#literally can't do it. I have to hide and lay down on the bathroom floor nearly every day. Or use up overtime to leave early

[revvetha]

really struggling with work atm. not in the sense that I have a lot to do or it's stressful or my colleagues suck. It's just having to somehow go a full 9h without laying down that really gets me.

[ziggyzolch]

Queen Bee-atch Ⅴ (Regina George x Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of eating disorders (bulimia) but no explicit description of it.

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"No! Of course I'm not on board." Being zoned out for most of the week, you hadn't been listening to Janis' rambling, so you had no idea of her plan for Cady. Sighing, Janis sets her guitar to the side. "Dude, we've been talking about this plan for weeks, your opinion won't stop it." Damien chimes in from his place at your desk, "Yeah girl, Regina needs to be humbled. If anything, we're helping her." 

You invited your friends over the second you got home from Regina's, with the intention of having a jam sesh, until you heard Damien bring up the next step of their sabotage plan. You roll your eyes at Janis' nodding, getting up from the floor. "No, this is insane. Regina doesn't need to be 'humbled'." Cady peaks her head out of your bathroom, your mascara in her hand, "Yes she does! She was about to steal Aaron away from me."

Your eyes bulge out of your head, "Are you fucking serious? That's what this is about?" Janis rolls her eyes at you, "You know what this is about. She made our lives a living hell in freshman year!" You scoff, shaking your head and taking your guitar from her, "Wow, people think you're a pyromaniac. Boohoo." Janis stands up and pushes your shoulders, making you drop your guitar,

"Regina treated me like shit!"

You push her back, "Me too! You don't see me overreacting about it!"

"This," She shoves you, "Is not an overreaction. You didn't even know her! She was my best friend! Becoming an antisocial bulimic bitch is an overreaction." The silence that follows is deafening.

Tears well up in your eyes, "Fuck you, Janis. You're a hypocrite, you're all hypocrites!"

You point at Cady, "You're literally dressed like a plastic right now. Also, you ditched me when I was blackout drunk, for a boy that you barely just met!" Turning your gaze towards Damien and Janis, "You guys don't sit alone because everybody hates you. You hate everybody! You are no different from Regina, you just hide it better."

"You hate everyone too!" Janis retorts, while Damien and Cady look at each other awkwardly. "Maybe, but I don't seek petty revenge on everyone that's ever wronged me! You don't think I hate Regina for what she's done?" You sit down on the ground, calming down. "I do, but making her miserable won't make me any happier, and it won't make you happier either." Janis sighs, taking a seat next to you, Cady and Damien following. 

"Fine, we won't do it, but we can't take back what we've already done." Janis slaps Cady in warning. You raise an eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?" Damien sighs, "We may have...been responsible for her recent weight gain and pimples." You groan, falling backwards and laying down on the floor, "You guys are horrible. At least you can start sitting with us again, Cady...Cady?" You all turn to her as she looks up from her phone, "I just need one more day."

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It's been a couple of minutes since English class started. You were assigned to finish up the book report, so it was basically a free period. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you slam your laptop closed.

"Uh, what were you doing?" You turn towards Regina, noting that she's wearing sweatpants, "Watching porn..?" She takes her seat, raising an eyebrow at you. You stare at her while she slowly drags your laptop towards her, opening it and turning it on. 

Papa's pizzeria pops up on your screen. "In what world would watching porn be a better explanation than playing a game?" Regina looks at you in disbelief. "I panicked! I thought you were the teacher." She huffs out a laugh and pulls out her notebook while you take your laptop back. Regina turns to you, opens her mouth, then closes it and turns back to her notebook.

You ignore it, but after she does it for the fourth time you decide to ask,

 "Are you having a stroke-" 

She interrupts, "I'm sorry!" 

The class goes quiet, curious at what she could possibly be apologizing for. "Oh, uh. We don't have to talk about that." You scratch the back of your neck. She sighs and moves her chair to face you. "No, we do." You pinch the bridge of your nose before standing up and grabbing her arm, ignoring the teacher's objections and dragging her out of class. "Regina, we were young and stupid, it's fine." 

Her face contorts in anger, "It's not! I was horrible to you, more than I was to anyone else. You didn't deserve that," She looks you up and down, "I shouldn't have made you feel like you needed to change anything about yourself."

You were speechless, Janis would never believe this. "Thank you, really, but I'm just one person out of hundreds that you've been horrible to. Why are you so worried about my opinion specifically?" She sputters while you raise your eyebrows at her, waiting for a reply. She rolls her eyes and drags you to the janitor's closet. Her eyes dart around the room, looking at everything except you. "I like you." 

Your expression remains unchanged, "Uh okay, I like you too, you've been a good friend- Oh." Your eyes widen in realization. Regina panics at your silence and attempts to backtrack, "Oh, pfft, yeah that's what I meant! Friends, you're a good friend- mph!" You press your lips to hers, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

After the initial shock, Regina relaxes into the kiss and places her hands on your waist, pushing you against the wall. The bell stops Regina's wandering hands, and you push her away, catching your breath. "This talk isn't over, Blondie." Regina smiles at you, "Come over today, we can talk all night long, puppy." You blush at the nickname and innuendo, lightly shoving her when she laughs. "Stop! Look, Janice has an art competition tonight. Can you come with me? You're gonna have to apologize to her too." 

Regina shakes her head in disgust before you add, "I'll come over after and we can have that 'talk'-" 

"I'll come!" 

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Gretchen was pissed. Regina had blown her off for you, ditched her and Karen at a party for you, and walked out the janitor's closet with you! For her to have the audacity to try and sit at their table, in sweatpants, after all of that.

"Those rules are bullshit-"

Karen jumps in, "They weren't that day I wore a vest!"

"Yeah because that vest was hideous!"

"You can't sit with us!" The cafeteria goes quiet at Gretchen's screech. You, Janis, and Damien turn to face the commotion. "These are all that fit me right now," You can make out Regina admitting quietly. Gretchen turns to Cady, waiting for her decision. Your eyes bulge out of your head when you hear Cady's answer. Turning to Janis and Damien, you ask,

"Does she know the plan is off? Did she not hear anything we said?"

"She does! I don't know why she's acting like this." Janis replies,

Your jaw goes slack, "You literally made her like this."

"Look, maybe this is just a one time thing!"

The conversation is interrupted by Regina yelling, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Your heart breaks for her, you make a mental note to talk to Regina. Trying to defuse the awkwardness, Damien brings up Janis's art competition. "Look, Cady promised she'd be there. We can talk to her about this then!" You scoff, "Yeah, we'll see." 

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A/N: I couldn't fit the Christmas dance thing in so i worked around it. Also, I don't really know how to reply to them but I promise I check all the reblogs and comments and I appreciate them. Thank you for reading!

[panickingpansexuality]

Do It Then

Darry Curtis x GN! Reader

Darry had come home late, he was tired and looked incredibly grumpy and much to his dismay there were far too many other people at the house that certainly didn't need to be there, you being one of them.

Dinner was being served, Pony, Johnny, Soda, and you were in the house, eating dinner, Dally and Two-Bit were on the floor watching television, and Steve was on the porch drinking. Darry came in and headed straight to the bathroom, not saying a word to anyone.

"Darry wait." You say stopping him, you lick your thumb and wipe off some of the dirt from his cheek before kissing the now clean spot.

He was still a little annoyed but what you did certainly helped, he held your hand up to his lips and kissed it.

When he came out of the shower, you put his plate fresh from the microwave onto the table re heated, Johnny and Pony were helping you clean up while Soda went in next for the shower.

Darry hugged you from behind and placed a kiss on your head before going to eat, you knew he was just tired but it didn't stop you from worrying.

"(y/n)?" Johnny timidly asks.

"Yes Johnny?" You reply gently.

"When are you and Darry gonna get married?"

Darry spat out his water and Pony looked over at him and started laughing, both of your faces were bright red. Which caused everyone else that was inside to laugh.

"We..." (Y/n) said trying to find their words. "Well technically that's up to him, traditionally he has to pop the question."

"Why does it gotta be me?" Darry asked with an annoyed tone. Dally gave him a shocked look before looking down at his very interesting almost empty plate.

"I can do it." You tell him crossing your arms, "I'd be more than hsppy to."

"Do it then." Darry challenges, not believing you're actually gonna do it.

"Want me to wait for Sodapop to get out of the shower?" You ask with a smirk.

"No, no, go right ahead."

Pony rushed to the bathroom door and yells to Soda.

"Get out here! (Y/n)s gonna propose!"

Two-Bit runs outside and grabs Steve pulling him in the house while telling him what he's missed.

The shower cuts off immediately and Soda comes out with a shower wrapped around his waist, Johnny and you laugh.

You search your jean pockets and sigh, nothing. You go over to your backpack laying on the couch and pull and smile before pulling out a small black pouch.

Darrys face drops he didn't actually think you had anything let alone carried it with you. Two-Bit starts laughing covering his mouth, Steve's got his jaw to the floor and Dally's hiding a smile

"(y/n) wait." Darry said getting up.

"Nope not a chance." You say going towards him. "Now's actually a perfect time, most of the families here and you look absolutely perfect-"

"(Y/n)." Darry states, he grabs both of your hands and stares you down. "Let me get mine if we're doing this."

Your mouth is left agape as Darry runs upstairs, the boys are literally screaming at this development. Darry comes back down a few minutes later with a gold wedding band, you pull out of the bag a silver band.

"Holy shit." Johnny says.

"Do we both get on a knee then?" You ask laughing.

"I don't know." Darry says smiling.

"Here," you say getting down on a knee, "I'll go first."

Darry looks down at you and can't stop laughing, his entire face is red as a cherry.

"Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr."

"Not the full name." Soda groans out, the group laughs and you try to continue.

"I have loved you since Middle School, yes I know it's horribly embarrassing, and you are the most kind hearted, caring, loving, stubborn, brave, and the man of my dreams."

"Cheesy!" Two-Bit calls out. Steve elbows him in the side, making him yelp.

You laugh despite the tears filling your eyes;

"You introduced me to the best family I've ever gotten to know and I love you, your brothers, the entire gang with my entire soul and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, through every bit of bullshit, and every fight, and every incredibly perfect moment."

Darry laughs, taking one hand away to wipe a tear away from his face.

"So," you ask. "Will you marry me?"

"Say no." Two-Bit whispers, another jab from Steve despite Two-Bits chuckles.

"Yes." Darry says blushing, the entire gang cheers and Darry picks you up to kiss him, you give him the ring and he slips in on.

"Hey!" Soda yells, "I don't remember being asked for permission!"

You and Darry part still smiling.

"I asked y'all last week if you were cool with it." You say laughing.

"You asked if we were cool with the idea." Soda says.

"Same thing!" You counter.

"Hold on!" Two-Bit says we gotta check out the ring.

The entire gang gets up and moved you aside so they can inspect the ring, if Darry wasn't laughing he'd probably push them out of the way to get back to you.

Dally holds out the hand and everyone inspects it.

"Where'd you buy this from?" Steve asks.

"I had a friend show me out to make them."

"Bullshit you didn't make this!" Dally says.

"That's how I got this fucking burn scar!" You say pointing to your right hand.

Dally goes over to inspect the scar thinking that it will plainly tell him if you're lying or not.

"Yeah That's real." He says letting go of your hand.

"Ok, ok." Darry says moving out of the crowd and going back over to you.

"I thought you said this happened at work." He picks up your hand and inspects it.

"I lied." You say shrugging. "I promise I won't lie to you again, I just didn't know how to get past it."

Darry presses several kisses to the now scared area of your hand, and then kneels down taking both of your hands. You laugh as he pulls out his ring for you.

"(y/f/n)-"

"Yes." You say automatically.

Darry laughs and opens his mouth to continue.

"Yes." You say again.

"Will you let me finish?" He asks laughing.

You laugh and finally let him finish.

"I fell in love with you in Highschool, I remember the exact day I noticed it, you were at one of our games and we had won, everyone was in the field and you ran right into me and apologized before fixing my helmet."

"Oh God not that one." You groan out.

"Your face grew red just from talking to me, and I thought to myself; "How long have I thought they were that cute." And after our first date that weekend, I didn't want to envision a future without you in it."

You started to cry and laugh at the same time.

"I wanna marry you, I want to grow old with you, I want you, every bit of you, for the rest of our lives, because I love you and everyday you show me that I love you a little more than the day before."

"So, (y/n)."

"Say no!" Pony and Soda yell, "He didn't ask anyone for permission like you did!"

"Will you marry me?" Darry asks.

"Say no!" Dally yells.

"Yes!" You say.

Darry smiles and you tackle him to the ground, leaving kisses on every possible surface of his skin you can kiss.

You can hear the boys either catcalling or booing.

"You can do better (y/n)!"

Darry flips them the bird ashe pulls you in for a kiss, then he takes the ring and slips it on you. When you two part and get up, the boys gather around you to see the ring.

"I would've said no." Two-Bit says, "Yours was much better and your ring was hand made, this ain't nothing compared to yours."

"Oh absolutely!" Soda says, "I can't believe he didn't even ask us if we were ok with him marrying you. Very disrespectful young man, are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Darry pulls him back and Soda runs off laughing, Darry chasing after him, before tackling him nesr the door.

Dally pulls you into a hug which at first shocks you but then he says:

"If he doesn't treat you right we'll fix him for you."

When he lets you go, Pony holds you next.

"You alright Pony?" You ask.

"Better than alright." He says, "Thought Johnny and I would have to hide the ring for you to find."

"You two planned this did you?" You ask laughing.

He nods and you grab Johnny and pull him into a hug with you and Pony which he eagerly accepts.

After giving and receiving hugs and congratulations from the gang, somehow you find yourself being pulled outside by Darry into the bed of his truck.

He kisses you under the stars in every place possible (without taking off your clothes), until you're both out of breath and even then he still wants more of you.

"I love you." You whisper to him.

"I love you too." Darry says and goes back to kissing you. "I love you (y/n)." He whispers against your lips, your hands, your cheeks until you're both giggling and starting to get a little cold.

Someone knocks on the trucks bed hard enough that you both jump apart and catch Two-Bit laughing as he runs away for the evening.

Darry helps you out, Dally and Steve aren't in the house, Johnny and Pony are on the couch talking.

"Johnny," you say coming in. "You wanna stay here tonight?"

"...If it's alright." He says.

"Of course it is." You say going to get the spare pillow and blankets.

"Do you want any jammies?"

Pony laughs and Johnny hides his red face in the couch.

"Love," Darry says kissing your shoulder. "They're teenagers, they don't say: "Jammies" anymore."

"PJs?" You ask but it somehow makes it worse.

Pony hands him some comfortable clothes for sleeping and you and Darry head upstairs to go to bed. You pull Darry close to you, his arms circling your waist, you can feel his smile as he pressed kisses into your hair.

"Thank you." You say into his chest.

"For what?' He asks, you look up at him and smile.

"For making my life a dream come true."

[oneshotnewbie]

Can I request Spencer Hasting where she is Hella protective over Reader? Maybe Reader gets attacked by A when she is alone on the way home from the gym or so and she gets hurt and she calls Spencer for help. Spencer is all mad and angry but lovingly patching up Readers bruises and cuts while telling her that she can't get alone outside now without her because she doesn't want that Reader gets hurt otherwise and more badly? They are pretty close, closer than the other girls

Spencers cell phone rang in her normal ringtone, roused her from her thoughts and made her startle for a moment. The file that she had fed with various information from A since the second it got more dangerous, fell annoyed in front of her on the wooden table while she let herself fall back on the couch, exhausted.

She looked at the ceiling and groaned while massaging the sore spots on her temples. She took a few deep breaths to calm down before she fumbled for the cell phone on the table, thinking that you had texted her that you were coming in late from your gym session.

Broken ribs and bruised lips. My anger grows and I am always close. Tell Dr. Sullivan or anyone about me and your beloved Y/N will pay the price.

