#my parents were kinda mad at eachother this morning

[horseshoemybeloved]

I have had THE WORST day ever let me have Guncle Sunday just this once

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

Bokack wanted to protest he had already paid for the consequences of his actions, legally speaking. What was going to happen here? They couldn't throw him in jail it would just be his soiled reputation geting plastered everywhere he wanted to get away from his mistakes , start a new life but no matter where he went there went his mistakes like a dark shadow .. constantly following him everywhere. what was he going to do he couldn't make amends to charlotte he defietnely couldn't see Penny an apolgize. there was nothing he could do to repair that damage. .

"For what its worth. I do feel really shitty about it.. . I never wanted to hurt Penny..... I know that doesn't matter.. . i wish i could do ... .something ... but..i can't.. all i can do is just move forward.. i dunno .. ..."

He desperately hung on to his old friends encouragement of life being a bitch but you keep living. but man was it hard.. at least hollywoob mostly forgot about his shit why was it a problem here? This town was full of nobodies. Bored southern people looking for a good scoop. or a kid who was mad about the whole wanting to screw his mom thing.. While a part of him agreed with kyle another part wanted him to just poof out from existence.

Not as a reminder that you aren't capable of change, but a reminder that you are. You know, if you actually try

Bojack mulled over his words in his head, wishing for a kid to no longer exist was rather shitty, how much had he changed? He wasn't sure.. considering he drank a few weeks ago, and almost ask stan to buy him a cold one to numb the pain plus there was that guy he hit with his car..

.. " .change is hard.... but that's a encouraging perspective. .. kind of wish I had that thought process three years ago. ..."

"Not to beat a dead horse or gain sympathy but growing up with the spawn of satan and my father I can handle Cartman. I was rattled the first day, but hes shown me more kindness than my parents did in forty years he's not too much for me,

he gives me a reason to wake up in the morning.. Kyle I don't want us to hate eachother, i wont worry about my dirty laundry going to your mother because I wont have sex with her thats my promise to you, as a way to start over I promise I will not be anything but a friend to your mother. Eric hates the idea anyway said she was a psychotic bitch and just wants all my attention.. he's very.. needy .. .. .

.. .. its kinda funny that i liked your mom.. family lineage , dad, mother, grandpa they hated Jewish people, the things grandpa said .. oh man.. they were brutal.. but i think this is going to be fine.. i think were gonna be fine.. it would be really pathetic to have a rivailary with a ten year old.. so i forgive you for poking my shins even though that was a really shitty too to an old person. .."

My own mother.... never said she loved me not even once..

@ericcartmn

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 3)

Harry Styles x Preggs Fem!Reader.

Frenmies to lovers to parents, Dadthon!!H

Oral Smut, dirty talk and teasing.

Angst! Angst and fluff!! N' tooth rotting fluff.

Dadrry, bestie!h, boyfriend!h

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART 1 PART 2 LETS TALK/ ASK

The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be to able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

Or

Harry and Y/N are back being to besties and enjoying being pregnant together.

Warning: Mentions of blood, pregnancy trauma and natural childbirth hurdles.

//

Eyes gives it all. Even the hidden treasures get's looted from the mere mistake of someone's gaze just like right now when he's pretending to be confused as ever, "what? Called her myself . . ." He frowns and she sniffs frozen in her position feeling exposed from the vulnerability of being naked infront of him; tries to cover herself criss-crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why'd you d'that?" She hiccups wiping her blushed nose and his pupils bursts wide into realization. Immediately, cradles her face tenderly stroking the apple of her cheeks shaking his head vigorously, "Oh -— no. no. no baby told her to come over to take her leftover stuff if not I better give it to charity."

"O . . okay." She sucks in a breather. Without a word he removes hers arms away in a gesture that you never need to hide from me. Kisses her shoulder blade stroking her wrists and her pulse in circles.

"Don't cry, lil penguin. Why're ye' cryin'?" He asks in his most gentle voice feathering her cheek with the back of his hand, "'m . . . 'm scared." She tries to recoup her cries holding her breath causing her cheeks to puff like a fish.

"Let's get you cleaned warm and nice. Then we'll talk yeah lovie?" He slides her elbows behind his neck holding her strongly to walk them to his bedroom. Gives her a bath full of vanilla bubbles, essential oils, scrubbed her back and would trail kisses up her belly from under water making her giggle and weave her fingers into his own wet curls.

Him loving all three of them's the most adorable thing.

Got her ready for mid-nap with his sweater and boxers putting fur pads atop her ears, aloe fused socks on her feet and turning the heat a bit to sleepy temperature. Tucks a quilt under their chins and snuggles her closer to himself letting herself calm to his heartbeats before she speaks her heart out to him, "wanna talk? What you're scared of babe tell me all of it. Knows that I'll handle." He slips further into bed bringing her thigh around his torso and her head atop his buff chest.

She exhales loudly trying to subside the emotional feeling of crying along with each word that comes out of her mouth. Her bad habbit of grounding everything to the pit of her stomach until it blasts into a massive destruction always gets her into worst scenarios.

"'M worried about alot of things –- actually." She peeks up at him and he's already looking down at her genuinely with relaxed self to let her know that nothing has changes and he's still her bestfriend who'd wait for her till she manages to speak, "about what?" He encourages her petting down her hair.

"Everything like 'like future . . 'n — me being a good mum after all of that 'm uni too. . . the semester would start right after the month of my delivery." She furls her toes to keep her anxiety at bay level cocooning her womb cause she feels the safest with the assurement of her babies being with her, "about my career and what about me dreams? What if I'll never get to chase 'em?" He listens to her diligently boring his gaze to the way her lips mold with each word. Sighs gently rubbing her arms up and down salutating his palm around the side of her neck to tip her face towards him. His lips lingers at her temple murmuring against it, "Together we're gonna do this."

"You're gonna be the kindest and bestest mommy ever Y/N. I belive in ye' and about your dreams. I'll take care that nothing comes in the way to stop ya . . You'll attend UNI same as before 'cause 'm takin' a break to be with our babies till your done with your degree." He declares to her seriously and honestly running his hand all over her spine to assure her in every way possible, locking his ankles with her under the sheets.

"'M a big boy now! A daddy to two babies don't underestimate me miss gremlin!" He grins impishly smushing his cheeks into her side wide spreading his palm atop her tummy warmly with bare fingers, "'kay gotcha!" She giggles cuddling into him with droopy eyes inhaling the same scent she's lathered in from the sweet spot of his neck.

//

She wakes up in the evening satisfied and happy with the nap marks, sweaty baby hairs, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth and Harry already awake but still spooning her. He's her pregnancy pillow.

Covers her mouth with his pinky and ring finger when she yawns cutely stretching beneath him slowly blinking. Proper stops with his intense loving gaze still on her and blushes hard when he pecks her dry lips after sleep. Her chest heaves with his kisses and snogs trailing down between the valley of her breasts making her card her fingers through his chocolate curls. Whimpers ever hoarsely raising her hips in air for some friction and to levitate the throb in between her legs asking for him to release the ache away.

He takes the hint scooching closer to her side nudging her knees wide stroking the flesh of her thighs with tickling pinches. She whines fisting sheets with yearning arch of her back, "insatiable lil thing aren't ya?" He gives a toothy grin wetting his lips making her pause in her heave of getting his fingers instead flickering her vision over his candy plush lips.

"Kiss me?" She whispers and how couldn't he when she's looking this soft, warm and full of blush from the nap. He was litreally nutters for not ever pondering over the thought how alluring and attractiveness her satiny features hold, "'course darlin'." He tips her chin towards himself letting her sweet cushiony lips fuse against his's into an ardent kiss shooting her libidos 100 times higher than before making her moan pathetically into his mouth.

Her forearms winding around his shoulders instinctively and exhales through her nose not pulling away from the kiss and squeaks lowly when he bites her lower lip pulling away, "'ve got asthma y'mad mad woman." He gapes down at her dramatically fiddling with the bow of her panties. They skim down to her mound feeling the slickness that has spread all around and the rough trim of hair, "and I've got an extravagant sex drive!" It whisks into a breathy gasp of dense air when he slid his digits in between her slick folds flickering her swollen clitoris and repeating till she's panting for more.

"Sad innit? 'S me fault. I should be the one to help my girl out." He mutters trailing sweet kisses down her swollen belly to her pelvis snapping the elastic with his teeth causing her to jolt under his firm hold. She's too floaty else the statement of him claiming her would have swiped her away into a paradise of never ending imaginations.

"Mhmp. What did ya had fo' lunch lovie'?" He licks her juices off from the inside of her thighs sending intense quivers to her core. His palms smoothes under her thighs to hike them up and over his shoulders nipping at her skin when all she did was responded with a gasp, "d- dunno forgot . ." He perks his brows to his forehead commenting playfully while dipping down to tickle her with his curls.

"Pregnancy made ye' loose your braincells, moppet?" She raises her hand to smack him at head instead tugs his hair when for finally he flattens his tongue thickly against her wet cunt to give a good mind boggling lick sucking her clitoris in the way, "asshole. . ." She moans squirming like leaf under him but he quites her by taking her sensitive nub between his teeth to give a little graze and pull. It makes her pussy lips flutter and her hole leak with so much wetness it sticks to Harry's chin.

"H – ha . . rry. Harry." She tries to grind her hips against his mouth but he tuts brushing his pads around her dripping hole to tease her, "yes baby?" Groans of annoyance fills the room and she shoves her face into the pillow bitting down the snarky insults thrown at the curly head.

"Not gonna give ye' me fingers till you ask fo' it." He smooches wet filthy kisses letting her stickiness coat his lips stirring a ball of fire in her pit, "shut up." She whines nudging him with her knee telling him to do something to relax her.

"Make me." He smirks tilting his head to suck her petal fold creating dirty seductive noises on purpose. She huffs taking the matters into her hands pulling him up towards her by a hard grip onto his hair, "ouch ouch!!" He quips shutting his eyes tight.

"Harry Styles you make me cum or I'm never letting you fuck me ever." She glares him and he gives out a defeated sigh naughtiness still lurking in his moss of irises, "bossy – kay! Sorry! Was kiddin' babe. 'M all here to please ye'." She nods her head curtly shoving him back down and he giggles at her when in an instant from an angry lil penguin she melted into a mush of gooe when Harry thrusted two fingers at once inside her curving them once they were buried snug deep.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She gasps moving her hips along him that he stayed in his place eating her out while his fingers pushed in and out of her tight pussy with squelching noises, "fuckin' tight urghh." He grits rubbing her clit into harsh circles with his other hand, mouth on her cunt and fingers fucking her continuously.

"Want more?" He asks and she bobs her head not even processing what he said almost loosing the idea of her presence feeling too much ecastasy and over the clouds, "here take as much as ye' want baby." He slips another third finger admiring the way her pussy stretches swallowing his fingers, "'m gonna lick your little wet cunt off then clean it with me filthy tongue to make a mess of ye' all over again filling you full with me cock. Sounds good baby?" He knows she's the shy lil bean and his sweet enthusiastic words of vulgarism heats her up enough.

"Gonna come. Harry --" She tips her head down and back in air eyes rolling into her sockets. Harry rubs her outer thighs soothing her thrashing body, "shhh baby relax. You can cum on me fingers." She obliges him softening in his arms and her pussy makes soppy noises gushing with each wave of pleasure throbbing around his digits while he works her out to make her feel as giddy as he could, "That's it baby girl. That's it cum fo' me again?" He prods at the sponge of bump inside her seething through her twitching walls making it impossible for him to pull out and tent his cock against the bed leaving a spot of how turned on he's at the moment.

But, his first-most priority is her. It always was her maybe more than Chessie

"Happy my lil lioness?" He comes back on top of her arms digged on either side of her temple and she tries to squint from one eye pulling him to herself planting a rewarding kiss at his cheek, "how 'bout a pizza from Tommy's place?" He lays ontop of her (like half ontop of her and half on his side; just to share her warmth).

"Can I have an extra topping of olives, pretttyy pleaseee?" She makes a weird funny face to convince him, "but you're allergic to 'em." He frowns sitting up thumb hovering over the contacts popping on the screen. He has everything memorized she's allergic to; it's not much peanuts, olives and clay dough ( she claims that she ate it once when she was possibly 5 and it swelled her flesh up ) not that she's gonna nip at it now but Harry couldn't trust her cravings at all.

"But 'm craving them sooo baddd." She clutches the hem of his tattered shirt pouting but he retorts with the shake of his head intervining their fingers together to kiss her knuckles, "Nope moppet. We don't need another hospital visit at fou' in the morning like last time, do we?" She remembers it. A very angry Chessie at his doorsteps while he helped her walk inside this home post hospital visit.

"I hate this." She huffs folding her arms against her chest, "I know. How about we delay getting y'sick once babies are out?"

"You kidding?" Her mouth slacks turning into a widespread grin at last, "absolutely not. Pizza without olives yeah?" He smacks a kiss against her open mouth loudly before his phones rings at the pizza place.

//

Harry's the busy bee. From grocery shopping to making the list of all the organic food he needs to line up his pantry with, he took everything's responsibility on himself. Cause mama has a huge duty for wrapping two babies in her womb safe and heated. Even when she tries to bend down to put a plate in dishwasher he skates near her supporting her back and scolding her, "all you've t'do is eat and nap. Dunno fucks count 'cause we fuck alot — chill sweet baby. 'switch onto telly 'm bringing banana milk and cookies." She pouts because she doesn't want to be a burden on him. She wants to suspect any tiredness from his features — the way he's been on his trippy toes for her from eight and half months but how much she tries she couldn't instead he looks way more giggly and joyful than before with never ending dad jokes and teasing bum pats.

They indeed fuck alot. Harry loves that she's always sleepy and clingy — he thinks he's truly, deeply and madly in love with his lil penguin but they're in the middle of train's track whose destination is atlast confession of love but he wants to wait. He can't wait though. He's always been impatient and light from stomach can't sleep at night without sharing a word of his swimming thought with anyone. He shared it with Nialler, it was at three in the morning after Y/N sucked his cock dry with so much admiration for his prick he was bout to cry and blurt out but he didn't. Cuddled with her and oreo practically on his face then ringed his lad startling him up, "why did ya wake me up fo' something we all already know Harold? Do I've to teach ya lessons cause now that would be a shame to your kiddos." He grunted dropping the call leaving Harry baffled and alone to his thoughts again.

"Sweet angel . . " He cooes jarring the door to his room with his foot. She has moved in to his house, from guest room to his room and his heart. Told him she didn't like sleeping alone and gets the most amazing slumber squished up against his chest in his arms. He was ardent that she completes him. He's right. She does. Always had but this time it's till they're getting old and wrinkly.

Lilac walls glow from the telly's illumination and the flicker of light from their open wardrobe. His ears perks at a repulsive groan and his brows dips to tune into the situation, "what are ye' doin', pet?" He asks confused at the sight of Y/N in a funny position with a razor in her hand standing in the middle of their wardrobe trying to duck and see through her huge bump.

"'M tryin' to shave me legs — seems impossible though." She throws her head back to convey her annoyance and Harry chuckles placing the banana milk and the plate of dark chocolate cookies atop the drawer island taking her wrist which's holding onto the razor, "you don't 'ave to it's just a maternity shoot –- no biggie, moppet." She huffs. Their faces at level and intimately close to have a good stare in eachother's eyes.

"No biggie!? it's the first time I'll get to have someone take me pictures, all, personally fo' me." Her smile pouty as she tries not to break her disgruntled facade down.

"How 'bout the times, I was a victim of ye'r endless pictures taking sessions?" He squints down at her. Hands out of instinct fumbling by her sides to feel her warmth on his skin, "you were sooo shittt at that job."

"Kay, kay then, lemme just –- hand this razor, I'll shave ye'r legs pretty girl." Happily she shoves it in his grip while he knees down hiking her leg ontop of his knee. His pink tongue popping out in concentration. She trusts him in this because last time he was the one to shave herdown there. Taking a sip of her banana milk she taps the straw against his lips speaking, "a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." With his eyes on her ankle and his pretty hands which could make her come infinite times right now working so diligently, He gives her a high five taking a sip himself.

She breaks a cookie forwarding it to Harry and he looks up — so being all dramatic she acts shy and blushy turning her gaze away in a swift, "what baby?" He laughs putting her other foot on his knee his grip tight around her ankle.

"Don't stare at me calves like that you creep." He wipes away the crumbs from his lips giggling and making her giggle, "I've literally shaved your cooch days before." She jabs her big-toe against his nipple getting a high pitched squeak from a grown ass man in return.

"I hate you!" She says through the spurt of chuckles and his response in return turned both of them silent, "I know ye' love me." Their cheeks blazed. Eyes twinkling. Hearts doing lil dance dance but nobody from them tries to break the comforting silence knowing they'd word vomit the instant they'd.

They say "I love you." And "love you." in their normal routines without making it a mess of shyness. But the butterflies at that specific moment when the epiphany dawns on the pair that they really are in love with eachother makes their tummies float in void with butterflies.

"All done!" He announces enthusiastically kissing her knee like she's a princess in distress and the words burns at the plush of her lips, "love you."

"You too, lil penguin." He smiles boyishly.

"Oh fuck, I forgot we're gonna have shoot in our pyjamas." She yells in a low hum and he rolls his eyes slapping her ass, "rotten you're."

"Oopsies."

//

A maternity shoot in their back garden along oreo never seemed this fun when they were gushing about it days prior. Nialler gifted them cute baby pink coloured matching pyjamas with yellow peaches pattern, mommy and daddy embroidered on them. They even matched some fluffy kitten hats too!! A pair of yellow and pink with kitten ears with goggly eyes, big cheshire that of Oreo.

Their close friend Onna was all up for the shoot and nothing's more adorable than Harry's soft hands around Y/N's belly in a protective way, while they sat on the fluffy growing grass and cotton flowers. Her back resting against his taught chest, his legs wrapped on either side of her and oreo almost stretching atop her bump quenching loud belly ache laughs from them.

"Two pictures 'n 'm already tiredd, pff." She gasps shuffling a little to activate her sore bum and Harry pecks her shoulder cutely, "some more 'cause you'll grump later." Onna captures each every second of their tooth rotting interaction.

"Oi. I'll not!!" To avoid a banter Harry taps her chin pointing towards the camera speaking, "last one doll, one to show that we really are pregnant." Onna's laughing at their techniques. Shaking her head with each shot of overloaded sweetness she traps in her camera.

"I. Am. Indeed. Pregnant. Pet." She looks down with wide eyes rubbing her prodding tummy in circles, the top button litreally about to pop and Harry's face adorns with a naughty grin showing his bunny teeth, "Me too!!" He squeals rubbing his moth covered belly the same way she's doing and it sent both girls into fits of laughters.

"Sillllyyyyy." She sing-songs throwing an arm around the nape of his neck to bring him closer and smooch a loving kiss to his cheek, "you're gonna be the best dad." She whispers eyes closing into the diameter of his scent and he rests his lips against her forehead. Onna having a smile of adoration for her friends while she did her job, laying down to capture this one beautifully.

