#me and my friend wanted to make a club of ocs who fucking hate the man

[regegade]

My baby! my darling! I love them!!!! This is Raven Autumn (They/Them)... a fallout 3 oc... `like one of the games i know the least about pffft but it's okay. Extra's below (tw: child marriage, grooming, affairs mentioned)

Raven Autumn is a nonbinary sapphic ex-enclave

Their story is basically being a child bride for Colonel Augustus Autumn who ends up having an affair with an enclave scientist... who happen to be the sister of Autumn's right hand

After Erick destroys Ravensrock they ironically enough get closer to their affair partner's brother who extends sympathy towards them. The two end up leaving the enclave lifestyle and run off looking for their lover/his sister after they lost everything else

They eventually realized they were nonbinary and when picking a name for themselves decided to keep their now dead husband's last name

it took Tucker (ap's brother) a while to get used to it but the two basically as inseparable siblings now

Now they just hope to find their precious sonya alive somewhere... maybe somewhere in the commonwealth :eyes:

btw their voice claim is Dua Saleh

[toji-sweetheart]

𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤 | 𝐭. 𝐳𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

synopsis: Your best friend who is also in your book club drops something a bit darker than what the group is used to, but deep down you find that it triggers something for you and all you need is your husband's help.

wc: 8.5k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + she/her pronouns used + not beta read + my oc! characters + some angst? + cnc roleplay + rough sex + you smoke weed and drink wine but not before the scene + soft degradation with praise + toe sucking (you receiving) + size kink + he's taller than you + he's strong and can you manhandle you + sex toys + no part2 to this!

please note that I wrote this for myself and myself only so this is very self-indulgent! I had so much fun writing this!!! this is a repost that I did edit!

By now Toji knew the drill seeing that it was a tradition. 

You and a few friends would end up at your shared house with wine and a fruity paper-rolled joint each for everyone while talking about the book you all read over the last three weeks before meeting every Saturday at the end of the month to gush about the characters and plot. 

It was only once a month seeing that everyone had jobs and lives that demanded all of your attention and this was a way for you to finally relax and let go of all your responsibilities, forget everything, and laugh with your friends. 

There were only six of you, but mostly only three would come. 

“I’m not sure where to even begin with this book, the male main character to die for, Kaleb is dreamy, and the way he treats Anna makes me want to rip my hair out and eat it, I need a man like that, I hate you for that,” Mai whined as soon as she settled on the loveseat next to Amy. 

The four of you sat on your patio couch under the orange and red streaked sky as a warm summer breeze blew by bringing all the season's smells, someone's pool, a BBQ happening at the end of the road, and fresh-cut grass.

All eyes shifted to you as you poured a glass of sweet white wine. “What?” Your voice came out high-pitched knowing exactly why the other women were looking at you, because they knew you were living a main character lifestyle with your husband Toji. 

Hana whose job was to roll the joints sat next to you and elbowed you gently making you sputter on your wine. “We have no choice but to live vicariously through you and the books, but this one is maybe even something you haven’t done,” Mai told you with a silly grin as she grabbed her purse. 

You watched as she dug through the tote until she finally found what she was looking for. “Ah! So this book is on the darker side, and since it was my turn to choose I picked this one up for everyone.” She announced proudly handing out the books to everyone as her curly burnt orange hair fell in her face. 

Everyone looked at each other and then at Mai skeptically. “Dark how?” Amy asked skeptically once she helped finish the last joint, it was set up beforehand that everyone would get their own so there wasn’t a puff puff pass rule or anything like that and no one ended with burnt fingers or the joint going out. 

“Well,” Mai cleared her throat with a coy smile as she took the cherry-flavored joint and leaned back, “the male mc is obsessed with the female lead but they had an awful breakup and he doesn’t accept it so he breaks into their old shared apartment while she gets ready for a date and he fucks the life out of her then it follows the roller coaster of their relationship.” 

Silence filled the patio minus the soft breeze that blew by ruffling up the pages of the books that sat on the coffee table. “He just breaks in and fucks her?” Amy questioned with a scrunched-up nose, her skin glowing under the lamps that Mai hung up for you as she leaned in to look at Mai with incredulous eyes. 

Amy and Hana were pretty vanilla which is something you never hold against them but Mai will gladly let her freak flag fly and has not a problem with it, nor do you have an issue matching her freak. 

“She does want it at first, have you two never heard of dubious consent?” Mai shot back rolling her eyes as she tucked her slender legs under her glancing at you for backup. 

“Yes, it’s borderline noncon though Mai.” Amy sighed and tucked a piece of blonde hair behind her ear glancing at Hana and then you. 

You sighed not wanting to get in the middle of it. “How about we just read it and see?” Hana suggested surprising the rest of the group as she lit her joint. 

Amy wanted to scoff, you could see it in her eyes but she remained silent. “You know if you pulled that stick out of your ass you’d enjoy things more,” Mai told Amy pushing her buttons wanting to get a reaction out of the controlled woman. 

“Stop it. We only meet once a month and we’re going to fight over what our preferences are in bed? We are adult women with different wants and needs, so stop bristling her Mai, and Amy, I love you honey but you do need to relax a bit and I’m not saying you have to read it, do some reviews on it then see.” 

Mai looked at you conveying her thanks with a wet smooch on the cheek and a tight hug. “This is why we keep you around, you tell us how it is without being too much of a bitch.” She cooed playfully and took the lighter from Hana to light the end of her cherry-flavored joint. 

“Somehow I was dubbed the mother of the group when you are all older than me and I have no children, but maybe you three. Now thank Mommy.” You told them with a grin grabbing your strawberry-flavored joint and the new book settling it in your lap opening to the first chapter. 

Amy was the last one to grab the book after she looked up a few reviews dubbing it okay to read, the scent of marijuana lingered about relaxing your body further onto the patio couch as did the wine that made you giggle as you read the third page reminding you of Toji the other night who was teasing you.

Hana leaned over making sure that her page matched yours when her glassy eyes met yours. “What’s so funny?” She asked curiously as to why you were grinning as the male character was thinking about the female lead and envisioning her in front of him as he jerked off. 

“Nothing, just thinking of what my husband told me last night, he was something…he reminds me of this guy, Kaleb.” You hummed taking a sip of your wine and settling next to Hana resting your head on her shoulder. 

Mai made sure to slide a bookmark between the pages listening to you intently. “What did he say?” She asked wiggling her eyebrows with a grin. 

You rolled your eyes. “Just keep reading, we have an hour to finish a chapter or two and we got to call it a night, Toji will be home soon.” You told them excited for your husband's arrival earning collective head nods from your friends. 

“It’s almost like your husband doesn’t like us or something.” Mai sing-songed, her blue eyes almost shut as she laid back resting her head on Amy’s lap forging the reason that she was even here. 

“It’s not that, he just likes our alone time is all, and I love you three but Mai you yap way too much, Amy you’re so wound up sometimes, and Hana you are too quiet, he thinks you’re scared of him.” You hummed still following the lines on the paper. 

Hana’s jaw dropped as her face flushed red which you knew was partially due to her crushing on Toji, but it seemed like a lot of women do but you knew that your friends would never try to hurt you in any way and you were very comfortable and confident in your love and relationship with Toji. 

Mai and Amy shared a look before glancing at you. “I’m not scared of him but he is scary-looking, and he doesn’t smile unless you’re around,” Hana told you with a high-pitched giggle happy for you more than anything, the other women knew of your life before Toji and how he helped you flourish. 

You couldn’t help but feel a flush of warmth at that, your entire face burned as you hid it in between the pages of your book listening to your friends hoot and howl while teasing you about your teddybear husband. “You three need to start joining dating sites instead of focusing on fictional men you know.” 

“Says the only married one in our group who gets dicked down whenever she wants! Do you know the last time I got laid? If I open my legs you will hear my hips squeaking and I’m sure the spider that made a home there will be upset.” Mai cried as she tossed herself back on the patio couch with a whine. 

All of you busted out in a chorus of laughter as you squeezed Hana’s hand before leaning back with your almost-finished joint, the books were forgotten now as you all waited for Hana to roll another one while Amy refilled the wine glasses. “You sure did get lucky with Toji,” Hana told you with a soft smile.

“He’s not going to leave her so stop acting like it,” Mai told her friend with a warning look causing the air to shift from playful to something thicker with tension.

Hana rolled her eyes and excused herself to your kitchen to help Amy. “She wants your man, why is she still here if she wants to fuck him?” Mai asked with an irritated huff. You knew that she wanted only the best for you, she’s been your best friend since pre-school and Toji was her brother-in-law. 

You lit your second joint and rested your feet on the coffee table letting your eyes shift to the lights that twinkled and gently swayed with the wind knowing Mai was right in a way. “She can fantasize about him all she wants because I know I’m the only woman my husband wants.” You replied with a shrug. 

“Could never be me, if you wanted my man I’d break your kneecaps.” 

Her lips split in a wicked grin as she broke out into giggles. “Well, we both know that you don’t even like men that much, you’re into women.” 

Mai shrugged and pulled her phone out to show you a picture of someone's dating profile. “She’s very pretty, did you message her?” You asked scrolling through her pictures hoping your best friend finds the love she deserves. 

She snatched her phone back and shook her head. “Oh, no. I’m nervous too, this woman is way out of my league.” 

“Have you looked in the mirror lately? I promise you that she will want you and about Hana, leave her alone. I trust her fully and I know she’d never ever hurt me in that way, plus Toji would tell her to fuck off.” You told her with a shrug of your shoulders feeling your body melt further into the cushions. 

“How do you become so confident like that?” Mai asked batting her eyelashes as she placed both linked hands over her heart as she sat up and leaned in. 

You laughed and pushed her face away softly and gently so as not to hurt her just in time for Hana and Amy to join you two with new glasses of wine. “What’s so funny?” Hana asked, her curiosity sometimes got the best of her. 

Mai shook her head when the front door creaked open and then shut followed by Toji’s heavy footsteps into the kitchen where he saw the four of you huddled outside on the patio. His eyes instantly found you with a smile. 

All of the other women watched as you scrambled up off the couch to hurry inside and over to your husband wrapping him in a hug the best you could. “Smokin’ and drinkin’ are we? I’m in for it tonight.” Toji teased rubbing your shoulders then back keeping you close to him as he kissed the crown of your head. 

He knew that when you got a hold of either one or both that his dick wouldn’t have any rest, and your sexual appetite for him seemed to grow making you into a feral woman that wanted to mate with her lover over and over again. 

“They are so cute.” Hana sighed resting her chin in her palm as she watched you and Toji kiss and hold each other close while talking about your days. 

Mai rolled her eyes and cleaned up the table before gathering her stuff and leaving your book on the patio couch. “It’s time for us to go before she rips his clothes off.” She teased leading the other two into the kitchen causing you to pull away from Toji stammering when you got caught in a deep liplock. 

Amy was the first one to hug you and bid a goodnight followed by Hana then Mai. “I’m watching Hana, I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you!” She kissed your cheek then looked at Toji and rolled her eyes waving at him. 

Toji chuckled and made sure they all got to their cars safely from the front door as you stood behind him. “I’m so glad you’re home, I missed you so much.” You whispered standing up your tippy-toes to kiss him when he turned to shut the door and face you. 

His hands swooped down to your ass as you jumped up letting him hold you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around him the best you could while you bumped your nose against him inhaling his scent. “I missed you too baby.” 

You sighed in contentment and let him carry you straight to the bedroom where he lay on top of the blankets with a heavy sigh as you straddled him resting your hands on his broad shoulders and massaging the tense muscles. 

“What are you thinkin’ about darlin’?” He asked hooking his finger under your chin softly pulling your head up to meet his gaze. Years later he could still fill your belly with that soft tug of butterflies and make your heart clench like you were falling in love with him all over again. 

Toji tucked one hand behind his head to look at you as you moved down between his legs that he spread. “It was Mai’s turn to pick a book time and it’s very interesting, to say the least, but it gave me an idea.” You hummed with a slight slur as your fingers tugged his pants off tossing them on the floor. 

His eyes watched as your hands moved to remove his shirt and yours then your shorts then panties before settling on your side next to Toji leaving you both stark naked and skin to skin letting his heat fuse into you as you traced the tattoo of your name on his chest. “Idea?” He asked wanting to know more. 

You couldn’t look him in the eye even though he’s tasted every single inch of your skin. “So—promise not to laugh or anything?” You asked quietly and muffled feeling the weed and wine loosen your tongue. 

“Have I ever?” Toji questioned. 

“Fair point.” You mumbled. 

His fingers traced your spine as silence filled the bedroom for a moment. “The main male character is with the female lead and they broke up but he’s obsessed with her so when she breaks up with him he breaks into her apartment which they shared and he fucks her before her date.” 

“And…you want me to do that?” He asked raising an eyebrow and chuckling when you nodded your head that was stuffed between his ribs and arm when you rolled to your stomach feeling his hand travel further down to your ass. 

“Well, I want to do a roleplay of sorts, we pretend to break up in a public place to make it feel real then you follow me home.” You murmured finally picking your head up to look at him as your toes curled when his hand cupped your jaw gently leaning in to press a tender kiss to your head. 

Toji pulled away to trace your upper lip with his thumb gazing into your eyes intently making the air shrink around you both, everything else faded away as he talked in a low voice making your pussy wet. “So you want me to follow you home and break in and fuck you rough while you try and “fight” me off?” 

You nodded feeling your face heat up in embarrassment as you bit your bottom lip. “Yes, I trust you, and it’s something new. We’ve done a lot, but never something like that and it would be fun I think, also we will have a safe word in case something happens, but I give you my complete permission to be rough, call me sweet or dirty names, and use me as nothing but a toy.” 

Toji felt his blood simmer as he envisioned the many ways he could have you folded. “I agree, the safe word can be peach because you taste like one and smell like it too, also if we do it at a restaurant or something you can throw your water on me, I know that’s something you’ve always wanted to do to someone.” He leaned in stealing your breath with a deep kiss. 

“You are so trying to get sucked and fucked tonight, but I’m so sleepy.” You murmured with a soft giggle as Toji moved you both to cover you and him up with the comforter tucking you in his side and making sure you were resting your head on his chest letting his heartbeat lull you into a deep sleep. 

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Morning came all too quickly. 

Sun filtered through the open curtains spilling into the room bathing it in a warm golden light waking you up and snuggling back in Toji’s arms. You knew that during the night you and him ended up back to back fighting for the covers, and then in the morning he pulled you back on his warm chest. 

“Good morning darlin’,” Toji murmured with a smile in his voice as he gave your ass a good squeeze making you squeal and roll out of his arms rolling your eyes playfully as you picked up his shirt from the floor pulling it on. 

Toji followed after you clad in his boxers sure to grab you again pulling you into his chest and kissing you before letting go watching as you started on the coffee while he pulled out leftovers for breakfast. “When do you want to do your little roleplay?” He asked heating the food as you made both cups. 

You hummed softly curling your toes. “I’m not sure, maybe next weekend? I need to read the book some more.” 

“I have it off and you’ll need to recover from Friday night.” He told you with a grin as you turned around to look at him with love and adoration. 

Both of you ate together, letting him feed you here and there before he went outside to work on the shed for the background while you cleaned up and joined him shortly after with your book curling up on the couch reaching for your joint from last night lighting it while leaning back picking up from your spot. 