- A 💋

Skipping the lines several times, the brown-haired tried to get a meaningful result from the first lines of the repulsive text before your photo popped up on her phone screen and she answered immediately.

"Spenc?" her name echoed muffled through the receiver, the pain in your voice couldn't be overheard. The scraping of the iron carabiners from your bag and the rattling of your bracelets and rings on the cold floor gave her cause of concern and she pricked up her ears. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"Not really," you said in a whisper and dared to try to lift yourself off the ground, but in vain. Instead, you cried out and Spencer was on alert, her tiredness was gone. "What happened?"

"I was attacked by A's henchmen."

As soon as the last words left your lips, her eyes opened wide in shock and her tiredness was overtaken by anger. With a skillful push off the couch, the brunette grabbed the file and jumped up the stairs to her room where she placed the papers in her safe hiding place and rushed down to grab her car keys. "Where are you?"

"I'm down the street from your house at the intersection." you panted out as you looked around, trying to stand up again.

You definitely knew that you had at least one bruised rib.

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After Spencer found you where you let her know beforehand, she helped you into her car and drove you to her home, but only at your request. You didn't want to go to the hospital or home for your parents to ask questions about your condition and you knew the brunettes were out and about in New York.

Tenderly and with one arm around your waist to support you, she helped you into the house and gently sat you down on the couch before taking off your jacket and ordering you to lie down. "I should drive you to the hospital to be on the safe side. I can treat scratches, a bleeding lip and bruises, but I can't X-ray your rib."

While you threw yourself agonizingly on the couch with a small scream, you waved your hand negatively and she rolled her eyes. She literally bit her teeth at cement because of your stubbornness.

"It's not broken so I am not going to die, Spenc." did you joke and you could tell by her turn from the fridge and look that she didn't like it at all. "A couple of pain pills and cool packs and I will be fine."

"It could all have turned out much worse!" she shouted from the kitchen before joining you and handing you an ice pack in a kitchen towel. "Put that on your lip, stupid." You smiled thankfully and immediately pressed it onto the wound and the cool made you moan out.

While she disappeared from your sight again to get the rest utensils to mend you from the bathroom, you heard her cursing. She hated it when you got hurt and there was nothing she could do about it except watch and fix you after. This has been the case since kindergarten; if you fell of the swing, she was angry and wouldn't let you on it. If you got your heart broken, she broke the guy in different ways.

Spencer was always protective of you and always blamed herself when she wasn't around to protect you from the pain.

"Y/N? Are you still there?" you heard her drowning out your thoughts.

You hadn't noticed that she was sitting on the small table in front of you and was already starting to soak the cotton pads with disinfectant and laying out the plasters.

With a questioning and slightly worried look that she underlined with a raised eyebrow, the brunette looked you in the eyes. She was trying to figure out what you were thinking about and where you got stuck. "Everything okay? Maybe I should call Winn."

"No, I am fine. Trust me." you tried to calm her down and Spencer knew she could trust you. You were always honest with her, no matter what, so she could count on you to let her know if you were going to feel worse.

With a nod she began to wipe the already dried blood from your chin and lip with the cotton pad and you hissed when the disinfectant hit the open wound. Your teeth clenched together, you clutched at the fabric of the couch in pain. "I don't want you to go anywhere by yourself until we know who A is or how many of them are out there."

"Why? It could have happened to any of us."

"No." she sighed and wanted to change the cotton pad but you stopped her moving with a gentle grip on her wrist as you looked at her intently. She was hiding something from you.

Reluctantly, she dropped everything on the table and pulled her cell phone out of her jacket. Without a word she opened the message she got before your call and stretched the screen in front of your face.

Confused, you took her phone in your hands and read through the lines while she silently went back to patching you up. You kept going through this rhyme and you knew what was going on in Spencer at that moment; she was terrified. She underlined her anger and fear for you by screaming at you desperately, unintentionally. "Damn, you are so stubborn! Please listen to me just once, please! You are not invulnerable!"

"Spencer, calm down." you tried to calm her down, her face was already completely red. "SPENCER!"

She interrupted her panic and looked at you with wide eyes and open mouth. "I promise I won't go out without Han, Aria, Em or you anymore. But please, calm down okay? Nothing happened."

"Listen, if anything happens to you - and we're not talking about bruises or scratches - I will go berserk."

You chuckled about that sentence and looked at her. Her gaze was serious, the brunettes cheeks flushed in only a light red. She tried to swallow her anger by watching you and your movements, looking at your smile and that shine in your eyes that despite the last few years of terror wasn't gone.

You were tough, and she had to be it too.

"I am serious, I will track down A and kill that bitch when she tears off a single hair off of you."

[4joonkookie]

Mirror, Mirror.

➹ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

➹ Words: 3K

➹ Summary:

(smutty) You tell Jungkook that you don’t want to talk. He makes sure to keep you quiet. OR

(Angsty) Your established, long-distance relationship with Jungkook has reached an impasse. OR

(Angsty & Smutty) Jungkook makes you take a long, hard look at yourself.

➹ Tags/Warnings:

SMUT, Established Relationship, Long Distance Relationship, Public Sex, Car Sex, Clothed Sex, Rushed Sex, Mirror Sex, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Dubious Consent, Blowjob, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, (Jungkook literally pulls up a chair to eat you out), Fingering, Rough Sex, Mouth Covering, Shoving, Angry Sex, Drinking, Embarrassment, Spanking, ANGST, Failure to Communicate, Commitment Issues, Avoidant Behavior, Female Character with Fuckboi!Tendancies, Petty!Jungkook, Unresolved Ending, Ending up to Reader Interpretation, Easter Eggs?

**

You’re late on purpose.

You told Jungkook you couldn’t make it until just about when the cars would be leaving to take the boys and their group to the event.

He greets you with a kiss at the door when you rush in, dressed and ready to the hotel room everyone gathers in. You eagerly greet and catch up with the others. Jungkook knowingly raises his eyebrow at you.

He doesn’t deserve this and you’re not proud of it but you aren’t ready to talk about it. Everything was left in the air last you saw each other and there’s a lot to discuss. You managed to get away from work for just 1 night, so, you plan on avoiding it until your next visit, maybe another 2 weeks.

That would give you enough time to think about it, about what you would say. It might give you time to come up with a good reason why he’s completely wrong about this.

So, you settle for getting ready for a formal event in the airport bathroom. That’s how badly you don’t want to talk about it.

A voice announces that the cars are here and people fuss at themselves in the full length mirror before corralling out the door. Soon, it’s just you left, touching up your red lipstick. You almost never wear it but hope It hides your total cowardice.

Jungkook approaches you from behind in the mirror.

Can we talk about it?”, he asks your reflection.

“I’m not sure now is a good time”, you say as casually as possible.

“Well, will there be a good time before you leave tomorrow morning? We never finished talking...”

“We weren’t talking, we were arguing.”, you interrupt and pull his arms around you from behind, hands laced at your waist. “Look, we have one night. And I have to leave for the airport by 7:30 tomorrow.”

He pauses before he speaks. “No you don’t.”, he says plainly. Silence hangs heavy in the air.

You take a breath. “But I will.” You shrug and sigh, still in his arms.

“So, the answer to my question is ‘no’, you plan on avoiding the topic until….”

“...until I come back.”, you finish, trying to sound optimistic.

He pulls his hands from around you and steps away from you.. “In 2 weeks.”, he scoffs. “So, what, you’re here to get fucked and leave?”

You turn to face him and tell the truth. “I miss you, baby.” You plant a soft, closed kiss on his lips. “I'm here to see you.”, you inspect his mouth for any trace of lipstick. “Besides….would it be the worst thing if I came for one night just to get fucked?”, you tease, turning to the mirror again.

He snickers, “...no”. He kisses your neck and shifts his crotch against your ass. “I just worry you think this problem won’t be here when you get back.”

“Please, Jungkook, I just want to be with you, I don’t want to fight. There’s no chance we could solve this in a night anyway.”

Jimin renters the room to gather you. “We need to go_”, he stops when he sees Jungkook’s worried reflection. “Everything ok?”

Jungkook abruptly drops his arms from you. “We’re having an argument,'' he announces. “but we’re not talking about it.” He moves to hold the door open and gestures for you and Jimin to exit before him.

Ugh. Brat.

The back of the private car is your proverbial doghouse as you both sip your cocktails in silence, Jungkook obviously agitated. You sit next to each other, such a big space for just 2 people. A small gap between you feels wider than ever.

“I’m sorry. I’m just not ready”, you finally say, lamely.

“It’s fine,'' he replies quickly. “You don’t want to talk, we won’t.” He finishes one drink and pours another.

You stay quiet, still without the right words. He looks at you and thinks for a long time. You almost ask if he’s ok when he finally speaks.

“You look really good.”, he abruptly spits out and laughs as if he’s missed something that had been in front of him the whole time. “I’m sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I wanted to tell you in the mirror.“

You’re relieved with his light-heartedness and grateful for the effects of alcohol as you close the gap between you, placing your hand on his closest thigh.

The cabin is dimly lit with a bluish light. Jungkook brings his face so close to yours, tingles go down your spine. He smells like a mixture of cologne and liquor.

“I like your pretty red lips.”, he hums, voice deep and low. His eyes, dark in the dim light. “And if you’re not going to use them to talk...”, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip and leaning in to whisper, “...I want them wrapped around my cock.” He moves his hand back and tugs at your hair.

You waste no time. The area of the car is spacious enough that you can get to your knees below him. You work together to pull his trousers down far enough to expose his pretty leaking cock.

You start a long lick with a flat tongue at the base of his shaft and up to the tip. You hollow your cheeks and fully engulf him on the way back down, knowing it’s just a matter of time before you arrive.

He guides your head as you diligently slide up and down, slurping and occasionally stopping to hold the tip at the back of your throat. Soon, his hips lift on every trip down, squirming and unable to hold back the prettiest whines.

“Look at me”, Jungkook urges. You turn your head to the side to look up and run your tongue up a vein on the side of his shaft.

“So good, noona.”, he says with his eyes rolling backward with a smirk. He pushes your head down harder, driving you to increase the pace.

He fills your mouth with a groan. You swallow, eager to take whatever he gives you.

The car comes to a stop and you pull yourself together enough to get to the bathroom inside to check your lipstick.

***

Wherever you are, it’s huge. A massive hall with doors that seemed to go on forever. The party and guests, relegated to one (very big) room.

As the guests and your group get toasted and social, it becomes easier to step away from your unresolved issues than you thought. Jungkook and the boys are laughing and enjoying themselves. Everyone’s guard is down, including you.

That’s why you love these types of events. The ones with no cameras or staff, where boys can bring dates or just be themselves. There’s so many of these things you CAN'T go to; another point of contention between you and Jungkook.

Here, when everyone can just be together without a camera, it seems easy. The last moments of your previous visit begin to replay in your mind, as you watch Jungkook charm the room.

“What are you so afraid of?”, his voice echoes in your mind. Suddenly, the mellow tone of the room fades and it feels stifling and small, heat flooding to your chest.

You make your way to the entry doors. Maybe to get some air, or make an escape, you’re not sure. You calmly peek outside the big room to the empty big hall with endless doors. Before the door can close behind you, Jungkook peeks out, whispering and smiling. “Where are you going?”, worries obviously set aside. His face is comforting and makes it feel like you can breathe again.

“Exploring.”, you whisper back with a wink and extend your hand. He offers a cheeky smile and accepts.

You tipsily giggle down the hall into an empty room. It’s identical to the room the party is in, only this one is empty and one wall is made of full mirrors, like some kind of performance and rehearsal room.

You kiss and stumble into a corner. He takes both of your drink glasses and places them on the floor. He grabs your body so you face away and you’re looking at your reflections again.

“We were like this.” his lips are on your neck again and a hand sneaks up the slit in your dress and inside your thigh. “...when I saw how you looked in the mirror at the hotel.” He lets out a gratified sigh and slips his fingers effortlessly into you.

“Jungkook!”, you scold, doing your best not to sink into his sensation but it’s too late now. Your body is a step ahead of your mind and you’re moving your hips in time with his fingers. You place both hands on the mirror in front of you to brace yourself.

“What?”, he says innocently, still speaking to the mirror. You came here to get fucked and leave right? ”, pushing fingers in and out of your entrance. “Anyway”, he continues, “You know better. You should’ve showed up earlier so I could fuck you before we had to leave. You knew we’d end up like this.”

His skilled fingers stir inside you so delightfully that you close your eyes. He puts a squeezing hand on your shoulder to alert you.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror, baby. I want you to see what I see.” You make an effort to keep your eyes on the mirror but shriek when he lays a hard spank on you, cold rings intensifying the sting. He quickly removes his fingers to unbutton himself, lowering his pants again.

“Jungkook...”, you start, fussing to pull your dress down and yammering in panic about how you ‘can’t do this here’ and ‘what happens if we get caught?’.

He grins arrogantly and uses a hand to cover your mouth and pushes at the small of your back with the other so you're bent in front of him again, your hands propped against the glass. Your heart races when he lines his tip to your core.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He thrusts himself into without warning. You let out a shocked moan. “Maybe we can talk about it when you come back in 2 weeks”, he taunts as he sets his rhythm.

Petty brat.

All thoughts wash away as you watch him take you in the mirror with punishing thrusts, so heavy, your eyes are closing again as you feel the brunt. He digs his nails into your shoulder.

“Eyes Open.”, he reminds, never breaking stride. Your bodies echo lewdly in the empty room. “You flew a long way for this, I want you to see everything.” His hand is pressed tight to your mouth and using his free hand on your shoulder to steady you, exhibiting you in the mirror.

Your eyes are open but they’re watching Jungkook. Sweat runs down his neck. You’re terrified to be caught but relish watching him take your body for himself, happy to shut up and watch.

“I could fuck you like this everyday if you wanted, noona.”, he menaces. You whimper behind his gripped hand. “Wouldn’t you like it if I could spoil this pussy everyday?”.

You can only nod in the mirror.

“I wish I could do it every day, baby.” Hand tight on your mouth, he pulls back on your body so his teeth can reach your neck. Arms off the mirror, Jungkook marks you.

When he releases your neck, he directs: “Touch yourself, baby. I want you to watch yourself come with my hand wrapped around your pretty mouth.”

You collect the abundant slick from around Jungkook’s cock at your opening to run your fingers to your clit. The other hand props yourself up against the mirror, back arched. You fight to stay focused on the mirror, the sensation on your clit making your legs buckle. Your whimpers are stifled behind his palm.

“That’s it, baby, that’s so good. His eyes are glued at your moving fingers, eyes egging you on. The warmth building at your center takes over you when he whispers.

“I'm gonna make you walk back into that room with my cum still dripping out of you.”

You gasp when he releases his grip on your face to replace your hand and continues to circle fingers around your clit while he thrusts deeper into you, and both of your moans resounding off the walls.

He grunts, slows, and lets himself fall out of you . Cum, already dripping down your thighs.

“I’ll see you in there.” He quickly buttons himself and leaves, his footsteps echoing through the empty room until the door closes.

His intentional coldness hurts but you can’t help

but feel that you deserve it. You clean up as best you can before rejoining the group.

***

You casually approach the group in the full room hoping you appear somewhat put together.

They stand in a circle and Hoseok looks at you from across. One arm around his date, he dabs a finger from the other hand underneath his bottom lip. “You’ve got a little…”

“...lipstick.”,Jimin pipes in from beside you and uses his own thumb to wipe the smeared lipstick.

“And a little…” Yoongi starts and dabs a finger in the same motion as Hoseok, only on the side of his neck.

Jimin pulls long strands of hair over your shoulder to cover the fresh bruise Jungkook marked into your neck.

Taehyung turns to Jungkook who has a shit-eating grin on his face. A few in the crew exchange glances and soon a knowing giggle ripples through the group. Blood hits your cheeks.

“What did I miss?��� Seokjin says, looking at Jimin.