"Yeah?" His voice just audible to them. "Uhmm." She nods fiddling with the collar of his pyjamas and their bubbles pops when oreo tugs at Y/N's top revealing her graceful babies bump.

"You batty creature!!" She tries to grab oreo to smoosh her in her arms but oreo gallops miles away before it could happen.

//

The whole last night Y/N couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning with whines of complaints to a snoring Harry on her side. When Harry woke up she was already staring him like an owl scaring the poor thing, cause it wasn't a loving one. It was a proper creeping stare with baggy eyes and pouty lips, "can we have 'em out already?" She snuggles into his throat and he massages her head.

"In a week." He grogs out stroking his cheek against her's, "Have ya taken out all the required papers?" He asks her and she nods with a yawn. Today's the enrollment day for Y/N's next semester -- Harry will go to her UNI to talk to the administration instead of her.

"I'll be back in no time, till then try havin' a good rest, want some donughts from that one shop near ye'r UNI?" He thumbs at her baby locks. She shakes her head murmuring into his flimsy sweat shirt, "not feeling like it." Dunno what happened. She was alright after for finally her sickness went away but today she feels like shit because of her Braxton hicks climbing to painful peak.

Kissing her head last time he untangles himself to get ready and she watches him buttoning up his cuffs with his curl dangling over his eyes, he's looking handsome and a bit too out of her league with the crisp white shirt and chequered trousers.

He squats down pecking her lips. Her nostrils filling with cinnamon ocean-y smell soothing the tick of her nerves. Her body reacting to even the air pricking at her skin, "don't miss me too much, lil penguin." He gives her an eskimo kiss knowing she's feeling down and tired today the way she has her face squished into pillow and isn't trying even to cup his cheeks like she does everytime he leaves for something.

He puts her phone on the nightstand tugging her under the sheets, switching off the lamp and slowly exists the room not to disturb her. She doesn't know when he leaves but the pin-drop silence tells it all and she's half conscious half awake with fluttering eyelids.

She turns on her back with a groan to get rid of the dull ache in her pelvis and outer thighs — but then she feels something . . . . something wet between down there and it makes her snap open her eyes blinking blankly at the ceiling. Tries not to think of bad scenarios but it's otherwise.

"Holy cow of jesus." She fists the pillow under her sitting up with much difficulty and to her worst horrors the sheets are sploched badly. She stands up with her spine almost bending in two — staying calm and positive even when a heavy gush of water trickles down her legs soaking the rug. It has nothing attractive in it as they show in movies but rather feels like a dam leaking and a litreal adult peeing in their gowns.

She snatches the phone from nightstand putting a firm arm beneath her belly walking out of room, her maternity floral white gown clinging to her skin. A tinge of shock weaved through her bones but that didn't made her loose her balance. She wants to throw the phone against the wall when the line always beeps busy, "already missin — " his honey of voice bringing tears in her eyes.

"Get your ass back home!! Right fuckin' now!" She yells into speaker trudging forward with carefull steps. He pushes onto breaks hard, panicking into his seat, "What happened!?" He's quick in turning gears speeding back home. Her lips wobbles blue from pain and the unbearable throb between her thighs. Words struck in her throat as she tries to speak gripping the globe of stair railing leaning against it when a hard contraction striked against her spine.

"'M going into labour — " Harry's heart falls into his arse. His vision blurring from the intensity of the moment and he's thanking Gods for being five minute drive away from home. How many times they prepared for this time it all went in vain and now Harry's beating himself for leaving her side at all, "'m comin' home, it's okay baby, it's okay breath." His lips stammers from an invisible fear and fingers twitches around the wheel.

Wanted to shout at him "breath, my ass." Instead She gasps loudly in fright when she feels her cervix dilating to the maximum point and it did the last fireworks for her tears, "no, no, noo!!"

"'M giving birth!!" She shouts kissing her teeth together to keep the pain at the bay hooking a thumb into her panties, scrunching her dress up to press them under her armpits and squatting down with the heels of her palms pressed with so much strength over the last stair case, "what? oh my — 'm calling our midwife." She can feel a head trying to force it's way out from her vagina and it rakes out a sob from her chest.

"Please be gentle with mommy, 'm coming." Harry says and it comes out as a weak whisper while he drives sitting on the edge of the seat and Y/N's ears are ringing with white noise to even pay attention to what he's saying. Her gown drenching with sweat and she screamed at the top of her lungs pushing with her all might scaring a sleepy oreo in her bassinet, "Shit." He mutters tugging his curls back immediately calling their midwife. He wishes his babies could atleast wait for him to be there with their momma.

"Miss. Dori !! Y/N has gone into labour, 'm out, dunno —---" There's loud urgent shuffling on her side that of picking stuff and closing metal boxes as she assures Harry with firmness, "I'll be there in just 10 minutes, till then reach there as quick as possible. She needs you Mr. Styles." It collects sweat at the dip of his spine sky rocketing his anxiety. His breath elevating at the sight of his society's gate and if it was possible he'd have flown to her.

Parking hastily on the side of road and leaving his car's door open — dishelved he steps outside almost falling square on his face while the old couple that use to sit at their porch in mornings watch him with concern, "Is everythin' alright son?"

They ask and Harry nods yelling to them, "Y/N is in labour!!" His face blowing out of any color when his ears fills with painful screams of his lil penguin and his fingers jumbles with keys unlocking the door.

It's surreal. The realization not completely setting in that all of this's happening right at this moment, that he's going to be a daddy in some hours, Y/N hunched over the bottom stair squatting down with thighs wide apart and her gown soaked against her back. His breath knocks out of his lungs and eyes bursts into shock when he sees his baby's head pushing it's way out in between her legs.

"I can see it's head! I can see it's head oh m'godness." He announces rushing towards her and Miss. Dori guides him, "Harry help her pull it out, cup the baby's head and if it's shoulders are grab-able, have it out." He places the phone atop the stair sitting down beside Y/N kissing the side of her head quickly wiping her tears away.

"Hi baby, it'll be alright, 'm here now let's pull our bubba out mighty quick." He presses his chest to floor to look down there and if Y/N would have been in her good state of mind she'd have butt him in not to. His brows kinks tightly together as he tries to concentrate and not to pass out from the sight of blood and his blood covered infant half hanging in it's mother's v.

Gently he wraps his shivering palm around it's head and shoulder moreso figuring out if it could itself comes out, "push a bit more, moppet." She shakes her head furiously crying and trying with all her will, "It's hurts!!" He wishes the process wasn't that painful.

"I know, I know baby —- oh okay okay! We got him." He cackles through his worry taking him all out and in his arms having a good grip around it's tiny waist fearing it would slip. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief muscles loosening and shoulders slumping. She could hear him sniffing close to her with little noises despite of how much she wants to hug him, she still has another one to bring out in the world.

"It's Elios." He grins with ablazed glossy eyes stroking his tweeny baby hair back. Though his excitement shatters into pieces as he cries to Miss. Dori, "He's not breathin, n'--not breathin' what do I do??" He has switched into his fight and flight mode. Fat tears spilling down his cheeks. Y/N wants to have him in her arms and make sure her baby's healthy but a hard contraction makes her bones jello with her another baby trying to pop out.

"Calm down Mr. Styles, Is his cord wrapped 'round his neck?" When Harry couldn't mutter a single word just shaking his head ear to ear staring down his little one with fear and sadness, Y/N screams for him, "No!!"

"It's nothin', clean his nose, it's probably some clotting blocking his breathing passage." Harry acts on her instruction without wasting a time and the threshold's walls bounced with prattle of his low coarse cries, "Oh my god!!" Harry gasps holding his baby boy closer to his chest not giving two fucks if his shirt and skin stains with thick blood.

In the meantime Miss. Dori and her assistant nurse tramps through their door. Cutting the cord Nurse takes Elios from Harry's arms and takes him for a cleanup as Harry leads her to their nursery. When he comes back Miss. Dori has their other bubba already out and it's worth watching him flying into clouds of paradise, full of glee, happiness, so much happiness has never experienced before.

"Hi. Victoria." He keeps his voice soft if she's a chinese porcelain doll and would break in his arms. He loves his son to core but the way his heart just swirled with fondness and love for his daughter the second she was layed into his embrace was something else. He's tender with her and from just gazing her it spurt out a sob from the deepest of his tummy, "she was so stubborn to come out rather than his brother." Miss. Dori tells him and his head perks up with proud adoration. Handing her to nurse he turns his gaze back to his exhausted lil penguin leaning against the wall now. And scoots closer to his bestfriend, the love of his life and the mother of his babies.

Hugging her warmly and affectionately, winding his arm around the nape of her neck to smoosh her into his chest while she cries against his throat. Being tender and the softest yet sweetest he could be with her, pressing his lips against her ear to whisper words that made her cry even more loudly into his bicep, "I love you, I love you more than anythin' in the world, 'm s' soo proud of ye' baby, me soulmate and the love of me life. I promise to love you forever and infinity." The world blurs around them and their heartbeats latches to sync in with eachother. The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood, mess of the beautiful birth of their gorgeous twins.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble a line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

"'M listenin', pet." She whispers smiling weakly and Harry's lungs nourishes with air, "Scared me baby love." He hugs her again with a wobbling pout and this time she tries to console him.

"Y'okay baby? Should we go to hospital? It's better if —--"

"'M okay!!" She simpers kissing the dip of his collarbone. Carefully he smoothes an arm down her back and knees picking her up bridal style to take her to their bathroom for a hot nice bath full of essential oils. He caress her face, trailing his knuckles down her cheeks, gazing her fondly while sitting down on the floor beside her with his one hand inside the warm water to lull around her calves.

"I love you, you've given me such beautiful babies. 'Ave ye seen Tori ? She's a proper you, that lil bunny mouth of yours, aish." He giggles and she squeezes his fingers in a silent gesture to tell him how happy she's. Drying her clean with a towel and moisturizing her body, making her wear her comfortable gown.

When he tucks her under sheets she babbles with droopy eyelids and tired body, "can I see my babies?" He smauches a kiss against her forehead, "After a teeny rest, yeah angel?" But, she was already out like a bulb making him chuckle softly.

//

Miss. Dori left the kind nurse behind with them till Y/N wakes up and with her help Harry lays down the twins on either side of their mommy. Deeply pondering how lucky he's to have his family completed and healthy, tucked into their mother's armpits.

He giggles and holds his breath in awe when Elio wriggles in his blanket, scootes his bum closer when Y/N yawns and stretches, "how ye' feelin'?" He brushes her loose tresses back and she nods attempting to sit up.

"Good." Thanking him when he gets comfy amount of pillows behind her, "wanna hold them?" He asks as she ducks down to kiss both of their soft skins.

"'M arms are still shakin' . ." She chuckles, "no biggie, I'll help ya out, a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." She giggles loudly startling Tori and Harry hushes her comically scooching behind her embracing her in a heated wrap from behind chin resting over her shoulder, "shh, gotta be quite with this one — such a light sleeper bub."

"This's Victoria Anne Styles and Elios Vincent Styles." He supports her one forearm with his's under: giving Elio to her and having Tori in his other, "are you presenting them to me as some kind of award for my bravery, pet?" She nudges him playfully and he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Such nice awards, innit?" He gives her an eskimo kiss and she puckers her lips asking for a loving smooch of his candy lips, "absolutely."

//

They took their first nap together with Harry and Y/N on either side of bed with their babies in the middle of their warmth just like a nest of sparrows, safe, comfy and utterly snuggly with the couple protecting their dainty creatures of soft flesh from the storms of outside.

"C'mere baby . . " Harry usheres Oreo with the snap of his thumb as she tries to canoodle into the soles of his feet tickling him and she obliges his tone, "Good girl . ." His own voice tired petting her crown when she turns into a lil ball of fur beside Tori who's sleeping at her daddy's side, being ever hesitant and carefull with them making Harry smile at her thinking of giving her treats in dinner.

He almost slips from under the sheets when a shriek of cry jolts him awake and it's Tori crying loudly thrashing under the blanket while her brother kept on sleeping stretched over his mommy's chest, head tucked under her chin.

Ah! Here comes the real deal. Daddy Harry's about to face real challenges 'cause we all know he once promised that he's a big boy now, innit?

[the-queen-of-ships]

So about the whole Stella and Stolas debacle. I really liked her potential to be something of a memorable antagonist but it falls flat unfortunately. Sure I want a sympathetic villain but pure evil is fine, the execution was not fine.

I'm more sad than mad really, I'm not particularly put off by the fact that Stella is evil or abusive, if that's how they want to potray her as, sure, why not? But the fact that it's so out of a left field from what was established. It feels like details were retconned, the timeline of events shifted. Which I'm more put off by.

S1's episodes and S2 ep 1, just has a massive gap, it's like we're watching an altenate universe. Bc they've made their relationship so black and white, making Stolas the sad good boy victim while Stella the bad lady with no redeeming qualities. No, they're both jerks, they're both the problem.

Stella isn't a saint but neither is Stolas.

I really like what they had going on with Stolas going from sex addict who basically objectifies Blitzo to wanting a deeper connection. And the same episode Stolas was depressed af and later revealed to have had that long awaited divorce. I'm sorry I assumed Stella pulled the divorce lever and not this guy, I'm sorry this guy does not look like he's the one who liberately pulled the divorce lever to an abusive relationship.

As fun as that scene was, it doesn't correlate well with what we know. He literally divorced her after one night when last season it was heavily implied it happened more than once.

"Back when my parents didn't hate eachother" Octavia said this, which meant their relationship wasn't so horrible as it was played up in S2 Ep 1. Followed with "Home doesn’t feel like home anymore. You ruined it." That would imply that home used to be normal, normal as in no one sided screaming matches in the morning and Stolas' affair was the catalyst for Stella's anger.

I'm not saying Stella was a great mom or wife, seeing the signs from season 1 chances are she isn't winning mom of the year but I didn't expect her to be so Godawful. And the fact she cared about the Goetia family's reputation but then goes and badmouth Stolas in public ruining his reputation. Like wut, that doesn't make sense.

Octavia is 17, she has the mental capacity to look back and reflect to notice these details. That Stella was an abusive wife and that Stolas is unhappy, and in an abusive household, I doubt home ever feels like home.

If "Looloo Land" is supposed to be the aftermath of the "Still Not Divorced" party (which makes no sense), bc if that were the case then Stolas wouldn't be placating and looking for an excuse when Stella was yelling at him, saying "it was unexpected, there was no time to book a motel". He would've been yelling back that it was over or atleast be firm about the subject.

Stella didn't have to be sympathetic, but to make her completely evil to the point that it's kinda silly. A sadist with no shame of hiding it, it falls so flat. Wouldn't it have been better if she was two faced? Not completely showing her hand. To not show or vocalize her distaste for her husband in public or infront of Octavia, but only when they're alone. In public giving backhanded compliments and stepping/kicking beneath table or squeezing his hand or arm tight as a way of warning, a certain look that warned Stolas. Indulging Octavia in certain activities like going to LooLoo Land despite obviously not wanting to be there for public reasons. And that cheating scandal being the reason where she wasn't shy about it anymore.

In "Ozzie's", "House of Asmodeus" had a moment where smoke illusions of Stella and Octavia appeared and glaring and walking away from him.

It's Asmodeus' song with his pov of the situation and not Stolas' but it felt like it showed what happened since it showed Stolas distraught and ashamed after "you sold your life for a thrust". That line and scene has become misleading now that Stolas basically happily threw his marriage away for that thrust. He's more distraught seeing Octavia than Stella, but that's to be expected. It was more shock than anything.

I bring this part up bc I connected that Stella was the one who pulled the divorce card out during that ep. Bc more power to her, she can act the victim, she can ruin his reputation while amplifying her image, and she'll have Octavia even tho they have joint custody she's still effectively seperating them. Manipulating Via with the time she has her for herself. It also showed that Asmodeus was under the impression that Stella was the one who broke things off.

Stella could've been a good sympathetic villain or a more smart pure evil villain. I would prefer either compared to what we got.

I know some people like that Stella and Stolas is abusive bc it's giving awareness that men can be victims to women's abuse, I agree it's nice and I would like that too but the execution is not all that great.

I sound hella harsh rn, but I really expected more from Stella. I loved her design, her voice and her situation, it makes for great drama that was still untapped in S1.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ram Sweeney x Reader || Headcanons

Topic: Dating HC's

Notes:

*Sigh*... I write regularly write for creeps like Freddy Krueger and Offenderman... and am one of the few tumblrs that write for Sheriff Hoyt romantically... and yet Kurt and Ram are my real guilty pleasure characters.

Anyway I hope someone other then me wanted this XDD I'm gonna do a Kurt one too.

Warnings: Some NSFW but not explicit.

Your song: The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift)

He respects my space and never makes me wait

And he calls exactly when he says he will

He's close to my mother, talks business with my father

He's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable

...

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain

And it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

So in love that you act insane

And that's the way I loved you

Breakin' down and coming undone

It's a roller coaster kinda rush

And I never knew I could feel that much

And that's the way I loved you

You two as a TV/Movie/Book couple: Bianca Piper and Wesley Rush (The DUFF)

Having the kind of relationship that no one else understands at all. Like, you have nothing in commen except commen history and your feelings for each other (Which are, on the other hand, totally clear to everyone) but when you're together you're always laughing and being affectionate.

Being in an on and off relationship throughout middle school and highschool- but never and I repeat; Never, is anyone permitted to mess with you at all. Because Ram always considers you his, even when you arent together.

So yeah, you always have 2 (Ram, and Kurt) large football star bodyguards at your disposal.

Being very playful together.

SOOOOoooooo much PDA. Including: Making out in the hallways and at school events like football games (You dont care who sees), sitting in his lap or at least squished close to his side at lunch, him throwing you over his shoulder to carry you places, him giving you piggy back rides, him picking you up and twirling you around, him just standing behind you with his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder when he's bored (With everything but you), his arm being over your shoulders as you walk together, you wiping peanut butter on his nose to get a rise out of him and then running away so he'll chase you, you peppering his face with kisses to make him laugh, etc.

Having a turbulent relationship. Because while, when all is well you two are like peanut butter and jelly and seem like the perfect highschool sweethearts, when you arent it's because Ram has gotten really jealous over something and called you a terrible name (Skank, whore, slut, bitch- any of those) or you understandably got irritated by his bullying and/or being a perverted, sexist asshole and you have huge, blow out fights in the middle of school and by the end of the period the whole student body knows about it.

You give him the silent treatment and the cold shoulder after those (If you didnt break up, that is) and he sends Kurt to give you messages.

When you make up its because he sincerely apologises although he doesn't 100% understand what he did wrong which becomes part of the next fight.

As you've been together so very long, he is basically part of your fucking family. He's so familiar and casual with your parent/s and/or sibling/s. They love him so much that, whether you're with him at the time or not, they allow him into the house and your bedroom with a cup of tea and snacks. (Its the 'American dream' popular-boy / football-star thing.)

So yeah, sometimes when you're mad at him or he wants to get back together (Which generally you want to do, to. You honestly have the same biological timer. Its like, 3 weeks pass by of being broken up and then ding ding ding! You both get the feelings its time to get back together and start sharing grins in the hallway and talking to your friends about eachother) you'll just find him waiting for you in your room when you come home.

