#i’ll keep her outfit in my back pocket tho it’s cute

[kismetmoon]

a dump of some of my older stuff. i can’t remember who this was supposed to be. i think it may have been Nora from Flat Dreams or it was just very early Elizabeth / Elizabeth’s mother concepts. either way, i love victorian blouses so i had to give a little line one.

[ID: five monochrome traditional drawings of an original, stylised Flatland character.

She has a thin, humanoid body with pitch black skin, an eye for a head with long eyelashes and (depending on the photo) she has either a blunt, sharp or no point on top, arms but no legs - her legs have been replaced by a single point. She is wearing a victorian-styled blouse and a long black or grey skirt.

In the first photo, she is standing with her arms by her side and staring directly at the viewer with a wide-eyed expression.

In the second photo, she is sitting down with her hands held together on her lap. She is looking to the bottom left with a gentle expression.

In the third photo, she is standing with her body curving over to the right and holding a lantern in her left hand. Her right hand is in front of her skirt and she is looking to the left with a neutral expression.

In the fourth photo, she is standing upright with her arms lowered and her hands joined in front of her skirt. Her head is slightly tilted to the right and she has a tired expression. She is looking to the bottom right.

In the fifth photo, she is faced sidewards and looking towards the right with a wide-eyed expression. Her hands are lowered in front of her skirt and she positioned as if wind is strongly blowing on her and pushing her to the right of the screen. Her clothes are flowing in the direction of the wind.

End ID.]

[postmodernbeing]

Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: 104th training corps (College AU - Outfits pt I)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. I decided to continue writing about this College AU , only this time, I'm making some outfits HCs, since I'm working in a oneshot and this visuals could be helpful. Also, it seemed like a lot of fun so I've decided to give it a try. Hope y'all like this. Much love.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Contains spoilers (for the icons that I used in some characters) // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Eren Yeager

Chains and rings of stainless-steel. Combat boots matching faux-leather jackets with studs and pins from bands.

Has a few flannel shirts (that he stole from Zeke, his brother doesn't mind, tho). But for the most part, Eren's shirts are from merch of bands with a few (handmade) changes.

Eren likes to sew badly on purpose some patterns or figures by following quick tutorials. All his clothes are modified or drawn over.

While his main looks are metal head alike, he also wears snickers, hoodies, sporty pants, and jackets to class. Pretty laid back, he looks as he just woke up from a nap all the time tbh.

Sometimes goes skating but he’s not that good, his skateboard is more of a fashion statement really.

Has both ears pierced around (lobe type) and tattoos on both arms.

It’s pretty obvious to this point, but I’ll say it anyways: Eren wears black religiously. Definitely he’s open to darker shades of any color, but must wear something black at least.

Mikasa Ackerman

Our girl wears black clothes mostly. She doesn’t have a preference between skirts/dresses or pants, but you’ll rarely see her wearing jeans.

Many skirts and ripped tights to match with platform boots or classic converse. Also owns a large wardrobe with different hoodie and shirt sizes and designs yet mostly in dark shades.

Lots of necklaces and rings with perforations to match, none in her face yet lots in her ears. Mikasa has only one tattoo: Azumabito’s clan logo.

Speaking about Azumabito’s, whenever she’s working with them, she wears faux leather jackets at most, and her classic red turtleneck. Nothing too exaggerated nor formal.

A total goth since middle school, and even though in college finds it a bit unpractical, she tries to keep it as loyal to her style as possible.

Books and notebooks are part of her attires. She’d be writing or reading at any time that’s possible. Not always about her classes, tho. She also likes novels and arts. An artsy goth, perhaps?

Armin Arlert

Sky blue is his color. Matching it with classy pants and blazers in clear colors.

His wardrobe looks like one that belongs to an aristocrats’ son. Some light-academia realness.

He can pull off some casual looks with sneakers but it’s more common for him to wear his oxfords, cap toes or moccasins to class, or anywhere really.

Cardigans, vests and blazers are his best friends as soon as autumn arrives. Always in colors such as beige, green, brown, and grey.

Armin is easily the best dressed from all his group of friends, and I’m not even open to discuss this. Let’s just remember his canon outfits throughout the four seasons. Even in a Modern AU he’ll keep being the king he is.

Not a big fan of accessories though. Except for his handkerchiefs that match his blazers. Since his grandfather used to choose his clothes, he taught Armin that a handkerchief was a gentleman’s must carry. Now he wears them only to pay his grandpa honor, as a lesson more so.

Jean Kirstein

King of brown jackets and turtlenecks. Really, his wardrobe is in such color harmony. It’s impressive.

Little to no accessories besides an occasional scarf or a single ring matching some bracelet.

Although he’s used to wear a consistent type of clothes and even colors, he wouldn’t dare to define a style for himself, is it boho? art hoe? dark academia? Maybe we’ll never know.

Zero perforations only because he’s scared of pain, but Jean is really drawn into them, so he uses fake ones for his ears sometimes. Has only one little hidden tattoo, made when he started college and lost a bet against Sasha and Connie.

Jean’s always stylish, clean, and smelling like cologne. He also has an extensive routine for shaving, combing his hair and trimming his beard.

Second best dressed of all his friends. Lowkey loves fashion but keeps it for himself (and Marco). Plus, in her mother’s house he keeps more clothes than his dorm' wardrobe can storage.

Marco Bodt

Colorful, youthful, and casual, that’s his style. Marco’s clothes reflect his joyful personality and every time he enters a room, he brightens the mood so easily.

A lot of denim and if he’s not wearing bright colors, you can be sure he’s caring something white with him (a bandana, a baseball cap, a scarf or his sneakers).

Shares with Jean a special appreciation for clothing, except Marco prefers more laidback and casual outfits.

Has no tattoos but recently got both ears pierced. He decided to since he really likes the earrings that k-pop idols wear.

If spring was a wardrobe, Marco would have it. I can’t stress this enough. Just so pretty and genuine.

Also, he definitely uses accessories (small jelly or colorful rings, bracelets of all kinds and simple necklaces) but there's more, he uses objects that are not meant to as accessories too. Such as band aids and small stickers around his face, skates in his backpack and flowers in his pockets.

Sasha Blouse

Unironically messy style. No matching patterns nor colors, different textures and sizes that made little to no coordination in her outfits. Unaesthetic is her aesthetic.

She likes baggy jackets and jeans with big pockets for snacks obviously, midi-skirts and graphic tees. Sasha is the definition of zero fucks given and still looking cute.

Of course, she knows how to pull off some cool outfits, it’s just that she doesn’t care that much unless is specifically required.

Not a big fan of accessories besides belts (maybe) and her backpack. Unless we’re talking about bucket hats that became a must wear thanks to Connie.

“Borrows” Nicolo’s hoodies/shirts that wears with her favorite threads. Then plays dumb when her bf asks her about his clothes. They both secretly love that dynamic.

Sasha plays it safe when it's about her hairstyle, also not a big fan of makeup -at least not the way Mikasa or Historia do-, but she’s open to try new things if her best friends dare her to.

Connie Springer

King of striped shirts and golden chains. His style is mainly urban and youthful. Conniegod remains unmatched in his awesomeness even in a Modern AU, if you ask me.

Owns a collection of sneakers that wears with his numerous printed socks. So creative and colorful.

Also, Connie has a small collection of unique shaped tinted glasses, also bucket hats and simple stainless steel chains.

Has small fun tattoos around his legs and arms, ears pieced but nothing too grunge. Speaking of which, he matches religiously his earrings with his chains that hang of his belt.

Usually wears dress pants or cargo pants. Anything but denim or really skinny fitted pants. Coincidentally, most of his shirts are loose too.

Definitely brings his skateboard with him all the time so it’s part of the outfit, really (Eren tried to copy that from Connie, let’s be honest). He’s so good at skating, and when he doesn’t feel like walking around campus, skating is always a good idea.

Part II here

[fanartfunart]

Fly Away

Episode 1: Paon Lilas (*Lilac Peacock)

Ao3 Link (If I actually continue this, check my Ao3 of the same name “Fanartfunart”.. Considering how much mental real estate it’s taking up, I probably will.)

An au in which Adrien didn't succeed in trying to 'sneak' into brick and mortar school and therefore also didn't get the Black Cat miraculous..... but he did find a pretty peacock. (It's in his house... I mean....) Ladybug and Féline Sombre (Who uses She/They. Black Cat hero name thanks to @broadwaytheanimatedseries) get some help from the mysterious peacock miraculous holder, but Ladybug isn’t sure he’s 100% doing this for good.

Warnings: Canon typical violence.... Not much else? Tell me if I need to add anything.

A/N because Brick and Mortar schoolers never know that’s what they are: "Brick and Mortar school" is a homeschool/online school method of reference to in-person schools before calling it “in-person” was a thing. I 100% think Adrien would use that phrasing. (if the writers knew it existed...Tho. Idk if there's a French equivalent)

-*-

Adrien knew he shouldn’t be doing this. This was a worse idea than trying to sneak his way into brick and mortar school. He’d only seen it by accident. He wasn’t even doing very good at committing to breaking into his father’s mysterious safe. This was the third time he’d come back down to find out what was behind that painting.... He should really not be doing this. But...a secret compartment behind his mother’s painting was just… too interesting to ignore. He unfurled an umbrella to cover himself from the cameras his father probably had in the room. Inching his way to the painting of his mother. 

...He had had far too much time to think about this. He only had to punch in the code once (his mother’s birthday- frankly, his father really needed a code harder to guess), for the safe to click and unlock.

The contents… were not what he anticipated. It looked like a keepsake box, not a super secret compartment. He ghosted a hand over the frame of his mother’s photo, blinking away the lingering sadness. ...A peacock brooch? He picked it up, tumbling it in his hand. It almost hummed with energy. He tilted his head, brow raised.

Footsteps.

Adrien frantically closed the hidden compartment and glancing for a hiding place. The umbrella closed over his head just as he dove for the curtain. That… might bruise. He flattened himself against the windowsill, going on his tip-toes on the barely-there window ledge. 

From the distinct clack of dress shoes on the floor, his father had entered the room. Adrien held his breath, hearing his father’s footsteps come closer. A strange whirr. Then silence. Adrien stood there for a long moment, feeling the edges of the peacock brooch dig into his clenched fist. Heart hammering. But father never called for Natalie, or his bodyguard, or moved, or anything. It was eerily quiet. The umbrella peaked out of the curtain. He popped open the umbrella to find… no one. 

"What?" Adrien whispered to himself. He frowned, and tiptoed out from the window, before racing out of the room, down the hall, and outside. Once safely in the garden, he dropped the umbrella. He slid down into the grass, taking deep breaths. 

The brooch vibrated.

Wait. The brooch vibrated? He opened his hand. He had to shield his face from the burst of light. He opened an eye to see… a tiny… hummingbird? No, it was a peacock. Why is a peacock… floating? And Tiny? And why isn’t he sneezing? Are miniature peacocks hypoallergenic? “What the...”

“Ooooo, hello!” The creature said cheerfully, “Lovely weather isn’t it? Beautiful flowers! Nice to be outdoors for once isn’t it? Are you my new miraculous wielder? You’re so cute! You look almost like…” tears welled up into the miniature peacock’s eyes. Adrien looked around frantically. It kept talking unintelligibly between sobs, gesturing vaguely.

“Are you… okay?”

“Noooooooo.”

“Right. Er-” Adrien frowned, clearly it wasn’t going to make sense if he asked what was wrong. He opted for distraction. “Do… you want something to eat?”

“Oh sure!” The tiny peacock’s tears cleared up immediately.

Adrien blinked at the sudden change in mood and nodded “Let’s… Let’s go get you something to eat… I guess. Er, what are you?”

"Oh I'm Duusu, a kwami, I can grant the power to hone emotions into constructs."

He tilted his head. The image of Ladybug summoning her Lucky Charm came to mind. "Like… a superhero? How?”

"Well you are transformed by a magic phrase, and once transformed, you can create a sentimonster out of vibrant emotions. Whoever holds the Amok, the item imbued with power, can control the sentimonster."

“Oh, cool!”

"It is! Do you have any mangoes? I love mango."

“We’ll see.” Adrien glanced at the peacock brooch and stuffed it into his pocket. He looked back at the door inside, then Duusu. “Actually, can you… hide? Just for now-”

“Oh yes! Don’t worry! I know the Kwami and our wielder's identities are a secret.” The kwami zipped into Adrien’s over-shirt inner pocket and settled there. It felt… almost natural. He smiled a bit to himself and went to find out if they had some good fruit for the tiny peacock. 

-

The TV played in the background while Duusu had another sudden breakdown about… something. Adrien still wasn’t sure what. He was starting to feel very out of his depth. 

“Duusu.... Duusu. D- Duusu, do you want to talk about it?” There was a pause before the tears flowed even harder. Adrien was reminded of a sprinkler.

His eyes were pulled to the TV, with a flash of red and black blurring on the screen. Followed by an Akuma. Ladybug and Féline Sombre. He glanced at the Kwami. “Duusu… you mentioned you can give me powers, right?”

“Mhm! You just have to say ‘Spread my feathers.’”

“Alright! Duusu-”

“OH! Wait I didn’t-”

“Spread my feathers!” The transformation felt so natural, like he was made to do this. He struck a pose and smiled behind the fan that materialized in his hand. “Alright, let’s go help Ladybug and Féline Sombre.”

He didn’t expect to start… feeling, seeing emotions. Although he supposed that made sense for the power set. They were everywhere- it was like being dropped into the deep end of a pool, surrounded and covered. Fear, worry, frustration, annoyance, determination. Stronger emotions felt… bigger, somehow. The world was full of colors and feelings he’d never expected. He lept across rooftops, feeling like he was flying. His own elation from the truest sense of freedom he’s ever had in… ever; a bright vibrant bubble. He stumbled to a stop as he spotted Ladybug.

Ladybug was determined… and scared? He didn’t expect that from Paris’s hero. She kept looking around, searching for a plan. The redhead cat hero dove in from above and smacked the Akuma with their baton. Her baton was then immediately captured and swallowed by the plants under the Akuma’s control. Féline Sombe pulled desperately before eventually giving up and vaulting towards Ladybug. She was scared too, he noticed, and frustrated.

The Akumatized person was angry. So so angry it was overwhelming. He almost couldn’t see the person behind their anger. “It’s only a matter of time before Chloé Bourgeois and the litterers of Paris pay!” The plant-covered Akuma cackled. 

Chloe?! Well that’s not good. One of his only friends is in danger?

“Bonzaniac is just gonna grow bigger if they go anywhere near the Eiffel. We need to prune this plant before it’s unmanageable.” Ladybug told Féline Sombre, wrapping her yo-yo around the Akuma’s legs, straining to control Bonzaniac’s movement.

Féline Sombre gestured widely, “If I touch them I’ll just become Cat-nip! How are we supposed to stop them?”

Ladybug called her Lucky Charm, ending up with a polka dotted fishing pole. “How’s that supposed to help?” 

The peacock hero frowned and… Chloé? What’s she doing here? Bonzaniac noticed her as well, it seemed, because the plant growth reached toward her. Chloé’s fear grew rapidly and immediately. He plucked a feather from the fan, imbuing it with power. He dove from his perch on the roof down towards Chloé and Bonzaniac. 

“Fly away, darling amok.” The feather fluttered into Chloé’s necklace. He grabbed a traffic cone and hurled it at the plant tendrils, keeping it from touching Chloé. Féline Sombre quickly took over the idea, batting away the tendrils with a trash can lid. (That made Chloé cringe.) A purplish mask of light illuminated Chloé’s and his own face. “Chloé, I am…er- Paon Lilas. I can sense your fear. Let me help you turn it into safety. I can grant you a construct to protect you.” 

“Then just do it already!” Chloé cried, “Please just don’t let it turn me into a sticky sappy gross tree!” A large golden bear materialized in front of Chloe. It roared and Chloé gasped. “Mr. Cuddles!”

Ladybug was... understandably confused. “What? Another Akuma?” She furrowed her brow and deepened her fighting stance.

“OH! No no no, uh, I’m Paon Lilas." He flourished his fan with a bow. "I’m here to help.”

Ladybug’s suspicion grew, but he didn’t have much of a chance to explain himself as Bonzaniac roared and turned on him, aiming their plant tendrils towards him. “Hey! I’m not really the roosting type of bird!” He dived for cover behind a car, patting himself down, “Come on, is the only weapon I get a fan? Why couldn’t I get a baton or something like that?”

The gold bear attacked Bonzaniac, knocking them down. Bonzaniac grappled the bear in plants, taking the plants away from protecting their back.

Ladybug gasped, "There! They only have so much plant matter! Féline, destroy as much plant matter as you can, Paon, distract Bonzaniac! I'm going Akuma fishing."

The two other heroes nodded. 

"Cataclysm!" Féline Sombre yelled, summoning black destructive energy around their hand. She ducked and weaved towards the center of Bonzaniac's plant mass, jumping out of the way of grasping tendrils. 

Paon Lilas whistled "Hey Bonzaniac, have you heard about Fast Fashion? I use all my outfits that way. Never worn the same shirt twice!"

The Akuma roared "All. That. WASTE!" They focused a massive amount of plant matter towards him. 

"Didn't think that'd work so effectively," he muttered under his breath. He lept out of the way, and back around the bend of the car. The plants wrapped up around the car. He whooped in triamph.

Féline Sombre finally managed to hit Bonzaniac, severely reducing the amount of plants in their control. Ladybug swung the fishing pole and caught a necklace from in the middle of the thicket of plant matter. She crushed it under foot and captured the purple butterfly that fluttered out. 

Mr Cuddly the sentibear sat on the Akuma victim. Paon frowned and glanced at Chloé. The gardener looked dazed and confused.

“Now who do you think you are?” Chloe said, crossing her arms.

The gardener smacked the side of the over large bear. “Wh- you! You littered in my garden! And refused to simply pick it up!”

“So what? That's not my job," Chloe huffed, crossing her arms. The sentibear huffed with her.

Paon snapped his fingers, pulling the amok from the necklace, the sentibear disappearing. Chloe gasped, pouting.

"Mademoiselle Chloe," Paon sighed softly, "How would you feel if someone threw trash into your beautiful hair and refused to help clean it up?" Chloe grabbed her hair, and Paon saw her horror at the concept. "Exactly. That garden takes just as much work, or more, as your hair. I suggest apologizing."

She pouted, "Fine, your garden was pretty or whatever, sorry I messed it up." She flicked her hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "There. I apologized."

Féline Sombre and Ladybug chatted in the background. Féline grabbed their baton and with a light salute, she vaulted away. 

Paon's Miraculous beeped. That... meant something right?

"Birdy!" Ladybug called, walking toward him, her own Miraculous beeping. "Where did you get that Miraculous?"

"Oh… um…. Funny story-"

"I'm sorry, but you need to give it to me. It doesn't belong to you."

"What?" Paon took a step back, "Why?" 

"It's been lost. I'm going to take it back to the original owner."

Paon paled. Did Ladybug know his father? Or did his father find the lost miraculous without giving it back? Did his father know what it was? What would happen if his father found out he took it? The bubble of elated freedom popped. "That… sounds like a great, morally right thing to do… but… consider…” He took a soft step back, glancing up to find a path of escape, hands raised surrender. “I can't. Sorry, bye!" Paon ran, leaping up and away.

Ladybug moved to go after him, only for her miraculous to beep again. Sabrina had run in just in time to comfort Chloé, so Ladybug sighed and ran in the opposite direction.

Adrien tripped over himself as he detransformed in a back alley. His legs weak, and head dizzy. "Woah- is that normal?"

Duusu looked up at him with sad eyes. "I meant to tell you. The miraculous is broken... If you continue to use it... it will hurt you."

"... Does it hurt you?"

Duusu thought for a moment. "The transformation? No.... It is nice... to see another use it's power so kindly."

Adrien glanced down. He looked at the broach clipped to his overshirt. The lightness... the freedom. He nodded firmly. Unclipping it from his shirt and instead clipping it in his inside pocket. Hidden. "I'll be careful. Come on, let's get something to eat...” He rubbed his head, “I feel like we both need it."

-

Marinette just barely managed to make it to the bakery before the afternoon rush.

"Marinette! How was school?” Tom called, opening his arms for a hug. She happily took her place in her father’s arms.

"Not great.. Chloé caused another Akuma."

Tom sighed and shook his head, releasing her with a pat on the back. "At least we have Ladybug and Féline Sombre. Come on, if you can't learn in peace at school you can learn some more Dupain-Chang classics!"

Marinette chuckled and nodded, heading over to get ready to work behind the counter.

The door chimed, signaling the entrance of a young blond. She stared at him. He seemed oddly familiar. She started picturing him against all the blonds she knew, although her brain was still somewhat stuck on the Peacock Miraculous holder…. She really needed to talk to Master Fu about that. 

The boy stumbled. He was just about to faceplant into the counter before Marinette, intending to catch him- shoved him. He fell on his rear instead. 

“OH, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Marinette cried, moving to pull him up to his feet. He was surprisingly light, ohmy and now she just manhandled him like a human doll.

“It’s okay! You saved me from what was probably a worse fate.” He giggled awkwardly, "Thanks... I’ve been.. a bit dizzy today, I guess."

"Oh, I hope you feel better, anything I can do to help?"

"Heh, I was looking for food. Got some, er, fruity stuff?"

"Fruity, fruit. For sure, fruit." Marinette stared at him a bit longer. Finally the images and fashion magazine clippings clicked next to the boy’s face. She gasped "Adrien Agreste! You're Gabriel Agreste's son! He’s my favorite fashion designer!"

He laughed awkwardly. Rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah… That’s… that’s me."

"You probably hear that all the time, sorry! But! Fruit." She walked over to the counter and gestured at the prepared goods. "Macaroons are always good, and there's some a couple of fruit Eclairs, brioche and jam-"

He smiled somewhat stiffly, before frowning at the eclairs. He made a subtle 'come here' gesture. Marinette looked down at the eclairs herself, unsure what exactly made him frown.

He sighed, adjusting his overshirt. (Duusu settled nicely into the pocket again, glad to have been able to choose his treat.) "I think one of those is good.... Er... actually, I think two." 

He handed her the money, and she handed him the pastries. "Thank you."

She smiled, "Thank you! Come again soon. Just try not to trip, that's usually my thing."

He laughed. "Actually…” He takes a bite of his eclair, with a smile “I think I will definetly try to come in again."

"Oh! Okay, cool!"

He waved and walked out of the establishment with a small smile.

Tom leaned over as she watched him leave. "Flirting with the customers?"

Marinette gasped dramatically, "NoOo dad no. He's... just a friend."

Adrien leaned against a wall and sighed. Duusu floated up into view, taking a section of eclair. "Ah young love..."

He shook his head, "...She's just a friend..." He gasped, glancing back at the bakery with a smile, "A friend."

-

Marinette frowned, "Wait, Master Fu, do you think he could be working with Hawkmoth?"

"It is a possibility. I wouldn’t be surprised if the butterfly and the peacock had been nearby each other. If you can find out where he found it, it may help us find Hawkmoth.”

“Hm, he didn’t seem like he was with Hawkmoth. He was helpful... And he actually got Chloé to apologize?”  She was still bewildered about that. It wasn’t the best apology ever, but she still actually did it.

“The peacock wields the power of emotion, Peon Lilas will be able to sense emotion. He can very easily use that information to manipulate others into doing things for him. Even something as simple as an apology.”

She frowned, considering, “I think I understand.”

“Be careful, the peacock is not to be underestimated. Make sure you and Féline Sombre are prepared for what he might do next."

She nodded firmly. "I will be.”

-

Gabriel Agreste stared at the paused frame from the newscast on his newest enemy. Emile's painting ajar and missing a vital item. "Natalie... Where is the surveillance footage for this room?"

She silently pulled up the footage, scrolling through to find an umbrella blocking their view of their thief.

Gabriel growled under his breath and stood up. "Time to catch a runaway bird, it seems. See what you can find from the rest of the cameras in and out of the building. If there's anything or anyone out of place, you tell me immediately."

"What will you do sir?" Natalie asked, already scanning through footage on her tablet.

"Someone found and stole the peacock miraculous from right under our noses. I need to find a way to protect my identity and a lure for our heroic peafoul.”

[sunaswife]

Imagine tho, like it's kiri's birthday and katsuki knows that kiri likes his girl so he decides to share his girl with kiri (with her consent) for his birthday 🤧🤚

YOU HAVE SUCH A BIG BRAIN KAHSIAJSKA

Bakugo giving Kiri his gf 😏

⚠️NSFW mmm oral? Idk how to do warnings

“Wait so you left my birthday gift for last? You didn’t have to bakubro.” Kirishima smiled as he followed Bakugo to his dorm room. “Yeah yeah, this is a one time thing okay?” He turned to kirishima. “Huh? Okay...” Kirishima was beyond confused but nonetheless agreed. Bakugo opened up his door and shoved Kirishima in. If he were to see you in your cute little red riot outfit he would probably wanna fuck you and keep you to himself.

“Damn at least give me a warning.” Kiri muttered and stood up from the floor. “Are you okay?” Your soft voice asked and kiri looked up quickly. His face turned as red as his hair when he saw the outfit you were wearing. Black panties, with a black bra, red thigh highs and a red choker with Kirishima’ hero name.

The name he’s so proud of.

He feels the manliest when he’s in his hero costume and watching you in lingerie inspired by his costume made him feel all sorts of things.

“Is this my present?” Kiri asked confused, “Mhm, only if you like. If not then I understand.” You said as you played with the thigh highs that squeezed your thighs so deliciously. “N-no this is fine. I’m very thankful for the gift.” Kiri assured and got closer. He stood in front of your position on Bakugo’s bed. You were sitting on your knees so your face met his chest. You looked up at him and he was able to see the black R shine. “Are you real?” He asked and cupped your cheek. You leaned into his touch and gave him a small smile. “Yep all flesh and bone.” You said as you pulled his other rough hand to your breast. He gave a small squeeze causing you to make a small noise and that made his cock twitch.

Before you knew it, you were gripping his red hair while he tasted your sweetness. Claiming your pussy was better than birthday cake. Your soft moans filled up the small room. “You are certainly better at this then Suki.” You moaned and he stopped. “Really?” Kiri asked and you looked down, you nodded and Kiri saw your state. Your sweaty forehead, your watery eyes, your chest rising up and down in a fast yet steady pace.

“Well let’s see if my dick is better than his too.” He licked his lips and gave you a sharped tooth smile. You blushed softly and he stood up, he began to unbuckle his restraining pants and briefs, you drooled at the sight. Bakugo was certainly bigger, but he wasn’t very long. Kirishima was a bit smaller but it was longer and curved so beautifully.

You went on your knees and crawled to him and you asked for permission before touching him. Consent was still very important. When he granted permission you couldn’t help but taste his glorious dick. Kirishima gripped your hair but didn’t pull. He guided you on his cock and he leaned his head back with a moan. “Good girl, you’re so perfect. No wonder Bakugo claimed you so quickly. I wanted you first but instead of being a man and telling you how i felt, I practically gave you to him on a silver platter.” He groaned.

Your tongue swirled around his tip and you removed your mouth with a pop. “It’s okay Kiri, stop thinking like that. I want you to have a happy birthday.” You stood on your knees as you looked up at him. He was still standing on the floor while you worked your magic on Suki’s bed. “Come on, make me feel good and I’ll convince Suki to let us do this again.” You wrapped your arms around the red heads shoulders and his lips found yours. His precum on your mouth and your cum on his mixed as your tongues fought for dominance, but just like with Bakugo you lost.

You pulled Kiri to his best friends bed and he slowly entered inside you. You moaned on his mouth and he distracted you from the slight burn with rubbing your clit in small circles. When you were ready, he tried holding himself back. But this pent up frustration he felt, of having to hear his best friend show off about his beautiful girlfriend, the girl he wanted and saw first. It made him go feral.

Kirishima cared about Bakugo and in the end of the day, Kiri didn’t confess so there was no reason to be upset that bakugo stole the girl of his dreams. But at least you’re here, you’re real, and he’s balls deep, even if it’s just for today. He wants to make you cum so many times and he wants to cum so many times as well. To get back at Bakugo.

Call it petty revenge but he can imagine the look on his face when Bakugo changes the sheets and sees so much cum. You legs dangled over his shoulders as he pounding into you. He’s already made you cum three times and now your cute little tongue is lolled out between your swollen lips. Your eyes are rolled back and your squeals and squeaks encourage him to keep on going. You looked so fucked that he’s sure he’s fucked you stupid.