“They were fighting but now they’ve made up. Now You’re all caught up.”, Jimin chides.

“We didn’t make up.”, Jungkook corrects, his cheery disposition quickly fading. “She said she’s here for a night to get laid. I’m just making sure she gets what she came for.”

He walks away and leaves you to deal with the silence.

Namjoon expertly changes the attention and subject by asking about your job. He must know it’s your preferred way to avoid any real conversation.

The party winds down, the room slowly empties and guests make their way back to their cars.

The car ride home is silent, buzzes fading and exhaustion setting in. You make it back to his room when Jungkook finally speaks.

“You don’t get to be mad at me, you know.”

“Yes, I do.”, you snap back. “I just know I deserve it.”

“No, you don’t.”, he says, a flash of guilt passing over his face. “I just want you to talk to me. And we don't even need to solve any_.”

You’re relieved when he abruptly stops himself and raises 2 surrendering hands in the air. He mimics zipping his lips and winks.

No talking.

He shoves you so you fall back on the bed and pulls up a nearby chair to the edge, looking more determined than ever. He crawls above you and pushes your long dress up over your hips and opts to keep himself quiet instead of you. Diving in right away, he uses 2 fingers to spread your lips apart to give a straight licks before attaching to your exposed clit. He moans while he sucks, sending little vibrations through your center. He laps at you like he can’t get enough.

You start to squirm so he hooks an arm around one of your thighs in the air and the other hand to pin your 2nd thigh flat to the bed.

Hunched over, he continues work on you. You cover your own mouth with your hands while he flicks and sucks furiously on your clit, refusing to let up until your legs shake and he fights your thighs, eager to clamp shut around him.

Your hands drop from your face and shamelessly scream when you come, hands gripping the sheets.

He crawls up to kiss you, tasting him and yourself. He lays his head on your chest and squeezes your body tight. You stroke his head until he falls asleep. You close your eyes too, and when you open them again, the sun shines through the window and it’s time to leave.

You fuss in the bathroom mirror. Sleepy face Jungkook slides behind you and groans, voice still rough with sleep. He buries his face in your neck then lifts to look at your reflections. You both smile at the familiar position. He takes steps to turn on the shower and finds his way to you again.

He begins: “I know we’re not talking about it now….”, you flinch from his touch at the mention. He gets closer to you anyway, happy to press up against your thorny exterior. He continues, “but in 2 weeks, I’m going to ask you again. He presses his forehead against your temple and you listen, watching the mirror.

“Quit your stupid job. Please. Stay with me. And you don’t need to have an answer. But we have to talk about it.”

You nearly made it through this unscathed but two strokes to midnight, you finally snap.

“And talk about what, Jungkook? How you’ll be gone months at a time?, eyes on your own terrored expression in the mirror. “How I should uproot my life so I can live in random hotels basically alo_”. He turns you to face him and places his index finger over your running lips before you can finish.

“It’s 7:30. You need to leave if you’re going to catch your flight.” He moves his finger to kiss your lips.

He enters the shower without a word, confident you’ll be gone when he gets out.

PART 2/4 HERE

[atsuwiee]

accidentally confessing to your bestfriend! enhypen.

because, this actually happened to me irl- they ended up liking me back as well so this scenario (?) is purely based on what happened to me lmaoo

warnings: i think i put in some swear words- and slight angst on jay's part lol

also this is kinda long so be rEadY ?? anyways enjoy wie woo

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

heeseung

it was a normal weekend hangout at your place with heeseung, though he had noticed you were acting a bit strange when he arrived. both of you were at your room and your eyes were glued to your phone, thumbs moving at a fast pace, while heeseung was on the floor playing a video game alone. for the longest time you've had a crush on heeseung and you had planned on telling him countless of times but you didn't know when to- while texting your other friends about him and them persuading you to go on and tell him now- you feel your phone get grabbed out of your hands. "hey give me that!" you say as you reached for your phone only to be pushed back into the bed (playfully) by heeseung. "you're texting your crush, aren't you?" he said playfully as he kept your phone out of reach. "shut up and give it back, lee heeseung!" heeseung didn't listen to you at all instead he got on top of and started to tickle your sides. "tell me who! and i'll stop" he said as he got closer to your face, slowly the redness of your cheeks become evident. "as if!" you scoff as he continued to tickle you. "gosh, okay, okay! heeseung it's you!" you say in between laughter only for this to stop when you realized what you had just said. "i- okay i didn't mean that-" you say as you cover your mouth. "you like me?" "yeah dumbass-" you were cut off by his lips that pressed onto your cheek. "i like you too, cutie"

jay

playing the famous game never have i ever with jay at a literal ungodly hour, out of boredom, you both had been going back and forth at each other for any potential blackmail material you (both) could use. jay paused for a little longer than usual, trying to formulate his question. "aw, did you run out of questions?" you teased him. "no- oh i got one!" he says excitedly. "this is going to be such a cliché question but, never have i ever fallen in love with my bestfriend" jay said with a cheeky smile. "i want to hear your answer first" you say, trying to hide whatever you might spill out of your mouth. "never" he said, this only made your heart ache knowing he doesn't even like you back. "uh-" you paused for a bit making jay raise a brow "what? cat got your tongue?" he said in a playful tone. "well, i have... never..." you say while avoiding eye contact. "are you lying?" he asked as he got closer to your face. "me? lying? why would i be lying about having a crush on..." "crush on?" he asked, prodding into your attempted lie. "you" you say out loud. "you have a crush on me?" jay asked he distanced himself a bit from you. "yeah jongseong, so what? you don't even like me back" you say as you stood up. "i wasn't supposed to tell you until i was ready" you say. "i'm sorry" jay apologized. when you had left, jay wanted to tell you that he really liked you back- but how could he? he said "never" when he actually had a crush on his bestfriend.

jake

jake continued on and on, discussing about the topics you were struggling in physics. you had called him over to tutor you, but when he came to your aid, it appears you had gotten more distracted and jake noticed this as he saw you writing on your journal instead of taking a look at your notes and your textbook. "hey, y/n, are you even listening?" jake said while he snapped his fingers in front of you. "yeah, i am-" you said and quickly looked up from your journal. jake nodded and continued but once he did, your head was in your journal again- eyes glued to whatever you were writing. "okay, clearly you aren't listening, give me that-" he said as he grabbed your journal out of your hands. "i am listening!" you protest, jake was curious on what you were writing so he took a look. "i think i can't focus because of him... why am i even in love with him? wait- you're in love with me?" he asked as he pointed to himself. "stop reading that!" you say as you grabbed your journal out of his hands. your cheeks grew red, and you were quick to grab your textbook to cover your flustered face. you could hear jake giggle and moved the textbook from your face, he kisses your forehead softly and smiles. "well now we got that clarified- shall we continue, y/n?"

sunghoon

"are you free today?" sunghoon asked. "well, i'm not doing anything at the moment so, i guess i'm free today- also are you alright? you sound sad" you say hinting out the tone of his voice. "i just feel tired..." he says. "so uh- do you want to go to the amusement park with me?" he asks. "didn't you say you were tired? you need rest" "please? i just want to unwind with you for a bit" you then said yes later on to his offer. "okay meet you there in twenty minutes" you said as you hung up on the phone so you could get ready. both of you were having fun on the rides and games- not until he pointed to the rollercoaster and practically begged you to go on it. "i-" "pleasee, i'll hold your hand if you're scared" he said with a smile, you couldn't resist this man so both of you went on it. sunghoon knows nothing about your fear of heights so when the ride was about to drop from it's peak you held his hand tightly shouting "i fucking hate rollercoasters- i also wanted you to know i love you a lot, hoon, like a lot lot-!" sunghoon had heard everything and held tight onto your hand. after the ride you both had sat down on a bench. "did you mean what you said?" he asked then faced you, your face growing pinkish. "ah so you heard it... yeah i meant everythi-" you were cut off by his soft lips pressed on yours. "i just wanted you to know i love you too, like a lot, y/n"

sunoo

it was a normal afternoon for you both, sunoo was seated on the couch while you lay down placing your head on his lap, he played with your hair while you played a game on your phone. sunoo brushing your hair with his fingers and at times he'd braid some strands of it too. you were starting to get bored from your game and decided to exit the app to go onto your social media, but sunoo was watching and something on your screen caught his eye. "is that me on your homescreen?" he asked and you were quick to put your phone against your chest. "uh, what?" you asked trying to act clueless. "you used my picture as your wallpaper, you adore that much, don't you?" he said playfully. "ew, who says i have you as my wallpaper?" you asked back while he just scoffed. "i saw it y/n, don't lie~" sunoo said and you sat up from laying down on his lap. "fine" you mumbled out your answer. "do you have a crush on me~?" he asked, more onto the teasing side but you had accidentally spilled your actual answer to him. "haha you bet!" you say with awkward finger guns. "i- uh, need to use the bathroom, be right back!" you say as you quickly headed to the bathroom. sunoo knew what your answer meant, so now he's left there- smiling and giggling on how his best friend likes him back.

jungwon

you had been planning on telling jungwon about how you left through a letter and planned on telling later on the walk back home from school. "y/n" your classmate called before you exited the classroom. "you're a friend of yang jungwon, right?" she asked and you nodded. "could you please give this letter to him? it's regarding the quiz bee thing, i'm one of his teammates" she said as she handed you the folded paper, similar to the love letter (for jungwon) you were holding. "oh okay, i'll give it to him!" you say as you got the letter. "oh thanks, y/n" she said and bid her goodbyes as she left. as you walked beside jungwon back home you remembered the letter from your classmate. "oh jungwon, my classmate said i should give you this letter- its about the quiz bee thing" you said as you stopped walking and looked for it inside your bag. "ugh it's probably another reminder to review" he said as he opened the letter, but then you can see confusion evident in his face. "uh-you give me butterflies every time i see you... uh i don't think this is about the quiz bee-" "what do you mean, let me see?" you say as he shows you the letter. "i- oh my god! i didn't mean to give you that!" you say as you look into your bag again and give the other letter. "here-" "i'll read it when i get home, let me read yours first" he said with a soft smile and intertwined his hands into yours.

ni-ki

"i leave for a minute to use the bathroom and now my phone is missing- riki where the hell did you hide it?" you say, literally flipping all the pillows in your room. "ugh even one of my earbud is missing" you say. "why are you looking at me like that?" riki asks, trying to act clueless. "why are you always hiding my stuff? this isn't even your house!" you say as you walk around your room trying to look for your phone and one of the missing earbud. "please tell me where you hid it" you say as he just laughed and laid down on your bed. "what do i get in return?" he asks playfully. "i'll buy you some bungeoppang" you say, hoping he'll give back what he hid from you. "sounds good! here's your phone now" he says taking it out from under his shirt. "uh, my earbud though?" you say as put your hand out, signaling he give it now. "ah- that's for another deal" he says. "riki just what the fu-" "is jay hyung your boyfriend?" he asked. "no he isn't, where did you get that from?" you asked back. "people were talking about it at school- and i was really offended that you didn't tell your own bff" riki said with (yet again) a playful tone and with a pout. "i don't know why they would say that- because the only guy i'm in love with is you" you impulsively. "you what?" he asked. "i what?" you asked back. "you're in love.... with me?!" riki asks pointing at himself. "you know what- give me back my earbud when i get back, i'll go buy your bungeoppang now- bye!" you ran out the door leaving riki who's a flustered mess now. he then punches the air and you could hear his screams of victory "woo! y/n likes me!" you can hear which makes you more flustered as well.

[vexelier-suix-cipher]

"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"

100% I can!! :D

Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.

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Hifumi Yamada

•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is

•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)

•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️

•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")

•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?

•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.

•And back to work he goes :���

•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.

•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!

•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!

•He felt a bit- different.

•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.

•He needed you closer.

•He needed- you.

•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.

•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.

•Why was he so clingy?

•You already read this script-

•And read that one too-

•Didnt he have things to do?

•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!

•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.

"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."

"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"

•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out

"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."

•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.

•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.

•Which was returned with a loud,

"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"

•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*

•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.

•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear

•He just couldn't hold back!

•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

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Teruteru Hanamura

•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS

•Love Potion exists?

•He probably bought it.

•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.

•He 100% cooks for you.

•Breakfast? In bed.

•Lunch? Made your favorite food.

•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D

•And his food is just 😩 to die for

•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!

•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.

•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him

•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.

•Now for the fun part

•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.

•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.

•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge

•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.

•Drank the damn love potion-

•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.

•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you

•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(

•He still does cook for you though

•And leaves you little snacks

•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)

•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something

•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech

•Hes so nervous oh poor baby

•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-

•He was so embarrassed-

•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen

•He cooks his feelings away

•That is alot of food-

•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him

•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him

•You were worried :(

•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.

•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you

•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.

"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"

"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."

"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"

•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you

•He wanted to confess so badly!!

•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!

•But he was so scared :(

•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence

"I already apologized cher'..."

"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"

"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I-I did..?"

•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.

•You had to shut him up by squishing his face

•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.

•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss

•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence

"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."

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Ryoma Hoshi

•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy

•Where do I start?

•Lets start with

•He's absolute shit at feelings.

•Like really.

•He refused to believe he fell for you.

•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.

•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.

•You get the point.

•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.

•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.

•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went

•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.

•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.

•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!

•Ah shit.

•That damn Kokichi.

•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.

•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.

•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.

"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"

"The what."

"Oops~"

"You little-"

•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.

•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?

•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.

•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.

•No one was allowed in.

•He could feel the effects of the potion working.

•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt

•Fucking hell-

•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.

•He almost cried.

•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!

•And he refused to talk to you!!

•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.

•With no avail.

•Goddammit.

•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.

•He'd confess and leave right after.

•If you said no, that would be the end of it.

•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.

=

•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.

•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking

"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."

•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-

•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.

"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."

•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms

•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body

•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly

•This was nice. He felt....loved.

•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.

"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."

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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-

I absolutely adore these three.

If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!

I had a great time writing this!!

Thanks for requesting!!!

-Vex ∆

[twstgabrielle]

Arthur was having a rather terrible morning. From the moment he'd woken up with the nastiest headache in existence to the moment he'd stumbled out of his bedroom it'd been an absolute disaster. However none of it came close to what was awaiting for him in his living room. The Englishman had stumbled into the room desperately trying to get to his bathroom mirror where he kept the Ibuprofen when he'd quite literally fell face first into the floor. The loud thud of his boney body hitting his hardwood floor sounded out through his apartment. Pain flared up in the areas where he had landed awkwardly, his nose stinging from the harsh impact of his fall.

"OW-! SON OF A BITCH-!"

Arthur hissed in pain, the swear loud throughout his apartment. Wondering why he fell in the first place he pushed himself up onto his elbows, cursing and full of agony. Forcing his throbbing head to turn and take in his living room the Brit glared at the area before his gaze landed on something that wasn't supposed to be there. The moment he processed what he was looking at what irritation he was feeling died rather fast. There laying on his living room floor was a man. He was curled up somewhat, his body limp and unresponsive as he laid there. That in itself was unsettling enough but what really did Arthur in was what was attached to the man. Or more specifically his back.

Two large silvery white wings were attached.

Arthur felt his entire being stiffen in dread and horror as he realized that the man passed out on his floor wasn't something from this world. No he was something from the other side of the veil. The place that had been making Arthur's life a literal hell for his entire life. Throbbing pain long forgotten Arthur scrambled backwards on his bottom fighting the urge to completely lose it. Breathing in a fast and somewhat panicky manner Arthur tried to calm himself down from the threatening anxiety attack that was quickly building up. As he took shaking deep breaths he finally took notice of the stranger's condition. One of his large wings was cut deeply, almost as if it'd been slashed at with claws. Blood was sluggishly coming out of the wound, staining the feathers and his floor. Dark brusies were forming on his chest, barely hidden by his strange clothes.

He was hurt, and rather badly if the wounds were anything to go by.