Hanging out a looooooot with Kurt. Movie nights at your place, hanging out at the mall together on weekends sneaking out to see them at the football field at night time, etc. When you're sad, they'll both turn up wherever you are to cheer you up, too! Goofballs.

This does not mean there arent times where Ram shoo's Kurt off, though, when you two want some alone time together (*Eyebrow wiggles*) because of course. I'm just saying, you're a close-knit group.

When you are alone together, not much changes from when you're around others honestly XD You're still just as playful and affectionate. You just, you know, also have sex.

When he's down, you rusk your graceful image and climb through his bedroom window to be there with him. You dont fuck, you dont even really kiss. You just climb into bed with him and he'll tuck you under his chin and close his eyes. Legit old married couple. And you two sleep- by morning, he usually feels better and refuses to let you get out of bed with him.

"Five more minutessssss, babe!" He whines, holding you against him and pressing kisses to your head. You know he'll just say that again in 5 minutes time- and over, and over, and over again.

"Oh- no. I've been caught in this trap before Ram. We have school, so we have to get up. Come on!" You push firmly at his stomach (or abs) with your fists; not that that does much as he just just groans or gathers your little wrists in one big fist to stop you (Either way he certainly doesn't even flinch). His eyes are still closed. You sigh.

Now you have two choices, you can either give in and snuggle back into him for the rest of the morning, or threaten to send an attack towards his groin and he'll literally fling himself outta bed. Like "OH LOOK AT THE TIME- Kurt's gonna be waiting for us outside. Lets go!"

There are also mornings that you wake up with him (No sad Ram the night before necessary) and are all too happy to stay there with him. You just adorably nod into his chest, eyes still closed and making the cutest half-asleep morning sound when he asks if you wanna stay here a bit longer and he happily pulls the blanket over both your heads; shielding you both from the real world for a while.

OKAY MOVING ON FROM THAT FLUFFINESS.

You are also the only person who has any sort of control over him and Kurt. Like you can take them down a few pegs with just a look.

You two do date other people when you're broken up but its clear to anyone watching that these are just nice place holders for eachother. Neither of you are ever as happy with others as you are with eachother. You're ridiculously in love, actually.

Ypu were the first one to say I Love You, and he immediately called Kurt for guidance XD

Places you've had sex (Because it is always the full monty with Ram): Both your bedrooms so so so many times, the school bathrooms, his car, Kurts car (Kurt was NOT pleased.), the back of the football field, under the bleachers during a game or pep rally (he was benched for being too violent) + under the bleachers during practise + under the bleachers when the football field is deserted, the back of the school, the faculty parking lot at school, Kurts and Heather Chandler's houses (Parties. Basically a Westerburg High party is not complete without Y/N L/N and Ram Sweeney breaking in someones bed), his parent's car, the woods, cow pasture (a picnic blanket was used), and finally some mall changing rooms.

You leave him messages on his answering machine. He listens to every one of them (Which means something because he doesnt listen to anyone elses, unless he's gotta get through them to get to yours).

Him being SUCH a jealous asshole (With everyone except Kurt).

HIM STANDING UP TO THE HEATHERS FOR YOU.

#PromKingAndQueen

Having Kurt "Smartest guy on the football team," Kelly be your (Occasionally, live in- yes, he has slept over with the two of you on the floor so he could break up fights) couples councellor. Often his advice is 'fuck it out' but he also comes up with oddly wise shit sometimes. Mostly he's just very exasperated though. Like, its obvious you two are gonna end up together- stop bothering me with this shit. Let me get some pussy for myself guys please-

You two getting a bit frisky on movie nights with Kurt and he throws stuff at you. He just starts bringing a pool noodle (That he drew an angry face onto) along with him and hitting y'all with it whenever he feels its necessary. Cuz I mean, on one hand, of course he's happy for his bro Ram that he's getting his dick wet, but on the other- ITS FUCKIN MOVIE NIGHT, PULL YOURSELVES TOGETHER FOR T W O S E C O N D S (Oh the irony- it does indeed escape him). He'll park his ass right in the middle of you two if you keep it up.

If he had survived, you and Ram would have broken up after graduation and spent college apart, before bumping into each other again back home as new (Improved. Especially him) people that fit together better now and ended up getting back together for good.

[pockou]

skin ⤻ chpt. one

— pairings: jean kirschtein x fem bodied nb!reader

— warnings: none for now

— summary: after reuniting with your childhood bestfriend, jean and a long heated night together you establish a friends with benefits relationship. what could go wrong?

— modern au

— wc: 2.6k

— a/n: sorry nothing really happened, this is really just me setting things up !

⤺ skin masterlist

After a long and stressful day with work, you finally arrived home. The first thing that crossed your mind was letting your mother know you’d be skipping out on brunch with her and some old friends the next afternoon so you could catch up on some much needed sleep. You removed your shoes and wiped the small bit of sweat which was accumulating on your forehead, outside felt like a heatwave being it was nearing the peak of summer, work has been pretty busy lately with all the moms coming in and demanding for you to restock the pool noodles — which obviously you had no control over just being a mere cashier. You never knew how stressful it could be just standing behind a counter all day, which you didn’t take into account is the long and blistering walk home. Maybe a summer job wasn’t the best choice?

“Oh hey Mom!” Your mom was just passing by with a laundry basket in hand, probably heading to clean clothes for tomorrow.

“Hi Y/N, how was work?”

“Long.” You filled a cup of cold apple juice up before turning back over to her, “By the way, I can’t go with you and dad to brunch tomorrow. I’m pooped and need some extra sleep.”

“Y/N, you can’t skip out, I understand you’re tired but an old friend who you’ll probably be happy to see is going to be there, and i’ll make sure you don’t miss him, he’s rarely in town anymore.”

“He?” You tried to think of all the guys who’ve came into your life which your parents took a liking to, there were a few but not any you really would want to see.

“Yes, he. Now get showered you smell like clorax and sweat!”

“Jeez Mom way to put it lightly!” You both laughed together, these moments definitely made you glad you decided to move back for the summer and stay off of campus. You picked up your phone after it buzzed and saw an incoming follow request from “Jean Kirschtein” the name rang a bell but ultimately you chose to ignore it and decline. You decided to fix the obvious awful scent which was coming from you and headed to shower.

You looked at the array of bath soaps, body scrubs and shampoos you and your mom shared, you picked up the ‘vanilla mint’ scent which always brought comfort to you for some odd reason, it just has for as long as you could remember. After massaging your head with shampoo and conditioner you shaved your legs until you were satisfied with the outcome and jumped out of the shower. Noticing the time after you went to pause your music you realized just how long you took, it was already past seven pm and your dad should be home, hopefully with dinner. Before leaving, you moisturized your legs and added an acne serum to your face, gently patting it into your cheeks and forehead. You just threw on some boxer-like shorts and one of your dads old band tees and peeked into the kitchen.

“Hey darling.”

“Hey Dad, did you pick up dinner?” You leaned over the counter giggling at your mothers antics, being she was behind your father mocking him.

“Yes I did, burritos good? There’s this new joint by the office.”

“Sick, thanks dad! I’ll set the table, love you.” You pecked his cheek before grabbing plates and cups for the three of you, you hadn’t remembered the last time you ate, it probably was around eleven when you had your lunch breaks. Which you believed to be a bit too early for lunch. You smiled widely at both of your parents as they sat down at the table.

“What do you guys want to drink? I’ll go get somethin’ for us all.”

“I’ll just have a water pumpkin.” You took your dads cup and gave him a thumbs up then looked to your mother.

“I still have my protein shake i’ll be fine!”

“Mkay!” You took yours and your dads cups and filled them about halfway with water, adding a bit of lemon and ice to yours, “Dad do ya want ice?”

“Sure, thank you. Now hurry up your foods getting cold!” You shuffled back over to the table handing your dad his iced water and flashing him a shiny smile.

“Thanks again!” After that you dug into your dinner and the whole meal was filled with your dad telling you and your mom about people calling in asking for help with computers and you telling them about annoying people you had to deal with and, of course your mom complaining about Amy from her yoga class.

By the time you all died down and your mom mentioned you should all get some sleep so you’d all be in good moods for brunch in the morning, inevitably you gave up in trying to skip out due to your moms persistence to join them. You walked into your room to be greeted by the warmth and comfort it always gave off to you, you grabbed your phone and plopped onto your bed ready to finally wind down and relax after such a long day. Your eyes got heavy and you felts drowsy before you gave in and fell into a deep sleep. You dreamed of the same boy you had been for a while, he was cute, really cute and he always brought comfort to you. This dream always took place in a pre-k classroom, playing will blocks and legos and the smell of popcorn and juice in the air. He always came up with a smile on his face which was missing one of his front teeth already, some spaghetti sauce around his mouth and asking if you wanted to play tag. But everytime before you said yes, you always woke up and you were no longer in a carefree mindset like a child and that boy was never there all that was there was a loud ‘beep beep beep’ sound ringing in your ears which never failed to wake you up right at ten thirty am.

This time your mom was also in your room, rummaging throughout your dresser drawers. She was humming the same song she used to sing you to sleep with which always made you smile. You whined as you sat up stretching.

“Morning honey, can you wear this today?” She had just a white tee and a jean shorts pretty simple and nice to wear in the summer.

“Sure that’s fine, how much time do I have?”

“Around an hour or so, make sure you hurry please I don’t wanna be late.”

“Mkay, by the way when do I getta know who this wonderboy is?”

“When you see him you’ll know, trust me. Now get ready!”

She walked out of your room to let you get dressed, after putting on the outfit she chose you just found some random sandals to wear and fixed your hair a bit, you still had some time to spare so you just chilled on the couch playing a random cooking game. Your mom came out to show herself off and she did her cheesy little jazz hands.

“You look beautiful Momma.”

“Thank you, Y/N, you look great aswell.” You both looked in the kitchen to see your dad eating something, “We are literally going to brunch why in the world are you eating?” She obviously wasn’t mad but she shook her hand at your dad which made you both chuckle. They both had been together since they were in highschool and seemed to have an unbreakable bond. That was something you’ve always wanted with another person, just to be able to find comfort in another so easily, and trust them no matter what. And just the very way they looked at eachother and the loving gaze they shared, it was everything, they were soulmates and all you wanted was to find something like that. Your special person.

“Well, we should get going, the car drive is a bit long id say.” You lifted yourself up from the couch and followed them, still looking down at your game. You plopped into the car once again, and just gazed out the window.

“Where are we goin’ again?”

“Just a pancake house, nothing too special y’know?”

“Mkay, thanks Mom.” You looked back down at your phone to see that ‘Jean’ guy requesting you again, you found it kinda weird but you decided to look at his account. He was attractive. No he was fucking hot, he had a shiny ash blonde mullet, which some of it was a darker shade, somewhat brown. His hair had a slight wave at the ends adding just a bit of volume to it. You scrolled a little bit more to find out he had a chihuahua and a shitzu. He was also doing good in school and — you double tapped. You mentally cursed at yourself, you just liked a post from not too long ago but still he’d now know you’re looking at his account. Out of guilt you let him follow you, you had to now atleast. You just turned off your phone and flipped it over, ignoring what just happened.

“You alright? You look sick.” You looked up to your mom who was looking at you from the front seat, “If its about ‘wonderboy’ don’t be too scared you two used to be so close, you’ll click instantly!”

“Mkay Mom, and I’m fine.” You acted as if you totally didn’t just stalk a hot guy on Instagram, gawk over him then like one of his posts from a few weeks back. You were totally fine, what else could happen. You were incredibly tempted to go look at his page again, his arms always seemed to fill his sleeves from what you saw and, he had a stubble which was just a shade darker than his hair. He dressed incredibly well and looked like he smelled like fancy cologne. You checked your phone and it already had been thirty minutes.

“Mom when’ll we get there?”

“It’s just done the road, relax honey.” You sighed in relief, your stomach had been churning the past few minutes and you needed out of that humid car. Once you parked and looked at the time, it was half past eleven, the exact time of your reservation.

“Alright, we’re at a patio table so you two walk their i’ll go talk with the bouncer to see if the others are here.” Your dad patted your head before walking off to check in, you followed behind your mom. With your hands in your pocket you guys turned the corner and a certain someone caught your eye, the guy from instagram, Jean was it? He was sitting in the patio, her hair was thrown into a ponytail and a chocolate brown like some of Jeans hair, she was cute and obviously his mother.

“Oh my goodness, Kirschtein is that you?!” Your eyes widened, these were the people you were joining for brunch. “Jean! You’ve grown so much, you look very handsome now.”

“Thank you ma’am, Y/N is that you?” He smiled widely before stepping closer to you and embracing you in a bear hug, you let out a small defeated laugh before hugging him back, “How’ve you been? How long has it been?”

“Since preschool.” Your gazes went to his mom who stole you from Jean and hugged you even tighter. You felt the life being squeezed out of your ribs, even though you barely remembered these hugs. And the scent you’ve always loved, both Jean and his mom smelled like vanilla and mint, it was pretty ironic. You all took a seat waiting for your dad to come back before you ordered anything. Jean was seated across from you, his legs were a bit on your end of the table but you just ignored it, everything seemed so awkward yet comfortable all at the same time. Jeans presence was just comforting and made you feel warm and whenever he talked to you and kept eye contact? That made you wanna scream, you two hadn’t seen eachother for years but instantly clicked.

Once your Dad came back, he had five menus in hand and gave them all out. You all talked amongst yourselves about what you’ll get to eat, and what you’ll be getting to drink, ultimately you settled on a coffee, so did your Dad. While Jeans mom and your Mom giggled about some drink they used to always share before ordering two of them, Jean got a decaf. It seemed plain but you weren’t one to talk. You had been engulfed in whatever it was you were doing on your phone until Jean kicked you lightly and gestured to his own phone. You clicked on instagram and saw he had messaged you there.

“Hey, so are we gonna talk abt you stalking me orr?”

“No, we’re not Jean, please just forget abt it.”

After that your drinks had finally came, now you all had to order you got just some pancakes, nothing special. Jean got an omelette while his and your Mom shared french toast and your Dad got waffles. The conversation over brunch went well, Jean shared about what he was studying in during the last school year, as did you. Your familys just caught up with what had been going on, Jean had adopted two dogs over the past year — which you already knew, he was doing good in school and his studies. You just sat there kind of awkwardly being just an hour or two before you were stalking him and thinking about how hot he was, you were snapped back into reality when his Mom asked you something.

“Have you been with anybody recently?”

“Mom! You can’t just ask her that, we haven’t seen her in years..” Jean whipped his head to the side looking at his Mom.

“No Jean it’s fine, but I haven’t.”

“Oh really? You’re so pretty? I find that hard to believe!” You smiled at her, she was obviously trying to be nice. You all continued eating, Jean paying close attention to his phone.

“Well Jean, have you seen anyone recently?”

“Mom!! Seriously?” You were confused about what your moms were trying to pull off, asking random questions back to back on the same subject.

“Y/N it’s fine. And No Mrs. L/N, I actually haven’t.” Jean stretched backwards, his arm muscles slightly flexing while he did so.

“Hmmm, interesting.. Well, finish up everyone.” You had already finished eating so all you had to do was wait for everyone else to finish. You played that same dumb cooking game for what felt like an eternity your Mom finally tapped your shoulder to get your attention.

“We should be heading out, by the way you two are invited for dinner tomorrow, feel free to come by anytime!” You got up with your mom, waving a goodbye to Jean and his mother. Now you had to endure a car ride most likely of your mother blabbing on about how you should get with Jean, that was something you didn’t wanna think or talk about.

You napped in the car for most of the ride until your phone started to buzz in your pocket, which woke you up from your dazed state. You checked the notification to see Jean had sent you a message.

“Y’know you got pretty hot right?”

“What? Jean thats random.”

“Fuck I mean that in the most respectful way possible.”

“Mkay.” You rolled your eyes, although you could say the same about him you were fond of his boldness but that was definitely a worry for another day. All you were worried about was what you’ll be doing now with him coming over again. Were you going to make a move in the same way he did or ignore his antics completely? And that was the last thought you had before falling asleep again.

[arandomshine]

Just a heads up this is celebrated like how I do it here where I live aka. we celebrate it in the evening of the 24th and it's just in the "order" you could say, how Christmas eve goes for me for exampel we first eat together as a family and then we get our presents.

So I'll post this/will have posted this just before i go to eat with my family :D

Oh and this story has some forshadowing for the story with Xornoth ;)

Which i still havent quite finished :’)

Hope you enjoy and happy [insert what you celebrate here] and for the people that don't celebrate at all have a nice day!

For any confusion about the characters: Leighs Masterpost

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Leigh: talks like this (italic and bold font)

Ciaran(Mother): talks like this (only italic font)

Ceven(Father): talks like this (only bold font)

when: they say something (in bracets like this) theyre saying it in theyre head so dont wonder when its in the middle of a sentence

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A Festive evening

She had been awake since early morning finishing some last minute things for her parents visit. It was Winter fest day and the sun was already setting it wouldn't be long now until her parents arrived they've always celebrated in the evenings. Leigh had been setting everything up all day from a table filled with food to a small tree with presents, one for her mother and one for her father. She had just about finished, then a knock on the front door. "One second!,, She quickly brushed her clothes to remove any remaining dust on them and then opened the door: "Mom, dad!,, she didn't hesitate to embrace them in a tight hug "I've missed you! Come inside,, "Hello sweety we missed you too,, Leigh's mother said following her inside, her father came inside aswell. "So how have you been doing sweety with everything going on recently?,, They sat down and started eating the food Leigh had prepared, she swallowed some food and then spoke up: "Well in my opinion I've been managing quite well i mean me and the Owl's are still alive so I think that's pretty good!,, she said in a sarcastic tone, her mother snorted: "I mean that's better then your father,, "Oh shush Ciaran or do i have to remind you of that one time where-,, "Haha no you don't Ceven honey,, Leigh continued watching her parents banter, she knew that they weren't actually mad at eachother, they doing it for fun. When they were done they switched theyre attention back to Leigh. "So sweety what else has been happening?,, "Well other then managing normal life there is one other thing to mention,, They had finished eating, her parents were listening closely. "I mean it's nothing important its that-,, "You got a girlfriend!,, her father interrupted "No!,, "A boyfriend?,, her mother chimed in. "No! For Aeor's sake you too!,, "Sorry sweety but you never know, we just had to ask, now what did you want to say?,, "So yeah um you remember when our King went away? well he doesnt call himself our King at the moment but i do, but that's beside the point so anyway i kinda was the one that got him to come back,, her parents eyes widened. "Sweety how did you do that?!,, "Well I went looking around making sure everything was in order, went to check on the crystal, noticed it was gone and got Errol to fly and go search for him and to tell him that the ruler of the undergrove had taken it, and it looks like it worked cause after, I heard the Kings voice walk outside past the door Errol came back aswell,, "Honey.. you saved our empire by doing that, your a hero!,, "Thanks dad I just wanted to get that off my chest,, They stood up and pushed theyre chairs in. "Its fine sweety and im sure all of Rivendell is gratefull because of that (I feel so bad for the boy still a young adult and already has to rule the empire, im not even suprised that when he got his powers he went away) but now, wanna open presents?,, "Yes lets go,, The three went upstairs, Leigh's parents unpacked a present that they had brought with them."Okay so this one is for you and this one is for you,, Leigh handed her parents a gift each. “Aww thank you Leigh let's see... aww a locket with a picture of you inside of it, thank you sweety!,, Ciaran hugged her daughter. "My turn let me have a look... wow a ceramic statue of feather, honey this is amazing you know how much I love her, where is she anyway?,, "Oh she's just on a fly about around Rivendell,, "Okay well then, now you open our gift for you,, He hands her the gift. "Thanks dad, alright let's see... oh wow its a feather plushie where did you get this?,, "Well our King does have a littel plush business with house blossom so it wasnt really hard to get a hold of,, "Everything about it is perfect,, "Just like your mother,, "Dad! What the heck!,, Leigh's mother just giggled at the situation but then spoke up: "it's already night time, how about me and your father stay overnight and leave in the morning?,, "Sure mom come on,, The three went down stairs again storing theyre presents away somewhere safe. While changing into something comfy Leigh mother noticed something and became worried: "Leigh! Sweety! What happen there?.. why are there big purple and blue bruises on your wrists?! like something was tied around them realy tightly..,, her father looked over, worried aswell now "Well um.. do you remember when that demon was around? Well he kinda caught me when I was on a walk in the mountains but dont worry I was saved by our King and some other rules and these are just some permanent marks now I guess,, "I swear to Aeor that demon can burn in the next universe for all I care!,, Leigh's mother was mad, her dad however just stayed quiet. "Hey mom calm down and dad chin up its doesn't even hurt anymore,, her mother took a deep breath "If you say so sweety..,, "Let's get to bed now, come on you two,, Leighs father eventually said. They laid down and it didn't take long for all three of them to drift into the land of dreams.