With every thrust that continues the R on your neck bounces in sync with your beautiful breasts. He couldn’t have asked for a better birthday present.

In the end when he helps clean you up and he puts his clothes on, you whisper a small happy birthday with a kiss on the cheek before falling asleep. Kiri blushes as he puts your panties in his pocket. You told him he can keep it. He makes his way to the door and gives one more look before leaving and pretending this never happened.

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Thought about something cute like reader and 5sos singing on the same festival and she’s dating cal 😭 and they switch with her guitarist and drummer boy and at first she didn’t notice but they they start to have so much fun together at the stage dancing together and doing stupid shit them following her around as she tries to prevent herself from giggling too much and actually singing 🥺🥺 and later she walks down when 5sos are performing with crystal Kay and Sierra omg 😳

+ I’m sorry I’m annoying but part two to my last asks!! I just imagine calum being all heart eyes for her minding his own business tho playing his guitar but every time he doesn’t have to use vocals or his bass he caught her hand or keep her close and ahh singing wildflower to her!!’ When at first the girls just wanted to have fun on stage with them but Calum just keeps her close the whole time singing to her and her singing back with him and being all funny and giggly together ooof

Thanks for your suggestion! It took me a minute to get to it. I did combine it with a few other suggestions. One person asked for drama and someone asked for angst. And viola! Here it is.

This is the last part of the Distance series! I’ll do an epilogue if folks want to send in some suggestions for it! HUGE thanks to everyone that sent me ideas! This series wouldn’t be what is it without you guys! 

Find the Distance series masterlist here!  Here’s my main masterlist! CW: 18+ (Smut). Angst. Lots of Fluff. 

Songs I played: Woman and From The Dining Table by Harry Styles!

Here it is at a WHOOPINg 9.6k. Enjoy!

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The release of her album is followed by a tour. At first, she’s excited. Her mind runs wild with possibilities. Her fingers can’t keep up fast enough with every wonder and question she sends to Calum and thankfully, he doesn’t seem to mind the incessant buzzing. He takes each question in stride. It’s nice, in a way, for him to have the wisdom to give her. Like she doesn’t have to go in blind like he did, especially since it’s just her. He hopes he can make her feel a little less alone on the road. It can be a hard road to travel alone.

 The glimmer starts to wear off fast. Rehearsals turn her into a zombie. She’s up fairly early stretching, taking her dog for a walk, trying to remind herself that everything’s going to fall into place like it needs to, but the second she walks into the rehearsal space it feels like everything is going to fall apart. That somehow everything she’s ever wanted on tour is just too much, too much out of the budget, too much because she doesn’t have the weight to her name just yet. And maybe it’s a lot of glitz and glamour. Maybe she is asking for too much. Maybe that would be her downfall. 

Her phone buzzes. And she pauses, sitting on the floor with her mic in hand, and glances over to it. It’s Calum again. Another message that she won’t actually read until some ungodly hour in the night. He’s got to be up to his throat in worry. She can’t seem to think enough to text him back during the day. Too much is going on. She feels like she’s going to sink, just through the carpeted floor and through the concrete foundation and bury herself into the dirt. Maybe that would be a better fate for her. 

She turns her attention back to her notebook, with the crude drawing she made when she was trying to set the stage. “Let’s just,” she sighs. “Let’s start from scratch.”

And it works. Though it’s long and arduous, she’s able to figure out how to set the stage, finalizing the neon design. There’s a rough draft at the video that will be playing behind her for a wardrobe change. By the time she’s able to crawl into her sheets, it’s nearly 1 am. There’s barely enough energy to keep her eyes open to send Calum an apology text. When she wakes, she grins at her dog waiting patiently at the side of her bed.  “Ready to go, bubs?”

They give a tiny whine and rest their snout on the covers. She laughs, “Yeah, you’re ready to go.” She manages to brush her teeth and slips into a change of clothes before going out for a run. 

Between showering and getting dressed, she checks her messages. Happy to hear that you got things straightened, baby. Reach out whenever you get a breather, reads the text from Calum. 

She responds with a good morning text and then switches over to her email. At the top is an email with ‘urgent’ in the subject. She’s praying it’s not more bad news. She doesn’t quite have the heart to withstand more bad news after the progress they made yesterday. It’s details about a festival date in LA. That perfectly lines between her break between the European leg of the tour and the North America dates. She doesn’t even think twice about agreeing to the festival show. 

Right as her day winds down, from a shockingly smooth day of rehearsals, Calum calls her. And though she’s drenched in sweat from the light choreography and running it for hours, she stops and answers. “Hey, baby.”

“Oh, she lives!”

“I know, I know. Sorry.”

“Only kidding. I know you’re hard at work. It’s just really good to hear your voice. How are rehearsals?”

“Really good now. Once we got over the hump, it’s like smooth sailing.”

“Good, I’m glad. I was calling. We got word a couple days ago about a festival show right when you’re on break between legs. And I was hoping you had some free time, just to hang out.”

She can’t contain the smile, leaning her head against the window. The evening twilight has already settled outside. “I’m joining that festival too. And we’ll be hanging out in LA for a few days for rehearsals and then shipping out. So absolutely, we can hang out. I miss your face. And Duke. God, I miss Duke.”

He laughs. Of course she emphasizes her longing for his dog over him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. “I really can’t wait to see you.” It falls from his lips in a whisper, a secret between the two of them that no one else can be in on. But the boys see it. Everytime his phone buzzes he does his best to look at it as soon as he can just in case it’s her. It’s harder to get out of bed, especially when he hasn’t talked to her in a while. “Can’t wait to kiss you again.”

“You’re a sap, you know.”

“But I’m your sap.”

She giggles, softly, watching cars whizz by. “Yeah, you are my sap.”

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Her tour starts off well. And even though it’s her first time being out on the road like this, a constant bouncing around, and completely flipping her normal routine, she manages to cope pretty well. And it helps of course when she calls her friends, or talks to her dog. But it’s still definitely draining, pouring every bit of herself out on stage and then having just enough time to recoup before doing it all over again. There’s value in it, when the lights lift, and she can see the crowd that’s gathered just for her. It’s surreal and makes her feel like she could do this all the time. That the only thing she’d ever need is the sound of a crowd singing her songs back to her. 

In her dressing room, she swaps the gold earrings for a pair of acrylic ones, these jade green. “You’re too quiet on me,” she says, flicking her gaze down to her tablet. 

Calum picks his head up. “It’s hard to say much when perfection’s staring you in the face.”

She grins, hooking the earring back on. “Thank you, but that’s not what I meant.”

“We just got word about two more festivals in the same week you have your break. One’s in LA still, the other one’s a little ways out.” There’s no need to fake the funk anymore, or hide it away. She has another three weeks of shows before her break. And maybe he expects her to fly off the handle. Maybe he expects her to throw a fit, about how they had made plans, and it’s the only time they’ll get for each other for months. 

But she doesn’t. She nods, fingers twirling over her rings. “What are they others saying?”

“They’re itching to get back on stage. And from a business standpoint, it’s money in the pocket of course. But I know we made plans and I feel like an ass. But there’s also the band, too.”

“Our jobs aren’t easy,” she sighs. “Take the gigs.” Calum can see her eyes tearing up just a little. “Mind if tag along on the LA show?”

“Of course not. I’m really, really sorry, buttercup. I’m so sorry.”

She waves her hand, trying to keep the tears back. If they fall, they become real. It’s his job. Just like it’s hers. “I get it.” It’s tight as it leaves her throat. And it takes her a second, plus a few sips of water to get control of her emotions, and clear out all the tears that threaten to fall. He wishes he could say more, or do more. But it’s like the words die in his throat. And he’s left, mouth gaping, wishing and wanting, but unable to do anything. 

“Does it look bad if I just forgo my heels tonight from the start? They’re killing my feet on stage,” she laughs. 

It’s a small grin, upturns a corner of his mouth but doesn’t keep it up for long. “You usually end up kicking them off anyway, halfway through the show.”

“Someone’s been scrolling through my name on Twitter, huh?”

He does. Watching her is mesmerizing and he’s sad that he can’t get the chance to see it in person, so he resorts to the fan videos. But he’s yet to admit to it. “I do not do such a thing.” And there’s giggles. A fit of laughter as she looks over the outfits and plucks her oversize denim jacket and figures even in the shorts, she can make the docs Calum surprised her with work. So she slides into the worn red leather shoes and starts lacing them up. 

Calum whistles, heart racing just a little. He didn’t know those shoes had made the cut. “Look at you.” 

She strikes a pose but laughs. “Do I look good?”

“You look fucking amazing, buttercup.” 

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The sound of the crowd roaring before her ears turn on will always make her heart race. Calum said he would try to sneak side stage, but considering that he had to play on the mainstage right after her set on the side stage, it might not be for long. She didn’t mind that. But she hadn’t seen him. Not a blond crop in sight, of course if he hasn’t changed his hair since the last time. Her bassist strums the opening cord and it sends the crowd into a tizzy. With her guitar strapped around, she rolls out her neck, lining up. 

As they walk out onto the stage, they launch right into the first song. She feels her fingers buzzing as she strums. But it feels good. The LA sun is hot but she kind of welcomes it versus the heat of the stage lights. There’s still a small breeze. It comes in waves for sure and she can tell that her pits are going to be soaked by song three. “How’s everybody doing?” she shouts into the mic. 

There’s cheer in response and she laughs, hearing it reverb for just a moment. “That’s what I like to hear. Just want to say thank you for coming to see me play today. Your support truly means a lot to me.”

She continues on for just a few more seconds and right as she goes to introduce the fourth song of her set, everyone in the crowd starts to get rowdy. She thinks nothing of it, as the song starts. But she knows something is happening and she turns to check her drummer and in her spin, there’s Calum, her bassist’s bass slung over his shoulder, fingers sliding over the frets, plucking at the strings. Not that she doesn’t think Calum would go for a mint green bass on his own, but she hasn’t seen one in his collection just yet. 

If it weren’t for the verse coming back up, she knows she would just stare. Singing into her mic, she throws a few glances over to him. Waiting as the harmony comes in and Calum slides up to the music, voice smooth in her inner ears, she almost melts right there on the spot. She hadn’t quite thought about the way his voice would sound with hers, but god, he harmonizes like an angel. She finishes the verse, with a small break before the chorus again. The stage is kind of small but while facing the crowd, she can’t quite see to her sides. 

She knows though. She can almost sense when Calum approaches her. She giggles just a little into the mic, watching him smile at her. His head bobbing like it always does when he gets into whatever he’s playing or listening too. Calum plays next to her, watching the way the sweat trails down her forehead, but doesn’t streak an ounce of her makeup. He almost gives in, almost bends in to kiss her on the cheek, but he doesn’t. He lets her voice and the song carry him away, into his spin and up to the drummer’s stand. One foot on the riser, Calum bobs along, laughing at his expression, the raised eyebrow that says it all. 

She gets a small break to watch the way Calum interacts with her band. Almost as if he’s known them just as long as she has. And in some ways, he probably has. She talks about Calum to them and talks about her band to Calum all the time.  Once the song ends, Calum throws one hand in a tiny wave, before smiling over at her. “Didn’t scare you, did I?” he asks, away from the mic. 

She shakes her head, sure that her cheeks will hurt after this. Laughing, she thanks Calum as he walks off stage. And she knows, she knows she shouldn’t. But she jogs after him, as her bassist comes back on, sending a smile over her shoulder too. It’s in that moment that it becomes clear, this was planned. Catching Calum right in the wings, she catches his wrist, tugging him in close before kissing him. It’s quick, but Calum’s heart races in his chest. She runs back out. “Sorry about that guys. I did not expect that.” 

And as they get back to their set, Calum watches her for one more song, the way she dances around the stage. Their gazes lock just before he leaves and he blows a quick kiss, before his security are running him down the stage steps and across the festival grounds to get back to the mainstage in time. “How’d it go?” Michael asks.

“Well,” Calum grins, throwing his brown and black bass over his shoulder. 

“Get any smooches?” Luke teases, smacking his lips together, while his arm is slung over Sierra’s shoulder. 

“And if I did?” 

“On stage?” Michael screeches. 

“No, side stage. I almost kissed her on stage. But I didn’t want that all over the internet.” Considering that they aren’t official publically in any capacity, it would just cause more headache. Their set begins and Calum knows she has to run across the festival, so he’s not worried when by the time they step out and get three songs in, she hasn’t shown up at the side of the stage. And by the time, Calum regains consciousness enough to check again, there she is, standing off to the side, still in what she performed and breathing hard but she waves, gently from the side. 

Out of reflex, once the chords are played, he gives a small wave in return. She returns the blown kiss from earlier and the other girls laugh softly at the action. “God, you guys are so fucking smitten with each other, it’s insane,” Sierra jokes.

There’s no denying it she knows. They’re like lovesick puppies and though it would normally annoy her, it’s nice. Without another word, she sips at her bottle of water and watches Calum, with all the laughs and grins he gives, pouring his soul out onto the stage. 

And though the video calls, and the calls, work. They’re not quite enough. Her tour comes to an end, but just around the corner is Calum’s tour with the band. She think she might be able to sneak another week away before she starts working on her album, but then she gets asked to perform at some more festivals in her home country. And, who is she to turn that down? The more shows she plays, the more her name is out there, the more streams, and the merchandise is purchased. It becomes an endless wheel. Things just keep going, and going, and going and the whole time, she keeps looking for the breaks. For the thing that can put her life on pause and let her feel normal again. 

Everytime she thinks she can get real time with Calum, it ends up short. He has something that comes up. She has something that comes in. It was the festival in LA and now her festival run. It’s his tour and her sophomore album. Why had she met Calum when she did? Was the universe playing a cruel joke on her? Was it taunting her that it could give her everything she wanted and then threatening to have it crumble? Sitting her hotel room, her phone shakes, another call from Calum. She doesn’t answer it, staring at the fridge in her room. She could get a drink. Wouldn’t be hard just take it from the mini fridge. 

Her phone stops shaking. And then a minute later, it chimes, letting her know that a voice message has been left behind. The third one and more likely than not it’s from Calum. She wants this. She wants the relationship, but lately, it felt like there was no time. There was no time for anything. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t pause. And that’s all she wanted. That’s all she wants right now. She doesn’t want to open that voicemail to Calum pleading with her to answer. She wants to get back to when things were easier. And obviously, they were easier because they both had nothing to do. 

Swiping her room key and her wallet, she heads down to the bar in the hotel. She orders herself a glass of wine. The glass makes a soft click as it settles down in front of her. She takes one sip. And it’s a little bitter, the red drier than she remembers it being. Soon the glass stares back at her and she can see her warped reflection. Would it just be easier for them to take things down a level? Is she afraid of hard work or more afraid of heartache?

With another two glasses of wine in her, she climbs back into the elevator and it takes her up, floor by floor until it digs and the doors slide open. The room is dark when she reenters like she left it the AC blasting. But she can see the blue light of her phone, on the desk, lighting up that corner of the room. Is it fair? If she wants to bolt, if she wants to cut ties so it makes things so much easier for them? Why couldn’t it be easy?

Calum’s sure he’s going to pull all his hair out. One moment, things are going good. They get a little tight for sure with their schedules never quite lining up to allow them more time together. But this is the third day in a row that he’s gone with nothing from her. No texts, not a returned call. Not even a meme in their Twitter thread. Nothing on her finsta. Her regular account post mainly about her upcoming shows. But he is as closed to being blocked without actually being blocked. 

“Hey, I-I don’t know if something’s gone wrong. But please, please call me back. Or text me. Or send me a voice message. Something. Anything. Please? If I did anything, please let know what it was? I’m worried. Am I losing you?”

He ends the recording and sends it. Maybe he ought to stop reaching out so much. Should he wait for her to respond before sending more? But he doesn’t want to lose her? He doesn’t want to lose what they have. He hasn’t found it with anyone else in all his searching and even in his not searching. This fell into his lap and he can’t stand to lose it. Not when there had to be something to do to save it. 

His phone sits for another day and half before she calls. He hands shake as he goes to answer it. He almost doesn’t want to answer it. His vegetable stir fry even threatens to come back up his throat. It’s not even burnt this time. But somewhere in his mind, somewhere deep, he had figured she wouldn’t ever call him back. He would be cursed to always wonder what went wrong. “Hey,” he breathes as he answers the call. 

“Hey.” It’s croaky, like she might’ve been crying. And then it’s silent. Neither one of them are sure how to bring it up. Neither of them know how to ask what’s lingering between the two of them seems almost too much for words.

“Did I do something?”

“No,” she sighs. It would be easier if he had. It would be easier if she had. It would be easier if both of them were just bad for each other. “It’s just hard.” 

“Talk to me. Let me in. We can figure it out.”

That’s the whole crux of her issue. She had let Calum in. She had let him so far in that it was starting to seem impossible to stay in her country and work. She had let him so far in that she wasn’t sure it would be possible to go months without seeing him properly. He was in everything, her bookshelves, her closet, her studio, her lyrics, her studio, in her sheets. Everything reminded her of him. And it just hurt in a way that she didn’t think being in love could hurt. In her silence, Calum continues on, “Let me look at something.” He scrolls through the emails, looking at the dates. 

“How? How do we figure it out? On your tour, the only break you have in my country I’m in promo. And after that, you only get a day here or there. Everything’s so mismatched now.” 

Calum blinks the tears that are stinging at his lower lash line. “Something’s gonna give.” Something has to give. There has to be something. Calum goes back to emails. What would be the magic code for them?

“I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

His throat jumps at her words, heart racing. “No, don’t say that. If you say that, I know what comes next.”

“Maybe it would just be easier, Calum.” 

He is sick of it. Sick of things always blowing up in his face. But he can’t make her do something. He can’t make her take the words back, even if he wants her too. “We said there was an us.” It’s not accusorary as it falls from his lips. It just hurts. Things were going so well for so long, until time proved herself the ultimate judge yet again. “So what now?” The walls of his house start to push in closer on him. 

“I’m not saying I never wanted more for us. I’m not saying that I want to cut you completely out of my life, Calum. I wanted so much more for us.”

“Me too. I want more for us.” 

“Is now a good time though? Is now going to allow us more?”

Calum wants to laugh, it bubbles in his chest and he knows it’s delivery would be dry but he swallows it back down. “If you’re always waiting for the perfect moment, you’ll be waiting for a long time.”

“Maybe there’s a better time for us. Not a perfect one. Just a better one.”

“Maybe,” he whispers. 

“You know, you’re in everything right? When you said to let you in, I couldn’t help but think that was my problem. You’re in my goddamn sheets. You’re in everything. When the sun rises, it’s like watching you smile. If you think I’m shutting you out, that I’m trying to save myself, I want you to know that I’m doing the exact opposite. I am drowning. In everything. In you. In whatever the fuck it means to be a musician. I am drowning and I can’t bear taking you down with me.”

He couldn’t possibly be in everything, not when she was in everything for him. In his journals, in the strings of his bass. When he sits down at a piano, he can’t help but think of the throaty notes that start the song she wrote about him. He can’t help but hear her voice, Brown irises and black tattoos. Maybe they were both drowning and couldn’t see anything but the water invading their own nostrils and lungs. “You’ll always be there,” Calum says, sniffling. The tears shock him, he hadn’t felt them until they’re running down his neck. He doesn’t even know where there is, but he feels it in the cavity of his chest.

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That video is going to haunt him. And it’ll haunt her too. Whenever they see the videos and pictures of when Calum surprised her on stage it always shows just how fucking happy they were with each other. How things really were working for them. But right around the corner, right as she runs behind the edge of the stage, the world doesn’t see the kiss. They don’t see the tears that followed phone calls. They don’t see how schedules always seems to be running in parallel but never fucking intersectiong. That’s all they needed. Just one point to intersect, to meet again at, and maybe they would still be tagging each other in stupid memes. Maybe they would still be talking until crazy hours of the morning. Maybe they would still be writing small poems about each other and always posting them, but never saying who they were about. 

Maybe if they just had the one chance to intersect again, her second album wouldn’t be about him. Maybe she could’ve talked about the way the clouds surf in the sky. Maybe she would have pondered the questions of existence without it being tied up in lost love. Maybe Calum would’ve had more to say in interviews. Maybe then, no one would ask him about his love life and it wouldn’t hurt to goddamn bad every time one of the other boys would jump in to save him. Maybe Calum wouldn’t feel like a rock sinking to the bottom of the river and seeing the sunlight just above him, but never having the willpower to push back up. 

He hadn’t removed her number. Hadn’t unfollowed her on her finsta. Hadn’t blocked her on a goddamn platform. Because somehow that felt like a harsher step. Like a permanent close, like he was trying to erase who she was and what she had meant to him. It’s stupid, he knows. It’s insane and it’s not helping him in the slightest, but he can’t bring himself to do it. Maybe part of it was that natural and sometimes detrimental curiosity if that person was suffering just like you. He wanted to know if she bled just like him, if her pain was just as vicious as his. 

Calum watches the video loop back again. The way she bites her lower lip but runs after him. The crowd is still screaming. They are still cheering. They are still buzzing. After saving the tweet, he drafts a message to her: I know you’ve moved to New York. I hope you’re enjoying it. City makes you feel anonymous doesn’t it? I have two days off during this tour. Maybe we have our better time now? I’m sure by now you know all the best places in town for pizza. I could be down for some cheesy delights. 

Should he send that? His fingers shake. What’s left for them after a year and a half? They’ve still supported each other. He retweets about all her singles and videos. She praises the band’s new music in interviews. They aren’t unknown to each other. But somehow they feel like two ghosts. There’s a glass wall between and they look at each other just in passing. They never touch. They never intersect again. Instead, he exits the messaging app, but doesn’t actually delete the words. 

When he goes back to the message thread, about a week from their dates in New York, there’s no shock that the app hasn’t saved it. And he feels partially relieved. He exits the app again and goes back to his mindless scroll through Instagram. An app saved him this time. 

There is nothing to save him though, when he walks into the green room and spies her shrugging a coat on. The New York mornings are a little cool to the start. His heart is now in his throat. He’s not sure if he should swallow it back down. “We can go,” Ashton says quietly, taking him back his arm gently.

And somehow, like her ears are tuned in on everything, she hears something like her name, something like a soft wisp of a voice. When she looks up and sees Calum, donned in all black, though his long lined jacket has some white stitching and embroidery, she’s sure she could melt into the floor. He still looks good. Still has the same quiet pout to his face that makes him look slightly less approachable but it changes in a heartbeat when he smiles. She grabs the strap to her bookbag purse. 

She knows it was her that ended things. She knows that seeing Calum here in front of her, should make her feel embarrassed. But somehow, all she wants to do, all she’s ever wanted to do since that phone call is embrace him one last time. Tell him that he’s still handsome as ever. Promise him that she meant what she said, that he was and still is in everything. “C’mon. We gotta go,” her security tell her. 

But all she can do is stare at Calum. Unzipping her purse, she finds the note, the letter she never had the courage to send him and with a deep breath, she walks over. Ashton looks like he could probably murder her. And she doesn’t blame him. She could never blame that instinct to protect the ones you love especially from the ones that hurt them the most. “I’m sorry,” she says, holding out the white envelope. “For everything. And if we don’t ever get that better time, know I’d only ever wish the best for you.”

Calum’s fingers barely grasp onto the note before she’s sidestepping him. The boys circle around him, like they’re just waiting for his word to pounce. She steps through the heavy glass door. And she’s leaving him again. She’s going to slip through his fingers. Again. Pushing through Luke and Michael, Calum swings open the door. “Wait!” he calls out. 

She stops, spinning on her heels to face him again. Calum jogs down the corridor. All the offices have windows. Everyone is probably watching. With both hands cupping her face, letter between his fingers and all, he pulls her in close. “You’re not leaving me again. You’re not going to walk out my life a second time. Not without me putting up a hell of a fight.”

“You shouldn’t fight for me. Not after what I did.”

“Meet me tonight. Let’s actually talk about it. I’ve been holding so much inside and if, god forbid, if it’s not now if we had our shoot and we fucking blew it, at least I’ll know for sure.”

“Does 8 work for you?” She tries so hard not to wrap her hands around his wrist, not to slide it up his forearms and tug herself into his chest. And god, he still smells the same. Old Spice and Gain. It feels so right to press herself into his chest. 

“Yeah,” he mumbles into the top of her head. It’s still the same scent as before in almost two years, he can’t even believe it.

She takes a step back, patting at her pockets and pulls out a pen. Pulling the envelope from his fingers, she scribbles down a name and address. “If this place is too far from your hotel, just call me.” He watches her, jotting down more numbers. “It’s my new US number.” While handing the infor back to him, she grins just a little. “Don’t lose it now.”

Calum laughs, remembering the first time she delivered that line to him. “I won’t. Promise.”

Dear Calum, 

There’s no real way to say this that doesn’t make my chest feel like it’s been punched  in. I shouldn’t have let you go. There was a way to make it all work. There was a way so that you and I could’ve pushed through. I was just too scared of things going too right, going too well. Maybe that sounds dumb. Or maybe that sounds insane. But the truth of the matter, I messed up. I’m sorry. And you don’t have to ever forgive me. You deserve the ability to move on. You deserve everything good that comes to you in the future. I want you to be happy. Even if it’s not with me. Even if our better time has passed. 

You deserve to be happy. 

Calum reads over the letter again. Still not sure how his lungs are still operating because he was positive all the air had been exhaled. It’s the fourth time he’s read it today. Since he had Michael read it out to him in the green room. He would’ve asked Ashton, but knew that Ashton would’ve told him not to worry, to keep moving forward. Because he had, in a way. He had thrown himself into music. He had tried to chase after her in other people. He had read all the books on poetry, and love, and philosophy. But something down in his gut told him that he would never let her go again if he got a second chance with her. 

He looks at the date. She wrote it six months after everything went south. Maybe she forgot to send it. It had his name on it--just never fully addressed out though. She could’ve messaged him. Emailed. Called. Literally anything and he would’ve answered. But hadn’t she? What held her back? And just as he goes to read it over one more time, the door chimes open. He looks at his phone. Just as the time ticks over to 8. And when he glances over his shoulder, there she is. In the same jacket from before. 

The little pizza shop isn’t too loud. Most people come in just to get their few slices and then dip right back out. She smiles, waving just a little before sliding onto the stool next to him. She points to the letter, that he hasn’t even moved to put up, “Sorry it’s not my best work. I thought about finding a synonym for happy but nothing fit right.”

With a breathy chuckle, Calum folds the letter up, slipping it into his pocket. “What do you recommend off the menu?”

“God, with this place, anything.” 

They settle back down on the stools, paper plates not fully supporting the extra large slices and a stack of napkins between them. The grease runs down his chin and Calum feels it rolling too. But his hands are full trying to keep his slice from falling. She laughs, dabbing at his face with a napkin. “I still see you’re the messiest eater around.”

“Hey, hey, it’s not my fault,” he grins. Their giggles dissipate as the bell chimes again, a signal of another patron entering. “What happened?” The question doesn’t feel full enough, doesn’t feel like it fully encapsulates all the confusion he holds. But yet, those are the only words he has.

“A lot started happening all at once. Your tour, my second album. More shows. It just-I felt like I couldn’t breathe. That I wasn’t a person. And maybe part of it was selfish. Maybe I was trying to save myself all along and I was just telling myself and you that I wasn’t selfish. I really am sorry. Like, if I had known, god if I had known that doing that would’ve caused all the pain it did, trust me, I wouldn’t have. If I could go back and tell myself, that crazy shit happens and you just gotta learn how to keep your cool, I’d do it in a heartbeat. It was a mistake letting you go. But at the same time, reaching out felt wrong too. Like I would’ve been ruining the peace you had created for yourself. And I didn’t want to do that either.”

“You know, I felt like we had something different. Like that was really going to be it for me and I had finally figured out this whole being in love thing. That I wouldn’t have to worry about anything. And maybe that was my mistake. Maybe I saw something happening and didn’t do anything.”

“We were living continents away. With everything happening, you weren’t seeing all of it. No need to blame yourself.” She takes his hand, slipping her fingers between his, twisting at the silver band around his middle finger. “I do want you to be happy, Calum. I want you to be so happy it just can’t be contained.”

“I was with you.” He squeezes her hand, willing her to look at him and not the street in front of them, through the glass. 

“I’m still not in L.A.”

“But you are in the same country as me now and I will take that.”

