knees, âBecause you two are the most important people to me.â
Mammon looks at his daughter with a horrified look on his face. His only daughter feels like sheâs not important to them but she was right in a way. Both he and Arella had been choosing her brothers over her- not intentionally but he can see why she would come to that conclusion. This was a very crucial time in her life having had everything she thought she was taken away and she was lost with no clue where to go. He and her mother should have been right by her side, helping her find a new path in life this whole time but instead they got so wrapped up in work and other things that now their daughter was suffering the consequences.
âNo, baby thatâs not true.â The demon says as he wraps his little girl up in his arms. âYou are so important to us too.â He rubs her back as he rocks her back and forth, âWe love you so much and Iâm so sorry we havenât made ya feel like that. Weâre gonna do better from now on. I promise, okay?â
Azalea is hesitant to nod. How many times had she heard the word promise and then had that promise broken but even now as sheâs wrapped up in her fatherâs arms, sheâs starting to feel the overwhelming weight of her sin slowly start to go away. She just rests her head against his chest as her puffy teary blue to gold eyes start to slip closed ever so slowly.
âSweet dreams, Princess.â He says as he runs he hand through her hair and places a kiss to the top of her head.
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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.17
a/n: aye. please read the authors note at the end :)
Akaashiâs lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @awings @simpformiya @sayakaaaaaa @colorseeingchick @demursv1ogsâ @chrisrue15 @beanst0ck  @parttime-simpâ  @kit-kat428â @ntimacyâ @something-that-idk (i have no idea why i canât tag some of you :( huhu )
links: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 18
The last thing you saw, before being eaten by whatever Deku projected, were Akaashiâs wide opened eyes. After that, it was nothing but darkness. If it werenât for Bakugo gripping tightly onto your uniform, you swore you would have experienced a heart attack despite such a young age.
Yet, the sensation of opening your eyes to bland white walls and beeping machines was foreign.
â(y/n)? Darling?â A familiar voice caught your attention. âAre you alright?â
Attempting to sit up, you were assisted with a pair of warm hands. Looking at the owner, your breath hitched upon seeing the face you had been trying to communicate many months back. Scanning the room, you accounted your parents, all your classmates, Bakugo, and Deku. The latter two being assisted by two nurses.
â(y/n)...? Drink this.â Shoto said as he handed a glass of water. Holding the glass to your mouth, he watched as you gulped down the liquid.
âWh-why am I here?â You muttered. Looking at Bakugo and Deku, seeking answers from them would be useless. Both boys were still groggy and coming to their senses. Only to be met with silence, your eyes tried to meet whoever would dare answer your question. âWhy isnât anyone answering me?â
With the heart monitor picking up your increasing pulse, Shoto carefully placed his arm around your shoulder. Instincts came in as you immediately held on to his hand for support.
âCalm down.â He whispered. âIf you want to cry then itâs alright. Giving yourself more stress isnât good for you.â
Knowing he was right, you leaned on his arm and stared at your palm. Activating your quirk, a small gasp escaped your lips when you felt its power once more. The usual effort of having to use it seemingly vanished. With the glow brighter than ever, you quickly clenched your fist and let out a sigh.
âShoto?â
âWhat is it? Are you in pain?â He leaned in closer and held your hand.
âI donât wanna be here.â It was barely audible but he heard it enough.
â(y/n)-chan?â It wasnât new for you to hear people calling you by that name but it felt different. Used to hearing Bokuto or even Konoha, your lips twitched upon recalling that you were not in the same world as them. Glancing at the source, Recover Girl had prepared a syringe with some sort of glowing liquid. âThisâll help calm your nerves and prevent your quirk from going haywire.â
Extending your arm, you barely winced as the needle pierced your skin.
âWould you like some privacy?â Recovery Girl asked. Though she knew that there was no need to question, it was only out of respect towards the visitors. Once she received a nod of confirmation, she began to shoo the people out of the room. Save for Shoto, Bakugo, and Deku. âNow that theyâre out of the way, howâre you feeling?â
âI feelâŠâ How did you feel? It was bad enough that you were forcibly taken back to where you belonged. If she was talking about your quirk then you were definitely sure how you felt. However, if she meant about the gaping hole developing in your heart then it was something youâd rather not dive into. âIâm not really sure how I feel.â
âWould you like to know why you came back here?â
âIf it doesnât bother you, then yes please.â
âInitially, you were supposed to be back after 4 days. At least thatâs what we had initially agreed on.â She began. âBut, the machine carrying Bakugo and Midoriya over to your location malfunctioned. Instead of your quirk going haywire, it was Midoriyaâs that did. However, it would be better for you to take into consideration.â
âThat what?â
âMidoriya and Bakugo were supposedly, in theory at least, to be transported and thereby encapsulated to those tanks over there.â Using her syringe cane, she pointed to the rather large mechanism. âThat IV hose on your chest targets your arteries. Because of the nature of your quirk, it was a gamble on our part to see if that was the core of your power.â
âThis medical talk is only confusing me.â You let go of Shotoâs hand and massaged your temple. âWhat is the point of all that?â
âIt means that everything that happened, everything you felt and experienced, was nothing but a product of your mindâs unconscious effort to create a paradise.â
âP-pardon?â
âBecause we were using your quirk as a means of bringing you back, it was expected that once the both of things were good to go, they would become as little as atoms and be enclosed in those capsules. Once they were stabilized, they would then take a small trip inside that IV hose connected to your chest. Merging them with your quirk, it would open the path to your neocortex and thalamus.â
âI wasnât asking about the procedure.â You were more than aware you sounded rude but that was beyond you. âDid you say everything was a product of my i-imagination?â
âThe effort of saving you could have gone two ways. The hypothesis was that if these two boys shrunk and turned into the size of atoms, then the possibility of another universe was very high. Yet they never did. Their bodies were not affected yet the green light indicated they had safely traversed to where they needed to be.â
âSo... â Feeling your fingers grow numb, you held on to your blanket and relayed all the events that happened. From having to adjust and get to know your surroundings, learning more about whatever life you had before you woke up in that version of Tokyo, to growing closer with the people there, and to eventually finding solace in the skilled hands of a setter⊠was nothing but a product of your imagination. âNone of it was real?â
With no answer coming from the small nurse, you let out a silent cry towards Bakugo and Deku.
âYou guys were there right? You saw how each person had their own train of thought? How big that area was?â Blinking the stinging sensation away, you felt tears rolling down your cheek. The heart monitor gradually beeping faster.
âI get that youâre panicking but what Recovery Girl stated, we were informed about it.â Deku explained. âIn all honesty, Kacchan and I were putting it into consideration that something was off and that all of that was real. But the more we thought about it, the more it dawned to us that nothing really made sense.â
âThink about it, extra. You told us youâd be reaching 8 months there. I bet your mother there doesnât even have a damn clue as to who you really are. Donât even think about foul mouthing me cause I spend a handful of my time debating whether or not that's true or not.â
âMaybe it was a side effect of that villainâs quirk.â Shoto finally spoke up. He had a ton of questions but he knew it would all be left unanswered. âIt happened right after, did it not? Perhaps it wasnât water but something else and that the records were wrong.â
âWe rechecked the criminalâs records and can confirm that his quirk was just water.â Recovery Girl added. Standing up, she fixed her coat and walked closer to you. âI know your thoughts are rampant and in a mess but donât strain yourself. You just woke up and are still in an unstable position. Let me know if you want some Temazepam. Sleep would help.â
Watching her leave, you stared at the large window.
âAkaashi Keiji. Bokuto Kotarou. Konoha. Fukurodani Gakuen. Other Mother. Asami. Akiko.â You began to roll call each person you knew. At least the very important ones.
âAre those names?â Shoto asked softly.
âYeah.â
âI have a lot of questions but I know you deserve to rest.â He carefully placed his index finger on your cheek to make you stare at him. Seeing how pale and spaced out you were, he motioned for you to scoot over and give him space. Giving him enough room to lay down, you allowed him to pull you into his arms. âIâm all ears if you want to vent it out.â
âIâŠâ Making yourself comfortable, you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The warmth his body gave was as comforting as ever. Closing your eyes, you began to absentmindedly play with his shirt. âAm I going crazy, Shoto? Everything felt real. Thereâs no way Iâm capable of creating something that vast in my head.â
âWere those the names of the people you encountered?â
âYeah. A few of them. Shoto?â
âHm?â
âWhat did my mom and dad do?â
âWellâŠâ Blinking his thoughts he wasnât sure whether he should share it or not. âThey were planning to get you back forcefully after 3 days. Whether Bakugo or Midoriya were fine with it or not.â
âHm⊠I guess nothingâs changed. Truth be told I was kinda expecting something like this to happen.â Wrapping your arm around his body, you allowed your mind to wander what was happening on the other side. Did they remember you? Now that you werenât there, did the you from the pictures emerge?
âDonât overthink. Nothing good comes from that.â Turning to face you, he began to pat the back of your head. Despite the countless times heâs done that gesture, he had to admit he was still stiff as a board when it came to affectionate cuddles. âGo to sleep. Iâll see what I can do to help when you wake up.â
âIâm sorry for bringing more drama into your life.â You chuckled as you savored the safety Todoroki Shoto offered. âYou have more than enough on your plate.â
âI donât mind. Just donât go on by thinking you donât belong here.â Resting his lips on the crown of your head, he took a moment and blinked his thought process. The slight increase of his heartbeat was a bit off. Thinking it was due to the coffee he had a few hours ago, he shook his head and closed his eyes. âIâll always be here. You mean more to me than youâll ever know.â
âI know~â
You werenât sure how many hours you slept but it still hadnât sunken in that you woke up next to a sleeping Todoroki. Still in the nurseâs office, you sat up and examined your body. It was only now how you saw the amount of tubes and hoses that pierced your rather weak torso.
Looking across your bed, the machine that had transported Bakugo and Deku stood out like a sore thumb. You could tell it wasnât the handy work of any of the support students. Staring at the capsules, your eyes followed the connected hose till your vision rested on your chest. It did occur to you that perhaps your heart was the center of your quirk, you just never took it seriously.
âHow ironic.â You commented.
Feeling the bed shifting, you glanced over your shoulder and admired how fast asleep your friend was. Remembering that BakuDeku were still in the room, the hospital curtain prevented you from searching for them. Recovery Girl must have given you privacy when you two fell asleep.
Focusing on your palms, you activated your quirk. It truly felt amazing to know your powers were back to the way they were. Yet, being used to not having to rely on it was a whole different story. It may have been 2 months on this side of the world but it would probably be much easier to be relying on your quirk than not.
Slowly laying back down, you rested on your side and stared at the sleeping Shoto. Fixing his bangs, an image of Akaashi sleeping flashed in your mind. Compared to Shotoâs soft features, Akaashi was gifted with rather sharp ones.
What was he doing now? Were his thoughts or memories wiped clean? The last words you said before waking up was his name to add to your growing list of problems.
âDonât cry.â Drowned in your thoughts, you hadnât realized that Shoto had woken up. Meeting his eyes, there was nothing but sadness and sincerity.
Wiping the tears with his sleeve, he kept his right palm open. Using his quirk, he began to form little snowflakes.
âYouâve gotten better~â You sniffled. A small smile resting on your tear stained face. If there was one thing you two kept a secret, it was how Shoto couldnât create detailed snowflakes. On a good day, he could form a few lumps of soft snow but this time, he had managed to create intricate patterns large enough for the eyes to see.
âFound some spare time to practice. It took a while but I realized that I had to incorporate a bit of heat into the mix. Itâs pretty, is it not?â
âIt is.â
âI wonât ask why you stopped trying to communicate with us here.â He began. âBakugo and Midoriya managed to send a message about what was happening to them. I was honestly relieved that you were doing fine. But it annoyed how I couldnât do anything.â
âYou did what you could, Tododorky~â You poked his cheek. âJust give me a few days and Iâll answer your questions alright?â
âAlright.â
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a/n:
Iâm back :D
I posted much later than anticipated and Iâm really sorry to keep all of you waiting :( My schedule was just so jam packed and I just couldnât insert the time to write. If I did, I only managed to squeeze in a few sentences before I gave up due to stress and hatred of whatever the fuck is happening to the company Iâm working in -_-
Iâve been feeling quite low these past few days and itâs really making me question whether or not the stories I make are worth reading :( Iâm still tired as it is but it wouldnât be me if I didnât try to make things better than they are :]
that being said, the next upload date is a bit blurry but I will do my very best to upload back to my original schedule! :)
i hope all of you enjoy your day and this chapter! :) it ainât much but i tried T.T
#akaashi keiji#akaashi keiji x reader#akaashi haikyuu#haikyuu akaashi#haikyuu x reader#bnha x haikyuu
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the fic you wrote for my last prompt was amazing, ty đ can you do 50 + 56 this time please? and if you want to work in dyslexic!steve too that would be awesome! đ„°
You are speaking my fuckinâ language, dyslexic Steve is my ABSOLUTE jam. Honestly, whenever I write Steve, heâs dyslexic, although sometimes itâs not mentioned because itâs not important to Harryâs journey @ jk rowling
Thank you for your request! Iâm really glad you liked the other one I wrote! Youâre anonymous so I donât know which one that is but I really enjoyed writing them all! Sorry for my manic energy rn.
Something a little different, itâs modern au! This is probably nothing like what you were thinking so Iâm sorry, but I kinda love it ngl.
50: Secret Admirer
56: âI donât know if I should be flattered or offended.â
Prompt list!
Billy spent three and a half hours reading through every single tweet on the account.
There were so fucking many of them. The earliest one was timestamped from four days ago, so obviously, this person had no life outside of tweeting.
Tweeting about Billy.
He had a few personal favorites. He had retweeted them to his account, figuring may as well play it up, make a joke outta everything.
@ImHardForHargrove: sorry WHOMST gave you the RIGHT to have eyes that fuckin blue im YELLING
@ImHardForHargrove: watchin u play basketball is a religious experience y are ur arms so BIG hhnnnng
And Billyâs absolute favorite, which he pinned right at the top of his account
@ImHardForHargrove: ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass ass
Billy knew he looked good. Knew he turned heads wherever he went. He did that on purpose. But realizing someone at Hawkins High had set up a thirst account for him, well.
âI donât know if I should be flattered or offended.â Billy had explained the situation to Robin, letting her go through the account on his phone. âLike, Itâs kinda nice, whoever this guy is, heâs got a crush. But also like, Itâs kinda creepy. Plus heâs objectifying me,â Billy was talking through his sandwich.
Robin made a face of disgust. âWhy do you keep saying âheâ? All of the girls in this fucking school are practically drooling for you.â
âHard for Hargrove, Robin. I know youâre like, revolted by the peen and whatever but that does not excuse a lack of basic sexual education and anatomy.â She gagged at him. Honest to God, gagged. He thought she was gonna spew all over the table.
âIf I ever hear you call it a peen ever again, itâs on sight Hargrove.â Heather plopped herself down next to Robin, kissing her cheek before zeroing in on Billyâs phone, still in Robinâs hand.
âHave you guys worked out who it could be yet?â Her eyes were wide at Billy.
âBilly says he thinks its a guy even though people with penises arenât necessarily men.â Robin gave him a pointed look.
âYeah Robin, I know that, but, I donât know I just think itâs a guy penis-having person.â
Heather narrowed her eyes at him. âDo you actually think that, or are you just hoping in that goblin little brain of yours that this account is Steve Harringtonâs.â Billy could feel the heat spread down his neck.
âBilly, I know Steve is like, the only out guy in this whole fucking town, but you can do way better than him. PLUS, I feel like it makes more sense if the person running this account wasnât out and had to channel their gay yearning through social media.â
âFirst of all Robin, you have this vendetta against Steve that I donât get. Heâs a nice guy. Heâs kinda dopey, kinda dumb, but heâs like, sweet and shit. Second, Iâm not out, so it still could be him because he doesnât think I would, like, accept his advances or whatever. Hence, gay internet yearning.â The chime of the bell sent them packing their lunches, Billyâs phone vibrated in Robinâs hand. She rolled her eyes when he realized he turned on notifications for the account
âGet a fucking life you loser.â She slapped the phone into his hand. He opened the new tweet with embarrassing zeal.
@ImHardForHargrove: i saw u talking with ur mouth full and it was yucky but i was still đ„șđ„ș
His head shot up, trying to see who would have been facing him during lunch, but the cafeteria was almost empty.
The rest of the week Billy took deliberate care of every interaction he had with anyone. Observing who was in his surroundings, and making note of everything he did and said. He took extra caution around Steve, wanting to spot any minute detail that could give away who ran the account.
The account started blowing up. People were retweeting like fucking crazy. Everywhere he went, he was being asked if heâs seen it, like he doesnât regularly retweet the good ones. The search for the owner of the account had spread throughout the whole school. A few girls even tried to claim the account was theirs, but every time that happened the account would tweet out something to discredit whoever made the claim, proving them a liar.
Billy was starting to lose hope it was Harrington. The tweets were coming at all different times, posted whenever the person thought about it, so Billy was losing track of who was near when he said or did something. And the tweets were always about stupid stuff Billy didnât register doing. On Wednesday night the account said
@ImHardForHargrove: hi when you chew on your pencil and it makes me đ„Ž that is all thx for comin to my ted talk
Friday afternoon gave them all:
@ImHardForHargrove: walked past ur classroom and u were asleep ive never wanted to CUDDLE someone so bad in my LIFE
But Saturday, Saturday renewed all hope for Harrington Billy could possibly have. Lauren Kranz was throwing a party. It was the first real rager in a while, so everyone was there, and everyone was sloshed. Everyone but Billy, whoâd agreed to be designated driver for Robin and Heather like some kinda idiot.
He was brooding on the back porch when his phone went off. The account was active, and the owner was drunk.
@ImHardForHargrove: I can seeeeee u oyt the windw I wan u 2 FUC ME. RAW DOG.
@ImHardForHargrove: srry ur so beauitiful nd THICCC
@ImHardForHargrove: I wana shoot my shot but idk if u lik bois
@ImHardForHargrove: (ys i am boi)
@ImHardForHargrove: nd i dont wana get my heart broken agin đ„
He was right about it being a guy. He was right about him being too nervous to approach him outright. His brain was screaming stevestevesteve at him. Hawkins was shook when Steve came out as bisexual in his sophomore year. He was the golden boy, a real jock. He was NOT the kind of guy people would assume queer in a small midwestern town.
He was kind of a douchebag, dumping one girl for another, sleeping with her and never calling again. But then he settled down with this guy from the University of Indianapolis for a few months until Steve caught him cheating. Apparently, he had slashed the guyâs tires. Billy was impressed.
The next year came Wheeler, who only stuck around long enough to make sure Steve was nice and whipped before she fucked off on him too. So Steve retreated. Spent more time with middle schoolers than anybody else. Didnât want to put his heart on the line anymore until he knew it wouldnât be stomped on. Billy could respect that.
Billy couldnât risk being out in a town like Hawkins. Word always had a way of getting right back to his dad, and in a tiny hick town with nothing better to do than gossip, it was usually only a matter of hours before Neil heard something he didnât like.
@ImHardForHargrove: srry 4 bad typing rn. drunk nd dysl exic renât a happy combo
Billyâs heart stopped. The drunken idiot was giving himself away. Maybe if he sat here staring at the account long enough, enough would be revealed he could figure it all out like a shitty drunk episode of Blueâs Clues.
He was so focused on Twitter, refreshing his feed, again and again, he didnât notice a very drunk, and very unsteady Steve Harrington stumbling out the back door towards him. Until he crashed into his back.
âSorry, Bill!â Billy had Steve by the shoulders trying to keep him upright. âHeyy I have a question for you.â Steve grabbed one of Billyâs hands and veered over to the table and chairs arranged neatly on the small patio. When they were sitting, Steve kept ahold of Billyâs hand.
âHi.â Steve was smiling like a little kid. Billy was in fucking love.
âhey, Harrington. What was your question.â
âSo-oo. I have this friend. A very good friend. Super close. And he has a big olâ crush on you but heâs too scared to ask you himself because he keeps getting his heart fuckinâ broken so he wanted me to ask. Are you into guys?â Itâs a miracle Billy understood any of that, every word blending into the next.
âThat depends.â Billy leaned in, running his tongue along his bottom lip. He saw Steve take in a sharp breath, following the movement with his glazed eyes. He knew Steve was talking about himself, he just wanted to rile him up a little. Make him blush first. âThis friend youâre talkinâ about. Heâs our age? Like youâre not trying to set me up with one aâ your kids, right?â Steve physically recoiled.
âNO, you fuckinâ pedo. Iâm NOT trying to set you up with a fuckinâ, fuckinâ middle schooler. My friend is, uh eighteen. Heâs a senior.â Unless Tommy fuckinâ H. suddenly had a penchant for dick Billy didnât know about, Steve was 100% talking about himself.
âWell, if heâs as pretty as you are, Iâd love to go out with him sometime.â Billy winked. Steve went red.
âOkay, but like, does that mean youâd go out with me? Like Iâm as pretty as me, right? Because I was talking about me. Not âa friendâ I was talking about me. Steve.â
âYeah, I kinda figured that out. You know, I was hoping it was you running that Twitter. Any time youâd tweet out something you wanted to do with me, I was always picturinâ doing it with you, Baby.â Billy was practically purring. âEspecially all the shit you wanted me to do TO you.â Steve gave something between a whine and a groan and flopped himself onto Billyâs lap, straddling him with very little grace.