The Englishman was suddenly hit with conflicting emotions, his already aching head seemingly going haywire as thoughts raced around in it.

'I need to go before he wakes up and sees me, maybe go to Yao's and hide out in the shop for awhile. Ugh but he's hurt, I can't just leave him bleeding on my floor! Creature from the other side or not he's still a living person, at least I think he is. Fucking hell what do I do?????'

His mind screeched running itself in circles as he tried to come to a decision on what he should do. From personal experience he'd learned quite fast that things from the other side of the veil weren't to be messed with. Even those that seemed relatively harmless such as fairies could cause some serious harm in the long run. The young man had been in far too many situations where a prank from fairies had harmed him in some way, shape, or form. And they were just fairies, low level type of creatures. Arthur had only experienced two instances where he had ran into things from the other side that were extremely dangerous and he never wanted to go through that again. But another part of Arthur, the one that wasn't logic driven couldn't seem to turn his back on the wounded creature. Arthur had always been a person who was driven more by his heart than his head. When it came down to it he always followed his heart. It was the main reason why he'd always got into fights.

Staring at the unconscious stranger Arthur chewed at his bottom lip mindlessly, thinking. After a moment or so the Englishman finally let out a frustrated groan. With a bit of effort he somewhat moved himself back within reach of the stranger and pulled at the sweater that he was wearing. Yanking it off he placed it on the bleeding gashes on the large limb and pressed it to help stop the bleeding.

"Kirkland you really are a bloody moron, for Christ sake."

He growled at himself lowly as he pressed the sweater that was slowly becoming a deep crimson color to the wound. He remained in this position for a few minutes before deeming it alright to stop applying pressure. Getting up onto his feet the young Brit practically sped walked to his bathroom and began to dig under his sink. After searching for a minute or two he finally found what he was looking for and grabbed it. Rushing back into his living room Arthur began to do his work. Removing the now ruined sweater Arthur took a look at the gashes before grabbing a wet rag that he had and began to clean the wounds. A small pained whimper came from the unconscious being, making Arthur flinch at the sound. Once all the dried blood was cleared up Arthur swore under his breath as he finally got a good look at the gashes.

There were about four of them on the wing, and they were incredibly deep. Even though Arthur had put pressure on them they still continued to bleed even if lightly. It occurred to him that he was possibly going to have to switch the wounds up and wrap them. Reaching for the medical box he'd grabbed Arthur popped it open and began to look for the medical thread and sewing needle. It didn't take long for him to find them and he quickly began to get them ready and then with a gentle but firm grip on the wing to hold it still Arthur began the process. As soon as he'd gotten started the creature let out another pained cry, making Arthur shush him softly.

"Shhh, I know you can't really hear me but it'll be over soon. I'll be finished in a jiffy, and then you'll feel a lot better. Just be patient lad."

The Englishman spoke softly and soothingly. The creature seemed to relax at his voice and went back to being limp in his unconscious state. From then on Arthur continued to work, switching the flesh back together and cooing softly at the being whenever he'd tense in his rest. Arthur had no idea how long he'd sat there and worked, putting his wing back together and then applying healing ointment and wrapping it. But by the time he was done his fingers were stained with blood and gently throbbed from working so much. However he wasn't done yet, as he gently turned the winged stranger over a bit careful of his wing and applied more ointment to the large bruises that painted his chest. Once he was finished Arthur then gently picked him up, his arms and legs shaking a bit before making his way back to his bedroom. When the injured man was tucked into Arthur's bed and covered in his blankets the Englishman quietly made his way out of the bedroom and back into the living room closing the door behind him. In a somewhat daze Arthur dragged himself to his kitchen to make some tea. As he got the kettle going and got his teacup and sugar and teabag it finally began to really hit him.

Nearly collapsing into his chair, Arthur felt his hands begin to shake slightly from the stress of the events that had occurred. Placing his face into his hands Arthur let himself drown in his thoughts. He'd done something he'd never done before. Had done something that could potentially get him killed. With a harsh, shaky sigh Arthur stared at his kitchen table through his fingers.

'What have you gotten yourself into now Arthur?'

~~~~~

Pain.

All he felt was pain in his chest and wing. Sharp and stinging and overwhelming. Then he felt something sharp pierce the tender and shredded flesh of his injured wing, an invisible force pulling it back together. He let out a pained whimper wanting it to stop.

'Please stop it hurts. I just want to go home please just let me go home....'

His cloudy thought begged. Then a voice spoke to him. Soft and smooth, gentle as a butterfly's wings. A voice full of warmth and comfort.

"Shhh, I know you can't really hear me but it'll be over soon. I'll be finished in a jiffy, and then you'll feel a lot better. Just be patient lad."

The mysterious voice said to him. It made him feel safe, as if nothing in the world could hurt him as long as he was near the voice. He felt his body relax at it, drifting in the sea of unconsciousness. Every time he felt pain and cried out the voice would talk to him, soft and reassuring. With each word it said the more he began to notice somewhat. It was accented and familiar yet unfamiliar. It made his already swimming mind more confused. He wanted to come back to the world so he could see who this voice was. He wanted to ask, wanted to open his eyes yet his body didn't respond to his wishes. Too weak and in pain to really do much else other than rest. His mind went back into the dark shortly after.

Warmth.

He was surrounded by warmth.

The angel finally opened his eyes, the world bright and fuzzy. Blinking a few times he began to actually see what was in front of him. A small room full of books, a desk in the corner with small trinkets and a strange rectangle that he recognized as a laptop. Confused he then took note that he was in a bed, blankets wrapped around him to keep him warm. Staring a bit he couldn't help but feel a sense of recognition. This room.......he'd seen this room before.......but where.......?

Suddenly he was hit with memories. The confrontation with the demon with red eyes and silver hair, the pain he felt when his sharp claws tore through his wing. Him barely managing to get away and landing in the room before passing out. Why was he attacked by the demon? He was doing something.......

'Arthur. The demon had attacked Arthur.'

The thought made Feliciano sudden hyper aware, his hazy thoughts becoming crystal clear as he remembered his charge. Without a thought the angel flung up in the bed, his eyes wide with panic before the sudden agony hit him. His wing burned like a hot iron making him cry out. In his pained panic he began to struggle against the blankets not realizing that he was close to the edge of the bed. Feli toppled over the edge letting out a startled yelp as he fell. His body hit the floor harshly making him cry out again and tears spring to his eyes at the pain. The angel struggled to try and get his bearings when the sounds of footsteps rushing towards the bedroom was heard. Feli barely managed to not scream as the door flew open. The angel's head snapped up and he stiffened. Standing in the doorway with a concerned and frazzled look was his charge Arthur Kirkland. The Englishman was looking at him in a dumbfounded manner, his usually messy blonde hair even more messier. His green eyes were wide and boring into the angel with shock, his mouth opened in a gaping manner. The two stared at each other, Feliciano practically frozen in his place in a stunned silence. Arthur seemed to snap out of his shock first and the baffled look became one of concern. Without much thought Arthur reached out to him and with a gentle yet strong grip he began to help Feli off of the floor.

"Bloody hell mate! You need to be more careful, for God's sake I just managed to get your wounds fixed up! The last thing I need to you to do is pop your stitches and bleed out! Damnit are you okay-"

Arthur began to say and question, unaware of the angel's stunning shock. Feliciano just stared at his charge, unable to believe what was happening. Arthur was a human and because he was human he shouldn't be able to touch him. He shouldn't be able to talk to him. For Heaven's sake Arthur shouldn't even be able to see him! Yet here he was doing all of that like it was no big deal. Feli opened his mouth and then closed it before opening it again.

"You can see me?"

The Italian blurted out making the Brit's questioned ramblings come to a halt. Thick eyebrows furrowed in confusion on the man's face.

"What?"

Arthur asked not getting it.

"You, you can see me how can you see me? Humans aren't supposed to see me so why-?"

Feliciano began to ask confusion and panic in his tone. Feli wasn't supposed to be seen, that was one of the biggest rules that he'd been told. He was never to reveal himself unless it was absolutely necessary and that was for life or death situations involving Arthur's safety. Arthur's face got a look of dawning realization before his expression became cautious.

"Uh well......the thing is......"

Arthur stumbled somewhat looking suddenly extremely uncomfortable. Feliciano stared at him, concern rising up at the Brit's discomfort.

"Look let me just......get myself situated I'll uh explain....."

Arthur finally finished, though he didn't look all to pleased with it. The angel gave a small hesitant nod his lips thinned in a anxious expression. Once the angel was situated Arthur made his way towards the door.

"I'll be right back, just.....don't move."

The man said not giving Feli time to respond before he was out of sight. Now that shock wore off the angel felt the familiar feeling of fear build up. He had no idea what Arthur was feeling or planning but he knew that the terrifying Englishman wasn't someone who should be toyed with. Anxiety began to build up as he thought of all the moments when Arthur had lost his temper and the fight he had been in when they first met. His gut sunk.

~~~~~

Arthur was in the kitchen trying not to completely lose his collective shit. The creature had wanted an explanation for why Arthur was able to see him and the man was far from happy. Arthur would rather be anywhere but in his apartment at that moment. He silently cursed himself for his moment of weakness and for not thinking things through. He never wanted to explain to a creature from the other side about his supposed gift. He'd been warned ever since he was fourteen by Yao about how dangerous it could be for him. Arthur could already hear the Asian man's voice in his head, scolding and furious at him for his rather idiotic mistake.

'You absolute idiot do you want to die?!? For God sake I taught you better than that! You and your bleeding heart are going to get yourself killed!'

His inner voice of Yao shouted at him. Arthur groaned lowly mentally beating himself in the head with a baseball bat. He knew that what he'd done wasn't the wisest thing. He knew that if he wasn't careful he could very well end up in a coffin six feet under or somewhere in the veil of a monstrous creature's stomach having been devoured. For a brief horrifying moment Arthur got a image of his body being torn to shreds by one of those creatures that lurked in the dark. Each piece of him being eaten by them while he died slowly and painfully. Then the image of his loved ones standing over a hole in the dirt hit him. He could see the looks on their faces. Francis, devastated and broken unable to handle it. Yao, grim and grievous for the man he considered a son. Arthur shook his head to rid of the disturbing images that his mind came up with.

'No, I'm not going to let them take me. I've gone the past twenty three years fighting to stay alive and I won't let this creature ruin it.'