“You’d still take me back after everything?” When she looks at him, brows furrowed together, Calum knows he’s a goner. He always was with her. 

“I would.” 

“You’d be crazy.”

“I am already crazy. Because I’m tempted to ask you where you’re staying and if I could stay the night.”

He’s leaned in to her, just a hair. And she leans in too, resting mostly shoulder to shoulder. “You are crazy,” she laughs softly, taking in the reflection of the neon lights on the street. “But maybe I’m also crazy too.”

The night is cool again. Both of their boots scuff the concrete. She doesn’t stay far from the small diner, a ten minute walk really. With fingers threaded through each other, they walk huddled close up the sidewalks. The wind whips across their faces. They dodge piles of trash on the edge of the sidewalks and they keep their heads down so as to not attract a crowd. “How do you like New York? Got to be a huge shock?”

“It most definitely is. I like feeling anonymous here. With so many people around.”

“I know you said you don’t do well with people and New York feels like the opposite of the place you want to. Especially not in the city.”

“I mean, I still don’t do great with people. I’m in the city for the time being. But I have my eye on a few places further out. But after everything, I felt less lonely here. I don’t know. No one cared about who I was. No one cared what the fuck I was doing here. And I liked it better that way. Back home, everyone knew. Everyone looked at me like I was a broken vase. Here, no one gave a shit. It’s move or be moved here. Forced me to come to terms with everything. Forced me to accept everything I was trying to hide.”

“Do you need to go to your hotel? Grab or bag or something?” She asks just before they pass the opening for the subway. 

“I have my roomkey. It’s all good. All the interviews were today.” 

“As long as you’re sure.”

He gives her hand another squeeze. “I’m sure.” They reach the door to the complex and she digs out her keys, opening the front door. Calum follows her through the second set of doors. The elevator is a little janky as it carries them up, and definitely tiny. In the space, they’re pressed chest to chest. There are a few extra lines around her eyes, he notices and runs the pad of his thumb over the skin. It’s just as soft as it’s always been. She feels so familiar under his touch, yet so new. 

It’s not a far ascent and she laughs when he pouts as she pulls away. “Just like four more steps.” 

It’s true to word, when they step out of the elevator, her door is directly in front of it. Her keys jingle just a little as she works the lock and pushes into the chipping red paint of the door. Her dog leaps from the couch, greeting her and then barking just a little when they spot Calum. He laughs, kneeling to hug them to his chest. “You still remember me, huh?” he laughs, as they attempt to lick his face and jaw. “Oh, too long, I know. Sorry, bubs. Didn’t forget about you.”

She takes his jacket, hanging it by the door. “Want anything to drink?”

Calum shakes his head from her couch, working at his shoes. “No, I’m good, thank you.”

She nods, watching as her dog claims Calum’s attention. But she can’t find an ounce of herself to be mad or annoyed. So she slips out of her shoes and puts them up, before getting herself a bottle of water. When she settles onto the couch, she just laughs at the antics. Calum keeps trying to say something but at every twist, her dog is right there, plopping themselves in his lap. Calum eventually gives up and wraps his arms around their body, scratching lightly at their fur. 

“Someone missed you too,” she teases, putting her two fingers really close together. “Just a tiny bit.”

His laughter echoes in her head. “Yeah, clearly just a little.” He lifts his head just a little when he feels the wet tongue at his chin. “So, you’re working on your third album?”

“On and off,” she admits. “Playing more shows than anything for the time being. I don’t have to think. Everytime I think too much I end up fucking something up. So I’m just taking it easy for the time being. Taking some brand deals.”

“You’ve got a collab coming out soon, right?”

She nods at the question, laughing as her dog finally settles down. “Yeah, next month. I’ve always lived kind of a boring life, you know that.”

“There’s a lot I don’t know.” He can finally shift, as her dog wanders over to the water bowl, so that he can sit in front of her. It’s a dangerous game. He’s played it before with her. But he takes her chin into his hands. “We haven’t really talked in a while.”

“Is there something you want to say, Calum?”

“Yeah,” he returns simply. Her breath hitches, eyes searching his brown ones for something, anything that tells her what’s going on. “I wonder if your lips still feel the same. I always thought about the way you’d laugh sometimes into a kiss. And it used to haunt me. But right now, I want to find out if anything else has changed.”

She wastes no time, pushing up and sealing her mouth around his. His hand slides to the back of her neck and she pulls at the collar of his shirt. They fall into each other, then falling into the arm of the couch. She exhales her laughter, still pecking at Calum’s lip. Her fingers tease the skin of his upper chest and neck.

“I was right,” he grins. 

She hooks her finger around the gold plate. “I guess you were.” She pulls him back in for another kiss, slipping her hands into his hair. 

As his lips trail over her jaw and down to her neck, she thinks about the time at her apartment back home, Calum woke her up with kisses down her jaw. They still feel the same. Maybe even a little bit better. His finger push up the hem of her shirt, squeezing at the flesh of her side. She sighs and Calum groans at the sound. It sets off everything in his body when he hears her quiet noises of pleasure. 

“Is this okay?” he asks, pulling away to look at her as his fingers brush over her skin. “I don’t want to push you or take things too fast this time.”

Being with Calum feels like no time has past, if she’s honest. She doesn’t have the butterflies, just the comfort of someone she’s known for a year. And it sort of feels like they’re picking back up from where they left off. “I’m okay with it.”

He grins and she sees it--that rising sun in the gleam. His forehead rests against her. “I kinda feel like we have a lot of lost time to make up for.” His lips brush just over hers as he speaks. 

She exhales her laughter again, but agrees. “Just a little bit. I really am sorry.”

“We all make mistakes. You just have to communicate with me, okay? That’s all. Talk to me this time. If you feel like you’re drowning, let me help. Please.”

She pushes up and Calum settles back down into the cushion, taking her hands into his. “I know things won’t be like, perfect now. But I guess, it’s really important that we do get to spend quality time together.”

“It is. And I know my tour schedule is pretty packed right now, but there’s another longer break in about three weeks. They’re LA shows. I don’t know if you have plans, but if you do, we can hang out then.”

She has to laugh because here’s the trouble all over again. “Booked recording sessions then.”

“Okay, well, the week after that is the break between legs. What are you doing then?”

“Nothing.” There’s a break between sessions, and she had just planned to use the time to breathe. 

“I’ll fly you out then. Just you and I and my rehearsals. But that’s besides the point.”

Laughing, she rests her head into his bicep. “Just you, I, and your rehearsals. Got it.”

“We’ll have to better plan out things, that’s all. We’ll have to look at both our schedules and make sure that there’s sufficient breaks and time together.” He guides her head up. “I want you. And I mean all of you. I can’t stand to lose you again.”

“I just have to make sure Ashton doesn’t kill me.”

“He’s protective, yes. But not an evil. I’ll talk to him. Don’t you worry.” 

“He did write a whole song about how he’d bury a body for you. So I think I have a little bit to worry about.”

Calum laughs, shaking his head. “Maybe just a little bit.” Her grin makes him want to bottle it. He wants to carry it with him in his pocket. Leaning closer, he kisses her again. “But right now, it’s just you and I. There’s nothing else but time for us right now.”

She hums. “I like the sound of that.”

Fingers trail back under shirts. She drinks down his moans as they tease, barely touch. Calum’s shirt is discarded in the living room and her is pulled off in the hallway. Calum holds her face in his hands, memorizing the way her teeth sink into his bottom lip in the gentle nip. He moans. Fuck, she feels so good against him. 

Her spine shivers as his fingers trail to her back and unsnap the band of her bra. As the fabric falls from her shoulders and she tosses it somewhere, Calum takes a hand just to cup her. His fingers roll the erect bud and she sighs again, mouth falling slack against his. He laughs. “Hmm, that’s right. Someone does like their nipples played with.”

She grins though, blinking open her eyes. “Don’t think I forgot that you don’t listening to rules and like a little pain.”

Finding her waist with both hands, Calum holds her in close. “You wouldn’t dare.”

She bends her knees, just a little and with hot and open mouth kisses she trails down his chest before taking her teeth into the meat of his peck. Calum jolts, a grunt falling over his lips and throat. “I would dare,” she returns. 

They fall into her sheets, the same golden ones from before. They’re just as soft against Calum’s skin. It’s warm, as their skin heats up. Her skirt has landed somewhere to the floor and Calum pushes his hips up as she shrugs the denim down. She kisses over his thighs, moaning just a little. Calum lets his eyes flutter close at her soft kisses. 

Everything just feels right. Even as Calum takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue teasing her just a little. Or when she kisses over his length. But right now, she tosses her head back when Calum pries her legs open kissing up her inner thighs. “I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispers, watching as she clenches, more of her arousal leaking from her. 

She huffs, pulling a hand through her hair. “You sure do know how to make a girl sweat.”

“It’s a speciality,” he laughs with a wink before kissing her clit. She balls on fist around her sheets, stomach completely clenched. The last thing she wants is to have to wait much longer for anything. The anticipation can be a good thing, though she’s doing everything she can to keep her cool. That is, until Calum finally takes the first lap from her and she unravels, a moan leaving her throat as it mixes with a whine. 

He takes his time, pushing her thighs and knees to give him all the access he could ever want. Calum licks another stripe over her, before sucking her clit into his mouth. She taste better than he could’ve ever imagined. Every sound she gives--moans, groans, or a whine--rattles in his brain and spurs him on. One of her hands finds it’s way into his hair and she tries to push up with her hips and his face down into her core. But it’s not like he needs the assistance or the reminder. When he trails down to her opening, his nose brushes over her clit and her body is reeling. 

“Oh, fuck,” she whines, feeling the coil in her lower gut tightening. 

Calum hums at the sounds, and when she praises him, tells him that he’s the only one to make her feel this fucking food, he rewards, slipping a finger into the mix, pushing up into her. “Is that so?” he asks, watching her head dive deeper into the pillows. 

“God, Calum,” she huffs. 

Another finger finds it way inside, pushing and curling in all the right places. Her body feels like it’s on fire. She feels like she’s a coil so tightly wound she’s going to break. His tongue flicks across her click, lapping at her. And that’s it, that’s the right combination to send her over the edge. Over she goes, with a yelp, her orgasm rocking her frame and toes curling as she cries out for Calum. 

He keeps her going, keeps curling his fingers at her. So lost in the way she sounds. And when the huffs turn into a hiss, he pulls back. She beckons him up, kissing him and tasting her own arousal coating his lips and tongue. He’s careful not to settle fully against her, but it’s quickly changed when her legs come up and lock around his waist. “I’m not gonna break,” she laughs, when he finally let’s go and sinks into her. 

She swallows his response with a kiss but it doesn’t matter anyway. Her hips come up and Calum rolls onto his back, letting her settle atop him. Her nails rake down his skin and she sucks at his neck, he’s sure it’ll bruise just a little but it’s okay with him. His nails dig into the flesh of her hips, not sure if he wants the friction right now or if he just needed to revel in the feeling of her against him. 

“Shit,” he whines when she rocks over him. “I-fuck.”

She laughs, pulling away to reach into her drawer. “That sounds about right.”

Calum delivers a swift swat to her ass at the joke, but laughs anyway. “That is not funny.”

“Then why are you laughing.” When she turns her attention back to him, condom in hand. She stretches down to kiss him again. “Did I ever tell you you’re not the only one that likes a little pain?”

His eyebrows arches and he smooths over her ass before delivering another spank to her opposite cheek. She sighs, eyes fluttering close just a little. “Oh, buttercup, you should’ve never told me that.” 

“We can save it for another time? Because right now the only thing I can think about is riding you until the sun rises.”

Kneading at her breast, Calum grins. “Now, that sounds about right.” 

There’s a moment, right as she settles down on him fully, that they both moan at the feeling. Calum because of the warmth and slickness, her because of the stretch. Her head is dizzy again with need. She steadies herself with her hands planted on his chest and rocks. All she can focus on is the girth of him, stretching her completely open. It makes her toes tingle and she falters, falling into his chest, but starts a new cadence, pulling up and settling back down on his length. 

“Holy shit,” he huffs. She buries her face into the crook of his neck and Calum coaxes her out, to look at him. “You don’t get to hide from me, not again. Wanna see that pretty face when you cum.”

Her hips are still rocking but she nods, eyes fluttering close just for a moment. Calum kisses her, and it’s his turn to swallow down the moan she feeds him. She pushes back up, pulling her own breast between her fingers. Calum loses the top of his head, he’s sure, watching as she rides him. His fingers trail over her hips, up to her stomach. “Why’d you have to be so handsome?” she teases breathy. 

He’s not sure how to respond. Unsure of the heat he feels is a blush or the sweltering of arousal flooding his body. She takes one of his hands, trailing it towards her heat. And Calum takes the hint, thumb circling the bundle of nerves. Her head falls back on her neck as a hum builds in her chest. Calum kneads at her right breast, pulling and pushing at every button he can to have orgasm again for him. 

A high pitched squeak falls from her. The bed taps against the wall, but neither one of them really cares. Her orgasm washes over it, like a wave crashing into the shoreline. She shudders, clenching around him and falls again into his chest, but pushes up onto her elbows, remember Calum’s early demand. “Fuck,” she whines when he starts to fuck up into her. He pulls her body up and she’s useless, body still like jello from her orgasm. Her words catch in her throat. 

“It’s okay,” he whispers into her ear when she bites down onto his shoulder. “You know I like the pain.”

“Feel so good,” she returns. “Calum, shit, you feel so good.” His hips start to stutter, trying to ride out for longer, but knowing that inevitably he’s at the end of his rope. She kisses over his neck. “Cum for me, yeah? Please.”

Who is he to deny her? Who is he she to defy her? He ruts up once, twice, and she clenches hard, taking most of the wind of his third thrust but he cums hard, arms squeezing her to his chest and he knows he’s loud in her ear as he groans. Though, it’s suspected that’s just the sound she wanted to hear as she seals his mouth with hers. 

Calum wraps the towel around his waist. She’s already under the cover, with them flipped down for him. She pats the spot in the mattress. He can see some of the hickies covering her chest that he left behind. Without much thought, Calum dries off a bit more and then slips between the sheets. “Hey,” she whispers. “Come here often?”

“My first time actually. But the first of many, I hope.”

Her nose scrunches as Calum taps it. “Yeah, of many. I brought your phone into the room. Put it on my spare charger. And I know that it’ll go off at 5:55 AM. No, you don’t have to turn it off. I know it’s important to you.”

“You--you still remember that?

“I don’t know if you really remember. But when I said that you were in everything, you were everywhere. I meant it.” She turns to her back, the sheets tucked up to her chin. Both of them are bare beneath them. 

Calum’s taken up drawing random patterns on her stomach as he holds himself up on his elbow, facing her. “I remember. Could never forget that.”

“Guess we might’ve meant for something more, something better.” Her voice is soft. The blinds in her window let the lights of the city in. Nothing about it is quiet as sirens pass by. Calum lets his head fall into her pillows. She turns, both of them now facing each other again. Her arm slides over his waist. He throws one of his legs over hers. 

She’s content like this, where she can kiss across the tattoos on his chest. Though she can’t really see the one just under his peck, she thinks about the question poised there. Why would she choose anything other than Calum? It remains quiet for a while and she thinks he’s fallen asleep until his chest rumbles. 

“We were. It was just a matter of getting there. Finding the right path for us.” He’s positive, as she shuffles in a little closer that this is it for him. And if he has to fight hell, heaven, or high water, he’d do it all for her. 

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*****

Magnus trudges along the basketball court, his head bent forward and raindrops sliding down the side of his face. The campus is painted gray by the rain and the cold drops of water feel like weary tears on his cheeks. He fears his makeup is running with it.

Two students are playing basketball on the concrete, the thumps of the ball bouncing back and forth like thunder in the rain as they goad each other on. It’s a comic sight, the tall, dark haired one taunting his smaller, fairer counterpart. They move swiftly around the basketball hoop, shadows among the ever-falling water.

Magnus can’t see their faces through the rain, and doesn’t see the car coming either.

The car flashes by, lifting a wave of mud and water from a blocked road drain. One second to the next, and Magnus is completely drenched, covered in dirty water. He shakes his head, sending drops of too cold, sticky water into the rain and stares in disbelief at the driver’s face, unrecognizable through the windshield. The car disappears around the corner in spite of Magnus’ angry yelling as he runs after it.

“Come back here you-” he pants, and eventually stops running.

Magnus’ feet hurt, his high heels feel uncomfortable even to walk in, and he knows his already sheer shirt is now completely see-through. The blue fabric sticks to his chest, as do his olive pants. Magnus glances at the bold, gold and blue flowers along his legs, disappointed to see his outfit ruined by the rain.

He didn’t bring a coat with him today, for the sake of fashion.

Magnus sighs deeply and rubs his arms and shoulders, trying to warm up as he starts walking again. He’s shivering already and his messenger bag bumps against his hip, all too cheery after what just happened.

“Hey! Wait-” someone calls after him.

Magnus stops, glancing over his shoulder and blinking a few times to try and see the other student better. It’s Tall, Dark and Handsome from earlier, short on breath from intense exercise still. The stranger is hunched over some sort of bundle of leather and wool, keeping it away from the rain.

“You should take this. You’re going to catch a cold otherwise,” the dark haired man offers.

Magnus takes the black and gold letter jacket, grateful. It’s extremely romantic, and he can’t help but smile a little as he glances at the leather bomber. There are a few basketball pins at the front, and apparently the stranger’s name is Alec. Magnus fumbles with the jacket, catching sight of the other boy’s last name before finding the sleeves and putting it on.

“Lightwood?” Magnus reads aloud.

“I’m Alec,” Lightwood introduces himself. “I have three siblings and we’re all into sports so you might see it around a lot…”

Alec trails off, running a hand through his messy curls of damp, brown hair. He looks shy, not quite meeting Magnus’ eyes, nor looking at Magnus’ chest through the wet fabric of the button-up shirt. It makes Magnus smile as he melts into the warmth of the jacket. He steps closer to the other student, sparing a glance at the damp tank top sticking to the strong lines of Alec’s muscular chest.

“I’m Magnus. Thank you.”

He can feel the rain dripping down his forehead, flattening the artfully spiked streaks of purple and blue strands of hair. Magnus doesn’t look his best, he knows, yet Alec’s breath catches in his throat as he smiles back to Magnus.

“Can I… can I get your number? So that you can give the jacket back later?”

Magnus has a feeling Alec is not even hitting on him on purpose.

It’s a nice change of pace from Magnus’ usually quite flirty encounters. He doesn’t mind per se, since he gets a lot of phone numbers and makes new friends this way. Magnus’ closest friends were never interested in flirting with him, however.

Their loss.

He grabs his phone from his bag, wiping water off the screen to send Alec a text. He’s adding a basketball emoji next to Alec’s name when another message comes in, from a guy he doesn’t even remember the face of. Magnus grimaces at the sight of a kitten playing with a blue bow. This is definitely not what the guy meant to send.

“Cute, is that your cat?” Alec asks, peering at the screen.

A nervous laugh breaks through Magnus’ lips and he shakes his head, pocketing the phone. Alec doesn’t press, a curling lock of hair falling in his eyes and Magnus startles when he feels a drop of water fall on his nose. It’s still raining and Magnus is sopping wet.

“Thanks again, I’ll text you when I’m home,” Magnus says, grinning.

Alec nods and Magnus takes a step back, pointing behind his shoulder because he’s not quite ready to turn around yet. Alec watches him with a gentle smile, his eyes shining through the rain, until Magnus finds the strength to look away.

*****

Magnus goes to take off the letter jacket upon getting home, but a glance in the mirror makes him pause. It’s not in the same register as his outfit, but Magnus thinks it might look quite cute with something more laid back. Who would have thought? Magnus nods to himself and lays the jacket out to dry.

He jumps in the shower to warm up, washing his hair while he’s at it and thinks back on his encounter with Alec. The water is running hot and Magnus bites his lip, smiling. He gets out of the bathroom with a cloud of condensation and puts on more comfortable clothes, grabbing his phone as he does so.

Magnus takes one last look at the picture of the cat before blocking the number.

He’s not interested in unsolicited dick pics. Going Catmando is not prominent enough, in Magnus’ opinion. The app turns dick pics into pictures of kittens and he recommends it to every person he knows that might need it. Speaking of which…

Cat: I got a dick pic. Again. As if I didn’t see enough dicks everyday.

Magnus: Darling, how many times do I have to tell you? Go Catmando! That will make one less dick for you to deal with while we change the world for the better and teach guys not to send unsolicited dick pics!

Magnus can almost hear Catarina’s sigh and wishes her good luck with her shift at the hospital. He texts Alec next, asking when they can meet up for Magnus to give the jacket back.

Perhaps he’ll snatch a date as well, Magnus surprises himself wishing. Alec did not strike him as shy, but the bubbles that keep coming up and disappearing as the basketball player types his texts speak of hesitation and thinking over what to write for too long.

Magnus: We could go out for a drink while we’re at it ;)

Alec: Sounds fun.

Magnus giggles, sprawling on his bed to keep talking with Alec. The other boy is playing hard to get, or trying to play it cool at least. Magnus wants nothing more than to slip through the cracks and throw Alec off.

Fairy lights glow warmly along the wall, lighting up familiar faces on the many pictures Magnus stuck there. He glances at the closest, Cat smiles in her scrubs and Ragnor hides behind an ancient looking book.

Magnus: You know what’s fun? Roller skating. Meet you at the rink ;)

He sends the time and place to Alec, rolling on his back with a sigh.

Magnus’ loft is small, with too many books stacked on top of each other and clothes thrown all around. He loves it. He spies a picture of Raphael frowning above his desk, and frowns right back at the young genius. Raphael graduated from high school early and he has the looks as well as the brains. No need to be condescending, Magnus wants to tell him, but this is only a picture and Alec has replied.

Alec: Okay.

Magnus grins.

*****

The roller skating rink is Magnus’ favorite place in town. He loves the retro style, neon tubes, bright lights and music blasting from the loudspeakers like the eighties are coming back to bite the skaters in the ass. Magnus knows quite a lot about that particular feeling, because roller derby gets dirty most of the time.

He meets Alec at the entrance, “Hi!”

“Hey,” Alec replies, his voice rising slightly when he meets Magnus’ eyes.

It’s endearing and Magnus leads the way towards the skates, holding his own pair in his hands already. They’re bright pink with glittery wings on the sides. Alec follows, looking around and Magnus is pretty sure he catches the other boy staring, undoubtedly appreciative of Magnus’ outfit.

Magnus is quite proud of the golden necklaces resting on his dark tank top. He tucked the shirt into his denim shorts, throwing the letter jacket on top. Magnus also catches sight of a smile on Alec’s face before Alec gets a hold of himself. Alec hesitates in front of the shelf containing his size of skates, having obviously no idea of which pair to choose.

“I recommend the purple ones,” Magnus offers helpfully, ready to go.

Alec moves away from a grim pair of black skates with a bashful smile and takes the purple one instead. They’ll go really well with his dark jeans and hoodie, in Magnus’ opinion. Alec sits down to put the skates on and Magnus makes a show of bending to tighten the laces of his own skates. He glances at Alec behind him, winking when he finds Alec staring again.

“Come on, show me what you got,” Magnus teases, darting forward.

He doesn’t go far, and Alec catches up easily, “Do I have to pass some kind of test to get my jacket back?”

“That wouldn’t be fair,” Magnus shrugs. “My team won the last three championships.”

Alec gives him an impressed look and Magnus preens, spinning around to skate backwards and look at the other boy. The rink is pretty empty, so people give them a wide berth as they skate around.

“Your siblings are into sports too?” Magnus asks Alec, knowing this is a topic they can broach.

“Yeah, Isabelle does gymnastics, Jace plays soccer, and Max is a swimmer.”

Magnus straightens with interest, because Alec’s voice is higher when he talks about Max, pride seeping through Alec’s baritone. Magnus doesn’t dare ask about Alec’s brother though, and a moment later Alec speaks up again.

“We’re so proud of him for entering so many competitions and winning.”

Alec smiles brightly and Magnus nods, and inside he feels fuzzy, because Alec’s support for his little brother is heart-warming. Magnus smiles at Alec, trying to express his admiration, and Alec must notice Magnus’ interest, because he speaks over the music playing in the background.

“Max has a severe mobility impairment,” he adds.

They keep skating and the synthesizer goes crazy so Magnus swivels around, moving with the music. Alec is smiling still, so Magnus follows the other boy’s lead and keeps talking without missing a beat.

“Are they younger than you?”

“Yeah. Isabelle and Jace are two years younger than me, and Max is our baby, I’m almost ten years older than him,” Alec replies, grinning.

“You sound close to him though,” Magnus comments, spinning around.

They skate side by side, chatting about Alec’s siblings and Magnus’ roller derby team. Alec is easy to talk to, a good listener, but he needs a little coaxing to talk about himself. Magnus corners him off to the side after a while, grinning when Alec leans back against the fence and simply stares at him when Magnus hovers close.

Magnus is about to press the palm of his hand to Alec’s chest when he changes his mind and reaches out to hold onto the other boy’s waist instead. Magnus tilts his head up for a kiss, but Alec ducks his head, swallowing quickly. Definitely shy, Magnus muses, and moves back.

“What do you say we get out of here?” he asks.

Alec nods and looks disappointed as they go sit down to remove their skates. It’s refreshing, Magnus’ dates don’t usually take their time like this and neither does he. Magnus is a people person, he likes putting himself out there and meeting new people. It’s the reason he’s the co-captain of the Brooklyn Hellhounds.

Magnus is easy to talk to and people aren’t intimidated to reach out to him. Or to send him unsolicited dick pics, the perks of leaving his number on the team’s website and some promotional posters.

Magnus bites his lip, deciding to let Alec set the pace, and wraps himself tighter in the black and gold letter jacket on their way out. He doesn’t miss Alec’s appreciative glance and struts forward, looking at the other boy over his shoulder.

“Are you hungry?”

“Yeah,” Alec hesitates. “I know this place you might like…” he trails off.

“Lead the way!”

Magnus keeps close to Alec and their arms brush as they near Taki’s Diner. The restaurant is old-fashioned, with a disgusting layer of grease over the table that Alec hurries to wipe down before letting Magnus take a seat. Red and blue ads stare them down and the menu is handwritten, with a home-made milkshake recipe that makes Magnus smile.

Toffee and vanilla with a popcorn topping sounds perfect.

Alec doesn’t even look at the menu and the manager himself strides up to them with a grin, wrapping an apron around his waist. The man — Luke, his name tag reads — is way too obvious when he gives Magnus a look, deciding whether he approves of Alec’s date or not, but eventually winks at Alec. Luke adjusts the apron and grabs a notepad to take their orders.

“The usual for you, Son?” he asks Alec, who nods. “And for you, young man?”

“I’ll try the home-made milkshake,” Magnus replies graciously.

Luke beams and jots it down, sauntering away to prepare their orders. Magnus takes the opportunity to go around the table and sit down next to Alec. It feels less formal this way, and Alec tenses briefly before coming to the same conclusion and relaxing slightly. His eyes trail down the length of Magnus’ legs under the table when Magnus crosses them.

“What’s your major?” Magnus can’t help but grin when Alec startles.

“Engineering.”

“That’s very vague.”

“Civil Engineering,” Alec explains, and his eyes light up with laughter, “I want to work with architects, design bridges.”

“Well I’m glad, because if you meant electrical engineering I would have left on the spot,” Magnus teases him.

“Do you study electrical engineering?” Alec asks him.

Magnus gasps in fake horror, “No! Chemistry.”

Alec chuckles and Luke comes back with a plate of fries and a soda for Alec. Then, he places a glass overflowing with whipped cream in front of Magnus, who hurries to scoop a mouthful of the popcorn on top before it gets soggy. He sighs in delight at the explosion of flavors on his tongue.

“This is good,” he moans, leaning into Alec.

The basketball player picks at the fries between them, fire spreading on his cheeks and Magnus chuckles. He takes a sip of his milkshake before leaning his head on Alec’s shoulder with a sigh.

“So, a guy came up to me and looked ready to get into a fight with me because of the jacket. Jealous ex, or someone who can’t stand you?”

Alec chokes on a mouthful of soda, “What? Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

��Just kidding!” Magnus amends, touching Alec’s arm in an attempt to comfort him.

They stare at each other in silence and for a moment Magnus thinks he ruined everything. Then Alec puts his hand on Magnus’ knee, palm warm and surprisingly wide. Alec swallows quickly and locks eyes with Magnus, his thumb rubbing a circle onto Magnus’ naked thigh.