[roguerogerss]

Sorry is a Sorry Word

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Plot: Steve fucked up - bad. He doesn’t really know how, or if, he should say sorry, until Dustin gives him a pep talk.

W/C: 3.1k

A/N: Just now realising how long this is oops, sorry. My first Stranger Things fic! Finally. (watch this flop so hard lmao) Remember to like and reblog if you enjoy! It really helps me out. As always, requests are open and any and all feedback is appreciated <3

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"Dustin, Please, just leave me alone." She lay back on her bed, tears streaming down her face and hair amiss from where she'd run her fingers through it. "I'm fine, I just...give me some time."

"But, we tell eachother everything." Her little brother sounded so small and defeated that it almost broke her heart in two. She could hear him leaning his back against the door, the back of his head thumping dully against the wood a second later. "I feel like we're drifting apart. You don't talk to me anymore."

"Dustin-"

"No, it's okay. Don't worry." Dustin cleared the remnants of his upset from his throat, "We can talk later. I get that you need time."

And with that, he'd left. She could hear his muffled footsteps on the carpeted floor of the hallway, walking away from her bedroom and back to his own. She knew that she wanted to talk to him and vent about all of the happenings of the day, but she couldn't bring herself to let her walls down in front of anyone about her current situation just yet.

It was Steve. And it was bad.

They'd been together for a year and ten months. He'd been there for her through thick and thin. Whenever their mom went MIA, something that happened more often than not, during the days and weeks and months that Y/N was left to take care of her thirteen year old brother on her own with no notice whatsoever, Steve was there. And he'd take Dustin out to the cinema, give him free ice cream, play Dungeons and Dragons with him and his friends - even though Steve had no idea how to play Dungeons and Dragons. He'd sleep over, make her feel like she wasn't alone. It filled her with pride to see him taking Dustin under his wing, more like a dad than even an older brother.

When they lost Hopper, who'd become more of a parental figure than she and Dustin's mom was to her, he was standing by her side at the funeral, hand grasping her own smaller one with force and squeezing it every so often, just to remind her that he was there. He was there after the funeral, too, when they went to the cabin and went through Hopper's things. He was there when she found the birthday present that Hopper had bought for her, a necklace with, 'you're pretty cool, kid', engraved on it. Hopper's way of saying that he loved her. It came with a letter, one that she cried so hard while reading that she couldn't see the words on the page.

The point was, that Steve had been there through everything. And now that they'd had a huge argument over - of all things - Nancy Wheeler, she was unsure of whether or not she'd have Steve to lean on anymore.

It wasn't so much a stupid argument as it was a stupid mistake on Steve's end. He even admitted to himself that what he'd done was more than a dick move. Tina was having a party, a big one, for old time's sake. Y/N wasn't invited, having been socially considered as 'uncool' while in High School, while Steve was invited. He said that it wasn't a big deal, it didn't matter, he wouldn't go.

Except that it was a big deal, it did matter, and, well, he did go.

He'd gotten really drunk, so drunk, in fact, that he had no recollection of the night at all and managed to stumble to Y/N's front door at five in the morning.

He'd told her that he went to the party, that he was sorry. She'd been mad, but she was so tired that she said she'd deal with it in the morning and told Steve to sleep it off on the sofa. Before going to sleep, however, Steve had told Y/N that he 'thought he might've kissed Nancy' that night.

They'd argued about it the next day. She'd dropped him off at home, neither of them speaking at all in the car, and they'd screamed at eachother in Steve's living room. Little did either of them know, Steve hadn't actually kissed Nancy, he was just so drunk that he made himself believe that he had. And then, Y/N told Steve that they were done, and he'd said 'fine', and she'd left and cried in her car for an hour.

And now, she was here. Crying on her bed, little brother probably thinking that one of her friends had died or something.

She hated herself for blowing up and flying off the handle and literally breaking up with Steve. Steve, on the other hand, hated himself for even going to the party, hated himself for - possibly - kissing Nancy, hated himself for going to Y/N's front door and waking her up so early in the morning.

In the grand scheme of things, Steve Harrington had been an asshole. And he was all too aware of it.

It had been around half an hour since she got home when Dustin knocked on the door again. This time, she'd managed to calm down enough to allow him to come inside. She looked horrifying, hair messed up, tear stained face, cuddling a pillow and wearing one of Steve's shirts, but Dustin was her brother, he had no right to judge her.

The door swung open slowly, and Dustin was there, grinning and holding two pints of ice cream, spoons, and some movies. "Thought we could put a movie on and eat. And you can tell me about your problems and I promise I'll listen."

"Is the ice cream cookie dough?" Y/N asked, sniffling, and a watery smile crossed her face. Dustin laughed, happy to see his sister perking up at least a little bit, even if it was over ice cream, and turned the carton to reveal to her that it was, in fact, cookie dough.

"Only the best." He tossed one of the cartons and a spoon at her, and turned on the TV set that sat across from her bed. "Besides, I know it's the only one you'll eat when you're sad."

"You know me entirely too well." She hugged her knees to her chest and dug into her ice cream, relishing in the taste of it for a second, "Oh my God, I haven't had this in so long. And the Scoops cookie dough is so bad."

"Right? I know Steve thinks it's the best, but he is so wrong." Little did Dustin know, one mention of his name would make Y/N's meltdown begin all over again. Soon enough, she was crying hot tears into her ice cream, and she allowed Dustin to lay his head on her shoulder while she explained everything.

"Okay, I have to go somewhere." Dustin knew what he had to do, and Y/N's eyebrows furrowed as he got swiftly up from her bed. "I'll be like, maybe half an hour. But you can eat my ice cream if it starts to melt."

"Dustin! Don't leave me!"

"Watch the movie!"

And then he was gone, and she was by herself, with only some ice cream and E.T. to keep her company.

Meanwhile, Dustin had found Steve at work. He was insanely hungover - although, the headache and sickness had gone away thanks to Robin and her Tylenol, but the tiredness still remained - and reminded Dustin faintly of a particular zombie in Day of the Dead when he walked into Family Video to find him leaning on the counter. The grim look on his face wasn't so much because of the hangover, though, it was more to do with the fact that he and his girlfriend of nearly two years had broken up half an hour ago, and he'd been forced to go to work.

"If you're here to talk to Steve, I wouldn't. He nearly punched me when I asked him if he wanted Tylenol. And I'm a girl." Robin stopped Dustin at the front door, a serious look on her face, but he shrugged her off.

"It's fine. He won't do anything. Besides, I know what this whole thing's about. That's why I'm here." He tried to walk off again, but Robin grabbed his upper arm, tugging him back and making him elaborate.

"Is it Y/N? I think there was a fight between them or something. He’s never looked this rough.” Robin looked concerned, and she was. She’d never seen Steve so upset before. “He was crying when he came in.” She added.

Dustin shrugged, “Yeah, I’m gonna talk to him. He’ll be fine tomorrow.” He decided not to give Robin any more information on the situation in case Y/N or Steve would've gotten mad at him for it.

"Henderson, hey." Steve said quietly when he noticed that Dustin had entered the store. He looked like he'd been crying, and Robin was definitely right when she said he’d never looked rougher. "If you're here to hang out-"

"I'm not here to hang out, Steve. We have to talk." Dustin crossed his arms sternly over his chest, raising his eyebrows and nodding his head in the direction of the store room. Steve grumbled and complied, unlocking the door and ushering Dustin inside.

"You have to apologise."

"Apologise? Apologise for - what exactly are we talking about?" Steve rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, leaning against a sealed box of movies that he was supposed to have put away by now.

"You know what for, Steve. Y/N. You hurt her. Like, really badly. I don't think I've ever seen her so upset." Steve already wanted Dustin to stop, but he continued, really wanting him to get the message of just how hurt his sister was. "She cried in her room for half an hour before she even let me talk to her, and now she's at home by herself, probably crying some more because you went to a stupid party. I mean, seriously man, couldn't you just have stayed home? What was so important about it?"

Steve threw his head back and hid his face with his hands, wanting the floor to open up and swallow him whole. He knew that he'd been a dick, he knew that he'd hurt her, but, Jesus, knowing the details made his heart flip in his chest and his stomach hurt. He hated seeing Y/N upset at the best of times, nevermind when it was his fault.

"Yeah. Yeah, I should've just left it. Jeez, Dustin, I'm such an asshole."

"Yes. An asshole, you are. And what was that other shit? About you kissing Nancy?"

"I didn't kiss Nancy, okay? My drunk mind just kinda...made me believe that I did. I called her today just to confirm." Steve swallowed, suddenly having the nausea of his hangover coming back to him.

"Does Y/N know that?" Dustin had his arms crossed, back against the wall, looking unimpressed as Steve shook his head. "Seriously man? Don't you think that the first thing you should've done after finding out that you didn't actually cheat on your girlfriend, was tell your girlfriend that you didn't actually cheat on her?"

"My head's all over the place, Henderson. Cut me some slack, okay?"

"You have to come say sorry, you know that, right?"

"I will. I will, I promise. I finish in an hour, why don't you go home, I'll buy some flowers, take a shower and get changed, and I'll come chap on your door like none of this even happened." Steve had suddenly perked up, gesturing with his arms and almost getting excited to initiate his plan.

"Yeah. Sure. But it better be good, Harrington. You better make her happy."

Steve didn't even have time to respond before Dustin was running off, getting on his bike, and cycling back home to his sister. He promised himself internally that he'd do all it took to make her happy.

Y/N had finished her ice cream and Dustin's had started to melt by the time he got home. She hadn't cried any more, had been too focussed on the movie, and Dustin was relieved to see her laughing at something on the screen when he entered her bedroom.

"Hey." She smiled. "Your ice cream's melting, you'd better eat it."

Dustin smiled and bellyflopped onto her bed, sending her into a fit of laughter. They both laughed so hard, in fact, that they barely heard the doorbell ring, and Dustin almost got up to go and get it.

He stopped himself though, not wanting Steve to call him an idiot or something along those lines. "You should go. I have to eat my ice cream before it melts." He said sheepishly, sitting back down from where he'd jumped up. Y/N rolled her eyes and threw the pillow that she was holding at Dustin's face.

"Alright, make your sad sister get the door because you have to eat ice cream." She stood up even as she spoke, knowing that Dustin wasn't going to budge. "Nice one, asshole."

Y/N had left her bedroom before Dustin could retaliate, bounding down the stairs and realising that, if anyone saw her the way that she looked now, they'd probably never respect her again. The doorbell went again, and she sighed quietly at the lack of patience from whoever was on the other side.

She - stupidly - didn't even bother to look out of the window that stood next to the door to check who it was before opening it, and nearly closed it again when she realised who was standing there.

"Hey, woah, don't close the door yet!" It was Steve, his eyes widened from the possibility that he'd come all the way to her house so that she could slam the door in his face, holding white lilies and a box of chocolates, which was - in Y/N's opinion - the cheesiest apology ever. "Just...listen? For like, a minute."

She slowly let her hand slide off of the door knob, watching as Steve relaxed a significant amount even from seeing her do that. "A minute." She crossed her arms over her chest, chewing her cheek. "You have a minute."

"Okay, uh, yeah, okay." Steve began his rambling. "Listen, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know I shouldn't have gone to that party, I know I shouldn't have gotten so drunk that I managed to convince myself that I kissed Nancy. Did I already say that I didn't actually kiss Nancy? I called her, and she said we didn't even speak. Bottom line is, I'm an asshole. I know that, and I hate myself for hurting you. Dustin told me how upset you were and I...I couldn't even comprehend the fact that I did that."

He paused, looking down at his feet and waiting for Y/N to say something. Something that didn't come, she simply stood, looking at and biting her fingernails, trying to figure out whether or not she should give in and forgive him or not, so he stopped waiting and spoke some more.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I love you so much. And I know that I fucked up, and I don't expect you to forgive me-"

"Steve." Y/N stopped him. He looked up at her, expecting that she'd look upset or annoyed, but she was smiling and shaking her head. "Come here."

"Seriously?" He already wished he hadn't said what he did before he'd even finished speaking. Seriously? What kind of thing to say was that? "I mean, you know-"

She was already hugging him before he could finish speaking. She knew that he'd ramble on for hours if he could, but she also knew that she already forgave him and didn't need to listen to his rambling. "It's okay. I forgive you."

"Oh, thank God. I thought I'd lost you, really, I did." He sighed into her hair, realising that he was probably ruining the bouquet of flowers with the way that he was crushing them against her back.

"Well, you were an asshole. You had every right to think you'd lost me." Steve had always loved her subtle sassiness, it was a habit that she often fell into unknowingly, but it made him chuckle.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I was an asshole."

She let go of him, finally, and stood back. He was wearing his light blue jeans, a black t-shirt and belt, with a blue jacket. It was an outfit that she'd seen him in before, quite a few times, but he never failed to look good in it anyway. His hair was slightly amiss, as though he'd gotten ready as quickly as he could - which was true, but she didn't know that for sure - but it still had his Steve 'the hair' Harrington charm.

"So, can I come in, or are you just gonna stand there and mock me?" He grinned and she stood to the side, allowing him to join her in the hallway. He went straight for the kitchen, taking out a vase and filling it up with water, then placing the flowers in it and leaving it on the kitchen counter.

"I didn't say you could-" She was trying to joke with him, but he didn't seem to care much, as he cut her off by dipping his head towards hers and kissing her passionately. He hated to admit it, probably something to do with the small part of his King Steve persona that he still carried around with him, but he'd missed her, and it had only been a few hours.

"Woah, easy tiger." Y/N laughed, pulling away when Steve's hands started to travel downwards. "We haven't even properly spoken yet."

"Yeah. Sorry." Steve said sheepishly. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and smiled down at the floor. "Do you wanna talk?"

She shrugged. "Not particularly."

"So, really, it's okay for me to do this," He closed the gap between them again, beaming at her while he searched her face for any sign of disapproval and admired the little flecks of contrasting colours that danced in her eyes. And then he kissed her again, lips soft against her own, gentle - something that wasn't widely believed, Steve Harrington was actually one of the most gentle people that Y/N had ever met.

"Well, yeah." She grinned, breathless. "But I'm sort of in the middle of watching a movie, wanna join?"

And so they spent the rest of the day, wrapped in the blankets on Y/N's bed and Y/N wrapped in Steve's arms, watching movies that Dustin fished out from the cabinet under the TV that Y/N didn't even know that they had.

She had to say, Steve's apologies were often cheesy and terrible, but this one wasn’t so bad as it was enjoyable.

[sleepingrenjun]

nervous | ML

the gorgeous banner was made by the one and only @hyuckiebabie

Genre ♡ angst, badboy!Mark Lee 

Length ♡ 16.9k

Pairing ♡ Mark Lee x reader

Warnings ♡ character death, violence, making out, mild swearing, mild alcohol consumption, kinda mafia, uhh shitty parents? Basically just angsty badboy!Mark, it’s rather tragic I do apologise.

Playlist ♡ nervous playlist

Summary ♡ You find yourself falling deeper and deeper into Mark’s fiery touch despite the dislike you once felt for him. But Mark Lee is dangerous and nefarious despite his gentle desire to love and protect you; the two of you are star-crossed and you will forever be damned into the very pits of hell.

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Your clothes were beginning to stick to your skin, the rain blurring each and every neon sign into one big mess of colour against the onyx canopy of the sky above the city. The faint sound of cars screeching along distant streets could only just be heard over the music blaring through your earphones. You stumbled ever so slightly against the sudden outcry of wind as you rounded a corner and looked up through your lashes to see the refreshingly familiar street which housed your favourite late night coffee shop. You looked down again in order to give your cloudy eyes a break, eyeing your slightly scuffed, and now very soggy converse as you trudged a little further until you made it to the door of your beloved safe haven.

 You used your right shoulder to help you push the heavy door open, relieved to see that the lights were still on. You pulled your earphones out, shoving them into your tote bag unceremoniously.  

 “Oh hey, y/n,” you looked up to see Donghyuck smiling sleepily at you from his position behind the counter as he raised his golden hand in a small wave.

 “Hi Hyuck,” you threw a lopsided smile in his direction before carefully drying the soles of your shoes on the mat which lay before you.

 “It’s a little late for you, is everything okay?”

 “Yeah, yeah, I just got caught up with uni work, I guess,” you tell him as you take your phone out of your soaking wet hoodie pocket, before tapping on the screen, thus confirming that it was indeed later than you had realised, 10:53pm. He hummed in understanding as he continued to steam-clean the tea cups which sat on the polished granite in front of him.

 Donghyuck studied at the same university as you and so he understood that sometimes the workload would cause you to spend hours on end in the dusty, old university library situated on the top floor of the main building. His major was in English literature, and if he wasn’t in the coffee shop working then he could often be found studying with his nose buried deep in a coffee-stained book with his exhausted round glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. Donghyuck was lovely, in every sense of the word. His strawberry blonde hair looked gorgeous against his honey-stained skin. He was warm and flamboyant and just, quite simply, alluring. His raspberry-stained lips were soft and full, just as his cheeks were. Donghyuck was the type to wear tight black jeans paired with an eccentric, ill-fitting jumper and a pair of beaten up doc martens, yet he wore it so well.