The Englishman thought determined to make sure that he made it through this. He didn't have the luxury to be taken down, not when he had people like Francis and Yao who needed him. Taking a deep breath and putting on his best determined game face on the Brit squared his shoulders and made his way back to the bedroom. He would explain only the important details, and he'd make sure that this winged stranger knew just who he was messing with.

~~~~~

Feliciano was fiddling with the edge of the blanket in a nervous way when Arthur came back into the room a few minutes later. The Englishman's expression was stone like, his eyes blazing with determination. The angel couldn't help but flinch in fear at the look, his body trembling lightly. Arthur grabbed his chair at the desk and pulled it up to the bed, keeping a somewhat distance between them. The two were quiet, the atmosphere tense.

"So you wanted to know why I could see you correct?"

Arthur asked his tone crisp and short. Feli barely got his fear under control as he responded.

"S-si, I want to know how you can see me."

Feli squeaked in a high strung manner yet Arthur didn't seem to pay him any mind. Instead his already sharp gaze seemed to get even more sharper.

"I'll tell you how I can see you. But I have some questions of my own I'd like answered. I'm not going to give you anything unless you give something in return."

The Brit said stern. The Italian looked at him with a wide eyed stare before a thoughtful look came across his face. It seemed reasonable to an extent. Giving Arthur a hesitant nod the angel agreed but not before setting down some rules.

"That's fine. However if you ask me a question that I can't answer, you'll have to accept it."

Feliciano said his voice holding a small tremor in it as he tried to be confident. Arthur nodded agreeing.

"Same goes for me as well."

He said simply. Now that the rules were applied Arthur began to shoot out questions.

"First off who are you and what are you?"

Arthur asked his eyes honed in on the angel. Feli jumped a bit startled by how fast his charge was at asking his questions.

"Ah well my name is Feliciano Vargas. I'm an angel of the Lord."

The angel said honestly. Arthur's eyebrow quirked in disbelief.

"An......angel? Well then Feliciano, my name is-"

The Brit began to say before the Italian cut him off.

"I know who you are. You're Arthur Kirkland. You're twenty three years old and you work at Wang's Mysterious Books and Trinkets and you have a best friend named Francis Bonnefoy-"

Feli began to say listing things before Arthur's voice made him shut his mouth.

"How the fuck do you know all of this??"

Arthur snarled his face angry. Feliciano let out a startled yelp at the expression and quickly began to word vomit.

"Please don't hurt me! I only know all of this because it's my job! I was assigned to watch over you! Don't hurt me per favore ti prego!!"

The angel said in a rush of panicked pleas making the man stare at him in bafflement.

"What the bloody hell?? I'm not going to hurt you, you twit! If I wanted to do that then I would have done so already! Now quit your rambling you obnoxious tit-!!!"

Arthur snapped his temper flaring. Feliciano let out a small wail making Arthur flinch at it.

"Mi dispiace tanto!"

He apologized hoping to be spared from his insane charge's rage. As the angel worked himself into a panicked frenzy his charge had gone silent. Arthur was a bit disturbed by the information he was given in the supposed angel's rambling. Never mind that he thought that Arthur was going to hurt him. The man clenched his hands into fists, his thoughts racing.

'Why is an angel keeping an eye on me? Had I somehow caught the attention of the other side of the veil?? Did those creatures manage to find me despite all of my efforts and precautions??'

The thoughts continued to pile up making Arthur more and more anxious and tense.

'Is something much more dangerous, something much more terrifying looking for me......?'

That one thought made Arthur's blood freeze. A sudden feeling of dread filled him. It made sense, he was always being hunted when he was discovered. Hell he nearly died at fourteen until Yao had intervened. Whose to say that it was only demons who wanted him dead? As Arthur was having a breakdown Feli had finally noticed that his charge hadn't said a single thing since he started his terrified ravings and pleas. With a cautious look the angel looked at the man and was stunned by the look on his face. The Brit had a look of unease painted on his face, his fists clenched tightly. The Italian stared at him, confusion filling him. Why did Arthur look so uneasy? In all the time that Feli had been watching and protecting Arthur he'd never seen such a look. It made him uneasy. However before he could think more about it the angel was torn out of his musings.

"......I don't know how I'm able to see you. All I know is that I was born this way. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll let you rest and recover in peace."

The man said his voice gruff and short. His expression which was once uneasy was now completely closed off. The angel barely got over the sudden whiplash he'd received from the quick expression change before he realized that Arthur was already at the doorway and leaving. The Italian watched him go, confused and nervous and slightly concerned. Once his charge was gone Feliciano let himself think about their interaction. He'd never seen such a look on Arthur. He'd seen him angry and tired and frustrated yet never like this. It was unnerving to the holy being. As he pondered more about this he finally took note of what Arthur had said earlier. About how he was born able to see beings like him. That information was rather troubling. If Arthur was able to see through to the other side........then that could land the Englishman into some deep water.

Was this why he was assigned to watch and protect him? Because he could see things? Was that why the demon attacked him last night?

And if so then why not have someone who was actually strong enough to do this assignment?

Feliciano frowned, puzzled by this. He had no idea what was going on but his gut was telling him that something wasn't right. As he dwelled on these things he finally noticed his wing had something on it. Confused the angel craned his head over his shoulder to get a better look at it and felt the air leave his lungs. The wing which had once been bloodied and torn up was now bandaged and cleaned. The gauze was wrapped around it, firm yet comfortable. Shocked Feli suddenly remembered what Arthur had said at his outburst.

'I'm not going to hurt you! If I wanted to do that then I would have done so already!'

"He......helped me......?"

The Italian muttered, confusion and awe in his voice. Arthur had helped him. Feliciano couldn't believe it, it seemed so unlike the Arthur he'd been seeing. The Brit was short tempered and violent, he fought and yelled and glared daggers at everyone who so much as breathed in his direction. He was wild and rough and scary. And yet.......

That wild, rage driven man had cleaned and fixed his injuries. Had given him his bedroom to rest in and had answered the question he'd asked. Arthur the rough, grouchy human had done all of that for Feli. A stranger who was not of this world, who had come into his apartment and bleed all over his floor. Feliciano had learned from the short time he'd been on Earth that humans didn't take too well to strangers who invaded their homes. Especially injured ones. Most humans would have called those bigger ones with the strange uniforms if the situation called for it. Yet Arthur who had every right to kick him out and be hostile to him had instead helped him. It was surreal and that one fact had suddenly tilted Feliciano's view of Arthur. Suddenly the young man had more to him, suddenly there was a bigger part of Arthur that Feliciano had never noticed until that very moment. Bits and pieces of him that were suddenly within his sights and it made Feliciano wonder.

Just who exactly was Arthur Kirkland?

At that moment a seed of curiosity had planted itself into the angel. He wanted to know who exactly his charge was as a person. The once terrifying man was suddenly a confusing puzzle. There were many layers to Arthur Kirkland and Feli wanted to know what they were.

Because someone who was willing to help a complete stranger, who wasn't even human without even asking for anything in return couldn't be just a ball of rage.

The angel leaned back into the pillows his thoughts wandering and full of conflicting emotions. Amber eyes drifting towards the window Feli made a decision. He was going to try and learn more about his charge. No matter how much it scared him, no matter how much he wanted to run away he'd get to know him. He had to.

*Part four woooooooo-!!!!! Our boys have finally made contact and oh boy it's tense lol. Arthur's having a breakdown and Feli's having a revaluation of his choices thus far. Basically they're both riding a roller coaster but for different reasons. Anyways if any y'all read this I hope you enjoyed it!!*

[lihikainanea]

I got exhausted just putting my summer cloths to the front of my cloths and winter/Fall cloths to the back. It would be much better if I had a rotating closet. I bet Bill at one point had a rotating Closet or got one for Tiger because between him buying her cute things he sees that he can't resist and her buying things once in awhile their closet could fill quickly. And throwing things out seems such a waste.

I love this because I have so many conflicting thoughts--on the one hand, I feel like Bill's inherent Swedishness means he has 8 articles of carefully chosen clothing, 2 jackets, one coat, and precisely 3 pairs of shoes. That's it. That's his whole wardrobe. Maybe two belts but he only ever wears one. And tiger laughs, because she has never seen anyone own such a minimal amount of clothing but always look so fantastic. Most of what he wears on red carpets is borrowed, Bill doesn't really own a suit otherwise. And meanwhile, tiger's drawers and closets are all bursting with clothes and every once in awhile he'll hear her excited squeal because she found a shirt that she had totally forgotten she had.

But on the other hand, I recognize that Bill is Hollywood and frequently gets gifts or in general has a large wardrobe because he has to. And tiger still laughs, because he has 27 shirts that all look the exact same. His wardrobe is white, grey and black--with the odd burnt orange or forest green in there, a nice cognac brown. And his wardrobe is extensive--extensive enough for him to have a rotating closet that is impeccably organized, but all of it just looks....identical.

But I think the more likely scenario is that Bill is just growing a little tired of all of his drawers and every single closet real estate being taken over with tiger's bomb of a wardrobe. Tiger isn't the most organized person in the world just because she doesn't really value minutiae, it's not about the details with her. She's all abut the crumple-and-stuff method and Bill carefully steams, hangs up, or pristinely folds his clothes and categories them so he can always find exactly what he's looking for. The master bedroom has a walk-in closet and his clothes take up a modest 1/4 of it, and tiger's mess is the other 3/4. It slowly drives him insane.

So maybe one day when tiger is away on a business trip for a little bit, maybe Bill has some work done. The closet in the master bedroom and the spare bedroom share a wall and hell, the spare bedroom doesn't need a closet. So he gets a crew in, they knock down some walls, install some ambient lighting, install some shelves, a few rotating racks and some accessory compartments. And this? This is Bill's heaven. He spends the next few days meticulously organizing her wardrobe--washing everything, steaming it, hanging it up, categorizing it. He gets rid of all her socks that don't match until he realizes it's literally all of her socks so he gets her some new ones--and they go in a drawer separated with small compartments for each pair. He lays her jewelry out on the velvet-lined drawers in the accessories corner. He hangs her clothes according to season, and then according to colour. Business on one rotating rack, casual on the other. He takes his time, plays some soft jazz, and just gets high off the organization. He's immensely proud of his work.

And when tiger gets home, her Big Dude is practically bouncing on his heels as he grabs her hand.

"I have a surprise for you," he says, kissing her sweetly and then pulling her to the bedroom. He places his hands over her eyes.

"No peeking," he instructs. And then he walks her forward into the new space, and moves his hands.

"Ta-da!"

Tiger's eyes go wide, and she pauses.

"Holy fuck," she says, "What about the other closet?"

"No need for it," he shrugs, "There's drawers there."

She takes a few steps in, her fingers tracing over her clothes, and she jumps a mile when he presses the button on the rotating rack.

"It spins!" he says giddily.

"Did you do this?" she asks with a smile, "Organize this whole thing?"

He nods.

"So I can yell at you when I can't find something then?" she smirks, "There was an order in my chaos."

"No there wasn't and we both know it," he points accusingly at her. She steps forward and kisses the tip of his finger.

"Walk me through the method bud," she says, "What's going on here?"

"This rack is business," he motions to the rack in front of her, "To the right is spring and summer, and then the coloured divider and that's fall and winter. It's categorized by colour."

She nods.

"And over here," he motions to the other rack, "Is casual wear. Same system of separation and also divided by colour."

He walks her over to a system of drawers.

"Underwear and socks are the drawers on the left. Accessories are on the right," he says.

"Shoes?" she asks.

"Where would you want them to be?" he asks, but he rolls his eyes at her clueless look, "In the stand up compartment beside the socks, tiger."

She opens it and lets out a low whistle--all of her shoes are lined up and separated into sneakers, flats, and heels. But as she closes the door, something catches her eye. A small area in the corner, a silk red sheet draped from the ceiling to the floor to hide the area.

"And over there?" she asks. Bill grins mischievously, heading over to it.

"Over here," he says, and he whips back the curtain, "Is the naughty corner."

And all of her sets of lingerie, perfectly hung up on hangers with their stockings and corsets, line a small rack. Tiger spots a few new sets that she definitely didn't buy before she left, and Bill blushes a little. He's not about to tell her he had a raging hard on when organizing this section, picturing her in every single one of the outfits he was hanging up.

"Thank you Billy, I love it," she says with a sweet kiss.

"You're not mad?" he asks, and she shakes her head.

"Just impressed," she smirks, "Tell you what, though. You deserve something for this hard work. I'm going to go shower, but why don't you pick something out from the naughty area and put it in the bathroom?"

He nods enthusiastically, and with another kiss, she heads to freshen up. Sure enough when she steps out of the shower he placed his favourite set--definitely the Merida one--and tiger is also amused that he left a tube of her darkest, blood red lipstick on top of the set--his favourite.

[paradox-psyc-hoe-sis]

Remus Lupin dating a hufflepuff would include...

Remus lupin x hufflepuff!reader, the marauders x platonic reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: no smut but talk of sexy times (sfw)

A/N: I'm back, babey! Recently took a smol hiatus but I'm back and better than ever. Here are some headcanons of what life would be like dating young Remus Lupin as a hufflepuff; I might do something similar with the different houses and the other marauders, but idk yet. As per usual, if you want a request then by all means shoot me a message! I write for the umbrella academy, marvel and Harry Potter so feel free to request anything :)) - Aphrodite

(Also I'm sorry I didn't spell check this, please forgive me)

• Every moment between you two was adorable!

• Being the semi-traditionalists that you were, it was a mutual agreement to take things slow and steady. But Remus was so infatuated with you - and you with him - that neither could deny the ever growing spark you shared.

• He'd always invite you on study dates in the library every Saturday, but most of the time it was just an excuse to see more of you.

• You'd always bring along a snack from the kitchens to the library, a different pastry or bake every week.

• "Guess who brought muffins!!!"

• When you aren't looking, he likes to leave cute messages on post it notes and hide them in your bag or throughout your books.

• "The only thing sweeter than those muffins is you, my love"

• You totally know when he does it, you've caught him a few times.

• However, you like to return the favour.

• "Maybe next time we 'study', you can let me Slytherin to your arms for cuddles"

• He loves the puns you make. Despite always being followed by an eye roll, he really does love them.

• He keeps all his notes from you in his bedside table and will read them after a particularly rough full moon 🥺

• Obviously, Remus was terrified to tell you his secret, but it went less dramatically than he thought it would.

• When you acted so truly selfless and reassured him that you'd be there for him no matter what, it really made him tear up. You promised to always be there after every full moon.

• You two can always be found cuddling in the gryffindor dormitories, 24/7.

• When you have a free period or a day free from studying, Remus will sneak you past the common room and into the dorms, where you'll just lay in his bed. All day.

• He's definitely the big spoon, he loves to hold you as tight as he can. But sometimes you'll lay your head on his chest, facing the ceiling, and he'll run his fingers through your hair.

• The boy is a human radiator, so you could practically hug him and his warmth all day long.

• One time you slept over with the rest of the marauders, and upon waking up, realised you had started your period. On Remus's sheets.

• "Hey, it's alright. I know this stuff happens, let's get you cleaned up."

• He was so mature about it all that you probably fell in love there and then.

• While you had a shower and changed the sheets, he went to Hogsmeade with James to get you some pads and snacks.

• Not needing a heating pad because he's just so damn warm gosh darn it

• While you and Remus were growing closer, you had an unexpected friendship with Sirius.

• I say unexpected, as when you first met you were positive he'd be trouble.

• "Moony, you never told me you were dating a hufflepuff! What a cute little cupcake she is." (Delivered with a wink)

• Let's just say, you may or may not have threatened to "shave off your pretty little locks if you call me a cupcake again."

• Although, this rivalry soon turned into friendship when you realised your senses of humour were identical.

• When Remus is busy and can't hang out with you, Sirius will take you to hogsmeade or play a game of chess to pass the time.

• Funnily enough, Sirius became oddly protective of you, letting Remus know that if he ever hurt you he'd be dead.

• Remus was always calling you a cute name, despite the circumstance.

• His favourite things to call you were babe, sweetheart, love, and snickerdoodle.

• You just stuck with calling him Remy, Moony, or honey (he'd never admit it, but he loves when you call him 'honeybuns')

• Remus is smart, and so are you. But when you're together, you share half a braincell.

• He's literally such a dumbass.

• "Babe, do you think toads can sense fear?"

• Cue you looking into the camera like Jim in the office.

• Whenever somebody tries to make any comments about Remus being a werewolf you are the first person to defend him.

• Nobody was afraid of you lashing out because you're "just a harmless hufflepuff". Their opinions changed when you punched a Slytherin prefect in the face for calling Remus a monster.

• At night, you'll both sneak out of the common rooms and meet in the kitchens for midnight snacks.

• You making some tea, and him eating some chocolate while talking to the house elves.

• You were always the best in your year at herbology, Remus however didn't stand a chance. He wasn't terrible at it, but certainly needed your help during lessons.

• "Y/n...what in God's name is that!?"

"...babe that's a celery."

• The summer between fourth and fifth year, he had the worlds biggest growth spurt.