âThank God. âCause youâre so fucking hot Iâd let you do anything to me. Anything, Bill.â Billy smiled softly at him.
âThen let me take you home. Let me put you in bed to sleep off all this. And let me take you to breakfast tomorrow. Something nice and greasy for your hangover tummy.â Steve was a puddle in Billyâs lap. âCâmon, Drunky, git your ass up.â Steve just giggled and muttered Drunky Skunky under his breath.
Billy sighed and stood up, hefting Steve up with him.
âBil-ly,â Steve whined. âYouâre so strong, this is so fucking hot. I gotta tweet about this.â
âTweet it later, Sweet Thing.â
It took Billy for-fucking-ever to find Robin and Heather (they were making out in the basement with the stoners). But Steve chirped and cooed into his ear, so happy Billy could lift him and hold him like it was nothing.
The last tweet from the account was timestamped from Sunday evening.
@ImHardForHargrove: Hi this is Steve. Billyâs my boyfriend now đ„°#ThirstWorks
#I'm gonna reblog this in the morning too#Im v proud of it I want people to SEE IT#harringrove#steve harrington#steve harrington x billy hargrove#billy hargrove x steve harrington#billy hargorve#modern au#modern harringrove#yikes writes#harringrove prompts#Harringrove Prompts list#harringrove prompt fill#prompt fill#prompt fic
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PROMPTS!! I want a pumpkin picking date with Kara pouting a lot bec Lena said they canât just casually take the 800lbs pumpkin home. Bonus points if Lena caves and ends up paying some guy enough money to buy it and supergirl flies it back to their apartment to carve it. Maybe it canât fit through the door?? Iâm not sure.
(Oh my WORD, it took forever and a day to get this to post but I did it, dammit! @valkyrieskwad , this one's for you! Cross-posting it on Ao3!!)
"You want to what?"
Kara grins and bounces in place, totally unperturbed by Lena's decided lack of enthusiasm. "Pumpkin picking! There's a patch, like, an hour away. It's so cute, I follow them on Instagram, and everyone looks like they're having so much fun in the pictures! It's almost Halloween, too, so we need to go soon or all the good ones will be gone."
"The good ones�"
"Pumpkins, Lena! Pumpkins! C'mon, please?"
"Isn't this exactly the sort of thing Alex makes fun of people for? Being basic?"
"Alex doesn't know what fun is if there aren't guns involved, so who cares? Please, babe? Be basic with me!"
Lena arches a brow at her, already caving under the weight of her girlfriend's boundless enthusiasm and the rare (and doubtlessly strategic) use of 'babe'. "Is it a muddy field?" she asks suspiciously.Â
"Uh⊠wear boots?" Kara tries, still smiling. "We can take the baby. He'd love it, and we need to work on socializing him, right?"
Lena turns her attention to the little white puppy snoozing on her lap, running a hand over his back absently. "I mean, yes, we do, but a farm?"
Kara's affronted, or at least playing at it. "Uh, I halfway grew up on a farm, thank you."
"And look what's happened because of it."
Kara laughs, shaking her head, somehow charmed even though Lena knows that she's being a brat about this whole thing. "Why do you hate pumpkin picking?"
"I don't like doing things unless I'm already good at them."
Kara scoffs at this. "You can't be bad at picking pumpkins, Lena. It's just like when you were a kid."
The long stretch of silence at this is telling.Â
"Lena," Kara says slowly, "have- have you ever been to a pumpkin patch?"
"I buy pumpkin at the store in a can, like a regular person. Half the work, half the price."
"But you can't carve a can of pumpkin puree!"
More silence. Krypto wakes up, shakes his whole roly-poly little body, and lays back down for another nap, snuffling as Lena rubs between his ears.
"Lena. Please tell me you've carved a pumpkin."
"I- I've seen people do it, so-"
"Oh my GOD."
"Kara-"
"What- what did you do at Halloween? No pumpkins! That's like half the fun, aside from all the candy and costumes, andâŠ" Horror spreads across her face almost as fast as a creeping red flush spreads over Lena's. "Honey. Sweetie. Baby. Please, please tell me that your childhood included just one iteration of a normal American HalloweenâŠ?"
"Define normal..."
Kara jumps up from the couch, fuming. "I'm gonna punch your mom in the boob. Is it Tuesday? They do visits at the prison on Tuesdays, right? Because, like, I know she's in prison, repaying her debt to society, or whatever, but I'm still gonna go punch her in the boob."
Lena grabs Kara's hand, tugging her to a halt. "Alright, first of all, I appreciate and share the sentiment. Second, please never put your hands anywhere near my mother's boobs. Third, we're gonna stop talking about my mother's boobs, forever. Starting now."
"That's just⊠why does she suck so bad. Like, so, so badly, she sucks as a person. So bad. Badly sucks."
"Okay, yeah, you're doing that thing where you're so mad you make word puzzles, so I need you to sit down and hold this puppy." Lena lifts Krypto (who growls his fiercest growl and bites her fingers for disrupting his 18th nap of the day) and pushes him into Kara's arms, gratified when she instantly melts, just a little. "Better?"
"Yeah." She heaves a sigh and drops onto the couch beside Lena once more. "Look, if you really don't want to, we don't have to. But it is fun, and it is a disgustingly cute couple-y thing to do, which I know you love even if you pretend you don't."
Lena scoffs. "Prove it."
"You drag me into every photobooth you see and have a collection of all the photos in your desk at work."
Lena flushes a little more, knowing that she's been caught. "It's fun?" she asks quietly, spinning her chunky silver ring around and around on her finger.
"So fun. And it's a good excuse to get out of the city for the day." Kara scoots close, tipping her head so it knocks lightly against Lena's. "Instead of beating up your mom, what if we just make sure you get to do all the stuff you missed, like pumpkin patches and carving Jack-o-lanterns, and all that jazz?"
Lena considers this. "So, we're doing this at least partly to spite my mother?"
Kara beams at her. "Yep! You're gonna get all muddy doing something frivolous just because it's fun. She'd hate it."
"When are we going?"
It's a few days later that they're piled into a borrowed pick-up truck and coasting out of the city in the early morning. Lena has relented the wheel, for once, conceding that she hates driving outside the city and she has no idea where they're going. At least Kara was right about one thing- Krypto is already having a blast, trying his best to stick his entire upper body out the window, and yipping in annoyance when Lena continuously pulls him back into the cab.
One benefit, though, is Kara in what she calls her 'farm clothes', a heretofore undiscovered genre that involves a sturdy and well-loved pair of leather boots, what is clearly a men's flannel shirt tucked into a pair of faded jeans secured with a heavy leather belt, and a goddamn trucker hat.
Lena's really annoyed at how much this look is working for Kara.
Totally annoyed. No other emotion. Or like, squirmy feelings about it in general.
None at all.
"... and of course we'll get some breakfast- hot cider and doughnuts sound good to you?"
Lena blinks, realizes that Kara's been chattering this whole time. "What was that?"
"I asked how you feel about getting some breakfast. You okay? You're kinda spacey today."
"Says the girl from space," Lena snarks.
Kara rolls her eyes, amused. "That joke was only funny the first hundred times."
"Still makes me laugh."
"Fine, fine. But you're good? 'Cause I can hear you thinking, over there."
"I'm good, I just⊠is it stupid that I'm nervous?"
Kara takes her hand and gives it a squeeze. "Not at all. But you don't need to be nervous or anxious, because it's fun. Okay?"
Lena nods. "Okay." She shifts a bit on the old-school bench seat in the truck. "Why did we borrow this thing, again? My cars are a lot more comfortable."
"Well, Frank would yell at me if I got mud all over one of your cars."Â
Lena snorts. "He would not, he loves you."
"And, this way, we can get a big one." There's an almost manic gleam in Kara's eyes that's distinctly disturbing.Â
Lena chooses not to ask questions.Â
It is not a muddy field.Â
The dirt road they pull onto doesn't look all that promising at first, but the pumpkin patch itself is pretty, in a rustic, outdoorsy sort of way. Even early in the day there's a decent crowd here, and Kara grins at the sight of the picturesque red barn a ways away cheerfully advertising cider and doughnuts inside. "Nice! I hoped they'd still be doing the cider and stuff!" She hops out of the truck and rounds the front to help Lena down- whoever this behemoth belongs to had installed a lift-kit to it, and it's a fair few feet to the ground.
"I thought this was a pumpkin patch?"
"Well, yeah, but there's an orchard next door or something, so they have apples and pumpkins. And pears, apparently. Ha! A-PEAR-ently! I'm funny," Kara cackles, settling her hands on Lena's hips.
"You're lucky you're so cute," Lena snorts and scoops Krypto up, bracing a hand on Kara's shoulder as she's lifted easily out of the truck and onto the ground. "But you being able to just pick me up like that? Always a turn-on."
Kara laughs, loud and surprised as a flush creeps up her neck. "Good to know."
Lena smirks and sets Krypto onto the ground, and their day begins.
"So," Lena drawls, chewing an admittedly delicious cinnamon cider doughnut, "what constitutes a good pumpkin?"
"Well, obviously, you don't want a squishy one."
"Obviously."
"Tiny ones are cute, but it's really hard to carve them."
"Noted."
"Other than that, it's all personal preference. I say go big or go home, Alex likes the really round ones, Eliza likes hers to be smooth, and Jeremiah loved ugly pumpkins."
"Ugly pumpkins...?"
"Oh, yeah, like, the weirder and bumpier the better. He was really good at carving them, so he could do, like, super cool faces and stuff. He made a witch one time that was really creepy."
Lena pushes up onto her toes to plant a kiss on Kara's cheek. "He sounds like a fun dad."
Kara smiles a little sadly. "He was."Â
Sensing a rapid downshift in mood, Lena resolves to perk the fuck up. "So! We did doughnuts for breakfast- which I strongly suspect was your real motivation for this little ventureâŠ"
Kara's mouth drops open in shock, but her eyes are sparkling with humor. "I would never!"
"Sure. So, as long as the pumpkin isn't soft, it's fair game?"
"Yup! Go nuts! I couldn't get a pumpkin last year, because of that guy from Yavin IV, I'm gonna get a big one this year to make up for it."
Lena fixes her with a look. "Not too big, though, right?"
Kara smiles innocently, letting Krypto tug her a pace or two ahead. "Of course not."
Lena sighs.Â
Kara really is a terrible liar.
"Lena."
Upon seeing what's caught her attention, Lena nearly drops her own perfectly round pumpkin. "No. Under no circumstances are we getting that one."
Kara's starry-eyed as she stares up at the truly gargantuan squash before her. "It's beautiful."
Lena strongly disagrees- this pumpkin is decidedly ugly, misshapen and lumpy and a shade that's not quite orange or green, but a rather sickly combination of both.
But what it lacks in general aesthetic appeal, it more than makes up for in sheer size. It's wider than Lena is tall, likely taller than she is, too, and is, in general, what Winn would call 'a threateningly large vegetable'. It's on a little platform, a plaque proudly boasting that it'd won some award or other at the state fair a week or so ago. And also its weight:
One thousand two hundred eighteen pounds.Â
Lena tries for reason. "Kara. Darling. Love of my life. This⊠thing won a prize. They bred it especially to be giant. There is absolutely no way they're going to sell it to two city-slickers."
And then it happens. After almost a year of dating, and several years of friendship, Lena is well aware of Kara's pout, and especially aware of her own susceptibility to it. She can almost sense when it's about to happen, these days, and she senses it coming now, tries to steal herself against it.
But it's no use. Kara, she could maybe handle. Maybe. But when she bends and scoops up their three-month old puppy to help her pout, Lena is powerless against the assault.
"Alright, that was unnecessary," she complains. "No using our son like that. He doesn't even know why he's pouting."
"But is it working?" Kara asks, hiding her face behind Krypto's and talking in the goofy voice she reserves for narrating his thoughts.
Lena groans, because yes, of course it's fucking working. "No. Kara, they worked hard to make that... gourd. Can't you get another one?"
"I mean, I can," she agrees, peeking over Krypto's head so just her eyes show. "But think about how awesome that's gonna look when I carve it."
Lena sighs. "Kara, they're using it as a draw to get people to come here."
"They're making it like a display in a zoo. People just come and point at it! We can give it a loving home!"
Lena arches a brow. "You literally just said that you want to cut it open, scoop out its insides, and carve it.."
"Well, yeah, but like, lovingly."
Lena snorts, knowing she's lost. "Fine! Fine, we can go ask."
Kara cheers, hopping a bit in excitement and darting forward to press her lips to Lena's in a silly, smiley kiss.
As predicted, the farmer is initially reluctant to sell his prize pumpkin. "It's not the money," he clarifies hastily when Lena doubles her offer for the damn stupid pumpkin. "I need the seeds, to plant next year. I won big at the fair this year, and with those I'd have a hell of an advantage next season. You understand?"
"What if we save the seeds and bring them to you?" Kara offers earnestly. "I can drive them out whenever."
The farmer looks skeptical at this, but Kara's offer doesn't waver under his glare, and he sighs, reaching out to shake Lena's hand and seal the deal. "Fine. Only because your girl is cute."
Lena huffs out a laugh, and Kara positively beams at him. "Thanks so much!"
"But Jake has the tractor out in the maze right now, won't be back for an hour or so to move it for ya."
Kara's grin only widens. "Don't worry, I called a friend for help moving it."
The farmer shrugs, and Lena groans, knowing that one spectacle at the pumpkin patch is about to be replaced by another.Â
Lena hands the farmer his due for his prize pumpkin, and he turns away before she calls out, catching his attention.
"Sorry, I almost forgot, how much for this one?"
He eyes the normal-sized, perfect pumpkin in Lena's arms and his mouth quirks up in a grin. "For you? On the house."
Supergirl makes a very showy entrance, to the delight of most in attendance (the exceptions being a 74-year old man who thinks anyone who flies should have to get a license, and her girlfriend who is rolling her eyes fondly and wrestling to keep their puppy from revealing her secret identity), landing with a flourish. She smiles brightly at the crowd waving and laughing, high-fiving anyone who offers before shouldering the massive gourd. "Sorry, guys, I'm on a very important mission. Support local farms!"Â
Lena snorts, loudly, and Supergirl takes off into the air as her ears turn a little pink.Â
The farmer sidles up to Lena at the back of the crowd, looking a little star-struck. "Wow."
Lena grins, dropping a kiss to Krypto's nose and blowing in his face when he nips at her chin. "Yeah," she agrees. "Wow about sums it up."
The truck rides notably lower on the trip back, the massive pumpkin weighing down the truck bed probably more than is entirely safe.
"So, how was your first trip to the pumpkin patch?" Kara asks with a grin.
"I hated it," Lena deadpans, cradling Krypto in one arm and her pumpkin in the other. On the seat between them are three dozen doughnuts, four gallons of cider, and three bottles of hard cider the farmer's wife had slipped into their bags with a wink.
Overall, it's been a very pleasant experience.Â
"Oh yeah?"
"Absolutely awful. Hated everything."
"What was the worst part?"
Lena reaches over, grabbing Kara's hand and threading their fingers together. "Spending it with you."
Kara clicks her tongue, shakes her head. "Yeah, that sounds awful. I'm a pain in the butt."
"Yeah. You're kinda cute, though, so I guess it's fine."
Kara chuckles, brings their clasped hands to her mouth and kisses Lena's knuckles. "Good news for me."
Lena smiles, turning her attention back to the window and watching as fields fairly fly by, the low sound of Kara singing in the background making this almost unbearably perfect.Â
Almost.
"Um⊠so, funny storyâŠ"
Lena arches a brow expectantly, and Kara scuffs her red boots on the floor. "Oh?"
"Yeah. So, the thing is, I tried everything, with the pumpkin, and⊠it won't fit through the door. None of the doors. Or any of the windowsâŠ"
Lena bonds at the waist and laughs until she cries.
That year starts a long-running and much beloved tradition, wherein a truly massive and skillfully-carved pumpkin appears in L-Corp's opulent lobby the first weekend of every October. It later years, it's joined by other, smaller ones, dozens, carved by the children of employees, including those of the CEO herself.Â
It's a family tradition, after all.
#ask me#supercorp#i geeked so hard when I saw this was from one of my very favorite writers#full-on squeaked#prompts!
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A Manhattan Tale - Seonghwa (5)
Parts: 5 of ?
Masterlist HERE
Genre: Chef!Seonghwa, FormerDrugdealer!Seonghwa, FormerKingpin!Hongjoong, Bad boy/ Good Girl kinda??
Warnings: Love interest is a Black Female, mentions of sexual intercourse, swearing, eventual smut, mentions of betrayal, Angst, Mentions of drugs
Requested: yes
NOTE: This fic does NOT, in any way, shape, or form, portray the way I view any member of Ateez nor does it depict their true personalities or actions. This AU is just that. An AU. All family members are FICTIONAL.
Seonghwa stormed into Lincoln Hospital, Zelie right on his tail.
âIâm looking for Minjoon Kim.â He told the front desk.
âAre you family?â The woman asked.
âYes.â
âName?â
âSeonghwa Park.â
âAre you sure youâre family?â
âAre you sure that DIY wig is actually up to par?â Seonghwa narrowed his eyes.
âThe woman cleared her throat, looking back at her screen. âRoom 201. Take the elevator on your right one flight up, walk to the end of the hall and take a left. Third door on your right.â She fished out a bright yellow pass from a folder and placed it on the counter. âTake this. Once your visit is over, just bring it back.â She said, refusing to meet Seonghwaâs gaze.
He smiled sweetly. âWasnât so hard, was it? Thank you!â He gestured for Zelie to follow him.
âDo you have to be mean to everyone?â Zelie rolled her eyes.
âIâve said worse things. I did her a favor. Did you see her frontal?â
Zelie shook her head. âHow do you even know these things?â
âSantana talks a lot.â Seonghwa pressed the elevator button, and they both got on. They walked down the hall, Seonghwaâs footsteps quickening the closer they got. He broke into a light jog as they turned the corner.
They made it to room 201, where Hongjoong and Santana were already sitting, and Soojin was in Minjoonâs arms on the bed. Minjoon was badly bruised. Red, black, and purple stained his skin, and his eye was swollen. He had on an oxygen mask and was connected to an IV. Despite all of that, he still looked strong.
Seonghwa approached the bed, placing his hand on Minjoonâs head. âWhat happened to you, kid?â He asked, and for the first time in years, he teared up. Minjoon looked up at him, turning away when his eyes started to water. The interaction caused Soojin to burst into tears, hiding her face in Minjoonâs chest.
âIâll take her to go get some ice cream,â Santana said, pulling Minjoon off the bed.
âNO! I want to stay with Minjoon! He canât be alone again!â
âWeâre not going home, baby. Weâre just gonna go get some ice cream and come back. Why donât you bring him some? Heâll get better faster.â Santana said.
Soojin turned to look at Minjoon, who nodded and gave her a weak smile. âOkay, letâs go.â She said, holding Santanaâs hand.
Once they were out of hearing range, Hongjoong spoke up. âEMT said it was physical assault. He was on his date, and someone came up behind him and attacked him with a bat. He tried to fight the guy off but he froze due to a panic attack. The guy had on a hood, he didnât get a good look. His date is traumatized. Sheâs the one that called 911. She just left.â
Seonghwa ran a hand down his face. âThese fuckers are getting bold. In broad daylight?â
Hongjoong shrugged. âStill donât know who the fuck is doing this. Lil-â He stopped abruptly, turning to look at Zelie.
âShe knows,â Seonghwa said.
âEverything?â
âI spared her the details, but yeah.â
âYouâre still here?â Hongjoong asked.
Zelie shrugged. âI feel that dealing doesnât make you a terrible person, especially when you have a reason for doing so and you at least try to redeem yourself. That goes for you too, HJ. Neither of you are bad people.â
âLooks like you hit the jackpot,â He smirked at Seonghwa, who rolled his eyes. âI appreciate that, Zelie. As I was saying, everything Lil Mike has found out points to One Eye, but he canât find solid proof if itâs really him or just a copycat. Once we have damning evidence, we can make calculated moves.â
âMinjoon, you said you fought back before your panic attack?â Seonghwa asked.
Minjoon nodded.
âDid you scratch the person?â
He nodded again.
âI see where youâre going with this. Please donât tell me youâre going to see who I think you are.â Hongjoong said, exasperated.
âWe need the help, donât we?â Seonghwa asked, taking a look at Minjoonâs fingernails. âLooks like there are some skin cells under there. Whoever it is, you got them good. If the test brings up a match, the person should also have some marks that line up.â He walked around the room, searching for cotton swabs.
âI donât get it. Whoâs he going to see?â Zelie asked.
âLooks like Loverboy left that part of his life out of the briefing he gave you. His last girlfriend cheated on him with a doctor way older than her. They were in high school. She went to college for forensic examining. She works at the precinct across town.â
âYouâre going to see your ex?â Zelie asked, trying her best not to seem bothered.