Toji couldn’t help but glance at you, nearly cutting off a digit when you turned on your side which caused his shirt to slide up exposing the curve of your bare ass that caused his cock to swell forgetting the whole reason why he was out here, unbeknownst to you he stalked quietly up to you when you laid on your belly. 

Your eyes were trained intently on the words, you and Toji replacing the actions the characters were doing. Currently, the male lead was stalking his ex after the encounter, something he wasn’t able to forget but it seemed she could and that ignited him to go to plan B, kidnapping her. 

“Oh!” You gasped when you felt Toji slide his hands under your hips lifting high in the air and pushing the shirt down to pool at your head while he kneeled behind you kissing the curve of your ass making you moan and shudder feeling his tongue glide over your pussylips like a ghost. 

Toji spread your cheeks open pulling away to watch your holes clench simultaneously making him chuckle, he ran his finger up the seam of your pussy playing lightly with your slick entrance. “Read out loud sweetheart, you stop what you’re doing and I stop and I think we both don’t want that, do we?” 

“‘His Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes followed Anna, her hair swished back and forth mostly from her forgetting a hair tie this morning before her run. The black strands were just wrapped around his fist last night remembering how she sucked his cock—Toji!” You whined pushing back in his face panting. 

His tongue rimmed your cunt before sucking on your clit as his fingers massaged the fat of your ass pulling you closer trying to suffocate himself in your essence as you tried your best to stutter out another sentence feeling the tingles deep in your gut spreading into your veins making you hazy. 

Thick fingers slid inside your wet cunt with a loud squelch as Toji tongued your pussy while pumping in and out in quick succession moaning softly while feeling his cock throb and pulse at how good you tasted, like the sweetest candy he’s ever had. 

You gripped the couch cushion letting your eyes flutter shut as pleasure took over feeling your orgasm rise and crash over you while moaning your husband's name over and over like a soft prayer to your salvation. 

His addiction to you and yours to him made it hard to finish the rest of the book as you found yourself between his legs while he sat man-spread where you just were while gagging on the length of his dick, slurping and licking the tip before kissing your way down to his sack sucking on it gently. 

Toji felt like he was in heaven when you deepthroated him not breaking eye contact as his cock pulsed sending jets of thick and warm cum over your face when you pulled him out of your mouth letting him coat you in his essence. 

It didn’t take long for you to both get in the shower cleaning each other off before making your way into the kitchen for some lunch enjoying your days off before going to work tomorrow. 

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Each day passed by and you texted Mai, Hana, and Amy in your group chat asking if the four of you could meet up knowing the other two had left the bookclub and friend group. 

You wanted to tell them all about your dirty secret because it felt like you were heating up from the inside out and during work, you finished the book unable to help yourself. 

It wasn't something that happened often, only when the words pulled you in and between staying up after Toji went to bed knowing he’d want you to get some rest but it was difficult to put it down when you got to a good part. 

An hour after work you found yourself nestled next to Mai while you and her sat across from Hana and Amy sharing a plate of food. “So, I finished the book.” You announced with a small grin earning a collective gasp from them. 

“It’s only been three days! It’s a seven-hundred-and-something-page book!” Amy squealed gathering the attention of nearby tables, she apologized and sucked on her straw keeping her head down. 

Mai snorted with laughter and rolled her eyes. “I’m not surprised, let me guess you and Mr. Perfect are going to play something out in there?” She asked already knowing how the gears turn in your head. 

Hana’s face burned a bright pink as you told them in a pg-thirteen rating of what you and Toji had planned this weekend. “Are you going to break up in public? What if someone you know sees?” She questioned. 

“It’s none of their business even if they do, and again it sounds like you want them to break up. You do know that is her husband?” Mai shot back glaring at Hana who sputtered as all three of you looked at her. 

She nodded her head and blushed, her creamy complexion was a dark red. “I don’t mean it like that, I don’t want people to start rumors. You know how people can be.” Hana defended herself before taking a sip of her drink. 

Mai glanced at you with a skeptical look on her face and a slight I told you so when Amy cleared her throat. You leaned in to gaze at Hana. “I don’t care if they do or not, and I don’t know why you care so much. I hope you know that Toji would never break out vows nor does he even like you like that.” 

“I don’t want him! I want you!” Hana cried out, her hazel eyes were wild as they widened when her mind caught up with what she just said out loud. 

Mai’s jaw dropped as she tried to process the bomb Hana dropped. “Is that why you stared at her when she was wearing shorts? You want to fuck her!?” She asked and threw her head back howling with laughter at the situation. 

You sat there letting the news sink in for a moment unsure how to respond. “I—I got to go home, I’ll see you later.” Everyone watched as you scrambled out of the booth and to your car all but peeling out of the parking lot to go home. 

Toji was sprawled out on the couch when you slipped inside the living room setting your purse down. “Hana wants to fuck me.” His head snapped toward you as you stood by the couch looking back at him. 

The look on his face as he took in everything made you wince as you sat next to him. “Did she say that?” He asked cocking an eyebrow while taking hold of your hand and kissing it gently. 

“She did, Mai thought she wanted you but she blurted it out tonight that she wants me….and how am I supposed to take that?” You asked exasperated. 

To be honest you weren’t sure if it was better if she liked your husband. 

“I don’t blame her, but I don’t share, and trust me I already had a few coworkers who had their lips busted for even joking about sharing you.” 

Your mouth opened as you stared at your husband playfully slapping and shoving his shoulder, but the mountain of a man barely even moved. “Is that why you came home with sore knuckles?” You asked moving to curl in his lap. 

Toji wrapped you in a tight hug kissing the top of your head. “You’re my baby, I ain’t goin’ to let anyone talk about you like that, but me.” He husked kissing your jaw when you tilted your head up, his tongue tracing down your neck where he sucked on the soft flesh heating your body. 

“My sweet slut who will do anything for her husband, won’t you?” Toji cooed in your ear as his fingers played with the hem of your shirt making you shiver when his tongue traced the shell before nipping the lobe softly making you cry out as you bucked your hips rubbing against his bulge with a moan. 

His words made your face burn with want and you knew Toji would never mean anything of that, he knew what you liked and he wanted to keep you happy. You nodded looking at him with low-lidded eyes as you moved to kneel between his legs palming his bulge before rubbing your face against it. 

The soft material of his sweatpants felt nice against your cheek while you hooked one finger into the band of his pants and boxers to tug it down revealing his cock that slapped against his stomach, heavy and taut. 

He smelled like musk with a hint of sweat and all male, potent too. 

It made your mouth water as you wrapped your finger around the thick shaft unable to touch your tips. “I love seeing you on your knees for me.” Toji groaned watching you while he spread his legs wider to make more room for you. 

You rose on your knees and leaned in to kiss the sticky tip of his cock lapping up the pre-cum that reminded you of a pearl, shimmery and a creamy white that tasted like Toji urging you to suck more of him into your mouth hollowing your cheeks out making sure to pleasure your husband the best you can. 

His head laid back on the back of the couch hearing you gag wetly around his length that choked you when you reached as far as you could go. Your eyes stung with tears as you stuffed more of him feeling your spit bubble thickly around the corner of your lips that dripped down his cock making a mess. 

Toji wanted to see you with a mouthful of his dick so he sat up a little more to look down at you through dark lashes as you jerked off the rest that you weren’t drooling on. “So pretty ‘f me like that, my cute cocksleeve.” 

You moaned letting your eyes flutter shut when you felt Toji slip his hands under your armpits to lift you with ease pulling his cock free from your mouth with a wet pop. “What are you doing?!” You squealed as he laid you on the couch. 

“I’m going to fuck you.” He answered like it was self-explanatory. 

Your mouth opened then closed when you felt your cunt clench around nothing, his fingers danced over your slick heat before using it to lube up his dick. Toji gripped the base of it softly slapping it against your pussy with a smirk watching your face screw up and pout when he barely thrust halfway in. 

With your legs spread obscenely wide Toji pushed them further back until your knees were almost touching your ears as he gripped the back of your thigh huffing and puffing as your warm and wet heat sucked him in. 

He dropped down on his elbows grazing his lips against yours mingling your breaths together as he kissed you deeply, one hand slid under your head and the other went under your ass giving a cheek a soft squeeze as he slowly stroked in and out of you making your head hazy and body soft as putty. 

Toji knew the right spots to hit and what to do to make you cream, so his thumb skated along your hip and soft belly to make tight circles around your clit making you tighten around him and push your chest out more. “T—ohji!” 

Your mouth parted in a small when his mushroom tip kissed your cervix, it was an intoxicating blend of pain and bliss that made you cling tighter to him falling into the throes of pure pleasure as you succumbed to your orgasm. 

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Ever since that night with your friends, you haven’t talked to Hana, and Amy really but you called Mai every day. “I had no idea that she had the hots for you, do you think she touches herself thinking about you? OH! When you talked about Toji eating you out do you wonder if she wanted to be him?” 

“Why must you ask me those questions? I texted her but I don’t how to feel, I don’t want to lose our friendship because I do love her but I also didn’t want her to fall more in love with me. I don’t even know.” You sighed and scrubbed at your face as you leaned against the counter Friday morning. 

Mai cackled in the background followed by a loud bong rip. “Sorry, wake and bake. I have to before work or I’ll go apeshit crazy on someone, anyway, I know how you feel. Talk to her and let her know that babe.” She hummed followed by a loud hacking sound in your ear making you roll your eyes as you walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

“How can you be so silly more times than not but know the right thing to say? And it’s not only his dick that I love, I also love Toji for who he is, I love how he makes me feel, and when I’m having a bad day he just knows.” You gushed cleaning up the mess you made for tonight’s preparation in your bedroom. 

Mai made a fake gagging sound, the same noise she made when you two got married. “Sounds like you love me too. Call her. I’ll see you later because I want all the deets on how he made you his cum slut!” Before you got the chance to say anything else she hung up making you laugh. 

Toji was in the shower when you picked your outfit to wear for breaking up with him, it was a sundress that you knew would drive him nuts. Once you got dressed you stepped into the steamy bathroom just in time for him to get out wrapping his towel around his waist and stopping your movements. 

“You are so sexy and so handsome, I’m not sure how you haven’t gotten sick of me yet with me loving on you all the time.” You told him with a warm genuine smile that made his chest tighten while he stood behind you watching as you styled your hair and put on lip gloss and mascara. 

He couldn’t help himself and rest his hands on your hips popping your ass out a little so he could grind lazily against you. “Because I like it, especially when you’re so needy for me, I love how obsessed you are with me because I feel the same way.” You watched in the mirror as he snaked one arm around your waist. 

His lips trailed up your neck not breaking eye contact as he kissed up your throat and shoulder fingering the strap to your dress. “You’re a minx.” He groaned deeply inhaling your natural musk feeling his cock grow and swell. 

You did too as he pulled you impossibly closer leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses that left you a quivering and shivering mess as he pulled away with a chuckle. 

“Why are you breakin’ up with me? I fucked your sister or somethin’?” Toji asked as you followed him to the bedroom for your shoes and to spray on his favorite perfume. He wanted to know what the fake reason was. 

You laughed and rolled your eyes as you grabbed your shoes and sat on the edge of the bed watching him get dressed in shorts and a loose t-shirt that showcased his corded muscles and bulging biceps you wanted to bite. 

“I don’t even have a sister, besides Mai and she likes women more than men. What if you don’t pay enough attention to me? I could be the one fucking your best friend or something?” You suggested leaning back propping yourself up by your hands as he fixed his hair in the mirror before turning to look at you.

His lips were set in a straight line thinking about you and Shiu. “I think I pay plenty of attention to my pretty girl, am I right?” He asked stepping forward and planting his fists on either side of you to bend down until his face was inches from yours. 

Your eyes searched his feeling your breath hitch in your throat as he smirked pulling away once more making you reach out and slap his ass before scrambling off the bed and toward the living room grabbing your purse and following Toji to the car letting him open your door for you. 

“Remember the safe word? You say that at any time and we stop, I don’t care what it is. You’re breaking up with me because I’m too suffocating and you need a break from me, you get up from the table and get in the car, I’ll call a taxi home to make it feel really real, you’re going on a date with Shiu.” 

Toji explained sounding like he already had this planned out before you even brought it up. “I agree, I think it’s so sexy and hot when you take charge like that.” You cooed leaning over to kiss his jaw tracing his scar before pulling away. 

By the time you both made it to the cafe that you’d never visited before which was a bit out of town your nerves were a bit jumbled as you were seated in a populated area. The waiter sat the drinks down when you inhaled deeply gathering up the courage as you looked at Toji who was leaning back. 

The both of you got into character letting your real selves slip away for a moment. 

His eyes were trained on you and more than anything you wanted to lean in and kiss him, tell him how much you love him and how thankful you are that he’s your husband. “We need to break up.” You murmured holding your glass.

Toji leaned in, his face darkening as he absorbed your sentence. “No.” 

You furrowed your eyebrows feeling a stinging sensation deep in your gut, but you knew it wasn’t real, however, even the thought of losing him made you want to cry and lash out. “Yes, you are way too suffocating me. I can’t even have friends over without you getting jealous and I like someone else.” 

Your voice rose a little as you stared back at him reminding you of the fights you had. “Who do you like?” Toji asked completely in character now as his thick fingers drummed atop the table waiting for your answer. 

“Shiu.” 

His eyebrows rose as he whistled low and slow. “My best friend?” 

“Yes, it’s over.” You stated again watching him give the smallest of nods hinting that it was okay for you to throw the water on him. Your hand shook a little as you grabbed the glass which was slippery from the condensation while you pulled your arm back tossing the ice-cold liquid on your husband. 

He stood up quickly knocking over his chair as his grey shirt soaked up the water leaving a dark patch that clung to his abs, this time he gathered everyone's attention. “Sir, is everything okay?” The waiter came up to Toji with a shocked look on his face as he glanced at you watching you stand up fast. 

Without another word and a heart beating way too fast, you scurried to your car, the keys shaking too much for you to get the car unlocked forgetting you could hit the key fob instead, it felt so real and even though you slipped your wedding rings off before heading out you wished you had it with you. 

It took you only twenty minutes to get home and in the door searching for your phone in your purse as you rooted around it checking for a text from Toji. 

Nothing. 

It was growing darker but in the summer months, the sky didn’t turn black until well into the evening and now you had no choice but to wait feeling anxious and excitement build up as you took a shower and ended up in your bedroom sitting in front of your vanity as the minutes ticked by stretching into hours. 

You weren’t sure what Toji was doing to kill his time but it made you restless. 

With no choice but to wait you applied your makeup at your vanity like you were getting ready for a date as you listened to your playlist, the thought of Toji waiting and stalking you made your pussy burn with something new, and the blood in your veins felt thicker and hotter as you shut your eyes hearing the window. 

Too wrapped up in your head you had no idea how much time had passed by when the pane slid open to reveal Toji in a mask, only his eyes and mouth visible which sported a smirk. “Now darlin’, it’s not nice to break a man’s heart and leave him there hanging. You owe me.” He muttered pushing the rest of the window open and climbing through gracefully before towering above you. 