“You don’t have any exes to worry about.”

“Good,” Magnus breathes out, “So I can keep the jacket?”

Alec kisses him. His lips are rough over Magnus’, and the kiss is clumsy as Alec tries to take too much all at once, eager and impatient. Magnus misses him as soon as Alec moves back and chases after the engineering student, sliding a hand in Alec’s hair to take control of the kiss.

The wet slide of their lips is smoother this time, and Alec gasps as Magnus runs his tongue over Alec’s upper lip. The kiss tastes of sugar and a shiver runs down Magnus’ spine in response as he scoots closer, throwing his leg over Alec’s.

Magnus sighs into the kiss when Alec sucks on his bottom lip, careful although his hand slides onto Magnus’ thigh. Magnus doesn’t mind the feeling of calloused hands on his skin, his own fingers curling into Alec’s hair, but Alec catches hold of himself and breaks away again, chest heaving.

“You can keep the jacket.”

*****

Magnus invites Alec to his next bout. They struggle to find time to see each other in person with their fast approaching finals, so it makes sense to have Alec there. The Brooklyn Hellhounds are fairly popular for a roller derby team, and it’s nice to see a familiar face in the crowd too.

It’s not that Magnus doesn’t know the people that come to the bouts, but rather that he tends to avoid some of them. It’s what happens when he receives unsolicited dick pics from supporters. Magnus doesn’t want anything else to do with them.

It’s easy enough to move away from one of the supporters that sent him a dick pic recently (it turned into a cute orange kitten), and Magnus moves along the neon lights around the rink, to the rhythm of upbeat music.

He skates towards Alec with a grin, skidding to a stop in front of the basketball player. Magnus tugs on the hood of Alec’s sweatshirt, grinning, and Alec lays a hand on Magnus’ waist, hesitant.

“Hey,” Alec breathes out.

“Hi.”

Magnus knows he looks different than the last time they saw each other. The High Warlock of Brooklyn, Magnus’ persona, is a sight to behold, from the powerful flick of eyeliner around Magnus’ eyes to the deep crimson lipstick he wears. Magnus’ fishnet tights disappear beneath leather shorts and the plunging neckline of his shirt leaves little to the imagination, if the splatter of glitter on Magnus’ collarbones didn’t attract enough attention to his naked chest.

“I believe this calls for a good luck kiss,” Magnus suggests slyly.

“Are you sure? Your makeup,” Alec asks, frowning.

Magnus nods eagerly, leaning in and Alec chuckles, pecking him carefully on the lips. It’s sweet, in a way, that Alec pays attention to Magnus’ makeup, but it makes Magnus pout. He grabs a handful of the engineering student’s hoodie, bringing him closer.

“I know I don’t need much luck but that was barely a kiss. Do it properly,” he smirks against Alec’s lips.

Alec wraps his arms around Magnus’ waist and sweeps him off his skates this time. Magnus moans into Alec’s mouth, kissing back just as hard, panting by the time they break apart. Alec’s lips have taken a slightly pink tinge, and Magnus sends him one last kiss before rolling off, running his thumb around his mouth to remove any unflattering stains.

The Brooklyn Hellhounds win the bout.

*****

Alec is sweet and has checked in on Magnus everyday, even offering to study together when Magnus lacked the motivation. The basketball player had taken Magnus’ refusal well, both of them very aware that they would get little studying done if they met up.

They text in between studying instead. They chat for a while, avoiding the topic of their finals.

Magnus: I’ve always wanted a cat

Alec: I knew you were a cat person!

Magnus: Are you? ;)

Alec: Guess you’ll have to find out…

Magnus grins, a sappy smile he doesn’t bother to hide. Nobody can see him in his loft anyway and Raphael’s judgmental scowl from the picture on the wall doesn’t feel half as intense as it usually does in real life.

Alec grows more and more confident every time they speak, to Magnus’ delight.

He likes this playful side of Alec and cannot wait to finally meet up for coffee. A proper date is long overdue, although Magnus rather liked their outings so far. He has taken to wearing the letter jacket a lot and his friends have noticed, but none of them asked questions about the last name between Magnus’ shoulder blades.

*****

Naturally, Magnus shows up to Alec’s game next. The sound there is deafening, the arena is so crowded with Shadowhunters supporters that Magnus struggles to see the other team’s supporters. He’s wearing Alec’s jacket and walks down to the court, lingering there and wondering if he’ll get to talk to Alec before the game.

The team runs out to a wave of cheers and Magnus catches sight of Alec’s tall frame, his dark jersey standing out against his pale skin. Alec looks around and beams when he spots Magnus, jogging up to him. Magnus feels like the crowd has disappeared for a moment and slides his hands in the back pockets of his jeans, smiling.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. We trained hard for this game,” Alec replies, stepping closer.

“No need for a good luck kiss then?”

Magnus is teasing, but Alec pecks him on the lips without a warning and grins, stepping away immediately. His teammates are getting ready and Magnus watches Alec go, lips tingling with the ghost of a kiss still.

He has already seen Alec play once, but this is different.

Alec seems galvanized among his teammates and the roar of their supporters only spurs him on. Magnus jumps to his feet every time the shot clock is about to run out, deeply involved in the game, and chants with the rest of the Shadowhunters’ supporters to celebrate their victory.

Alec sprints across the court and climbs up the stairs to grace Magnus with a victorious kiss. He reeks of sweat and his jersey sticks to Magnus’ clothes as Alec holds onto the lapels of the letter jacket to keep Magnus close. Magnus would not change it for anything, even sliding a hand beneath Alec’s black and gold jersey to feel his strong back, wondering if Alec has a six pack.

“So you’re more into celebratory kisses?” Magnus breathes out when they finally part.

“Mostly into you,” Alec blurts out, blushing.

*****

Magnus flops down on his bed with a sigh. Finals are over, now the only thing left to do is wait. He fumbles for his phone and finds Alec’s last message, glossy lips stretching into a grin. It’s time to plan their next date.

Magnus: Can’t wait to see you again

Alec takes a while to reply sometimes, but not today. Magnus settles more comfortably on his bed as he reads the message, trying to think of somewhere to go, or something to do with the engineering student.

Alec: Should we meet up tonight?

Magnus: Definitely! I don’t really want to go out though…

Alec: Why not? You like going out

Magnus: Well, I’d rather keep you to myself

It’s true, Magnus has never been alone with Alec and he wants to know what the basketball player is like when it’s just the two of them. Alec is bound to enjoy it more too, shy like he is, so Magnus is surprised he hasn’t agreed yet.

Alec:: Yeah? What for?

Magnus smirks at that and sits up, snapping a selfie while he’s at it. He wore Alec’s letter jacket once again, with ripped jeans. His hair is messed up from running his hands through it all afternoon and Magnus’ makeup consisted mostly in mascara and eyeliner.

Magnus: You’d get all this just for yourself, plus we could order take out, cuddle and watch a movie together.

Alec takes longer to reply this time, so Magnus busies himself tidying his loft, but jogs back to his bed when he hears the notification of a new message. He smiles at the sight of a text from Alec. Magnus hurries to open it, and promptly drops the phone as soon as his eyes land on a tabby kitten with big blue eyes running in the grass.

This can’t be, not from Alec.

How ironic is this, Magnus muses painfully. He told Alec how much he likes cats and now, Going Catmando turned a very unsolicited, very disappointing dick pic into a kitten. He blames himself almost immediately for expecting Alec to be any different. They kissed on the first date after all, and Alec nearly groped Magnus after winning his basketball game. Magnus should have expected the dick pic sooner or later.

He wipes his eyes angrily when he realizes he’s crying. Magnus is disappointed and it hurts more than getting in a fight, in his opinion, because there is no apologizing for this. Magnus glances at the kitten, quite the cutie this one, and throws his phone to the other side of the bed with a hiccup.

The picture feels like a slap, and Magnus regrets even accepting the letter jacket from Alec when they first met. He should have known, who would bother giving their jacket to a stranger without ulterior motives?

Magnus’ phone lights up with another message, a picture again, and Magnus turns his back on the screen. He doesn’t want any more cat pictures. Maybe he should keep the jacket, just to spite Alec. He could pretend to be a crazy ex and ruin the engineering student’s future relationships. Magnus would probably do them a favor and spare them from unsolicited dick pics.

The messages keep coming and Magnus sits on the bed, wrapping his arms around his knees and hugging his legs close to his chest with an ugly sob. He ruined his makeup already, he thinks, and the messages won’t stop. How long will it take for Alec to understand that there is no point in sending more? Magnus is not interested.

At least they haven’t made plans for a date, Magnus won’t need to look at the kittens to cancel. Maybe it would have felt better to just bail on Alec though, and Magnus’ shoulders shake as he keeps crying.

He should ring Catarina, tell her all about it. They would vent their frustrations together, and maybe Cat would finally go Catmando too.

Eventually, Magnus’ phone goes quiet again. He breathes in deeply and reaches out carefully to pick it up, wiping his eyes with his other hand. It’s covered in black stains, mascara and eyeliner wasted over yet another boy.

Magnus clenches his jaw as he unlocks his phone, ready to block Alec and delete his number, but his eyes inevitably fall to the kittens. It’s always the same one, in various poses and Magnus frowns. In all the time he has been using Going Catmando, he never received the same kitten twice.

There are even familiar looking shoes in one of the pictures.

Magnus scrolls down against his better judgment and startles as Alec’s face comes into view, the kitten nuzzling against the basketball player’s neck. Magnus wonders idly how the kitten got up on Alec’s shoulder, then there is the dawning realization. He sends a message with trembling fingers, and hopes he won’t regret it.

Magnus: Do you have videos?

The reply takes a while, but the video comes in eventually and Magnus plays it a few times, not believing his eyes, or his ears for that matter. Alec rambles happily, scratching the tabby kitten’s ears. They’re outside still, and Alec seems to be sitting cross-legged in the grass. Other cats stroll about and Magnus even catches a meow in the distance.

“I volunteer at an animal shelter — don’t tell anyone — and this little one won’t leave me alone. Isn’t he cute? I called him Church!”

Magnus shifts on his bed. This really wasn’t a dick pic then? He exchanges a few more texts with Alec, tentatively inviting the shy boy to his place, like he suggested earlier.

The animal shelter must be closer than Magnus thought, because Alec shows up at his door before Magnus gets to fix his makeup. Alec’s eyes are blown wide at the sight and he steps inside, cupping Magnus’ face and running his thumbs gently under Magnus’ eyes.

“What happened? Your finals…”

“It’s nothing,” Magnus tries to brush him off.

When he turns to face the mirror, his make-up looks almost alright. Alec removed the ungraceful stains on Magnus’ cheeks and even managed to make some sort of smokey-eye out of Magnus’ ruined eyeliner.

“Isabelle ruined her make-up a lot when she was in high school,” Alec says sheepishly.

Magnus smiles and steps closer to Alec, leaning into him and wrapping his arms around Alec. He breathes in deeply until he feels brave enough to explain what happened and the ridiculous conclusions Magnus came to.

“Have you ever heard of the Going Catmando application?”

“No,” Alec tilts his head, pressing a kiss to Magnus’ hair. “What is it?”

“It turns dick pics into pictures of kittens instead.”

Alec chuckles at first, but stops almost immediately as he realizes what happened. Magnus sighs and goes to move back when Alec tightens his arms around Magnus and they’re left staring into each other’s eyes.

“You thought… oh. I wouldn’t do that,” Alec mumbles.

“I didn’t think you would, so it came as a shock.”

“Poor Church,” Alec mutters.

Magnus lets out a giggle and hides his face in the crook of Alec’s neck, making the other boy laugh too. It’s good to clear things up and Magnus can’t help but think that later down the line, when they know each other better, maybe he won’t mind very solicited dick pics.

Not yet though, and he hugs Alec in the meantime, listening to his heartbeat as they shake with laughter, together.

[trying-my-best]

Scp 035 x reader part 10

You let out a depressed sigh, it's been about 27 hours since you last slept. You expected this to happen eventually. Back when you worked as a thief for hire you'd have 38 to 52 hour days.

You guessed the reason that you could sleep at the facility before was that they'd give you more to do. Although it wasn't at tiring as breaking and entering, it was as the only guess you had.

Bach was probably coming to wake you up soon. Giving up on sleep you got dressed and went to the kitchen to make some coffee. You remembered how Bach liked his black with a little sugar.

You heard the cell door slide open and heavy footsteps enter the cell. Bach walks past the kitchen and towards the bedroom. You follow behind him as he opens the bedroom door.

"Alright woman, time to get up." Bach shakes the bed, fully expecting you to rise up and yell at him for shaking the bed. You lean against the door frame casually and waited for him to notice you.

Five minutes pass and he's still yelling at the bed where he thinks you are. Getting bored, you sneak up behind him and give his shoulder a little tap. He jumps and turns around fast, gets startled, and falls down.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing awake?" Bach yells as you help him to his feet.

"I couldn't sleep, I'm still kinda used to 38 to 52 hour days. You remember me telling you about my old job." You turn to leave the room. "Come on, I made us coffee. "

Bach's eyes lit up at the mention of coffee. "You made me coffee? Black with sugar?" You nodded as you entered the kitchen. When you picked up the coffee to hand it to Bach, he swiped it out of your hands, almost spilling it.

You laughed at his excitement for coffee, you were pretty sure that this has to be his fifth cup today. Bach took a sip of his coffee and sighed happily.

"Oh yeah, Dr. Yapp wanted me to tell you to go to his office later and to give you this." Bach reached into his pocket and pulled out a key card. "This will get you around the facility, it'll only open up scp 035's and 049's cells, and it'll get you from light containment to heavy containment. "

"Why 049?"

Bach shrugged. "Well, you got along with him so well the duringone of the breaches. We thought you might want to visit him every now and then"

You took the card from his hand and inspected it. "So now I can leave my room at will?"

"Yep! Also, if you use this card to help any scp escape you will be demoted back to D-class and have all your current privileges revoked. So don't be dumb." Bach used an exaggerated tone for the last sentence.

You thanked Bach before heading towards the cell door to test it out. Approaching the cell door, you held the card to the door panel. It made a loud beep and the door opened. "Nice" you said to no one in particular. "Alright Bach, go start your rounds. I'm going to get ready for the day, then I'll head down to Yapp's office. "

Bach left and closed the door behind him as you walked back to your room. You noticed the plush cat 035 gave you sitting on the bed. You need to give it a name or something, you'll think of one eventually.

You picked out a nice, cute outfit before you went to the bathroom to shower.

*035's cell*

035 had their hands folded under their head as usual. Instead of the usual comedy mask, 035's face was tragedy. Their clearly bored with the normal interview the foundation was putting them through.

They had been promised a visit with (Y/N) and as far as they could tell, they didn't know when or if that was ever going to happen. So far the foundation seemed to only be interested in pestering 035 about their plans with (Y/N) instead of seeing how things unfold.

035 themselves didn't know what they wanted with (Y/N), still stuck between wanting to have them as a companion or having the experience of possessing (Y/N).

The interview had just ended and 035 couldn't be more disinterested. The foolish scientists talking amongst themselves in the observation room.

035 was becoming more impatient and angry. They didn't like not getting what that want. 035 stood up from their chair and walked up to the glass, startling the scientis. "When am I seeing (Y/N)?" 035 demanded with an authority to their voice.

"T-today, here in a c-couple hours. Dr. Yapp just needs to talk to h-her for a bit then she'll be here." One of the scientis squeaked out.

035 glared suspiciously at the scientis, not 100% believing them. 035 walked back to the table and sat down, still glaring daggers at the scientis.

*back to your cell*

Feeling refreshed and ready for the day, you gave the plush cat a pat and headed out the cell door. You waved to some scientis as you headed towards Dr. Yapp's office.

Dr. Yapp's office was located in light containment so it took you about 15 minutes to walk there, every now and then asking people for directions.

Eventually you made it to his office. You knocked gently on the door, you could hear shuffling inside the room as Dr. Yapp rushed to the door. The door swung open revealing the Doctor covered in paint and clutching a few paint tubes in his arms. You giggled at the sight.

"Don't laugh at me! Paint is surprisingly easy to spill everywhere." The doctor yelled.

You and Dr. Yapp spent the next hour and a half cleaning up paint. When it was properly cleaned up, Dr Yapp explained that he was planning on letting you and 035 paint today but the 05 council wanted full documentation of the experiment.

He explained that the 05 had never given scp 035 this much freedom and were sceptical about giving 035 what they want so easily. You wondered if you were still going to see 035 today or if you would be held from them longer.

"But! We made a compromise. You see, today we have more than usual staff so we would have more people to watch the two of you paint. Now 035 won't try to breach again. " Dr. Yapp exclaimed with a sigh of relief.

You smiled, happy that you'd be able to paint and see 035. Did 035 miss you? Or did 035 miss trying to figure out what you were and why they couldn't possess you. You had evidence that it could be ether or, and you were the type to take chances.

You and a couple other scientis helped Dr. Yapp carry the paint supplies to 035's containment cell. The supplies consisted of two easels, normal paint colors, pencils, and some paint brushes of different sizes.

When you all got to 035's cell, the guards standing outside the cell ordered 035 to stand away from everyone so we could set up.

"Why can't we let 035 help us?" You expressed your thoughts as you sat down one of the easels. The guard on your right grabbed you by the shoulder and aggressively threw you at 035, harming your shoulder in the process.

"If you like the damn thing so much why don't you marry it." The rude guard held his gun tightly, slightly pointing it at you and 035.

035 catches you and holds you up so you could steady yourself. You rubbed the bruising area trying to sooth the ache. 035 took notice of the pain painted on your face and your hand rubbing your shoulder.

You looked up at 035, their eyes were glowing a dark and glowing purple. You whispered to them that it wasn't worth their time and that it would only get themselves in more trouble than it's worth. 035 sighed in defeat and made sure that you were properly steadied before letting you go.

"So what's all this?" 035 moved to separate you from the others in the room. 035 switched to comedy once they were sure that the guards couldn't get to you easily.

"Oh! I convinced Dr. Yapp to let us paint and he convinced the O5 to get us the materials!" The scientis had finished setting everything up and had left the room, guards following behind them.

You moved in front of one of the easels, picked up a pencil, and began sketching your design on the canvas. 035 lingered in their spot, glaring at the scientis through the glass before walking up to the other easel.

As time went on, you had a pretty good sketch down. You noticed 035 glancing at you from time to time. Were they drawing you? You desided not to ask and just let it all unfold on it's own time.

After a few more minutes you were satisfied with the sketch and started picking out paint to use. Looking back over to 035, they were still hard at work sketching whatever they were going to paint.

You thought of earlier when 035 was about to confront the guard who threw you. Did 035 really care about you and your safety? Or were they mad that someone harmed someone that 035 thought belonged to them. Maybe even both.

After you had your paint set up, the pain in your shoulder came back. 035 noticed your sudden wince. You moved your arm around a bit to try and determine the damage, only making the pain a bit sharp for a few seconds.

"Is your shoulder hurt? I new I shouldn't have let that damn guard go." 035 mumbled the last part, making it hardly audible for you.

"Yeah, I can't tell how bad tho. Let's just keep painting, I'm still having fun!" You tried to reassure 035 so they wouldn't get an interview ban for attacking a guard.

035 let out a defeated sigh and picked their pencil back up. When you were almost halfway done painting your art, one of the scientis knocked on the glass. You looked at the scientist curiously, wondering what she wanted. Then you remembered Dr. Yapp telling you that a knock meant that you were out of time.

"Awww, you have to leave me alone already? We were having so much fun in each other's company." 035 wined at you and the scientis.

"Sorry 035, I don't make the rules. I'm sure they'll let us finish soon. Besides, your host is about to start falling apart. I dont think you can paint while you're falling apart."

You would admit that you were sad to leave 035, especially since you both weren't done with your paintings. You hugged 035 goodbye, while being careful as to not touch the black ooze, and left 035's cell. You waved to them through the glass as two guards escorted you out.

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1860 words, I did not expect myself to ever write that much

[zozophoenixxx]

Friendly reminders about The Flash⚡️

Things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Season 3✨

Flashpoint... oh gosh I used to hate this episode, I literally always skipped it but this time I'm gonna watch it you guys I promise😂

Nvm this episode might not be so bad, we get to see Barry all happy and with his mom and Dad and i-🥺

Omg do y'all remember in season 2 when Barry, Cisco and Harry went to E-2 to stop Zoom and Cisco said that he thought his doppelganger would be like a rich tech genius or sum like that... Not Cisco from flashpoint being a rich tech genius 🤭😃😂

Caitlin... She's a pediatric eye doctor🤭🥲😂 (flashpoint)

Wow wtf I had completely forgotten about Julian 😳

I swear I hate it when they mess so much with the timeline, I just can't keep up

West-Allen kiss count (approximately): 30😘

⬆️ approximately bc I might have messed up 😅

Wow I thought season 3 was all savitar, I did not remember alchemy

Rival, Magenta (portrayed by Joey King, we love her),ɹǝʇsɐɯ ɹoɹɹıɯ and top, monster, shade, plunder, abra cadabra

OK Y'ALL I JUST NOTICED THAT IN THE MAGENTA EPISODE *breathes in* Barry and Iris go on their first date and electric love was playing... The fact that that's the song used in the trend where you kiss your best friend seems rights

Jesse got her powers 😃 we stan Jesse Quick⚡️

CECILE AND JOE I-🥺

Bro HR 🥺

Julian really was a b*tch at the beginning of this season, but his accent tho🥴🤤🥵

That height difference between Cecile and Joe is what I need in life I love them 🥰

Iris is such a badass bro I love her

Savitar is apparently the Hindu god of motion 🤭

Killer frost episode 🤭😃 I love the fact that Caitlin got powers but I still felt so bad for her like she didn't want that, she didn't want to hurt anyone 🥺

She really said some pretty hurtful things to Barry, he messed up everyone makes mistakes 🥺

Barry tricking Killer Frost into turning back into Caitlin was 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and then when she wanted to apologize and Cisco just hugged her and Joe too i- 🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺❤️🥺 I think that was the first time when we saw Joe And Caitlin hug 🥺

Julian's such an ass bro he really forced Barry to quit and he really did just to protect Caitlin

Y'all ever get chills or just overall goosebumps whenever the music from the other shows start playing in the crossovers? No? Just me? Cool just wanted to know 😅

Felicity fangirling is me

Also Diggle throwing up every time Barry takes him from somewhere is hilarious or just him being done with anything that's not normal 😂

Bro supergirl I- 🥴🤩

NO AND THEN SARAH AHDHAHHAHAA she really said "it's kinda hot" (referring to Supergirl being a bad ass) when they were training lmao I cantttt

Cisco was getting visions of Dante, who was actually Savitar, and was manipulated into opening the box which brought Savitar out and really if it hadn't been for Caitlin, Barry and Wally would've been killed

DANG CECILE AND JOE JUST KISSED WOWWW😁

Their apartment i-

HR really got them a turtle named McSnurtle y'all i-

GYPSY

That scene where they told Joe that Iris was meant to die in the future was so🥺😞😩 I don't even know how to describe it

wally and Jesse were cute 🥺🥰🤌

Cisco and Harry were kinda mean to HR🥺

Grodd just tried to kill Joe and Harry and Cisco came up with a way to see into Grodd's memory through Joe and Istg Joe's face lmao, he's just so done with everything 😂

Dang Grodd's plan really was to kill everyone with nuclear missiles by controlling that military guy and Barry had to try every password combination to stop it just like he did in season 1 or 2 (idk lmao) when he was helping Snart and his father with a robbery

Y'ALL BAHSHHHAHAHA I love GYPSY she really just straight up kissed Cisco and went like "even if I did [like you] you couldn't handle me"

AND CISCO was all like "I'll marry that woman"😩😳😂💀

BARRY DID NOT JUST PROPOSE

Y'ALL WHAT I THOUGHT THIS WAS WAY LATER

I love that scene where they tell everyone 🥺

Bro why was Barry always so mean to Wally like I know he was stressed out about Iris but bro it wasn't Wally's fault 🥺

OMG JULIAN JUST KISSED CAITLIN🥺 they're adorable

Wally did watch Iris die

Jesse moved to E-1 when she was dating Wally for a bit and she stayed at Joe's house with the both of them

Savitar used The Greek myth of Atla to explain why he needed Wally to get out of the speed force ➡️ Atla can't let go of the sky without having someone take it from him.

Ok so by taking a part of the philosopher stone before it was thrown into the speed force, Caitlin technically kept Savitar from coming back. So if Wally hadn't had those visions where Savitar manipulated him into throwing that little piece of rock into the speed force... He wouldn't have been able to escape

That was kinda hard to explain. Idek if it made sense I'm sorry y'all I'm not good with words 😂

I love Harry 🥺

NOT EDDIE IN THE SPEED FORCE 😳

Ok y'all but whenever y'all watch it or rewatch it, there's this very cute and funny scene in S3 E16 min 17:00 between Caitlin And HR where she takes away his drumstick and he just takes out another one but it's very adorable because they keep messing around🥺

Bro the speed force was really being b*tch to Barry when he was trying his best to save everyone and change the future 😩😞

And Jesse was so mean to HR on Ep16🥺

Jay saved them 🥺

Ok relationships are so confusing wtf

THE MUSICAL EPISODE, MON-EL, SUPERGIRL OMG ITS BEEN A WHILE WTH!! Imma rewatch supergirl too😃

Melissa Benoist is so gorgeous 🥴🤩

The way Barry looked at her when she was singing I-

I love their friendship but I kinda ship them too🥺

OH I REMEMBER! this guy was trying to teach them a lesson about love, because they were both having relationship problems

He was also on glee. THE 3 OF THEM! I-

Darren Criss, I didn't know his name

I love this episode

Cisco and Winn And Malcolm singing and dancing, this couldn't get better

Omg I would love to see a Winn-Cisco-Felicity trio. I feel like they would work so great together 😁

IRIS AND MON-EL well actually Tommy Moran and Millie

Their fathers being gangsters is hilarious and their accents 😂

Everyone's facial expressions when John revealed that he was also an Alien 😂

Millie having 2 dads and those being Stein and Joe is great lmao although I never knew if it was because they were hay or it was more like Barry's situation 😂

JOE AND STEIN SINGING AND BARRY IN THE BACK Y'ALL IM🤭🤩🥺

I never thought I needed this 🥰

THEIR DUET IS COMING VDXHSBFVDHA

THEY'RE DANCING 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

This is officially one of my favorite episodes 😃

When they got shot they were very worried for each other and I just love their friendship

HE'S ABOUT TO PROPOSE, HE'S SINGING AHHHHH

COME RUNNIN HOME TO YOUUU 🎶🥺

I really liked how in the episode where Caitlin gets hurt when Abra Kadabra throws a bomb, Julian's the one to operate on her and Iris is right there with him trying to help out, even though they weren't truly friends until later on it shows that they're all really a family

And also Wally and Barry carrying her to the room 🥺

Also the fact that it was Caitlin guiding Julian through her own surgery shows how strong and amazing she is I love her 🤩

Caitlin (killer frost actually) is the 1st to know who Savitar is

BRO CECILE JUST TOLD JOE SHE LOVES HIM AND HE DIDNT- this got too ~umconfy~

Bro killer frost's outfit is pretty hot 🤩

Cisco was afraid of killing Caitlin on accident and that's why he didn't shoot her whenever they were trying to get her🥺

"She's my best friend... And I'd rather it be me than her"

I love him. And I love their friendship.🥺😞

BAHSHAHHA do y'all remember when they erased Barry's memories?

He's hilarious

JAHSHAHAJAJ and now they left him alone with Wally who told him they're basically brothers AND BARRY STRAIGHT UP GOT HIS HAND OUT OF HIS POCKET AND LOOKED AT HIS SKIN COLOR I-

Barry loved anime

He's so happy without his memories, he's gone through so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Snart prevented Barry from killing King Shark

HR and Tracy 🥺

The way HR blamed himself after he told Savitar where Iris was and the fact that he does end up saving her at the end is...🥺

Bro I felt really bad for Savitar later

But then he betrayed and 🙂

And now Barry just left

I swear I hated this cliffhanger sm

Cause whenever I started watching it this was the last season and I-

Also Iris killed Savitar

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Description: Being forced to go to a party was a usual thing for Kiana, staying in the After Party however, wasn’t as usual, but what could go wrong when all of your friends are with you and there’s a quick game being played?