âYou two sound like Iâm taking her on a date. I could care less about her musty ass. Iâm trying to figure this shit out. I want this shit to stop.â He used cotton swabs to carefully clean Minjoonâs fingernails. âThey can fuck with me, but Minjoon? Entirely too far. Zelie and I are gonna head to the precinct now to see if Breana is there.â
âMe? Why am I going?â
âWell, the obvious answer is because since your house was vandalized and you still have a gunshot wound, Iâm kind of your bodyguard. But, since everyone is so skeptical about me seeking Breanaâs help, you can be my witness that there are no feelings on my part whatsoever. And plus, I know you see me as your boyfriend that isnât really your boyfriend. My sister said that shit all the time about every guy growing up.â He placed the swabs in a glove, tying it tightly.
âI knew I recognized that voice.â
Everyone turned to see a raven-haired woman with a large baby bump in a white lab coat.
Seonghwa looked like heâd seen a ghost. âHJ, Iâll call you if anything. Minjoon, anything you need, text me. Iâll be here. Zelie, we should get going.â
âHwa, itâs me. Minseo, your si-â
âI know who you are. I was just leaving. No need to kick me out of the hospital too.â
âHwa, Iâm sorry!â
âMy nameâs Seonghwa. And you should be sorry. Sorry that you grew up to be a heartless bitch. Zelie, weâre leaving.â
Minseo turned to Zelie. âYou must be the girlfriend! Youâre so beautiful-â
Seonghwa grabbed her hand, pulling her close. âDonât talk to her.â
âSeonghwa, thereâs actually something I came to ask you. Iâve tried tracking you down, but you didnât exactly have a number or address last time I saw you. Iâm pregnant.â
âI can tell. Congratulations.â
âI wanted to know if youâd like to come to the baby shower? This isnât me asking you for anything monetary. You donât even have to bring anything. I just would like to see you there.â
âAfter embarrassing me at your practice, you think I want to be at your house? I donât even want to be in the same room as you. Tracking me down wouldnât have been such a problem if you took the stick out your ass and took a trip back to The Bronx every once in a while. But youâre too good, right? Letâs go, Zelie.â He walked out of the room, holding Zelie tightly by his side.
They made it down to the front desk, where Seonghwa slammed the visitors pass down before speeding out of the place.
They get in the car and make it onto the highway in silence before Zelie spoke.
âAre you okay?â
Seonghwa sighed. âYeah. Iâm sorry for losing my cool back there. I just took one look at her and memories came flooding back. The look of disgust from her and her patients. The last shred of hope I had left being torn from me as she kicked me out. The loss of dignity. She made me feel so small that day. She wasnât always like that. It wasnât until she started dating that rich kid husband of hers. Suddenly she couldnât do Pizza Fridays or Sloppy Joe Wednesdays with me anymore. She was all âthatâs a lot of carbs, Hwa.â Started eating kale and going out with his family for sushi night. I was forgotten. And now she decides to remember she has a brother? Why? So she can look good at her bullshit baby shower? Tough luck.â
Zelie spoke up cautiously. âWhat if I went with you?â
âYouâre seriously expecting me to go? Whose side are you on?â
âIf I have to pick, Iâd say the babyâs. What your sister did is despicable and you had every right to lash out at her today, but think about the baby for a sec. This baby is being born into your family. They have no idea what went on before they were born. The baby deserves a chance to know you. What happens when you have kids of your own and Minseoâs kid grows up not knowing they have cousins and an uncle? Thatâs going to be a deep void in the babyâs life. A void only you can fill. Maybe just forget about the baby shower. But Iâd say at least tolerate your sister for the baby, even if you never fully forgive her.â
Seonghwa stayed quiet, not knowing how to respond. He turned up the radio in hopes to fill the awkward silence. 15 minutes later, he pulled into a parking spot.
âCâmon. Weâre here.â
They walk into the precinct, filled with people being handcuffed and policemen going over reports. Seonghwa walked up to the rotunda.
âIâm here to see Dr. Rossi.â
âUnder what circumstances?â The cop asked.
âTell her itâs Park. That she still owes me a favor.â
The cop sighed, picking up the phone and reciting what Seonghwa said to the person on the other line. After a few seconds, he hung up.
âShe said you can head on in. Only one of you.â
Seonghwa wrapped his arm around Zelieâs waist. âThe ladyâs with me. Iâm not leaving her here.â
They walked down the hall into an open office. At the desk sat a fair-skinned woman with natural blond hair and piercing green eyes.
âSeonghwa, to what do I owe this visit?â She smiled smugly.
âI need that favor, Breana.â
âDepends on what it is.â
âNo, it doesnât. I did you the favor last time, and you said youâd owe me. Whatever it takes. So, unless you want your colleagues to know New Yorkâs biggest coke fiend is right down the hall, you better get your ass out of that seat.â
Breana was taken aback. âYouâre showing off because your little friend is here. How cute.â
âNow I know this trick didnât just call me a âlittle friendâ.â Zelie said under her breath.
Seonghwa threw the glove on the desk. âInside are several cotton swabs. I need you to test the skin cells and see if anything pops up.â
She looked at the glove in disgust. âI canât even get a plastic bag?â
âItâs a hospital. Not a deli. They donât exactly have Ziploc bags lying around. Gotta preserve the evidence somehow, right?â
âNot to mention, it sounds to me like you have more than enough plastic baggies already,â Zelie said, sniffing in an exaggerated manner.
Breana chuckled humorlessly. âNobody asked you.â
âI speak when I feel like it. Who gon pop me?â
âLooks like you found someone as rude as you are,â Breana said. âToo bad itâs only a matter of time before he gets bored of you.â
âYou donât know me, honey. I got that thang that keeps him coming back. I donât have to go fuck an old man to be told Iâm the best of the best.â
âListen, bitch. I know how to keep my man.â
âMust be easy. With that big ass age difference, he canât be very fast.â
Breana scowled. âYou sure know how to pick em, Seonghwa.â
Seonghwa smiled. âIsnât she just an angel? So, do we have a deal?â
âYeah, yeah, yeah. Iâll run the tests. Iâll message you once the results come back and see if it matches anyone in our database. Until then, get the fuck out of my office. Next time, come alone.â
âAlone or not, he gon be thinking bout alllll this.â Zelie ran her hands up and down her body. âBye, Powder Nose.â Â She waved.
They walked out of the precinct and back into the car.
âWhat now?â Zelie asked.
âIâm pretty hungry, wanna head to Applebeeâs?â
âYeah, sure. Sounds good.â Zelie nodded. âWe still have time to kill until work.â
âActually, Iâm thinking of closing the restaurant for a little. I canât guarantee itâs safety until the situationâs boiled over. I liked the way you stood your ground against Breana just now. I know she can be an asshole.â
Zelie rolled her eyes. âUgh. Donât say that name. She really tried it.â
âI canât lie. Seeing you that upset was so fucking sexy.â He turned to look at her.
Zelie looked back in shock. âBoy, you better drive before we never make it to Applebeeâs.â She said turning to look out the window.
âMaybe Iâm in the mood to eat something else.â He said, his hand gently squeezing her thigh.
Zelie swatted him away. âMen are just DEVIOUS. I said DRIVE.â She said, making Seonghwa laugh.
Stephie here! So we finally got some type of lead on the suspects. Because this fic is moving so slow (Itâs my fault, I always have too much going on) Itâll probably be a longer AU than Hongjoongâs. Not by a lot, buuuut yeah lol
#ateez#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho#ateez smut#ateez fluff#ateez angst
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fugitives- chap 9
hey guys i finally stowed my shit and yeeted out a chap lol
thanks, as always, to @tommy-boyyy for helping me raise this baby. im sorry ive been a neglectful father
warnings: vomiting mentions, gunshots/death, race kinda panics, spotâs got a Bad Past. tread lightly
ship: eventual ralbert
editing: actually,,,yes. wow
word count: 4672 oml
âSave it. Â Hotshot, take care of him. Â Motherfucker really thinks he can trick the King of Brooklyn.â
âYou got it, boss.â
Snarling, Spot turned away, busying himself with lighting a cigarette as a gunshot rang out behind him, followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground. Â He tried not to wince, his heart hammering in his chest as he turned around to see the druggieâs body, mangled and bloody on the ground.
Bile threatened to rise in his throat, but he ignored it, retaining his neutral expression as he took another drag of his cigarette, deliberately blowing the smoke in the direction of the body.
âAsshole,â he mumbled, flicking the small bag of oregano next to the guyâs head.
âReady to go back?â Hotshot asked, slipping his gun back into the waistband of his jeans.
âMark it first,â Spot snapped, âWeâll leave once you do that.â
Hotshot shifted uncomfortably, prodding the guyâs leg with the toe of his shoe and biting back a gag, âYeah, okay.â
âGet to work,â Spot waved a hand dismissively, âIâll keep watch.â
He averted his eyes from the scene and crossed to the mouth of the alleyway, keeping his arms folded as he scanned the streets. Â He could hear Hotshot spray painting behind him and at one point, the distinct sound of someone vomiting echoed through the space. Â Eventually, Hotshot joined him at his side, hands shaking as he stowed his spray paint can back into his jacket.
They set off back in the direction of Prospectâs base, The Refuge, complete silence ringing between them. Â The streets of Brooklyn seemed to darken, taking on a more sullen tone as they approached the tall, seemingly abandoned building. Â
They entered, voices from other members of Prospect dying down as they walked further in.
Spot sat down at one of the card tables, raising his eyebrows expectantly, âDeal me in.â
Spot dominated several rounds of poker, casually draining everyone of their money. Â Another round was just dealt when a knock at the door sounded. Â Bumlets placed down his cards and got up, extracting his gun out of his jacket as he did so. Â He walked to the door, executing Prospectâs signature knock.
The response knock resonated in return and Bumlets opened the door, gun still raised just in case. Â The room collectively relaxed when Trevor, Prospectâs resident spy, walked in.
He nodded his thanks to Bumlets, then crossed to Spot leaning down behind his chair to speak in his ear, âWe got a situation.â
Spot furrowed his brow, âWhat kind of situation?â
Trevorâs eyes flicked around the room, âAlone.â
Spot nodded, putting his cards down and standing. Â He motioned for Trevor to follow him up the stairs and into his meeting room, which was adorned with nothing more than a few card tables pushed together. Â Spot sat down in one of the chairs that surrounded the table and motioned for Trevor to do the same.
âWhatâs going on?â Spot demanded as soon as they were settled.
âEmpireâs back on their shit,â Trevor bit out, âTraded with me this morning.â
Spot set his jaw, fist clenching on the table, âDo you have any idea who it was?â
âUhh, didnât catch his name, but he was a blondie. Â Curly hair.â
Spotâs nostrils flared as anger and a concoction of other emotions bubbled in his stomach, âHiggins,â he said, his voice low and dangerous, âWas he alone?â
Trevor shook his head, âNah, but you know who Iâm talking about?â
âYes,â Spot closed his eyes for a moment, grinding his teeth, âNot your place to ask.â
Trevor looked down, sheepishly, âSorry, I-â
Spot held up a hand, effectively shutting him up, âWho was he with?â
âUhh, some ginger.â
âGinger?â Spot cocked his head, rifling through the members of Empire that he knew of, but no redheads came to mind.
âYeah, he seemed pretty nervous, too,â Trevor added, âDidnât do any of the talking. Â Seemed to just be along for the ride.â
âAh,â Spot said, trying to process the new information, âWell, thank you for letting me know,â Trevor sat awkwardly for a moment and Spot scowled, âYou can go now.â
Trevor nodded quickly, before standing and hurrying out of the room.
Spot sat back in his chair, propping his feet onto the card table. Â He leaned his head back until he was peering at the ceiling, a million thoughts swimming through his mind. Â His own trade that morning had been in Queens, not far from Trevorâs shop. Â Did that mean that he had been near Race? Â Had Race seen him? Â
He distantly wondered what would have happened if they had seen each other. Â Nothing good, no doubt. Â
Maybe a continuation of their last conversation.
A dull pang of regret hit his gut, slowly manifesting throughout his body. Â He reached into his pocket, extracting a juiced out lighter. Â He ran his thumb over the faded âRâ that was engraved on the side.
With a rush of adrenaline, he chucked it across the room, watching as it broke it half once it made contact with the wall.
XXX
âAre you alright?â
Race hung his head, closing his eyes as he held up his hand to knock on the stage door to The Bowery. Â
âYes,â he sighed, knocking, âLeave it.â
Albert grimaced, closing his mouth as Race knocked. Â He had barely spoken on the entire journey back to Manhattan. Â To say he seemed on edge was an understatement. Â His face was still pale and during their entire Uber ride back, Albert could see a shaky hand lingering near his belt, right where his gun was located. Â
A chorus of shouts rang out down the street, followed by loud cursing. Â It was nothing out of the ordinary for the city, but Race jumped violently, flinching a bit before knocking more desperately.
The door swung open a moment later and the usual precautionary gun pointed out. Â Race whined a little and pushed past whoever was on watch duty at that moment.
âNot in the mood, Jojo,â he mumbled, walking in hurriedly and practically sprinting up the stairs in the direction of the bathrooms.
Jojo watched him go, then turned to Albert, concern and confusion written on his face.
Albert raised his hands, shrugging, âI donât know, bro,â he said, âWe ran into Prospect-â
Jojoâs eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but Albert shook his head.
âWell, we didnât necessarily run into them, but we heard them do a trade near us and they killed some dude. Â Race got pretty spooked.â
Jojo nodded, âYeah, heâs not great âround that stuff.â
âYeah,â Albert said, âI know. Â Donât think it helped that one of the guys was Spot Conlon.â
âWhat!?â Jojo looked horrified and Albert waved his hand for him to be quiet.
âShhh,â He hissed, âbut yeah. Â They didnât see us, though. Â Weâre safe.â
Jojo didnât look convinced, but he dropped the subject anyway, shaking his head as he crossed to the rec room. Â Albert followed him awkwardly, pulling out his phone as they walked in. Â He busied himself in scrolling through Raceâs secret meme account as Jojo perched himself on one of the tables, eyes trained on the TV.
âAh, there it is.â
Albert looked up, his gaze travelling from Jojo to the TV, where a shot of a crime scene was being filmed. Â Sure enough, a covered dead body adorned with the death symbol was located in the alleyway Race and Albert had been beside. Â Albert winced, looking away as flashes of Elmerâs body streaked through his mind. Â He pursed his lips, blinking rapidly as he focused back in on his phone. Â Jojo must have noticed his reaction, because a moment later, the TV turned off.
âWanna play cards?â He asked lightly, holding up a spare deck.
Albert clicked off his phone, slipping it into his back pocket and commending himself for maintaining steady hands.
He shrugged, âSure. Â Are you gonna be as annoying as Race?â
Jojo laughed, already moving to deal out the cards, âNo, Iâm actually pleasant to play with.â
Albert chuckled as he sat down, pulling his cards towards himself and propping his elbows onto the table, âOh, thank god.â
They played several rounds of Rummy, making comfortable conversation as they did so. Â Albert felt himself relaxing more in this time with Jojo than he had in all his time in Empire. Â Jojo was easy-going and collected. Â His calm stature was contagious, momentarily lifting the permanent pit of dread in Albertâs stomach.
But the pit quickly returned when a new voice sounded through the rec room.
âAlbert, may I speak with you a moment?â
Albert blew a breath through his nose, trying to dampen the fresh anger that ignited within him as he turned around.
âWhat, Davey?â he glared, trying to hold his ground against the other man, but Davey seemed entirely unphased, the usual dullness in his eyes as strong as ever.
âCome with me,â he beckoned to Albert, but he made no move to get up. Â Davey let out an exasperated sigh, âJust for a minute, then you can go back to whatever youâre doing.â
Albert remained sitting and Davey took a step further into the room, leaning against the wall.
âI need to know the details of what happened in Queens today and Race is not in a position to answer questions about it right now,â He fixed Albert with a pointed look, âand you were the only other person that was there, so Iâm asking you.â
âFine.â
Davey lead him to the entrance room and sat down. Â Albert stood a few feet away, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he watched Davey.
âYou may sit,â Davey said, linking his hands in front of him.
âNah,â Albert said, âIâm good.â
Davey studied him for a moment, a judgemental eye scanning his features, âVery well,â he sighed, defeated, âTalk me through what happened today. Â Start with the trade.â
Albert rolled his eyes to the ceiling, keeping his gaze aimed upward as he spoke in a monotone voice.
âSo, we got to the trade place on time. I think it was a like furniture store or some shit. Â Anyway, we made the trade with the guy at the counter-â
âDid you catch a name?â Davey inquired.
âUhh,â Albert sifted through his memory, trying to recall who they had met with, âTrevor, I think.â
Davey nodded, motioning for him to continue.
âSo after we did the trade, we went to some, like, convenience store? And on our way out, we heard shit going down-â
âShit going down?â Davey pushed, âThatâs vague. What specifically did you hear?â
âShouting, uh, yeah,â Albert said, âSome guy tried to con some Prospect guys I guess. I think I heard âem accuse him of tryna give oregano instead of weed,â he paused, thinking, âIdiot move by the way. They donât even look the same.â
âAlbert, continue.â
âSorry, sorry, anywho,â He shook his head, getting himself back on track, âSo one guy, who, by the way, Race later told me was Spot Conlon-â
Davey choked, âPardon!?â
âShut up, let me finish,â Albert waved a hand, âHe told another dude to âtake care of himâ and they shot him, so yeah. We ran after that.â
Davey blinked, dumbfounded. Â He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to formulate words, âDid, um, did they see you?â
Albert shook his head, âDidnât even know we were there,â he said, âonly dude who saw us in Queens was the one we traded with.â
Davey seemed satisfied with this answer, âokay, good.â
XXX
Race hurried up the stairs, the world blanking out as he stumbled towards the bathrooms. Â The only thing he could hear was his heart hammering in his chest, thudding relentlessly against his rib cage.
Heâd kept it together all the way back from Queens, narrowly dodging Albertâs prodding questions and concerned glances.
He was fine. Â Really, he was. Â He just hadnât heard a certain, distinguishable Brooklyn accent in a while and he wasnât necessarily equipped to deal with it. Â
Because last time heâd heard that voice, everything had gone to shit. Â Last time heâd heard that voice, his sanity was challenged; his morals were compromised. Â His life as he knew it was-
He shook his head, willing for the wave of memories to leave his goddamn mind. Â Distantly, his knee twanged and he reached down to rub it, his hand grazing over the rough scar underneath his jeans.
âDamnit, Spot,â He muttered as the old wound throbbed with each heartbeat, reminding him painfully of that god-awful day.
He lowered himself to the floor of the bathroom, scooting so that he was leaning against the wall. Â He only just remembered to lock the door. Â He couldnât handle anyone intruding right now. Â
He closed his eyes, using the hand that wasnât holding his knee to scratch at his throat. Â He knew from experience that this was something heâd just have to ride out. Â There was no easy or quick way of dealing with this.
He grit his teeth, trying in vain to keep the more brutal visions out of his brain. Â But it wasnât working.
With a gasp of defeat, he lost himself to his head. Â
XXX
âWe need to discuss him.â
Jack pointed at Albert as he entered the dining hall. Â It was later in the evening and Davey had taken to cooking dinner, which consisted of packaged ramen and fruit snacks. Â Cooking was apparently not his forte.
Albert looked up from his bowl, slurping the noodles into his mouth loudly. Â He shrunk in his seat slightly, feeling overwhelmed by the new attention that was on him. Â He didnât like being around the other guys without Race. Â He felt out of place.
But Race hadnât reappeared since their return, leaving Albert to mill about solo. Â
âWhat about me?â Albert asked, not managing to keep the nerves out of his voice.
Jack ignored him, keeping his attention on Davey, âAnother âLess is Moreâ sign popped up today over by Bleecker Street,â he scrubbed an anxious hand down his face, âWhatever Prospectâs planning is in full swing and we needa put a stop to it sooner rather than later, which means-â
â-Albertâs going to have to get in on their game now.â Davey finished.
âExactly.â Jack slumped down in one of the chairs, stress written in his stature, âBut how weâre gonna do that is the real question.â
Albert busied himself back in his food, plucking a fruit snack out of its bag. Â As much as he hated being talked about as if he werenât there, he knew better than to interrupt.
âHmmm,â Davey tapped his fingers against the table, his eyes wandering as he brainstormed options, âThe trouble is, how can we get Spot to trust him? His judgment is much better and heâs much less persuadable than Race.â
Jack clicked his tongue, frustrated, âI know. Â Thatâs the problem.â
âWe could have him save good ole Spottieâs life.â
All three of them jumped as Race spoke from the doorway.
âRacer,â Jack exclaimed, âdoing okay?â
Race avoided the question, walking further into the room and joining them at the table. Â He sat down, kicking his feet up and crossing his arms at his chest, his usual cockiness in full swing. Â The faint redness in his eyes was noticeable, but everyone had enough tact to pretend like they didnât see it.