Your mouth dropped open as you stood up from your chair and frowned staying in character. “What are you doing here?! I told you that we’re over!” You all but shouted thankful that you didn’t have any neighbors. 

Toji chuckled darkly and took another step toward you watching as you quickly dodged him and hopped on the bed to bypass him and get out of the bedroom but he was much faster grabbing onto you and tossing you back onto the mattress reaching for his duffle bag you didn’t even pay attention to. 

He sat it on the edge of the bed and unzipped it slowly pulling out pink silk ropes, easy on the skin and in your favorite color too. You lay there frozen in faux fear and real-life desire that made your blood boil. Toji grabbed your ankles suddenly drawing you down the bed causing you to fight him off. 

“Keep struggling, it just makes me want you that much more.” He whispered in your ear as he pinned you to the bed on your belly with your arms behind your back, you felt the soft silk rope weave between your wrists that Toji tied not too tight to hurt but enough that you had to wriggle a bit to take them off. 

His fingers trailed down your thighs lifting your skirt a bit to look at the thong you slid on making him groan. “Oh, princess. You really know how to spoil a man.” Toji moaned, the sound gurgling in his throat as he pushed your legs together and bent your knees at a ninety-degree angle tying you in a hogtie.

Toji was sure to offset your feet slightly so your ankle bones wouldn’t rub against each other causing you pain, it seemed that he did his research. 

You mewled when he stroked your barely clad-pussy for a moment before pulling away. 

With your face buried in the sheets you couldn’t see anything but you could hear Toji digging around in his bag for something, a surprise until the soft hum of the Hitachi wand, one of his favorite things to use on you. 

He tossed it by your head making sure you could see the pink body. 

“No one will ever be able to make you feel as good as I do darlin’, it hurts me that you think you can.” He grunted in your ear as he grabbed the wand moving to kneel behind you, his rough hands lifted your hips before he stuffed a pillow under you keeping your ass high in the air. 

A little maneuvering and you could feel the rubberized head of the toy press against you when suddenly it turned off making you jerk and moan. “Going to make you nice and dumb before I give you what you really want.” 

You tried to buck up and get him off but it was fruitless when his free hand was pinning your shoulder down making it impossible to get up. Toji drug the head between your slick pussylips pressing it more into your clit. 

He kept this up, teasing you by dragging it up and down sometimes pushing it against your quivering hole. “If you want it so bad all you have to do is use your big girl words, can you do that?” Toji asked spread your cheeks open. 

Feeling so exposed you gasped even though he’s fucked every hole he could. 

“I hate you! We’re broken up!” You cried with faux tears that caught Toji’s attention making his dick pulse, his hand came down to swipe away your tears. 

He chuckled and pulled the toy away tossing it on the bed before he untied you, as soon as the last knot was undone you attempted to wiggle up the bed. “Look so pretty while you’re cryin’ for me. If you hated me so much why are you letting me play with you?” Toji husked delivering a soft smack to your rump. 

Toji took his mask off and that was it, keeping himself completely dressed while he ripped your clothes off at the seams making you shriek, the loud sound of fibers being torn filled your ears as you watched him toss the tattered bits to the floor before he untied your hands and ankles. 

He grabbed you again laying you flat on your back as he hovered above you with a crazy smirk. You could read it in his face he didn’t want to hurt you. 

You nodded letting him know you were okay, little checkins to make sure you still wanted this. “I don’t have a choice, you take and take.” You whined trying to push him off you but it was pointless when he pinned your hands above your head. 

Using his free hand he trailed it down your chest groping each breast and tweaking both nipples until he reached your pussy. “Holy hell, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” He was thrown off by how much slick your cunt had produced, making between your thighs a wet mess. 

Toji groaned spreading the wetness before sliding two fingers knuckle deep in making you cry out and lay your head back on the pillow he found a slow pace as his mouth latched around your nipple suckling on it slowly, gently scraping his teeth along the bud while his thumb circled your clit. 

Your mind grew fuzzy at the edges as your lover submerged you in a puddle of pleasure reminding you of spending all day under the hot sun and coming inside to an air-conditioned room feeling instantly at ease. He moved to your other nipple as you threaded your fingers through his hair whining softly. 

Everything about the plan slowly trickled from your brain and out your ear forgetting that it was your idea to begin with, all you wanted was Toji. 

“Please want you so bad, oh please baby just fuck me already, I need to feel you inside me!” You babbled with a teary gaze looking at your husband who met your gaze with your nipple still in his mouth, he pulled away with a wet pop and licked his lips. 

He squeezed your cheeks gently and chuckled watching your lips squish together. “My needy baby, did you forget about our breakup? You broke my heart so now I’m going to break you.” He growled and spread your legs making you gasp at how quickly he was able to move and have you folded. 

Toji groaned palming himself as he kneeled between your thighs and freed his cock with one hand while the other grabbed your ankle gently lifting it for him, the polish on your toes matched you perfectly and so did he. 

You watched with bated breath as he sucked on your big toe, swirling his tongue around it before moving to each toe kissing each one showing his love to each one before kissing the arch of your foot and putting it on his shoulder. 

“Do you know how much I love you?” Toji asked breaking character for a moment as he stared down at you, his massive body blocked most of the light and from where you lay he looked bigger and more imposing. 

You nodded again. 

Toji leaned in with a chuckle gripping your cheeks again gently. “Good, because I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.” He muttered and pulled away to jerk himself off for a few seconds while you wiggled down the bed to catch the head of his cock on the hood of your cunt. 

Your gazes clashed together as he grabbed your hips dragging you on his cock filling you in one thrust making your toes curl hard in his shirt, the other dangled around his waist as he fucked you hard and fast making the bed creak, the headboard hitting the wall with each powerful drive of his hips. 

With each stroke Toji fanned the fire in your belly, your fingers clawed at his back moaning and whining while lifting your hips to meet his thrusts feeling him go deeper that made you gasp stealing away your breath. 

Sweat beaded along his hairline and dripped down on your bare chest, the heat and friction between you both created an inferno of lust and love for each other as he rocked into you wanting to reach your womb almost. 

Toji bent down to capture your lips in a deep kiss claiming your mouth with his tongue sucking on it before nibbling on your bottom lip and pulling away to rest his forehead against yours feeling his orgasm tingle at the bottom of his spine. 

He pulled away and out of your wet cunt with a squelch before Toji was taking your spot then he pulled you back onto the bed and his lap sliding his hands on the back of your sweat-slicked legs to raise them in the air, his fingers rested on the back of your knees as you reached down to hold his arms. 

With immense strength, Toji lifted you and then sat you back down on his cock, in this position your cunt was tighter making his head swim. “You feel so good, I ain’t ever gonna leave my pretty princess alone, why would I when you’re the perfect little slut for me?” He huffed biting your shoulder gently. 

Your head lolled back as he fucked you from below, his sack patting against you wetly which filled the room along with the heavy perfume of sex, a blend of yours and his musk, something that can never be recreated. 

His cock bullied your puffy cunt that sucked him in deeper coating his shaft in a creamy white feeling your orgasm crash over you hard and fast, your eyes fluttered shut as your mind frayed putting you in a trance-like state, this climax felt a lot different as Toji chased his high until he was pumping you full. 

You both stayed like that for several minutes panting and coming down from your high basking in the soft sex glow. “I love you…thank you, baby, that was everything and more than what I wanted.” You husked looking at him. 

He kissed you gently and pulled away to help you off his lap wincing when he pulled out leaving you empty and the sheets a mess. “I love you too, always and forever.” He told you and stepped into the bathroom to draw a bath. 

“Let’s take a bath, order dinner in and I’ll get you a joint.” Toji knew all the ways to make your day and life easier, but after this whole scene, you felt more connected to him than you ever have with anyone else. 

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YOU BELONG TO SOMEBODY ELSE.

KING VON x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: based off of the "You Belong To Somebody Else" phone call. ✨

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"𝗠𝗔𝗡, 𝗜 𝗦𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗜'𝗠 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗔𝗦. 𝗔𝗟𝗟'𝗨𝗠 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞," Angel scoffed, concluding the horror story of her date from last night, as she ran her hands down her face and her friends laughed at her, "then, the nigga had the audacity to say i "owe" him pussy 'cause he took me out to dinner! nigga, i'on owe you a motherfuckin' thing, you lucky i even agreed to be out in public with yo' wack ass!"

"moral of the story: don't give a nigga who be in ya inbox bein' thirsty a chance 'cause they turn out to be weirdos." Tiffany joked, raising her hands in defense, as Eileen and Paige laughed and Angel cracked a smile before laughing with them.

"exactly, you got the lesson down-pat. i'm glad my lame ass date could be a life lesson for y'all." Angel joked as the four of them laughed together.

"if that one nigga — he who shall not be named — woulda' acted right, you wouldn't have even been put in that position to be onna' date wit' a lame ass nigga." Paige added, raising her hands in defense, as Eileen's brows raised and a small smirk crossed Tiffany's face while the three girls stared at Angel, making her smack her lips and mug the three of them.

the man "who shall not be named" that they were referring to is Von, and it wasn't that he didn't "act" right, it was because he was still in cahoots with his ex and talking to Angel at the same time, which she wasn't going for. part of her felt like she couldn't be mad because though the two were talking, they technically weren't together yet, so he could do whatever he wanted just like she could, but she hated that he was talking to her and entertaining someone else at the same damn time, especially since they had been talking for 3 and a half months.

not to mention, she ended up getting into with his ex on social media, and she was the type to keep her business off social media at all times, so when that shit hit the internet, she left Von alone for good. she wasn't about to be roped into whatever love triangle he had going on, and she certainly wasn't about to fight or argue with his ex over him because she felt that it was never that deep or that serious to be in conflict over some dick, no matter how good it was.

after Angel cut him off, Von tried profusely to get in contact with her to explain himself. he stalked her Instagram page and liked all her stories and posts, especially the ones with her face on them, and he ended up blowing her phone up so much that she had to get a new number, and now she hasn't heard from him anymore, which was still shocking to her almost three months later because Von was stubborn — just like Angel — and slightly crazy when it came down to a woman he cared about.

Angel tried to replace him and give other men a chance, but it was practically to no use. there would always be that one red flag that couldn't be ignored, so Angel cut 'em off and never looked back. those other men just weren't him, and regardless of how he'd fucked up and hurt her, she couldn't deny that no other man could top him and that she still cared about him, but her stubbornness refused to hear him out or talk to him, so she decided that she'd rather move on with her life than be stuck in the past.

"we don't talk about him no mo', hush," Angel chuckled, shaking her head, as Paige made a zipping gesture to her lips and gave Angel a thumbs up, making the three girls chuckle, "i feel like we should go out tonight. you know, it's a new club openin' downtown tonight around 9, we should hit it up."

"i agree. it's been a lil' minute since i been out, i needa' see if i still got it." Eileen smirked, sticking out her tongue, as Paige stuck out her tongue as well and the two women dapped each other up, making Angel and Tiffany laugh.

"yeah, i second that, and since it's the grand opening and all, it's bound to be some fine ass rich niggas in there. i'an no gold digger or nun', but i'an fuckin' with a nigga that ain't a balla'." Tiffany declared, playfully shrugging, as Eileen and Paige dapped her up and Angel laughed at them before shaking her head.

"a'ight, man, take y'all dappin' asses home and find somethin' to wear for tonight. i'ma come pick y'all up around 8."

—

Angel stood in her bathroom with a black silk robe loosely tied around her waist as she stared at herself in the mirror and ran her fingers through her copper-colored waist-length boho braids, slightly narrowing her eyes while she tried to think of a way to style her hair.

"what damn hairstyle haven't i already done?" Angel mumbled to herself as she grabbed a handful of half of her braids and held them on her head like a makeshift ponytail, "i might just do another half-up half-down—"

before Angel could finish her thought, her phone began buzzing on the bathroom counter, and without paying attention to the caller's I.D., she answered the phone and put it on speaker.

"hello?"

"whea' you at, lil' folks?"

Angel instantly froze when she heard that familiar-sounding voice and her eyes quickly averted to her phone as she looked at the caller's I.D., seeing an unsaved number.

"Von?" Angel asked, recognizing the area code of the number, as a wide smile unknowingly spread across her face and her hands slowly left her hair, "how you get my new number?"

"don't worry 'bout all'at, Angie, just know i got connects everywhea' i be," Von answered, referring to the girl by the nickname he created for her, as Angel felt her heart rate rise and rested her hand on her chest, feeling several emotions hit her at once, "but answa' my question, whea' you at, ma?"

"at home, Dayvon," Angel answered softly, slightly tightening her robe like he could see her, as she grabbed her phone and walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light behind her while she sat on her bed, "it ain't nowhere else i'm 'posed to be at."

"good, i'm 'bout to pull up on you. i'an seen you in a while, i been missin' you," Von confessed as Angel nervously began chewing on her bottom lip, "i know you probably don't wanna hear me out or nun', but my bad fa' that situation i had you in, i'an mean fa' nun' of that shit to go down the way it did, Angie."

"i... i don't know about lettin' you come see me, Von..." Angel mumbled, feeling iffy about letting him come over because she had no clue how she'd act if she saw him face-to-face again.

if hearing his voice over the phone made her suppressed emotions resurface, there's no telling what would seeing him in person would do to her.

"look, i know you still think i'm fuckin' wit' my ex and all these otha' different hoes and all'at bogus shit, but i ain't doin' nunna' that shit, Angel. i swea' i ain't. i got bad ass trust issues and i know you do too, but i wanna try again with'chu on a clean slate, shawty. all i'm askin' fa' is another chance to make this shit right," Von continued, practically pouring his heart out over the phone, as Angel listened attentively and gently toyed with the ends of her hair, "you already know how i feel about you, Angie, and ain't nunna' that shit changed. so, i'm finna' come ova'."

"right now?"

"right now, lil' folks."

Angel sat in deep thought, pondering on if she should allow him to come see her. Von wasn't the type to lie to her because frankly, he didn't give a fuck enough to lie about how he truly felt. he was always open and bold with his emotions, so any type of doubt Angel ever had towards him would always fade because she knew he wasn't a liar like most niggas.

when he mentioned their trust issues, it reminded her that that was the first thing they bonded over. both of them had trouble trusting people because they had been hurt and abandoned in the past, but they just dusted themselves off and kept going. Angel knew Von trusted her, but she didn't know if she should let him back into her life again after everything that happened. though she believed that most people deserved second chances, she didn't know how many second chances she had inside her before she gave up and refused to let anyone get too close to her.

but something about the way Von spoke to her... Angel knew she had to put her stubbornness aside and give him another chance. her heart was practically begging her to.

"text me when you outside, Von."

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Angel sat anxiously on her bed as she checked her phone every 5 seconds to see if Von had texted her, her mind racing and her emotions all over the place. honestly, she didn't know how to feel about seeing Von again after two months, especially since she had been avoiding him that entire time. her ignore game was no joke, and neither was her stubbornness, but somehow Von managed to slip through both of those walls she had built up, and she didn't know how to feel about it.

was it worth it letting Von back into her life again? she didn't know, but maybe seeing him again would help her make up her mind.

simultaneously, Angel's phone buzzed and she heard a car door shut in her driveway, making her begin to chew on her bottom lip for a second time. she looked down at her phone and read the text that said "Outside", making her softly sigh through her nose while she got up and headed downstairs to her front door.

unlocking and opening the front door, there stood Von in all his glory as he was dressed in a white tee, grey sweatpants, and a pair of Jordans with a grey snapback hat that rested backward on his two-strand twisted locs and an "OTF" chain that rested around his neck, cologne radiating off of him and flooding Angel's nose while the two stood and stared at each other.

even in some sweatpants, that man could still look incredibly handsome.

stepping to the side, Angel allowed him to come in as she shut and locked the door behind him, slightly tightening her robe so it wouldn't fall when she least expected it.