 You weren’t exactly friends, but you had a sort of routine. You confided in eachother more often than you liked to admit, but only inside the safe environment of his workplace, you didn’t really speak at any other time. Every Thursday, without fail, you would stop by to order a latte from the lonely coffee shop that he worked at. You were studying fine art, which meant you had to spend a lot of time at the university, whether it was using the studios for various workshops, or losing yourself in copious amounts of books in the library in order to help you write extended essay after extended essay. With that said, it was usually between 7 and 8pm when you stopped by to order your coffee on your way home, hence Donghyucks concern.

 “The usual?” he spoke up after a moment of tranquility.

 “Mmm, please,” you hummed in response as you fiddled with the slippery metal of the rings on your fingers while you waited for the coffee you had been looking forward to for several hours prior. You took out your money and left the correct amount by the till and then proceeded to make your way quietly over to your usual round table before flopping down languidly, the table was situated by the window, allowing you to watch the world outside go by peacefully as you tapped your nails along the surface of your phone screen restlessly.

 The coffee shop was warm and cozy, the smell of coffee beans welcoming anyone into the glowing space. Your weekly visits were something that you looked forward to now, although you did sometimes make an appearance at other times, Saturdays, for example. Occasionally you popped in for a cup of tea in the morning and engaged in polite conversation with Taeyong, the owner of the place. Taeyong was delightful, in a different way to Donghyuck, though. He was sharper and had a witty sense of humour to match the bubblegum shade of his hair. He was kind and wise beyond his years and so much more – but you didn’t have the same unspoken understanding with him that you had with Hyuck. Perhaps that’s why you looked forward to Thursdays, Donghyuck understood you without even trying, as did you with him.

 Donghyuck slid the disposable cup onto the table in front of you, snapping you out of your daze.

 “Thanks,” you smiled up at him before you realised that he was, in fact, now sitting opposite you at the table, with a coffee of his own in hand.

 “What’s on your mind, princess?” he asked you with a cheeky smile as he leaned back into the chair before sipping a little of his coffee. You chuckled at the nickname and hummed as you thought of how to reply.

 “I’m just exhausted, Hyuck,” you said as you let your head flop softly onto the rough wooden surface of the table before closing your eyes gently.

“Uni deadlines are exasperating; my parents are driving me mad and I just really need to sleep” you breathed out drowsily as you peered up at the boy through half closed eyes.

 “Yeah, I feel the same. Uni has me really stressed too,” he cupped his steaming coffee with both hands and leaned across the table, “what’s up with your parents, though?” he squinted at you, genuine curiosity adorning his friendly face.

 “Just the usual, you know,” you sighed after taking a long gulp of coffee, not feeling up to explaining everything to him at 11pm on a Thursday. Donghyuck vaguely knew about your relationship with your parents, if you could even call it that, although you liked to avoid bringing your friends into that side of your life; you weren’t proud of it.

 “Care to elaborate, princess?“ Your reply was soon cut off by the sound of the front door opening suddenly and the fierceness of the storm outside immediately filled the peaceful room, the sound of the ‘open’ sign hitting against the wall alerting you to the fact that you were no longer alone in the coffee shop.

 You looked up in surprise and proceeded to try to fix your composure at the realization that the person who had entered the premises was none other than Donghyucks best friend; Mark Lee. The two were polar opposites. While Donghyuck was late nights by a crackling fire and cups of steaming hot chocolate, lazy afternoons spent surrounded by blankets and makeshift pillow-forts and summer evenings spent reading during the golden hour. Mark Lee was everything that Donghyucks general aura protested against – he was burning hot embers and cigarettes, sunrises and motorbikes screeching along empty streets at 4am. Mark Lee was cold yet hotheaded and harsh and a lot to take in. You had only seen him from a distance, picking Donghyuck up from the university on the back of his bike. The two were so different but they were the best of friends and it baffled you.  

 “Hyuck, what the fuck is taking you so long? Let’s go-,” he voiced as he ran his hand through his damp hair and shook his head a little, completely ignoring your presence. He was clearly irked about something, his eyes were dark, black almost, and he was clutching his bike helmet under his arm tightly. Hyuck looked across the room to the vintage clock which was perched just above the coffee machine behind the counter, before muttering a profanity to himself and looking up at you with apologetic eyes.

 “Shit sorry y/n, I completely forgot, I was meant to close up 10 minutes ago,” it was nearing 11:15pm now.

 “Oh yeah, it’s fine, I should probably get back home anyways” you offered in acceptance before tearing your eyes away from the two boys in front of you to look out of the window at the storm you would have to brave once more. Mark cleared his throat as he made eye contact with you for the first time,

 “are you two done now or…?”

 Mark opened the door, a subtle hint that he was leaving and that Donghyuck should hurry up if he wanted to accompany him to wherever the two were off to at this hour. You scoffed as you took in his appearance, his damp, jet black hair was falling into his eyes in soft curls, his tanned skin was wet, and the neon yellow hoodie he wore under his signature leather jacket had darkened by at least two shades from the rain, as had the black skinny jeans which were tightly clinging to his legs.

 “Will you be okay to get home?” Hyuck asked you as he turned off the coffee machine and motioned towards the door with a light tilt of his head. You nodded and replied with a “yeah” as you swiftly picked up your takeaway coffee cup and headed out the door which mark hadn’t managed to hold open for you. Hyuck followed you out after turning the lights off and grabbing his own helmet, locking the doors behind you. You nodded towards Donghyuck, turning away from the boys you clutched your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep warm as you walked in the direction of your shared apartment.

 “See you, y/n.”

 You turned your head and waved in return at Donghyuck who was smiling at you as he put his jet-black helmet on whilst he leaned on the back of Marks motorcycle. Mark offered you a smirk as he took a long drag from his cigarette before dropping it to the floor and putting out the glowing stick with a swift movement of his foot, his tattered black converse catching your eye. You continued forward in the torrential rain and not a minute later you could hear the revving of the engine as Mark and Donghyuck pulled away and sped past you, Mark deliberately not avoiding the growing pool of floodwater on the street next to you, splashing dirty water at you in the process. “Fucking fantastic,” you groaned in exasperation.

 -

 It was the following Tuesday when you next saw Donghyuck with his best friend in tow. You were packing up your things after a long day in the library, sneezing and sniffling every so often; you had managed to catch a rather bad cold after walking home in the pouring rain last Thursday. You had just turned around after placing your last book in your beaten-up bag when you heard Donghyucks contagious laughter coming from your left, he and Mark were walking towards you and away from a small group of three boys you often saw Hyuck hanging around with between classes, you weren’t sure of their names. Mark was once again holding on tightly to his helmet as he mumbled something to the velvety boy beside him and ran his other hand through his disheveled hair.

 You fished your phone out of your pocket and turned it off airplane mode before stuffing it back into your pocket and looking up, just in time to hear your name being spoken from a few feet away.

 “Hey! y/n!”, Donghyuck exclaimed, looking surprised to see you, “you got home okay then? On Thursday?” he queried, stopping before you, causing Mark to roll his eyes at his friends genuine concern.

 “Yeah thanks, Hyuck. What are you guys doing here?” you chuckled in reply, it wasn’t unusual for you to greet him in the library as you both spent a fair bit of time there, Marks appearance, however, was a little less common.

 He was obviously there to pick Donghyuck up, probably just to take him home or to a party or something; what was unusual was that he didn’t usually come inside. If you ever saw him at the university, he would be leaning against the outside wall, by the doors, often holding a cigarette in one hand and his phone in the other. He was a couple of years older than you, only a year older than Donghyuck, and although you knew that he had graduated from the same institution that you attended, you didn’t know what his major was, not that you particularly cared. Your train of thought was interrupted by Donghyucks reply,

 “Oh, Mark just needed to talk to Jaemin about something,” he gestured towards his friend, who was clearly already bored with your conversation.

 Just as you were about to speak, your phone started ringing. You took a deep breath once you saw the caller ID, before picking it up and holding it to your ear.

 “Dad?” you breathed out, his timing could not have been worse. You had a complicated relationship with your parents; your father was controlling to say the least, and it frustrated you to no end.

 “So, you finally decided to pick up the phone then?”, he greeted you harshly. “I’m sorry, I’m in the library, my phone was off,” you offered him an apology, hoping it would suffice. You looked down at your shoes and wrapped your free hand around your waist, turning away from the two boys who were waiting patiently before you, hoping to gain some privacy for what would most likely not be an enjoyable conversation with your father.

 “You’re always sorry, it’s not good enough y/n,” he complained, “anyway, I called because I need to ask a favour from you.” He only ever called you when he needed something, and he certainly wasn’t one for pleasantries, he always found a way to try and make you feel bad about yourself – although you’d grown a sort of immunity to it now that you knew what he was trying to do. You remained silent, signaling for him to go on, “your mother and I are hosting a dinner party tonight” you place your hand on the back of the chair in front of you, “and we expect you to attend, can you be at the hotel for 7pm?”

 Your grip on the chair tightened to the point that your knuckles were beginning to turn white, you looked at your watch and groaned softly so that he wouldn’t hear, it was already 6:47pm. “Dad I don’t think-“ you started, knowing perfectly well that you wouldn’t be there on time – it was nearly a 40 minute walk to your parents’ hotel from the library.

 “Great! See you then, don’t be late!” he cut you off, not allowing you the time to tell him that you wouldn’t make it for 7 before he ended the call. “Jesus Christ,” you exclaimed as you let your iron grip on the chair go, moving the same hand to push your hair out of your face.

 “Is everything okay?” you turned around to see Donghyuck and Mark both staring at you in confusion.

 Your parents frustrated you a lot. They could never be bothered to make time for you but the second they had the opportunity to use you to their advantage, they would milk it. Your father loved to patronize you and put you down while your mother loved to brag about all the wonderful things you were supposedly doing, she loved to make you sound like their perfect child, when really, they were nothing but disappointed in you. They were disappointed in your art major and disappointed that you chose not to intern at your fathers’ company – you wanted as little to do with his illegal activities as possible - so disappointed that they actually felt the need to lie about practically everything you did.

 “Oh, yeah I just-,” you paused, trying to clear your head and come up with a way of fixing the mess you were about to get into, “sorry but I have to go, I have to be somewhere in like 10 minutes and it’s a 40 minute walk so-,” you rushed out, panicking as you grabbed your bag, flung it over your shoulder and proceeded to walk quickly down the hall towards the staircase. You didn’t make it very far however, as Donghyuck managed to grab your wrist and turn you around.

 “Hey, wait!” he exhaled deeply, “do you need a lift? Mark can give you a lift, right?” he suggested, turning to his friend in question.

 Mark looked as horrified as you felt at the thought of being perched on the back of his bike, “yeah, not happening,” he exclaimed, “she doesn’t even have a helmet or anything-” Donghyuck cut him off by thrusting his own helmet into your arms unceremoniously “now she does!” he retorted cheekily, throwing a smug smile in Marks direction.

 “No, Hyuck really-” you started, the idea of being in such close proximity to the stranger not sitting right in your stomach.

 “Donghyuck, what the fuck?” Mark exclaimed in obvious annoyance at the lively boy who had seemingly already made the decision for you both as he sauntered off down the hall, leaving you alone with his best friend.

 -

 Mark didn’t speak to you as you made your way down the stairs side by side. You felt your heartbeat speed up as you walked through the automatic doors and saw the back of his motorcycle come into view. The model was sleek and rather elegant, the matte black of the main body suited Marks nefarious persona perfectly and the egg-yolk yellow accents made it all the more beautifully daunting.

 “Ever ridden a bike before?” Mark exhaled at you, already knowing the answer to his foolish question.

 You shook your head, “I haven’t. But you already knew that”.

 Mark nodded his head in response before putting his helmet on and climbing onto the bike in front of you. You mirrored his actions and secured Donghyucks helmet into place with shaky hands; the jet-black helmet was a little big for you, but you managed to fight against the strap until it was tight enough that you felt somewhat protected. You shuffled into the small space behind Mark and had barely just lifted your feet off the ground when he revved the engine and kicked off, sending you surging forward into his firm back in order to not fall off.

 Mark snickered at your immediate reaction, “you might want to hold on, sweetheart,” he told you in amusement as he turned his head towards you slightly. “I’m gonna need directions,” he announced as he turned back to the road and pulled out of the university car park, the sudden acceleration encouraging you to grab onto his shoulders firmly in an attempt to balance yourself.

 “Yeah, okay. Continue down here for a bit and then take a left just before the gym.” You instructed as you assessed the road before you.

 “Alright,” he responded casually, veering off to the right to overtake a car, causing you to stiffen even more.

 Sitting on the back of Marks bike was rather unnerving, but it was also thrilling and rather freeing. You could feel the wind in your hair and you were able to let yourself go a little. You closed your eyes for a moment and embraced the carelessness you felt bubbling up in your stomach; if your parents ever found out that you’d been on the back of a boys motorbike they would be livid, but in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You leant forward and informed Mark about the next turn he needed to make, to which he responded with an okay and as if sensing your sudden carefree nature, he applied a sudden pump of pressure on the gas and sped up even more. He was trying to scare you, to irritate you, and it was working. The wind in your hair suddenly felt too cold, too loud, and the traffic surrounding you too fast.

 “Mark,” you warned him as you moved your hands from his shoulders to wrap them tightly around his waist. “Hey, slow down!” you shouted in his ear once you realised that he wasn’t letting up.

 “Relax, baby. You’re alright,” he chuckled over his shoulder, sounding completely unbothered.

 You tightened your grip around him and closed your eyes as you tried to calm down, no longer finding the experience enjoyable. You could feel the soft flesh of his toned stomach through his shirt; the vibrations of Marks laughter as he felt your grip tighten and your forehead press softly into his shoulder. He was warm and deadly and you could feel your hot blood rushing through your veins. You breathed him in slowly; his aroma was cigarette smoke and peppermint; his shirt stained with the faint scent of his cologne and cinnamon. You hated to admit it, but Mark Lee smelled heavenly despite being the embodiment of Hades himself, and it was intoxicating.

 “Sweetheart, you need to look so you can direct me,” he said blatantly, you opened your eyes briefly before closing them again with a shake of your head.

“Take the next right and then pull up on the left just before the hotel,” you breathed out.

 Mark was soon slowing to a halt and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding in. “Thank fuck that’s over” you exclaimed before releasing your grip around the devilish boy in front of you, feeling slightly embarrassed that you’d been holding him so tightly. You swiftly removed your helmet and thrust it into Marks arms with a mumbled thank you before turning on your heel and heading towards the front door of the building. You faintly heard Mark calling your name, but you weren’t really listening as when you reached the door you felt your stomach drop, your dad was waiting for you and he was furious.

 Ten minutes later, you were seated next to your mother and opposite to your father, you were trying to settle the growing pit of nerves in your stomach as you knew you would be confronted by your dad soon enough. Around an hour into the meal, one of your parents’ guests decided to ask your mum about how you were getting on at uni, they were trying to make polite conversation, although your mothers response irked you rather.

 “She’s doing great! She’s loving her classes, aren’t you honey?” she directed at you with a knowing look in her eye. You simply nodded and replied a polite “yes, it’s great.”

 The same guest then went on to ask what it was you were studying, to which your parents simultaneously responded with ‘law’, as if rehearsed, which it most likely was. You knew your parents had never been happy with your decision to study fine art, and you couldn’t say you were surprised to hear that they were lying about your major, but it pissed you off, nevertheless. You clenched a fist underneath the table as they continued to brag about how well you were supposedly doing at law school. The evening continued like that for the next hour; your parents telling their ‘business partners’ about all the achievements you had made and how proud of you they were. Your family was built on a mound of lies.

 You knew that they were careful about what they told you about their business, but you were alert enough to be aware of the fact that the deals they made were not what might be expected of a typical hotel chain. They lied in front of you to try and cover the illegal activity that was going on, and while you weren’t entirely sure what that involved, you had an idea.

 Your parents walked with you to the entrance of the hotel when the dreadful dinner party was over, and you braced yourself for what you knew was coming.

 “You’ll never guess how our y/n arrived here earlier, love.” Your dad gestured to you while speaking to your mum.

 You looked down at your feet and fiddled with the hem of your jumper in anticipation. Your dad was business suits and stainless steel while your mother was sterile surfaces and fake smiles and you hated it, you hated them and the stupid lifestyle they had dragged you into. Nothing about it was real, nothing about it was fair.

 “She arrived on the back of a boy’s motorcycle,” he informed her with disgust evident in the tone of his voice, his facial expression unsettlingly straight. Your mother gasped in horror and you had to hold back from rolling your eyes at her dramatic reaction. “y/n what the hell were you thinking?” she asked you with a raised voice, anger evident.

 “I needed a ride, it’s a forty-minute walk otherwise!” you responded honestly. You weren’t going to let them manipulate you into apologizing to them.

 “Imagine what the guests would have thought if they’d seen you arrive in such a bedraggled way!” she screeched at you, to which you just responded with a shrug; not having the energy to argue with her.

 “You will reply when your mother addresses you, y/n.” Your father seethed through his teeth at you, anger taking over his stout features. You turned away from them in an attempt at getting away from their suffocating presence, talking back to them was not going to get you anywhere. But before you could walk through the now half open door, he grabbed onto your wrist harshly, “if you pull another stunt like this, there will be consequences, y/n, and stay away from that boy, he’s bad news.” He spat the coarse words into your left ear no louder than a whisper.

 You could feel your eyes beginning to water a little, “don’t touch me.” You breathed bitterly before yanking your wrist out of his forceful grip and slamming the glass door behind you.

 You finally let yourself go once you were outside, the tears flowing freely and silently down your cheeks. You were tired, exhausted even, of trying to mask how much their actions hurt you. Nobody at your university had a clue, not your roommate, Lisa, none of your art class acquaintances, not even Donghyuck, who you often found yourself confiding in when things got a bit too much and you found yourself on the verge of a breakdown.

 You were looking forward to getting home, your apartment was cozy and warm and just what you needed after dealing with your exasperating family. Your parents had bought you a 2 bed flat on the top floor of a crumbling apartment building, which you had the pleasure of choosing. After being brought up in a mansion-like house that didn’t even look lived in, you opted for something small and homely so that you weren’t rattling around in it. Two weeks after moving in, it still felt a little empty to you and so you advertised for a roommate – that was when Lisa came into your life. The two of you had your differences but you loved each other, you supposed she was probably your best friend, not that you were one to give people titles. Lisa was away on a two-week trip to Florence with a few of the people from her major, meaning you had the place to yourself; you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not.

 “Dinner party went well then?”

 You turned around and were met with the sight of Mark leaning against the wall next to the door of the hotel, he was somewhat hidden from view, his dark clothes melting in to the ebony of the sky. He held a cigarette between his lips and a lighter in his left hand, he took a long, slow drag before plucking it from his lips with his free hand and blowing the smoke in your direction.

 You stifled a cough and rolled your eyes at his actions before continuing in the direction of your apartment, “why are you still here, Mark?” you asked him as you lifted a hand to wipe the tears away from your rosy cheeks, curious as to why he’d hung around for you.

“I thought you’d want a ride home,” he shrugged as he caught up with you, lifting the cigarette again and this time leaving it hanging from his pink lips, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

 “The last thing I need is for my parents to see me on the back of your fucking bike, again.”