âThink about it,â Race continued, âWe put Conlon in a compromising situation. Â Break him down. Â Make it hard for him to keep his cool, let alone fight for himself. Â Then, bam! Al here swoops in and saves the day,â Race smirked triumphantly, âAfter that, Spot owes him one. Â We frame Albert to be a long time customer of theirs. Â Make it seem like he wants in on their gang. Â Thereâs his repayment right there,â when he was met with blank stares he groaned, rolling his eyes dramatically, âMembership to the gang. Thatâs the repayment, come on guys. Keep up!â
Davey nodded slowly, mulling over Raceâs idea, âThatâs actually really smart,â he concluded, âBut how do we break him down.â
âHis dad,â Race said immediately.
Jack looked up, bewildered, âWhat?â
âHis dad was Prospectâs leader before him,â Race said, âAwful guy. Â Fucked Spot up a lot-â
âHow do you know all this?â Albert interjected.
Race plowed on, only acknowledging Albertâs question in his eyes, which sparked nearly imperceptibly, âHe was also targeted by a bunch of guys in the city. Â Had a lot of unfinished business and bad ties. Â People were after him all the time while he was alive.â
Davey was staring intensely at the table, his fingers drumming faster by the second. Â Suddenly, he snapped, his back straightening as the gears in his head seemed to click into place.
âWe use Spot as a target of vengeance,â there was a weird excitement in his tone.
Race pointed at him, grinning, âexactly.â
âNow we just need some guys to pose as old enemies,â Jack said,
Race was quiet for a moment, his eyebrows scrunched together, âUh,â he shook his head, thinking, âI might know some people? Maybe?â
âOkay,â Davey said. Â They all stared at Race, waiting for him to continue, âWell, who?â
âOh, yeah, sorry. Â I got distracted,â Race said, sheepishly, âRight, so these two dudes, you might know them, Oscar and Morris Delancey?â
Jackâs eyes widened in recognition at the names, âThe two dudes that, like, were arrested a few years back?â
âThatâs them,â Race said, âThey owe me one for saving their skin from some bulls a while ago. Â I could get them on board.â
Davey turned to Albert, âYou ready?â
Albert swallowed, sucking in a breath. Â Jack, Race, and Davey were all looking at him expectantly and he tried his best to hold down the anticipation that had spread through his limbs. Â He could feel adrenaline coursing through his body, spreading like a drug through his veins. Â He was really doing this.
âYeah,â he breathed, âYeah, I am.â
Raceâs beam was the first thing he registered.
XXX
Albert sat at the edge of his bed, half-heartedly shoving clothes into his bag. Â The nervous excitement for what would be occurring in less than 24 hours had worn off, leaving him wary. Â He had no idea what exactly he was looking for, let alone enough knowledge to recognize clues if he sees them. Â
Besides, he had barely assimilated to one branch of gang life. Â The thought of having to grasp a whole other gang was jarring. Â He sighed, zipping up his bag and slipping his charger into the side pocket.
âHey, I gotcha something.â
He looked over to see Race hovering at the mouth of his section, one hand behind his back.
The corners of his mouth quirked up, âOoo, didnât peg you for a gift-giving kinda guy.â
Race rolled his eyes, taking Albertâs words as an invitation to sit on the foot of his bed, âShut up, itâs a practical gift.â
Curiously, Albert scooted closer to Race, âWhat is it?â
Albertâs mouth dropped open as Race placed a switchblade on the sheets of his cot. Â The blade itself was a glinting gold color, while the handle had a sleek wooden finish. Â His name was embossed on the bottom of the blade, the letters barely visible unless it was held up against light. Â As terrifying as it was, it was beautiful.
Albert reached forward, taking the knife in shaking hands. Â He turned it over a few times, getting a feel for the weight. Â Heâd never handled a true weapon before and there was something oddly invigorating about it. Â
âI know a guy that does engravings scary quick,â Race admitted, pulling Albert out of his trance, âThought Iâd get you a little something to tie to you us while youâre gone, since we canât getcha tatted up until you come backâŠâ
The âif you come backâ that hung in the air was suffocating and Albertâs gripped tightened around the blade. Â He couldnât let himself go there now. Â He was at a point of no return, he may as well go into it with confidence.
âBesides,â Race said, cutting through the tension, âYouâll need something you defend yourself and I donât have time to get you comfy with a gun.â
Albert looked up at him, flicking closed the knife and stowing it under his pillow, âThanks, man,â he smiled.
âYeah,â Race said, ââCourse,â He moved so that he was laying down on the cot, feet still on the floor, âHow are you feeling about all this?â
Albert shrugged, mirroring Raceâs position, âI donât know,â he said honestly, âScared? Â I donât even know what Iâm looking for.â
Race glanced at him sideways, âAnything to do with that dumb message theyâve been leaving.â
âWell, obviously,â Albert scoffed, âBut what if theyâre talking about it and I donât even realize âcause Iâm not in on shit.â
Race looked back towards the ceiling, his eyes scanning over the catwalks, âHow about this,â he said, âWe can meet up somewhere every night and you can tell me everything you heard during the day,â He allowed the words to sink in and Albert considered them.
âHow will I even get out of their base or whatever each night?â
âSpot sleeps early,â Race said and Albert could only briefly wonder how he knew that before he kept talking, âand no one notices the fire escape on the third floor in the back.â
The puzzle pieces seemed to fall into place and a chill ran down Albertâs spine, âholy fuck, you were-â
âDonât.â Race said, his voice low and his eyes harsh as he looked at Albert.
Albert held eye contact for a moment, before giving up, âRight, okay.â
âAnyway,â Race said, his tone lightening again, âwe can see if those meet-ups work. Â That way, everyoneâs on the same page.â
âOkay,â Albert agreed. Â This arrangement instilled a strange amount of comfort into him and he let out a breath he hadnât realized heâd been holding. Â Being in Prospect was bound to be one of the hardest things heâd ever have to do, but going through each day knowing he could see someone heâd unironically begun to associate with safety allowed him some solace.
Race smiled, âItâs a plan.â
XXX
The sun was harsh, beating down unceasingly on Albertâs back. Â He shifted his backpack strap from one shoulder to the other, grimacing as he felt sweat drip down his neck. Â It was weirdly warm for a Winter day, the temperature pushing into the high 50s. Â Large crowds of people were outside that day, no doubt taking advantage of the freak heat wave to walk their dogs properly and take their kids out to Central Park.
Albert lingered near the side street in which the plan was supposed to be executed, casually sipping a slurpee as he leaned against the wall. Â He was facing away from the street, but his ears were straining to listen for Spotâs distinct voice. Â He glanced down at his watch. Â 3:04. Â Six minutes until Spot was to show up, expecting a trade.
Race had stayed at the Bowery, offering Albert nothing more than a quick hug and a good luck banana before heâd rushed off, leaving Albert to deal with his nerves alone. Â Jack had traveled with him only as far as the subway station, filling him in on the known members of Prospect along the way. Â Theyâd met the Delancey Brothers at the station, only talking to them briefly before Jack left, leaving them to follow through with the plan.
Albert had subtly slipped into a 7/11 along the way, allowing the Delanceys to walk ahead and prepare for their portion of procedure. Â But his drink tasted sour against his tongue as anxiety threatened to engulf him. Â He wasnât ready.
He shook his head, taking another sip. Â Yes, he was. Â He had to be.
âWho the fuck are you two,â Spotâs thick Brooklyn accent cut into Albertâs perception and he sucked in a breath, inching closer to the side street, âIâm supposed to be trading with some chick.â
âAh, thatâs where youâre wrong, Conlon,â one of the brothers, Oscar maybe? Snarled.
Albert heard a gun cock, âThe fuck are you talking about?â Spot snapped.
âSee, that little daddy of yours fucked up our lives when he was around,â Morris said, his voice taunting.
âGot our sorry asses arrested,â Oscar added on.
Albert knew this was a lie. Â Race told him that theyâd gotten arrested for drug possession and vandalism, but it sounded convincing enough.
âAnd see, we only just got out of jail,â Morris said.
âAnd we wanted to get some payback.â
âBut when we went looking for Papa Conlon we found that, oh no! He was gone.â
âSo we figured weâd just go for next of kin.â
Albert had to give them props. Â They sounded really fucking creepy.
âWhat my fucking father did was his business, not mine,â Spot ground out, but Albert didnât miss the faint tremor in his voice. Â Race was right. Â He was scared- threatened.
âOh, we know,â Morris mused, âBut Iâm sure you deserve this, too.â
The sound of a punch echoed and Albert heard Spot grunt in pain. Â It sounded like one of the brothers had gotten his face.
âI donât know what your fucking problem is.â Spot sounded weak. Â Something Albert would have deemed impossible for him.
Spot wasnât graced with an answer as another punch rang out, followed by the sound of something hitting the ground. Â
âDo you miss your daddy?â Oscar growled, âDo you miss him doing the dirty work? Or has the rush of murder grown on you.â
âStop,â Spot panted, âPlease.â
âBegging now, are we?â Morris laughed, âDidnât know the King of Brooklyn had it in him to beg.â
Another gun cocked and Albert pursed his lips. Â This was his cue.
âPlease, Iâm sorry my dad fucked up,â Spot pleaded, âIâm not him.â
âYou keep telling yourself that.â
Albert took a deep breath, steeling himself. Â It was now or never.
He rounded the corner, giving himself a running start before he barreled over Oscar, who had his gun pointed at Spotâs face. Â Spot was cowering on the ground with hands help up in front of his face, eyes squeezed shut.
Albert fumbled with Oscar for a moment, landing a few hits in before spitting at him, âGet out of here before I call the police.â
Morris and Oscar made a beeline for the streets, leaving Albert alone with Spot. Â Albert couldnât help but be surprised at Spotâs appearance. Â He was significantly shorter than he had imagined, sporting a leather jacket similar to Raceâs. Â He was no doubt well built, his muscles bulging almost obnoxiously through the sleeves. Â
The most notable thing about him, though, were the converse he was wearing. Â It didnât seem entirely on brand for a notoriously tough gang leader to be wearing converse and Albert bit back the urge to laugh.
He quickly wiped his hands on his jeans, rubbing off the nervous sweat and dust, before holding it out for Spot. Â Spot opened his eyes slowly, staring at Albert cautiously. Â He made no move to take his hand and for a scary moment, Albert thought he saw recognition in his eyes. Â But it was gone almost as soon as it had appeared.
Spot stood on his own accord and stepped back, clearing his throat, âthanks,â he grunted.
Albert nodded, âNo problem,â he swallowed, trying to embody Raceâs unwavering and convincing confidence, âYouâre Spot Conlon, right?â
Spotâs head whipped up and he reached for his gun, only to let out a frustrated growl when he realized that it was on the ground, several feet away after being knocked out of his hand during the brawl.
âRelax,â Albert said, trying to sound nonchalant, âIâve just been one of Prospectâs customers for a while.â
âWhat, and you want some drugs or something?â Spot spat.
âNo,â Albert said, lifting his chin defiantly. Â He ignored the voices in his head, telling him to run. Â Get out of there, âI want in.â
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what is love?
genre: angst? fluff and uh smut // college!au
word count: 9.3k this is the most ive ever written and i finished it in under a week when i should be revising
Everyone knew university exams were some one of the most stressful things but having to work on an assignment with a frat boy was even worse. Like yeah, youâd seen them around at their parties but you mainly went to get wasted and forget about school. âI want your assignment on what love is to be around 3000 words long, itâs not due for three months because youâll need to carry out your own research for this assignment.â âI donât understand why weâre doing an assignment on love for English, and we have to do research too; what are we; science majors?â some guy complained in the back. âThat is because half of you write about love and romance but donât actually seem to know what itâs all about.â the lecturer replied. âOh.â âAnyway, everyone pair up and get to it!â You panicked, none of your friends took English with you and 90% of the class has already paired up, leaving you with Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin or Kim Taehyung. Jungkook seemed like the lesser of the three evils so you made your way towards him. âHave you got a partner?â you awkwardly asked him. âNope, you wanna be mine?â he nonchalantly replied, despite never having spoken to you. âYeah, uh, hereâs my number in case you need me for the assignment. Iâll do my half and you do your half.â âWe should really figure out what those halves are.â âOh yeah, sorry. I have another class to get to but just text me when youâre free, I guess.â you told him before leaving the lecture theatre.
âYo Jungkook got that hot girl as his partner!â Jimin teased. âNot the point. I actually wanna do well, this is like 50% of our final grade.â he muttered as he was packing his bags. âYeah, but hot girl? You could get laid!â Taehyung laughed. âDude, I get laid anyway. Have you met me?â he smirked. âTrue, I see all those girls he brings back; thereâs a new one every weekend!â Jimin stated. âAnyway, letâs get back we have a party tonight!â he added.
[3:26pm] (Unknown) Hey, about that assignment; do you wanna do half research half essay each?
[3:28pm] You: that sounds good
[3:28pm] (Jungkook) btw thereâs a party at my frat house tonight so come if you wanna forget about school
[3:29pm] You: am i allowed to bring people? i usually do
[3:29pm] (Jungkook) go for it, iâll see you tonight ;)
What was with the winky face? Seriously, having a frat boy as your partner was gonna be something you regretted. âLexi, frat party tonight.â âWhich frat?â âUh, maybe, the only frat whose parties we go to?â you sarcastically replied. âOkay, okay. Just making sure. Are you gonna doll up for once? You havenât since freshman year.â âItâs a frat party. Thereâs no one I plan on trying to impress. I just wanna get pissed.â you replied. â___, you havenât gotten laid since like six months ago.â âYeah? And?â âGet back out there!â âI donât want to have a one night stand, if thatâs what you mean.â âIt was just a suggestion.â she laughed as she turned her attention back to the lecturer.
âHot girl from English is coming?â Jimin yelled. âHer nameâs  ___. Youâd know if you paid attention when we all had to introduce ourselves.â Jungkook replied whilst rolling his eyes. âYeah, but who would pay attention with all these girls in English?â âYouâre such a frat boy.â Yoongi chuckled. âIsnât that what we all are?â he mumbled. âYeah, but weâre not as fratty as you.â Namjoon teased. âJungkook is!â âNo, Jungkook just gets around.â Namjoon stated. âGuys, why are we even talking about this?â Jungkook whined. âBecause hot girl is coming!â â___ is her name but yeah, whatâs the big deal? She always comes.â âHow do you know that?â Taehyung asked him. âIâve seen her at all our parties with her little circle of friends which Yoongi seems close to too.â âOh, yeah, ___âs a good friend of mine. We kinda grew up together.â âYou never told me you knew hot girl!â Jimin complained. âJimin, I had no idea who you meant by hot girl. Besides, not like Iâd want you to get into her pants. Sheâs like a sister to me so none of you fuck about with her, okay?â âWhy not me? Iâm a nice guy!â âYeah, but not boyfriend nice. Youâre fuckboy nice.â âYour compliments hurt me.â âThatâs what Iâm here for!â
â___, help me zip up my dress?â Lexi shouted from the bathroom. âGirl, who are you trying to impress?â âRemember that really pretty girl we saw last week? Sheâs gay, Iâm gay?â âHow can you be so sure sheâs gay?â âI found out through people!â âYouâre such a creep sometimes.â you joked after stepping away after zipping up the dress. â___, a girl has needs. Also, is that what youâre wearing?â âYeah? Are my sweater and jeans making you uncomfortable?â you laughed as you walked away. âCanât you wear something a bit more fun? For me?â âYouâre the one tryna get that girl, not me!â âPlease? I wanna look cute with my best friend!â âUgh, fine. But this is for you and not for a frat boy to get into my pants.â âOf course.â You went rummaging through your closet to find something that would fit the vibe that Lexi was going for and settled on a two piece outfit, consisting of a bandeau top and matching pencil skirt. âOoh, now weâre talking! Man, if I saw you as a girl Iâd be trying to impress you instead of this other girl.â âThanks?â âSeriously. You look good.â âLetâs go then.â
[8:34pm] (Jungkook) you here?
[8:35pm] You: yeah, with Yoongi and co
[8:35pm] (Jungkook) i canât find you guys with all these people here
[8:36pm] You: why so keen on finding me?
[8:36pm] (Jungkook): just wanna get to know you a bit better since weâll be working together for three months
[8:37pm] You: okay, weâre on the sofas
â___, who the hell are you texting?â Yoongi teased. âWhy do you care?â you joked. âSuspicious.â Lexi stated. âGo impress that girl!â you told her. âI will! Just when sheâs freeâŠâ âThatâs not how you slide.â âHow do you slide then, Yoongi?â âJust interrupt.â âYeah, Yoongi, thatâs actually rude.â you teased. âWorks for me.â he shrugged as he took a sip from his plastic red cup. â___!â a voice called, causing your little group to turn their heads. âHeya.â you smiled as you shuffled over to make space for Jungkook, consequently squishing Yoongi slightly. âIs this who you were texting? One of my frat bros?â âDonât call them that ever again.â Lexi complained. âOkay, okay. But was it?â he whispered into your ear to which you nodded. âAnyway, do you know everyone whoâs sat here?â you asked Jungkook; the alcohol in your system was given you so much more confidence. âYeah, I know everyone. I donât run around calling people hot girl or anything.â Jungkook joked, causing Yoongi to chuckle slightly. âOkay, I need another drink. Anyone else?â to your surprise almost all six of your friends nodded. âUh, can someone held me get the drinks?â âIâll help.â Jungkook offered.
âYou know, Iâve heard a lot about you.â you told Jungkook as you entered the kitchen. âGood or bad?â âBit of both, but youâre different to most frat guys I know. You get around but youâre not like fratty.â you laughed. âDoesnât everyone get around?â âI donât, itâs not my thing.â âAh, so like, when did you last get laid?â he asked as he mixed the last drink. âGood six months ago but yeah.â âAre you the type that has to be in love or something?â âNot in love, but dating.â you smiled as you grabbed four cups and walked out of the door. âHey, Jungkook!â someone called before he could follow you with the remaining cups. âWhatâs up, Tae?â âHowâs trying to get into hot girlâ pants?â he teased as he poked at Jungkookâs side. âIâm not trying to get into her pants.â he sighed as he walked out of the kitchen. âSure, youâre not!â Taehyung screamed afterwards but his voice wasnât audible above the music.
âSorry, I got held back a bit.â Jungkook smiled as he passed around the drinks. âWith what?â you asked as you took a sip of the coke and vodka mix. âTaehyung.â he said after sitting to your left. âHe bugging you about that thing from before? Hot girl?â Yoongi asked, his left arm was on the back of the sofa; welcoming everyone but also protecting you. It was a subconscious thing he did, since he was a year older and decided if anyone fucked you oher heâd fuck them up. âYeah, I mean, hot girl or not? Iâm not trying to get into anyoneâs pants!â he complained, giving no context. âOkay, uh, I donât know who you mean by âhot girlâ but just, uh, donât fuck her over?â you told him as you turned to make conversation with someone else. Whilst you werenât paying attention Jungkook and Yoongi has a conversation of their own about hot girl, whoever she was. The seemed so interested in her.
Hours later, the party was starting to die down and you were about to pass out. Lexi had left with the pretty girl she wanted to get with; Yoongi had gone to his room and everyone else had spread out elsewhere, leaving you and Jungkook. â___, letâs get you back to your room.â Jungkook said as he struggled to get your attention but you shook your head. â___, you canât stay here. Thereâs still people around. Let me take you home.â he said but you had your head on his shoulder and weâre about to fall asleep. âFuck. ___.â he muttered under his breath; he was trying to figure out what to do with you. âHelp me, please, you can stay in my room. Câmon babe, stand up.â he spoke as he helped you up. âThis is hopeless.â he muttered. âOkay, uh, Iâm gonna carry you.â he told you before he lifted your body - bridal style - and carried you into his bedroom. He took off your shoes and considered changing you but thought that he better not, you werenât that close or dating. He covered you with his duvet and closed the door behind him when left to go back to the party.
The next morning you woke up with a banging headache, in the same clothes you were in the night before, and in a foreign room. âDid I...sleep with someone? No, I wouldnât be in these...right?â you asked yourself as you looked around for a sign of life. Sadly, there was none; so you sat up and looked around for a while. Afterwards you grabbed your shoes and looked around for you phone but failing to find it you opened the door and realised where you were. âWhy am I still here?â you muttered before walking down the stairs of the frat house. âWhere is that phone?â you mumbled as you stumbled around looking for it. âThis phone?â Yoongi chuckled as he handed you your phone. âWhy am I still here?â âI donât know.â he shrugged before he went back to cleaning up the remains of last night. âYou really donât know? I woke up in some random room and was so confused.â you told him as you helped him clean up. âWhich room?â âThe one at the top of the stairs.â âThatâs Jungkookâs room. Wait, nothing happened, right?â âI donât think so, I mean I woke up with these still on so I donât dont think anything happened.â âWhere is that boy anyway?â âI know as much as you do.â
âHey, Jimin, whereâs Kook?â Yoongi asked when he entered the kitchen. âKook? Last time I checked he was asleep in the couch.â âJimin, heâs not there.â âWell, go find him then. I donât know where that kid is either.â he mumbled. âYouâre annoying when youâre hungover and horny. You didnât get laid, did you?â he teased before making his way back to you. âNo sign of the fucker.â âCall him?â you suggested. âYou call him! You have his number.â âDonât you?â âNot saved.â âFine.â
âHello?â Jungkook asked. âHi, Jungkook. Where are you? Everyone hereâs kinda wondering where youâve disappeared to.â âOh, I just popped into the store. Iâll be back soon.â
âHe went to the store.â you told Yoongi who seemed indifferent about the knowledge. âI just wanna know what you were doing in his bed. I swear Iâll fuck him up if he did anything to you.â âLetâs not get ahead of ourselves.â you chuckled before making your way into the kitchen to grab something to eat. âWow, your fridge has been emptied. No wonder he went to the store.â you spoke to yourself. â___!â Jimin cheered. âCan I help you?â âNope, I just canât believe you fucked Jungkook.â âHereâs the thing, I didnât. Did he tell you that?â âNah, I just assumed since I saw that you were in his room last night.â âYouâre the frattiest out of them all.â âYou barely even know me.â Jimin pouted. âExactly.â you smiled before jumping on the island in the kitchen to sit on it. âAre you interested in him? I mean, you did ask him to be your partner.â âFor the assignment, yeah. Itâs not that deep, Jimin.â âYou came to the party?â âI come to every party.â âOkay, okay. But if you get together you owe me like 10 bucks.â he was pushing your competitive side but you didnât want to step down and imply that you were weak. âOkay, and if we donât, you owe me 10 bucks.â âHow long?â âThree months, today, so like June 4.â âDeal.â It was quite strange how comfortable you felt around everyone in the fraternity; you realised most rumours werenât true and they were just genuinely sweet people who just kind of got around. But it probably helped that you were interacting with people whilst drunk last night.