"i interrupted you a'sum'?" Von asked, gesturing and referring to the robe on her body, "i know you only wear that when you gettin' ready an' shit."

"kinda'. i was just tryna' figure out how to style my hair when you called me," Angel answered, chuckling softly, as she hesitantly opened her arms and gestured for him to hug her, nearly melting against him once his arms wrapped around her, "...i missed you."

"i know," Von mumbled, burying his head in the crook of her neck and taking in her scent, "i missed you too, ma."

"i'm... i'm sorry—"

"don't apologize fa' nun', lil' folks, all that shit was my fault. i shoulda' neva' got you mixed in nun' of that old shit, i'an surprised you went ghost onna' nigga," Von interrupted her as he picked her by her waist and raised his head from the crook of her neck, causing the two to make eye contact, "but i'm sorry for all'at shit, ma. fo'real."

the look in his eyes was something Angel had never seen before, and she was sure Von could say the same thing about her. both of them were extremely vulnerable in that moment, and though they had trouble trusting others, they started to realize that they could trust each other.

Angel gently cupped Von's face in her hands and lightly tilted her head as she kissed him lovingly, goosebumps spreading across her skin while she relaxed in his arms, "i forgive you, baby."

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moans, grunts, and heavy breathing filled the room as Von stroked into Angel at a passionate yet slow pace, their loving lip-lock continuing while Angel ran her fingers through his hair. her legs rested on his waist and occasionally pulled him close as his chain dangled over her body, grazing her chest every now and then and sending chills through her body. warmth from their bodies combined into one as their souls did the same, love and lust evident in the slightly foggy room while their hearts began beating in synchronization.

Angel and Von's kiss slowly broke as their foreheads rested on each other's, soft heavy breathing flowing into both of their ears while they held eye contact.

"i missed you, shorty," Von mumbled, pecking her lips, as he cupped her face in his palms, "i swea' i won't hurt you again. i put that shit on my life, ma. you one of the best things that eva' happened to me, Angel... i'an tryna' fuck this shit up again."

"i missed you more, Von," Angel moaned softly, her eyes slightly fluttering while her juices coated Von's phallus, "...i b-believe in you, baby. you gotta' believe in y-yourself too tho'."

"i do. i'm just... scared of losin' you again." Von admitted softly, kissing her lips, as Angel cracked a smile and grabbed one of his hands from her face, entwining their fingers while she squeezed his hand.

"i'm r-right here, baby. i'm not goin' nowhere, i p-promise."

the two lovers stared at each other for a few seconds before their lips smashed onto one another's, and this time the kiss was more heated than before. Von's strokes gradually began to speed up, and though his pace changed, his passion and precision never did. his body rocked into hers lovingly as Angel's jaw slightly dropped and she could no longer kiss back, a loud moan falling from her lips while her eyes rolled back.

"r-right there!" Angel whimpered loudly as Von grabbed her other hand and entwined their fingers, squeezing her hand before pinning both of them against the pillow underneath her head.

"i know, baby," Von cooed, a small smirk on his face, as he kissed her ajar lips and rested his forehead against hers for a second time, "i know."

Angel's thighs began trembling as the lower half of her legs slowly did the same, her hands squeezing his tightly while she felt her climax come closer and closer. incoherent moans and whimpers with a mixture of 'Von's and 'baby's filled the room as Von continued his love-filled assault on Angel's vulva, his bottom lip tucked between his grills while he made a home inside her warm and slick walls.

"you feel so good, ma. pussy too fuckin' fire." Von grunted, kissing her lips, as he watched Angel's face contort in pleasure and her eyes suddenly locked with his, her legs locking around his waist while her walls contracted around his dick.

"i'm finna' cum!" Angel cried, tossing her head back, as Von began kissing down her jawline and she started to writhe underneath him, her hands repeatedly squeezing his while he squeezed hers in response.

"cum fa' me, ma. make a mess on this dick fa' me, pretty girl." Von mumbled against her skin, his head resting in the crook of her neck, as he left light hickeys on her neck and chest and let his tongue slither across her collarbones, sending chills down Angel's spine before her body abruptly seized in place and she squealed loudly before climaxing.

Von's strokes began to slow as he stroked the woman through her orgasm, her body gradually relaxing against his while her grip on his hands started to loosen. her breathing was heavy and her eyes sat lowly as she looked up at the ceiling, slightly in shock of everything that's happened so far. feeling Von's locs tickle her neck, Angel watched as his face hovered over hers, a small smile creeping onto her face while she leaned up a little and kissed his lips.

"be my shorty, ma." Von smiled softly, his eyes peering lovingly into hers while he squeezed her hands, as Angel smiled semi-widely and let out a soft chuckle before kissing his lips again.

"I already was the moment I didn't hang up in your face."

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Anything to Anywhere

Masters of the Air - Bucky Egan x OC

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12. A Bad Answer

“Fucking Freddie Leroy,” Alice grumbled as she stomped across the grass to where Stella was sitting.

Glancing up at her, Stella quirked an eyebrow. “What did she do?”

Alice paid Stella’s question no attention as she focused on ensuring no beer slopped out of either of the pint glasses in her hands, but when she handed one off to Stella and then sat down in the grass with her, she took one long sip and said once more, “Fucking Freddie Leroy,” with a rueful twist to her mouth and a shake of her head. 

Again, Stella asked, “What did she do?”

“Rosie’s in there making eyes at her,” Alice replied, frowning into her beer. “She’s back from leave for all of a day and she’s got all the other wireless ops calling her a war hero and Rosie Rosenthal buying her pissing lemonade and making eyes at her. Do you know how hard I worked to get Rosie to make eyes at me?”

“He’s a tough nut to crack,” Stella agreed solemnly. She’d witnessed Alice’s attempts at flirting with Rosenthal on several occasions by now and he had always simply smiled politely and nodded along to whatever she was saying. As far as Stella knew they’d danced together only once and it was kept strictly friendly - other than that, Alice had made no progress whatsoever. 

“Not for Princess Freddie in there,” Alice huffed in reply, tipping her head back and downing half of her pint of beer in one go. “I want to hate her so much but she didn’t even have to try. I know because I was talking to Rosie when she walked in with her pals. The wireless ops came into the club making all this noise, their arms slung around darling Miss Leroy, and Rosie looked over because everyone looked over and I swear to you his eyes turned into hearts. He didn’t look away from her for the next five minutes. Then she kept complaining that her friends wanted to buy her beer and she wanted to drink lemonade, so he bought her a lemonade and then I had to stand there and watch him fall in love while she talked about her pissing dogs. Fucking Freddie Leroy.”

Stella was laughing softly by the end of Alice’s story. “Maybe they’ll be good together,” she offered, even knowing it was the opposite of what Alice wanted to hear. “Freddie’s a sweetie and I get the impression Rosie kind of is, too. And there’s something about her which makes me think she needs protecting. Rosie’ll protect her.”

“The entire time she’s worked here she has rejected every single man who has ever tried it on with her, but the one man she gives the time of day has to be my man. Mine! He was mine first, Fin!”

“He wasn’t yours, Alice,” Stella said, laughing. “Let Freddie have him. If he was really right for you his head wouldn’t have been turned.”

“You’re just sweet on Freddie,” Alice accused with narrowed eyes. 

Stella laughed once more. “I’m sweet on no one. I just think there are better men for you.”

Alice stared at her silently. Still, her eyes were narrowed. The sunset was vivid, lighting the both of them up in a warm array of colours, and as such there was nowhere for Stella to hide her blush when Alice mimicked her, “‘I’m sweet on no one.’ Major Egan would disagree.”

Startled, Stella sputtered a cough. “No he wouldn’t. And I’m not sweet on him. He’s just my friend, same as you’re my friend.”

Alice rolled her eyes. “You and I are not friends the way you and Egan are friends, Fin.” That said, she took a final long sip of her beer until it was all gone. “Next round?” she asked.

Stella raised both eyebrows at her. “I’ve only just started this one.”

“Drink up, then!” Alice ordered, setting her empty glass down in the grass and clapping her hands together as though to speed up the process. “I’m not spending the rest of the night sober and single.”

Stella laughed but did as she said and then, before she knew it, Alice was reemerging from the club with two more beers and two shots along with them. Before Stella could ask, Alice explained, “Atley said the shots are on the house.”

Stella smiled smugly. “If anyone’s sweet on anyone, Atley’s sweet on you.”

Alice only shrugged and tipped back her shot and then gulped her beer right after.

The two of them kept drinking at a much faster rate than they normally would have until everything was funny and the world tilted dramatically around them whenever they moved their heads. They joked about things which had happened years before, made stupid puns, and fantasised about what they’d be doing right now if the war had never happened.

By the time the two of them pushed back into the officers’ club, Stella to use the bathroom and Alice to get them another refill, everything was fuzzy and warm and blurry. Stella didn’t make a habit of getting this drunk - really, she couldn’t remember the last time she had - but as she was washing her hands in the bathroom she realised she really should do this more often. She felt like she had so many worries all the time and right now she couldn’t remember what any of them were.

As such, she forgot entirely why she’d been avoiding going into the main room of the club and pranced in quite readily like she’d never even left. It was still packed, late into the night though it was, and still loud. She picked her way gracelessly over to the bar and leaned on it heavily, smiling dopily to herself about nothing in particular as she nodded along to the beat of the music.

Her eyes scanned the rest of the bar and the patrons leaning up against it - she spied Rosie but no Freddie, which made her furrow her brows. Then Stella took to scanning the room for Freddie and found her sitting underneath a table with her best friend Millie Harlow and the dog one of the Americans had brought here with him. Meatball, Stella thought he was called.

Scattered across the room were other people Stella knew - some of the other ATA pilots were huddled in a group in the corner, many of the American airmen had commandeered dance partners and were filling the dance floor - but her eyes lit up when they landed on John and Buck, leaning against the far wall of the club.

“John!” Stella exclaimed, even though she was outside of his range of hearing. She pushed herself up resolutely from the bar and began to make her way over to him.

John and Buck looked like they were discussing something serious, something sombre - their heads were ducked together, their eyebrows bowed low over their eyes, their voices clearly kept low and private - but she paid this no mind. “John!” Stella went on exclaiming as she stumbled across the room to him. “John!”

When John heard her, his head whipped in her direction immediately, his mouth still open and words still tumbling out as she caught him mid-sentence. “Stels?” he asked when he spotted her.

She was grinning and all but skipping over by now, delighted to have finally caught his attention. “John!” she cheered one final time, ambling to a stop before him and Buck. “Hi! Buck! Hi!”

“Hi,” John greeted back. A slow grin was starting to spread across his face. “You alright?”

Stella shrugged. “Been drinking.”

Buck hid his smile behind a sip from his drink.

John let his wide grin show freely on his face. “I see that,” he acknowledged.

“Getting drunk is more fun than I remember,” Stella said next. “I feel like everything is just happy. When does the world ever feel like this apart from when you’re drunk?”

“Beats me,” John said, raising his glass to her before taking a long sip. “Where’s Alice?”

“Getting more drinks,” Stella said. “She was sad earlier because Lieutenant Rosenthal likes Freddie Leroy.”

John waved this away. “Freddie left Rosie at the bar to go and sit with Meatball, tell Alice not to worry.”

“But don’t you think Freddie Leroy is just so pretty?” Stella gushed by way of reply. “I don’t think Rosie will be deterred, to tell you the truth. Besides, I think we should set Alice up with someone else. I think Atley the barman kind of fancies her but she won’t listen to me when I tell her so. Have you ever fancied her, John? She’s not looking for commitment so maybe you two would be good together. But I think that would make me sad.”

John’s eyebrows were furrowed. “What would make you sad?”

“If you and Alice got together,” Stella replied simply, as though this should have been obvious.

Stella didn’t notice, but Buck gave John a pat on the shoulder and slipped away, heading over to chat to some of the men hanging around the bar.

John noticed, naturally, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t even pay Buck a glance. His eyes were set firmly, resolutely, unwaveringly on Stella. “Why would that make you sad, Stels?” he asked softly.

Stella shrugged, turning her eyes on her shoes and watching as she toed at the floor. “Just would.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I don’t want to be left behind.” She kept watching her feet for a moment and then she looked back up, all traces of vulnerability gone from her face, a goofy smile plastered across her lips instead. “Would you like to dance with me?”

John didn’t smile back at her, not just yet. “I’m not gonna leave you behind, Stels,” was all he said, staring at her hard. Then, wordlessly, he held out his hand for her to take and, once she had, led her over to the dance floor. He placed gentle hands in all the appropriate places and maintained a respectable distance, letting her decide how close they got.

Stella wanted to get close. When they started to dance to the slow song on the gramophone, she took a step closer and rested her cheek on his chest, shutting her eyes and humming along to the music. “I love this song,” she said idly, as though she didn’t really mind whether or not he heard her. Then she moved her hands out of their requisite dancing positions in favour of wrapping her arms around John’s waist, leaning her weight into him and sighing happily before resuming her humming.

John was looking down at the top of her head, startled, unsure what to make of all this. But he wrapped his arms around her all the same, helping to keep her close, and let only the tiniest of smiles tug at the corner of his lips.

He let them stay that way, swaying more than dancing and pressed together like lovers, for only a little while before he realised he was only going to end up getting hurt. So he dropped his arms to drape around her waist instead and started to sway more enthusiastically, a playful attempt at making her laugh. When she giggled and stood up straight, peering up into his face, he grinned down at her, victorious.

With a bright smile on her face, Stella extracted one of John’s hands from her waist and held it aloft, indicating that she wanted him to spin under their arms. When he did, even though he crouched, she laughed loudly as she had to jump to give him enough room to fit.

“Your turn,” he informed her when he was back facing her. He held their entwined hands up and Stella spun beneath them easily, still laughing all the while, then grasped his other hand and wrapped it back around her waist. She was gazing up into his face, smiling wildly, and he was smiling right back down at her. The way the warm lighting was spilling over him made his eyes shine, bright blue and endless. His smile seemed so much wider from up this close. She liked the way his eyes crinkled so much they almost closed, liked the way there always seemed to be humour in the creases in his cheeks even when he wasn’t laughing.

Everyone around them was dancing slowly, appropriately, to the delicate love song, but Stella and John didn’t notice. Wrapped up in their own little world, they grinned at each other and laughed at each other, tugged each other into the positions they wanted and danced like they were alone and the music was far jollier than it was.

When the song ended, Stella was breathing heavily and smiling wide.

John was smiling back at her, watching her closely, and as such he noticed the exact moment an idea hit her.

“Come,” she said, tugging on his hands and starting to walk backwards.

John was chuckling to himself. “Come where?”