 Mark chuckled dryly in response, “did your dad give you a hard time?” he cooed, clearly finding your upset state funny. When you didn’t show any signs of amusement, his cheeky smile turned into something more sincere.

 “I heard what they said to you, you know,” he gave you a pitiful look, “I’m sorry that they treat you like that.”

 You raised your eyebrows and bit back a laugh, “cut the crap, Mark.” He looked a little taken-aback by your curt response, giving you a questioning look as he slowed to a stop beside you. “Don’t act like you suddenly care,” you sighed at his obliviousness, turning to face him.

 Mark Lee was not known for his kindness, caring nature. He was known for being cold and troublesome, he was like a snake; constantly shedding his skin and becoming a different version of himself. One minute he was dangerous and sinful and all things devilish and red, yet the next, he was soft like the feathery wings of an angel with kind eyes; and it was impossible to tell which version of himself he would present to you each time you met.

 You looked at him, really looked at him and took in his appearance. His soft dark hair was falling in his eyes with a slight parting in the middle, his sun-kissed skin rich and deep under the soft, golden light of the street lights you were bathing in. Your gaze fell to his cherry-stained lips and to the glowing stick he held between them, soft clouds of smoke occasionally leaving his lips as he exhaled. The heartbreaking truth was that Mark was attractive, you found him attractive and you didn’t know how to stop the way your breath hitched when you looked into his dark eyes. He was looking at you, observing you in the same way you had been observing him, and it was unnerving. His eyes flitted between your own and your lips briefly before he pulled his gaze away from you and towards the now-familiar motorbike which was sat just a few feet away from where you were stood.

 “Come on, let me take you home.”

 You didn’t talk to Mark as he drove you home aside from directing him to your apartment, it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, though. You were exhausted, and you found yourself feeling a little numb as you clutched Marks waist tightly and pressed a cheek into his back as you closed your eyes. You couldn’t find the energy to think about your father seeing you on the back of Marks bike. If he saw you, then so be it. You were utterly sick to your stomach of the way they pried and warped you into what they thought was the perfect child, the child that their fellow businessmen and women would want to hear about. They objectified you and they underestimated you and it royally pissed you off.

 You found yourself almost enjoying the feeling of betraying them, perhaps you’d take it up as a hobby. Perhaps you’d befriend Mark just to get under their skin, you’d undoubtedly relish in that feeling if you were a little more like the boy who you currently had wrapped in your tight embrace. But you weren’t like that, you were good and caring and you had so much love to give yet nobody to give it to. You couldn’t intentionally play someone like that, it wasn’t within your capability, nor was it your true desire. You didn’t want to use Mark, no matter how perfect it would be or how much it would irritate your parents. So, you pushed your delirious thoughts aside and tightened your hold on Mark as if to thank him for not asking too many questions or rubbing in your ill-fated situation. In response you felt a tight squeeze on your left thigh as he reached back to comfort you subtly, and that was all that was needed for you to begin to feel a little better.

 Mark pulled up outside your apartment building after what felt like forever. You heaved your heavy body off the padded seat behind him, your worn shoes scuffing against the edge of the pavement as you did so, causing you to stumble forward briefly before a strong hand gripped at your waist and pulled you back. You turned around at the sudden feeling of Marks arm wrapping around you, only to notice that you were standing a lot closer to the raven-haired boy than you’d anticipated. He had leaned off his bike a little in order to reach you and you now found yourself brushing up against his jean clad thigh.

 “Easy there, princess,” you could feel his hot breath on your cotton-candy stained cheeks and you struggled to appropriately place your gaze. You’d never been this close to him, face to face anyway, and you found it unsurprisingly intimidating. You observed and noticed his perfectly placed eyebrow piercing, the two silver balls gleaming even in the dark of the night. Marks eyes were deep and dark, black almost, a heavenly contrast to his honey-stained skin. They were half lidded and verging on sultry as he blinked and brought his eyes to meet with yours, his tongue briefly darting out to wet his lips before he gently brought the hand which wasn’t wrapped around your waist up to eye level. He hesitated briefly before he lifted his hand and started to unfasten the strap on the helmet you had borrowed from Donghyuck, “here, let me get that-”.

 Your breath caught in your throat as his hand brushed against your soft skin, the rough texture of his calloused hands contradicting your own smooth, milky complexion. You looked into his eyes as they were concentrated on removing the heavy helmet; he looked so innocent like this, so pure and refined. It was almost like the fire inside him had been dampened momentarily and the ice around his heart was beginning to melt, of course that wouldn’t last. You knew that the next time you saw him, it would be like this hadn’t happened. He would go back to smirking at you or blanking you entirely. It would have been a moment of utter serenity if it weren’t for your caged heart beating at ninety to the dozen inside your chest. You were nervous. Mark made you nervous.

 Once he’d lifted the helmet off, he realised he was still holding you and quickly moved his hand from your waist to rub the back of his neck, you became suddenly all too aware of your close proximity and took a small step back, clearing your throat and crossing your arms in the process. He roughly planted said helmet into your arms with an “I’ll see you around” before he kicked off and left you standing by the side of the road, looking a little flustered.

 Needless to say, the second your head hit your pillow that night, you were out like a light.

 -

 You entered the coffee shop two days later, Thursday, at your normal time of 7:15pm. Only this time you had more of a purpose; you, of course, were looking forward to your latte, but you had also brought Donghyucks helmet since Mark had left it with you.

 “Donghyuck!” you greeted the familiar face as you made your way towards his position behind the counter. “Here” you lifted the heavy black helmet onto the counter for him to take. He thanked you as he took it from you and went to put it in the back room.

You took the chance to look around the room, noticing a few familiar faces, mostly students huddled over their laptops or buried in a pile of dog-eared books. You spotted your usual round table and smiled at the site of the empty chair sat by it. You would soon be just like most of the other customers in the coffee shop, head down and engulfed in a heap of Gustav Klimt books, your chosen artist for this semester.

 “Hey, have you seen Mark around?” you were brought out of your thoughts by the return of the radiant boy in front of you, who was now busying himself with making your coffee.

 “Not since Tuesday, why?”

 “I haven’t seen him since then either, he normally drops me off for my shift today, but he didn’t show,” he replied sounding a little concerned for his troublesome friend. “I’m sure it’s nothing,” you hummed in response.

 You thanked Donghyuck with a warm smile as you paid him for your coffee before taking it over to your table and getting your notebook and a couple of books out of your scruffy bag. The next hour went by relatively quickly, you alternated between writing notes and actually annotating the books in front of you; you had a bad habit of defacing books. Whether it was folding pages or actually drawing on the pristine pages, you enjoyed making them look used and a little haggard.

 You had been so engrossed in your work that you hadn’t noticed Mark’s brief appearance in the cozy coffee shop, he was only present for about 30 seconds before Donghyuck excused himself and stepped outside to talk to his friend. You had your head down when you left through the heavy doors, you weren’t listening as they hushed their conversation at the sight of you, and you didn’t notice when Mark, who was sporting a bruised cheek and a bloody lip, cast his gaze over to you from behind his friends’ shoulder.

 You were living in your head as you walked home that evening, thinking up your future, where you wanted to live, and what you wanted to be doing. You’d just decided that you liked the idea of settling in Paris or somewhere similar when you felt the first sign of rain hit your cheek. You cursed to yourself as you pulled your hood up over your head in an attempt to shelter yourself from the inevitable downpour. You were never prepared when it rained, you usually just wore a hoodie and jeans to uni and you had never got into the habit of carrying a jacket or an umbrella around, you should probably change that, though; it rained a lot in your city.

 Not even two minutes after the rain started, you heard the screeching of tires on the wet road as a familiar looking bike skidded to a stop alongside where you were walking.

 “y/n get on!” Mark yelled over the deafening downpour surrounding you, taking his helmet off as you jogged over to him.

 You weren’t sure why you decided to listen to him, especially after he tried to scare you the last time. Perhaps it was because you knew you’d be home in a fraction of the time if he took you, walking would be at least another twenty minutes. Or maybe part of you actually liked the idea; somewhere deep down in the burning embers of your soul, you quite enjoyed the cryptic boys’ presence. He was everything you had stayed away from up until now, and although you would never admit it aloud, you found yourself reveling in the risk of it all.

 You tried to refuse his helmet, saying that he needed it more, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. “Just put the damn thing on,” he argued, only moving off once you were sat behind him with his helmet sat snugly on your head.

 Your arms curled around him in the same way you had recently become accustomed to. He was soaked through to the bone and cold, so cold, it seemed Mark wasn’t one for dressing according to the weather either. While you were at least wearing a hoodie, he was only wearing a t-shirt, a white one at that. His muscular back suddenly became painstakingly obvious through his soaked shirt and you tried to focus on the road ahead as you rested your chin on his left shoulder.

 Not even 10 minutes later, you had arrived at your apartment building.

 You jumped off the bike as soon as it had stopped moving, keen to get inside and rid yourself of your drenched clothes as soon as possible; a hot shower sounded absolutely wonderful right now. You expressed your thanks and looked up at Mark to return his helmet to him once you’d wrestled to get your wet hair untangled from the strap, only to see that he had his head hung low and turned away from you.

 “Hey, Mark?” he hummed in response, seeming somewhat distracted. “You good?”

 “Huh? Yeah, I should really go-”

 “Why won’t you look at me?” you hesitantly reach across and hear a sharp intake of breath from him when you grip at his jaw, turning his head to face you for the first time that night. Your breathing faltered at the sight of his black and blue cheekbone and your eyes scanned the rest of his face to discover that his lip was also rather swollen and coated with dry blood.

 “Mark…” you whispered as you ghosted your hand over the tender skin, blinking down at him as his hand gripped at your wrist.

 “It’s fine, y/n,” he gritted his teeth, still not looking up at you.

 “Who did this to you?” you thumbed at his puffy lip gently, the question more rhetorical than anything else.  

 You had never seen the boy before you look so worn out. In fact, you weren’t sure if you had ever witnessed someone being hurt like this before. You blinked twice and moved your hand away from him in order to brush your own disheveled hair out of your eyelashes as you realised that the rain was only becoming heavier.

 “Come inside,” you said unexpectedly, surprising both yourself and the bloodied boy sat before you. You tugged at his sleeve, “just let me help you, as a thank you of sorts”.

 “I really shouldn’t, I-,” you didn’t let him finish, you instead found yourself dragging him away from his beloved black and yellow bike and into shelter.

 He followed you up the stairs until you were on the top floor, you had your key in one hand and his bike helmet in the other. He didn’t speak as you walked up the five flights of stairs, the only sounds were your sopping wet shoes squelching each time you took a step and the shaky breathing coming from the pair of you.

 You stepped into your small apartment with Mark in tow, switching on the lights as soon as you were in the door. You placed your stuff down alongside Marks helmet on the long wooden coffee table in your little living room before disappearing into Lisa’s room to find something for Mark to change out of his wet clothes into. When you walked back into the living room, he was still standing there, hands clasped together and rocking back and forth on his toes lightly.

 “Here, I think this stuff should fit you.”

 Lisa sometimes had boys over, usually they were just one-off flings but sometimes they’d come often enough that she had managed to accumulate a growing pile of their clothes. You’d found a pair of loose black shorts and a large light-grey hoodie that looked around Marks size.

 You directed him to the bathroom so he could change, before turning to your own room and stripping off your drenched clothes, changing into a pair of sweats and a loose fitting shirt as quickly as you could. You grabbed some wet cotton wool and a bag of frozen peas to help take down the swelling, you didn’t have a first aid kit in your apartment, so this would have to suffice. You found Mark sitting on your sofa when you returned, his head leaning on one of his hands whilst he texted someone on his phone with the other. He heard your fluffy sock-clad feed padding against the hard wood floor as you neared him, looking up and instantly turning his phone off and placing it next to him once he realised you had reappeared.

 You knelt down in front of him, placing the frozen bag on the floor beside you and turning your attention to the injured boy.

 “Stay still,” you could feel Marks eyes following your every move. You dabbed at his wounded lip, trying to help take the edge off the sting he must be feeling. You steadied yourself by placing your free hand on his shoulder, causing him to turn his attention to you rather than whatever he found so interesting behind you.

 “Where’d you get the clothes from?” he gestured to the hoodie he was now wearing.

 “Oh, they’re from Lisa’s- my roommate’s ex, I think,” he nodded at your reply.

 “Don’t move,” you whispered as you held his head still and wiped away the remainder of the blood. “It’s not like they’d be from my ex, given that I don’t have one. Or a current boyfriend, for that matter.” Your weak attempt at a joke fell flat as you suddenly realised the implications of what you had just said. Your eyes grew wide, “that was stupid, I don’t know why I said that. I just-”

 Your ramblings were cut short when Mark gripped your arm and took the bloody cotton wool from your hand, dropping it to the floor while keeping his half-lidded gaze on you. He moved your hand to hover just above his heart, resting it there. You kept your eyes on his hand as it covered yours, not daring to look up at him for fear that you may crumble. You felt like putty in his hands and all he was doing was touching your hand. Your face flushed as your hands began to tremble subtly.

 “Do you feel that?” you did. You could feel his heart beating rapidly, just as yours was. “Baby?”

 You dragged your eyes up to meet his and nodded delicately as you let yourself tug at his hoodie a bit, trying to cease the nerves rising up from the pit of your stomach to the very tips of your fingers. Mark lowered his head until his forehead was brushing against yours from his elevated position on the sofa. You could smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke coming from his lips, which were now barely three inches from yours.

“What are you-,” he rubbed his nose against yours and murmured a barely-there “shh,” as his eyes fluttered shut.

 Mark pressed a kiss to the corner of your lips and moved his soft grip from your hand to angle your face up towards him, bringing his other hand up to cup your jaw before moving to plant a slow peck on your plump lips. “y/n?” you hummed when he pulled back a couple of inches, keeping your eyes closed. You didn’t want him to stop and you hated yourself for it. You tugged at his hoodie again, hoping he would understand your signal for him to continue. You didn’t have confidence in words, opting to not say anything and instead moving your left hand up further to reach the nape of his neck, pulling him into you.

 The feeling of having another’s lips pressed against yours was unfamiliar and yet, strangely addictive. Your breathing was getting heavier in sync with his as he left long, drawn out kisses on your lips, alternating between your bottom lip and your top. You found the angle was getting a little awkward and so, with the help of Mark, you sat up on your knees, only staying like that for a moment before you found yourself situated on his lap with your legs on either side of him.

He barely paused for breath before capturing your lips again, this time prodding at your entrance with his slick tongue. The sensation was effortless with him, your lips slotting together over and over again with such ease and precision. His tongue massaged against yours as he relocated his calloused hands to rest around your waist, squeezing the soft flesh as your shirt rode up slightly.

 You let out a soft whimper as his cold hands touched your hot skin and you threaded your fingers through the damp locks of hair at the back of his head, your other hand clenching and unclenching, taking fistfuls of his hoodie as you tried to make the feelings in your chest evaporate. The air was hot and sticky, and you gasped into each-others open mouths, you couldn’t get enough of him.

 Kissing Mark Lee made you feel more alive than you had ever thought possible, it was both heavenly and sinful, and he took all your breath away as if it was nothing. He tasted sweet and smoky and he was enthralling for he was the devils incarnate, yet the most celestial being you had ever laid eyes on. You hated him, you wanted to hate him. But he was radiant and god-like and you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away, for Mark Lee was magnetic and you will forever be drawn to his sacrilegious self.

 You were panting and breathless as you took his lower lip between your teeth and looked into his amorous eyes, but he winced, and you found yourself pulling away from his swollen lips as a coppery taste lathered your tongue. You were flush against him; your immediate proximity making you blush, given the circumstances. “Sorry, I forgot- about your lip I mean,” you stammered out, feeling rather flustered.

 “I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” Mark leant forward to press his lips to yours again messily as he dragged his hands along your thighs, he couldn’t seem to sit still.

 “Mark,” you tried to pull away again, you knew he was using this situation as a distraction. He hummed as he ran one hand up your side until he was cupping your jaw, trailing his wet lips down the side of your neck. “Mark, stop.” You said firmly just as he nipped softly at the flesh under your ear, pushing him tenderly by his shoulders until he was far enough that you could look at him properly.

 “Did I do something?”, his panicked eyes searched your own for an answer.

 You sighed, “no,” as you slid off his lap and made yourself comfortable on the sofa next to him. “I just- why?”

 “Why what, baby?”

 “What did you do to deserve this?” you asked him tenderly as you crossed your legs and turned to face him, tracing your fingers from his harsh eyebrow piercing to the soft skin of his cheekbone. Under the soft light of the lamps in your living room his bruises were faint and indistinct, but they were still there. The black and blue painted on his skin somehow looked pretty, it was a deep contrast to his normal warm tone, but it didn’t exactly look bad – just sore.

 “Can we not talk about this, please?” he groaned as he dropped his head into his hands.

 “Just tell me what happened!” You argued, your voice raised a little in exasperation. You didn’t understand why he was so reluctant to talk to you about it. Everyone knew about Marks reputation, he was known for sporting the odd black eye and not holding his tongue when he should. But as you were sat next to him, you realised that you didn’t actually know why.

 “I can’t-“

 “You can, please-”

 “No, you’re staying out of this y/n,” Marks voice was deep and hoarse as he spoke loudly to you, letting you know that his decision was final.

 “Why won’t you talk to me? Doesn’t this mean anything to you?” you breathed out, as you covered your face with your hands in frustration, letting your elbows rest on your knees, you looked up at the boy before you. “Is this an act of pity or something? Did you only come in because you felt sorry for me?”

 “What? No I-,” his phone ringing cut him off before he could speak further. Mark cursed once he saw who was calling him, “I’m sorry, I have to go, I’ll see you around.” He grabbed his stuff from the table before rushing out the door to answer the phone, leaving you alone and bathing in the now strangely silent room to process everything that had just happened.

 -

  “So, tell me about Florence!”

 Lisa was finally home from her time in Italy, and she’d somehow managed to persuade you that catching up over a drink or two was a good idea. You’d never been the type to drink to get drunk, not that you hadn’t been drunk; it just didn’t happen very often. You were more of a coffee lover, that’s where you and Lisa were different. While you would spend your free time slaving over a book with a steaming mug of coffee, she would spend hers sharing secrets with strangers over a bottle of beer.  You supposed your dynamic wasn’t so different to Donghyuck and Mark, like earth versus fire, air versus water; you were somewhat dependent on eachother, the perfect contradiction.

 “It was incredible, the architecture was phenomenal, as was the art and gosh you would’ve loved the culture!” She gushed excitedly after taking a long gulp of her fruity cocktail.

 If you didn’t know her personally, you might have been jealous of Lisa. Upfront, she seemed unmistakably perfect, her hair was thick and shiny, her skin was clear, and she flourished in social settings. But you did know her, well enough to know that her happy exterior wasn’t always genuine and that she too found life to be rather stressful at times, she was just better at relieving that stress than you were; hence her tendency to party and pick up boys every now and then.