âHey, guys. I have food!â Jungkook smiled as he entered the kitchen; he was surprised when he noticed you on the island. âFood!â you squealed as you pulled the bag he placed on the island towards yourself. âYeah, I picked some up on the way âcuz I figured no one would wanna cook.â he told. âThis is my favourite kind of breakfast.â you smiled as you held the pancakes close to you. âJesus, ___, why donât you date them?â Yoongi chuckled when he entered the kitchen, presumably for a coffee. âMaybe I will.â you pouted as you hopped down. Breakfast was filled with a lot of joking and reminiscing the night before, different frat boys would make their way in and out of the kitchen but yourself, Jungkook, Yoongi and Jimin stayed the whole time. âOh, by the way, what was ___ doing in your room last night?â Yoongi asked. âOh, uh, well, she started to seem really sleepy and I wanted to take her to her room but she wouldnât budged and I remembered that I donât even know where her room is so I let her stay in my bed while I slept downstairs after the party died.â âWhat a gentleman!â Jimin smirked as sent looks your way. âThanks Jungkook.â âDonât worry about it.â â___ is off limits one night stand wise! Do not fuck with her! Or you fuck with me!â Yoongi suddenly but jokingly said. âWhat if one of us fell in love with her?â Jimin joked but you knew he was trying to push something. âThatâs okay but donât hurt her.â âWow, youâd just give me over to one of your frat bros like that?â âHey, if you both love each other who am I to stop you?â he chuckled before taking the last sip of his black coffee. âHeâs got a point.â Jimin laughed. âWait, isnât our assignment on what love is? We really should do research on that, like what people think it is.â you told Jungkook. âItâs due in three months, donât sweat it, babe.â he chuckled. âYou want a good grade as well, right?â âOf course! Well start next week then.â
It was around 4pm when you finally made it back to your dorm room, where Lexi had been waiting for you since 12pm. âWhere have you been?â she complained when you entered the room. âI was at the frat house.â you told her. âWhat? Did you fuck someone?â âNope, I passed out there.â âUntil now?â âWell, I woke up and chilled with them and then I came here.â you explained as you looked for clothes to change into. âOkay? Anyway, that girl wow, we had such a good time. We didnât fuck but like we had such a good time. Her name is Skyla and we just spoke all night long in the corner of the party and we exchanged numbers so I think weâll be going on a date soon!â she squealed as she held her phone close to her chest. âDamn, look at my best friend go!â you smiled before going to shower and change into something that you hadnât been wearing for longer than necessary. Whilst you were in the shower there was a sudden knock on the door. âWho the fuck?â Lexi muttered to herself before lazily making her way towards the door. There was another knock before she opened the door. âCan I help y- Jungkook?â âLexi! Is ___ here?â âSheâs in the shower.â âOh, well give her this. She forgot it at ours.â âHer phone? She forgot her phone? What did she do on the way homeâŠ?â âShe was talking to us, we walked her over. I only noticed her phone when we got back. Anyway, Iâll get going.â he smiled before leaving. When you reappeared in front of Lexi she yelled â___, your boyfriend dropped off your phone.â âI donât have a boyfriend?â âOkay, Jungkook.â âWhat makes you think Iâm interested in him or vise versa?â you chuckled. âWell, you were kind of all over that guy last night. Yoongi disappeared and you two just started talking and seemed really intimate. I donât know what else happened because I went and got myself a Jungkook. Oh, also, he came back just to give you your phone so.â âLexi, itâs a phone. What else was I going to do if he didnât come and give me it?â âHey, youâre not denying what happened last night!â âThatâs because I barely remember that.â you sighed as you laid down.
[4:58pm] You: thx for dropping off my phone
[5:00pm] (Jungkook) No problem sweetheart
[5:03pm] You: we still need to start that assignmentâŠ
[5:03pm] (Jungkook) you said Monday so until then donât even mention it :D
[5:04pm] You: make me :)
[5:05pm] (Jungkook) is that an invitation?
[5:05pm] You: up to your interpretation
âYouâre texting your boyfriend, arenât you?â Lexi teased. âDonât you have Skyla to talk to?â you retaliated. âSheâs at work.â she pouted, making you laugh slightly. âIs my misfortune funny to you?â âSomewhat.â âWhatever, just talk to your boyfriend!â âHeâs not my boyfriend!â It wasnât a lie that Jungkook wasnât your boyfriend but everyone had come up with this idea of you liking Jungkook or the other way round and you had no idea where it stemmed from. Yeah, Jungkook was attractive, there was no denying that, and you got along but dating him? It just didnât seem realistic.
âOkay, we need to get this started!â you told Jungkook as you opened up your laptop. âLetâs start off with stating our personal perceptions of love.â you added afterwards. âLove? Does it have to be romantic?â Jungkook asked before taking the laptop from you. âUp to you.â you told him. âOkay, just donât read what I say yet.â âNo, I wonât. I wanna write these and compare it to what we write in three months time.â you told him before diverting your attention elsewhere. Jungkook spent about thirty minutes writing on your laptop, getting stuck and not being able to find the right words every now and then but he got there in the end. âIâm done.â he smiled. âCool. Letâs get some other opinions up in here.â you laughed. âWeâll do it another day. Letâs just hang out for the rest of the day, ___.â Jungkook pouted. âWhat would that include?â you asked, intrigued by his idea. âLetâs go on a drive. Weâll blast some old songs and just see where the road takes us.â he smiled. âOkay, as long as Iâm back by midnight. I like my sleep.â âI gotcha, babe.â His pet names never went unnoticed by you but you chose to not acknowledge them or give them any unnecessary meaning but they were seriously growing on you. But still, the two of you dating? You werenât so sure. âYou know, you only did half an hour of work today?â you laughed as you got into Jungkookâs car. âI went to the lecture, ___.â âSo did I but you were sleeping.â âHow did you knowâŠâ âJungkook, we sit on the same row.â you blankly replied. âFine, Iâll just do more tomorrow. Also just connect your phone to the bluetooth. Play whatever, I donât mind.â âOkay, Iâll play All Star.â âWow, youâre perfect.â he muttered. âWhat?â âNothing, I said itâs perfect.â It was safe to say that Jungkook had a crush on you, he had one since before he even knew you properly. He was so shocked when you asked to be his assignment partner, this was finally his chance. He had been flirting with you, well calling you pet names, but you seemed unfazed by it all, he was losing hope.
Your drive led you to the prettiest little places where the two of you took a bunch of photos of the scenery and well, each other. This may have been platonic but it sure as hell felt like a date to the both of you. âItâs nice out here.â Jungkook sighed. âAgreed. We should come back here some time.â you suggested. âNot a bad idea, but you told me you wanna be back before midnight so let me take you home, babe.â âIs it seriously already 11?â you whined. âIâm afraid so.â he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked you back to his car. âI really donât wanna go back.â you told him before running back to the spot you to were in before, he ran after you without a thought and because he was much faster and stronger, as soon as he caught you he lifted you over his shoulder and took you to his car. âDonât make me do that again. Iâve known you properly for like four days and Iâve carried you twice.â âTwice?â you asked when he placed you down. âHow do you think you got to my room when you slept there?â he chuckled. âGet in, sweetheart.â How you got to Jungkookâs room was never something you questioned, yeah, you questioned why you were there but never how. You had assumed you were walked up by someone; you didnât realise Jungkook, who had only known you for a few hours, had carried you up there. âSomething on your mine?â Jungkook asked when he noticed you in some sort of trance. âNo, just hungry.â âLetâs go grab a bite then, weâre basically by your room anyway.â he suggested. âYeah, that sounds good.â you smiled.
âTwo hamburgers and fries, please. You want a drink?â Jungkook asked. âYeah, please.â you told him without sparing him a glance. You were updating Lexi on your whereabouts since she had started to get worried, you were never out past 9 on a Monday and it was almost 12 now. âTo go?â the worker asked. âYeah, please.â âHereâs the money, Jungkook.â you said as you handed him the sum of your half of the bill. âIâll pay, donât worry.â âOkay, but Iâm paying next time.â âIf you say so, but that means Iâm gonna eat as much as possible.â âYouâre the worst.â A few minutes later, Jungkook and you walked back towards his car and he drove you back to your room. âWell, Iâll see you tomorrow. 2pm.â Jungkook smiled when he got out of the car. âYou got it!â
âDude, why were you out so late?â Lexi whined when you entered. âIt starting to feel like every time I enter this room you complain to me.â you laughed. âYouâre never out late on a Monday though.â âI was with Jungkook.â you told her before eating some of the fries in your bag. âOh, you were with your man, I see.â she smirked. âIt was nothing like that.â âSo, you werenât laid?â âNah, we just hung out.â âOh, okay. Boring.â she joked. âYeah, but have you been laid yet?â âNope, but I have a date at 7pm tomorrow.â âLucky.â you muttered. âWhy donât you go on one?â âWho the hell would go on a date with me?â you laughed. âJungkook.â she genuinely replied. âNo way, the guy whoâs in a frat?â you laughed but you were starting to consider it. âYes way. Youâre clearly into each other, well, thatâs the vibe I got from the party.â Lexi said as she grabbed some fries. âUm, excuse me?â âYeah, you were so flirty and basically eye fucking each other.â âI was talking about my stolen fries.â âOh, well, theyâre gone now. But seriously, do you have a thing for your frat boy assignment partner?â âI mean, he has a nice face.â â___.â âI donât know, man. Iâve known him for a few days. Ask me again in a month.â
And just like that a month had passed. Jungkook and you had met very frequently, every other day actually; you both also saw each other at the frat parties every Friday night and tonight was no different. â___, whereâs my really cute dress?â Lexi asked. âWhich one? You have so many.â âUh, the red- Youâre wearing it!â she complained. âI canât even be mad though because you look really cute in it.â âWell, you can wear it instead; Iâm sure Iâll find something.â âNo, itâs fine. You need to get Jungkookâs attention, I already have a partner secured so.â âI do not need to get his attention. Especially like this!â you told her. âOkay, so why else are you wearing my cute dress when last week you appeared in sweats.â âI just wanna doll up a little bit.â you mumbled. âOh, by the way, he still seemed really into you when you were wearing the sweats.â âHe was?â âHa! You do want his attention!â âOkay, yeah, keep it down. Isnât a bit of flirting allowed?â you retaliated. â___, heâs so into you; just get on that!â âNo, I wanna figure my feelings out. I wanna make sure itâs not just lust like 90% of the girls who try to hope on him.â âItâs been a month.â âWhatâs your point?â âOkay, take things at your pace then.â she chuckled before rummaging through her closet for a nice dress.
âWow, you dressed up! Whatâs the occasion, babe?â Jungkook chuckled when you made your appearance. âI just wanted to look nice this week; itâs been a long one.â you replied as you took Yoongiâs drink from him. âMy drink!â he whined. âYou owe me this, I had to cover your ass this week.â âWhat happened?â Jungkook calmly asked, leaning back into the sofa that you two were sat on. âHis parents called to check on him and stuff and I had to say that their youngest son was doing very well and totally not skipping classes and spending his most money on booze.â âBut what else made you so bleh about this week?â âOh, itâs just been long because of some deadlines that I have, but thatâs what this partyâs here for.â âTrue.â âHow was your week?â âIt was okay, I guess. Nothing much happened.â âSorry, I couldnât manage to see you this week, by the way.â you told him, feeling slightly guilty because you had been so absorbed in meeting deadlines. âItâs fine. We can hang out now.â he smiled. âCan I take this seat?â a random girl asked before she sat on Jungkook who was evidently uncomfortable with the situation. âNo, can you actually get off me?â he told her as he looked over at you for help. âBut Kookie.â she mewled. âCan you leave?â you suddenly asked her. âWhy? So you can have him all to yourself?â âNo, heâs clearly uncomfortable with you sitting on him so like go find someone else to harass.â you nonchalantly replied. âFine. I didnât want your dick anyway.â she told Jungkook as she left. âThanks. I didnât know what I was supposed to do to make her leave.â âHey, what are friends for?â you laughed before taking another sip of Yoongiâs poison. âHere, take it back. Itâs like straight up vodka; Iâm getting my own drink.â you complained before heading towards the kitchen. You hadnât realised Jungkook had followed you until you saw his hand reaching for the same bottle. âYou first.â he smiled. âThanks.â âItâs always so quiet in here.â âI know, right? But itâs probably because itâs not the best place to do anything.â you replied as you handed him the bottle. âWhereâs the coke?â you asked. âOh, there should be some here.â Jungkook replied as he opened a cabinet filled with mixers including coke. âThank you, my saviour. Imagine having the ratio Yoongi has. Iâd be out in no time.â âYoongi is unnecessarily intolerant to alcohol.â Jungkook muttered. âAnyways, Iâll be heading back.â he added before leaving.
When you returned there was no space for you to sit. Your first choice would be Yoongi but he seemed occupied by someoneâs lips. Yes, modern day romance. Lexi was nowhere to be seen and so you just awkwardly stood there with your red cup. âCome over here, sweetheart.â Jungkook told you. âI have nowhere to sit.â âHere.â âYour lap?â you wouldâve spat out your drink if it were in your mouth at this point but instead your eyes just widened. âYeah, câmon.â âYouâre not trying to get into my pants, are you?â you joked when you sat down on Jungkookâs lap. âI would never try to do so so blatantly.â he chuckled as one arm wrapped around your waist. After a few shots of vodka that Lexi had kindly presented it was safe to say you were in that territory where you would say whatever was on your mind, no filter whatsoever. âYou have a good face.â you smiled as you caressed Jungkookâs face. âI would hope so.â he chuckled. You leaned your body into his and quietly stayed there, letting time pass. âWait for me.â you muttered. âWhat?â âWait for me to figure out my feelings.â â___, I donât know what youâre talking about.â âLexi said I like you but I just want to be sure.â you pouted, eyes half open and you were falling sleepy. âOf course Iâll wait for you, babygirl.â Although you were drunk and sleepy, your words reassured him. Obviously you probably wouldnât remember telling him this but it boosted his confidence in his chances with you. Moments later you were sleeping on top of Jungkook but he seemed completely unbothered; in fact, he probably was enjoying being so close to you. âYou might wanna bring her to your room.â Yoongi muttered, seeming much sober than a few hours ago. âAgain?â âWhere else will she sleep? Not my room. Thereâs someone in there.â âOkay, Iâll wait til the stairs are more cleared though; this party is still quite alive.â
In reality he was just finding an excuse to stay in this position for as long as possible but he had to admit it was almost 2am and he probably should take you to his bed. When he placed you down on his bed, you refused to let go. âNo, donât go. Stay here.â you whined as you reached for his arms. âBaby, you should get some rest.â âWhy do you always call me that? Always babe, babygirl, sweetheart or baby. Hmm.â you asked. âDo you like me?â you whispered. âGet some sleep, ___.â âNo pet name.â you pouted, turning away from him. âWhy do I like you?â Jungkook quietly muttered before leaving the room and kicking the majority of the party out so he could catch some sleep himself. â___âs in your room, right?â Lexi asked before she left the party. âYeah, donât worry. Iâll bring her home tomorrow.â
âWhy am I here again?â you muttered as you stumbled out of Jungkookâs bed. âJungkook?â you called when you left the room. âYeah?â he replied from the kitchen. âWhy am I still here?â you tiredly asked before hopping onto the island. âYou fell asleep around 1am so I just took you to my room at the end of the party.â âThanks, again.â you chuckled. âItâs no problem.â âDid I say anything stupid?â âNothing stupid.â he smiled. âPancakes?â he added afterwards. âAlways.â Suddenly the door burst open and Taehyung appeared, âOh, am I interrupting?â he smirked before leaving. âWhy did he even come when he didnât get anything?â you asked. âYou know what heâs like.â Jungkook chuckled. Jimin came in a few minutes after the two of you started to tuck into your pancakes. âMr and Mrs Jeon.â he teased. âWhat?â the two of you replied, clearly in shock. âYou are so gonna owe me those 10 bucks.â Jimin whispered into your ear before saying something to Jungkook. When Jimin left, the two of you awkwardly sat in silence. âSo, what did he say to you?â Jungkook asked you. âIâll owe him 10 bucks.â âWhy?â âWell, um, this will sound bad but he said that if we get together by June 4 I owe him the 10 and if we donât he owes me it.â âWell, will we?â Jungkook nonchalantly asked. âI donât know. Would I get with my frat boy assignment partner?â âWho knows what the future holds?â he shrugged before leaving the room, but you figured it was because of what you told him.
[2:32pm] You: i just thought id let you know that im home
[2:58pm] (Jungkook) cool
[2:58pm] You: whats wrong :(
[3:56pm] (Jungkook) nothing :)
[3:57pm] You: you dont need to lie to me, did i do smth???
[3:58pm] (Jungkook) i mean not much you can do anyway so just leave it
âHe frustrating you?â Lexi asked, you must have been quite obviously displaying your annoyance. âYep. He wonât tell me whatâs wrong. Do you know what I might have said last night?â you asked. âI have no idea what it could be, sorry.â âUgh, what if I told him I liked him?â âSo, you like him?â âWell, Iâm still not that sure.â âYou two sound like youâre dating already most of the time but you should probably try to get him to talk because thereâs only so much I can do.â âI guess. Iâll try calling him later.â
[6:08pm] You: can i call you?
[6:08pm] (Jungkook) sure
âHello?â âJungkook, why are you sad?â âI told you, you canât do anything about it, so donât worry about it, ___.â âWas it the thing about Jimin and the 10 bucks because I can call that off-â âNo, it wasn't that. In fact, I kind of want that 10 bucks but thatâs not it.â he told you. âThen what is it?â âIâve just been thinking a lot, ever since last night.â he confessed. âIs it something I said? Because I was drunk.â âThatâs the thing though, youâre more honest when youâre drunk, ___.â âWhat did I say?â you awkwardly asked. âWell, you kind of told me to wait for you and that you were sorting your feelings out and then you asked me not to leave you when I placed you on my bed.â âIâm so sorry. I didnât know I said that.â âNo, it wasnât that. It was when you just called me a frat boy assignment partner, like, is that all you see me as despite the fact that you had told me those things the night before?â âJungkook-â âI just canât understand what the hell you mean, ____.â âJungkook, do you like me?â There was a long silence and it was awkward on both ends. âYes.â and then he hung up.
âSeriously, he hung up after admitting that he liked you?â Lexi asked. âYeahâŠâ you sighed. âWhat else did he say to you?â âSomething about stuff I said when I was drunk and sober. I think he thinks Iâm messing with him but really I have no idea whatâs going on.â you pouted, leaning back against the headboard. âWell, just give him some time. Itâs the best thing you can probably do right now.â âI donât think I have a choice.â âHey, how about we go treat you?â âI donât feel like it.â â___, I am taking you out thatâs final.â Lexi said as she pulled you off your bed. âFine, fine. Where are even gonna take me?â âOnly your favourite cafe which also happens to be the most expensive place to buy a cup of coffee.â âYouâre paying?â âYep.â The next week was quiet and slow; you were praying that the class would be over soon so you could go home and then go to the weekly frat party. You needed an escape more than ever.
â___, youâre not wearing that. You just want his attention.â Lexi told you when she saw you pull out the shortest and most revealing dress you owned. âFunny. Last week you said I should be trying to get his attention.â you sarcastically replied. âHaha. Funny. The circumstances are different this time.â âIâm wearing it.â âFine, but if he doesnât talk to you this time, donât come complaining to me.â âI wonât.â you muttered before changing into the dress.