“Got something to show you,” she said simply.

“Finally gonna get me alone to strangle me?” he teased as he started to follow her.

She turned but kept hold of his hand, leading him out of the club. “I would never strangle you,” she said over her shoulder, her smile audible in her voice. “I’d suffocate you, obviously. Strangling would take too long. Have you seen how big your neck is?”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Not a compliment, really,” Stella replied breezily, brushing him aside. “But that’s okay. Your neck is three times wider than the standard person’s and mine is three times longer, so I suppose we match.”

Behind her, John was all but cackling.

“What?” Stella asked.

“Nothing,” John dismissed her. “Nothing at all, Stels. Nothing at all.”

“I’m just being honest,” she defended herself.

“No, you are,” he assured her. “And I love that about you. You’re perfect, don’t worry about it.”

Stella hummed her acceptance of this and kept on towing him behind her, ducking behind buildings and along the alleyways between them, until she presented a locked door to him. “Do you think you’re sober enough to drive?” she wondered curiously, wide-eyed and innocent as she gazed up into his face, like she was asking whether or not he would make her hot chocolate and wrap her in a blanket.

“No,” John said.

Stella frowned. “That’s a bad answer,” she said. “That is not the answer I was hoping for.”

“Okay, then yes,” John amended.

Stella scowled. “Don’t lie!”

“I was just trying to -”

“I know what you were trying to do! Stop it! I don’t like liars.”

John turned away so she wouldn’t catch him laughing, rubbing a hand over his mouth to hide his grin even as he turned it into the night sky.

“Do you think you can cycle?” Stella asked next.

“Maybe,” John said. “Why? Where we goin’ that we can’t just walk?”

“The airfield,” Stella answered easily. “I brought you here to get the keys to a jeep.”

Turning back to her, John raised his eyebrows. “I hate to break it to you, Stels, but I’ve seen the airfield.”

Stella stared at him blankly. “Ha-ha,” she replied in a deadpan. “Maybe I won’t show you after all.”

“Hey, no, I’m sorry, I was just kidding,” John hurried to reassure her. “But, hey, let’s just walk, alright? I don’t wanna be responsible if we crash and you get hurt.”

Stella shrugged. “I don’t care about that. I trust you.”

John was grinning. “Why don’t you wanna walk?”

“Tired.”

“I can carry you.”

“Piss off.”

John laughed. “Right.”

“Give me a piggyback,” Stella decided after a moment of silence. Her eyes were all lit up, her smile defiant. “I will accept a piggyback.”

“Piggyback it is,” John declared, turning and crouching down for her.

Stella studied the back of him for a moment, deciding what would be the most effective course of action, before she took a small run up and all but launched herself onto his back.

“Fucking christ, Stels!” John cried as he stumbled a few steps forward, hurrying to right himself. He wrapped both hands around her thighs, keeping her steady as he found his balance, and Stella couldn’t help but laugh.

“You’re tall!” she exclaimed. “I had to jump high.”

“Felt like you were trying to body slam me.” He was still hunched over, still stumbling just a little bit. “Fuck.”

Stella laughed, loud and bright, into the stars above her. “Maybe I was,” she said, still giggling. “Maybe I didn’t take you out here to strangle you or to suffocate you but to batter you to death instead.”

“Hate to tell you that it didn’t work,” John replied, smiling as he started in the direction of the airfield.

Stella hummed. “Oh well. The best laid plans and all that.” She moved her hands from where she’d been holding onto his shoulders to clasp them together in front of his chest, her thumbs occasionally brushing up against him with the rise and fall of his footsteps.

“Which direction am I going once we get to the airfield?” John asked idly once they got close.

“You’ll know,” Stella told him airily. “If you know me, you’ll know.”

He did know. And he grinned when he realised that he knew. Because parked in one of the bays on the hardstand, amidst the rows of B-17s, was a Hawker Hurricane.

“Ta-dah,” Stella sing-songed quietly, right into his ear, because she knew he knew. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

John smiled to himself. “Gorgeous,” he agreed.

“I’ve flown B-17s but you’ve never flown a Hurricane,” Stella said as John approached it. “So I thought you should see what all the fuss is about.”

John sputtered a scoff. “Stels, I ain’t gonna fly it -”

“Of course you’re not going to fly it!” Stella replied, laughing. “I’m just going to show it to you. It’s pretty inside, too.”

So, when they got there, John helped Stella down from his back and she opened the Hurricane’s glass canopy up for him, gesturing him in.

And it was… a plane. Just a fighter plane. It was claustrophobic, really, this single-seater fighter. After flying for so long in the school bus that was the Boeing B-17, the walls of the Hurricane felt too close. He was used to space, multiple bodies in one plane but not all of them in the same space, everyone with enough room to spread out. He was most certainly not used to having the walls on either side of him so close that he brushed against them with every movement, the canopy so low his hair brushed against it when he turned his head.

There was a lot of machinery around his feet, like treacherous weeds stopping him from wading too far into a pond, and so many dials shoved into one small control panel it was dizzying, and they weren’t even operational at the moment.

It was an ugly little thing, the inside of the Hawker Hurricane. But Stella Finley grinning at him from her perch on the wing was a beautiful thing, a stunning thing, a breathtaking thing, so John gave her a smile not half as pretty as hers and said, “It’s great, Stels.”

“Just great?” she teased, leaning towards him. “It’s spectacular! First time I flew one of these I felt like I’d found my purpose. The things I could do in this plane if they let me fly combat.” She gave a dreamy sigh. “If I have one true friend in this life, the Hawker Hurricane is it.”

John scoffed. “You’ve got multiple true friends, Stels.”

Stella’s smile turned sly. “You, you mean?”

“For one.”

She rolled her eyes jovially. “I’m gonna tell Buck that I’ve replaced him.”

“He’ll never believe you.”

Stella laughed. “He’d be silly if he did,” she acknowledged, “and Buck is not a silly man.” She turned her eyes back on the control panel and her smile turned wistful once more. “I love this plane,” she declared. “Love it. I can’t believe I ever went about my life not knowing what it was like to fly a Hurricane. Sometimes I think I don’t even want the war to end because I’d be so sad not to fly Hurricanes anymore.” 

She stared hard at the dials, at the yoke, at the gear stick. 

John watched in profile as her smile faded.

“Stupid thing to say,” she berated herself quietly after a moment’s silence. “People are dying in this war. People are losing everything to the Germans.”

John knew, then, without having to ask, that she’d lost something dear to her to the Germans. And he knew, suddenly, that the way she’d reacted after Curt had gone down was not solely about Curt.

“Who?” he asked softly, gently, watching the way the moonlight danced in the blue pools of her eyes even when they weren’t looking at him. “Who’d you lose, Stels?”

She didn’t say anything, but her bottom lip wobbled.

John had a good idea of who she’d lost.

“One of your brothers?” he asked gently.

She swallowed hard.

“Your favourite brother?” he asked next. His voice was so soft and earnest that if it had been a physical thing it would have been a worn out, well-loved childhood blanket, slept with every night since infancy. “Harry?”

Stella didn’t look at him but John saw the change in her all the same. Her jaw hardened and all of the emotion left her eyes in an instant. Her posture turned sharp.

She didn’t spare John a single glance as she hopped down from the wing of the plane and started off into the darkness. Her footsteps were rapid and stomping, loud even when he couldn’t see her anymore.

There was nothing for John to do but let her go. She’d closed herself off to him enough times by now that he knew there was no coming back from it tonight.

[anxious-witch]

I have this mental image in my head of Bojan meeting someone who he hates (who most likely hurt one of his friends (an ex or something)) and ends up being protective as fuck annnnddd starting a fist fight.

Or some Jance but its Bojan who's exposing their feelings to one another in a goofy cocky way (and later he's probably being chased by Kris with a newspaper, because he as getting entertained by looking at the two lovebirds being shy and awkward)

Or bottom Bojan with Kris... There's something wrong with me these days

Basically Bojan's stupid cocky shenanigans

Okay so I did the first prompt (and kind of implied the last at the very end), and I apologize, this was written on the phone and nit proofread so. Make of it what you will. I still hope you like it!

TW for fatphobia(from an OC not one of the boys) violence, slight description of blood and alcohol

Bojan was admittedly, a little tipsy. Which meant he had a little less control over his emotions than he'd usually have.

Which in turn, meant that when he saw a man invade Nace's space, despite Nace clearly being uncomfortable, he felt anger immediately shimmer under the surface.

He faintly heard a snippet of their conversation.

"Oh, Nacko, you change so much since we went to school together! Finally lost that weight, huh?"

Oh, no he did not. Bojan saw Nace flinch slightly at the comment. He grit his teeth and made sure to push through the crowd in the club until he was at Nace's side.

"Hello," he said, flashing his teeth in something resembling to a smile, "and who might you be?"

The man looked at Bojan suspiciously. He slightly towered over him, but then again, most men did. It particualrly didn't concern him. He looked skinny. And dumb.

"I am Nace's friend from high school!"

Right. Judging by Nace's face, friend was a generous title. Bojan narrowed his eyes.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Marko. Yours?"

"Bojan."

Marko. Wasn't that the guy Nace mentioned bullying him in high school? Bojan wanted to seethe.

"Right, Bojan, of course! You are the main vocalist. I remember now. Guess you guys got pretty famous, huh?"

Bojan crossed his arms over his chest and stepped forward, making sure to insert himself between Nace and the bully.

"Bojan. Don't," Nace whispered softly, quiet enough for only Bojan to hear.

Which did make him hesitate. He didn't want Nace to be more uncomfortable, after all. So he swallowed his rage and tried to put up a charming facade.

"I guess we did."

"Never thought Nace would be a part of something like that. Do you know what we called him in high school?"

He felt Nace tense behind him. Rage hit Bojan square in the chest, and he forgot about not wanting to make a scene.

"I would recommend not saying it. Ever."

Marko didn't seem to have gotten a message, or detected his tone. He laughed, making a dismissing gesture with his hand.

"Oh, com'on now. It was all in good fun. You seem like you were popular, even back in high school. You know how things work."

What kind of piece of shit would-Bojan took a deep breath. He let his hands fall from where he was crossing them over his chest to his sides. Then he clenched them into fists.

"I do," he said, very calmly, "would you like to see how I dealt with people talking shit about my friends?"

He didn't wait for an answer. He swung at him, as hard as he could, and heard as his fist collided with his nose in a satisfying crack.

Then all hell broke loose.

Nace tried to pull him back, but Marko managed to punch him in the jaw, and Bojan taste blood from a slip lip. He attempted to push against Nace to give another punch, but Nace didn't budge.

Just in time for the bouncers to arrive and very firmly escort them out. Marko swore at them, saying he didn't even start the fight. Which looked ridiculous with their heigh difference. And Bojan did ocassionly use the influence he had to get his way.

"A bit of an obsessive fan, that one. Sorry for the trouble," he whispered to the closest bouncer.

He got a nod of understanding in response and they actually let him go, while they continue escorting Marko out. Bojan made sure to flash a quick grin in his directon.  Which prompted  new wave of swearing, before it got drowned out by the the music.

"What did you do now?" Kris asked sharply just behind him.

Bojan turned around to face his very annoyed boyfriend.

"He was mean to Nace!"

Kris raised an eyebrow. He didn't look very impressed. Bojan did his best not to pout.

"He is telling the truth," Nace said, making Bojan jump.

When did he come around? Hmm. Maybe Bojan was a bit more tipsy than he thought.

Well. That was a thought for later. For now...Bojan threw his hands around Nace, pulling him into a hug.

"I will fight all the bullies for you!"

Nace chuckled and returned the hug. Bojan leaned his head on his chest. He really did give the best hugs.

"As much as I appreciate that, I'd prefer you in one peace. He did get you good with that punch. That's probably gonna bruise."

"Where?"

Bojan groaned at Kris' question and lightly slapped Nace's shoulder.

"Look what you did! He is going to go all mom friend on me now!"

Nace simply rolled his eyes and withdrew from the hug.

"Perhaps that would stop you from getting into fights more often."

Bojan pouted and was about to say something about how much Nace actually appreciated being defended, when Jure yelled Nace's name.

"Nace! Jan is arguing with someone over math problems again!"

Nace sighed.

"I better go, before that turns into a fist fight, too."

Then he left, leaving Bojan at Kris' mercy. Kris, who pulled him to the quieter corner, where there weren't so many people.

"Let me see that bruise."

Kris gently raised his chin so he could look at it. If he could see anything with the club's flashing lights.

"Tehnically, it's unlikely the bruise already formed-"

"Just be quiet for a minute, for the love of god."

Bojan closed his mouth with a click. He knew it was due to the alcohol that his emotions were this unstable, but he suddenly became aware of just how much Kris must be annoyed with him.

"Hey," Kris said, his voice softer, "I didn't mean-you just worried me, that's all. How about we go to my place so I can take a proper look at that?"

Not everyone understood his and Kris' relationship, saying they always bickered. What they didn't understand was that, as much as they bickered, it was never intentionally hurtful. And sure, sometimes some lines were crossed, but they always apologized for it.

Bojan looked up at him and smiled. Colorful lights reflected in Kris' blue eyes and Bojan felt as starstruck as he did everytime he gave himself time to think "Holy shit, this guy is my boyfriend".

"Did I ever tell you that you have very pretty eyes?"

Kris rolled his pretty eyes at him. Rude.

"Yes. On an almost regular basis. Now let's get you home, okay?"

Bojan pouted.

"Don't I at least get a kiss for that?"

Kris shot him a glare, but Bojan could see the softness underneath it. So he got on his tiptoes and wrapped his arms around Kris' neck, reaching for his lips. Kris met him halfway.

The kiss started soft and sweet, but quickly turned more passionate as Kris pressed on the cut on his lip. Bojan moaned and pulled him closer.

It was only when Bojan pulled on Kris' hair that the younger broke the kiss and stepped back.

"Let's try not to give everyone a show in the club."

Bojan grinned.

"Does that mean I get a reward for being a good friend when we do get home?"

Kris pressed his lips together and walked towards the door without an answer. Bojan laughed as he ran after him.

Perhaps tonight was a complete waste, after all.

[garbinge]

Responsible

Frank Castle & OC Ana Tyler

30 Day Fic Challenge

Word Count: 1.9k A/N: These two hold such a special place in my heart. Their fucked up friendship is one of my favorites to write.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of violence, death, weapons.

All Writing Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @kmc1989

“I got a dog.” 

Frank looked up from his beer and across at the other side of the bar at his friend who had just spoken to him. She began wiping down the counter before making a couple more drinks. The music in the bar wasn’t overpowering, but it was enough to make conversations a little tough to hear. 

“I’m sorry, you did what?” Frank said with a concerning look on his face. 

“I got a dog. Bully mix. Her name’s Roxy.” 

Frank stared at the girl, no expression on his face but Ty knew him well enough to know what he was thinking. 

“Don’t give me that look.” She pointed at him. 

Frank raised his hands in a surrender but continued to talk. “That’s a lot of responsibility, Ty.” 

Before the girl could argue with him, she was being called upon by the manager at the bar. 

“Star!!” 

The girl turned to see the manager pointing to a group of men and let out a sigh while looking back at Frank. 

“Seems like you’re being called on, Star.”