• He was a little bit taller than you before, but when you returned to school for fifth year, he towered over you like a half-giant.

• This means that you could steal his fuzzy jumpers with them falling down to your knees.

• Sleepovers at the gryffindor dorms were a common occasion, but sometimes Remus would come to your common room late at night to have a dance party.

• Quietly playing the mixtape he made for you while you both danced around the area.

• You both had your first kiss towards the middle of fifth year, almost a year and a half after you first started dating.

• Remus came top of the class on an important DADA test. When he told you, you instinctively kissed him.

• You pulled away almost straight after, apologising for not asking for consent. Before you could say another word, he pulled you closer to him and placed another kiss on your lips, running a hand through the back of you hair.

• When you broke apart, you rested your forehead in the crook of his neck as he whispered in your ear.

• "I love you, y/n."

"I love you more, Remus."

• He wasn't really a big fan of PDA, but would happily do whatever you wanted.

• When the marauders were planning a prank, Remus made sure you were as far away from the action as possible.

• "What if we get y/n to be the bait? She could get-"

"James, there is no way y/n is going to jump into the great lake with weights ties to her ankles."

• You both did it for the first time near Christmas of sixth year.

• Peter was long gone home. James and Sirius had both left that morning to go back to the Potter's, offering you both a place to stay for the holidays. However, you were both happy to get some alone time.

• In the evening, he lit candles in the dorm and did cute stuff like that.

• He was so so nervous, but was still a gentlemen through and through, always asking if you're comfortable and making sure what he's doing is okay.

• It was really sweet, and both of you were really happy afterwards.

• Sometimes you'd share a bath with him in the prefects bathroom. The rest of the marauders always joked about how there'd be a bit more than bathing involved, but they were wrong.

• When you would share a bath, Remus would bring a book and read to you, doing silly voices for each of the characters just to see you smile. Neither of you ever did the Devil's Tango in the prefects bath, as it was always just for a nice relax.

• Speaking of books, Remus was always reading one. Sometimes you'd cuddle up next to him while he read, and he'd quietly read each line.

• Sometimes you'd do the same, reciting small poems from muggle books.

• He never told you, but after you had your first kiss his boggart changed. It changed from the moon to himself as a werewolf, holding your dead body.

• Gruesome, he knew, but it was significant to him.

• Along with his boggart changing, your patronus changed. In your third year you learned how to conjure a patronus, and yours was a porcupine. Yet in your sixth year, you discovered it to be a werewolf.

• Remus full on cried happy tears when he found out.

• After the worst full moon yet, Remus ended up in the hospital wing for 5 days. He was found unconscious, and woke up 2 days later to see you and Madam Pomfrey by his side.

• You took notes for him in class, brought him a few new books and bars of chocolate, and spent every free moment in the hospital wing with him.

• He had three long slashes across his face when you found him in the shrieking shack, yet he looked so calmly asleep.

• "When you told me you wanted to start having lie-ins, I didn't think you'd sleep for two days straight."

• You were the first person he wanted to see after such a terrible night, and despite your jokes, he was so grateful to have you next to him.

• "I hope you're not going to break up with me now that I'm ugly."

"You? Ugly? How could you ever think such a thing?"

• On valentines day, he enlisted the help of the marauders to make things perfect.

• After a date at Madam Puddifoots, you returned to Remus's dorm to a beautiful view.

• Fairy lights were strung along the bed frames, rose petals in a trail along the floor, your favourite scented candles burning on the bedside tables, and a teddy bear bigger than your entire body sat on Remus's bed.

• Turning around to face your boyfriend, you saw that he held 3 boxes wrapped in red paper.

• "Happy valentines day, m'love"

• Placing the gifts on the bed closest to him, he picked you up and wrapped you in a bear hug.

• You crocheted him a jumper in his house colours and got him a leather bound copy of his favourite book.

• He made you a bar of chocolate with your favourite flavours, bought you a chunky cardigan that he knew you wanted, and placed a painted, small wooden box in your hands.

• "Open the box, love." He stated with a smile. He seemed a little nervous, but eased up as he saw you smile.

• Inside the box was two aeroplane tickets to Paris.

• "It's not much, but I was wondering if you'd come with me this summer?"

• This was followed by a lot of happy screams, to say the least.

• When quidditch season came around, you both loved to support the other's house.

• You'd sport Remus's red and yellow jumpers when gryffindor was playing, and he would go all out with yellow and black spirit when it was a hufflepuff match.

• However, when it was hufflepuff against gryffindor things got way too competitive.

• You didn't speak to Remus for a week after gryffindor won.

• "Come on babe, just talk to me! I didn't mean it when I said that hufflepuffs are as good at quidditch as they are at their owls!"

• Professor Mcgonagall didn't really know much about you, being from a different house and all, but she saw how much Remus changed being with you.

• He seemed really well taken care of, and for once he was unconditionally happy.

• After dinner one night, Mcgonagall asked to see you in her office.

• "I just wanted to say thank you for taking such good care of Mr Lupin. It may be unprofessional for me to see him as a son, but I do, and I'm grateful that he has someone like you to support him."

• From that moment forward, she saw you as a daughter, and invited you to have tea with her every week.

• You didn't know it, but every full moon she'd add 50 points to hufflepuff, she could never thank you enough for looking after Remus.

• After you both graduated, you almost immediately moved in with each other.

• With the help of James and Lily, you bought a small cottage a few hours away from hogwarts.

• Every other wednesday, Sirius and Lily come around for a girls night while Remus and James catch up.

• A few months after you moved in together, Remus realised what he wanted, and for once he wasn't afraid to ask for it.

• It was a beautiful Saturday evening, the sky was purple from the sunset. Both of you were sat on the porch swing in your back garden, surrounded by magical plants and flowers, when he got down on one knee.

• "Y/n y/l/n, I've loved you since the day we met. I couldn't wish for anyone better than you, and it would be my dream to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

[finnsucks23]

One Last Pic.

•Bakugou x Reader•

A/n: I haven't written angst in a long while, so I decided to get in that sad headspace. And who better to write angst about than our favorite hothead? Based on the song "... And To Those I Love, Thanks For Sticking Around." By $UICIDEBOY$.

Warnings: Angst, mentions of harm, major character death.

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  Katsuki Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with.

  Everything he did wreacked havoc on his and your own personal life, along with everyone around him.

  Being his secretary, manager, and longtime friend had it's downsides that others didn't get the pleasures of having.

  For example; the constant arguing, fighting, and literal screaming were all things you doubted any sane person could handle besides yourself and Kirishima.

  It was even hard at times for Kaminari to handle his mood swings or blasts, leaving you to cool down the roaring pro hero named Ground Zero.

  However, there was also the benefits of being so close to him.

  Katsuki was fun to be around at times, when he becomes more calm and collected, it really puts a smile on your face.

  Drinking with him was always a blast, you would smile and laugh together trying to see who had the lowest tolerance. Usually, you would be the one to be seeing double within an hour of playing drinking games.

  Katsuki was competitive with video games, and would always laugh in victory when he destroyed you in Mario Kart. In the end, if you were butthurt enough, he would sigh and drag you to the kitchen to help him bake cupcakes.

  Katsuki Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with.

  Bakugou was also the only man you ever truly loved.

  The ash blond had the worst temper, but was always such a flustered mess when you would teasingly flirt with him.

  "Hah? Piss off shitty woman!"

  He would grunt, try to shove you away while you only laughed and pointed out how flushed he had become.

  "Awh, what's wrong Suki?" You would tease,

  "I thought you liked the way I chase after you." You would fake pout, laying dramatically across the couch cushions.

  He couldn't help but smile at that, shaking his head. You never truly knew what he was thinking about, or if the constant flirting actually made him upset.

  "Whatever- you wish you could have me!" He would shout, taking a pillow and tossing it at your face.

  Katsuki Bakugou was a blessing in your life.

  Things began to change rapidly.

  Katsuki became distant, with no explanation.

  Well... that's a lie.

  "BREAKING NEWS!: #1 PRO HERO 'DEKU' GONE MISSING!"

  Weeks had past when he started to show signs of becoming more of a recluse.

  You were the only person that Katsuki would show his weakness to, not even Kirishima was as privileged to see that side of him.

  Days would go by of complete silence from his side, not a single word was heard.

  Sometimes, he would break down. Cry on your shoulder, ramble and mumble, and go on and on about how terrible he was to Izuku.

  "He is okay, Suki. I know he is." You would try to reassure him, run your nimble fingers through his thick hair as a way to comfort him.

  He was in pain, and you didn't know how to help.

  Katsuki Bakugou was a blessing in your life.

  You were never really concerned until you began to notice the burns on his body.

  He would step out of the bathroom, wearing a towel around his waist. Small marks had littered his torso at first, you thought nothing of it.

  "Must've been work" you would say, trying to ease your own mind and worry.

  But every day, a new burn appeared. Whether it was on his arm, torso, leg, or thigh. There was a new mark each and every day.

  "Katsuki." You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his arm and running your palm over the red irritated skin.

  He flinched, trying not to hiss in pain as tears only welled up in your eyes. Biting at your lip, you furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head.

  "You can't-" you swallowed in the middle of your sentence, a nervous habit you've had since you were a kid.

  "Please, don't blame yourself." Bakugou only glared down at you, pulling his arm away harshly.

  "You don't fucking know anything-" he growled, voice low and dangerous. The tears began to flow at a steady pace down your cheeks, you sniffled and grabbed his arm again.

  "Suki, I'm serious!" You yelled, suddenly angry and confused.

  You were both confused.

   Confused on how to get help or where to even start, confused on who to blame or where to go.

  Katsuki Bakugou was everything to you.

  He was smiling again, slowly but surely going back to how he was before.

  It made you happy, you didn't complain every time you lost to him at Mario Kart.

  You spent every day finding new recipes to try with him, to keep him busy and occupied as he wasn't allowed back to work at the agency.

  What was the strangest thing though... was that he bought a Polaroid camera.

  Flashes.

  There were lots of flashes through every day you spent with him, some of you smiling. Some of you cooking, or eating, or laughing, or doing whatever.

  There were also lots of pictures of him, mostly grumpy ones. The favorite you had of him was when you pulled his face into a smile yourself.

  "Y/n..." he sat next to you on the couch, putting the Polaroid camera in your face and turning it around.

  Smashing your heads together, he used one hand to squish your cheeks together and he smiled.

  He smiled.

  He took the photo, and smiled the entire time it was printed off and developed before both of your eyes.

  "I know I don't say it enough, but I love you." The ash blond cocked his head to the side and gave you a quick peck on the lips.

  You giggled and tried to hide your flustered face between your palms, kicking at him before shyly looking at him.

  "I love you too!" You had never looked so happy in your life.

  Katsuki Bakugou was everything to you.

  Nothing had devastated you more than that next morning.

  Finding all the polaroids spread out across your bedroom floor with little notes scribbled across the once empty spaces.

  "BREAKING NEWS!: #2 PRO HERO 'GROUND ZERO' FOUND DEAD AFTER CHASING DOWN 'DEKU'S' KILLER!"

[zuffer-weird-girl]

There was literally more than ten people asking for this, holy shit. I just didn't take a screenshot because my cellphone wouldn't allow it for some whatever reason

You blinked before rubbing your eyes to see if what you just saw wasn't just a illusion or some mind trick. But when you opened your eyes again the same image was still there.

On Chrono's shoulder. A tiny little black bird with a cute as fuck jacket similiar with your boyfriend's and the same haircut as well... and eyes...

"Kurono-kun..." you mumbled worriedly while he only sighed with a hand on the back of his neck.

"Yeah. Exactly what you're thinking of- MOTHER FUCKER!" He let out a shout when he felt a painful sting on his neck, accidentally letting Chisaki, whose indeed was in a bird form, fall from his shoulder.

Luckily you had catched him with both of your hands in time. Now analyzing closer, he still carried the same stoic expression as always... even as a bird.

"First, is not my fucking fault." He hissed in pain with a hand on the place where Chisaki had hurted him, you noticing how chisaki glared at him from your hands "Second, (Y/n), it might not take long for him to get back... I hope." He looked down at your hands and accidentally let out a snicker escape his mouth at seing Overhaul in such a form.

"Pi!" He chirped angrily, making you awe and gasp at his cuteness and Chrono laugh.

"I'm sorry Kai, I can't take you seriously like this-!" He laughed even more, making Chisaki's feathers ruffle up in anger and embarrassment due to your reaction.

"Pi! Pi! Pi!" Your giggles weren't even hidded anymore as you still had your careful and gentle hands supporting him while Chrono was almost falling in the floor due to his laughter.

"Ne ne Kai." You cooed, patting his little head with one finger while he huffed and glared at you instead "Calm down love, when you get back you can teach Chrono a lesson." Hari immediately stopped laughing and gulped down at hearing your words. Chisaki's scoffing mentally and already planning Chrono's death as he tried to not to just... melt by those touches.

Wait. Did you even washed your hands?

He squirmed a bit away from your finger immediately, you giggled in response before walking away from Chrono through the halls.

"Right right. Where do you want to stay them? On my shoulder like Kurono's?"

"Pi." He shook his head, staring up at you with boredoom eyes. Glaring when you muffled your giggled at hearing him chirp.

"Ok then? Where?" You paused in your walking as you brought him close to your face a bit, giggling at the way he averted his eyes away from you as his feathers ruffle in embarrassment at you being so close to him.

He suddenly looked up and chirped again. You, getting the message, placed him on the top of your head with the extreme care and gentle way you could.

"My hair is a nest now?" You let out a yelp when he pecked your head repeatedly "ouch ouch! Ok I take it back Kai! Please enough!"

He huffed again and just let himself relax a bit, scenting your perfume that shampoo of yours made your hair be like it is... soft and clean.

You started to walk again with a smile before he pecked your head again.

"OW! What is it?!" You exclaimed before he took a few steps in your head indicating the bathroom on the top of your head.

"Pi!"

"... you're joking right?" He pecked your head again "Ok ok! Im going geez!"

Demanding birdy we have here...

Chisaki continued on his chirping, clearly monitoring how you washed your hands and even dared to peck your hand hard when you threatened to get out without placing some alcohol gel.

In revenge though you splashed some drops of water on him... he glared daggers at you before shaking a bit and the way his black feathers standed up was juST TOO CUTE-!

He although pecked your hand again when you tried to get your cellphone...

He went back to your head, signalizing for you to go to his office as he nestled himself on the top of your head.

"Enjoying yourself?" You giggled while opening the door.

"Pi..." this one was slightly sleepy than the others you heard today, making you smile warmly at the sound and feel butterflies on your stomach.

"So whacha you want love?" He chirped again, hesitantly getting out of your head to nestle himself on your shoulder, pointing with his tiny beak at his shelf. "Ah, reading a book?"

"Pi."

"Distraction huh?" You smiled before slidding your fingers through the shelf until you grazed one and he started flaping his tiny wings a bit.

"Pi! Pi Pi! Pi!" You snickered and even felt a bit ticklish at hearing the chirps so close to your ear and his movements.

"Ok, this one." You grabbed and made your way to you huys shared bedroom.

He stayed like that for hours, jumping as he read it the pages and chirping at you for you to turn the page whenever it was necessary.

You were starting to get pretty bored and sleepy, before he jumped in your lap, making you open your eyes to look down at Chisaki staring you up.

"Something wrong?" You asked while tilting your head.

"Pi!" He flapped his wings a bit, deadpanning when your confused face got worse.

He thought for a minute before he jumped out of your lap to go back to his book, pointing with his tiny feet at certain letters, hoping that you would get the message.

"H.." he nodded before going into another "U... N.. G.. Ah! Got it!" You lifted yourself from the bed to go to the kitchen. "Be right back!"

He nodded and settle himself for reading the next page... only looking up and widening his eyes a bit at seing Pops entering the room with a confused as fuck face.

"...what the-?"

"Pi." Great. Pops saw him. Just great.

He chuckled a bit before getting closer to the bed with a unamused expression and crossed arms.

"Did (Y/n) brought you here little one? My boy will be pretty unhappy of knowing your existence inside this house."

"Pi.." indeed.

You got back with a few crumbs of bread, praying mentally to god that Chisaki didn't take this personally, before deparing with Pops.

"Ah, my dear (Y/n). Mind me explaining this?" He pointed at Chisaki who only glared back at you.

"Sorry hon. Pops, that is actually Chisaki." Your boyfriend chirped like crazy after this and you only giggled, acustomized with his pecking already.

When you explained the situation Pops succumbed into laughter, Chisaki merely deciding to hide between the crook of your neck and hair... despite you being a brat, you always did somehow bringed comfort to him.

"Gosh my boy, you dont have much luck!" He laughed before standing up and patting your head "Take care of my bird son for me will ya my dear?"

"Sure!" You giggled, watching the laughing elder getting out of the room. "You're still hungry?" He chirped, making it sound more like a growl than anything.

You sighed with a smile, lifting your hand up to your shoulder for him to step on and showing it to him the crumbs after.

He glared at you and you only smiled apologetically.

"Im sorry my devil, but I think that if you eat another thing, it might not end up being good for you right now..." he huffed while sitting on your hand, glaring at the crumbs of bread.

"Pi.." you tilted your head with a 'huh?' before he looked up at you with irritated eyes "Pi!"