Warnings: none yet

Word count: 3k+

“Come Kiki, stop being so responsible, one more party won’t hurt,” your friend Jalyah begged you, you knew it was useless to resist because by the end of the day you would be leaving the house and going directly to that party.

“I have assignments due next week Lyah,” You groaned, fixing the fake reading glasses that were resting upon the bridge of your nose.

“Next week, Kiana, I promise we’ll leave if you want, but just come,” she said snatching your notebook off your desk, causing a loud groan to leave your lips.

“Fine, just let me get dressed, also no parties for me for two weeks,” you said getting up and pushing her out the room.

“Also it’s a YouTube party,” she said while you were in your closet picking out an outfit.

“And you tell me that now,” you shout. It was something about being among cocky, content creators that made you feel uncomfortable.

“I knew you wouldn’t have gone, if I told you. You’ll be fine, they’re all nice and humble,” she explained as you picked out a few items.

“Ok, I’m only doing this because I love you,” you said and heard her laugh then walk away.

After about five minutes, you picked out a pair of black cargo pants, a white cropped tee, some white shoes, and a thrifted Yankee's shirt, got dressed and did your usual makeup routine, and leaving to hair down.

Reference

“Am I driving?” You asked coming out of your room and putting your phone and gloss in your pocket (and that’s on glossy lips bitch)

“I guess, lo que tu quieras (whatever you want),” she shrugged as you nodded your head.

“Of course I will, tu no puedes guiar para nada (you can’t drive for nothing), always al skit crashing and shit,” you laughed and picked up your car keys from the kitchen table.

“True, I won’t deny it, now let’s go or we’ll be even more late,” she said grabbing her purse and walking out the door.

The ride turned out to be around twenty minutes, and it consisted of laughs and the entire Tame Impala discography.

“Well this house is cute,” you said looking at the one-story home Jalyah told you the party was at.

“It’s the twins' house, now come on,” she said and you both got out your car.

The stench of alcohol hit your nose instantly making your stomach churn and your face to scrunch up in disgust.

Jalyah being the extrovert she is, opened the front door rather loudly, putting everyone’s attention on you, then back to their phones.

“Leave it to Jalyah to make an entrance,” a man's voice spoke from behind you as you two walked around the foreign house.

“You know it, Grant,” she said turning around, you following her actions, your eyes landing on the six-foot-something man in front of you.

“Who’s the friend,” he asked his eyes landing on you, making you feel slightly insecure.

“Kiana, she’s shy until you get to know her,” she said nodding towards you, you sent Grant a nod, and put your hands inside your pockets.

“I’m Ethan, Ethan Dolan,” he said putting his hand out for you to shake so you did.

‘Dolan. So he was one of the twins’ you thought to yourself wondering how there could be 2 of this beautifully handcrafted man.

“Kiana, Kiana Rosario,” you sent him a soft smile and put your hand back in your pocket.

“Another Spanish one huh?” He asked and you and Jalyah nodded your heads in response.

“Her first language is Spanish, so she’s more fluent. Where’s Grayson by the way,” Jalyah responded as Ethan nodded then shrugged, not knowing the whereabouts of his brother.

“I’m gonna go get water,” you said and walked to the kitchen you spotted when you first walked in, grabbing a water bottle of the counter, making sure it was closed.

You turned around, propping yourself up in the counter, and taking a sip of your water as you looked around the house.

People drinking, taking pictures of each other, sweat bodies dancing against who the hell knew.

To say this wasn’t your scene, was an obvious statement. You would rather stay home while a good episode of Friends or the Office played, but Jalyah wanted you to enjoy your college life, leading you to this.

“Not enjoying the party?” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice spoke, making you look up from the floor to whoever was in front of you.

To who you were guessing was Ethan’s twin, due to the similar facial structures.

“Party’s good, not my thing tho,” you softly spoke, leaning back on the counter, and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m Grayson, you probably met my twin already,” he nodded his head.

“Kiana, I’m here with Jalyah, who you seem to be familiar with,” you spoke and he nodded his head.

“The other Puerto Rican one right?” He asked as you nodded your head with a smile.

“Yup,” you nodded your head and let out a soft chuckle due to his question.

“Wait, you’re the other Puerto Rican one who hates parties and stuck up people?” He asked as you nodded your head.

“Your’s truly,” you replied and took a sip of your water while keeping eye contact.

“Cool cool,” he muttered.

“You’re not one of those right? The ones with the Porche’s or Tesla’s, flaunting money around like it’s a personality trait.” You asked and he shook his head.

“The flaunting money around? No,” he replied and took a seat next to you on the counter. “I however own a Porche and Ethan owns a Tesla.” He added while you nodded your head.

“Well, you seem cool dude, so you’re Ight,” you said and he laughed.

“How about you? You’re not one of those LA girls, whose only personality trait is shopping and Instagram?” He asked as you shook your head laughing.

“Absolutely not, I love shopping, thrifting is my area of expertise, and I’m a college student, I don’t have time for Social Media,” you answered as he nodded his head.

“Well, you seem cool dude, so you’re ight,” he said mocking what you said earlier causing a loud laugh to fall past your lips.

“Yeah, I’m just your classic Indie kid, that listens to Tame Impala, and Tyler, The Creator,” you shrugged as he looked at you like he saw a ghost. 

“Tame Impala is a vibe tho,” he said making you smile. 

“It is, but it’s sad that they’re underated.” you said and he agreed. 

“It was nice talking to you dude, but I have to look for Jalyah, gotta make sure she’s not flirting with a lamp or something,” you said jumping off the counter, while his tall self slid off of it.

“The feeling was mutual, I’ll see you around,” he nodded his head and you both walked away from each other.

You found Jalyah outside talking to some people, and just quietly stayed with her. while she talked with different people, you already wanted to go home, but she seemed to be having fun and you didn’t want to ruin that so you just went back inside, in the kitchen hoping that maybe you would see Grayson again.

“I haven’t seen you around here,” said a blonde guy as he walked towards you.

“I’m not from this area,” you simply replied, not in the mood to have a conversation with him.

“Mmh, I'm Isaac, you may know me from my YouTube or Instagram,” he said making you roll your eyes.

“I don’t actually,” You sarcastically smiled as his face dropped. “Never even heard of you,” you added.

“Oh,” he let out.

“Yeah oh,” you said looking around while he just stood there.

“You know anyone else here?” He asked and you mentally groaned and cursed him out.

“Not really, just who I came with, and I just met Grayson and Ethan,” you shrugged, still being friendly, not wanting to be rude or judge him by his appearance.

“Oh they’re cool dudes, they have some sick Rolex’s, but between you and me, mine’s more expensive,” he said making your face scrunch up with disgust and not just mentally.

“Yeah, and they clearly have a better personality than you,” you scoffed as his eyes widened. “Is all you care about money?” You asked him and he responded with a shrugged.

“You have to do what you need to, not just be a bitch,” he replied.

“Listen here Mr. I’m so rich, having money is not a personality trait ok. And reality check, you’re not cute so dropped the act, yeah, and between you and me, those twins are probably ten times the man you’ll ever be,” you said and he just glared at you and walked away.

“What did you tell him, he seems mad,” Grayson’s voice spoke from beside you making you look up at him.

“Nothing, he was just flaunting his money around and stuff, and I don’t fuck with that,” you shrugged as he sat down next to you, just like earlier.

“You’re the first girl I see that turned him down,” he said as you shrugged again.

“Yeah we’ll he’s not my type,” you explained with a little smile on your lips.

“What exactly is your type,” he asked, you knew where this was going, but a little playtime wouldn’t hurt.

“Ummm, Bad Bunny’s kinda cute, and Lunay but I doubt you know who he is.” You said and caught a glimpse of his face slightly dropping.

“I’m kidding, looks are not that important, but a down to earth chill guy, has to listen to Tame, THATS necessary, tall, yeah definitely tall,” you shrugged, “How bout you, what does Mrs. Dolan have to look like or be like?”

“Definitely down to earth how you said, she has to be funny, but serious you know, I’ll take her to Tame concerts so she has to like them, and short, definitely short,” he answered while you smiled.

“She sounds fire, I would be friends with her,” you spoke as he nodded.

“Are you guys staying at the after-party?” He asked and you shot him a look of confusion.

“What’s that, as a party after the party?” You asked and he nodded his head.

“Yeah, but it’s fewer people, usually it’s just close friends and stuff,” he explained and you nodded.

“We’ll probably, Jalyah’s gonna wanna stay, but I’m usually asleep, since two hours ago,” you laughed.

“I go to sleep early, don’t judge,” you said as he began to laugh.

“I’m not judging I do the same thing.” He replied and you nodded your head.

“I feel like this LA life ain’t for me, I thought it was but it’s all just different from what you see on social media,” you said and he nodded his head.

“Yeah it’s not the same,” he said, “but it’s fun sometimes,” he added.

“You could say that Jalyah knows how to have fun, I don’t, I just worry about college all the time,” you said slightly laughing at your miserable life. (On god tho)

“Which is good, because why go to college if you’re not going to pay attention and stuff, and just because you party doesn’t mean you’re fun,” he pointed out and you agreed.

“I guess, but I just wish my life was different, college is exhausting and I don’t even like my major,” you sighed.

“Oh, can you take a break? Like stop and come back?” He asked.

“You can, but I don’t know,” you shrugged.

The rest of the night was spent with you and Grayson getting to know each other, and making jokes.

“Kiana we’re staying here,” Jalyah’s half-drunken self told you while most peoples were leaving.

“I know, Grayson told me.” You told her and she smirked.

“Grayson, like Ethan’s twin?” She asked you, like if you knew anymore Graysons.

“Yes, Ethan’s twin, why?” You asked her and he just shook her head, muttering a “nothing” and walking away.

A couple of minutes later, and only you, Jalyah, Ethan, Grayson, and two guys you learned that were Ryan, and Deon were left.

“Alright, I know truth or Dare sound childish but it’s only us,” Ethan shrugged sitting down on the couch.

“You only live once, so why the fuck not,” You shrugged taking off the grey Yankee shirt you had since you got hot.

“Period,” Jalyah said about to take her shirt off before you stopped her.

“No, no period, this ain’t no strip club,” you said, stopping your now fully drunken friend from embarrassing herself.

“Who’s going first?” She asked and everyone shrugged.

“I’ll go first, Grayson truth or dare?” Ethan said looking at Grayson.

“Truth,” he answered and Ethan thought of a question.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing that happened to you while having sex?” He asked cashing a giggle to fall past your and Jalyah’s lips.

“The girl bit my dick,” he answered carefree while you and Jalyah died of laughter.

“I, how do you, what?” Deon asked while laughing causing you more laughter.

“So you’re telling me she was all up in there, and just bit you?” You laughed while he nodded his head, and Ethan rambled on about how much that would hurt.

“Ok, ok, Kiana truth or dare?” He asked while smirking.

“Truth,” you answered, leaning back on your hands.

“Where’s the strangest place you had sex at?” He asked while a snort came out Jalyah’s nose.

“Nowhere, she’s a virgin,” Jalyah answered for you while you shook your head.

“Thank you Jalyah, for answering that for us,” you sarcastically replied.

“Give her a dare or something,” Ryan mumbled and you nodded your head.

“Wait I have better we played in high school, but you can’t be a pussy,” you said remembering the oh so fun game.

“What is it?” Deon asked you while the others nodded their heads for you to explain.

“It’s called silent library, so for us, we need six pieces of papers, there’s one safe card and then there’ll be five dirty dares, you put them cards facing down, and count to three and everyone has to pick a card, obviously the person with the safe card is safe, while the others have to do the dares.” You explained while they nodded their heads. (this game is so fun, but when people pussy out is annoying)

“So like take off your shirt would be a dare?” Ethan asked and you nodded your head.

“Yeah, if you don’t do it, you don’t get a point, and in the end, the person with the most points wins.” You replied.

“Alright let’s play then,” Grayson said getting up. “I’ll go get the flashcards and pens,” he added and walked away.

“It’s a fun game I promise, the only way you want to have fun is if you don’t do the dares,” you shrugged.

“I’m so ready for this, I’m gonna win,” Deon said causing you to laugh.

“Deon, not to brag, but I used to win all the time, I do all my dares” you smirked while Deon and Ryan let out a loud laugh.

“Baby, I’m the king of doing unexpected shit, you better hope you don’t get my dare,” Deon spoke making your mouth drop. 

“I got the pens,” Grayson’s loud voice spoke right when you were about to say something as he sat next to you.

Everyone wrote the dares down and set up the game in about five minutes, now everyone was sitting in a circle with the cards in the middle.

“OK, ONE TWO THREE GO,” You loudly spoke and everyone’s hand immediately flew down to the floor picking up cards.

“Ok, Ethan what’s yours?” Ryan asked while he laughed.

“Send a risky text to the last person in your DM’s,” he read and looked back up. “It’s not bad,” he added and shrugged.

“What about you Kiana?” He asked and you looked down to read your card.

“Have sex with the person on your left?” You read, knowing that Grayson was on your left. “Who wrote this, I just wanna talk?” You said and heard Deon laugh.

“I told you I’m the king of dares,” he shrugged while you glared at him.

“And I told you, I do all my dares so,”

Honestly, I don't know how to feel about this like I kinda like it but I think the plot is quirky 💀

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There’s probably a billion more that I could toss in here, but I’m pulling stuff that immediately jump to mind from my favorite threads, and what I can peep doing an archive skim. I’ll probably miss ones I really adored at the time IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO PICK WITH YOU OKAY.

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Speaks lots about his character that he would drink it dry over mixed. A concoction often mixed with water for its taste. Something you sip, not drown yourself in.

And Qrow drowns.

He drowns himself in everything that he consumes. From the busted pack of cheap Parliaments in his pants pocket to the oxygen that he breathes. Knows no such thing as self-control. The one variable in his life that he seeks to restrain forever flowing freely from his fingertips. Feels the glass slip from his grasp and its only luck that he catches it before it clatters onto the counter.

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Wracked with guilt, Qrow pushes himself away from the counter onto shaky feet to look the other properly. Ozpin only taller by a few inches. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, wet with booze and now tears that fell unprompted. The death of many weighing heavily on his conscious.

“I’m so… stupid,” Qrow breathed out finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence that fell between them.

“Everyone said not to, and I did.” A bitter laugh and Qrow’s face is all but happy. Twisted up in sadness and sorrow as he looked the other with pleading eyes.

“I gave you everything,” He breathed out, voice barely audible, “And you couldn’t give me the truth.”

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PLAY ALONG for now, mister.

Nothing more needed to be said as a warm body cozies up against his side, Qrow only mere seconds away from downing his third shot of Scotch. Sets the glass back down and he knows a trap when he sees one. Knows when a game is being played, having been one who played such games when he was younger, before Beacon.

A ploy harder to keep with age.

And age shows well on Qrow. It’s the weapon secured on the small of his black and the title he’s earned for himself that makes playing hard. He’s not as cute or coy about it anymore. Too well seasoned and trained for cheap party tricks. Secures information in more adult manner now.

A smirk graces plush lips as she leaned in, the smell of cheap perfume tickling his senses. Hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her forward and around, so she was trapped between him and the counter of the bar itself.

“Say no more, doll.”

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He’s hunched over the edge of a crate in the middle of a fucking alleyway in Mantle during a patrol. Clover the unfortunate sap stuck to tend to the huntsman in his current nauseated state of being. Withdrawal symptoms hitting him at the worse possible time and all he wants is for it to end.

A moment of peace in his life devoid of pain and suffering. He wants to breathe and be at ease. No fear of his semblance and what harm it could bring. No fear of being hurt and left behind to die. Could count the times he’s been left behind by the tribe to waste away. Liquor his saving grace from his misery.

Numbed the hurt and gave him something better to feel in return.

This, this was not better. This was miserable and god awful. This needed to end right now and all Qrow wants to do right now is to bitch and gripe about it. Shoves the hand reaching out to smooth his hair back away as he hurled once more.

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There’s a clench of his stomach in response. Empty. The idea of eating is unappealing to the Branwen however. The body wants, but Qrow does not feel the urge to feed it. Craving for liquor and basic necessities all merged into one, he can’t quite tell the difference anymore.

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HE’S QUICK. He has to be. Doesn’t have muscles oozing off of him like every other huntsman he knows. No where like anyone else in the tribe.  Qrow is all speed and skill. A natural talent honed in on to make up for the everything that follows him. He over compensates for being a bad luck charm. The movement is fluid. A  smooth transition, from running up on the Grimm, the fall of his footsteps quiet and controlled, to the extension of Harbinger. Qrow pirouettes from first position to second and swings down into third. Harbinger’s blade slicing clean through with each transition as he comes into place in front of Clover. Stops mere inches from slicing the other in half with his scythe. Cool metal starring dangerously into the face of the other.

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[ THIS IS A PLACEHOLDER FOR ONE I CAN’T FIND. THERE WAS AN AWESOME METAPHOR/TURN OF PHRASE WITH CLOVER AND CARDS AND I THINK A BLACKJACK REFERENCE AND FOR THE LIFE OF ME I CANNOT FIND IT!!! I liked it so much I read it out loud to my husband oh my god I’m so mad I don’t remember when it was... ]

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I won’t copy/post nsfw stuff, it might even be weird to mention it but uuhhhhhh THIS WHOLE ANSWER

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It’s like kissing ink on paper, bitter with a touch of something else underneath. Meant to stain and leave an impression. 

[ oddly enough the first half of the imagery with these lines kind of had a disconnect for me, because while I appreciated the hell out of the reference I couldn’t see why black coffee would need to be shaken OR stirred, so I wasn’t exactly sure what was being communicated. THE INK METAPHOR HIT ME HARD THO. especially with the concept of it being a layered thing. ]

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[JUST INSERT THE ENTIRE F’ING THREAD WITH STAT’S RAVEN OKAY. BUT UGH I GUESS I’LL PICK SOME]

Free them all from the burden of carving out their hearts and stabbing it into the trees of the woods where it can be maimed and torn apart by the very same creatures they hunt.

They’ve fought many times before and now should be no different to rekindle their love for one another. What she did hurts, but nothing hurts more than having a part of him forcibly torn away. To see her suffering further than he can feel from afar.

They’ve wounded each other enough as it is. Not a part of them scratch free. Their blades permanently carved into one another. Said things neither one of them truly meant and felt nothing, but each other’s pain in return. Tears shed from both twins, strong and overwhelmed with the emotional force combined by both parties.

Reaches out the only way he knows how, by baring himself whole. Put his emotions on display in it’s rawest form. Knows nothing else, but how to be honest. Tells her with little words that he still feels everything that she feels, if not more that she ever could. “I’m here, Raven.”

A hive abandoned by it’s own Queen is destined to die. Wither away blindly completing tasks with no end-goal.

He tightens his grip around her hand, rings pressing into the other’s skin. Only then is he mindful of how tight it exactly gotten. Something akin to fear in his hold. Like if he doesn’t take this, take all of it, she’ll slip away from him again and he’ll be here. Standing alone in the rain with an empty hand reminiscent of warmth he craves. Warmth that could only be fulfilled by her.

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[ I should actually do some of OURS huh... lmao]

No, Qrow offers himself up on a silver platter. Highlights his best features and puts it on display with the intention of captivating anyone who inched too close.

His next drink is lined up and Qrow circles the rim with his index finger. Feels the welcoming warmth of intoxication slowly begun to consume him. Combs through his hair with a level of familiarity and comfort he’s grown far too accustomed with. Beckons him to coo in delight at the sensation.

This conversation is far too convoluted to keep his interest. There is both nothing and everything going on at the same time and Qrow has little interest in thinking. If he was looking for a chat, he would have reported back to Ozpin hours ago. He would have followed through with his meeting with James, but he has done none and neither of these things.

He smiled as Briar laced their hand together, swinging their arms back and forth as they walked the streets of Mantle post-drinking spurge. Wherever it is their feet leads them is wherever they will go for the night. It doesn’t matter as long as she’s by his side.

Sweet is the first word to come to mind at such a brazen promise being bestowed upon him. Briar is sweet. How could she not be? Gentle in nature with consideration tucked under her belt. A dosage of sugar and spice he never knew he needed in his life. She is fun and a blast in the wake of his somber lifestyle.

Makes a request for rum and ginger ale, something sweet to satisfy his tongue. Far too odd for him to simply order whiskey on the rocks in a club. A drink meant for isolation, not mingling.

He pulls back and Qrow brushed at her shoulder with his hands to get rid of everything that left him. Disgusting as it is. Small smile on his lips as nervous laughter follows next. Doesn’t know what to do with himself as he stood there awkwardly, drenched to the bone in Briar’s apartment. “Hey,” he tried, “I’m back.” What else can he say after all that? The moment gone and Qrow more than ready to move on like it never happened.

It’s Briar! Qrow LOVES Briar. Qrow loves Briar except for when Briar is being the most Briar she can be and this, long pointed finger in his face as vermilion eyes narrowed at the sight of painted nails mere inches away from his nose as he drank is the least version of Briar he liked. Briar with a point.

The people outside the tribe far too fragile about their precious masculinity and feminity. Whereas Qrow could not care about these gender norms they aspire to. He sees a pretty outfit. He wants to wear it. It’s as simple as that.

OKAY ITS BEEN HOURS I NEED TO STOP AND MOVE ON BUT I COULD CONTINUE FOR MORE HOURS. I WANTED TO PUT SOME SIENNA ON HERE TOO BUT THIS IS SO LONG ALREADY SEND FROM THAT BLOG IF U WANT IT I GUESS. OKAY. ILU BEST BITCHHH

[24hour-blues]

all the ones you haven't answered yet? i'm sorry you're sad💙

thank you, that's very sweet. i hope you're doing alright 💛

1. when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? - more milk. i always end up putting too much.

2. do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? - yes

3. what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? - library receipts, post-its, junk mail, pencils

5. are you self-conscious of your smile? - i think it’s one of the few things i’m not self-conscious about, actually. i like my smile.

8. what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? - writing, often poetry but sometimes prose. i like creating playlists, too, and singing.

9. do you like singing/humming to yourself? - yeah, i sing to myself all the time. whatever song i have stuck in my head at the moment.

10. do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? - side, but very occasionally my stomach.

12. what’s your favorite planet? - jupiter

14. if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? - lots of pillows and blankets of all types. succulents and cacti on the windowsills. wooden utensils and dark cabinets in the kitchen. a breakfast bar with stools that don’t match. rugs with funky patterns. a big, soft couch in a bright color that you can sink into. a small balcony with fold-out chairs. rows of mugs and barely any plates. the bathroom crowded with makeup and skin products, writing on the mirror in blue marker. beds never made. a guitar in the corner of the sitting room.

15. go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! - there are more trees on earth than stars in the milky way

16. what’s your favorite pasta dish? - angel hair pasta with puttanesca sauce

18. tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - i can’t think of anything...

19. do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? - everything. sometimes it’s big things, sometimes small. my fears and what i’m in love with. regrets. shame. hope.

20. what’s your favorite eye color? - grey

21. talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. - idk if it’s really my favorite, but my current backpack took me all through college and it’s good for storing stuff or using as an overnight bag. it’s from timberland and is a nice earthy brown with a flap over the top. lots of pockets.

22. are you a morning person? - i can be

23. what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? - make breakfast and tea. read or watch a movie that makes me rethink everything

25. what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into? - a school, i think?

26. what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit? - i haven’t had them forever, but i wear my doc martens with everything. i used to wear plain white keds with everything.

27. what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor? - winter green

28. sunrise or sunset? - sunrise

30. think of it: have you ever been truly scared? - yes

31. what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. - i like soft, fluffy socks and ones with fun patterns. i love hiking socks. i don’t wear them to sleep tho.

32. tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. - i went to a waffle house at 5am with a friend and some friends of hers i’d just met on her birthday. we were all really drunk, the food took forever, and it tasted awful, but we were happy and laughing.

33. what’s your fave pastry? - probably a cinnamon roll

35. do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? - i like a good calligraphy pen and new notebooks. i don’t use them often; i feel like i don��t have anything important enough to write.

37. do you like keeping your room messy or clean? - it’s usually clean unless i’m not feeling well. sometimes i get disorganized.

38. tell us about your pet peeves! - overlapping conversations. people interrupting others. loud mouth noises, like chewing or licking. people criticizing my driving. nitpicky comments on my clothes or how i look. being talked about.

39. what color do you wear the most? - black, probably.

41. what’s the last book you remember really, really loving? - how it feels to float by helena fox

42. do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! - nope

43. who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? - i’m not sure

44. when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? - i can’t remember

45. do you trust your instincts a lot? - not really

46. tell us the worst pun you can think of. - i can’t remember it but something about pigeons and being coo-l

47. what food do you think should be banned from the universe? - bacon. i just wanna make people angry.

48. what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? - my dad told me a story once, about when i was a kid. he said that he and i were walking together near the lake in the neighborhood across from mine. i was holding his hand, and i said to him that this was the happiest time in my life because i wouldn't be the same when i grew out of being a child. i think i have the same fear now--that i'll never be that happy again.

49 do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

- i like records but i only have one. it's an album by ccr. i really like them

50. what’s an odd thing you collect?

- beer bottle caps

52. what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

- maybe those "girl..." text posts that just say stupid shit

53. have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

- watched them all but pulp fiction. i don't really remember heathers at all

55. what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?

- lets not talk about that

57. go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

- not in the mood sorry

58. who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? - bri is wine mom. quincy and i are vodka aunt.

60. do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

- yes but i rarely remember favorites. i read so much and feel it then forget all the words

61. what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?

- someone gave me a rock once. i get too nervous to give stupid gifts

62. do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

- orange or cranberry

63. are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

- i'm more fussy about music than books, but i do like my books organized. i like them worn in and well-read tho, not in perfect shape.

64. what color is the sky where you are right now?

- a fuzzy, light blue-grey. it's snowing

65. is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?

- a few

66. what would your ideal flower crown look like?

- lots of green leaves in all different shapes and sizes. tiny white and blue flowers.

67. how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

- isolated and insignificant. safe

68. what’s winter like where you live?

- cold, grey, snowy.

69. what are your favorite board games?

- idk if i really too many board games. maybe cranium. i like puzzles more

71. what’s your favorite kind of tea?

- honey vanilla chamomile

72. are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?

- yea and even then i forget.

73. what are some of your worst habits?

- i give up too easily

74. describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

- excitable. emotional. so very smart. creative as all hell. self-conscious where they shouldn't be. never runs out of words in the best way. loves to share.

75. tell us about your pets!

- my dog shiver is turning into a little old man, but he still acts like a puppy. he likes attention and whines to communicate. he'll greet you at the door and put his front paws on your thighs to say hi. follows you all around the house. loves to cuddle.

- my pigeon spirit is young and vocal. she coos for attention. when i go to sleep, she grunts every time i move to ask where i am and if i'm okay. i take showers with her and sit on the tile; she puffs up right into my side and sticks her wings out for me to splash water on her. she likes to be close to me to get neck scritches and push her head into my neck and preen every bit of me she can.

76. is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?

- a lot probably

77. pink or yellow lemonade?

- limeade

78. are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

- i dunno they're cute

80. what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

- it's white wallpaper with pink roses along the top and ribbons of pink and green striped vertically. my mom chose it before i was born.

81. describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

- they sort of remind me of dark water where everything is reflected back in it--not just the sky but the trees and people walking--and they make you want to look closer because you know there's something in there, it's not just a reflection, like flat glass. but it's hidden until you dio your hand in the pictures broken.

82. are/were you good in school?

- pretty good

83. what’s some of your favorite album art?

- i don't look at albums

85. do you read comics? what are your faves?

- not really, but watchmen is one of my favorites.

86. do you like concept albums? which ones?

- dunno

88. are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

- um. idrk. i like whatever monet was doing.

91. where do you plan on traveling this year?

- maybe michigan

92. are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

- i like cheese

93. what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?

- i just kind of. let it do whatever.

94. who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

- my uncle

95. what are your plans for this weekend?

- honestly have no clue

96. do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

- put them off until windows tells me it's restarting the computer in five minutes

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

- mb

98. when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

- in college with jacob, although i wouldn't really call it joking. we just walked through a state park. it was beautiful.

100. if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?

- idk. i feel like i'd make the same mistakes if i went back, but the future scares me.

[mingiswow]

GOT7 Reaction | Significant other is insecure about not being feminine

Anon requested: 

A/N: Sorry it took me forever to do this, but last week was insane. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like ❤ Also shit got long... opsie...