“Yea, I’m going to go do my job because I’m responsible, Pete.” She used her friend’s fake name just as he had used her bar name. 

He smiled at her sarcasm as she left from behind the bar and reentered the main portion of the club. The atmosphere wasn’t exactly shitty, especially for a strip club. Ty managed to stay in the bartending position, not wanting to move up the career path at the Penthouse Gentlemen's Club, but also accepting that, money wise, this was the best option for her currently. It helped that she was able to bring Frank in as a club bodyguard, it made the job feel less degrading. Not so much with the ridiculous work attire she had to wear, or even the way people ogled her, but the embarrassment that she had to pretend she was a helpless damsel in distress everytime someone slipped and touched her. Frank made that hard to swallow pill, a little easier to take. He didn’t hold back much with the pieces of shit at the club, and that was enjoyable to watch if she couldn’t get in on the action herself. 

Frank kept his eye on his beer, but just because his attention wasn’t on the girl visually, he was ready to go. He heard the way the group of patrons were talking to the girl, and he wished that alone was enough to let his rage out on them but he held himself back. While this was great money for Ty, it was also great money for him. 

Just as he went to take his final sip, he heard his friend’s voice snap. 

“No touching. You tell me your drink order, I get it, you look, you tip, you drink.” Ty barked at the men. 

Before she could repeat the words, Frank was in front of her gripping the men by their collars. 

“Pretty sure the lady said no touching.” His voice grunted. Ty smiled as she saw the men squirm and profusely apologize to Frank who threw them back down on their chairs.  “A man’s got a right to defend themselves and those who can’t.” 

“I hate when you say that shit.” Ty said as she went back to the bar with Frank behind her. “I can defend myself and you know it.” 

“Here you can’t.” Frank teased knowing very well the woman had every capability to rip each one of those guys from limb to limb and not break a sweat. 

Before the girl could make a snide comment back to Frank, her phone began ringing. By the way she answered it seemed non chalant, her hello was spoken at a normal tone as she kept wiping down the bar with no sign of disturbance. That was until Frank heard the murmur on the other line and that’s when Ty immediately straightened up and let the rag from her hand fall to the ground. 

“Where are you?” Her voice had hardened. “Did they follow you?” That line got Frank’s attention, he was looking over his shoulder now trying to pick up on something. “Okay that’s good. Stay put,” she immediately followed up with questions to things that would make the person on the other line not be able to stay put. “Do you have food? Clothes? Okay good, I’ll be there in like 18 hours, 24 hours max, if you have to go anywhere, pay cash and go to very public places.” 

Ty was now starting to gather her things and Frank was standing up. He was grabbing both coats and held out Ty’s for her as she walked out from behind the bar and removed her apron, tossing it on the ground. 

“I quit!” She yelled out which made Frank frown as she grabbed the coat from his hands. She stopped short and immediately turned around and kicked one of the guys who was harassing her before to the ground, not a drop of sweat formed from the action. She placed her coat back on and called out again. “Frank quits too!” 

“You’re not even going to tell me what we’re doing, just gonna quit my job for me? Beat people up and then quit my job for me, man, you know, you’re really controlling, you know that? Real controlling.” Frank was putting his coat on too, still holding the door open for the girl out of his deep rooted chivalry, that despite his desire for justice and murder, still showed up. 

“Go home, pack a bag, for both of us, the basics you know, stealth basics, weapons, clothes, food, enough for like 3 days and I’ll meet you there we’ll take your van.” 

Frank was going to continue to poke fun at her but he could tell how frazzled she was so he just nodded and made his way, not bothering to ask where she was headed. 

Ty had a duffel in her arm as she entered the deli below the building where her and Frank lived, in separate apartments. As she picked up her sandwich order, she was looking down into the bag as her back pushed the door open. She clocked Frank waiting with his hood up against the truck when she was waiting for her change at the register so as she walked out she began to speak. 

“I bought sandwiches, as like an apology or whatever for not giving you all the details, but realistically, you owe me an apology because you were kind of being a dick.” She looked up at him and he was staring almost stunned at something in front of him. Ana Tyler frowned at Frank, about to make a teasing joke to him but then she followed where his eyes were looking and saw a blonde woman standing feet away from him looking equally as shocked. 

“Oh, sorry.” Suddenly Ana felt extremely awkward and didn’t know what to do. “Uh, I’ll, did you grab Rox?” She was starting to back up towards the building door. 

“Rox?” Frank turned to her now, a frown on his face. 

“My dog, I’m gonna go grab her, because I’m responsible!” She pointed to Frank, not being able to let that comment go and immediately turned around run upstairs. 

When she came back down with the dog and leash in hand, the dog ran right to Frank who was now standing in the same spot alone, no blond woman in sight. 

“Frank, Rox, Rox, Frank.” She said letting the leash go for Frank to take it. He was beyond giddy to meet the dog despite his hesitancy earlier in the day. But that had everything more to do with the girl than the dog. 

_____

Frank was behind the wheel, they both had been on the road for about an hour now. Most of that time was Ana situating the dog in the back, making sure she was comfortable. They still hadn’t discussed where they were headed, she just told Frank to hop on the interstate towards Ohio. 

“So what food did you pack?” She was climbing back into the front seat now, immediately diving into Frank’s backpack. “Frank…” She trailed off as she pulled MREs out of his bag. “This isn’t food?” 

“What do you mean, yes it is. You told me stealth basics, that right there is stealth basics.” Frank was defending himself. 

“Frank.” She was practically laughing through her shock. 

“Look you haven’t told me where we’re going, what we’re doing, I packed what I knew.” 

“Speaking of things we don’t know, who was she? The blond.” You asked pulling out one of the few decent snacks Frank did buy, a slim jim. 

“No, we’re not doing this.” He shook his head, his hood still up. 

“It’s a long ride to Chagrin Falls, Ohio, spit it out, Castle.” 

“What’s in Chargrin Falls?” Frank asked, completely ignoring Ty’s comment. 

“Chagrin,” She corrected him. “Answer for an answer. Who was the chick?”

Frank nodded with frustration, sucked his lip in and then answered. “Karen. Now what’s in Chagrin.” 

“Kind of doesn’t sound real anymore now that we’ve said it so much does it? Chagrin, Chagrin, Chagrin.” She repeated over and over. 

“No no no, not fair, I gave you something, now you give me something.” 

“You gave me a name, that’s hardly something.” She took a bite out of the slim jim. 

Frank didn’t answer, he decided to hold his ground. 

“My brother’s kid. We’re going to get my brother’s kid.” 

The entire mood changed and the only sound was the whining of Rox in the back. 

“She doesn’t like car rides.” Her legs were crossed now on the seat, the slim jim wrapper being discarded to the ground. 

“I didn’t realize he had a kid.” Frank knew that Ty had lost all her family when she escaped the Red room. 

“I put her in hiding, I didn’t tell anyone it was just safer that way, it wasn’t that I didn’t trust you, it wasn’t–” She was starting to spiral. 

“I get it. I’d have done the same thing.” Frank tried to offer the girl some relief. 

“She called me, she thinks someone’s following her. I just, I don’t–I can’t have anything happen to her.” 

Frank just nodded in understanding and took a deep breath letting out a silent sigh after words. “Her name’s Karen Page, she’s a journalist and uh, she’s helped me out a couple times.” 

“She’s the lawyer, from your case.” Ana immediately realized who she was. 

“She isn’t a lawyer, but yeah, she helped on my case.” Frank nodded, clearly feeling uncomfortable. 

“You looked like you saw a ghost when you saw her.” 

“I think she felt like she did.” Frank chuckled awkwardly. “Haven’t seen her in a while, you know.” 

“You love her.” Ana said it more like statement than a question, and Frank took that and ran with it and didn’t respond, just changed the topic. 

“Turn on the radio, 98.4, soft rock, it’ll help Rox relax.” 

She did what he said, grabbed a dog toy from her own bag, placed it next to the dog and within a few minutes the dog was sleeping in the trunk. 

Frank looked over his shoulder, glancing at the dog and smirked slightly before putting his eyes back on the road. 

Ana Tyler matched his smirk and kicked her feet up on the dashboard, pulling another slim jim out from Frank’s bag. “See I’m responsible.” 

“Take your feet off my dash.”

[wifiwuxians]

20 questions writer meme.

tagged by @heyholmesletsgo THANK YOUUU

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

not counting things i'd rather remained anonymous, 21!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

513,621 lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mdzs, vaguely tgcf, hotline miami (though mostly past tense) and we'll see about the future

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Wei Wuxian's Super Special Super Secret Book Club still reigns supreme with 1229 kudos, and will most likely be my legacy despite it being the second fic i ever wrote for the fandom (i think?)

If You're Reading This, It's Too Late with 513, one would think i'd still be messing around with this AU but i'm happy to leave it where it is and just keep messing around with the crackship

Dawn Chorus, my most precious baby, at 251 by some miracle despite being oc/canon. you guys spoiled me with the love for this one tbh. none of my other xue yang centric works got anywhere near this close and i'm at peace with that because he's bonking my oc in this one and they have a kid.

The Book Club Extras at 232, which is hilarious when compared to the original but at least new readers will see there's more and maybe in the year 2055 i will publish them for fun

Frozen Pond with 156 at the end of the list, written for my friend @petitjams and taking place in a silly AU we made together (wen chao stays winning on here which is very funny)

i'm attributing the popularity of the first two to mostly being centered around super popular characters, because my later stuff is naturally better yet struggling haha

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

always unless they're like just emoji, because i like conversation! though i may also reply with a little heart hehe

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i wouldn't call it angstiest ending, it's bittersweet, but the threads that bind us is my top pick. and it also needs more readers so go read it. your hands and mine has a bit of an 'angsty' ending but only for song lan. xue yang had it coming :p 💖

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

excluding the two above, so far they all have a happy ending, or at least neutral??? i'd say Book Club, though, because that's the massive 'everybody lives!!' silly fixit fic

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope. i hope i didn't just jinx it. i get hate on art and through anon though! woo! (not anymore on here tho thank god)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do and i feel like it sucks so i almost always end up fading to black LMAO my actual explicit stuff remains private... it's like too embarrassing for me. i got judged for it as an 18 year old and 10 years later haven't gotten over it. i like bondage and bdsm though and that seems to crop up in private 😏

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i do on occasion! i love roleplaying them, but the only one i have out there is The Way To His Heart Is Through His Stomach (Oh God Please Don't Eat Me), which mixes mdzs and tgcf characters in a unique setting :3

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge, but i've had art stolen plenty so i wouldn't even be surprised

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes, a few have been translated into russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

NOT YET BUT IT'S IN THE CARDS

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

all time? jeez. somebody tell me why i always freeze up and go blank when asked these simple questions? it's like i forget who the fuck i am. i feel like i should also say songxiao? but they're relatively new so it doesn't seem correct. fuck it. my all time favorite ship is [DATA MISSING OR CORRUPTED-- PLEASE PROCEED TO NEXT QUESTION]

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

haha... (looks at my abandoned hlm fic with the seventh chapter halfway written) haha...

16. What are your writing strengths?

i'd definitely say dialog. it makes sense, since the stuff i'm most used to doing is drawing silly comics. i also like to ping-pong emotions around and feel like i'm pretty good at that too

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

using the same words over and over and feeling like i never write Enough, like everything is always light and never in depth. i don't like making scenes too heavy with padding but i also feel like i need to find a balance

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'll do it only if it's a language i speak!!! this doesn't apply to peppering words like gege and stuff just for funsies. i think the best way to go about it is to just tell the audience what language they're speaking in that moment

19. First fandom you wrote for?

we're gonna have to go back to when i was 10 years old here lol... i think it was tokyo mew mew in terms of stuff i put online (oh god)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

it's hard to pick favorites, but i once again must say the threads that bind us in terms of work i'm most proud of.

i tag whoever sees it, plus @sugarapplebaby because ily

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Oc Incorrect Quotes P1 (MC Edition)

DAISES: If we don’t get out of this alive… If we’re both about to die… I love you, Alina! Neither of them die Alina: … DAISES: … Alina: So do you wanna talk about somethi- DAISES: No thank you.

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Zia: Have you done this before? Alina: Well, Zia, it's like if you read the script you come better prepared. Vinni: That's not what we do in the US, we don't read things. Zia: I don't read, Alina.

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Zia: Wow, I feel happy and I’m having so much fun! Zia: Zia: narrows eyes Something’s wrong here.

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Azaela: Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons? DAISES: Fake?

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Azaela: I have a 1:30 appointment. Meridian: Which doctor? Azaela: No, I want the regular doctor.

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Alina: We need a plan to beat them. Vinni: Okay, listen up. First, we fill their shoes with wet cat food. Alina: Vinni: Judge me all you want, I get results.

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Leith: What’s the straightest thing you’ve ever done? Alina: sighs Alina: I killed a man.

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Vinni: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river. Leith: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.

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Azaela: Happy Scorpio season. If you have to burn a bridge, do it safely! Leith: With NAPALM.

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Leith: What do we think of Zia? pause DAISES: sighs Nice pal. Meridian: I think they're gay.

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Meridian: There. How do I look? Vinni: Like a cheap French harlot. Meridian: French?!

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Vinni: I wish I had acid. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.

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Meridian: Who the fuck- Azaela: Language! Meridian: Whom the fuck- Azaela: No.

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Leith: Are you tall enough to play basketball though? Alina: Are you calling me short? Leith: I'm calling you vertically challenged.

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Meridian: Hey DAISES, Vinni just broke my seashell lamp. DAISES: Neat. I’m gonna die alone. Meridian: Okay, you win.

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Vinni: I have lots of friends! Zia: Name one. Vinni: Well, there’s- Zia: Name one you haven’t gotten incredibly angry at. Vinni: Hey, that’s not fair, then there isn’t any!

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Zia: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

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DAISES: We are gathered here today because someone- glares at Zia’s coffin -couldn’t stay alive!

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Azaela: Meridian! Vinni got that thing on the control panel working! Meridian: Wow! That looks pretty impressive. Azaela: Yeah! Meridian: Any idea what it does? Azaela: Not a clue.

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Leith: Shh, here comes Zia! Alina: Quick, DAISES, start talking about boring nerd stuff! DAISES: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist. Alina: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.

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Zia, on the phone: Oh, hey man! Sorry for accusing you of murder last week.

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DAISES: We have a problem. Alina: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

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Alina: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan. Leith: We could attack them with hummus. Alina: I stand corrected. Leith: Just keeping things in perspective.

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Zia: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people-opener”? Vinni: Vinni: …Should I not have?

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Zia: We can’t tell you because you’re not a member of the club. Vinni: What club? Leith: The hating Vinni club. Vinni: …The fuck? I should be the leader of that club!

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Vinni: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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Vinni: I’m this close to falling in love with Leith. Zia: Your fingertips are touching. Vinni: Exactly.

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Meridian: Hey DAISES, can you give me the opposite of these words? Meridian: Always, Coming, From, Take, Me, Down. DAISES: Never, Going, To, Give, You- DAISES: The fucking satisfaction.

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Vinni: There are no friends when playing board games. I am here to win.