 The two of you talked back and forth about her time in Florence and your time without her, although you failed to mention anything involving Mark, the last thing you needed was Lisa breathing down your neck about something that you weren’t entirely sure about yourself. She raved about the museums and galleries she’d visited and made sure to recite each and every individual piece of art that she’d enjoyed; yes, you were jealous. You were jealous of her freedom and you were jealous of her carefree nature, you wished you could be like that. Perhaps if it weren’t for your family, you would be a little more like Lisa. You thought back to a few days prior when you were sitting behind Mark, clinging to him tightly as the two of you rode through the rain; that was the most unburdened you had felt in a long time.

 You were snapped out of your train of thought by Lisa standing up from her seat next to you at the bar, “I’ll be back in a minute,” she signaled to the bathroom before traipsing away from you, leaving you with your thoughts and a half empty glass of vodka and lemonade.  

 As you waited you found yourself casting your gaze around the busy room; the bar seemed to be teeming with students like you, apart from the odd older guy. You spent a lot of your time observing people and their actions, it was almost like a hobby, being a bystander. There were booths filled with youngsters, chanting and laughing and having the time of their lives, there were bar stools filled with friends downing shots and getting plastered, and then there was you. You, who would rather be at home, curled up and watching a movie with a bowl of shitty popcorn. So, when you were approached by a sleazy looking man who seemed to be rather under the influence, you were somewhat bewildered.

 “Two shots for this lovely lady and I!” He hollered to the barman over the blaring music as he gestured roughly towards you. He reeked of alcohol and sweat, a rather nasty combination which could absolutely not be considered attractive.

 “Oh, no I was just leaving-”

 “C’mon, just one drink!” he interrupted you, sending a ratty smile in your direction.

 “No really, I’d rather not” you raised yourself off the tall stool you had been perched on, reaching for your bag as you desperately tried to remove yourself from the situation. This was why you didn’t like going out, you were terrified of exactly what appeared to be happening right now. You felt vulnerable as soon as he appeared next to you, your instincts quickly telling you that the man before you was bad news.

 He grabbed your wrist firmly, making you wince at the abrupt action. “Don’t touch me,” you seethed as you tried to pry away his painful grip on your wrist.

 “You’re a fair handful,” he slurred as he moved closer to you, moving his other hand to clutch around your waist under your shirt, making you feel uneasy. You could feel tears of panic begin to sting at the corner of your eyes as you looked around frantically in exasperation at the fact that nobody seemed to be aware of what was going on. He pressed himself against you and you were struggling to get away from him as you felt him begin to trail his hand to your backside.

 “Get your fucking hands off her,” a familiar voice threatened from beside you, although you couldn’t quite figure out who it belonged to.

 He didn’t comply. You felt sick.

 He was suddenly ripped away from you as a large hand grasped at the neck of his shirt and a swift punch was thrown, and then another two. “I warned you,” your eyes widened at the scene which was playing out before you.

 “Mark, stop!” you shouted as soon as you recognised the dark mop of hair that you were now well-acquainted with. Of course, he didn’t listen to you.

 The drunk man tried to retaliate but was soon rendered defenseless as he took one final hit to the face and staggered backwards with blood dripping down his chin, “sorry man, didn’t realise she was yours,” he laughed as he spat blood onto the floor and disappeared into the crowd.

 You looked away from the man who was swaying away from you and, sure enough, standing before you was Mark Lee in all his grandeur. He was dressed from head to toe in black and his bruised cheek was mostly faded now, barely visible unless you were really looking for it. His knuckles looked red and sore as he splayed his hand out to check for any broken skin.

 Your devilish savior ignored his distasteful comment as he diverted his attention to you, “are you alright?”

 You shook your head, “I just need to get out of here”. You felt claustrophobic, like you couldn’t breathe. And, god, you were itching to shower and scrub off the feeling of that man’s grimy hands on your body.

 You pulled your gaze away from Mark for a second, just long enough to see Lisa walking your way from the bathroom. “Y/n? What’s going on?” she asked as she looked between you and Mark, who was standing so close that you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

 She undoubtedly knew who Mark was, everybody at your university did. He was striking in both appearance and in demeanor, although not always for the right reasons. And so, she would most likely be wondering what someone like him would be doing speaking to someone like you. The two of you were so drastically different; if he was the devil then you were the purest sinner to walk this earth. He was dripping in warning signs, he radiated bad news, yet you found yourself being drawn to him like a moth to a flame, and it would appear that he too found himself unable to shake you from his mind.

 “Nothing, it’s fine.”

 “Why is he here?” she nodded to the boy standing behind you, sending you a look of questioning.

 You heard Mark scoff under his breath as you glanced round to him, trying to think up an excuse to leave the bar that wouldn’t lead to a lengthy conversation with Lisa later.

 “Something came up, I’m sorry. I can’t stay,” you offered her with pleading eyes, praying she would understand your need to leave, even if she didn’t know the reason behind it.

 “Alright, be safe,” she responded with a sigh and a quick hug, and with that, you turned on your heel and walked quickly out the door.

 You could feel Marks presence behind you as you walked along the pavement with your head hung low, your feet dragging and scuffing along the stone as you sifted through the multitude of thoughts that had gathered in your head. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence for a while, you breathed in the cold city air and exhaled heavily through your mouth as you tilted your head to gaze up at the dark sky which was faintly painted with the warm glow of the city lights.

 You could breathe clearly out in the fresh air, the sticky heat of the bar finally cooling on your skin; it wasn’t a particularly nice feeling but it was better than being coated in the sensation of a strangers touch.

 Your phone buzzed, pulling you out of your trance-like state, you reached into your pocket and fished it out, stopping dead in your tracks as you read the message on your lit-up screen.

 [dad]

One of my business associates just saw you leaving a bar with that boy, remember what I told you, y/n.

 You rushed to turn around as you looked back along the long stretch of street in search of someone looking at the two of you, but you saw no one. You were nearing the canal just to the west of the city centre and the street lighting was limited, not giving you the best view of the road you’d just walked down. Mark looked at you in confusion as he lifted his hands to rest on your shoulders and looked into your fiery eyes, “is everything okay?”

 You shook your head and shrugged off his hold on you, already beginning to walk again, more hurriedly this time. “You have to leave, Mark,” you told him firmly as you breathed in shakily.

 “What, why?” he questioned as he crept up beside you, easily matching your determined stride.

 “Please just- it’s for your own safety, I can’t be seen with you,” you told him truthfully, knowing that it sounded a little harsh. Your dad was, however, a powerful man, and you didn’t doubt for a second that he would do whatever he deemed necessary to get what he wanted; and if he wanted you to stop seeing Mark, then he would not hesitate to dispose of him in some way. All for his stupid business and riches. All your parents seemed to care about was their reputation, as long as their names, yours included, were untarnished, the company would keep raking in stacks of money and numerous money-making deals. And they would do whatever they had to, get rid of whoever they had to, in order to keep it that way. They’d been like this for as long as you could remember and there was no part of you that would ever be able to challenge your father’s threats. Because that’s what they were; threats. And he meant every word that he said.

 “Y/n, what the hell are you talking about? If this is about the bar or the other night then I’m sorry I-,” he shut up when you turned to face him once more and gripped both his hands in yours, lacing them together intimately. His brows furrowed as he looked down to your interlaced fingers and then back up to your eyes.

 “Please, Mark.”

 “I don’t understand?”

 You sighed up at the dangerous boy before you, trying to think of an appropriate way of telling him that your father probably wanted to kill him just for being near you. “My dad doesn’t – he doesn’t like you”

 “Your dad? I haven’t ever met him, though?” his face twists as he processes the information, struggling to fathom how your father could possibly have an opinion on someone who he’d never even spoken to before.

 “That doesn’t matter, you don’t exactly-,” you paused and chewed at your bottom lip, tilting your head to look at your feet and lowering your voice to a whisper, “- have the best reputation.”

 He squeezed your intertwined hands comfortingly as he sighed, dragging your hands up to rest around his neck gently before circling his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

 Mark wasn’t particularly proud of his not-so-perfect character, he knew that people talked about him, he knew that he didn’t do himself any favours by consistently sporting some form of bruising or blemish and getting himself into fights. But Mark was soft, too. He had a heart of gold when it mattered; he was like the purest form of oxygen in a smoky room, he never failed to show his good side when his loved ones were in need.

 “I’m not all bad, you know, princess” he chuckled soothingly, his breath tickling against your face.  

 Your fingers played with the soft tufts of hair at the nape of his neck, “I don’t want you to get hurt-,” you started, stopping to think quickly. You weren’t sure where these feelings were coming from. You’d barely known Mark until a couple of weeks ago, the two of you having never payed eachother any great amount of attention before, but Donghyuck had introduced him into your life and now you couldn’t seem to shake him from your mind.

 “-because for some reason, I care about whether you get hurt or not,” you laughed breathlessly, rolling your eyes as you looked up to the sky once more, perhaps searching for the answers to all the questions swimming around in your head at the moment.

 “Can I kiss you?”

 You shook your head, chuckling nervously at his question, it was so very Mark. He managed to completely ignore your concern, instead opting to act on his own thoughts. “Have you listened to anything I’ve said?” you said in exasperation, feeling somewhat frustrated.

 “Yes, I have, but I don’t care, y/n. I’m not going to leave, your dad doesn’t scare me, and you make my heart beat far faster than I’d ever care to admit - I know you feel it too. So please, y/n, let me just have this,” he pulled you closer by your waist as he let himself wear his heart on his sleeve momentarily, pleadingly looking into your eyes.

 “He’ll kill you, you know,” you warned faintly.

 “I can take care of myself.”

 “I know I just- I think you’re underestimating this. He’s powerful and he warned me to stay away from you. Hell, you barely even know me, Mark, I’m really not worth this-,” you gasped as you felt one of his large hands squeeze your waist and he used the opportunity to shut you up completely, mumbling a soft “stop talking,” before pressing his lips to yours in one swift motion.

 You stayed like that for a moment, your body flushed against Marks chest as he held you tightly to him, as if he were afraid that you would disappear if he wasn’t too careful. He soon pulled back just far enough to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed. You admired his dark lashes fluttering against his satin skin and the way his lips were full and wet from your kiss, he was breathtaking. You couldn’t deny your attraction to him, your heart practically begging to be released from its cage whenever he was close to you like this; he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

 “This is dangerous,” you whispered, encouraging him to open his doe eyes as he parted his lips a little in thought.

 “You look so good right now, I just- I can’t,” he stumbled over his words, his voice breaking under your gaze. “God, I like you so much.”

 You would have giggled at how he sounded like a schoolboy if he hadn’t kissed you again, gliding his right hand up your body until he was cupping your velvety skin and pulling you closer still. He kissed you with so much feeling and emotion, you barely recognised him as the boy you had first met anymore. His cold, harsh exterior completely melting away under your gentle touch. He let himself groan as you kissed him back with just as much ardour, letting your tongue gently pry his lips apart as you tried to convey your feelings for him. You let yourself momentarily forget the posing threat from your dad, enjoying Marks successful attempt at distracting you from it.

 His touch was fiery-hot, his hands leaving a burning trail in their wake as he touched you delicately, as though you were a doll who might break if you fell into the wrong hands. He pulled away once more and grasped your hand in his before leading you away from the canal and towards his home.

 -

 Your eyes fluttered open at the sound of a hushed voice nearby, propping yourself up with one hand and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with the other. You blinked groggily several times before you managed to keep your eyes open for long enough to sit up with your legs dangling off the side of the unfamiliar mattress, the cool air of the room making your hairs stand on end. You looked down at your cold legs and noticed that you were only wearing an oversized shirt with your underwear – the shirt, you recalled, was Mark’s.

 He’d brought you back home with him last night, you didn’t really feel like going home and explaining the events of the night to Lisa. Your brain was still half asleep and hazy as you tried to recall all that had happened yesterday; you could remember Mark offering to sleep on the sofa, but you also recounted that you’d asked him if he could stay with you, his presence alone helping you feel at-ease. He made sure to keep his distance, to keep to his side of the bed, even if he was itching to reach across the sea of sheets to hold you. He made you feel warm and safe and at-ease and that scared you a little – how quickly he’d earned your trust, if that’s what you could call it.

 You couldn’t make out the muffled voice coming from next door, but you imagined he was probably just on the phone to someone. You stifled a yawn as you reached for your phone, which had been thrown onto the carpeted floor by the mattress in haste before you knocked out fast asleep last night. The time was only just gone 7am, you wondered who Mark could be speaking to this early, a friend possibly? A parent? It was when you thought about things like this that you realised just how little you really knew about him. You knew that he liked living more dangerously than most, that he had an unhealthy love for driving his motorcycle too fast, too late, and too often, you also knew of his friendship with Donghyuck; but after that, you struggled to find anything you could add to the list. You barely knew the boy.

 “Sorry, did I wake you?” he called from the doorway, startling you out of your tired thoughts. You looked up and felt the air leave your lungs as you saw him; he looked ethereal. He was leaning with his left shoulder against the flakily-painted frame, his navy-blue hoodie was too big and his honey-coloured collarbones were only half hidden by the drooping neck of his bed-attire. His boxers were fitted to his thighs and you had to pull your gaze away to stop the inevitable blush that would otherwise creep up your neck. He’d probably already noticed your staring, anyway.

 “Yeah, but it’s okay,” you said groggily as you stretched your arms back to relieve your aching shoulder-blades – you must have slept on them funny.

 You made the effort to stand up but were swiftly turned back around as Mark placed his warm hand on the small of your back and guided you back to the plush mess of bedding and blankets. You lay back down on your side, with your head facing the door and your back to Marks side of the bed. The sheets smelled of him, you realised. A little musky perhaps, like cinnamon and spice. His aroma was warm and comforting as you pulled the duvet up to rest just beneath your chin to try and keep out the chill of the room, your hands clasping together just below the covers. You felt the bed dip as he sunk into the pillows beside you, his breathing was shallow and yet you could somehow still just make it out over the quiet sounds of the city outside waking up.

 “Do you mind if I- can I lay with you?” he asked you, sounding unusually shy, although maybe it was just his lack of sleep.

 “You lay with me last night, Mark” you chuckled.

 “No, I mean-,” he cut himself off, shuffling around behind you until you felt his arm reach around your waist tenderly. His chest was radiating his body heat, just a couple of centimeters from touching yours. “Like this,” he whispered in your ear, softly pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear as he grasped your clasped hands in his blindly.

 “Oh” you replied, barely there. He made your brain go mushy and you were still so tired, having not gone to sleep until late. You wiggled yourself backwards a little, just enough so that you could feel his heartbeat on your clothed back as arm tightened around you. “Let’s just stay like this forever, it’s so nice,” you murmured, letting your eyes fall shut as you basked in Marks warm embrace.

 A few hours later, you find yourself back in your apartment. You’re nestled into the warmth of your sofa with your legs tucked into your chest and a pillow hugged tight to your chest. Lisa was sat next to you, in an equally relaxed position, her fluffy socks tickling at your side faintly.

 “He gave you a ride? Twice? On his bike?” she repeated fragments of what you’d told her back to you. You’d told her more than that, but her eyes grew wide the second you had mentioned Marks name. You nodded in response, “yes?”

 She breathed out heavily, “he’s hot too, do you know what you’re getting into?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you, making you laugh and throw the pillow you were hugging at her. She shrugged, “hey! I’m just saying, the attractive ones always cause the most trouble”.

 You didn’t reply, instead you placed your head in your hands and lulled to the side, looking up at her and sighing like a lovesick puppy. “I really like him, Lisa,” you mumbled, the atmosphere turning more serious, “I just don’t wanna get hurt”.

 “You have to see past that. Live a little, y/n, let yourself loose for a bit,” she told you. You knew that she was probably right, and that she was only encouraging you to do what she knew best. It was easy for Lisa to say that, she was renowned for her extroverted, care-free personality, and you did sometimes envy that. But maybe it was time to take a leaf from her book, you didn’t know what would happen with Mark, you just knew that there was a strong connection between you two that you couldn’t ignore anymore. You couldn’t keep fighting against it. No matter how much you willed yourself to hate him, you never could. He was so much softer than you thought, there was more substance to him.

 He was bright and full and carefree, almost the exact opposite to you. He was a little similar to Lisa, actually, just more devious. More devilish. You could see that his harsh front was beginning to melt around you, though. You seemed to have some kind of effect on him, and he hated that. You loved it. You found yourself wanting to get to know the boy hidden beneath all those layers of toughened-up skin. “Maybe I will,” you replied, with a knowing smile on your face.

 -

 Your lips parted as you panted, out of breath as you pulled back for air, throwing a quick glance to your buzzing phone, signaling yet another call from your father; you ignored it. Marks lips trailed lazily down your neck as he kissed faint flowering bruises into your soft skin, his teeth occasionally nipping and biting at the juncture of your neck. You closed your eyes in bliss and threaded your fingers through his curly, raven hair, tugging at it to signal your enjoyment.

 Your father had been texting you and leaving you voicemail messages frequently over the past week. At first you were concerned for Marks safety, but it seemed that his threats were empty as nothing had come of them yet. And so, you found yourself seated in Marks lap for the third time that week. He let out a low groan as you tugged at his hair once more and shifted slightly in his lap, “stop moving, baby,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly as he squeezed you into his embrace.

 A knock at the door of Marks small, one-bed apartment stilled the pair of you. He lifted his head up to look at you with a cheeky smile, “what?” you looked down at him with wide eyes.

 “You’ll see,” he replied as he placed a soft kiss on your plump lips before picking you up off his lap and placing you down on the warm blanket-covered sofa, you crossed your legs and looked up to him in anticipation.

 He padded over to the front door, just out of your line of sight, you heard him open the door and engage in conversation with the visitor. You glanced around the room and took in your surroundings, observing, as you always did. You’d been in Marks apartment two or three times by now, he seemed to keep it relatively clean, everything seemed to have its place.  You squinted as you noticed a sliver of silver on the bookshelf in the corner of the room, it seemed to be an expensive looking watch, a rolex, perhaps. It looked to be of that sort of style. You wondered briefly how Mark would come by such an expensive watch but didn’t think much of it, perhaps it was a family heirloom?

 Your gaze trailed down as you noticed a hard, black case protruding from its space under the shelf. It didn’t look like a briefcase, in fact it looked to be rather heavy-duty and you wondered what on earth Mark would have one for, you’d only ever seen things like that when people were housing weapons or something similar. You knew this because your father liked to keep cases full of handguns around your house, not that you were supposed to know, you were merely a curious child who went snooping where you shouldn’t have.

 “Hey, so pepperoni or cheese?” you snapped your gaze from the case over to Mark who was just emerging from the hallway to the front door, two greasy pizza boxes in hand. A warm smile lit up your face as the delicious smell of pizza filled the room, “you ordered pizza?”

 “Yeah, I figured you’d be hungry, you do like pizza, right?”

 “Of course,” you hummed, shuffling over to make room for Mark to sit next to you.

 You spent the next two hours sharing the food between you and talking, laughing like normal youngsters should. It felt good to finally be in each other’s company without watching your back or worrying about the future. You had the television on in the background, it was playing an old black and white film that you weren’t really paying attention to, and you felt at home.