↪ Requests are always open

◼ Jaebum

You waited for your boyfriend on the backstage as he performed his new comeback with the boys. You were dating for a few months now, so nobody (except the boys and the crew) knew about you, so every time you would go along with him and the boys, you’d blend as a crew member, a fake earpiece inside your right ear as you watched him with a big smile on his face, bopping to the song.

“excuse me, sir, can you t… oh, I’m sorry” you heard someone say and touch your shoulder, you turned around to find some girls from the group that performed before them. “Sorry. I thought you were from the crew” she bowed and you repeated her gesture, a sad smile on your lips. Which she didn’t notice.

The screams filled your ears indicating the performance was over and their stage debut was finally over. He ran over to you but had to hold himself to not kiss you, simply hugging you.

After the show was over, everyone hopped on the van and started screaming and clapping, their adrenaline over their heads, happiness written all over their face. You were smiling watching your boys so happy when you felt a soft pair of lips on yours and disgusted screams around you.

“We’re going to celebrate today, okay?” your boyfriend whispered in your ear.

You smiled to him but your insides twitched, remembering the episode from earlier. You looked to yourself and bit your lower lip. You were wearing your boyfriend’s oversized shirt tucked inside a pair of baggy sweatpants, sneakers, face almost bare and hair tied in a low ponytail. Then you remembered the sweet outfit the girl was wearing and her cute physic and expression.

You couldn’t help but wonder why Jae was with you, he could have whoever he wanted after all. Why someone like him, so handsome and sexy and talented ended up with someone like you? You felt the insecurity grow in your body, taking over your mind.

The van left you at your apartment to get ready for your date. You considered not going but you couldn’t be so selfish, it was one of the most important days for your boyfriend and you wanted to be there with him and you were sure he wanted you to be there too.

You opened your wardrobe and looked at one specific hanger, the sparkly one that came with the dress you won as a gift from your mom when you graduated in college. You sighed, getting the white flowy dress and put in your bed before heading to the shower.

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You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. That wasn’t you, not at all, but it was someone worthy of Jaebum’s love. The white dress reached half your tight and the lightness of it made you feel almost naked. You couldn’t remember the last time you used a dress… or a skirt for christ sake. You weren’t used to it. And don’t make me start on the heels. They weren’t big or anything but it was uncomfortable for someone who only wears sneakers and flats.

The buzzing of your phone made you get out of your thoughts.

“We’re here, jagi” the sweet voice of your lover sounded excited on the other side. “Bring your cute ass over here” you managed to let a giggle out, warming the boy’s insides.

You ran - in a figuratively way because you could barely walk on those sandals -  downstairs to the building’s door, finding your boyfriend lazily leaned on the van, arms crossed, his beautiful smile on his lips, that fell as soon as he saw you. Six pairs of curious eyes peeking from inside the van.

“Y/N…” he didn’t even touch you and it felt like your heart was about to sink. “You… you look…” you bit your lower lip, playing with the hem of your dress.

“Prettier?”

“No… I mean, yes, but you are always pretty” his hands laid on your lower back. “You look different”.

“You didn’t like?”

“I did! It’s… Why did you dress like this?” he played with your fingers in the hem of your dress. You lowered your eyes, ashamed of yourself.

“I saw those girls at the show today and...” you sighed. “They all looked so cute and feminine in those outfits and makeup. And I felt like I’m not good enough for you. Not pretty enough for you. I know t-” he cut you off, kissing you deeply, his hands holding your face as yours held his waist. He held you tight against him, your bodies pressed together like your lives depended on it. You melted into his touch, he didn’t have to say anything, you knew you were his and he was yours. He tasted so sweet close to the bitter sadness you held in your feelings.

“Never say something like that again” he whispered, lips still pressed to yours. “You are more than enough for me, you are more than perfect. You don’t need to wear dresses or skirts or heels for me to love you. I fell for the sleepy girl with baggy pants and cute laugh.” he joined your foreheads and you closed your eyes. “Even tho I loved seeing you in a dress, I prefer when you leave your beautiful legs just for me to see” he smirked and kissed your neck, a giggle leaving your mouth.

“Get a room!” Jackson screamed from the van, making you blush more than you already were.

◼ Mark

Mark held your waist as you walked down the beach together. You were visiting his family back in LA and you loved how the beach looked at night.

“I’m so happy you could come with me” he said, his smile almost ripping his face. “My mom and my sisters love you more than me” you laughed at his cute pout and stopped your walk to hold his face and kiss him.

“Yeah but I love you more than them” he kissed you this time. “But maybe I love your mom more…” he shook his head, chuckling at you. “Thank you for bringing me tho. You know how much I love the beach” your head laid at his shoulder as you watched the waves crashing. “It’s much different from the city buzz”.

“When we g…”

“Hi. Are you Mark from GOT7?” your sweet moment was cut short by a couple of girls with excited smiles on their faces. Your boyfriend nodded and they squealed. “Can we take a picture?”

“Sure” your boyfriend smiled and let go of the embrace and you suddenly felt cold.

You watched them from aside as they took their pictures and engaged a conversation about some moments from the groups. You couldn’t help but feel insecure looking at those girls and their cute behavior towards your boyfriend. They were definitely prettier than you, cuter, fashioner than you.

You never worried about your looks but thinking carefully about it, now you were the girlfriend of an international kpop idol, you needed to look more presentable, more feminine. You didn’t want people talking about you least of all about Mark. You knew how the industry was evil when it came to relationships and such, until to that day you didn’t know how JYP allowed you two to date.

“Babe?” you came out of your trance when Mark called you, not realizing the girls were long gone with their pictures. “Where were you tripping to?” he laughed at your startled reaction.

“Markie, I…” you started but were cut.

“Markie? Since when you call me that?” he chuckled.

“Can you listen?” you asked quite annoyed. “I was thinking about going shopping tomorrow” you said, your arms wrapped around him, your eyes looking at him from time to time.

“Sure, I need to buy new sweats anyway” you bit your lower lip. This was how your boyfriend saw you? The well known burning feeling in your eyes started to grow.

You wanted to cry. And you felt ridiculous and weak for it. You didn’t want to care about those things but somehow they managed to be bigger than your confidence. Mark was the most handsome, gorgeous, talented, incredible, funny, amazing, perfect person you knew. And the fact he was stuck with you, someone so… boring.

“Y/N? Are you… Are you crying?” he held your shoulders to look at your face, but you looked down.

“I’m sorry” you managed to whisper before he wrapped you in his arms, holding you tight, warming your whole body.

Mark hated to see you crying, he hated seeing the person he loves the most wrecking and not be able to help because he didn’t know why you were like this.

“Sweetheart. Y/N~ah why are you apologizing?” he lifted your chin to make you look in his eyes.

“I’m sorry I’m not like those girls or… or other girls… I’m sorry… I’ll change” you swallowed a sob, deep breathing before keep talking. “You deserve better, Mark. You are so incredible and so perfect that I feel like I’m not good enough for you. That I’m not girly enough for you” his lips formed a thin line before a tiny chuckle escaped his lips. “Are you laughing, Tuan?”

“I’m sorry, babe” he hugged you tight again, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. You could feel him inhaling deeply. “I fell in love with an idiot”.

“Yah!” you hit his arm. “I’m serious, Mark”.

“And so am I” he laughed at your pout. “Y/N, I love you the way you are. Jesus, if I didn’t would I be with you for so long now?” you denied with your head. “Would I love to put my hand in the back pocket of your jeans? Or give you my sweatshirts because you look ridiculously hot in them and nothing else? Or would I constantly give you new sneakers and clothes so we can match like those couples you see on Instagram?” you shook your head again, your cheeks becoming pink of embarrassment. “Or…” he smiled, taking something out of his pocket and kneeling in front of you. “If I didn’t love you the way you are, would I ask you to become my wife?”

“Mark…” you started to cry again, looking at your boyfriend smiling like crazy to you, tears threatening to fall down as well.

“Y/N L/N, will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”

“Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!” he slid the silver band on your finger, both your hands shaking, before crashing your lips together. You two could hear his family and the boys screaming behind you, but that moment was just yours. “I love you, Mark Tuan”.

“I love you Y/N Tuan”.

kill me because mark will be an amazing husband

◼ Jackson

Since a kid, you never were the girliest one of your class, the most feminine, and delicate, and cute. The other kids used to call you Tommy just because you played and were friends with the boys. While the girls were playing house and gossiping about boys and the other girls; you were playing basketball, fight, dirtying yourself playing football. You grew up like this, you were like this, you got friends being like this, and you never cared about it much. Not until Jackson.

After starting dating the Jackson Wang things, however, became different. You started to attend shows, fan meetings, and parties at JYPE. And the last ones were the worst. You looked to the Twice girls, the trainees, Baek A-Yeon and even the crew members and wondered if you were too... masculine.

You didn’t want to admit to yourself but you were changing. You let your hair grow and even dyed it pastel pink - which you didn’t hate completely -, you exchanged your trousers, sweatpants and baggy pants to tight ones, to skirts. Your t-shirts - once full of personality - now were a bunch of tiny cropped shirts and tight bodysuits with vibrant colors and patterns. The only thing you didn’t totally change were the sneakers, you still used them, but you were seen often using heels and sandals.

Every day that you looked in the mirror you saw a piece of you going away, but it was for the best, yours and Jackson’s.

He was on tour by Asia for a few months and due work and college you couldn't see him anywhere else but Seoul. You barely had time to talk with each other either, so your whole change was a mystery to your boyfriend.

When he was finally coming back home, you decided to surprise him. You took the day off, prepared his favorite dish, making sure to call his mom for help so that every pinch of spice were right, cleaned the house and prepared a little decoration for him. When everything was ready, you slid your new pair of underwear - you know, just in case - and the new outfit you bought the week before. You were so excited to finally be able to see him, to touch, to feel, to kiss your boyfriend.

You waited for him at home, pacing back and forth, your feet hurting on that stupid sandal. You kept looking at your phone, checking the time every minute.

The click on the front door made you snap and run towards it. The door opened and, as soon as you saw your boyfriend’s body enter the apartment, you jumped into his arms, hugging him tight and deeply inhaling the smell you missed so much. Jackson was caught by surprise by your action but it took milliseconds for him to hug you back. The odd thing was that his hands didn’t meet the softness of some his hoodies or your warm body, he was greeted with your cold exposed back, too exposed for winter, the feeling of your bones too noticeable on your skin.

He slowly left your embrace to get a better look at you. But it wasn’t you. It wasn’t his girlfriend.

“I’m so happy that you are finally back, Jackie! I missed you so much!” you squealed excited, kissing his slightly open lips, but he didn’t respond to the action. “Jackson? Are you okay?”

“I… I’m tired, that’s all, babe” he kissed you but it wasn’t like always.

“I cooked your fave” you smiled brightly, pulling him to the kitchen with you. You gestured to the table, clapping your hands excitedly. “I ca-”

“Y/N…” you looked at him, he was worried, his expression tender yet sad. “What happened?”

“Pardon?”

“This” he motioned to you, his hands waving up and down. “What is this? Why are you wearing those clothes? And… and why are you so skinny? And your hair, why did you let it grow?” he ran his hands through his own. All he wanted was to come home and hug your cozy and warm body until falling asleep with him rambling about the tour. Not that he didn’t appreciate your effort, is just that he want his girlfriend, the original one.

“You didn’t like it?”

“It’ not that I don’t like it, Y/N, it’s t…”

“So why are you being so mean to me?” you took a deep breath, not wanting to cry but the tears were heavier than your effort. “I’m trying really hard here, Jackson! Do you think is nice, is comfortable for me look the way I looked while every other girl around is prettier?” he tried to say something but you didn’t let, you continued talking. “Fuck, Jackson! It’s freaking hurtful going to places with you and seeing the way people look at me, the disgusted way they look at my face, my body, the way I dress. Going to parties and seeing the girls all sexy and feminine while I’m being called dude, like I am one of the guys. I-I just want to be like e…” this time it was Jackson that didn’t let you finish, holding your face between his hands and kissing your lips, your tears mixing with his own as he deepened the kiss. He broke the kiss, joining your foreheads and looking at your eyes. The loving look that you missed was back.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry that I didn’t notice anything or took you to places that made you feel uneasy” you nodded, it wasn’t really his fault, but you couldn’t talk at the moment. “But I want you to know that I love you the way you are, I fell in love with who you are, both inside and outside. I always loved the fact that you are so unique and that nobody else can compare to you. And I am the luckiest man in this world to be able to call you my girlfriend” he kissed your forehead, then your eyes, nose and finally lips, smiling as he felt you smile against his. “And I will tell anyone who look bad at you to go fuck themselves because you are the most perfect human being in this whole universe” you laughed at his last statement, nodding your head.

“I love you so” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too, sweet cheeks” he joined your lips again. “Now let’s eat this delicious food and then have some dessert”.

“Shit! I forgot to buy chocolate. I’m sorry, babes” he laughed, pulling your body closer to his, his hands stopping at your butt.

“Who said I was talking about chocolate?” he squeezed your butt, making you squeal and almost fall on top of the table… which happened later…

◼ Jinyoung

He loved you dearly and he never cared about going shopping with you. You usually were fast, knew what you wanted and went straight for it. But not that day. Everything seemed so odd, you passed right away from your favorite store, going to another one he barely knew that existed. It was… not you.

He noticed a few camera’s flashes being directed towards you two and turned to see your reaction. Jinyoung knew you hated all this exposition because of him, that you hated how the newspapers, gossip websites, tabloids, and even some netizens talked about you, about your relationship. But when he saw you waving and throwing kisses at the cameras his brain exploded, he wasn’t understanding anything anymore.

He quickly bowed and waved before going after you in the store. Your boyfriend watched attentively as you picked a few items. You proudly showed him a short yellow plaid dress that looked like it came straight from Clueless. Jinyoung smiled as he sat in one of the sofas in front of the dressing room as he waited for you to finish picking everything and try it on.

“I promise it will be quick, Jinyoung oppa” you quickly left a peck on his lips before entering the small both.

He heard you left a deep sigh as soon as the door in front of him closed, and even though he wanted to know what was going on, he decided to let it pass, he was going to talk to you later. To kill time, Jinyoung decided to scroll through his phone, but he wasn’t pleased with what jumped on his eyes.

“Improbable famous couples: the most handsome men dating not-so-handsome girls.

3. Jinyoung (GOT7) - One of the most handsome faces of KPop and Korean tv recently made his relationship with the student Y/N L/N public. Park Jinyoung, from the boy group GOT7, that was recently on tour on the United States, met his girlfriend on an event at JYPE, where she was an intern. The couple is not often seen together outside but they post a lot of pictures together, especially on her Instagram. But who wouldn’t show off if they dated Jinyoung? Y/N is a very… laid back person, she seems to not care so much about her appearance, being almost 100% of the time seen using large and dark colored clothes that look like she stole from her boyfriend’s closet. A little makeup never killed nobody, right?”

Underneath the text was a picture of one of their dates around town where she was wearing a pair of black sweatpants with one of the new GOT7 t-shirt, she also sported one of the brightest smiles as they talked about some random video of kittens that she saw on Twitter, as he remembers. The whole day passed through his mind like a movie and a smile crept on his lips but soon was gone when he remembered the harsh words he read and your sudden change on the past few days.

Jinyoung’s stomach twitched in pain and sadness as he locked his phone and entered the booth you were just to be hurt again.

“Jagiya” he whispered at you, you were naked, curled up in the little puff in the corner like a ball, your face hidden between your legs as you sobbed. “Y/N~ah, I’m so sorry” he hugged you, pressing his body close to yours, the warmth so comfortable against yours.

“It’s not your fault, Jinie” you whispered, not wanting to look at him. You were so embarrassed, so sad, so destroyed. He deserved only the best. And you couldn’t give to him.

“It’s not yours either. Gosh! I’m freaking pissed you have no idea” he grabbed your body effortlessly, pulling you into his lap. “Listen to me” Jinyoung gently lifted your face to look at him. “I don’t fucking care what those people talk, I don’t care what those people think, the only thing that matter is that I love you and nobody and nothing can change that” he kissed your forehead. “I want you to know that you are the most perfect human being to ever step on Earth” your cheeks turned rosy and you bit your lower lip. “Look at yourself, look at your face, Gosh, Y/N! You are the cutest little thing that I ever laid my eyes on it” you giggled at his little speech.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Jinie” you hugged his neck and kissed him. “I am the luckiest to have someone like you to me” you smiled, your eyes crinkling of how wide you were smiling. “I love you, oppa”

“I love you too” he kissed your smile. “Do you liked that dress?” he asked pointing at the yellow dress from earlier.

“Not gonna lie, it’s really cute”.

“Then is a gift” he kissed you one more time before one of the sellers scolded him out of the booth.

◼ Youngjae

“Baaaabeeee” your boyfriend whined from the living room of your apartment. He was waiting for you to get ready for your date and Youngjae was getting impatient with your delay, you never take long to get ready so he was starting to get worried.

“I’m sorry, Jae” your voice sounded closer as he turned around to meet you. “Shall we?”

“What are you wearing?” the question ringed in your ears, of course he would notice your change.

“A skirt and a and a shirt?” you laughed a little, trying to sound sarcastic like his question was obvious.

“I know that is a skirt and a shirt. I want to know why are wearing it” he lifted from the couch walking slowly over you, his tall frame stopping a step too close from your body. “I’ve never seen you wearing this type of clothing before”.

“I… I just wanted to change” your throat became dry as you remembered the words from the girls in your college.

Youngjae didn’t seem to believe you as he closed the space between you two, his hand slowly traveling the exposed skin between the clothing items, making your skin shiver and the pores to bristle. He noticed your reaction as he smirked, his lips meeting the skin of your neck, leaving soft kisses.

“Yo… Youngjae what ar… Hm…” the words came as whispers and you couldn’t help but moan when he sucked the skin behind your ear. “Jae~ssi. Stop, we have to go. What are you doing?”

“I’ve never seen you so exposed before” another kiss was left in your neck. “You look thriving” you bit your lip and pushed your boyfriend away from you. You knew he wasn’t saying it wanting to be mean but it kinda hurt you.

“You like me better when I dress like that?” your voice was shaky. Damn it! You didn’t want to cry over something so futile like this but you couldn’t help it.

“What? No! I like you at all times. Y/N, what is going on?” Youngjae held your hand and you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.

“I… The girls from college said mean things about me, Jae. You know that I care too much of what others think about me and their words were so hurtful” he wiped your tear away, listening to you carefully. “And I couldn’t help but think about you and how you deserve someone much better than me, someone much more feminine than me”.

“What? What are you talking about? No one is better for me than you, Y/N, ok?” he held your face between his hands, making you look into his eyes. “I don’t mind how you look or how you dress, all I care about is that you’re mine. Gosh, Y/N! You have no idea how much you mean to me. You are the most perfect person I ever met and the fact that someone judges you from how you dress makes me angry” you smiled at his words. “I like you the way you are, you could walk around naked and I’d still love you”.

“You what?” you blinked a few times.

“I like you the way you are?”

“No, no. What you said after that” you took a step closer to him, your face still between his hands.

“That I’d still love you even i… oh…” your boyfriend’s cheek instantly became red. He was using that word for the first time. “Sorry, I wanted to say it with everything planned out and being romantic and stuff and you’d be so overwhelmed that y…” you cut him off, kissing his lips as you both smiled.

“It’s perfect, Jae” he smiled widely not being able to hold his happiness. “And I love you too” he kissed you again, lifting you up and twirling you around.

“I love you so much, baby girl” he kissed your forehead. “Let’s go? We have a date don’t we?”

“Can I change first? I’m feeling weird” you scrunch your nose and he giggled. You hurriedly ran to your room to change, leaving him smiling like dumb behind.

“God, I’m so whipped”.

◼ Bambam

The trip was supposed to be fun, a celebration of your first anniversary together, was supposed to be the turning point of your relationship where you’d meet his family and everything would be perfect.

However, you weren’t expecting them to not approve your way of being, especially, your way of dressing.

They weren’t mean or anything but they kept showing you his sister’s clothings or the girls he used to be friends with when he still lived in Thailand.

And you knew Bambam wasn’t doing it with intention because you knew how much he loved fashion and loved helping you with outfits, because, after all, you just didn’t dress feminine but you were stylish in your own way.

His mom was throwing a dinner party for their family to celebrate your relationship and the others to meet you as well, but you were feeling anxious, extremely unease as the night was getting closer.

“My sister loves you” he said hugging you from behind as you brushed your teeth, looking at your reflection in the mirror. “And I’m sure everyone else will love you too” he kissed the top of your head. “But not as much as I do” you smiled at his silliness. He left the bedroom and started to look through his clothes. “Khū̀ khwng*, do you want my shirt? That one you like to wear when we go out” you finished cleaning your teeth.

“Thanks, Bam, but I think I’ll put my new dress” he choked on his own saliva when you said the word dress. “What?”

“Nothing is just… you never wore a dress before” you could see his eyebrow cocked while looking at you.

“I decided to change a little. Besides, it’s warm in here and I don’t want sweat” you shrugged, not wanting to seem affected.

“Y/N, what is this all about?” He came closer to you, looking straight to your eyes. You knew he was trying to read you and you knew he always got. “Is this about what mæ̀ said to you?”

“What did she say? I don’t remember”.

“Y/N~ah!” he pulled you back to him when you tried to leave. “I don’t want you to change just because of something like this…”

“Bam~ssi! She’s your mom! Besides, I know she didn’t intend to be mean, she’s just not used to girls being like me” you tried to argue. “You are always so stylish and fashionista and even tho I’m good at it, I’m not girly. Sometimes I wonder how you go out with me without being embarrassed” you finally confessed. You hadn’t realized that you were building this insecurity up from some time now. It was hard to be the girlfriend of an idol, not only that, an idol like Bambam, a visual one, someone that is praised from his looks and ethereal aura. He blinked at you, not quite sure why you were feeling this way.

“I’m sorry to fail you. I’m sorry I didn't realize how you were feeling when you needed me” he held your hands, bringing them to his chest. “You are saying things like these but you don’t realize that you are stylish, it’s not because you don’t wear certain clothes that you aren’t feminine or girly” his free hand caressed your cheek and you leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. Bambam sighed watching you. “You don’t need to change for people to approve you because the only approval you need is your own. As long as you feel good with yourself, with who you are, everything is fine and I’ll support if you want to wear pants, skirts, dresses, heels, sneakers even if you want to walk around naked because seeing you happy is the only matter to me” you smiled at him, pulling his face close to yours and kissing him. Deeply, sweetly, with intention. With love.

“You always know what to say to me and how to make me feel like a teenager with you” he chuckled at your reference to his own music. “I love you, Bammie, thank you for being my biggest supporter”.

“I will always be your biggest fan, baby” he kissed your lips again. “I love you”.

Disclaimer: I know his mom wouldn’t do anything like that but please pretend for the sake of the plot.

*Khū̀ khwng = dear, sweetheart, darling

◼ Yugyeom

“Yah~ look at how pretty they look” your boyfriend of four months said while you were rewatching the MAMA’s red carpet because you couldn’t go with him for obvious reasons. You looked at the idols in the screen and you felt a knot grow in your stomach.

Since you moved to Seoul to follow your dream to be a designer, you started to feel a little down with yourself. You didn’t make many friends, to be honest, you had only one friend, Terence, that was another exchange student. And your classmates weren’t very subtle when talking about you. They exchanged looks while whispering with each other and giggling about their gossip and mean words. Terence used to tell you not to pay attention but it was hard. Since a little kid, you dealt with image standards and expectations, you were the only different from your family. You were far away from ugly, but that’s how you felt from growing up being compared with your older sisters.

And then you met Yugyeom, he was a prince charming at day 0, always praising you even before you guys started dating, always giving you little kiss all over your face and body to make sure you felt admired and loved. However, you never spoke a word about your insecurities with him, about how you hid your curves under big baggy clothes because you were ashamed of them, or how you were always so quiet and reserved because you didn’t want to draw attention to you. You still don’t know how you managed to get yourself someone like Yugyeom, but you were happy. And worried.

“Yeah, they look really pretty” you agreed with him, not wanting to push those thoughts any further.

Your boyfriend left your dorm a little after you guys finished watching the show (and made out a little). As soon as he left you grabbed your phone and started to look through some online clothing stores and watching videos of girls you wanted to look like. You were going to change. You needed to change.

_____________

A few weeks passed and you barely had met Yugyeom because of his tour practice. He wanted you to go to the studio to see him and meet the boys but you always refused, not because you didn’t want, but because you were afraid of what would happen if people saw you and him together and, more than that, you were afraid of the boys not liking you.

You guys had decided to hang at your dorm again, prepare some food, stay together to spend his last free moments before the tour to start. You wanted everything to be perfect, you wanted him to see your effort and see that you were pretty.

You spend the whole week thinking about your outfit and your makeup, and, now that you were wearing it, it didn’t felt like you expected. You weren’t feeling wonderful like you thought it would happen, you weren’t feeling like yourself. The skirt was uncomfortably tight and the cropped shirt was showing more skin than you expected, your boobs looking squeezed tight in the red fabric. The sandals were far from comfortable, they were cute though, but hurt your feet with each step. Oh, God! What a sacrifice you were doing for him.

The doorbell rang and you ran excitedly, almost tripping on your own feet, to meet his beautiful smile you loved so much. When you opened the door, his smile dropped, his eyes scanning you up and down. You tried to keep your smile like you weren’t scared by his sudden change of mood.

“Hi, Yugy” you hugged him, but he didn’t hug you back. “Is there something wrong?”.

“Hi, jagi” he quickly pecked your lips. “No, I just was got by surprise with your outfit and… your body” he whispered the last part, but you managed to listen, your cheeks flushing. “Can I come in?” you nodded. “What’s the occasion for such outfit?”

“You liked?” you asked, twirling around but almost tripping, but being held by Yugyeom before such act to happen.

“It’s… different” he answered and you tried to read his tone and expression, but you couldn’t. “I mean, you look gorgeous both in sweats and hoodies or this tiny silly outfits” he sat on the sofa, motioning to the place beside him, which you gladly took.

“So you didn’t like?” you couldn’t help but feel a little sad, a few weeks ago he was praising those girls and now he was calling you silly?

“It’s just I’m not used with you wearing so little clothing and… I can’t help but stare at your body” he looked at your uncovered legs and then to your eyes, a shimmer dancing on his own. “Do you have idea how amazing your body is?” his confession got you by surprise, your cheeks flushing.

“Yah~ You’re making me embarrassed!” you whined, hiding your face in his chest.

“Is everything okay, Y/N? For real” he asked you, concern in his tone. “I know that you hate these type of clothing because you think they're too revealing. And now, out of nowhere, you appear with a skirt that’s…” he stopped mid-sentence, not knowing what words to use.

“What do you think of me?”

“What?”

“What do you think of me, Yugyeom? Like, honestly. Do you think I dress like a boy?” he winked a few times, opening his mouth but no word coming out. “I knew it” you stated, trying to leave the sofa, but the boy pulled you back, holding you tight.

“Where do you get these ideas? Princess, you are so precious, you are funny, smart, great at cooking, great at kissing, and you are gorgeous. No! You are perfect!” he lifted from the furniture and effortlessly pulled you into his lap, carrying you to your bedroom and putting you in front of the mirror. “You know what I see when I look at you?” you denied. “I see the person that owned my heart with just a smile and a laugh, a person that I can talk about anything and will listen to me even if you can’t understand a thing I’m saying. I see someone that just the thought of her makes my day brighter and happier, someone that using a trash bag can look like a goddess from the mythology” you turned around to look at his eyes. “I see someone that left everything behind to follow her dreams. I see a fighter. I see a strong independent woman that doesn’t need anyone else approval” you felt tears starting to run down your face.

“Yugy…” you whispered. “I’m sorry for being so insecure” you finally managed to say.

“It’s not for me that you have to apologize to” he turned you around again. “Say sorry to yourself because I’m just your boyfriend, but you are you, you must love yourself like nobody else” you nodded and felt his lips kissing gently the top of your head. “Now take these uncomfortable clothes off and put something else. We are staying home and cuddling until you want to get rid of me” you laughed at the boy’s statement.

“That won’t be possible, sir” you turned around and hanged yourself on his neck. “Because I don’t plan to let you go so soon” you smiled and kissed his lips.

“Good. Because I don’t plan to ever let you go”.