âHey, idiot.â Yoongi called when he entered the kitchen. âWhat do you want?â you mumbled as you poured yourself a drink. âNothing. Canât I check up on my best friend?â âIâm sorry. Itâs been a long week and this time I mean really long.â âIs this about Jungkook and you not talking?â âHow do you know?â â___, Iâm literally in the same frat as him.â âUgh, I just donât really know what I did for him to be this way.â âGo talk to him.â âNo.â âThen stay frustrated.â âI hate when you make good points.â you said before leaving the room and heading towards Jungkook. To your surprise he was surrounded by all types of people that you had never seen before. âOf course.â you muttered before sitting down in your usual spot on the sofa. Yoongi came over not too long later. âYou havenât spoken to him have you?â âNope, he seems occupied.â you mumbled. âHere.â Yoongi said as he handed you a much needed spliff. âYouâre giving me this?â âYou need it, ___. Just relax a little.â he chuckled as he lit his own. It was about an hour later than your initial appearance at the party and for once, you were mingling and speaking to new people. Suddenly arms wrapped around your waist, you had no idea who it was but you had an idea and didnât push them off you. âHey, sweetheart.â You turned your head to face Jungkook who seemed very much drunk; it took a lot for him to be drunk so to see him in this state shocked you. He pressed his hips against your own and you could feel his very evident hard on against you. âWho allowed you to wear such a revealing dress? Thinking I wouldnât notice? Or was that what you wanted?â he whispered into your ear. âJungkook, let me get you some water.â âNo, Iâm okay, babygirl.â he lowly told you as placed kisses along your neck. âJungkook, youâre barely standing upright.â you told him. âThatâs why Iâm holding onto you, baby.â he chuckled before taking him to the sofa. It was weird being the more sober one for once but your main priority was to make sure Jungkook was okay. After you placed him on the sofa, you went to grab a cup of water.
âJungkook, please drink this.â you told him when you returned to him. You sat down beside him to make sure he would be okay. How much exactly did he have to drink? â___, you know it sucks that you play with me like this?â âJungkook, youâre drunk. Letâs talk when youâre sober.â you stated before his head softly met your shoulder. âI may be drunk and very honry because of you but you mean so much to me. Why am I just a frat boy to you?â he pouted. âJungkook, Iâll talk about this when youâll be able to remember.â The boyâs head fell softly onto your lap before he seemed to fall asleep, he looked so peaceful, as if there was not a care in the world. You lightly caressed his face before Lexi made an appearance. âWoah, what happened here?â âHeâs drunk and knocked out.â you told her, moving your hand away from Jungkookâs face. âDid you get to talk to him?â Yoongi asked as he sat down beside Lexi. âOkay, where did you come from? Also, no. By the time I saw him he was piss drunk.â you replied. âYou guys are so frustrating, I mean, youâre clearly into each other.â Lexi whined. âNot so simple.â â___, face it. You like him. Iâve never seen you like someone this much during your lifetime.â Yoongi teased. âOkay, even if I did. Whatâs it to you guys?â âWell, if you two actually got your shit together, weâd be stress free.â Lexi smiled. âLook, Iâll talk to him when heâs sober. I havenât seen him all week and the time I do heâs knocked out on my lap.â âIs that why youâve been so pissy all week? Because you hadnât seen him?â Lexi asked. âDid you only just realise?â Yoongi laughed. âCan you guys help me take him upstairs? I donât want to be stuck here for the rest of the night.â âYou mean you donât want the love of your life to stay so close to you?â Lexi joked. âGuys, please.â âOkay, fine.â Yoongi said before coming to move Jungkook with you. The three of you helped him get to his bedroom, where you took off his shoes and tucked him into bed. âThanks guy, you can go back to the party, Iâll be down in a second.â you said before turning your attention back to Jungkook who seemed to have fallen back to sleep. When you turned away and started to make your way to the door you heard Jungkook say â___, stay.â
âHoney, youâre drunk and sleepy. Get some rest.â âNo, ___, come here.â âJungkook.â âCall me honey again.â he mumbled. âI like it.â he added. âJungkook, get some sleep. Iâll talk to you later.â âNo, please, at least give me a hug?â he whined so you gave in and made your way back towards him. His strong arms pulled you into his embrace, almost causing you to lose balance and collapse onto him. âThank you.â he muttered when you pulled away but he grabbed you again and placed a kiss on your lips, but you quickly pulled away from him. âJungkook, stop. Youâre drunk, you donât know what youâre doing. I want you to sleep.â âOkay, but only because you want me to. Goodnight, sweetheart.â âYouâre such a handful sometimes.â you mumbled as you closed the door behind you. âWhat took you so long?â Yoongi asked you when you sat down beside him. âI just wanted to make sure he was good.â âThatâs it?â âYeah.â The party was finally dying down, people were leaving and falling asleep but you remained more awake than ever. â___, are you coming home?â Lexi asked. âI think Iâll stay here.â âOkay, Iâll see you later.â Since you couldnât sleep you decided to clean up the mess that remained. Itâs not like it would clean itself, right? Three hours later, you were still wide awake and most of the mess was gone. You just couldnât get Jungkook off your mind; he hadnât spoken to you all week and then he went and did what he did. Is this how he was feeling? You ignored your thoughts and carried on cleaning until you heard footsteps coming down the stairs, you turned your attention towards the figure walking down and it was no other than a very tired Jungkook. âWhat are you doing up?â you asked him. âI got thirsty.â he quickly replied, walking straight past you and into the kitchen. âOkay.â you muttered before resuming to cleaning. Thanks to you the place was now spotless.
âWhy are you awake?â Jungkook asked when he reappeared with a glass of water. âI couldnât sleep. For once, I didnât end up asleep in your room.â you chuckled. âYeah, uh, thanks for bringing me up.â âHow did you know I did?â â___, I was drunk but I wasnât as drunk as you normally get.â he smiled before placing the glass on the coffee table and taking a seat on the sofa. He signed for you to take a seat beside him. âSo, you remember everything you did?â you asked to which he nodded. âAre you still upset at me?â âNope. Just kinda upset that I went to bed with a hard on.â he joked, leaning back into the sofa. âYou were drunk, I wasnât gonna let you do anything like that. And why arenât you upset anymore?â you curiously asked. âI heard your conversation with Lexi and Yoongi. You. Like. Me. And! You were pissy because we didnât speak all week.â he smirked. âWhatâs your point?â âThere is such a big chance of us happening, baby.â âJungkook, you got upset over me calling you a frat boy and you didnât talk to me for a week. What makes you think anything will happen?â âSimple. We like each other. Oh, and you know your deal with Jimin? I told him I was disappointed in him and that if he won heâd have to give me the money so either way we get the money.â âWe?â âWell yeah, after I ask you to be my girlfriend but I should take you on a date first.â âYouâre serious?â âAs serious as my hard on.â âYouâre wha-â you stopped your sentence midway when you looked down and noticed the obvious tent in his jeans. âOkay, how? I didnât even say anything provocative.â âYouâre still in that dress, sweetheart. Youâre driving me crazy.â he growled as he moved closer to you, placing short but sweet kisses along your collarbone and neck. âSay something, baby.â he muttered against your neck. âLet me kiss you.â you replied. Jungkook pulled you onto his lap and grabbed your ass roughly as the two of you made out. Neither of you holding back any of the sexual frustration that had obviously built up. âYouâre so hot, baby.â Jungkook said to which you moaned in response. Somewhere along the way you had started to grind against Jungkook, causing him to moan in response. âFuck, I want you so bad.â he muttered before lifting your dress up to place two fingers against your clothed heat. âWow, so wet already. All for me?â âAll for you.â you managed to respond in between breaths. âDo you want my fingers inside you, babygirl?â âYes, please.â you mewled before you left hickies on his neck. Jungkook kissed you as he moved your panties so that his fingers could enter, you causing you to moan into the kiss. âYou like that, babygirl?â Jungkook asked as he used to thumb to rub your clit as he fingered you. You placed your head on his shoulder, unable to respond due to the stimulation. âAnswer me, baby.â he replied as he spare hand squeezed your ass. âI love it.â you managed to say in between breaths. âGood girl.â He curled his fingers inside of you every so often, eliciting moans from you. Not long later the heat built up in your stomach and you knew you were close. âJungkook, I-â âI know, baby. Cum for me.â He told you as his hands sped up causing you to scream out of pleasure. âToo loud. There are people sleeping, princess.â he chuckled before placing his two fingers into his mouth, cleaning up the mess you had made on him. âTastes so good, but letâs get to the best part.â
Jungkook placed you down so that you were laying on your back with him hovering above you. âIâll have to see your tits another time I just need to be inside you right now.â he smirked. âBe my guest.â âWhere did my submissive babygirl go?â âShe got impatient.â you told him as you pulled him down to kiss you. Afterwards Jungkook impatiently removed his jeans and briefly touched himself, using the precum as lube, before aligning his cock with you, whilst you removed your panties and pulled up your dress. He had barely placed the head inside you when you let out a moan. âWow, I havenât even done anything yet.â he chuckled. âJust, fuck me.â âYour wish is my command.â he said before shoving himself into and waiting for you to become adjusted to his size. Based on the look you gave him he knew he could finally move, starting off slow so that he wouldnât hurt you by accident. âPlease, faster.â you whined. âBaby, you have no idea how tight you feel.â he moaned as he thrust in and out of you. He sped up and ended up hitting just the spot over and over again, causing you to whine and moan over and over. Due to all the pleasure from your last orgasm and from Jungkook fucking you like there was no tomorrow you could feel your second orgasm beginning to make an appearance. âJungkook.â you whined as he thrust into you. âBaby, Iâm close.â you moaned, causing him to speed up his thrusts, making them become sloppy. âMe too, babygirl.â He moved closer to you, placing a kiss on your lips as he continued to fuck you senselessly and there it was. You were about to scream out his name before he kissed you to silence you, so that no one would catch the two of you. âIâm so close, baby.â he moaned and with one more thrust his cum painted your insides and he collapsed on top of you. He slowly pulled out of you, causing you to whine. âSorry, baby, we canât stay like that forever.â he chuckled before retrieving his clothes. âWait, are you on birth control?â he said, panic evident in his voice. âYeah.â âThank fuck, I completely forgot to ask before I fucked you.â âWell, Iâm on it. You know, for future reference.â âOkay, okay, câmon letâs get you to my room.â âI need to pee first.â âOkay, let me help you to the bathroom, then to my room. Letâs get some rest.â
A few hours later the two of you woke up, you were still wrapped in Jungkookâs arms and it felt so right. âHi.â he smiled. âHey.â âI like this.â he chuckled. âYeah, me too. I wouldnât mind waking up to you again.â âI should still take you on a date before I ask you to be my girl.â âSo do you usually fuck before the first date?â you teased. âYouâre the only exception. Iâve been crushing on you since like the start of this year so when you wanted to be assignment partners I knew it was my time to get you.â âYouâre cute.â you laughed as you placed a kiss on his lips. âDo you wanna change out of that?â Jungkook asked, realising you were still in the dress from last night. âYou have anything thatâll fit?â âYou could wear something as a dress but like something loose.â he replied as he left the bed to find you something better to wear. âHere you go, sweetie.â âThanks.â Jungkook and you then walked down the stairs together and headed towards the kitchen. âYou guys were loud.â Jimin smirked. âYouâre a pervert.â you responded. âSo are you together?â âNope.â Jungkook replied as he grabbed ingredients for breakfast with you. âYou fucked but youâre not together?â Yoongi replied. âI need to take her on a date first.â âYOU CAN FUCK BEFORE CALLING HER YOUR GIRLFRIEND BUT NOT BEFORE A DATE?â Yoongi screamed, probably causing anyone who was asleep to wake up. âYeah.â Jungkook shrugged. âYâall are weird.â Jimin muttered before leaving the kitchen with Yoongi. âHow about I take you on that date after breakfast?â âIâm down for that.â
âAre we going on another drive?â you asked him when you got into his car. âHow did you know?â he sarcastically replied. The two of you had been driving for an hour before Jungkook came to a stop. âWeâve been here before.â âYes, we have. Jungkook chuckled. âWhy did you take me back here?â âYou found it really pretty. I thought why not come back as our first date?â he told you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. âYouâre cheesy.â âYou like me. Are we playing state the obvious?â he joked. âYouâre the worst.â âWell, now youâre just lying.â he pouted. âMaybe, I am.â you responded, pulling away from his embrace to be face to face with him. âYouâre the best.â he told you. âI know.â you smirked before he placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. âBe my girlfriend?â
Two months later it was time to write your new opinions on love and compare it to what you had written last time. You had already written your part and now it was Jungkookâs turn. âJungkook, you want that A, right? Do your part!â you told him as you passed him the laptop that was on your lap. âOkay, okay. You canât rush art, baby.â âJust write it, please.â
I am not quite sure what romantic love feels like; Iâve had girlfriends before but I never felt strong emotions towards them and thought âCan I feel love?â but love isnât just romantic, it comes in all shapes and sizes. The beauty is that you could love anyone you want to, no matter gender, race, sexuality, it doesnât matter, love is love. Love is being able to hear my mother laugh after the stressful life she had while raising my brother and I; love is seeing my father crack a joke and enlightening the mood even further; love is seeing my friends laugh with each other. In fact, I think Iâm falling in love with someone right now and because of her, Iâm also falling in love with the world that surrounds her. Maybe I will experience romantic love one day but even if I donât thatâs okay. I have all these amazing people who love me, regardless. Love is the most beautiful thing we do and without it weâd be nowhere.
Itâs been three months since I wrote my last paragraph on what love meant in my eyes and since then Iâve fallen deeper in love with one of the most amazing people in this world. When you love someone romantically, they become your everything, they become the most beautiful person to you, they become the best thing about your life. This is my first time feeling something so real for someone and I donât plan on letting go. Love is different for everyone but for me love makes me a better person and is something everyone deserves to feel.
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Hey Alex. Your fics completely cheer up whenever I'm in a depressive state. I've read them all so many times. They're incredible. Unfortunately, my boyfriend broke up with me a month ago I guess hes an ex now and I'm confused and broken and Ive been listening non stop to ed sheeran's song "Happier". I was wondering if you could write post break up bellarke fic based kinda on the song, but with a happy ending from bellamys pov? I need a pick me up and a little bit of hope in my life tbh..
Iâm really sorry to hear about your break up! Thatâs rough. Also, side note, that song made me cry. I had never heard it before. So, the happy ending is kind of ambiguous in this fic, but I fully intended for you to assume that the last conversation goes well and they end up back together. I hope you like it! It ended up being more angsty than I had originally planned. [ao3]
He wasnât planning on stopping by Octaviaâs party, using thefact that he was working late as his excuse. But when Pike announced thatBellamy could clock out early, he knew that he had to at least swing by. IfOctavia found out that his schedule opened up and he didnât stop by, heâd neverhear the end of it.
It wasnât like Clarke ever stayed at parties long, anyway.He probably wouldnât even see her. She likely left an hour ago, since she was probablytoo tired from a shift at the hospital or had one early tomorrow morning. So,he took a few deep breaths before heading over to his sisterâs apartment.
The party was still raging on when he walked through the door,and Miller immediately put a beer in his hand. âHow have you been?â he asked,and Bellamy just shrugged. Miller looked over at Jackson, and Bellamy didnâtmiss the concerned look they exchanged. Yeah, they were worried about him, buthe was fine.
âThere you are!â Octavia shouted before he heard the soundof her loud feet rushing toward him. He turned to be ready for her hug, chucklingquietly at her excitement to see him. âIsnât this a fun party? Youâre so happyyou came, right?â she asked, her words slurring together, and he had to fightnot to roll his eyes. She was drunk.
âYes,â he replied, patting her on the head as he surveyedthe room. No sign of Clarke, thank God. He wouldnât know what he would say toher if he saw her again. It was inevitable that he would, so he probably shouldfigure something out. But he needed more time to get over the sting of losingher.
He plastered on a smile as Octavia dragged him through theapartment by his hand and introduced him to all her work friends he hadnât metyet. She ditched him to go whine to Lincoln about something, and Bellamysettled in next to Murphy as he downed the last of his beer. He looked over hisshoulder into the kitchen, spotting those fake margarita beer drinks that Octaviahad recently gotten upset with and let out a sigh. âThe good stuff is out onthe patio,â Murphy explained, and he let out a sigh of relief.
âThank God,â he muttered before making his way out there.
He probably should have known that there would be one or twopartygoers who would be out there. Itâs the only quiet place to be at anOctavia Blake party. Bellamy had ducked out here enough times to know that.
But nothing could have prepared him for finding Clarke andRoan out there together.
He freezes for a moment at the sight of Clarke curledup against him with her legs in his lap. It took him a moment to realize thatshe was asleep, and he probably would have laughed at the fact that ClarkeGriffin fell asleep at yet another party if it werenât for the fact that shewas literally sleeping on Roan.
He clenched his jaw as he fished out a beer from the cooler.He shouldnât actually be surprised. He and Clarke broke up. She was going tostart seeing other people. He couldnât have pushed her away any harder, if hewas being honest with himself. But Bellamy had somehow put the prospect ofClarke moving on out of his thoughts, meaning he was blindsided by this.
âOh hey, man,â Roan said, tearing his eyes away from hisphone to nod at Bellamy. Bellamy nodded back, grinding his teeth together as hedid. Without a word, he walked back into the apartment and took a seat at theempty kitchen table, one of the few spots in the room that gave him a decentview of what was happening on the patio. Maybe he just wanted to torturehimself, but he couldnât seem to keep his eyes off the two of them as Roanâshand traced up and down Clarkeâs back.
âDidnât you start this whole thing?â Jasper asked as he saton the table, swinging his legs back and forth so that he occasionally hitBellamy.
âYes,â he huffed, and Clarke started to stir outside. Sherubbed her eyes as she pushed herself up, and Roan put his phone down to saysomething that caused Clarke to erupt into laughter. His chest panged as he sawher bright smile. He couldnât even remember the last time he saw her smile likethat.
âSo, why are you acting like she broke up with you?â Jaspermuttered, and Bellamy took his eyes off Clarke for a moment to glare up at him.
âJasper, Iâm not in the mood,â he snapped. When his eyesreturned to the window, Roan and Clarke had stood up and were facing away fromhim. Both her hands were braced on the railing in front of her, but Roan wasstill rubbing her back.
The fact that it was Roan shouldnât have surprised Bellamy.He had always had the suspicion that Roan was attracted to Clarke, and it wasnâtlike he could blame Clarke for becoming interested in him once she becamesingle. He was an attractive guy, one that her mother would definitely approveof. Heâd probably fit more into Clarkeâs world than Bellamy ever did.
Jasper was still mumbling something when Bellamy pushed awayfrom the table. He wasnât going to sit there all night watching theex-girlfriend he was still in love with flirt with Roan, so he ducked into thekitchen, which was empty. He hopped up onto the counter and let out a breath.
He tried to distract his mind, but the image of themtogether kept popping up in his head again. Bellamy could see them together soclearly, now. Roan didnât pick fights with Clarke like Bellamy did, no, he wasfar more relaxed and easygoing. He was also not the kind of guy to screw aroundwhen it came to talking about how he felt. Clarke must love that since shedoesnât have to guess what Bellamyâs thinking anymore or deal with his freakouts when things got a little too serious. She found herself someone who wouldbe upfront with her, and itâs what she deserves.
He pressed his lips together as he heard the patio doorswing open. âJasper, are you ready for more shots?â he heard Roan tease, andBellamy threw his head back. God, Roan was even more fun around Bellamyâsfriends. âClarke?â
âOh, God no,â Clarke giggled, and it was such a sweet, happysound⊠and why wouldnât it be? Clarke seemed to be happy, probably happier thanshe had been with Bellamy. There was a quiet mumbling out there as Bellamyheard Jasper skip after Roan. âWhat?â he heard Clarke say, and he hit his headagainst the cabinet behind him.
He fucked up. God, he fucked up. He was falling too hard andfast for her and got scared. Everything with Clarke felt so natural and normal,and it scared him how easily he could get comfortable with her, especiallygiven how things went with Echo and Gina in the past.
All he could remember was how much he hurt before, and hisstupid, stupid self did what healways did: pushed her away before she could push him away. And now she was gone.He couldnât blame anyone but himself for the way he picked that fight.
He was taking another swig of his drink when Clarke strodeinto the kitchen, freezing as soon as she saw him. Her brows furrowed as shegave him a once over, and his heart pounded as he waited for her to saysomething.
âOctavia said you had to work tonight,â she finally settledon, and he fought not to roll his eyes at the fact that the two of them couldonly seem to make small talk now.
âMy shift ended early, so I stopped by,â he shrugged, andshe nodded along. Her brows were still furrowed, and he could tell that she hadsomething to say to him. But of course, his jealousy was still festering underthe surface and he said, âYou seemed to have a good nap outside.â
Her eyes widened at him, and he immediately regretted it.She was free to do whatever the hell she wants, after all. He shouldnât try tomake her feel bad for moving on. But of course, he always said the wrong thingat every given opportunity.
âIt was a long day,â she settled on, and he nodded along, keepinghis eyes fixed on the almost empty beer in his hand. âActually, I was just aboutto leave. I should go find your sister before I go,â she muttered beforeturning to leave, and Bellamy hit his head on the cabinet again, cursinghimself for pushing her away again.