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Zia: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us. Alina: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

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( @minnesotamedic186 )

[hirukochan]

hiiiii

18, 27, 28, 30, 40, 42, 43, 49

for writer’s ask game (wanted to ask more but i think that’s it for now :d)

wishing both sides of your pillow will stay cool this summer!

Hi there :D <3

18.  If you could collaborate with anyone, who would it be, and what would you write about?

hm, I honestly don't know ._. I'm afraid I'm not a good partner for collaborations. I write in really weird bursts of inspiration and I tend to lose interest as soon as something becomes too tedious. It's why most of my works don't see much editing ( 〃 ．．)

27.  Favourite line/scene

I will take this as a 'favourite thing I've written' because if we where to dive into my favourite stuff from shows/books I'd never shut up (but also it's that one scene in Rings of Power were Adar has been captured and lies down while in shackles ( ’ω’ ))

I am still a huge fan of that scene in chapter 8 of A Servant of Death where Freya goes to a sex club and Snape is there too. I just love the idea xD. Poor mortified Snape but also intrigued enough to stay and watch her :D

28.  Favourite side character

Candy! She is an OC I made for Carrying Atlas. I love the idea of a very bubbly, pink, short and thicc dominatrix. I love even more the picture of her and Snape being friend xD

30.  Favourite idea you haven’t started on yet

I just answered this one here <3

40.  Share some backstory for one of your characters

42.  How do you feel about love triangles?

eh.

If it's a proper triangle and not a love corner I love them. I think we need more poly-relationships in fics. Some healthy throuples :D Like Sev/Freya/Barty :D or Sev/Lucius/Narcissa.

Love corners aren't my thing. They feel like cheap drama. Unless it's Rodolphus/Bellatrix/Rabastan, or generally two brother who are both with the same girl.

Other than that, just make a fucking choice girl (or boy) and stop making those poor lads (or girls) suffer!

43.  What do you do if/when characters don’t follow the outline?

no, kidding xD

My characters basically never do what they are supposed to. I actually quite enjoy it. I just start writing and see where the story takes me, which, most of the time, means a huge 200k+ words long fic :D

49.  Which character would you most want to be friends with, if they were real?

Snape! We'd be Snesties :D

At first he would hate me but I'd slowly worm my way into his life and he'd never admit it but eventually he'd like me too. We have a lot in common! And I'd let him info dump about potions as much as he wants.

[dxscmfrt]

IMAGINE CLUBHOUSEBLR LMAOOOOOO i think they would get a shit ton of hate on the daily while just trying to exist in peace because they are part of the club house

btw to people who didnt come to my blog for ocs i love making fake posts so if you don't want to see that please block #fake post. thabks

to everyone else fair warning there is a Lot of (fictional) negativity (including and related to people publicly wishing death on others) in the fake posts below. proceed with caution.

azuregaming - azure metaphoricaldistance - yonder clubhouse - blog for club house updates, run by faye, liv, and poppie fayes-diary - faye kitchencat - liv farfaraway - faye's vent blog pocketfullofposies - poppie urlocalflutist - mel

any other usernames not listed here are complete strangers who happen to interact

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Hey everyone! I thought since you all love stealing my photos so much (no worries, I get it hahaha!) I decided to get a photocopyer so you all can copy the photos to put in your own room! So my photo album can always be complete!

and to the anon who keeps sending us hate, fuck off. get a job

-mod faye <3

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Faye swearing?!?!??!!?

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THAT WAS AN OLD POST

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why does everybody i love leave me...

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Seriously what makes you think you can just walk in here and take my room?? Lmao bitch know your place, ur just a kid from the streets idk why faye and oliver even decided to keep you

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a moment of silence for poppie, our gardener.

2002 - 2013

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DESERVED. club house sucks i hope all you kids and your bullshit die

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WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? OUR FRIEND DIED AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT HER!? AND WISHING DEATH ON PEOPLE BECAUSE OF RUMORS THE NEWS SPREAD TWO YEARS AGO? HAVE SOME RESPECT!

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[kerberosstyxnixcharonandhydra]

I would wish to see

OK OH LORD THIS IS GONNA BE LONG, some is stuff discussed w/ my pal @idiotv2 and some is just mine (we each have our own versions but there's some stuff shared so!)

without further adieu: These are kinda old lol. I'll be doing an eventual post about their USC interpretations

ALL:

yeah theyre all related in this one.

They're also all italian immigrants!

There is a front related to each one (Charon's Ferry - clothing store | and i cannot remember the others tbh. kerby's was a trampoline park tho. they go feral in there)

ALL SOME FLAVOR OF NB (they/them) and all of them aroace...except hydra who is the token allo /hj

all our cogs have some slight basing on animals so. furries the lot of them (affectionate)

All have some form of bone/joint/frame/shell issues (The head attorney does too) <- that's their Zizi btw (italian gender neutral for aunt/uncle figures)

All lost their shells but in different ways

(Left is relationships, right is an old reference with their shells + my friend's oc joey. hes funney i like him.)

Charon:

the oldest and tallest

got put into a leadership position but would rather not TM

I'm pretty sure that with their shell Charon was considered to be pretty attractive

Wolf based, i believe they're a timberwolf but we may not have been that specific

Our designs and HC's diverge around when they all lose their shells so -- Charon (to me) becomes a spotlight thing

(Based on the light almost looking like a moon and how wolves howl, and them not wanting to be IN the spotlight)

legal surname is Christy

Gorgon thing also, can reflect damage back at you. maybe also turn you to stone if you step into the beam of light and theyre MAD)

SO SCARED OF BUGS THEY CRY AND GAG AND THROW UP IN THEIR MOUTH (i joke but they are terrified)

COFFEE SNOB

Lost shell due to illness (from their Zizi)

Styx:

Second oldest/second tallest

The affair child TM (this is unfortunately true!)

Their animal was a hyena and boy they laugh like one

THEY ARE ALSO A DHAMPIR (male vampire and human woman) or the rough equivalent. the trait of fucked up bones appears in frame issues x2!

used to do ballet for fun in italy, fell and fucked up their foot/leg so bad they had to stop (it also required a transtibal amputation)

they have a wheelchair for bad days, but often use forearm crutches, or a cane + prosthetic (styx and graham and the foreman in the prosthetic legs club)

NO ACCENT BTW. i cannot stress this enough their voice is a dead monotone with no accent or inflection

Surname is Showalter, despite relation to Charon

DOES IN FACT DRINK BLOOD SOMETIMES. and has a life drain ability (i think it should be through their voice and this is my HC list even though i share many w/ my friend)

Showed a few symptoms of the same illness and skipped right to "get this thing off me NOW before it gets worse"

Nix:

The forgotten middle sibling (REAL) who has a passive cheat that makes people unable to sense their presence (They are a cognitohazard)

This can be rectified if you're around them a lot, but it fucks up your brain forever pretty much. They can also amplify the effect to sneak around if they want (but machines like automatic doors and cameras also forget they exist)

Almost perfectly identical to the head attorney, even when they had shells

They use this to fill in for Nyx (originally when Nyx was too ill to work even after using sick days) and they now intend to go to law school

They're why everyone hates lawbots bc they would give fake CnD's and court orders

Weird bird/cat/bat hybrid thing. cat with feathery wings (and they have white patches which are remnants of their freckles)

Surname is Christy

my freak child with an eating disorder (due to derealization and the feeling that "well im not real why bother" yeah cosmos doesnt take kindly to that.)

Weird luck powers. once made buck roll BAR 7 times in a row just by looking at him weird

Also lost shell bc of illness.

Kerberos:

doberman pinscher (parents weren't going to straighten their ears but i assume another family member did under the guise of getting their ears pierced. sickness and despair in the world

SO PROTECTIVE OF HYDRA FOR REASONS THAT ARE SO FUCKED

conspiracy theorist (but not in a fucked up way, in a funny way. like cryptid hunting) (theyre also so oblivious. we had a joke about them asking THE PERSON THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT about... well themself, without knowing)

One time Hydra got dumped on their doorstep at 8 years old and they never got a moment of peace since (they were like idk 10? 11??)

can obtain messages thru electronic signals ("MOOOM THE TV CALLED ME A BITCH AGAIN" "lol youre so imaginative")

Surname is Showalter

GOT HIT BY A TRAIN AND THEIR SHELL BROKE APART

HYDRA:

IDIOT BLACK CAT ENERGY

The shortest and youngest, but oh so feral

talked to god once we dont need to focus on that

IMMIGRATED ON ACCIDENT I CANT STRESS THAT ENOUGH

kind of a brat but in a PTSD way (neglectful/abusive parents)

"mommy why do you have beef with me im 4"

had 2 imaginary friends growing up, a greek fish who's name translated to Jabberwocky, and a talking house (both are in fact real dw about)

their parents didnt wanna immigrate but they were 8 and didnt understand so after a tantrum their parents packed a suitcase and dropped them with kerberos

they also didnt get a chance to learn english for for like the first few months they only spoke italian (and some greek)

vessel of fate sort of.

Surname is... well they legally changed their name to be.... hydra Hydra. after the mario movie (the live action one) where mario's surname is also mario. theyre wacky.

lost their shell in a drunk driving accident (the designated driver was drunk and drove them right into another car head on)

anyways have some funneys

[bandtrees]

its not like i dont agree with all those posts about how bsd season 5 finale is bad and stupid and was a big let-down and everything. cuz i do - but also... i'm not really upset with it in the way a lot of people are, tbh.

cuz if you're only now realizing bsd isn't a good mystery series and it has a lot of cheap shock value and forgoes interesting character development in favor of showing off how smart dazai or fyodor are... uh, welcome to the club? the season 5 finale is not really unique in this regard.

bsd, to me, though it has moments of compelling writing, and overall compelling characters (people Like its characters so much for a reason!), etc, has always been a low-expectations watch. it's always been the "oh what's kafka asagiri doing to his weird ocs now" show - from the start, it's done this. so much of season 1 reeks of the same "random out of nowhere twist to make the writing feel clever", and it's something the show's had a problem with, and continues to have a problem with. forever. to the point where to enjoy the series you just kinda have to meet it halfway and have fun with it.

when i first got into bsd in, like, 2017 or so, i hated dazai a lot. both because of personal reasons and because i just didn't like smug genius types who know everything. with him being such a major character, this led to a shallow perception of the show, as you'd expect. then, i rewatched it this year, and i went in with those same feelings - but i wanted to like bsd, and dazai by extension, so i just kinda... got used to him, because you can't fully appreciate this series and not. (that and i'd just matured as a person since 2017 and could look at him with more nuance lol)

like, i get being upset this season didn't end the way you anticipated. i loved the meursault arc, and season 5 episode 10 was one of my favorite episodes of the entire series i was genuinely excited to see a follow-up on. but also, if you know bsd does deathfaking and stupid silly plot twists that weren't telegraphed in the least, and you're genuinely mad every time they're pulled, then... maybe you should just watch a different show, yknow?

i don't say this to excuse the shitty writing, but rather, it's not really new, and buckling in for the absurd ride is part of the bsd experience, that it goes from a genuinely thrilling and gritty episode 10 to a completely batshit episode 11 that has the main antagonist quote jesus christ before dying in a helicopter explosion, is, like, really fucking funny. i can't even be mad. that episode is some of the most entertained i've been by this show, not even in its contents but laughing as i try to explain it to people and scream incredulously with my friend - it's a series where the good is good and the bad is, if nothing else, never boring. it's the series with the giant moby dick whale mech. it's the series that now has vampires in it for some reason. i think if you're looking for top tier character development and stimulating mysteries and peak fiction... you're looking in the wrong place, imo.

[painttoolyamanaka]

I have so many fic ideas and nothing to show for it so here's an itemized list of things I want to write where most of them are about Sai because I'm obsessed with my zero vibe blorbo:

Road To Ninja au [probably'll be a series]

Sai - centric, as always, but mostly because I want to explore a world where Sai's father is alive and his mother cares about him. Of course, in a way that hurts his growth as a person and emotionally stunts him because it has to be canon connected in some way of course!

Also seeing a Shin-Sai sibling rivalry is intriging to me.

Blue Period au [either a longfic or a series]

Yes, also Sai - centric. At first this started out as an Art Club au but I think Blue Period au fits better. Just... high school student Sai who doesn't know what he wants to do when he's older and always has trouble properly fitting in stumbles into art club and rediscovers his love for art. This could be a main story to my modern au too, specifically after the horrible accident that fucks up Shin's organs and makes Sai lose his memory.

Just, art teacher Konan and genderqueer Deidara, along with art rival Kankuro and just!!!! read Blue Period rn I'm not asking

T4T Choji / Sai [oneshot]

Someone mentioned Choji being trans in the OC server and I was like oh my god t4t Choji / Sai! So yeah, I think they should date and just be the boyfriends ever <3

Yukimi and Sai Road Trip [regular fic]

After the war, Sai is stressed and Yamato sees this so he calls his little sister and they go on a trip around the world to see new places and such, I just think they'd be a neat pair.

Modern au [series]

Root kid - centric, it was at first made as a fluffy au where Kabuto, Urushi, Sai, and Shin were fostered by Nonou (Kabuto and Urushi came first and then Sai and Shin were adopted when Urushi and Kabuto were in high school so they're close but they're like two pairs of siblings living together), and ROOT is just the super secret treehouse group they made when they were younger or smthing, you know how kids are.

Miraculous au [series]

I like the concepts and the main plot of the show, but I hate the directors, writers, and overall how they carried out the show but I'll scrape it to it's bare bones and make my own Miraculous au

Not Sai - centric this time! Who would've thought? :0

Neji / Sai / Sasuke [oneshot of regular fic]

Neji, Sasuke, and Sai are all ppl who were repressed and then rebelled against a hurtful system that they were born and groomed into in canon, with Neji and his self - finding journey, Sasuke with his villain arc, and Sai actively rebelling against ROOT customs. So, ot3, they should kiss and piss off their parents

Silly Hallmark Christmas Fic [oneshot]

Sasuke, being a drama queen, decides to bring the son of the Uchiha's sworn enemy to Christmas dinner. Sai is in it for the drama because he's also a little shit that hates Danzō for his brother's death, and what better to piss of his foster grandpa than to fake date and go to Christmas dinner with his sworn enemies son?

They're both bastards and they should kiss kiss fall in love your honour

Deidara / Sai Fic [oneshot]

Just the adventures of Deidara and Sai [probably a modern au] working together on a big art final and such. There's probably going to be some slam poetry and dark academia and Rio Romeo themed playlists and such because I love those.

TMNT au but it's more of the Nick version because it's more messy au [probably a series]

Team Seven - centric but like. they're turtles :)

Raph - Sasuke Leo - Sakura Donnie - Sai Mikey - Naruto Splinter - Hiruzen

Cardcaptor Sakura au [series or just a fic]

Sakusai - centric and they're also in like high school when this happens, but yeah Sakura is the Cardcaptor and Sai is her rich best friend that loves her a lot and helps her Cardcapture to the best of his ability, like a fun sidekick. It's Sakura - centric though!