[thismanateelovestowrite]

When Chan meets you at a coffee shop

Thank you for the request! ^^ I wrote this imagining him and the reader as college/university students~ I sincerely hope you like this!

okay i personally really liked the start but idk about the ending, i hope it’s okay, also, THIS AU THO 

Words: 2678

Fluff with frosting

Requested by anon ♥

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was slowly rising to the sky, spreading its warm morning light on the streets of the city. The air felt relatively fresh in your lungs as you rode down the road on your bicycle. You had a small smile on your lips. You were in high spirits.

Not many cars passed by; one of the perks of working in a smaller neighborhood. You passed several students who were walking to school. It was quite quiet, you thought.

Slowly decreasing the speed of the bike, you calmly arrived at your part-time workplace. You took your bike to the bicycle stand and made sure it was locked before walking over to the front door. It was already open, one of your co-workers had already arrived. With a light heart, you opened the door and walked in.

A cozy, small coffee shop. That was the place you proudly worked part-time at. It had been somewhat hard to get the job since the coffee shop wasn’t part of a big chain. But, you had miraculously gotten the job there and you couldn’t be happier.

The coffee shop had an old feel to it. It wasn’t old as in it smells like my grandma’s, but rather old as in nostalgic and cozy. It was tidy and it really didn’t look like your grandma’s place. There was a vintage feel to the place. And that’s one of the reasons why you enjoyed spending time there.

“Good morning,” your co-worker smiled sweetly while sweeping the floor.

“Good morning,” you greeted and headed to the backroom to change into your working outfit.

The backroom was a small room at the back of the shop. There were coat racks there where the workers could leave their stuff while they worked. It also served as a changing room.

After changing into your “uniform” you exited the room and headed to the cashier. Your co-worker was already there, writing something in a small book.

“What are you doing?” you asked her.

“Writing down a recipe I want to try,” she smiled and showed you the recipe, which you read.

“Sounds delicious,” you stated and she nodded in agreement. “Make sure you bring me the leftovers.”

“Of course,” she chuckled and closed the book before putting it in her pocket. “You’re working the whole day today?”

You nodded. “How else would I spend my weekend?” you joked and she laughed.

“Indeed,” her eyes smiled cutely. “Don’t go overboard, though. Make sure you take advantage of your breaks.”

“Thanks for worrying,” you told her.

“No problem,” she patted your shoulder.

***

You lifted your hand over your mouth while yawning. You were starting to get drowsy. It wasn’t out of boredom or anything like that, you were enjoying yourself. It was just that you had woken up quite early and the peaceful music at the shop wasn’t helping much.

“One espresso, please,” the customer stated his order. “And a chocolate muffin.”

“Yes, just a second,” you gave him a small smile before tapping the order on the cashier. You stated the price and while the customer paid with his card, you went to get the muffin.

You made the espresso and gave it to him who smiled faintly and walked over to an empty table.

After that, you looked around to find a new task. Your co-worker - a guy who had just started his shift - was going around, cleaning the empty tables and occasionally chatting a little with the customers. There wasn’t much for you to do except clean.

Time passed and no new customers appeared. You stood behind the cashier after doing pretty much everything you could think of doing. You started to feel drowsy again.

How am I going to survive the rest of the day? Should I drink some coffee?

You bit your lip while looking at the menu on the table next to you. You really wanted to make yourself a coffee but it would have been weird to drink while working.

There’s still an hour left before my break…

A sound that was like music to your ears could be heard; the bell rang, telling you that there was a new customer. You lifted your head and looked towards the door.

You felt like a few butterflies had woken up inside your stomach. It was a familiar person. Someone who came by often, not someone you knew personally. Seeing him still made you feel a little excited.

“Hello,” the young man greeted you with the familiar, heart-fluttering smile you always looked forward to seeing.

“Welcome,” you nodded your head politely with a smile.

His eyes met yours for a second, causing your heart to skip a beat. You looked down at the cashier, feeling a little shy.

“I’d like to have a latte and a cookie,” he said.

The usual, you thought and fought the smile that wanted to curve your lips.

“Sure,” you said and went to get the cookie while he paid with his card. “I’ll bring the latte for you in a bit,” you told him after handing the cookie to him. He nodded, knowing the drill.

You couldn’t help watching him as he headed to the empty table he usually chose to sit at. It was right next to a big window where you could look outside and discreetly observe the people passing by. Whenever he came by - which was at least three or four times a week - he sat there, either studying or just relaxing while listening to music through his earphones. If there weren’t many customers, you often caught yourself watching him.

You made the latte with care, making sure it looked good. You always made the coffees with care but for him, you put in just a tiny bit more effort. You weren’t favoring him though, you thought.

Nervous yet excited, you took the cup and walked to where he was sitting. He acknowledged your presence with a smile and you smiled, too.

“Enjoy,” you gave him a polite nod and he did the same.

“Thank you,” he thanked.

Feeling happy, you almost skipped back to the cashier. Your co-worker looked surprised when you cracked a wide smile after stopping behind the cashier.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“I’m just feeling good,” you beamed. “It’s a nice day, you know?” He looked at you, weirded out but amused and gave you a pat on the shoulder before leaving you to go clean up a table that had just become empty.

***

You were struggling to keep your eyes open. Even looking at the handsome young man sitting by the window didn’t help; you were on the verge of falling asleep. It was getting late and the shop’s closing time was nearing. There were still a few customers sitting at the shop and their chatting barely made it to your ears.

The young man was still sitting at the table. He had been there for a few hours already, you thought.

Seems like he’s studying today…

You stared at him with a blank mind while he focused on studying. After a few seconds, he lifted his head and his eyes wandered for a bit before landing on you. At first you didn’t realize the situation since you were so drowsy. Only when he tilted his head slightly, you realized that you were staring at him. When you did, you quickly turned your gaze elsewhere and shook your head to clear your thoughts. You could feel your cheeks heat up from embarrassment.

“You can go change already,” your co-worker came to you.

“No, no, I’ll help you clean up,” you said.

“_____,” he called your name and put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from going to get the cleaning supplies from the backroom. “I’ll take care of it. You’ve worked three times the amount I have. I think I can handle it,” he smiled. “Besides, I feel like you would only be in the way if you stayed.”

You looked at him for a bit before nodding. “Okay. I’ll leave.” He smiled and you walked past him to go in to the backroom. Before entering the small room, you quickly glanced back to see if the young man was still sitting in the same place. He was packing his stuff and you let out a small sigh, not sure if it was one of relief or disappointment.

You changed your clothes relatively quickly and exited the room. Once you came out, there were no customers at the shop anymore. Your co-worker had started to clean the tables and you walked over to him.

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to leave?” you asked, feeling bad for him.

“Like I said already, yes,” he didn’t turn to look at you and continued cleaning. “Go before you fall asleep while standing.”

“I’m sorry…” you mumbled and reluctantly walked over to the door.

“It’s okay,” he gave you a small smile and motioned you to leave already.

You followed his orders and opened the door. After stepping outside, you slowly closed the door behind you while waving a little to the guy who was diligently cleaning inside. He waved a little too and you gave him a small smile before turning around. You made your way to where you had left your bike in the morning.

You stopped before you reached your bike. The young man stood there, leaning against the wall while looking at his feet. He must have heard your footsteps because when you stopped, he lifted his head and turned his gaze on you. The second his eyes landed on you, your heart skipped a beat and your body stiffened.

Why is he here?

You nervously walked to your bike. After finding your keys, you unlocked the lock on the bike and grabbed the handle bars to walk with it to the road.

“Can I-“ he started but stopped mid-sentence when you stopped and your heart started beating faster. You turned your head. “Can I walk you home?” he asked.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. “What?”

“Don’t be weirded out, please!” he sounded a little panicked and shook his head. “I’m not a bad person. I just… You seemed really tired and I wanted to make sure you get home safely. I know it’s sudden and maybe even a little weird but I swear I’m doing this purely out of concern.”

You just stared at him, dumbfounded. You weren’t exactly bothered or weirded out, just shocked.

“If it bothers you, just tell me. I’ll leave immediately,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck slightly awkwardly.

“No!” you blurted out. “Don’t leave. Please.”

He looked surprised.

“I’d appreciate it,” you said hesitantly. “Thank you.”

Relief was evident on his face when those words left your mouth. “Really?” he seemed excited.

His reaction made you smile a little.

“I’m Chan,” he introduced himself and came closer to you since you two had been standing pretty far away from each other.

“_____,” you introduced yourself and he smiled.

“I know already,” he said, surprising you. “It’s on your name tag.”

“Ah,” you exclaimed. “I totally forgot about that.”

You two started walking.

“Were you here to study?” you asked him.

He nodded. “That’s one of the reasons.”

You gave him a questioning look and he grinned.

“I just really like hanging out there,” he said.

“That explains why you are a regular,” you smiled.

He nodded. “Did you work a long shift today?” he questioned.

It was your turn to nod. “I worked the whole day.”

“That’s how you spend your weekends?” you glanced at each other.

“I don’t mind. How do you spend yours, then?”

He hummed. “I think you’ve seen how I spend most of my weekends.”

“How do they differ from mine? You come to the coffee shop to study for a few hours. It doesn’t differ that much from my weekends, let’s be real here.”

He laughed at your statement. “I guess you’re right.”

You just smiled. Your heart fluttered and you had butterflies in your stomach. Also, you were pretty sure that you were blushing a little.

You two grew silent for a bit. During the silence you thought about things to say.

“What kind of music do you always listen to?” you asked him.

He smiled. “Want to hear a little bit?”

You were surprised by his suggestion and watched him when he took out his phone and earphones. He unlocked the phone and searched for a bit before handing you an earphone. You looked at him, hesitant.

“Put it on,” he said and you followed his order. “Just a second,” he said and after a few seconds, music started playing.

You listened while walking. The song sounded nice and you found yourself smiling halfway through. “This is nice,” you told him.

“Really?” he asked, looking pleased.

You nodded and took the earphone off once the song stopped. “Who is it by? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that voice anywhere before.”

He looked very pleased and took the earphone back with a wide smile. “It’s by me.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

He nodded proudly. “I’m studying music. I’m interested in producing songs.”

“That’s so cool,” you stated. “I’ll definitely buy your album when it comes out.”

He laughed. “I don’t know about that but I could send you some of my songs.”

“For real?” you stopped walking and looked at him, excited. “Could you?”

He chuckled at your reaction and nodded. “I just need your phone number for that.”

You became quiet and just looked at him. “Was this all a plan to get my number?” you asked, half joking.

“What? No,” he laughed.

“Are you sure?” you questioned, feeling amused.

“I mean, I had a different plan for that but this is one way to get it, too,” he told you.

“How were you going to do it?”

He thought about it for a bit. “Will I seem like a weirdo if I say it out loud?” he wondered.

You just looked at him, waiting for him to tell you.

“I was going to ask for it after asking you to go on a date with me,” he confessed, leaving you surprised. “I’ve been planning it for a few weeks already. I just never got the chance to actually do it.”

“You were going to ask me on a date?” you asked in disbelief. “You?”

“I mean, I still will if you want me to,” he blurted out. “But if you don’t, I totally understand.”

You were dumbfounded and stood still, just staring at him. Your heart was beating awfully fast and your cheeks were starting to get red.

“Would you go out on a date with me if I asked you?”

You nodded almost subconsciously.

“Is that a yes?”

You nodded again, this time looking at him in the eye. “Yeah.”

His lips curved into a smile and he looked excited. “Yes!” he exclaimed.

“Are you that happy?” you asked, smiling out of amusement.

“Yes,” he grinned. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to ask that.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “One of the reasons I hang out at the coffee shop so much is you. I’m always disappointed when you aren’t there.”

“I never would have imagined,” you said. “You always seemed so calm.”

“Same goes with you,” he pointed out.

“What? Haven’t you seen how I get all nervous when you walk in? My hands get all shaky and stuff!”

“You get nervous?” he asked with a surprised smile and you blushed, only now realizing what you had said.

“That’s not important,” you mumbled and started walking again. 

“It is to me,” he laughed and followed you. “That means you were interested in me, right?”

“I guess,” you said.

“The feeling was mutual,” he stated. “That’s good to know.”

You glanced at him who was still smiling widely. A smile lifted the corners of your lips. You were happy.

“So...” he broke the short silence. “Can I get your number?”

[uberff]

Chapter 21

Robyn

For the two minutes that Eric’s been here, I’ve been in his arms with tears rolling down my face. When I told him that all of the tests came out positive, he made his way over to my house. After Winter and Jaylen stormed out, I was by myself with no one to express my feelings to. While they were peeling off, E was pulling up. I mustered up a nervous smile and hugged him tight. I always felt safe wrapped in his arms.

“Whatever you wanna do, I’m with you, Rob.” He mumbled against my neck and I nodded as he rocked us from side to side in the middle of my living room. “Don’t give them negative thoughts no clout. Look at me,” I looked up at him and he swiped my tears away with his cold hands.

“If ain’t nobody else here for you, I’ma always show up ‘bout you. You hear me?” I nodded and looked away. He brought my eyes back to his gaze. “I’m serious, Rob.”

“Okay.” I whispered and he kissed my forehead. “You wanna talk to me about this game-plan we gotta set?” He asked and I shook my head. I just wanted to sleep, honestly. This shit has to be a dream.

“Why, baby girl?” He asked, walking me over to the couch.

“Eric, I’m scared. Everything in my life has been temporary. Literally everything and I’m scared that if I give you my all, I’ll be assed out again. This time with a baby, I don’t know what to do with a kid right now.”

“If you give me your all, I’ma match it. Fuck them niggas who realized that you was the truth the minute you walked out they lives. I met you a few months ago and I can’t fathom losing you now. You mean something to a nigga, I admit this shit is happening fast but we got the chance to create something beautiful together. If you not with it, let me know. I’ll slide you the bread and let you handle that.”

“I don’t want you to go. Meeting you was so refreshing but everything is happening fast and I didn’t mean for it to happen, I-“

“Baby, I was there too. We was gone in the moment, we could’ve been more careful but shit happens. My genes are strong and handsome as fuck, you that distraught that we about to have a shawty?” I smiled and leaned on his shoulder.

“No. If it would’ve happened later on in life, I would’ve been bouncing off the walls. It’s just that my business is just now starting up and we haven’t known each other for that long.”

“Miss me with that shit. If I’m interested, I’m an observant nigga. I felt like I’ve been knowing you for my whole life. Know your beautiful ass like the back of my hand.” He turned his hand over and I read over his tattoo. Loyalty.

“I’m an open book. I let everyone know too much.” I admitted and he put our foreheads together. “We gotta change that. Niggas take advantage of vulnerability. Ain’t nobody stepping over my baby mama no more.” He laughed and I smiled, hitting him softly.

“You’re not scared?” I asked and looked off into space. Thinking deep into the future. Is it a boy or a girl? What kind of mother would I be? My life is literally about to change forever.

“Lowkey. I have nieces and shit so I guess they’ve been practice this whole time. We gon’ figure it out together, baby. Don’t worry about nothing. I ain’t gon’ stop ya business grind, you got the whole nine months to keep snatching edges and shit.” He smiled and I mirrored it. “Gimme kiss.”

I held his face and pecked his lips softly. “From this point, I’ma have you and whoever in there.” He rubbed my flat stomach and put me on his lap. “For life, Robyn. Fuck everybody and they opinions on our dynamic.”

“Thank you.”

“We gon’ spend plenty of time getting to know each more. Your picky and perfect ass gon’ drive me crazy but I’ma love every second of catering to you.”

“Really?” I mumbled playing with his chain and overthinking again.

“Yes. I’m loyal to those I got love for.”

“Same but it all went to waste.”

“Charge up. You was loyal to the wrong ones. A real nigga here now.” He massaged my ass and a smile crept on my face when I saw his.

**

”Damn, you need me to fye you up? You sound stressed.” Qua asked as he sat up from my bed. I shook my head no, as he rose an eyebrow. He knew I’d never turn down a blunt from him.

“I can’t smoke.” I laughed, before I stopped once I realized that I had to tell him what was up with him. I didn’t know how he was going to react. I just prayed that it wasn’t like Winter’s reaction. Girl almost made me fight her ass. She was being hella judgemental, so I ain’t talked to her in weeks and I don’t plan on it.

“Why not?” He put his blunt back in his pocket. I sighed, scratching my head thinking of how this was gonna come out.

“I’m uh... I’m pregnant.” I said as I looked up at his face. He took his glasses off, giving me a look.

“Please don’t do that Qua, please don’t. You’re the only person I know that’s hella understanding, you never judge.” I begged as he sighed. When I say Qua never judged, he didn’t. He’d tell me whenever I fucked up or when I was in the wrong, but he’d never judge me. I could go out and get a train ran on me, and he wouldn’t judge me at all. He’d just be like, “aye, that’s yo business.”

“I ain’t judging you, a nigga just shocked. I gotta keep it a 100 witcha, though.” He shrugged, patting the spot next to him for me to sit on.

“Ain’t no point in trying to make you feel like shit, cause it’s already done but I’m disappointed, ma. You know I always told you to stay strapped.” He joked, but was still serious at the same time. I laughed because he always told me to keep a condom on me because now wasn’t the time for kids.

“But nah foreal, I ain’t even met dude yet. What if he a lame? How you know he gone be a good father? You finally got to open ya store, and I’m telling you now.. a baby hard work. You had a whole lotta’ goals to pursue before having a baby.”

“I know that.” He grabbed my hand, placing it inside of his.

“Just be careful, and start making smarter decisions. Congrats ona’ baby. How far along you is?”

“I haven’t went to the doctor yet, so I have no idea. Should be only a few weeks.”

“Whenever you go, let me know. You ain’t been hitting my line lately.”

“I know, I’m so sorry. I’ve been super busy.”

“You good, I understand. Hella people been hitting you up for they Valentines fits. People been hitting me up to try to get in contact with you.” I smiled.

“I love you so much, Qua. You’re always here for me. From the day I met you, you were so caring and concerned.” I hugged him as he laughed, wrapping his arms around me. He really had a big heart.

“Gotta be. You a sweet person and ain’t ever hurt a fly. Shit, you even taught a nigga a lot.I luh’ you too.” He squeezed me, before tickling me.

The only thing that could be heard were my loud giggles as I squirmed around, trying to get out of his hold. “Qua! Stop, oh my god!” I laughed, uncontrollably as he continued to torture me.

He finally stopped and let me catch my breath. “I’m bout to head out tho, shoot start at 11 AM tomorra’.” He stood up, embracing me into a big hug. He was so long that he had to bend down.

“Bye, be safe! Tell the boys I said hi.” I said as I watched him walk out to the car that his driver was picking him up in.

**

Next Day

“You just tryna see my dick, that’s all.” Qua said as I bent down to measure his waist. I rolled my eyes, playfully punching his skinny ass.

I was designing outfits for all three of them for one of their upcoming video shoots, and I was actually excited for it. I barely got to see Qua, so working with him would be dope. Fun as well, because they were always joking around. I knew exactly what I had in store for them.

“All done.” I smiled as I stood up. His collar on his shirt was fucked up, so I started to fix it up for him.

“You always getting a nigga right.” He laughed, looking down at me through his Gucci shades.

“Good, cause yo ass was lookin’ like Dracula wit’ dat’ damn colla’ up like dat’.” Offset said making everyone laugh except Qua. He was forever talking about somebody.

“So what time do I need to come tomorrow?” I asked as I grabbed my essentials. Qua stroked his goatee, thinking to himself before he spoke.

“Bout 9.”

“AM?” I questioned.

“Fasho.”

“Y’all better be providing breakfast.” I planned on sleeping in tomorrow, because I’ve been working back to back. On top of that, I had a doctor’s appointment after this.

“Yea, this sausage.” Set said, making Qua smack him upside the head. I ain’t even gone lie, I had to laugh at that one cause I wasn’t expecting that.

“You got a way home?” Qua asked as I shook my head no. I know I had to get a car, ASAP. I didn’t mind taking Lyfts here and there, but having my own car would be nice. Plus, I hated asking for things.

“No, I was just gonna call a Lyft.” I said as he gave me a look before taking my bags out of my hand, walking outside to his car. After putting my bags in his backseat, he opened the door for me an

“I’ll holla atcha’, Batman.”

“Bye, Upset.”

“Be smoo’ Robyn!” Take yelled out and I blew a kiss to him afterwards. He was so sweet, and always stayed to himself. It was cute.

Once everyone else left, I realized that Qua and I were still sitting in the driveway. I look over and him, and he looked deep in thought so I decided to not interrupt him.

“I gotta tell you some shit..” he spoke, taking my attention away from the Popeyes a few feet away that smelled really good.

“Tell me then.” I rose an eyebrow, as he looked nervous as hell. He was never nervous.

“I know we tried this shit befo- nah fuck it. Forget I brought it up.”

“Qua! You’re so aggy for that!”

“I’m sorry mama, I should’ve just kept it to myself. I’m throwed as fuck, and I ain’t tryna say some shit that i ain’t gone remember.”

By now, I already knew what he was going to say and I didn’t wanna be in that awkward position, so I just forgot about it like he asked me to. Well, it’s a little too late for that, because the rest of the car ride.. we were quiet and there’s never a dull moment with us.

Once I got back in my apartment, I noticed Eric sound asleep on the couch. I’m guessing my presence had woke him up, because he kept moving. “Hey, where you been at?”

“Oh, I was styling a few guys for their video shoot today.”

“Cool, I had just stopped by to make you some dinner but you took long as fuck, so I fell asleep. My bad.”

“Oh no, you’re fine. I’ll just make something quick.” I disappeared into the kitchen, looking inside of the fridge so that I could make a sandwich. As soon as I got my ingredients out, it took me out 10 minutes to perfect the sandwich. Once I was done, I put everything back and started to walk back into the living room to sit on the couch with E.

Biting into my sandwich, I moaned at the taste. This was the best meal I’ve eaten all day, to be honest.

“How was ya day?” He asked, bringing my feet on top of his lap to massage them.

“It was pretty smooth. I woke up super early, but they had breakfast which was great. Everyone was pretty easy to work with, so time went by kinda fast. What about you, babe?” He started to talk, but the way that sandwich just hit the spot and how good he was caressing my feet, bitch I was out like a light.

Jasmine

I was happy to be out that nerve wracking ass center, but I was hella irritated to be back at my bullshit ass job. I hated it here, but the money wasn’t gone make itself and I had bills to pay.

My dad spoils the fuck outta me, and he doesn’t even want me working, but that’s bogus to me. I ain’t bout to live off of his hard earned money, I can’t. I wanna be like him one day, and I know I have to start from the bottom to get to the top.

I know exactly what I wanted to do with my life, but I just didn’t know where to start. I can’t just quit my job, up and leave and go follow my dreams. Well, I can but shit ain’t as easy as 123, feel me?

I snapped outta my thoughts once someone came to my register. Looking up, it was the same guy that I had met from the center. Jaylen.

We had been talking for a couple of days, and he was cool as hell. Fine as hell too, but my daddy warned me about his type. I know he ain’t shit.

I started to wonder why he was even in such a fucked up place like the center. He seemed like a put together dude, but then again you can’t judge a book by its cover.

I️ was at the center for my anger/mental issues. It had nothing to do with drugs. If anything, them shits helped.

My dad insisted that I️ get help, and I️ did. Not only because he told me to, but because I️ wanted to. I️ was starting to become a whole different person, and I️ wasn’t feelin’ it. I’d yell, curse, everything in the book at people for the littlest reasons. I️ couldn’t go out like that anymore. Hell, I️ was starting not to like my own damn self.

Ever since I️ came to the center, I️ learned that the anger I️ had built up was from growing up. Growing up, I️ never really had support from my mother and everyone I️ thought that I️ could trust, turned on me. Everyone that said they’d always be there for me left. Eventually, a bitch like me just said fuck it and stopped caring about sappy ass shit like that and turned cold hearted. People hated it.

I️ hated it, but it was my only choice. I️ ain’t ask to be that way, but I️ was tired of people fucking me over. I️ got in too deep of that mindset, that I️ didn’t even recognize myself.

I️t all started with my mom. I️ hated that bitch. As I️ started getting old enough to notice things, I️ realized that she’d cheat on my father multiple times while he was out working his ass off day to night to provide shelter for us.

She be gone for weeks and come home as if nothing happened, and after a while.. my dad never said anything because he loved her too much.

I’ve had plenty of plays, games, pageants, you name it. Every single one, I waited and waited for her to show up like she said she would, and she never did. She always stood me up. Eventually, she just stopped coming around and nobody knows where she is, nor do I care. She’on care about me or my daddy, so why should I care about what she got going on?

Shit I even had friends that I’ve shared my deepest and darkest secrets with, stop talking to me over a nigga.

I watched the love of my life.. end his life in front of me while I screamed and begged him not to. I tried to help him every chance I got to, but he always shut me out and told me he was okay. I knew he wasn’t and that’s why I never let it go. He was at a really low point in his life, and outta no where.. I wake up from my nap because he’s making a lot of noise because he’s drunk. Once I gained my vision, I noticed that he had a gun on him. Knowing that he was depressed, I tried to take it from him immediately. He’s screaming at me to give it back, while I’m trying to calm him down. I’m crying, telling him that it’s not worth it and that I truly care about him and love him dearly. Shit, he’s one of the best things that’s happened to me.

He watched me get on my knees and beg him not to do it... And he did it. Right in front of me.

Til this day, it still fucks with me and I feel like that plays another big part towards my built up emotions. The center has actually helped me in a way, and I didn’t think it would. I was glad that I checked myself in. I’m doing way better than what I was, trust me.

“Damn, what you over there thinkin’ bout?” Jaylen’s voice broke me out of my thoughts. I forgot he was even here.

“I’m sorry, I was thinking way too deep. What brings you here? I know you ain’t come to just buy no candy.”

“I was on the block and I wanted to stop by and see ya pretty ass face.”

“You ain’t smooth.” I smirked, bagging his candy. He seen his total on the screen and slid his card to pay.

“I got you over there blushing though.” I bit my lip, and tried to hide my face behind the screen as he laughed. I wasn’t blushing, I just liked to smile.

“Nah, not even.” He waved me off, taking the receipt out of my hand.

“You should let me chill wit you when you get off.” He suggested and I thought about it for a second. That ain’t sound too bad, plus I was off tomorrow.

“How you know I ain’t got something else to do?”

“You probably do, but all I know is.. ima be at ya crib tonight at 10 so don’t try to make no other plans.” He winked at me before walking off. I smiled shaking my head, not even realizing how hard I was blushing.

Ugh, I hated this feeling.

A couple of hours went by, and I was finally off of work, which made me happy because I ready to get the hell away from these people.

I ended up at my dad’s house, because I hadn’t seen him in 2 days and that was just too long for me. My daddy was literally my best friend.

He was on the couch with a Cigar hanging outta his mouth, making me laugh. “I hope yo ass brought some food cause you be quick as hell to eat up all of mines.”

“You didn’t cook? That’s the only reason I came over, daddy.”

“Hell no, today my relax day.” I rolled my eyes, because he always said that. Everyday was his relax day, let him tell it.

“I got the flowers and card that you sent today. Thanks, you almost made me cry in front of those people.” My dad made it a habit of sending me flowers on a daily basis, and I loved it. It’s the simplest things that makes my day.

“I try, I try.”

“Somebody gone appreciate you one day, old man.”

“Shit, about that-“ he started to talk until a woman’s voice cut him off.

“Victor, you coming back to bed?” I looked towards the direction of her voice and seen a really beautiful woman in a red robe, peeking around the corner. I gasped.

“Daddy!” I said loudly, covering my mouth. I’m over here 24/7, never have I heard or seen this woman.

He chuckled nervously and told her to come out to the living room. I did not wanna meet anybody coming out of his room in a robe.

My dad excused himself, making me sigh as my big brother came in, making shit worse.

“Eyyy, wassup baby sis.” I rolled my eyes and ignored his presence, moving his arm from around me.

“Why you gotta all Hollywood errytime a nigga come around? You’n never show me no love.” He was hella irritating. I barely saw him because of this dumbass shit he be doing, and he tries to send me all types of designer to make up for it but I could care less about that.

Izzy was one of the biggest drug lords out here in NY. He started off just selling when he was in high school, but I’m guessing the man that ran the whole business got sick, and Izzy was the only one that everybody respected besides ole dude, so he passed it down to him.

He was smart as hell, and had way more full ride scholarships to college than I did, but he let the drug life get the best of him. He dropped out when he only had half a semester left to graduate.