"You want feeding?" His feathers ruffled at the words and you cooed adorably "Aww! You want!" He pecked your palm, silently demanding that you shutted uo already and ended this at once.

So humiliating...

After what seemed like a lifetime, he was at least satisfied... but another problem soon came...

When the hell he felt this sleepy before?

"Pi.." he lowered his tiny head on your tummy, while you stared down, blushing and screaming internally at such precious sign.

"If you want to sleep you can." You offered while carresing a bit with your index and middle finger the top of his head gently... he started to roo at such affection and just nestled himself onto you... falling into a quite fast sleep shortly after.

"That fast?" You whispered before carefully picking him up in your hands to bring him to your face to give a kiss on him "Sleep well my beautifil bird."

You layed down and placed him right on your side on his pillow, carresing his feathers untio you fall asleep.

~

You woke up with a groan and immediately smiled at seing normal AND HUMAN golden eyes staring back at you... still a bit clouded with sleep.

"Kai..!" You exclaimed wuietly in happiness as he rolled his eyes before dropping his arms on your waist "Morning my birdy..." you scratched a bit his scalp, shivering at his growls on your neck.

He separated a bit to pick your hand in his before he brought closer to his lips to... bite it.

Yes, he just bitted/nibble on your hand

You yelped while he scoffed a smirk, closing his eyes to lay back with you on his warmth and naked chest.

"Thanks I guess..." he muttered befofe nuzzling his face on your hair.

Uh... certain things didn't changed.

[ivystjamess]

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐖𝐍

WHO: @jazziejazxo​ and ivy st.james. ft mentions of: davis, julien, joey, kenna, noah, sammy, otto, lemon, ruby, eli, and winnie. WHEN: fri night. 2/5. WHERE: north hills mall. WHAT: bumping into each other at the mall, jaz and ivy have a heated exchange turned dream sequence of p!nk’s ‘cuz i can leading up to new direction’s regionals competition.

IVY LIKED TO THINK SHE HAD THREE HOMES. her actual one, whatever stage she be performing on (whether that be field or actual stage) and north hills mall. since entering her teenage years, she’d spent about as much time at the mall as she did doing her morning and nightly routines. so naturally, she knew the busy and the less busy times to go on her bi-weekly shopping sprees. thursday night was always pretty mild, and ivy liked it that way. she didn’t want to deal with a bunch of other people while shopping, who would? as she stepped onto the escalator to head down to the main floor, she caught the unmistakable gaze of jaz evans standing by the fountain and glaring daggers up at her. at this realization, ivy expedited her time on the escalator by walking down to give jaz a piece of her mind.

jaz’s intentions weren’t malicious at first. part of jaz’s goal for this semester was to refocus on the things that really matter. She was helping ND win regionals, being the best possible friend/sister/daughter, and checking drama at the door. after spending an entire weekend in bed and in constant worry that her voice wouldn’t recover from her random weekend sickness, jaz was more focused on these goals than ever. she was at the mall searching for the perfect gift to thank her mom for both taking care of her all weekend and helping her prep vocally for her big competition debut. but when she spotted ivy, all of that focus went out of the window. suddenly she was feeling just as insecure as she did when vocal adrenaline stormed the auditorium. her gaze didn’t waver even as ivy picked up speed. who did she think she was?

stepping up to the other girl, ivy shrugged her purse up on to her shoulder and flashed the fakest of smiles, “jaz so funny to see you here!” she started mild before concluding with a blunt, “i like couldn’t help but notice that look you were giving me.” a signature ivy st.james condescending pout graced her lips before she continued, “all shook up from the fundraiser? or was it our performance last week?” she asked with the tilt of her head. relations between ivy and jaz hadn’t always been so tense, in fact, they had a pretty healthy relationship prior to the blow up in the green room at sectionals. jaz always encouraged ivy to maybe be a little kinder, and ivy encouraged jaz to trust her talent a little more. that was all well and good until jaz had made it personal. taking ivy’s spot as captain? doing that duet with julien on the ski trip? ivy figured maybe jaz was a little ruthless with all this effort clearly being put into making her angry or jealous and arguing with her. with all this pent up frustration toward her former friend, ivy had no problem letting venom flow off her tongue unrestrained. “well, i have to get going! good luck with like, buying new directions’ cheap-o costumes or whatever you’re doing here. hopefully you find something that can hide the inevitably horrible choreography you’re going to be doing tomorrow. bye!” and with that, ivy turned her back, ready to walk away.

in a few blunt and nasty words, ivy had somehow confirmed all of the misconceptions jaz had made about this girl. somehow this new ivy was so bitter about not getting her way at sectionals that she literally transferred schools to create a “aha i told you so” moment. jaz was suddenly extremely angry at ivy, more than just disappointed. could she have been the reason davis just stopped talking to her out of the blue? jaz’s mouth moved faster than her brain could process. “honestly, whatever, ivy. just storm out or something…it’s the only thing you’re good at.” jaz spoke, venom dripping off of her words. she rolled her eyes and turned around, mumbling. “how were we even friends?”

wondering if maybe she had been a little too harsh, ivy froze in her place. obviously she didn’t want things to be this way. but ivy made her bed and had no problem laying in it. sure, there were surges where she missed the team, or the little moments like going to the pumpkin patch with jaz. it was the same as she got her surges of missing julien. but those days were over and gone. now? they were at war. 

both still heated from the exchange, their backs still turned, suddenly rock music began sounding throughout the mall as the pair aggressively whipped around to face each other. speaking over the music, jaz began ‘Rock and Roll, Rock! And I drink more than you! And party harder than you do! And my car's faster than yours too!’ making disgusted vocalizations at each other complete with lots of eye rolls and aggressive expressions, ivy pushed past jaz and strutted to the bathroom as she sang ‘P.I.N.K. P.I.M.P I'm back again I know y'all missed me.’ 

as the bathroom door swung open, ivy was suddenly in a locker room, donning work out gear. in the locker room, ivy continued to sing as she sat down on a bench and began taping up her hands, ‘Yeah I talk shit just deal with it.’ hands now taped, ivy continued to sing hostilely, slamming locker doors shut as she passed, the final one slamming shut as she belted, ‘You can try and try you can't be me!’

at the chorus, ivy and jaz both sounded as they popped up in different locations. ivy could be seen doing a variety of activities such as jumping rope, doing laps around an empty boxing gym characterized by black and blue ropes and banners, as well as sit ups all while davis lingered in the background either timing her, egging her on, or sitting on her feet as she did her sit ups. jaz, on the otherhand, remained in a gym decorated similarly to the other one, but with red and white adornments. in work out gear similar to ivy’s jaz also did a number of training activities; push ups, speed punching a punching bag, and running up and down the stands while julien stood by encouragingly as her coach. as this training went on they sang in perfect harmony, “but it's alright, I don't give a damn, I don't play your rules, I make my own, tonight I'll do what I want 'Cause I can”

when the chorus came to an end, the focus was pulled to jaz coming up from a push up and looking directly forward and singing, “I know I'm rare, you stop and stare, You think I care, I don't You talk real loud, But you ain't saying nothing cool” rising to her feet, she passed julien and gave him a high five as she moved to grab a water bottle and continued singing. glistening with sweat and aggression in her eyes, she arrived to the end of her verse and dramatically dumped the contents of her water bottle over her head as she belted out, ‘You can try and try you can't be me!’

moving into the second chorus, ivy and jaz were suddenly in a filled arena full of cheering fans. in ivy’s corner, eli, winnie, kenna, and sammy could be spotted sporting their TEAM IVY shirts in the front row, while in jaz’s corner noah, otto, lemon, and ruby could be spotted wearing their TEAM JAZ shirts as they cheered for the impending match. cutting between ivy and jaz as they entered with davis and julien from their tunnels, their voices again joined as they eyed each other from across the arena and sang their angst out. 

jaz hopped into the actual arena first where joey stood center in a referee’s shirt, but ivy was close behind. they were both followed by their respective coaches. as the bridge arrived, joey called the competitors to the middle of the ring. ivy and jaz shrugged off their blue and red robes and made their way to the center of the ring. while joey soundlessly laid out the rules of the boxing match, ivy and jaz’s eyes narrowed as they stared each other down. jaz began singing ‘yeah I'm super thick, people say I'm much too chick’ now verbally competing, ivy tauntingly cut her off, ‘come and kiss the ring, you just might learn a couple things.’ they were equally matched though as jaz now jumped in with ‘i'm tryin' to school ya dogs--’ but was abruptly stopped by joey blowing his whistle (which sounded a lot like ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff) and signaling their conduct was disorderly. paying no mind to the ref, ivy got right back in on the action with ‘i'm your worst nightmare.’ followed by a ‘bring it we can take it there’ from jaz, then concluded with ivy belting ‘what are you scared?’ over jaz singing the chorus.

with the climax of the song behind them, the last two sets of the chorus were filled with cut scenes of ivy and jaz leaning up against the ropes and vocalizing individually, circling each other in the rink ready to strike, and retreating to their corners to talk to their coaches. occasionally, a fan or two got rowdy enough in the crowd that it cut to their equally as energized antics, but when all was said and done, ivy and jaz stood in front of the north hills mall fountain wearing their normal clothes, backs facing each other, and absolutely silent other than the water bubbling beside them.

eventually both seem to come to the conclusion, it wasn’t worth engaging with one another. it would only be trouble, and a stinging reminder of friendship lost. it was easier to say nothing at all. so ivy stuck her chin up in the air, and jaz pushed some hair behind her ears, and they carried on their separate ways. 

THE END.

[moonelluffer]

"I Choose You!" Leon X Reader One-Shot

Galar Region

          You are laying in bed at your hotel room in Motosoke at the Budew Inn. You had just beaten the Gym Leader Kabu and his fire type pokemon with your trusty sidekick Scornbunny, who had been given to you by your friend Hop's brother Leon. Scornbunny and you had this connection the first time you two had layed eyes on each other. It was almost like you two were meant to be. This is why picking the small fire rabbit was so easy for you.

Year 2020

          As you started to get up from the bed, you looked out the window to see that it was raining outside. Looking over at Scornbunny laying on the floor in a corner you began to chuckle to yourself. Luckily, the carpet is soft and not to rough for the creatures' fur, giving him some cushioning to lay on while he slept.

          Getting up from the bed, you want to go take a shower, brush you teeth and get ready for the day. After showering and finishing up your hygiene in the bathroom you grabbed your [F/C] simple dress and put it on, along with her [F/C] high top socks and equally as [F/C] combat boots. Looking in the mirror you didn't know what you wanted to do with your [H/L] [H/C] hair that day, so you decided to brush the knots out and let it hang down for the day.

          After waking Scorbunny up you were all set and ready to go out the door. As you left the apartment you ran right into Hop, Leon's younger brother who was equally as excited as you were about continuing on to the next gym.

          "Hey [Y/N]! You all set and ready for the next Gym Leader? I heard Allistar is pretty tough and doesn't take it easy on anyone!" Hop said in a very excited tone. He seemed to be really pumped about taking on the Ghost Type Gym Leader.

          "Yeah, I would say I'm pretty excited as well. Winning this will turn into my next stepping stone for beating your brother in the finals." you had stated more calmly but still as excited as Hop.

          "I wouldn't get too sure of yourselves about that!" ??? Said

          You snapped your head around to see the one and only Champion Leon standing behind you in his usual outfit and crown design hat. As he steps closer to you and Hop his 6 foot tall frame towers over you're [Y/H] height. You begin to feel flustered by the sight of him and lose your words. Leon notices you expression and looks at you while giving you a smirk.

          "What's wrong? Meowth got your tongue." he says sarcastically while tilting his head slightly.

          "I-I ... I-uhhh.." you muster out in a weak tone. You begin to get frustrated not knowing why all of a sudden you can't come up with a decent response to his witty remark. As you are standing there lost in your own thoughts Leon can see the annoyance on your face.

          "Hey hun, I'm just messing with you. It's ok." he states in a tone that sounds apologetic while walking up to you and placing his hand on your shoulder.

          "Riiiiggghhht..... Yea... I knew that!" You respond back in an unsure what to say tone. "Well anyway as I was sayi-"

          "How about we all grab some breakfast or coffee before you guys decide to continue on with your journey, shall we?" Leon states cheerfully cutting you off in the process. "I know a really good place where you can get some really good coffee. It's called the "Battle Café", it's most definitely worth a try." Leon continues on.

          "I would, but I'd much rather train up my team for the next gym badge, so I can beat [Y/N] next time I see her again." Hop says confidently to you and his brother Leon. Hop then proceeds to run off without saying another word. You are then left standing there in the hallway of the hotel with the one and only Champion Leon.

          "I guess ... that just makes the two of us! If, you are still up for having the best coffee in town." Leon says confidently. While staring back at you waiting for your response.

          "Yea. Sure we can get some coffee together. What's the name of the place again?" You respond questionably.

          "It's the "Battle Cafè". Come on! Follow me and I'll show you where it is, and this time I won't get lost." Leon answers while gesturing his hand for you to follow as you both make your way to the hotel elevators so you guys can head back to the main floor. As you both were heading out and too the cafè, you couldn't help but fixate your [E/C] eyes on Leon. It was almost like something about him put you in this trance-like state. You watched as he turned to look back at you. His golden amber eyes locking onto your shimmering gentle [E/C] eyes. It was like there was something about you just couldn't re-

          "HELLO! Galar Region to [Y/N]!" Leon said loudly.

          Your thoughts were immediately cut off and your face became red. Feeling stunned and taken a back at the sudden interruption of thoughts you're [S/C] was starting to become visibly even redder. You stood there dumbfounded and the only thing you could muster was:

          "S-s-sorry  ... I must have been dozing off into space." You stammered out the best you could while putting your arm on your other arm and tilting your head down so that your [H/L] [H/C] covered your extremely red face.

         "I was gonna shake you if I couldn't get you to stop staring at me like that. Hahaha!" He stated happily. As if your face couldn't get even more red, it did. You began to shrink down even more and shake alittle from all the emotion you were feeling. Leon noticed you were not ok and rested his hand on your shoulder gently.

          "Hey, are you ok? You've been out of it lately. If you do want we can go back to your hote-

          "No! I'm fine! Everything is fine. I guess my mind has been else where lately, but I would still love to be around you." you shout loudly while cutting Leon off abruptly.

          "Very well my lady. Let us go inside and grab something." Leon replies back with a causal but charming tone. He gracefully grabs your small hand and brings you inside the Cafè. He asks the waiter at the front for a table for two and as you both make your way over to your assigned seat, you could not help but blush more at how well put together and gentleman like he was.

          As you both sat down from across each other the waitress walked over to take both you and orders of drinks.

          "Hello, what can I get for the two of you today." The chipper waitress asked.

          "Two orders of your finest coffee please." Leon stated. The waitress then walked off to get your cups of coffee and both you and Leon were left there to too look at one another until a conversation sparked.

          "So are trying to bring me on this date to smooth talk me into how I plan to kick your butt when I battle you." You remarked jokingly at Leon.

          "Haha! Very funny, but no actually. I wanted to just talk casual with you. Get to know you more as a person, not just as a trainer." Leon replied back.

           "Really? You wanna know stuff about me? What would you even wanna know about me, because my life isnt all that exciting as yours." You replied.

           "I beg to differ, if I may. I'm positive you are more interesting than you found yourself to be, and my life is more stressful than exciting and sometimes, I just wish to get away from it all." Leon responded

           Listening to his response did raise your attention quite alot. "But, if it stresses you out. Why do you do what you do then? I'm sorry if this question seems silly, but I am confused." You questioned.

           "There is no such thing as a silly question, so you are fine. To further elaborate, what I mean is I set out on my journey to be the greatest pokemon trainer of the Galar Region, not to sign my life away and become some brand to the world. I wanted to do it to inspire others. To show them that if somone like me, a person who came from nothing, was able to it! Anyone can do it too!" Leon explained proudly.

           You couldn't help but fall even deeper for him after him saying this. It was comforting to hear him talk like a person instead of this facade he walks around portraying to the whole entire region of Galar. "So -."

          "Well, I might as well stop talking about this. I don't need to be throwing all my Champion life problems onto you. I got myself into this mess after all." Leon stated with great sadness to his voice while cutting you off.

          You looked at him and could see the pained expression on his face. He was definitely bothered by it all and despite him trying to hide it. It was showing more and more as you kept talking.

          You felt compelled to reach your hand over and grab his hand gently but firmly.  He raised his head a bit and his amber eyes looked back into your [E/C] eyes. As your eyes were locked onto each other, you knew in that moment you really loved this man and wanted to be with him.

          "Hey, I just want to say. It's ok, and if you need someone to listen to what really goes on in your head, I am here. You don't need to pretend anymore." You stated softly to him. You could see tears start well up in his eyes for sec and then they dissapeared.

          "T-thank you." Leon stammered softly.

          The coffee than arrived and you both drank it together and made some causal talk with one another. Leon learned that you also liked to walk around the Wild Area quite alot and you learned that he often enjoys making pasta and curry for people. As your conversation continued on you knew you were knee deep in love with him and there was no escaping that.