He listened as Clarke gave her goodbyes to their friends. Montysaid something to make her laugh, and he found a smile tugging at his lips whenhe heard that beautiful sound. She talked with Harper, he thinks, for a minuteâŠand the ease with which she speaks to everyone causes his chest to pang. Sheused to be able to talk to him that way.
Maybe he should find a way to be happy for her. After all,she seemed happier now with Roan. And Clarke deserved to be happy. He wantedher to be so happy.
When the front door shut, he let out a breath. He survivedseeing Clarke tonight, barely. The panging in his chest probably wouldnât goaway any time soon, though he wasnât sure if it ever left.
He was coming up with excuses to leave the party too whenRoan came into the kitchen. âWhatâs wrong with you?â Roan snorted.
âNothing,â Bellamy lied.
âSo, it has nothing to do with the fact that you saw me withyour ex?â he asked, raising his eyebrows as he filled a cup with ice.
âClarke can date whoever she wants,â he replied.
âIâm not dating Clarke,â Roan corrected, and Bellamy hatedhow easy his own face gave his reaction away. Roan smirked at him, pleased thathe had finally broken Bellamy out of his fake indifference. âI donât make ahabit of dating girls who are still in love with their exes.â
âClarke isnâtââ
âShe is,â he interrupted. âItâs annoying, honestly. Fulloffense intended, you were a dick to her in the end.â
âI know,â he huffed, throwing his head back. He didnât needthis lecture from Roan when he had been giving it to himself all night. âItâshow I know she isnât still hung up on me.â
âInteresting,â Roan muttered as he walked back toward thedoor, âthen, why is she still in the parking lot, crying in her car?â Bellamyâshead snapped up to look at Roan, whose eyebrows were raised at him as he lookedover his shoulder. âDonât fuck it up this time,â he huffed before walking backout to the party. Bellamy jumped to his feet, abandoning his beer on thecountertop before striding toward the front door. He didnât bother tellinganyone where he went. Everyone was too drunk to notice he was gone, anyway.
When he got down to the parking lot, he found Clarkeâs carin the very back. He jogged toward her car, and as he got closer, he could seeher talking on the phone as she wiped a few tears from her cheek. He felt sickat the realization that he was the reason she was crying. He never wanted tohurt her. After all, he loved her⊠probably a little too much. He was justscared.
Clarkeâs eyes widened when she spotted him, and she said goodbyeto whoever she had been talking to. He stood still as she pushed herself out ofthe car, her brows furrowing in confusion as she looked up at him again. âWhatare youââ
âI miss you,â he interrupted, and her eyes softened. âIâmsorry. I know I donât get to just⊠Fuck,â he mumbled. He hadnât thought throughwhat he would say to her at all. He hadnât been thinking when he rushed downafter her. All he heard was that she was upset because of him, and he couldnât stayaway.
âI miss you too,â she said before he could stutter anythingelse out. Her blue eyes were staring back at him, still a bit red from crying.All he wanted to do was close the distance between them and pull her to hischest.
âCan we talk?â he asked, and she bit down on her lip. Herchest was rising and falling slowly as she took a few deep breaths.
It felt like hours had passed before she whispered, âYeah.â
A flicker of hope scorched through him as the two of them satdown on the curb. He was going to tell her everything that he didnât saybefore. He was going to make it right. And maybe, just maybe, sheâd let him tryto make her happy again.
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Some asks that Iâm answering all together because I donât have much to say and didnât necessarily want to put them all on peopleâs dashes:
I just rewatched Season 2 and Iâm asking myself why I liked Noora that much. Besides the whole William thing. What he did to Vilde was so gross and he did not change. And letâs be hones, what happend to Noora when she was young was what William did to Vilde. Besides that. When she just directly shows Eva the tabs on Isaks Phone and talks about him and Sara in such a judgmental and mean way. And the whole Syria Crisis thing was so awkward, she didnât really care. She just wanted to seem better 1\
2 than Eskild. And how she kissed Yousef even though she was so sure that Sana fancied him. And why? Because Sana did not tell her William had a new girlfriend. But in season 2 Noora doesnât tell Eva about Jonas new girlfriend for a while. She tells her right before Eva and her go to the party where Jonas and his girlfriend are too. Ugh Noora in season 1 was awesome but they completely destroyed her character.
Yeah, tbh Noora was never one of my favorites? Maybe because I try to live-and-let-live and not get too judgmental so itâs extra painful to see someone failing at that. I think Noora is realistic and sometimes relatable but it can be a little hard to watch, hahaha.
I was always okay with Noora until s4 though! I absolutely got completely sick of her during s4, ajhksjf. I donât hold kissing Yousef against her because I like to pretend that just didnât happen but I was exhausted by how much we were seeing and hearing about her.
Iâm confused as to why people are upset about William getting mad at Noora when he thought she slept with Nikolai?? Unless Iâm remembering it wrong, he asked her âdid you sleep with my brotherâ and she responded with âI donât knowâ and he stormed off. That definitely doesnât seem like an overreaction to me, just miscommunication as to what happened and what exactly Noora didnât know (whether she was raped or not vs. whether she had consensual with him or not)
Well, âI donât knowâ is an answer that doesnât really make sense when related to the question of having sex so I think people felt like it was little âehâ to not pick up on the undercurrent of what she was saying with it. But yeah, Iâm not holding his initial reaction against him. Itâs when he gets the texts that Iâm like â...whatâ.
just saw this in the tag "blackmail? lol she doesn't have to go on the date. all she had to do was say "hell no" and then tell vilde what happened. it's not that serious". why did society teach us it's desirable for a man to never stop even if you say no to him, that if he just keeps pushing you'll see the light eventually. it's also funny that france leaked a key episode again to create hype. there's no way it isn't intential. i guess at least Italy will get s3 since they're in Oslo now *sighs*
I probably should have addressed more about Noora agreeing to the date but oh well. ...I have an allergic reaction to âs3â and âremakeâ in the same sentence. Itâs making me not want to watch any of the remakes any farther, tbh.
one thing is also that he doesn't say it in a joking way, he sounds serious and it's very bad directed if that line was supposed to be a cute way of asking for consent.
Yeah, agreed, like I donât get that at all from the line. Itâs more what I figure it has to be.
If you look past how unnecessary annoying and obsessed Julie made Vilde (to a point some people probably thought it all was Vilde and not William), she also had a pattern with Norh*lm. His friends get beat up instead of him, he acts like 180, Noora doesn't owe him. He gets mad and hurt when she tells the truth, he walks away and she lays it out again but she kisses him. She doesn't know if she was assaulted but she has to get him back when he's been hurt. What a mess but boyfriend goalz!
Iâm tired.
If it's hard to see how Wilhelm pressured Noora then switch it out to be about sex or coming out of the closet and add in how everything affects Vilde with her eating disorder and fragilness with her feelings then perhaps it's clear as a day.
Sorry, Iâm not quite following this one! But I feel like I would support you. đ
I don't see why peolke think william changes in s2? He gets points from his fans that he stops sleeping with girls, is gentle and soft (Vilde said he was that and that's why she fell back to her, NHs must really dislike Vilde in the 2.8 scene), doesn't pressure her with sex after she says she wants to wait, doesn't read her messages, finishes her essay while she's sleeping after a panic attack and GOSH doesn't leave his love in that state to party hard. Then ignores/levavs her when he finds out.
Iâm still with Vilde, she deserved better than William and why isnât that true for Noora too?
I would actually say literally nothing I hate about willhelm (besides not using a condom) is stuff heard via rumors and gossip and actually just through stuff he actually does onscreen lol. Also even if He never would've actually told Vilde about what happened threatening to do so isn't any better sorry
I just really hate in general that heâs leveraging something to get to Noora. I mean, she does agree to this date (offscreen) but even then, it was a bargain and not because she actually wanted to be there. What kind of âdateâ is that. I just hate seeing that in any context, a woman coerced into a âromanticâ situation.
âTake Vilde, she reveals he was loyal, caring and gentle when they had sex beforehand we were made to believe the opposite was trueâ..Um and then he slept with every girl in school. I mean sleep with whoever you want, however many people you want but being gentle and nice in sex doesnât mean your a good person. That is the opposite of loyal.... I donât even hate William honestly think I hate Noora more but the pro side always reaches so hard only people who reach more are the Jonas haters.
Oh, yes, I didnât comment on that but the âloyalâ definitely doesnât apply.
I agree we should have gotten way more Vilde and Even content and way less Noora and William drama. I hated the way Vilde was portrayed(the comments she made about Sana to the Pepsi max girls and just some stuff she did/said weâre not cool and I didnât like that it was kinda brushed aside)and donât get me started on the lack of Even. He was(Iâm assuming)a big part of her life, he was best friends with her brother and was probably around a lot and we just didnât get the storyline they deserved.
*pours one out for the s4 we imagined during the hiatus*Â
Common trauma? Amazing how William knows Noora doesn't feel loved and left by her parents yet he shuts her out and leaves her after he's seen her having a panic attack when she can't breathe and says she feels as if she's going to die over something she isn't ready to share yet. And this is supposed to be a desirable relationship? At least they are attractive? But attractive white fuckboys have always gotten what they point at.
Yeahhhhhhhh, it really does make it harder to excuse what he does when he knows something is wrong and sheâs actually pretty upfront with âthereâs something I have to tell you but canât yetâ.
it's amazing how most 18/19 are decent at that age and you get to vote, drive and drink, but if you are a rich badboy you have a right to act however you want and people must forgive you in the end. since julie never made his bff chris be more than a second supporting character, why couldn't he be the huge asshole instead and wilhelm had to be torn with his loyalty? then I rmbr the blackmail date did so he missed defending his boys, tg s1 didn't say it was the date's fault he wasn't there! đ
I donât even mind that they started William out as an asshole, they just went too far with it imho and never pointed out âthis behavior is wrong and we know itâ and he never had to atone or redeem himself for what he did.
n8rhelm is supposed to be the classic hate to love story, there's a million movies but ive never seen one where the person is terrible to the love interest and manipulate them like this. also william is a really weak actor, don't know if that doesn't translate,all he have is his looks and glaring stares. he couldn't even deliver pretending to be a bad actor with niko there or when he tells nooea to be quick with the water. he has no timing or natrualness, only kisses and react n's great acting
I find Thomas Hayes to be... not a great actor but also not completely terrible? Thereâs some scenes I buy him (the marching band scene where heâs rolling his eyes I remember as good?) but he doesnât bring a lot sometimes. idk.
thegirlnooneknows5 replied to your post â(1) ok Iâm pro-noorhelm and arguing via ask is hard with a limit and IâŠâ
And whenever Noora talks about his good qualities and whatnot, we never really get to see them. Itâs all off screen. It would be easier to forgive him if we actually got to see his change, but ah well
â I think that would really improve things, tbh.
thegirlnooneknows5 replied to your post âthe funniest argument to me used by noorh*lm stans in excusing hisâŠâ
It also perpetuates the idea that âno means convince meâ and thatâs farked up
Ugh, yeah. Thatâs one of the more depressing undercurrents of s2.
daigina replied to your post â1)The truth is really in the eyes of the beholder , you guys donâtâŠâ
I agree itâs a good move with William but it does nothing to resolve the major problem with him that season which is how he treated Noora with no discussion or explanation or apology at all. If that detail had been fitted into even a short discussion between the two over all of THAT in Williams clip that would have been soooo nice
Also that was such a tiny thing?? Like they didnât even spare two seconds of dialogue on it, itâs barely there. If you need a magnifying glass to see character development, does it count?
Yeah, I liked that lawyer detail but it really was such a last minute, supplementary thing!
i still think julie had no idea what the fight was about in s4 or changed her mind when someone was coming back. we knew she rewrote and missed gullruten, several norwiegians reported on rumors at the time that she bearly had written the last episode when it was time for recording. she wrote the fan fave to have an unprovoked violent moments just in time to bring back the one who everyone complained had hit someone with a bottle. and how could yousef've been so wrong about what happened at bakka
oh god, letâs not even get started. it just makes me sad to think about how thrown together s4 wound up being.
Hi. Is it true that skam italia is using a white actress to play Sana, a muslim character?If so, it is wrong in so many levels, tbh!
I believe the actress is white and isnât a muslim. And yeah, nagl.Â
I feel like that with skam france they have the intention to do a season 3 and want it to start in autumn to align with the original series. Iâm not saying I agree or like this tactic but it seems to make the most sense of why. Sure the time span is short between 1 and 2 but itâs not the most unrealistic. The director said he went on this project because of season 3 especially so I guess thatâs why I think itâs like this. It would be more odd for Lucas to move in to the flat during the year.
Oh god... sorry, not you, Iâm just at the point where I really donât like being reminded that season three will ever be remade anywhere.
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Countless Roads - Chapter 7
Fic: Countless Roads - Chapter 7 - Ao3
Fandom: Flash, Legends Pairing: Gen, Mick Rory/Leonard Snart, others
Summary: Due to a family curse (which some call a gift), Leonard Snart has more life than he knows what to do with â and that gives him the ability to see, speak to, and even share with the various ghosts that are always surrounding him.
Sure, said curse also means heâs going to die sooner rather than later, just like his mother, but in the meantime Len has no intention of letting superheroes, time travelers, a surprisingly charming pyromaniac, and a lot of ghosts get in the way of him having a nice, successful career as a professional thief.
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Lenâs memories are out of order, which means heâs hurt himself again.
Between the smell of antiseptic, the noises around him, the way the sheets are just a bit too starched, heâs managed to figure out that heâs in a hospital. Now, the last thing he remembers is catching the bus down to Louisiana for a heist, so unless the bus blew up, he figures heâs missing a few memories.
Itâs okay. Theyâll come.
Letâs see. Did he get to Louisiana? The Best Western theyâd decided to stay at?
Yes, he remembers laughing with Mick at the décor, which was classic Best Western but which someone had tried to spruce up with a stuffed alligator, despite the fact that this was Shreveport, not New Orleans. Maybe because of that fact; what does Len know about alligators?
Okay, so they made it down there. What happened next?
He tries to think.
Dinner, he remembers going out to dinner with Mick, that definitely happened. Did they make it to the warehouse?
Warehouse â
Fire.
Oh, right.
Len cracks his eyes open.
Mickâs at his usual position.
Well, usual enough â heâs always on the next bed over, if there is one, or using a chair if they allow visitors. If they donât allow visitors, he goes invisible and hovers there anyway.
Today heâs opted for the floor, knees pulled up to his chest and chin drooping, just like the teenage ghost he was behind the aging-up that Len gave him. Heâs not nearly low enough on energy to return to that state â that only happened once, years and years ago, when Mick had had a really bad panic attack and had thrown a few things around, poltergeist-style, which he wasnât naturally good at, until heâd spat out enough energy to go back to teenage size, which had luckily worked to shock him out of the spiral heâd been in; but heâs had enough life to avoid having that happen for ages now â but he doesnât look good.
Lenâs still pretty pissed at him, but heâs also just superstitious enough not to want to break whatâs been working for them. And this has been working for them, really.
For better or for worse, they are, even though theyâve never come outright and said anything explicit. Lenâs not going to let something like this â even though heâs really pissed â be the thing that Mickâs always feared, the one-flaw-too-many that makes Len finally decide he doesnât want Mick around anymore.
No.
Never.
âMick,â Len says. âWhyâve I got an IV?â
He doesnât, actually, but he sees the fucker hiding out across the room, so itâs just a matter of time, really.
Mickâs head jerks up. âLenny,â he croaks. âOh, god.â
Len frowns at him. âThat close?â
Mick shudders. âToo close,â he says. âAs always. But this time â it was my fault, and I just â I couldnât live with that.â
Lenâs angry. Lenâs pissed off. Len is â
âTechnically, you ainât really living with anything, are you?â
â totally incapable of resisting an opening like that.
Mick gives him a sickly smile. âIâm glad youâre doing okay,â he says. âIâll â Iâll just go get Lisa.â
Len watches him drift away, frowning a bit. Damnit, Mick, itâs hard to be angry at someone when theyâre acting like a kicked dog already.
âLenny!â
âHi, Lisa,â Len says. âWhenâd you get here?â Then he pauses, realizing he has no idea where âhereâ is or how long itâs been.
âYouâve been in and out for about three days,â Lisa says, catching his look. âAnd weâre in Tulsa, Oklahoma.â
âTulsa?â
âBetter burn ward.â
âI got burned?â
âMore smoke inhalation than anything else, though yeah, youâve got a couple of nasty burns, too. Mick broke you out of the ambulance â well, first he broke himself out of his ambulance, though âbrokeâ isnât really the word â and brought you up here.â
âOh. Okay, that makes sense.â Len processes that. âSo whyâs he being mopey? I havenât even got a chance to yell at him yet.â
âHeâs upset because you nearly died, you moron,â Lisa says, dragging over a chair. âFor that matter, Iâm upset. The doc said you had another seizure.â
âYeah,â Len replies, making a face. âThatâs why Iâm gonna yell at Mick. Eventually.â
âYeah, about that. Care to go into slightly more detail about this whole âthe seizures donât bother me anymoreâ thing?â
âI explained!â Len says defensively. âI told you about the unquiet dead and all that.â
âYou told me that your ability to talk to ghosts is eventually going to kill you and then I started crying and the conversation derailed into an all-around Lisa-Snart-mope-fest,â Lisa says tartly. âIâd like more detail, thanks.â
ââŠIâm wounded and would like to go back to sleep now.â
âIf I believed that, Iâd let you. As I donât â talk.â
âFine, fine," Len sighs. He hadn't had much hope of that working, anyway. "So you know how I explained that the unquiet ghosts are ghosts that donât ask for my life energy, they just take it?â
âYeah, the bad ghosts.â
âTheyâre not all bad â okay,â Len amends, because Lisaâs giving him the âare you really defending Dad againâ look, and heâs not, honestly, âtheyâre pretty bad, not gonna lie. Theyâre not all killers and murderers and stuff, just people who are so goddamn self-centered they donât care about things like consent or killing me or anything like that.â
âBad ghosts,â Lisa says firmly.
âBad ghosts,â Len concedes. âAnyway, when they suck out too much of my energy, or if I give too much of it away, it reads like a seizure.â
âFrom what I understand, it acts like a seizure.â
âWell, kinda. The docs donât actually know whatâs going on, but it looks a lot like a seizure, either grand mal or petite mal, and they say the side effects are pretty similar, too. But itâs not really like epilepsy; there are specific factors and I know exactly when an attack is going to happen. Well. Not exactly, see the events that led me here, but I can at least predict it, most of the time.â
Lisa nods. âAnd the good ghosts protect you from the bad ghosts, right?â She pauses. âMan, I really hope no one is eavesdropping on this conversation.â
âTheyâll think weâre talking in code,â Len says dismissively. âAnd see, this is where the good ghost/bad ghost thing breaks down. Like â you remember Deena, right? She hung out for a while after Daniela passed on?â
âThe rocker chick with the guitar? Yeah, sure.â
âShe killed eight people.â
âWhat?â
âSheâs a savage haunting,â Len says, shrugging. âPoltergeist in her natural form. She was doing the classic blood-writing-on-walls bullshit, said sheâs seen it in the Shining and thought it was appropriate.â
âYouâre joking. Deena?â
âShe calmed down a bit once I made her come home with me, stick around for a few months before going back to search for her killer,â Len says, shrugging. âShe was killing people pretty indiscriminately at that bed and breakfast over the last five years. Ghost logic isnât human logic â she figured whoever the guy that killed her in that hotel room was still there, for some reason. I talked some sense into her, got her to stop killing innocents.â
âAnd now, what, she just kills people she thinks might be the guy?â
âNo,â Len says, rolling his eyes. âI broke into the police station and let her read over the police reports, she figured out it was a mobster thing, and now sheâs gone off to go fuck with the guy that did it so that heâll eventually confess. Or die. Sheâs kind of indifferent between the two.â
ââŠgood for her, I guess,â Lisa says, blinking. Itâs understandable; Deenaâs a real sweetheart most of the time. Sheâs just really, really angry about the whole death-before-stardom thing. Len sees her sometimes when he goes too close to the Santini safehouses; she always waves. âSo, getting back to the point. Itâs good ghosts â er, friendly ghosts â versus bad ghosts, right?â
âYeah, basically. Except I donât usually need to cart around that many friendly ghosts anymore, âcause Iâve got Mick and heâs really good at fighting off the unquiet dead.â
âThe bad ghosts, right. So what happened this time?â
Len makes a face. âI didnât bring too many ghosts along, because most of the ones I wouldâve brought had things they wanted to do in Central. Figured Iâd be fine with just Mick.â
âAnd?â
âThe warehouse we were in went up like a match,â Len says. âMick got distracted. Thatâs when the unquiet ghosts hit. A whole bunch of them, all at once, just ââ Len shudders at the memory. Each hand grasping, pulling, tugging; the feeling of his life dripping out of him, yanked out by the handful; the ghosts' hungry, hateful faces; the knowledge that itâs not enough, nothing will be enough, nothing but life again, real life, their own lives, something they can never have again, and worst of all, they know it and they hate it and they're so angry â
âNot good,â Lisa says.