Ever since then, he was always getting into trouble. I wasn’t trying to be in none of his drama, so I just told him to stop talking to me in general. He and my dad claim that I’m wrong for it, but I don’t see how. He ain’t about to get me shot up. I love him to death, but nah.

“Cause you’re stupid, Iz.”

“Ion’ wanna talk about that shit while I’m at home, Jas. When you gone get over it? I been doin’ this shit since I was 16, ya attitude getting mad old now.” He sat down next to me on the couch.

I looked over at him fixing the collar on his Gucci shirt so that all 5 of his chains could show. One thing I could say about him was that he always cleaned up nice. You’d never catch him looking bummy.

“Because I care about you, and it pisses me off that you wanna ruin your life over something so dumb. You’re better than this.”

“Am I dead?”

“No, but if you don’t stop this shit, death or jail is right around the corner. You just got out for doing a 3 year sentence a couple of weeks ago, and what do you do? Go back to doing the same dumb shit.”

“So you think you Oprah or sumn’?” I rose an eyebrow at his sudden attitude.

“Think about your fam instead of yourself sometimes. Daddy lost his best friend to the same shit you doing right now. He tried telling him over and over that it wasn’t worth it, and right when he finally listened.. he got killed.”

“Aye sis, times be hard and I work too hard to be making minimum wage. I refuse to slave for a muhfucka’ for some little ass pay.”

“There are so many options out here, and you and I both know that you got the money to do whatever you want. You got enough money to where you don’t even have to work for the rest of your life! Go do something you love!”

“Like what, since you know everything.”

“Are you serious, Iz? Everybody knows music is your thing. It always has been. Invest in yourself! Produce!” He brushed over his waves, thinking about what I was telling him. I hope it wasn’t going one ear out of the other.

“Tell you what? Ima think real hard about that one and get back to ya on it.” I nodded with a smile, embracing him in a hug.

Well, we were getting some where. Usually he’d just shut that down on the spot and tell me no straight up, and he never told a lie.

“Let me spend a night at ya crib.”

“I’m having company tonight.”

“Who? Bet not be one of them pussy ass niggas you be fuckin’ wit.” Literally every dude stopped talking to me once they found out Izzy was my brother, and I don’t know why. He ain’t nobody to be scared of, these niggas just pussy. But then again, I haven’t seen the other side of him and I don’t want to. The Izzy I knew was sweet as hell, smart, and putting a smile on someone’s face. Hell, he was scared of clowns. If he saw one, he’d scream like a girl.

“Boy I don’t say nun’ bout all these nasty girls you be messing with.”

“I’m grown.”

“Oh so I’m not?”

“Nah, you gone always be baby sis.” I rolled my eyes and stood up to grab my purse. He swore I was his daughter.

“I’m out.” I started to walk towards the door. I would tell my daddy bye, but knowing him, he was probably up there doing something with that woman of his.

“Hold up rude ass, let me walk you out.”

Jaylen

I️ drove to Jasmine’s house, with the top off as I danced around to Drake’s Passionfruit that was blaring throughout my car. To say that I️ was in a good ass mood was an understatement. I️ smoked before I️ left the house, and a nigga was feeling good.

I️ know being around Jas was gone make my high even better. It took her some time to even get a bit comfortable with me.

After meeting her at the center, I ain’t see her for a couple of days. I got released, went to the store and seen her there. We ate together at some bomb ass spot, and exchanged numbers instantly. I talk to lil mama almost everyday and she cool as fuck. She the only person I know that can relate to me on some deep shit.

Being around her took my mind off of Robyn, completely and I was loving that shit. I️ wasn’t trying to start a relationship or no shit, and she wasn’t either. We were chillin’.

I️ pulled her into the driveway of her home, impressed because her shit was better than my condo. I needed to get on her level.

She was hella spoiled by her daddy, and I️ knew he bought her this nice ass house. I️ respect that she doesn’t just live off of her dad though. She be working even though she doesn’t have to.

Grabbing the bottle of Henny that she asked me to bring, I️ locked the doors to my car. Once I️ made it to her doorstep, I️ rang the doorbell as I️ waited patiently for her beautiful ass to answer the door.

“I’m comingggggg!” I️ heard her sing, making me chuckle. Shit, I’d love to hear her scream those words more often.

I️ pushed my dirty thoughts away, because I️ knew she wasn’t giving me any play no time soon.

The door swung open, and she stood in front of me with a big smile on her face. Without thinking twice, I️ embraced her into a big ass hug, squeezing the fuck outta her. She smelled like strawberries and shit.

“Hey.” She said as she pulled away, shutting and locking her door.

“Wassup? What you do all day?”

“Hung out with my dad.” She sat down on the couch, taking the bottle of Hennessy out my hand. I️ chuckled at how ready she was.

“Damn you ain’t playing no games, huh?”

“I️ gotta work for the rest of the week after tomorrow, I️ need this.”

Jas worked in retail, and she hated it. She had went to college for four years, but she doesn’t know what to do right now so she’s just working. She claims she doesn’t have any talents, but I know exactly what that shit is.

“Drink up, mama. I️ need that shit, too.” She popped the bottle open, and took that shit to the head in no time. I️ sat up, widening my mouth as she downed that shit with no problem.

“Damn, slow down.” I️ laughed, taking the bottle away from her mouth. She had drunken half of it already.

She wiped her mouth, smiling as she turned the music from her TV up. Getting this shit over with, I️ chugged the other half of the Henny down just as she did. When I️ was finished, I️ sat the bottle down on the table, rubbing my stomach because I️ was hungry as fuck.

I ain’t been drinking like I used to so I couldn’t just down that shit like it was water no more.

“What you got to eat?”

“Our favorite.”

“My fat ass got a lot of favorites.” I sat back in against her couch, with low eyes, laughing. She chuckled right along with me.

“Wings, boy.”

“Oh aight, that’s cool. Where they at?” I licked my lips, sitting up so that she could show me where the fuck they was at.

She stood up, holding her hand out for me to grab. I grabbed it, looking at her booty the whole time she led the way to the kitchen. She wore this little ass skin tight dress on purpose. If I ain’t respect her, I would’ve been fucked.

Pushing that thought away, we both walked into her kitchen.

I looked on the island and saw a box of Wings sitting there with my name on it. With no hesitation, I said my grace and started to dig in. She started to walk off but I pulled her back.

“Where you going?” I said with a mouth full of chicken. These wings were bussin’ and cussin’ right now.

“To my room. You fine but ion’ wanna watch you eat playa.” I laughed.

“How I’m post to know where ya room at?” I questioned, looking around. She acting like her house ain’t have a thousand rooms in this bitch.

“Upstairs, first door. You can’t miss it. I’ll leave it open for you.” I nodded and left her skip off to her room.

As I started back eating, I pulled my phone out because I was lonely as fuck down here. Watching a couple of Basketball highlights for a good 20 minutes, I was finally finished with my food and I was still hungry.

Cleaning up my mess, I put my phone in my pocket and went turned off the lights in the kitchen. Walking around the corner, there her stairs were so I walked up them. Her door was cracked open, but I decided to be a creep because I heard her talking to herself.

I realized that she was making those little voices like she always did. She need to be put in somebody’s movie for that shit. She swore she wasn’t talented. Voice acting was for her, foreal.

“You up in here acting like you Shrek and shit, but you ain’t got no talent?” I questioned as she jumped and turned around.

“You scared me.” She put her hand on her heart. I took her hand, interlocking both of them with mines, bringing both of us down on top of her bed.

I know she felt how hard my dick was because I felt how wet she was. I licked my lips, looking her in her eyes. I knew she wanted it as bad as I did, but she wasn’t gone give it up yet. I wasn’t gone pressure her either, so I just laughed and stopped playing with her ass.

“Jay you got me wetter than an ocean right now.” She huffed, going to the bathroom that was in her room.

“Come drown me then.” I winked at her she smirked, which turned into us busting up into a fit of laughter.

“Real shit Jasmine.. you need to get into voice acting.” I said as our laughter died down. I swear she was gone thank me once she realized it’s what she should’ve been doing a long time ago.

“Jay, you gone ruin my b-“

“Nah Jas, foreal. You stay complaining bout ya job. Go do something you love.” She sat down next to me and sighed.

“I just... I don’t know where to start Jaylen.”

“Start taking classes whenever you don’t have to work and go from there, ma. I promise the shit gone be worth it. Believe in yourself and God.” I suggested. She looked over at me, taking in what I had just said.

“Yo, ain’t nobody ever believed in me the way that you do.” She said

“Cause you got a gift, Jas. Ain’t nobody believe in me either, now I got muhfuckas paying millions for my shit.”

Growing up, nobody cared that I could draw. They’d always tell me that it wouldn’t get me any where and to stick with hooping. Except my mom and pops, but that’s about it. I obviously ain’t listen to they ass though.

“That’s great, you really just inspired me. I’m gonna do some research tomorrow morning. Thank you.”

“No problem.” I spoke, as my eyes scanned around the pictures in her room. I stopped atone family picture when I seen a picture of a fine ass woman.

“She bad.”

“My crackhead ass mom? Eh.”

“Crackhead? Yikes, why you gotta put her business out there.” I was laughing because she said it so nonchalantly.

“I hate that bitch.” She rolled her eyes, quickly taking the family picture down. Well then...

“Who that jawn? Since we being nosey?” She questioned, pointing towards towards the gold locket I had on my neck of me and Rob. She gave it to me months ago, and honestly.. I got so used to never taking it off, that I forgot I still had it. I twirled it around with my fingers, before taking it off and tossing it out of her window that was open. No doubt Robyn and I was done. Our last convo gave me the confirmation.

*Flashback*

There were a million emotions running through my body right now, that I️ couldn’t even describe what I️ was feeling. Shit was like Deja vu all over again.

She sighed heavily, putting her head in her hands. “Can we talk?” She didn’t say anything but that wasn’t gone stop me. She was gone hear whatever I had to say.

“Why?” Was all I️ asked as she looked up at me with no words.

“I️ didn’t mean for this to happen, Jaylen.” I️ tried my absolute best not to spazz or strangle her. I️ was beyond pissed, my nigga. That fucking rehab shit paid off, because I️ would’ve been got disrespectful.

“Why was you fucking that nigga, anyways? Now you just an easy piece of pussy, huh?” I️ sat down on the edge of her tub. Robyn was irresponsible and clueless as shit, but getting pregnant by a nigga she only knew for a short period of time wasn’t her. I hope she don’t think I don’t know about her getting pregnant by King Kong either.

Just thinking about her letting another nigga get up in what’s mines broke my heart. I just can’t believe she let him get her pregnant.

“Excuse me? And the same exact reason you went and fucked kayla.” I️ sighed, rolling my eyes because she was forever bringing up old shit. Here I️ am trying to change. She the type of person to bring up some shit that happened when you a kid.

“I’m over that shit, dude ion even talk to her ass no more. She engaged, wit a baby and ion’ want them problems. You always so stuck on me fucking up that you don’t even know how to admit when you wrong, too.”

“I’m wrong for trying to move on?” She scrunched up her face.

“Nah you fucking wrong because you seen me trying to turn my life around for you yet you still go and fuck this nigga. Raw at that. You foul bro. Yea, I did my dirt and I know I was wrong for fucking Kayla, but she’s outta my life completely now. I cut her off for you. I went to rehab for you. I quit smoking and drinking for you. Did all this shit for you, and you wanna sit up here and act like shit all sweet? I’m fucking hurt, Robyn. That was supposed be my baby that you having.”

She remained quiet, with her head in her hands because she knew I was right.

“Jaylen, from day one when I met you, you were fucking rude and a jerk. I thought that maybe you’d change but you didn’t. That attitude that you had is the attitude that pushed me away. Don’t sit up here and act like you weren’t the one that kissed another woman, either. That’s the whole reason we’re not together.”

By now, I was fed up by her bringing up old shit.

“No the reason why we ain’t together right now is because you don’t know how to fucking move past shit and you insecure as fuck. I’m damn near begging you, and ya ass won’t even consider hearing me out. Fuck you Robyn.”

*Flashback Over*

“Just an old bih I used to deal with. Nobody important.” I smiled, as she shook her head followed by laughter.

As she started doing lord knows what, my mind went off into a place that I didn’t want it to be in. That’s because a nigga only smoked one baby ass blunt and had half the bottle of Henny. If not, shit my mind would be on fucking Mars.

Trying to snap outta my thoughts, I put my focus on Jas’s dancing in the mirror. I was admiring that shit until I heard what she was dancing to.

“Think I got him covered for the weekend..” she grinded against her chair.

“Stop singing that thot ass song.” I mugged her as she continued to sing it, slightly making me mad.

Once she seen my face, she cut the music off, smiling. “Aww Jay, I’m sorry.” She apologized, straddling my lap. I shook my head no, ignoring her apology.

“Come on, I said sorry.” She poked her bottom lip out. Looking up at her, our eyes met with each other’s and locked. Before anything else could be said, her lips crashed into mines. My hands found their way to her ass.

She was gone give me blue balls, we been kissing all night and she was killing me with this teasing shit.

**

Jas was literally passed out on her bed, so I took that as my queue to leave. It was bout 3 in the morning and I had to be up by 7. I’ll make sure to text her in the morning.

Getting my shit, I made my way outside to my car so that I could go home. Since it wasn’t traffic at all, I got home within 15 minutes.

As soon as I got in, I spotted my dad sitting on the couch watching Power. “Nigga these bootycall hours, where you been?” He questioned as he paused the TV. How this nigga gone question me in my own crib?

“Nah not even pops, I was chillin’ wit a friend. Is Jayla in my bed?”

“Yea why?”

“Ima sleep in the guest room cause I’m high as fuck.”

“Nigga when ain’t you?” I chuckled, waving him off as I started to make my way towards the guests room. Pops ain’t like the fact that I smoked, but he was just gone have to deal with it. I used to smoke bout 3 or 4 blunts everyday before I went and got help. Now I only smoke 1 like three times a week. I don’t drink anymore. I only did it earlier, because it’s a new fucking year. That’s progress.

Kicking my slides off, I stripped out of my sweats and t-shirt before plopping down in the bed. Swear I drifted off to sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

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If You’re Lucky-Part 1

Howdy! Here’s the first official chapter for you!

Side-note, I could watch pointe ballet forever and never get bored, it’s so fucking pretty omg, so expect a lot of ballet gifs.

Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Chapter 1: Should Fate Be Kind

Song rec: ****

Word count: 1,570 words.

Story summary: Human/normal/non supernatural universe wherein Stiles is half way through college when, one night after passing a particularly hard midterm, he meets a cute girl while celebrating by himself at a bar. They share a passion filled night of fun, but she’s gone by the morning. In an effort to find her, he goes back to the bar but finds an old high school flame instead.

Seven years, a failed marriage, and a child later, Stiles finds himself taking his daughter to her first ballet class and who should the teacher be but Cinderella Girl?

Warnings: Some serious shade being thrown, A verbal beat down of a typical Suburban Mom™, (honestly just a fucking straight up murder)(not really tho).

“Yes, Lydia, we’re sitting in the car right outside the place, right now. I’ll bring her over after okay?” Stiles promised, watching as the little red haired girl sip on her water from the rear view mirror.

“Fine... Just make sure the other kids are nice to her, okay? And don’t call her Ronnie in there, they’ll tease her.” She fretted over the phone.

“I won’t.” He promised. “Is it okay if I go now, we’re gonna be late.” He told her.

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Jordan says to tell her good luck.” She said before hanging up.

“You ready honey?” Stiles asked turning back to look at her as he pocketed his phone.

“Yes daddy.” She smiled as she unbuckled her seat-belt and went for the door. Stiles cut the car’s engine and got out to help her out of the car and took her hand to keep her from running off as he got her ballet bag out of the back.

“Alright, let’s go. Mommy and Jordan both wish you good luck today.” He told her.

“What about you daddy?” She asked.

“Of course I wish you good luck too, but I know you won’t need it because you’ll do well no matter what.” He assured her, watching as she hopped up onto the sidewalk just outside the building.

He grabbed the door for her and let her walk in ahead of him. Once inside he took her hand again and led her towards the group gathering near the door that led to the studio room.

“... So while the first lesson today is technically free, there will be a hundred dollar charge for each child to continue. Additionally you are expected to pay for the outfits, the shoes, and the costumes for the recital at the end of the year.” The black haired woman who stood in the middle of the group was saying as the door slammed behind Stiles and his daughter.

“And I expect you to be on time.” She added tersely.

“Sorry, I know. I had trouble getting Ro-Veronica’s hair up.” He said as everyone looked at him. The group parted as the dark haired girl stepped forward and Stiles eyes widened.

“Single dad?” She guessed after looking at the haphazard ponytail.

“Cinderella girl?” He blurted. She looked at him like he had three heads.

“It’s.... Evie actually.” She frowned.

“She doesn’t look like Cinderella, she looks more like Snow White.” Veronica corrected.

“Thank you sweetie.” Evie smiled down at her. “Why don’t you go join the other kids in the changing room, you can pick a locker and write your name on it with chalk after you change into your ballet shoes.” She pointed to a doorway and the little girl looked up at her dad for permission.

“Go ahead honey.” He nodded, letting go of her hand. She took her bag from him and skipped into the other room. “Uh-”

“Did you hear my speech about the payment for the class?” She asked.

“Yeah, oh, I read on your website about it, I’ve got a check.” He offered, digging his hands into his pockets.

“You have until next week to pay it.” She said, putting her hands up to stop him.

“But I figured I’ll get it out of the way now.” He shrugged.

“But there are no refunds, and if your daughter decides she doesn’t like ballet then you’re out a hundred dollars.” She warned.

“She’s not going to dislike this class, she’s been begging her mom and I to let her take ballet for two years now.” He promised. Evie sighed.

“I won’t accept that check today.” She decided. “Just wait and see if she actually likes ballet, or if this was just a pipe dream.” She insisted when it looked like he was going to argue.

He huffed out a breath and pouted at her, causing her to smile triumphantly before turning back to the rest of the parents.

“Okay, you all can stay in this room, or if you have to leave for something class ends after an hour.” She informed them. “Street shoes aren’t allowed in the studio so if you have concerns or questions you’ll have to wave me down.” She warned before she stepped into the changing room.

“Alright kids, let’s begin. I’d like you all to follow me into the studio and line up along the barre at the back of the room.” She requested, stepping aside to let the mass of small boys and girls make their way into the dance studio.

Stiles watched as Evie walked in after the kids and closed the door behind herself. She strode over to stand in the middle of the room in front of the wall of mirrors and faced the kids who were lined up along the back wall.

“So today I’m going to teach you basic things like how we’ll stretch throughout the year, how you’ll position your feet, plies, and releves.” She told them.

“Why only that stuff?” One of the little girls asked. Evie smiled.

“Those are the foundation of learning ballet. You need to know the correct positions.” She said.

“But that stuff sounds boring.” Another girl piped up.

And this is why the first class is free. Weeds out the impatient princesses. Evie thought even though she plastered on a patient smile.

“It can be. But without the foundation of those basic, boring things, you won’t be able to learn things like this.” She got up on pointe and spun in a fast circle on her toes before kicking a leg out behind her as she positioned her arms and spun on one foot the second time.

The class let out a collective whoa under their breath and she smiled as she came to a stop and dropped back to stand flat.

“Why can’t we just learn that?” The same girl as before asked.

“Do you know what position my feet started in?” Evie fired back.

“No...” She frowned.

“You need to learn positions. The move wouldn’t have been half as pretty if I hadn’t started in first position.” She moved so her heels were touching and her toes were pointed out to the sides. “I started in this position and went into a releve,” she stood back up on the toes of her pointe shoes, “And then I spun into my pirouette.” She spun on both feet again before lifting a leg behind her and spinning on the toes of one foot.

“But when are we gonna learn the spinning stuff?” The girl demanded.

“Oh shut up already. We’ll learn it when we’re ready to!” A red-headed little girl huffed, fed up with the whining. Evie watched her flick her ponytail back over her shoulder and had to bite her lips together to hold back her grin at the child’s sass.

“Thank you...” She paused, wanting her name.

“Veronica, but my daddy calls me Ronnie.” She told her.

“Ronnie is a boy’s name.” The same snotty child sneered. A couple of other kids giggled and Veronica shrunk down a little.

“And what’s your name?” Evie asked, silencing the room.

“Jessica.” She said haughtily.

“Well, Jessica. I do not tolerate any rude behavior. For the remainder of the class you’ll be sitting against that wall. Participation is a privilege.” She said sternly, pointing off to the side.

When she realized that Evie was serious the child huffed and stomped her way over to the wall.

“Those who laughed will apologize to Veronica or they can join Jessica.” She warned. A handful of mumbled apologies later and Veronica was smiling again. “Alright. Now we can-...” Waving from the window caught her eye and she sighed before going to the door.

“Why the hell is my daughter sitting against the wall?” An uppity mother demanded.

“She was rude to myself and one of her fellow students. I do not tolerate rude behavior-”

“Listen here miss Prima Ballerina wannabe, you’re going to let her participate.”

“No.” Evie said calmly.

“Do you have any idea who I am?”

“You mean besides you being a sad little housewife with a bad dye job in desperate need of an Altoid?” Evie fired off.

“How dare you-”

“You think you can come into my business, tell me what I can and cannot do, when you refuse to mother your own child?” The raven haired woman snapped, cutting her off. “How dare you spend more time worrying about your manicure than taking care of the being that you created. I’d say you need to grow a pair of ovaries and teach your daughter to respect those around her but you need to learn how to do it first before you can teach it.” She snarled lowly. “Take your child and leave, I’ll not be intimidated in my own place of business.”

The mother before her spluttered and Evie turned to look at Jessica.

“Grab your things honey. Your mother is taking you home.” She told her calmly. Jessica glared daggers at the teacher as she stomped passed and stormed into the changing room to grab her bag. Evie closed the door to the dance studio and walked back to the center of the room.

“Let’s begin stretching.” She smiled at the remaining kids.

Stiles stood, start-struck along with all the other parents on the opposite side of the viewing window, speechless at how expertly she’d handled that terrible mother.

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Love Live! Sunshine!! Season 2 Episode 5 Reactions

precious. both of them.

Oh they’re all in their practice outfits now

leave it to kanan to think about safety first

“Nice n’ warm Pocket warmer”??? HAHAHAHA

So yoshiko will be walking home alone

will she really be alright like that

BYE-NNY

ooh the wind is pretty strong

poor yoshiko

oh this is where she discovers that dog isnt it

this is akin to that dengeki g’s illustration of yohane finding a cat in the rain

OP theme

ahahaha she’s trying to help her get over her fear

oh it opened its eyes

and it doesnt work

and it happens again

that riko bomb

OMG MARI HAHAHAHAHA

THE RETURN OF THOSE EYE COVERS

OH WOW SAINT SNOW HAS A NEW SONG

SOUNDS LIT

MARI AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

looks like she’s got the attention span of a goldfish

yoshiko is gone too lol

maru chuuni translator :’)

oh yeah yoshiriko’s moms are chummy

ofc she’d leave her phone at their house

this be a fanfic prompt

oh it’s the dog

that kidnapping tho lol

ofc yoshiko would be the one taking care of it

from the looks of it, she’s prepared stuff for the dog

“can’t you tell? it’s a dog.” “yeah.” riko :’(

oh it’s actually pretty cute

riko :(((((((

OMG SHE SICKED IT ON HER HAHAHA

run riko run

that leap tho wow

riko still looks rather uncomfortable

oh so the dog is being cared for here because pets aren’t allowed at yoshiko’s place

i know where this is going

come on riko you can do it

AND SHE SICS IT ON HER AGAIN LMAO

and she actually agrees to take it in

of course the dog can’t eat when the food is outside its cage riko

is that how she’s gonna feed it? pretty clever but poor doggo just wants to be friends with her aw

come on riko just warm up to it

okay she hasn’t run away screaming yet this is an improvement

nice formation

we’re gonna get a new song soon aren’t we

excited to go home aren’t you, riko?

don’t tell me… she’s actually getting attached to the dog??

yohane knows what’s up

aw she’s so excited here riko’s so cute

she got it something? cuuuuute

that giggle. SO PRECIOUS.

riko i know you wanna make the dog happy and all but it cant really play with that toy if you keep it trapped in the pet carrier like that haha

oh my god yoshiko came over

oh my god riko’s actually looking for an excuse to keep it longer

oh my god yoshiko wants the dog back

“Nocturne”??

THAT’S what riko named it???

okay yoshiko wants to call it “Laelaps”????

how is that a greater name it’s not any weirder than “Nocturne” lol

HAHAHA "LOVE LIVE”

oh... oh god

looks like that dog belongs to someone after all

its real name is anko??? lol

both of them look so despaired haha

ooooh first successful contact with a dog good job riko

what’s with the solemn expression kanan

“This will be my last Love Live” :’(((

oh god no now they finally introduce the topic of the third years graduating

how will you handle this aqours… will you follow the same thing µ’s did

what? problem?

what about riko and yoshiko

“emotionally unstable”…?

OH MY GOD THAT’S RIKYAKO’S DRAWING I CAN’T BE MISTAKEN HAHAHAHAHA

AND AIKYAN’S DRAWING

THAT SYNCHRONIZATION THO LMAO

truly quite the pair aren’t they

zuramaru’s impression of yohane :))))

they can’t really concentrate on practice can they

wtf is that line of thinking yoshiko

??????

“We’ll go get the dog back.” Excuse me what?????

isn’t that gonna be illegal

that’s like… stealing private property isn’t it

yoshiko i understand you’re still hung up over that dog but this is madness

riko do something

but she misses the dog too haha :’(

at least she’ll keep yoshiko from doing anything too absurd

okay now this is just trespassing

wrong house lol

will this summoning actually work

oh my god spotted the jig is up

run

in the end they couldn’t even push through lmao

oh my god this is the place in the preview

wtf is she serious about waiting

that’s some dedication

at least with waiting you two will get more time together if u know what i mean ;)

oooh riko needs to go home though

mother’s getting worried

ah so riko left after all?

and it rains

oh she came back? and with food? how sweet

don’t be stubborn yoshiko

and she takes it :)

so riko really did want to see the dog

haha they even synchronize in eating

oh yoshiko gets serious

ah yes ive read about her penchant for attracting misfortune in SID

this is fine. she’s opening up to Riko

she’s aware fallen angels dont exist but she’s doing it as a way to make her bad luck feel less bad

and bc it’s just nice to believe in shit like invisible forces and destiny

so she believes that dog was brought to her by fate

oh the rain stopped. this is new.

“Here. Some Laelaps”?

OH IT’S BECAUSE THE DOG IS NAMED ANKO AHAHAHAHA

love that riko still protests it should be “nocturne”

oh the dog actually came out

well there’s your chance to go grab it and run :))))))))

not that i think yoshiko can actually do that

oh will it notice her

it actually worked??

oh it doesnt recognize her anymore :(((

yoshiko looks so miserable haha :(

aw riko’s cheering her up

“invisible powers” :’’’)

you said it riko

“I, Yohane, hereby certify you as one of my elite little demons!” OMG

is she gonna call her “riri” now come on please

oh she didn’t

BUT THIS IS BETTER THAN ANYTHING I EVER HOPED FOR THANKS

THE SHIP HAS SAILED

congrats riko

SHE CALLED HER YOHANE

both of them are so cute huhu

and we’re back to chika

yoshiko’s way of thinking inspired riko to try approaching shiitake again :”))))

OH SHE FINALLY DID IT! SHE PET A DOG!

i feel so proud of her wtf sdfasdfd

you’re doing great sweetie <3 <3

and this was all thanks to yoshiko

those two are so pure and cute otp material right there

OMG THE ENDING THEME!!

IT’S A YOSHIRIKO DUET??? IS THAT AIKYAN AND RIKYAKO IM HEARING????

THE CREDITS CONFIRM IT OH MY GOD YES!!

OH MY GOD YOSHIRIKO ARE THE FEATURED CHARACTERS FOR THIS ENDING THEME IM IN HEAVEN

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IM SO HAPPY WTF THANK YOU SUNRISE SDZFZDSFSFSF

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that’s it im dead. now i’ve got more reasons to ship yoshiriko

i hope we at least get to see them progress to the nicknames in the later episodes. at least they’re friends now

Looks like I’ll be rewatching this episode for the next two days. My yoshiriko heart has thoroughly been slain. Congrats staff.