          After you guys finished your 3rd round of coffee. You realized how late it was getting. It was literally a quarter past 7. You guys have been talking for quite some time. After Leon payed for the check you both than proceeded to walk out and make your two separate ways, but before you were able to go Leon grabbed your arm as you were turning to leave. You stopped and looked back at him and saw he had that same expression he had on earlier when you saw him cry alittle.

          "Are you okay Leon?" You asked calmly. He looked at you for a bit and slowly moved towards you. You guys were about a few inches apart and this made you realize how much he towered over you. You knew he was tall, but never realised how tall. This caused you to blush slightly having him this close to you and looming above your small stature.

          You stare up at him, lost in eyes unaware of your actions anymore you find yourself going up on your toes and planting a kiss on face. Since you are so short you end up missing so your top lip came into contact with his bottom lip. Leon stiffens slightly and you feel as though you made a mistake doing this until Leon pulls back alittle and returns the favor with a proper kiss, not missing this time.

          Your eyes widen slightly surprised at his reaction, but you start to relax. You carefully but slowly  wrap your arms around his neck and let your body arch back slightly to allow you to brush up against his chest until there is no gap between you two. You melt into the kiss and allow him to slip his tongue into your mouth for alittle bit. After a few minutes you both proceed to let go of each other so you both could breath.

          Leon looks down at you and smiles his charming smile at you, the same smile that caused you to fall head over heels for him in the first place. "Good luck trying to beat in the final match now." He teasingly remarks while his arms are still wrapped around your waist holding you close to him.

          "Oh hush! You're not THAT charming!" Yoy playfully respond. Leon raises an eyebrow at you as if indicating he doesn't believe what you said, but you just playfully push him and laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow. I gotta head home." You say while turning to leave.

          "We should do this again sometime. You are a comforting person and I haven't felt that feeling in such a long time." Leone states while turning away and making his way back home. You watch ad he leaves and you couldn't help but blush and smile to yourself.

[dredgenridge]

I am desperate to leave the living situation I am in. I need help. I have tried other place in the past and not a budge. It's a stretch for me to try here. It's a hit or miss deal.

I am 21 years old, working 40+ hours a week with $10 an hour, no vehicle* and I am living with my homophobic family. This has been my life for a while now in this broken down house, literally. I'm in hell.

I do love my job and the family I work but 10 and hour doesn't cut it to live on my own. I hate asking money from them because they have treated me so well in the past. I always feel guilty asking. (This family has gave me gifts amd money to help me get items I need like the special boots I had to order. I need to replace them since they are beat up but they were not cheap for me and work helped me.)

These are the KURU Boots they helped me get because I work outside all day and I am on my feet. I have had these for around six months but they are done. I need to buy a new pair of KURU shoes but I am holding off for at least a few more weeks. (I have plantar faciatis. Work has worked around that fact with me.)

Before you ask, I have tried to do another job, ended up quitting because it was too much to go from outside retail (from 8am-6pm depending on what day it was) to a restaurant (on weekend nights) and didn't get to go home til around midnight a few times? (and for them to ignore some of my notes on my resume about my mental health? I was not going to stay so I quit there and continued to work at my current job.) I have applied for other part time jobs and got one call back but couldn't make it and asked to be rescheduled and they say' "Yes. We can do that." Then that time comes and never get another call?

*In April, it will mark two years my own vehicle has sat in the yard. TWO. YEARS. I do, however, have someone coming Friday night (Mar 13) to look at my truck and then return Sunday afternoon to work on it. So I won't be vehicleless too much longer, hopefully. I've seen his work but I am afraid to be screwed over because I have issues with that. I am always scared since I have been screwed over before.

That truck is my golden ticket outta here.

I am the only LGBT+ person in the house. I know my family is homophobic because they wear it proudly on their sleeve. I have heard their vile bullshit. I hate living in south North America.

It is like they don't think I can hear them when I wear my headset but boy oh boy, all the shit I've been fucking stuck hearing? I have had no privacy in 5 years. FIVE. Look at this.

I am near my bed right now and that is my view to the living room and kitchen. I hear everything. I hear the fighting between my parents, my brother when he talks about me. When I make comment about it they go back and say, "That's the point." when it comes to them talking about me. They clearly are too thick to see how much that has mentally damaged me.

Right behind this wall, is a health hazard.

From the sock over to the dresser is damp on the carpet be cause for over a month we have had a water leak from our water heater tank.

When I opened the door in the room to the water heater tank is, in the room beyond that brick wall- this is what I saw.

A brick wall is literally keeping me from that right now. I am sure that is black mold. I have not felt the best since I opened that door and took those pictures.

My so called father knows about it and hasn't done shit.

You see this?

The bathroom with the working shower has looked like this since at least 2017. That plywood is starting to get bad because of us showering.

In the other bathroom a light could fall in any moment. Been like this for roughly a year or more. I don't know anymore.

We live down the road from a restaurant and when they spray for roaches, we know. We know because my brother works there and they are in our house for a few weeks. I got up late one night to go get some water, flip the switch and I managed to see three small roaches scuttling into dark areas of the kitchen.

Do not get me started on mice during the winter. I don't see them but I can sure as hell hear them.

Another thing. The house is old so the foundation is not stable. The living room floor is warped in different areas and we have a leak under the house with our sewage line I believe. But at least once a month, under the house has to be pumped out of water. We do not have a basement.

My dad clearly does not give a flying fuck about anyone but himself. I think my absent father is a scociopath. Let me clarify. Physically there but never interacted with his kids. HE DOES NOT AND WILL NEVER KNOW HOW TO INTERACT WITH HIS FUCKING FAMILY.

The audacity to think I wanted a rifle that I will never shoot as a high school graduation gift?? I told him I wanted an xbox for graduation around the time he was about to get the rifle and it baffled him. I have always had a high interest in video games and I had not owned my own gaming system like an xbox or playstation of my own up until 2017. It was always share the Wii or PS2. He doean't know me at all.

I've heard my parents fight for at least the last few months and I am so sick of it. My friends are fucking worried beyond belief. They are stuck fucking hearing it when I am in a voice party with them and it is so embarrassing.

Just get a fucking divorce already. I am really tired of playing mom's therapist. I get that she needs to vent and all but to your traumatized, mental disordered child? I already am suffering enough from lack of needed treatment. It has taken such a strain on me that my facade is completely crumbling away at work. I can't hide my pain much longer.

I have wanted to kill myself twice in the last year alone to escape this. I have wanted to make it quick and the least messy as possible with one of the many hand guns thay lay around in the house. I was so close to going through with it the second time I thought about it.

I had made my mind up. Write a letter and a will for what my friends get and what to throw away. I was about to start writing it once I decided that I was ready to die. I scared some people and they told me to go to a hotline to talk me out of it.

That was seven months ago.

I need to escape and this is my last shot on asking for help. (I have asled help for different things and I have been overlooked.) I know friends who want to help me are unable to. I am not mad at them. They are already doing what they can to help themselves first beofre me because I care aboit them and want to make sure they are in a good spot before anything else. They aren't in the best situations either.

I need financial help to help me move. I am only asking for a total of $5000. If you can only donate even just $1 dollar, I will be more than thankful for you help. I am also opening commissions at this time. Please bear with me on timing. I am working 40+ hours a week right now and will work on the commissions as soon as I get a breathing chance when I get home.

My Commission Prices

$10 for a sketch and that will go from a bust to full body. I only do traditional- so pencil and paper. No sketch lines, just a clean pencil drawing. No limit to characters on one drawing. You will be charged for more than one character if you are going to have them on individual papers.

+$1 if you want it inked.

Note- I will not draw backgrounds, do shading or draw any NSFW. I am not adept in those fields.

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Thanks for at the very least reading through. Please help this be spread around. I will follow up with weekly updates through reblogs.

[stoopsbookstore]

Countertop -M-

Synopsis- Seonghwa and Y/N are friends with benefits, who are too stubborn to admit their feelings for each other. A romp during a pool party leads to a jealous Seonghwa, Y/N getting tipsy and a countertop that should be cleaned.

Warnings- Sexual content, Tipsy sex, Unprotected sex, Jealously sex

Seonghwa was laying on the floor of his shared dorm room, the blanket on Yeosang's bed draped over him as he stared at Y/N who was pulling her shirt down, fixing her bra straps. The noises and shouts of a pool party hosted by the Ateez dance crew at the KQ clubhouse pounded through the door.

"Do you want a drink or anything?" Y/N reached for tbe doorknob, Seonghwa standing up his naked glory, "can you at least put on some pants?"

Seonghwa shrugged, wiggling his hips, his cock waving from side to side, "don't act as if you weren't just riding it."

Y/N rolled her eyes, annoyed by the clothes-less male who started looking for his boxers. He looked at Y/N, confused by the sudden coldness of the girl who was moaning out his name in pleasure.

"You know I'm joking, right?" Seonghwa pulled up his boxers, finally wearing a piece of fabric on his body, "Do you want to talk about what's bothering you?"

Y/N turned the knob and walked out of the room, running into Yeosang.

"Hey, Y/N!" Yeosang waved at the girl who blew right by in, walking into the room and seeing Seonghwa standing on his blanket, "Dude! My blanket again?!"

"Not now, Yeosang," Seonghwa ran his hand through his hand, "has Y/N said anything about me?"

"I remember her and Hongjoong talking about you. If I remember correctly, she said she has feelings for you, but knew that you just wanted to keep it just strictly physical, so he offered to take her on a date," Yeosang pulled the blanket from under the older male's feet, throwing it in the hamper as Seonghwa threw on a tank top and basketball shorts.

"I only wanted to keep it physical because I didn't know if I had feelings for her."

"And now you do? Oh now that Hongjoong fucked her, you want her?" Seonghwa's jaw hardened at the wide-eyed boy's vulgarity, "you want her just because Hongjoong does?"

"They fucked?" Seonghwa seemed shocked, one of his dormmates and girlfr- friend with benefits fucked, "when?"

"When you went out with Sua and Joy and proceeded to try and have a threesome with them, Joy left because she doesn't hook up like that, so you just ate Sua out. In the bathroom. With the door unlocked," Yeosang gave a pity pat to Seonghwa, who looked at the verge of punching a wall, "Better talk to her soon."

Y/N had walked into the kitchen, immediately grabbing 3 of Hongjoong's legendary Bomb-Pop flavored jello shots, throwing back as the aforementioned male walked towards her.

"Holy fuck, girl, calm down! There's plenty of more drinks to try," Hongjoong handed Y/N a light green drink, a minty smell lightly whiffing in the air, "it's a mint julep, preapred by yours truly."

"Thanks Hongie, but I think I'm going to stick with a classic Bomb-Pop," Y/N threw another back, Hongjoong throwing his arm around her, fiddling with her plaid mini-skirt as she chugged the mint julep for earlier.

"Let me guess, Seonghw issues?" Hongjoong put his head on Y/N's shoulder, another shot going in her mouth, an attempt at one more shot Hongjoong intercepted, "You should take it easy now."

Y/N leaned on the counter, watching San and Sana battle Umji and Mingyu in a chicken fight, stirring the ice of the mint julep.

"My opinion, just do what he's doing," Hongjoong leaned on the counter, mimicking Y/N, "he fucks around and expects you to be waiting for him on your knees, mouth opened, legs spread, vibrator on your clit? No. At least when I fuck around, I never promise anyone anything."

Y/N elbowed Hongjoong, "At least you're honest about being a fuckboi. You fuck and leave."

"Unless it's you, then I'll cuddle," stifling a laugh, Hongjoong rubbed Y/N's back, leaning on her shoulder and nestling his head on the crick of her neck, lightly blowing on her ear, "I could help with some of the tension."

Hongjoong pulled Y/N closer to him, eventually leaning over her and rolling his hips, Y/N hiding a moan, "maybe it's just the party or the alcohol, but I'll be glad if you help."

Seonghwa hurried down the stairs, his feet stomping on each step as he ran by Sua talking to a boy he knows as Lee Know.

"Hey babe!" Sua grabbed Seonghwa's arm, "I've been looking for you, where have you been? I figured we could have a private party upstairs."

"Not now, Sua," Seonghwa brushed Sua's hand off his bicep, "have you seen Y/N or Hongjoong, preferably separately?"

Sua rolled her eyes, "Last I saw, they were getting touchy-feely in the kitchen."

"Outside or inside?"

Sua responded with a shrug as Seonghwa rushed to the outdoor kitchen, seeing his stepsister, Yuna, and her friend, Jeongin, mixing drinks as they giggled to each other. Empty bottles of liquor around the pairing as Seonghwa stole the one that Yuna was holding.

"Aren't you two too young to drink?" Seonghwa scolded Yuna as she put down a red solo cup in shame, "why are you even here? Don't you have homework due?"

"Jongho told us there was a pool party," Yuna flashed her puppy dog eyes, "can we please stay?"

"No, you're only 16 and I'm not going to be responsible if you get busted for underaged drinking. You two can hang out in the basement for now."

Yuna and Jeongin grumbled, admitting defeat as they walked through the backdoor as Seonghwa walked into the main floor kitchen, witnessing Y/N sitting on a counter, shirt pulled over her chest, head thrown back as Hongjoong started kissing her breats through her bra, his fingers under her skirt.

"Hey, what the fuck?!" Seonghwa shouted as Hongjoong and Y/N pulled away, Y/N jumping from the counter and fixing her skirt, "what the hell?"

Y/N grabbed another jello shot, throwing it back, not wanting to deal with Seonghwa's bullshit at this moment.

"Seonghwa, list-"

"Hongjoong, get the hell out," Seonghwa stared at Y/N as she went back to stirring a different blue drink, Hongjoong scurrying out of the room, "Really? Hongjoong?"

"You don't get to say shit, Park," Y/N sipped the drink, mimicking the tall boy, "Really? Sua?"

"Ok, listen. This sounds cliche as fuck, but Sua wasn't anything, she was literally just a fuck, something to get my dick wet," Y/N scoffed at Seonghwa, "I'm serious. I had to fuck my feelings out, not even fuck her, it was just oral."

"Oh, just oral! That makes it hurt so much less," Y/N clapped her hands together.

"You fucked Hongjoong! Hi pot, I'm Kettle!"

"I did! Because you did the exact same thing. Fuck a girl with nice legs or nice tits and then come back to me, wanting me to bend over backwards for you."

"I thought you bending over backwards was one of your kinks! You always seem so flexible when I fuck you, but maybe that's just because you've been humping Hongjoong, not even a goddamn fucking hour after you were just riding my cock!"

Y/N was stunned, accidentally knocking a glass on the floor, "maybe I wouldn't have fucked Hongjoong if you had just told me your true feelings? Or maybe I would have because you just want to sleep around?"

"Damned if I do, damned if I don't," Seonghwa looked at the glass, both parties feel horrible about what was said, "can we talk about this please?"

"I don't know, can we?"

Seonghwa walked up to Y/N, placing his hand on her cheek, both of them coming to their senses, "what if I told you anytime I fucked someone else, I was picturing you? What if I had to make sure I didn't accidentally moan your name out? What if I told you I'm a fucking dumbass who had to see someone else dry humping you to discover that I am madly in love with you and I'm dying to mark you up, so Hongjoong or any other guy doesn't fuck with you?"

Y/N looked at Seonghwa's face, sweat going off his eyebrow, she grabbed a festival summer colored napkin and wiped his face, seeing the sincerity on his words.

"What if I told you I love you too? What if I told you I wanted you to bend me over the counter, pull my tits out of my shirt, flip up my skirt and fuck me doggy style right here where anyone can see us?"

Seonghwa was shocked at the intense, dirty confession from Y/N. He pulled Y/N closer, spinning her around and flipping her skirt up, "I'm going to kill Hongjoong later. If I ever see him sucking on your neck again, I'll make him watch as I fuck you senseless."

Y/N pulled her shirt up and her bra down, exposing her breasts as Seonghwa pulled down his shorts, rolling his erected cock into Y/N. He moved Y/N's underwear to the side, pushing in with little resistance, thanks to the previous encounters from earlier in the day.

"I'm yours, Y/N" Seonghwa thrusted Y/N into the counter as she moaned, the music loud enough to disguise them, "thank God this isn't an open concept house, or everyone would see us."

Y/N grabbed Seonghwa's hands that were holding him up and moved them to her breasts, not saying a wors as she held them in place. Seonghwa's fingers making quick work of Y/N's exposed nipples as Y/N threw her ass back on Seonghwa's cock.

"I can't wait to fill you up, have you all to myself, making Sua and Hongjoong know we belong to each other," Seonghwa kept his thrusts in the beat of the pounding EDM music, the pleasure from their earlier tryst helping their high.

Seonghwa freed one of his hands from Y/N's grip, reaching under her skirt and underwear to rub her clit, biting down on her neck, leaving hickeys and marks as much as he can.

"Just a little bit more, babe," Seonghwa's thrusts started to lose their rhythm, pounding into Y/N as she started to shudder in pleasure, her high crashing as Seonghwa could feel her clenching around him.

Seonghwa felt his own orgasm releasing as Y/N kept pushing back onto him.

"Take every drop, babe. It's all yours," he saw the white liquid spill out of Y/N as she fell forward on the countertop, exhaustion hitting her from her second orgasm in a short bit of time.

Seonghwa reached for another napkin, pulling out of Y/N and wiping the mess from behind her legs, wetting the napkin so he doesn't irritate the sensitive skin.

Y/N gathered enough strength to fix her shirt and turn around, a sweaty Seonghwa caging her as he caught his breath. The pair looked at each other, wanting to say the first word. Finally, the loud silence was broken when Seonghwa spoke.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Do you think we can talk about this?"

"Yeah. I think we need to."