One of Those Twitter Template aus but With My Modern au [probably just a bunch of Tumblr posts in a series]

Nonou would post about her kiddos on facebook to share because she loves them

Kabuto would have social media only to keep a portfolio / resume but also to be annoying sometimes and also to have public beef with Anko because she couldn't have his sensei so apparently she's going for his mom

Urushi would be in it to post encouraging messages for his siblings and his blog is full of just him doing fun things with friends

Shin would enjoy just being there to post things he can't say in the moment but people find his weird life funny

Sai runs an entire art student portfolio / blog aesthetic because he enjoys having the coolest twitter [this is modern au Sai, canon Sai wouldn't even change his header]

Fuu also likes just regular posting but most of his blog is dedicated to family gossip / beef so he's got the highest following

Torune has a bug blog to interact with his family who also have bug blogs in which they make a small bug fandom

So yeah, many thoughts head full of niche aus that I enjoy! I have a few more so there might be a part two but feel free to chat to me abt them!

[pinksparklelps]

I really need to get this off my chest. Whether to just, inform, or give myself some kind of peace of mind. Because i think about this so frequently and sometimes it gets so overwhelming. Everything will be under the cut, so please, protect yourself if you do not like to read about discourse/drama.

First things first, im gonna do what i REALLY dont want to do, and thats ping who exactly im talking to. Even if they dont work at all. @velvet-sword @fluffnstuffq you two. You two are the main sources of my endless thoughts.

I want to start this off with how childish you were. Your “proof” is not proof. I am not, and never will be that stupid asshole terf Florence. I am just as much of a victim as all of you, and you have no right to say otherwise. I guess i could say its my fault for getting so close to popular people that are/are nearly adults when im STILL a kid. And when all of that shit went down i was, what, 14? And you expect me to act like the mature one.

Im so tired of thinking of this almost everyday because you caused me, AND MY GF so much pain and paranoia. Why, WHY on gods green earth would i EVER want to be florence? Tell me. Give me what you think are my thoughts. Because let me tell you, I HATE ATTENTION. Good, bad, neutral, ALL OF IT!! I do not like to be complimented because i feel like i dont deserve it, i dont like to be yelled at because i feel like a failure, i hate when people even LOOK at me because who KNOWS what on earth they could think about me? Even if its just polite eye contact, the thought of someone watching me makes me freeze.

I admit, i have used gacha back then, and I occasionally use it now because the minigames are fun. Character creators are good because i can make characters like that if im not feeling inspired. But SOOO many people use gacha life/club/whatever. Whos to say one of you didnt or did have it installed? I have no proof it was you, you have no proof it was me.

And the fact that you were harassing more people just solidifies the fact that i made a huge mistake in idolizing you back then. I was just a kid who like a silly game about music and shapes, and you basically ostracized me from the entire fandom. I havent played the game in like 2 years because of the terrible memories of you.

And Blitz!! Remember that one person you mentioned that you got us all against? I know them. Theyre actually a nice person. AND. You and gingy. You crossed the line, especially gingy. Stealing my characters after the fact, redesigning them EVER SO SLIGHTLY, and making a goddamn story with them? Even my spiritual oc’s that represent parts of me. You guys are supposed to be role models. You are popular, and older, and you do this to a fucking child? Ive been more mature than youve been in that situation. You all sent hate anons when i just walked away. I wanted to leave but you kept chasing me. Funny how i got no more hate after threatening to block them.

Speaking of which, “changing typing styles.” Only way i change my typing/writing is for fanfiction/stories and when i meet new people. I naturally incorporate others words and phrasing into my language. Hell, one of my new friends got “skill issue” from me haha. It seems to me like you couldve been projecting. Taking your actions and saying IVE done them so everyone looks at me instead of you. Funny, since you care so much about justice. Justice for everyone except the child who was also a victim of tracing and cyber bullying.

And i cant BELIEVE you would think i was abusing my gf. Shes smarter than that you know. If she were in a bad situation i know she would want to leave. If i knew i were hurting someone i would feel so guilty and push who i was hurting away. Well it seems my “loving and sweet gf” facade has worked for 2 years huh. Impressive of me isnt it? No. Me and my s/o are happy and we help each other grow every day. I do something wrong? They point it out, I apologize and do my best to fix it, and vice versa. Unlike you, i know that we are happy and in a really healthy relationship.

And since im talking about all this, rainb! Yes you! You were so incredibly uncomfortable to be around. Just seeing you type was enough for fight or flight to kick in. You were so harsh and not at all understanding and its a miracle you were allowed to be a mod. Sometimes i wonder how many people in that server got hurt and how much the server has fallen into disarray. I just hope people get out of toxic situations like i did.

And lastly, how dare you make fun of my fucking vents. You, you all are utterly amazing! I couldnt even begin to THINK of the possibility of someone doing that! You fucking assholes. I can be scared of my mom and still seek guidance from her. Shes my MOTHER! And i did NOT hide behind her, and it was only ONE TIME when you all were ganging up on me in a private chat. Its not my fault i froze and fucking broke down because you thought i could cause mass chaos in a community i loved. The second you start making fun of someones feelings that they trusted you with, you have become the monster.

No matter how much I despise each and every one of you, i do not wish for you to come to harm, even though you so obviously deserve it. I hate that i want you to be happy. But my mom told me it shows that im just a kind person. Sometimes i miss you, and i hate it because you were awful. I wholeheartedly believe in karma, but i also believe you can do better. I want, need, and deserve an apology, but i know you wont give it. And even if you do, im never ever going to forgive you for what you did to me. I once almost committed suic*de because i couldnt contact you and i didnt want to lose my friends. I couldve been sent to the mental institute back then because i cared so much about losing who i loved. But i see i put my life in the wrong hands.

I felt so hopeless in that server, but in my new group, i see so many talented people and know i trust them. I love them, and i dont feel sad knowing im not as good as them. They are talented, and even if i cant fully see it, i am too. I could never see myself as good enough with you all. But now im happier, and have good friends and family that i know care about me, even if i dont fully think i deserve it. Im happy with where i am. Im happy with how much ive grown.

And even though it hurt so much, im happy i met you guys because it was a learning experience that i never asked for.

I dont care what you have to say to or about me anymore.

Im happy.

[ghoulfr13nd]

imagine i take your ocs into my hand like your dolls and say "i just think they're neat! :3" fsdhj

you know, that makes sense for them to be chaotic! i remember when i was focusing more about lyrics and wasn't looking at the order of the songs and suddenly was hit with Moonlight Sonata i was shooketh! so id say it is effective with stopping listener in their tracks same way the moments where Mac's true feelings show! but so i see it depends on the character what type of the playlist would work best which is a very good mindset to have!

i'm so attached to these little guys you have no idea! i wonder what kind of being Linsey would end up as since you're reconsidering! in your story there are only demons and angels or are there other supernatural creatures?

thank you for indulging me and my questions! :D

i love this art! is Finn trans? i care him 🥺 he has fisherman clothes and honestly he makes it work! and linsay this poor traumatized kid </3 maybe stabbing people isn't the best coping mechanism in the long run ;v; (i really hope you find the rest drawings though! <3)

oh btw, would you be ok with me telling you songs that made me think about your ocs? just to clarify i don't mean it'd be my proposition to add to your playlist, just me saying which song i thought had the oc vibes to me :D

(hmmm about my ocs, man, i have so many, think typical shounen anime cast of main characters sdfjksdf maybe ill tell just about my main MAIN one to not take too much time fdhsj they're called Klepsydra and in short, they have some type of regenerative powers: when they get hurt (emotionally or physically) they take life-force of things around them and use it to heal. It's not conscious on their part and they hate it. They had to learn how to repress emotions to an extreme degree and wear a very thick skin so their emotions couldn't get hurt and put others in danger, they constantly wear a smile and to an outsider they are very happy-go-lucky. they want to isolate from people so they won't get attached, they don't want to risk getting hurt from them or hurting them when they'd be in worse mood, but they also hate being mean, they are very nice in fact, and like to help others, so whether they want it or not, they gather a "small" group of friends around themselves. but when things get Real/Sad/Negative/Dangerous they are the first one to run + they are amazing at dodging hits and avoiding injuries :D two songs i simultaneously associate with them is Dashboard by Modest Mouse and Lonely Hearts Club by Marina fdhasj thank you for asking!!! ;v;)

music anon 🎶

ok anon….. ok anon..!!! ITS HAPPENING…!!! ITS REALLY HAPPENING IM REPLYING FOR REAL FINALLY!! i come to you live from the notepad on my laptop. i broke out the laptop for this. thats right. i'm locking the fuck in, and i'm not moving until i'm DONE. ok? ok. let's do this.

i am thrilled that moonlight sonata was able to hit you that way! i had the idea in my head that it would work that way, but i wasn't sure if it would really come through to anyone else who might listen. i'm so pleased that it did. i clap my hands together!! i am full of glee and whimsy! it means so much to me that you like them fr T_T honestly it's been really hard trying to figure out exactly how i want my characters to interact and how i want their story to playout, and i've really been able to get a clearer idea just from talking with you. your questions have been really helpful with my world-building!! with Linsey…. hmm…. see, the thing is (and also to answer your question) i'm not sure whether i want there to be more than angels and demons! and i dont really see Linsey as either. she's certainly a creature, but i don't know that that's necessarily a paranormal thing jshfd

and THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME QUESTIONS ?????? ARE YOU KIDDINGGGGGG IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO TALK ABOUT!!! and yes!! finn is trans c: he loves his waders lol sure, maybe stabbing isn't the best coping mechanism, but, you know.

also are YOU KIDDING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES YES YES PLEASE REC ME SONGS BASED ON MY OCS NOTHING WOULD MAKE ME HAPPIER

what kind of story is Klepsydra's? :0 they seem like a really interesting character!! also very heart-bound. we are just two guys making fucked up little guys who don't know how to express their emotions like normal people. i'm sure this says nothing about us. ALSO I LOVE THESE SONGSSSS very very good vibes i love them. just realized i need to add them to your playlist!! so im doing that now.

ok cool one down!! see ya in the next one >:3c

[bukguhope]

something about you 02

in which badboy! jeon jungkook desperately needs everyone to think he has a girlfriend and out of all the girls on campus that he could’ve chosen to fake date- he chose you, the girl who hates him the most.

—> fake dating, badboy! jungkook, swearing, mentions of blood/fighting, hate(mainly oc) to love, eventual light smut, little pining WARNING mentions of SA (not to reader or any main character)

—> tag list @familiarlikemymirror3

𝒥𝒦’𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎/𝓃

𝟣. 𝓃𝑜 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝓈

𝟤. 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓈

𝟥. 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝑒’𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔

𝟦. 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒 (𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝑔𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒)

𝟧. 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 (𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒾 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌)

𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 _______

you look at the piece of paper in front of you, stunned. well, you were more surprised at how neat his hand writing was compared to the fact he actually drew up a contract for your fake relationship. it had only been a day since you agreed and he already made a list of rules?

“you actually made a contract of rules?”

“you’re dating?!” you actually forgot taehyung was sat opposite you in the campus cafe, whatever conversation you were having was long forgotten as soon as jungkook plonked himself at the table- placing the paper down in the middle of it.

“that’s a point” you state, pulling the paper to you while pulling out a pen from your case.

𝒥𝒦’𝓈 𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ^ fαкє ∂αтιиg 𝓇𝓊𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎/𝓃

you edit the title and jungkook chuckles at you while your friend eyes the page before the pair of you, still having no idea what was happening.

“you’re handwriting-” jungkook begins but you give him a glare making him pause before continuing “is very lovely, unique even” rolling your eyes you look down at the paper once again, properly reading through it before looking back up again and catching taehyung- staring

“i agreed to fake date him okay? was meant to tell you”

“you know what, i gathered that much” you turn your attention back to the list, annoyed you actually gave in to agreeing to this game of charades with jungkook just so he could get extra credit.

“see here, number four-”

“ah ah, non negotiable. i go to them all the time, only makes sense you’d come with me” jungkook cuts you off and you take a breath to attempt to chill the rage that wanted to boil out of you. parties weren’t the problem per se, but campus parties were, they were filled with the most irritating frat guys that you’d prefer to never run into for the rest of your life.

“i agreed to make it believable you had a girlfriend, seems as you name dropped me anyway. in no way did i agree to parade around with you at sleazy parties” jungkook just stares at you, in disbelief that someone going to university didn’t relish in the idea of going to parties.

“can i just ask, what the fuck is happening?” taehyung interjects and you and jungkook turn to look at him in unison to see his bewildered face

“this idiot needs extra credit to graduate, he needs to join a club and they won’t let him unless it seems he has ditched his- rebellious ways” the man in question chuckles at you explanation but his phone buzzing against his leather jacket pulls his attention. after a quick glance he’s on his feet

“take a look and get back to me, my numbers on the back. i have somewhere to be” and with that he was off and left you with his list of rules.

“do you ever wonder where he rushes of to all the time?”

“i don’t like to think about him in any sort of way in my spare time” your friend gives you a look but you just shrug and glance down at the paper with a shake of your head.

“well i do and-”

“you think about jungkook in your spare time?” taehyung gives you a pointed look but you give a smile in return before he continues

“let’s follow him” he’s up on his feet before you can protest and you make rush to gather your things and catch up with him

“taehyung are you crazy?! you can’t just follow people” you huff trying to get him to stop but his stride doesn’t ease

“you can and i will” you can tell he spots something, which is definitely a glimpse of jungkook, before he picks up his pace while grabbing onto your arm to make you follow. “there he is, don’t be obvious” you roll your eyes at the order, like him practically jogging was obvious enough. he weaves in and out of people until the pair of you are of campus and you finally see the back of jungkook striding away from the university.

“there’s no way any of his classes have finished for the day, so where’s he going?” taehyung mumbles, stopping momentarily to hide behind a nearby tree when jungkook comes to a halt by an alleyway.

“very inconspicuous tae, he’s really not going to see us here. it’s like we’re camouflaged!” you hiss through a whisper but he simply ignores you as he watches the other mans movements.

“look, he’s going into the alley”

“ohhh interesting, time well spent. we found out that in his spare time, jungkook likes to… drumroll please… go into nearby alleys!. what a productive way to spend our time” your sarcasm was practically dripping from your lips and taehyung looks down at you, hands on hips but you just stare back unimpressed.

“you know you are so sarcastic i just-” a loud crash interrupts him as you both jump and peer from the tree to the direction on the sound when another crash sounds making the pair of you look to each other “come on” taehyung whispers as he leaves to stalk up to the wall just by the alleys opening and you quickly follow

“you deserve worst then this trust me so you can stop with the tears” jungkooks voice sounds clear as day making your eyes widen, who was he taking to? and what the fuck was he doing?

“i think he’s beating someone up?” your friend whispers and you suddenly fill sick to your stomach, yes there were rumours of him being in a gang or the mafia and he had bruises along with cuts all the time. but you assumed it was from drunk silly fights, not this.

“i can’t listen to this iam leaving” you mutter before going to walk off. sure you didn’t like him, but thinking he beat people up for the heck of it? for nothing? that bought your hate to whole new level

“next time you want to go around touching women without consent i hope you think of what iam going to do to you again!” jungkook’s shouting made you halt your movements, taehyung looks to you in shock before coming away from the wall and hastily urging you to walk away with a hand on your back

“did you hear that?!”

“he was shouting taehyung how could i not?” your friend huffs as you continue to walk back to campus

“never short of sarcastic comments aren’t you petal?” you chuckle before going to reply but you don’t get the chance

“y/n?!” shit