âYeah. Not good. They got too much of me and so, you know ââ
âSeizure.â
âSeizure in the middle of a warehouse thatâs on fire. Because Mick was too distracted by the flames to help.â
Lisa makes a face. âOuch,â she says. âI see why heâs so upset.â
âYou see why heâs so upset?â
âHe loves you more than anything, you know that,â Lisa says, all too reasonably. âIf he thought you were dead and it was his fault, well. I donât even know what would happen.â
âBad things,â Len says with a sigh. He sees his stuff on the chair next to the hospital bed and reaches over to it. Is there- ah, yes, here it is. He pulls out his phone and does a few searches on some already saved websites, all of which confirm what he'd been worried about. Great. He'd been hoping the last few times were a fluke.
"Bad things?" Lisa prompts, when it looks like he's finished. She's used to him getting distracted from a conversation, and good at picking up where they left off once he's done. "What sort of bad things?"
Len grimaces, putting down his phone. "I mean bad things. You know how I always said I wasn't sure me and Mick, that was something we were supposed to be doing?"
"You said you didn't care, either," Lisa reminds him.
True.
"Still don't," Len says. "But, well, it turns out the reason people my family don't typically empower specific ghosts all that much over long periods of time - the way I do with Mick - is because they get real powerful when we do.â
Lisa frowns. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, I mean, Mick would never do this sorta shit on purpose, but â you remember that panic attack way back? Throwing everything around?â
âYeah?â
âHe had one like that a few months back. Nothing like this time, but I noticed something weird. And this time confirms my suspicions, assuming he got angry -"
"Oh, did he ever," Lisa says dryly.
"Yeah, well, this time he didn't just toss around some chairs," Len says. "This time he nearly started a tornado.â
âWhat?â
âYep. I tracked the weather patterns," Len says, nodding at his phone. Having access to the various weather guides' internal data was definitely worth the money he'd paid the hacker to do it. "The patternâs consistent with what happened last time. Normal ghosts, they throw around stuff in a room, right? Turns out Mickâs so powerful, he's started throwing around weather formations.â
âShit.â
âYeah.â
âWell,â Lisa says. âClearly the answer is for you to not die.â
âLise.â
âYou expect me to be upset that my brotherâs death will be accompanied by rain and storm and possibly hellfire?â Lisa asks, arching her eyebrows. âI think thatâs a plus, honestly.â
Len shakes his head. Lisa did always have a way of cheering him up. âTell Mick he can come back,â he says. âIâm only a little angry at him.â
Even that little amount of anger is gone by the time Mick returns. Len not being angry doesnât seem to help, though.
Mick comes back, yes, but his smiles remain sickly and his expression harried. He averts his eyes often, fixing them on the ground instead; he finds excuses not to do things he enjoys, like cooking; he doesnât go on jobs with Len, recommending others â either other crew, or other ghosts, or something. He barely lights fires.
He's haunting their safehouses, far more than he ever did before.
Nothing seems to help - not trips to nice restaurants, not burning things, not ice cream, not anything. Len's quizzed all his ghosts - not Nora, whose beloved baby boy had a terrible accident some time back, ending up in a coma, a set of events that has sent her into her own fit of depression, but all the others - and they've suggested all sorts of things, but nothing's worked to help cheer Mick up.
Not even Len assuring him that he's really not angry will do it.
Len even tries actually talking about it, and he hates talking.
"Mick," he says. "What can I do to help fix what's ailing you?"
"I'm a ghost," Mick says. "I don't get sick."
"You're depressed. Or acting like it. Ever since the fire -"
Mick shrugs. His shoulders and arms are covered with twisted burn scars, far worse than the ones Len got in real life; Len worked with Mick to figure out how Mick could make small adjustments to his appearance so that people wouldn't wonder why he didn't shave when they were both in lock-up, but he never imagined that Mick would use it to burn scars into his self-image.
"Mick, you know I'm not upset, right?"
"I know."
"I don't hold what happened against you."
"I know."
"You know I still want you by my side."
"I know."
"And you know I'm okay."
"I know."
"So nothing bad happened," Len says, slightly exasperated. "Nothing more than a few weeks in the hospital. What's the problem?"
Mick breathes deep, a long inhalation and exhale as a sigh. "It's trust, Lenny."
"Trust?"
Mick nods.
"You worried I don't trust you to watch my back anymore?"
"No," Mick says. "I know you do. It's that I don't trust myself to watch your back anymore."
Len opens his mouth but finds himself speechless for once.
"I'm dragging you down, Len; holding you back," Mick says. "It's just the way it is. I swore to myself I'd only ever help you, not hurt you, and then I hurt you 'cause I couldn't watch myself. Couldnât control myself. It's better for you â better for both of us â if I don't shove my nose in where it don't belong."
"You're wrong," Len says, overwhelmed and appalled by the sheer wrongness of what Mick is saying, all eloquence and persuasiveness gone, his tongue sticking in his throat as he desperately searched for the right words to stop whatever this is that's happening here. "You're so wrong, Mick â I want you by my side, I need you by my side -"
"You don't need anyone," Mick says.
"The unquiet dead â"
"You have the other ghosts."
"Are you leaving me?" Len bursts out, horrified into speech at last. "Is that it? You leaving me behind? You want out?"
"No," Mick says, looking surprised. "I'm here for you, you know that. But I don't want you relying on me. For your own sake."
Len opens his mouth to say something, but Mick opts to disappear instead of talking it out.
Len could probably force him to come back. He knows that, knows it deep in his bones; if he yelled "Come back and talk to me", Mick would. He's as filled up on Len's life as a ghost can get, and that makes a bond between them. If Len can make the regular dead listen, he can make Mick listen.
But no.
Len would never do that to Mick, never force him like that, not for anything short of life and death.
God. How did this happen?
Mick doesnât want to be with him. Or he does, but he doesnât want to actually do things with Len; he wants to punish himself instead, just like he was punishing himself for his family all the way back in juvie. What stupid thing is Mick gonna think of next? Maybe he'll decide that being there for Len doesn't necessarily have to involve his presence, so maybe he should stop being around so he can stop Len from giving him his life again?
Damnit, he'd better not do that. He has to stick around, or else how is Len going to convince him that he's making a terrible mistake?
Besides, Len doesn't see it as giving Mick his life; he hasn't for years. They share his life, because what's Len's is Mick's and what's Mick's is Len's, and he doesn't understand why it's so hard for Mick to see that â
Hmm.
That gives Len an idea.
But first, he's going to need some supplies.
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bias tag game
hoooooooo boy so i was tagged by @hoodiejungkookâ @literally-just-yoongi-trashâ @aragyeomâ to do this... y do u want me to expose myself like this
Rules: write down the last 15 associated tags with your bias. Â
yoongs:
#take his belt and choke me with it
#not to be nsfw buti have an undying need to fucking hug this manÂ
#when wiwllhe start capitalising on his sweat as a highlight tbh #i wna tthtta glowhgngnnfngngnghhggghhg #why is my grandpa man so hot ti rlly wanan dfckkin d8 him
#omfg fuck off #look at him hes a dumpling #a soot ball #he owns the key to m heart #honestly im rlly soft over my boys tonight #im cryign in th club
#im sorry but he looks like that sailor moon 'but you didnt do anything' meme #but like hot
#im... rlly out here loving this loser i cannot believe myself #i fell in love with some grandpa infant hybrid #look at this pingu lookin ass god i love him so much
#who let this emo kid out the house #wheres his mum
#c hoke #what the fuck wjat the fuck #when will he fucking spit on me #whatthehfuxuckgoddddddddddddddd he #what the fuck i swear everyone wants me to roll into a coma and fucking die #i hope ifkckng choke seriously what thejfuck is thsi #what is his problem why is he like this
#thsi is the begsat theing to evr hapoenr yi me shsudjrnshjsjrbndkansb pleaese
#ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my god you own my fucking heart #u cld own my kidney too if u ever need it just ask
#i want him to tuck him in n kiss his forehead but i also want him to spit in my mouth u feel? #probably not #kinkshame me
#okay... he gettin thicker #i love my man's pancake ass okay #im eatin well tonight !!/1!!1/! #nourished !! #acvdhdjsjbdbsjsj hav i evr mntiond i hte mslf
#i love him so much ohmygod #!! fuck !! #m heart went nyooooooooooooom  #đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ
#m heart just launched outta m chest #idk wht t doabout it tbh #i... need that
#ohmygodohmyogogododdoohohoh #hooh my fuckicjg n god #im fucking malfunctioning btixch #bwaht the fuck he looks so fucking goood #hes rlly rpepin the gays again inhis flannel #an icon #he looks like a billion fckng dollars bitxchm im rlly choking #im gna eat a fucking shoe i love him so mcuh #godthey rlly mad ehim blond again #i dk what to domblond yoongs has always been m favourtei #n im alwaysh fucking screaming about it and bitch x hes rlly blodn n im rlly crying because fuck #hhes in his fckckng prime okay #hes th mc of m heartmcnncnnnnnggggggggggggggjhsbdhjbfhbnj
jungkook:
#i wanna punch him in th face #but with lovecause i love him so much #i cld never hurt him #honestly i'd much rather him sucker punch me in the jaw #look at him he's such a shit but he's my favourite #eugghhdghhdhhhhjjhhjhjÂ
#he cld crush a bitxch with those thighs #(its me) #(im the bitxch) #(please crush me)
#fucking b e a n me #rightin th fckn skull #just straight up fucking murder me #what kinda zoom #its all so shiny #hes fckng gleaming #his shirt is fcking gleaming #meanwhile im constructing my coffin while i wait for him to b e a n me #the fuck
#biyxch his tiddies bigger than mine
#its always th lasttwo gufs that tip me over the edge #m reachign fr th mfing gun bitxch #i hate this shirt n its aphrodisiac bullshit #oyster juice #it had to have been soaked in fckng ousyetr juice #can u hear my inner turmoil sis............. this shirt has victimised me #the shirt #it strikes again
#wow look its my emo boyfriend
#ggggggggggggggno the shirt can fuck off #whoever manufactured it #you know what no it wasnt manufactured #it was hand crafted by satan himself to fucking tempt me to evil #show me a single fancam of mr jeon fucking jungkook in that shirt where he doesnt look at one with the fucking devil #find me one! #i can guarantee u wont find any bitxch #possessed #absolute blasphemy #i hope i fckign burn in hell
#the second gif is him throwing my heart out the fucking window
#ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my gohd how can he be this cute while literally drnched in sweat #ion kno but hes gleaming #shining #glowing even #he hsa no faults #look at his smile it cld make flwers grow fck off #n the stars are in his eyes #all of them #im real emo tonight #hes so bright #the most beautiful boy #a baby #my best baby boy in th whole wrld #i wld gv hm m everythng #i love hm so mch m heart is so full #im nourished
#this era makes m choke on air #he was so rude the entire time i really hsatge bjgbnkgjbnfdkjbdfj bjbngnbkgnbkgfkbng #...gotta go #i hope he *** **** ******** ** *** ***** ** *** **********
#jungkook is so cute i love him so much what the fuck #he is the purest mostwholesome lil fella ive ever seen #his gecko friend :(((( #bitxch #search: how to be a gecko #hes so excited wgdhjb #'this one is a different guy!" #what the actual fuck jungkook rip m heart out y dont u #he saved m life wow #bad day who? dont know her #m never gna b sad again
#oh my god someone get me out of his ass #i'm too far #so far up his ass
#ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm????? #i want him to dropkick me down a flight of stairs
#i want to fuxjckxking die and be dead get this photo away from me #what the ever loving fuck #are you seeing jungkooks arm??? are u seei g it #cause biyxch i am and i choxked #i hope i die #ababsbndnenjabsbsjjsnsl ouc h
#hes like my age in these photos whahat the fuck #why do noboys near me look exactly like this with this exact personality and this exact dna
jimin:
#he looks like a sad puppy and im not having it #ill fight the fucking rain #ill punch a cloud i dont give a fuckÂ
#i wld step on a lego brick for u
#omg hs lilcrooked tooth #im ugly cryign bitxch #thats it im cryign in th club fr real
#im screamign outta my ass #what the fuck jimin #what kinda extra ass #he did a fuckin split to try and kick a golden glittering pompom #this is gay culture
#he looks like a rich housewife #please step on me
#his fucking n e c k #look at it fuck #what the fuckim..... #im rlly reaching fr th fckng gun sis jesus hcirst
#@nasa i will pay you to launch me into th fckng sun bitxchÂ
#can he maybe... jump like that again... on m fuckin headÂ
#i swear hes like... made of gold and honey and stardust or smth what th e fuck
#i literally just said oh my god under m breath #buyt i cldnt get th words right so i just sorta went ohgghg #what the fuck
#this is some chaotic evil behaviour right here what the fuck jimin
#perfection? on my dash? its morelikely than u think!
#i hope i die immediately right now this very second
#can he punch me in th fucking throatplease #i will pay him to straight up fucking deck me
#oh my fucking god im #he #whatthe actual fuck is this?????? #what the fuck is thsi ?!??!?!?! #no #ihave truly had e nough of this shit ajshdbjdbnjfkfl #i become a fckcng jimin stan and this is th shit i get in return???????? #chronic agonising pain #yes thnk u jimin thts rlly what i fuckcing signed up for #this was not part of th fucking contract #i just wanted a cute squishy boy with a lil button nose #n mybe a bit of sad contemplation #i did not want !!!! sin !!!!!! #in my christian household????????? #blasphemy #this is fucking blasphemy #the power of christ compels you #fuck wheres the holy water bitxch #this boysjhdbfjhbfjbjgbjbfbflk #u kno what fuck it if this is what death feels like sign me th fuck up #guess ill just die bitxch
do u ever just look back at your past self and think... is she okay
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@bythepowerof4 Â in depth discussion of daisys every weakness and the responsibilities of power
bythepowerof4 hey question that ive been too nervous to ask in public: do people eat people here cause thats uh pretty mega fucked up?
nickatnightwalker honestly ive been running on the assumption that they do since theres like vampires and shit?
bythepowerof4 not to bring the mood down lol ill keep it light when we're hanging ;) oh
bythepowerof4 yeah shit
nickatnightwalker yeah shit
bythepowerof4 i havent been out here at night much so i havent seen em whoops
nickatnightwalker im familiar with a few but ive been trying to get my room to swiss bank status so we can chill there if youre worried
bythepowerof4 that sounds very excellent do you not have a roomie?? i got saddled with another newbie like straight away
nickatnightwalker nah, no roomie there's still a lot of empty dorms in my hall too
bythepowerof4 youre in the humany dorm right?? thats not very comforting lol
nickatnightwalker yyyyyyyyyyyyeah i know right where are you?
bythepowerof4 uhhhh proteus!!
nickatnightwalker which one is that
bythepowerof4 with the shapeshifty people i think?? total bull
nickatnightwalker doyou shapeshift?
bythepowerof4 uh not really? only once but i guess it looks like i am to everyone else? im not sure on the specifics
nickatnightwalker thats baffling you said stuff but to me it still means nothing
bythepowerof4 when we meet up you can judge for yourself, tell me if my form looks permeable and mutable to you or whatever lmao i was told we werent supposed to ask about this stuff :p
nickatnightwalker fromwho? i always wanna know
nickatnightwalker ort you woah sorry i hate tumblr
bythepowerof4 ???
nickatnightwalker yeah i didnt mean to send that lmao
bythepowerof4 lol uh i think it was, headsarolling, whoever that is, and the guy with the little cartoon smoker for an icon?? who got all defensive abt their supermatural shit
nickatnightwalker oh the headless kid is kind of a dick
bythepowerof4 hey also this might sound weird wait what
nickatnightwalker yeah?
bythepowerof4 headless????
nickatnightwalker headsarolling has no head
bythepowerof4 is that a thing oh my god
nickatnightwalker yeah yep thats what i said
bythepowerof4 ok for my own sanity im not gonna dwell on that ok ANYWAY
nickatnightwalker yeah bring it
bythepowerof4 could you. bring me my shoes back
nickatnightwalker sorry what
bythepowerof4 my shoes. daisy took my shoes
nickatnightwalker i am not surprised
bythepowerof4 which was ok at the time because she mustve had a pretty shit night with the uh, fire, and being propositioned by count freakmeout, but its been a while and i still dont have my shoes
nickatnightwalker ok yeah i can do that
bythepowerof4 ok cool thanks im sure she was kidding about her room being some mysterious death chamber but i dont wanna risk it
nickatnightwalker nah it kinda is but i can get through
bythepowerof4 lol spousal privilege does wonders ;)
nickatnightwalker actually we decided to not get married and live in sin for a while
bythepowerof4 best way to live obviously
nickatnightwalker i mean, you're only young once right
bythepowerof4 right!! enjoy it while you're both young soon enough youll be sitting in a dive bar complaining bout the ol ball and chain. time flies its a drag
bythepowerof4 hey we can real talk for a second right??
nickatnightwalker yeah im
nickatnightwalker kind of baked but hit me with it
bythepowerof4 ok obviously youre not actually dating daisy or if you are its like?? some weirdo casual shit so like my concerns are twofold 1. what is she like, into 2. is she actually as fucking terrifying as she was at that fight or was that like, for show
nickatnightwalker 1. Â idk who she's into atm she's mysterious like that 2. Â yes shes always like that you just kind of learn to roll with it sometimes she chills
bythepowerof4 ok. um
bythepowerof4 you know what i actually dont know what to do with this information but thanks
nickatnightwalker youre welcome she likes unicorns
bythepowerof4 not sure how to figure that into my approach but thats weirdly cute?
nickatnightwalker shes cute her eyes are far apart
nickatnightwalker she spins when shes happy
bythepowerof4 yeah wow
nickatnightwalker sometimes shes happy for bad reasons she was sitting on ins
bythepowerof4 thats not ominous at all
nickatnightwalker you just have ot tell her no very serioiusly it's hard
bythepowerof4 yeah i can see how that would be difficult youre like her little jiminy cricket tho thats so sweet
nickatnightwalker it's a heavy burden to bear
bythepowerof4 we gotta do what we gotta do does this burden come automatically with asking her out though id kinda wanna be more casual
nickatnightwalker no one can do it but im im the chosen one
bythepowerof4 on behalf of the student body id like to thank you for your sacrifice
nickatnightwalker youe welcome it's hard to be bufy the vampireslayer
bythepowerof4 oh, all those beautiful vampire boys lusting after you and your tight leather pants, must be such a nightmare!!
nickatnightwalker it is truely truely a nightmare andas far as i  know  leatherpants are not a part of this equation
bythepowerof4 youre such a poser dude did you even make it to season six?? early 00s fashion disasters abound, leather clad legs akimbo
nickatnightwalker rihgt no thats right season 6
nickatnightwalker i watched that????
bythepowerof4 lmao, if you need a refresher im ready and willing
nickatnightwalker i marathoned it l ast week it suddenly got so relevant\
bythepowerof4 lol ur telling me
nickatnightwalker listen listen i tried to kss one
bythepowerof4 wait a fucking second im slow ok but are you?? referring to mr byron?? FUCK
nickatnightwalker whom
bythepowerof4 dude!!!
nickatnightwalker o h what everyone makesmistakes everyonehas those days
bythepowerof4 you dont wanna be dinner right youre doing a piss poor job of staying away from vampires aka the most likely people to kill you everybody knows what what im talkin bout everybody gets that way
nickatnightwalker thank you you get it i didnt know how can thi sbe bmy fault
bythepowerof4 didnt he brag on night one how good he is at like, rending flesh from bone or something like i figured he was full of shit but its still a red flag mate
nickatnightwalker didnt know who he was trust me i wouldnt have com neAR that face
bythepowerof4 lmao youve got some shit luck huh
nickatnightwalker unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnbelievably daisyll kill hiim if hekills me though
nickatnightwalker vengeance from beyond the grave
bythepowerof4 hey bro pact if im ever about to get all up on someone who wants to taste my still beating heart or whatever please stop me aww cute!! avenging each others death is some really good bonding shit very um
nickatnightwalker i will absolutely stop you
bythepowerof4 hamlet i think
nickatnightwalker that was his dad
bythepowerof4 oh thanks (: oh ok gotcha
nickatnightwalker mnot related to daisy
nickatnightwalker not my dad or my uncle
bythepowerof4 bro pact if i ever misquote shakespeare in front of ur not dad or uncle please stop me i get the feeling its a deal breaker
nickatnightwalker oh my god is it ever if you dont know what shes saying sometimes its quotes she quotes a lot when she doesnt know what to say also cute
bythepowerof4 lmao very
nickatnightwalker very
nickatnightwalker you know what she
nickatnightwalker also makes this face like when you fuck up a quote?? her nose
bythepowerof4 im guessing you do it constantly and unapologetically then lol
nickatnightwalker no i dont misquote
bythepowerof4 woow sorry mr walker!! how dare i suggest otherwise
nickatnightwalker its ok i undersatnd
bythepowerof4 youre so forgiving!! damian is a very lucky undead creature of the night (:
nickatnightwalker why
bythepowerof4 i was kinda saying like "hes lucky to have you" but that might be a bit mean sorry :/
nickatnightwalker he has nothign
bythepowerof4 lol glad to hear it
nickatnightwalker youre welcome ame same
bythepowerof4 wait a fucking second am i the only person both awake and sober how did you let this happen
nickatnightwalker things progressed byond my control
bythepowerof4 suck it up chosen one!! power is control or something like that
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