 Mark placed the empty boxes on the coffee table once you’d finished with them, pulling you into him and tangling his legs with yours as you rested your head on his chest and listened to his quickened heartbeat. “What do you do? You know, when you’re not causing trouble”

 He visibly tensed at your question and looked away from you as he thought of what to reply “I work for a company, just running errands. It’s nothing special,” he shrugged, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You mind if I smoke?” you shook your head.

 “That sounds a bit boring,” you yawned into his chest, feeling the vibrations of his chest as he let out a soft laugh. He leaned over you momentarily to reach for his pack of cigarettes before leaning back again and fishing his lighter from his pocket.

 “Yeah, I guess it is,” he replied as he caught a cigarette between his lips and brought his lighter up to encase the stick in a flame, leaving behind a glowing tip. He took a long drag, letting his eyes flutter shut in bliss for a second before blowing the smoke out, angling his head up so as to not blow it in your direction.

 “Why don’t you quit?” you coughed a little, fanning away the smoke that had snaked its way down to you.

 “Smoking or work?”

 “Work,” you chuckled, glancing up at him and tracing a finger along his jawline. Admiring the way his jaw flexed as he exhaled another plume of smoke.

“It pays well”

 “You get paid well for running errands?” you raised an eyebrow at him, not quite believing his reasoning.

 “Yes?”

 Before you can say anything else, Marks phone rings from its place on the floor by the empty pizza boxes. “Shit I better get that-,” he lifted the cigarette from his lips and stubbed it out in the ashtray on the table after taking a final, lengthy drag from the glowing stick.

 “It’s okay, I should probably head home anyway,” you cut him off, it was getting late and you didn’t plan on staying the night, you had a 9am lecture the next morning.

 “Alright, baby. Get home safe,” he stood up, pulling you up with him and pulling you in to press a peck on your supple lips, and then another slightly more drawn out kiss before you dragged yourself away from him, not wanting to get carried away. He tasted like wispy smoke and peppermint again and you could so easily get lost in his lips, the effort to pull away proving to be gallant.

 “I’ll see you later,” you blushed up at him, fiddling with the sleeves of your jumper. You turned your back and walked towards the exit, hearing him pick up his phone and answer the incessant ringing. His voice was muffled through the thin wall of his main corridor, and although you knew it was wrong, you found yourself listening.

 “Hey, Sicheng. What’s up?”

 “No, not yet. Hey, can we talk about this later? Now’s not a good time, man.”

 You could picture Mark furrowing his brows in frustration as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, smiling softly to yourself as you slipped on your shoes.

 “Yeah, y/n just left, actually”

 “Yes, Sicheng. I know”

 “I’ll do it soon, I swear”

 Your ears perked up at the mention of your name and you suddenly felt like you were invading his privacy by staying and listening to this conversation. You didn’t feel comfortable hearing information you probably shouldn’t have been privy to. And so, you slipped out of Marks warm apartment as quietly as you could and walked home at a brisk pace, eager to jump into the comfort of your own bed and fall asleep.

 -

 “That’s all for today, don’t forget your deadline next week!” you stood up from your seat in the lecture hall and stuffed your laptop and notebook into your scruffy bag before walking down the stairs to the exit. You’d just finished a two-hour lecture on the history of fine art, the one part of your major that you didn’t absolutely love. It’s not that you didn’t find it interesting, you just felt that it dragged on sometimes; half an hour felt like twice as long in that class.

 You left the room as quickly as you could, already imagining how good your Thursday latte would taste once you made it to the coffee shop. You were too wrapped up in your own thoughts to notice the boy walking in your direction until you bumped into a firm structure, far broader and taller than your own.

 You looked up and smiled as your eyes were met with the pretty sight of Mark’s curly black hair - messy as always, yet still so perfect. “Hi” you grimaced up at him through your lashes.

 “Hey, princess-” he chuckled, “-mind if I join you?” He didn’t give you time to reply as he took your hand in his and pulled you out of your lecture building. “I’m guessing you’re heading to Hyuck’s café?”

 “Yeah” you replied quietly as you glanced down at your intertwined hands, a rosy blush spreading its way up your neck and onto the apples of your cheeks, you tried not to smile too much. You hated the effect he had on you. He had the ability to turn you into a blushing mess at the drop of a hat, and he made it look so easy, it’s like he didn’t even have to try. You wiggled your way out of his grasp, remembering that you were in public. The last thing you wanted was for one of your dads associates to report something back to him, again.

 “How was your day?” he peered across to you, ignoring the way you had separated yourself from him.

 “It’s been alright, pretty standard. How did you know where to find me?” you replied in question, wiggling your eyebrows up at him, “stalker” you giggled, watching as he opened his mouth to respond, shutting it before he could say anything. He looked like a fish.

 “You mind if we take the bike?” he nodded his head towards the striking motorcycle just ahead of you, it wasn’t parked very carefully. He had obviously just pulled up and jumped off in a rush.

 “Oh, it’s okay I can just walk-”

 “Nonsense, baby. Hop on,” he picked up his helmet, placing it on your head and fastening the strap under your chin. “Perfect” he smiled once he was done, admiring how you looked in the soft light of the early evening for the first time. His smile was sad, though you didn’t really think anything of it.

 The two of you usually crossed paths when the sun had set, and the stars were visible for the night, it was nice to see Mark in the golden hour of the day for once. His skin was glowing as he bathed in the light, his black curly hair a stark contrast as his messy locks fell against his forehead and into his eyes. He looked breathtaking, although you supposed that shouldn’t really come as a surprise to you anymore; Mark always looked breathtaking, ethereal even. It was as if he was sculpted by the gods themselves, his beauty truly not of this world.

 You rode through the city, the warm air blowing your hair over your shoulders as your arms automatically wrapped themselves snugly around Marks toned core.

 You found yourself in a state of serenity when you were close to him like this. His warmth and his intoxicating aroma were the deadliest of all combinations. Truthfully, if Mark was an erupting volcano, you would most likely swim towards his lethal inferno. You didn’t understand why you felt this way; he had some unknown, invisible control over you and you were sure you were already addicted.

 “Oh, crap,” you heard under a hushed breath from in front of you. Mark was looking from side to side in a frantic motion, his sudden state of distress immediately alarming you.

 “Mark?” he muttered something that you didn’t quite catch, ignoring your questioning plea. The air around you turned static at the revving of an engine or two coming from right behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck raised into goosebumps and you called out his name once more.

 “It’s fine, baby- shit-” you heard a sharp intake of breath and you lifted your head slightly so that you could rest your forehead on Marks shoulder, letting your eyes screw tightly shut.

 The bike swerved violently to the right as you heard the first gun-shot ring out, it’s deafening sound leaving a painful ringing in your ears. “What the fuck was that? Was that a gun-shot? Holy crap, oh my God-” you stopped yourself and were now verging on terrified as you buried your face further into his warm body. “Mark? What’s going on?”

 “Just hold on real tight, okay?” he briefly glanced back to your quivering, hunched over figure, placing a reassuring hand on the lower part of your thigh, hoping to send you some form of comfort – it didn’t really work. “We’re gonna be fine”

 He seemed determined to get you both out of this mess unscathed, urging his bike to reach dangerous speeds as he steered you both through the bustling traffic of the city, weaving between cars and turning down backstreets, trying desperately to lose your unwanted companions. His entire body was tensed - you could feel it. The adrenaline that was rushing through his blood was causing his veins to pulsate and protrude and his arms were firm with concentration, his grip on the handles of his motorcycle never wavering.

 Another shot rang out. The bike juddered speedily along a small one-way street as you both felt the impact of a bullet nestling itself into the framework; luckily not hindering your getaway speed. “For fucks sake” he cursed as he noted the damage to his precious motorcycle.

 You were muttering a mantra under your breath as you prayed to the Gods that you didn’t believe in; you prayed to Ares and Dionysus and Hades. You chanted and begged to Marks Godlike entity, willing the gunfire to end and for you to be able to have him in piece. You just wanted to be with Mark. That was all. You wanted to enjoy his presence without constantly feeling the watchful gaze of someone lurking in the shadows. You’d been on edge about it ever since you’d received that text, maybe this was your punishment. Perhaps you’d have to endure this as your comeuppance, your retribution for disobeying your fathers’ wishes. What you didn’t realise, however, was that your father wasn’t your greatest threat.

 The wind only grew colder as you sped along the quiet streets, it seemed that Mark was leading you out of the city and away from the bustling streets. The cloud of polluted air covering the city faded until you could only smell fresh, salty air and the never-ending traffic blurred into the soft sound of waves crashing against the sand of the nearby beach. Mark had brought you to the sea.

 “They’re gone” he called over his shoulder as you slowed to a halt at the empty end of the beach. You didn’t dare move from your place behind him, holding him so tightly you feared you may be suffocating him, but he didn’t complain. He instead hung his head low and released his grip on the handlebars, opting to drop his head into his hands and let out the breath he’d been holding in for the past fifteen minutes. “C’mon”.

 You took the hand that Mark offered you once he’d stepped onto the rotting wood of the boardwalk next to you, letting him help your shaking form stand up. You looked up at him with fearful eyes, you didn’t know what to think. Who were they? Had your dad sent them after Mark? After you? You weren’t sure if you wanted to know, you were just glad to be standing back on your own two feet and by the safety of the ocean. You felt safe with Mark, regardless.

You let him guide you down the grassy dunes and onto the soft white sand, neither of you exchanging any words for quite some time. You were in shock, perhaps. You weren’t really sure where to begin. The two of you took your time drinking in the lengthy stretch of sand before you, hands loosely linked together in an attempt to reassure one another that you were both okay.

 It was Mark who spoke up first. He let out a shaky sigh after you’d been walking aimlessly along the beach for several painfully silent minutes. “I guess I should probably start talking, right?” he let out a nervous laugh and lifted his free hand to rub at the back of his neck, something you’d picked up on as a nervous habit of his.

 You looked up at him, the look in your eyes enough to tell him that he should explain himself.

 “The company I work for, the errands I run aren’t exactly legal” he started, not even able to look you in the eye as he spoke. “I’m so sorry you’re caught up in this, y/n,” his voice breaking as he spoke.

 “What do you mean? I’m not caught up in anything. We lost them, Mark. We’re alright.” You stopped walking, tugging on his hand until he turned around and stood in front of you. The almighty, Godlike figure you’d first met suddenly looked like a trembling mess, his tough gaze breaking under your scrutiny.

 “God, I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you.” Mark whispered softly as he looked into your eyes, his pupils flitting around your face, he seemed uneasy. You weren’t entirely sure you’d heard him correctly, though. Mark loved you. He loved you, and you were too stupid to see it. “Why did it have to be you?”

 As you looked up at the raven-haired boy, you realised something. Or rather, you understood something. You understood what it felt like to have something that you never wanted to lose. In the few fleeting weeks you’d known Mark, you’d grown to care for him. His towering frame made you feel small and helpless but being in his presence somehow also made you feel powerful and free. When you were with him, it felt like nothing else mattered, he was everything; he was the air that you breathed, the drug that you were addicted to, the celestial being that you didn’t know you craved so badly until he’d first kissed you. You needed him, and perhaps you did love him, even after only a short time, you’d grown so attached.

 He plucked his phone from his pocket and looked at the text he’d seemingly just received, swiftly putting it back in his pocket before you could see, “Not now, God. Not yet.” He muttered frantically, he was manic, the look in his eyes unlike anything he’d ever expressed to you before.

 “This wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t meant to happen. I’ve fucked this all up and I cannot express how sorry I truly am-,” he cut his rambling off when you reached up to cup his face in the smooth palms of your hands, stroking your thumbs lovingly over his cheeks. He was a wreck, a trembling cage of beauty in your hands, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss his fears away.

 “They gave me an assignment and I don’t know what I was thinking when I accepted it,” he searched your eyes in panic, lifting his own large palms to cover your dainty hands, pulling your hands down to rest on his broad chest. “They’ll kill me if I don’t deliver, I always complete my missions, I-” he heaved out a deep breath and gave himself a moment to think. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

 “Baby, it’s okay. We can figure this out together, alright?” you were calm as you spoke, although your heart was racing ninety to the dozen. You were scared, yes. But Mark made you feel safe, you had nothing to fear when you were with him, that much you were sure of now.

 You grasped his hands tightly in yours as he held them against his own chest, the thundering beat of his heart hard to miss. “I love you.”

 “Let me love you, Mark,” you trained your eyes on his lips and leaned into him, melting into his embrace completely the second your lips met his. You kissed him so delicately, letting your feelings mold into every fibre of his being with each and every peck, each time your lips met becoming more and more heavenly. He wrapped you up in his arms and you couldn’t possibly be any closer to one another no matter how hard you tried; your chests were pressed flush against each other, your hands touching every inch of skin as your tongues met in a passionate dance.

 “Don’t shut me out any longer,” you gasped as you broke away for air momentarily, before reattaching your lips to his in a drawn-out kiss. “I can’t get enough of you, Mark,” you panted, digging your fingertips into his shoulders in utter, blown-out bliss.

 Marks hands travelled from yours to meet around your waist, your lower back, your hips, your neck. He was touching you everywhere, like it was the last time he would touch you, kiss you, like this. His lips sucked on yours and his kisses were feverish and open mouthed, his thigh propped between your legs as he tried to keep you both steady. He finally settled one of his hands to rest between your ear and your jaw, pulling away to admire your wind-swept state in the heat of the moment. “You’re beautiful, y/n. You know that?” you could see tears beginning to form in the corners of the gorgeous, doe eyes you’d fallen into so deeply, his gaze leering so heavily into your own.

 He pressed a final, barely-there kiss to your supple lips before dropping his head into the crook of your neck languidly. His hot breath stuttered against your neck, your hairs standing on end as you bathed in his being. His hold on you felt like molten lava against your skin, his very touch burning hot onto your sensitive skin, leaving red trails wherever his fingertips travelled.

 “I love you, please forgive me,” he sounded distraught.

 You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, and another shiver once you felt the cold metal come between your bodies, although you didn’t have time to react before you felt it, before you heard it. The sound in itself would have been enough to make you faint, it was piercing and deadly and you were gone. The gun between you fell to the floor as Mark shook violently in horror at your now limp body, which had now fallen, crumbled lifelessly into his arms. Your heart. He’d shot you straight through your heart, he’d put a bullet through all your love for him.

 “I’m so sorry,” he was hysterical, yet unnervingly tranquil at the same time.  

 “They told me I had to kill you. Your fathers’ company is our biggest threat and I-,” he paused, shaking his head as the tears began to cascade silently down his cheeks. “I had to do it. I had to make him vulnerable, I had to put work first.”

 “I didn’t have a choice, I’m so fucking sorry, y/n,” he lowered himself to the ground and sobbed as his arms thrashed into your unmoving body, his fists clenching at your blood-soaked clothes. The colour drained from your skin and in turn, Marks face paled in trepidation, his heart felt heavy, yet so incredibly empty. He loves you, but he’d shot you. You were dead.

[mingyuistall]

on the boardwalk- c.sg

pairing(s)- choi seungcheol x reader (ft. jeonghan, joshua, and johnny and taeyong of nct)

genre- fluff, college! au, PG

word count- 2.6k 

warnings- mentions of blood 

masterlist

when (y/n) woke up, she instantly felt anxious. she just finished her first year of college, and all she wanted to do was relax, at least just for a day. as soon as she arrived home, jeonghan called her and told her to pack her bags again. 

jeonghan, seungcheol, and joshua had made plans to go to the beach with (y/n), without her. she couldn’t be mad at them, however. they hadn’t talked to her for a short while, and all they really wanted to do was hang out with her again. 

she walked out onto the balcony of their hotel, which thankfully, had an amazing view of the sea. she tightened the complimentary silk robe they gave her, and wrapped her arms around herself. 

the glass door slid open. she turned around to see a half-awake seungcheol ambling towards her. 

“good morning” seungcheol mumbled. 

“mornin’.” she smiled. seungcheol’s face fell. 

“are you alright?” he said. (y/n) looked at him and laughed. she hesitated for a second before responding. 

“i dunno. you guys kinda sprang this on me. i haven’t seen my parents since… march? maybe april? i was hoping to spend at least a day with them before going out.” (y/n) shrugged. 

“i told them they should’ve waited! i said it wasn’t fair for you. they could’ve at least given you a day to settle back home.” seungcheol exclaimed. (y/n) laughed and put her hand on his shoulder.

“i’m not mad or anything. plus, this hotel is amazing. i don’t see how you guys could afford this.” seungcheol shrugged smugly. they both turned to the knock on the glass door. 

“do you guys wanna come with us to get breakfast? there’s a place only a block away.” joshua slid the door open to interrogate the two. 

(y/n) and seungcheol looked at eachother, then to joshua. they nodded in unison. joshua gave them a weird look and turned back around. 

seungcheol and (y/n) had been close ever since the day they met. they instantly clicked, like two puzzle pieces. the pair had been teased relentlessly by their friends, and jeonghan swore up and down to his grave that the two would grow old together, but (y/n) and seungcheol never discussed the topic of even having any types of feelings towards the other. of course, (y/n) had thought about it. however, she didn’t want to ruin her friendship with him. it didn’t seem that seungcheol was necessarily in the right spot for a relationship. he had only gotten out of one a couple months ago, which he got cheated on multiple times. (y/n) said a countless number of times that he didn’t like her before they had broken up, and when one of the boys would ask her why, she’d say she can just tell when someone is a bad person. she just didn’t want to admit that his girlfriend got to kiss him before she did. 

(y/n) found herself spacing out on their short walk to the restaurant. the boys were talking about topics that (y/n) didn’t necessarily know about, so she didn’t butt in to the conversation. 

when they sat down, (y/n) immediately asked, “who’s paying?” 

all three of them turned their attention towards her. their sudden attention caused a mini panic. “i can just pay for myself, though, if that’s needed. 

seungcheol waved his hand. “no, it’s fine! i can pay for the two of us. joshua and jeonghan can pay for themselves.” 

“what?!” jeonghan exclaimed. he slumped in his seat and started to groan. joshua started to laugh, and flicked his arm. 

“you’ll be fine, you big baby.” jeonghan looked even more hurt at joshua’s comment. 

the three boys continued to bicker, while (y/n) would stay quiet, with an occasional giggle or comment. 

they finished breakfast fast, since there weren't that many people there. the streets had started to get more crowded.

“should we spend the day at the beach? there’s an aquarium near here, but me and josh wanted to go on the boardwalk later tonight. oh! there’s also a zoo only a couple minutes from here.” jeonghan rambled. seungcheol looked down at (y/n). she caught his eye, and when she did, they started to laugh. 

“i hate zoos. there are always so many mosquitos, and it’s so freakin’ hot.” seungcheol shot down jeonghan’s suggestion. jeonghan mumbled something to himself. 

seungcheol and (y/n)’s hands brushed past each other multiple times. she wanted to grab onto his, but she wasn’t sure how. 

when they arrived back at the hotel, jeonghan repeated his suggestions. seungcheol walked out onto the balcony for a quick second, then came back in. 

“we might as well go to the beach. there aren’t a lot of people right now, so we could get a good spot.” he said. joshua agreed with him, and they all went to get their bathing suits. (y/n) changed in the bathroom.

as she got her top on, she realized that she couldn’t reach that far to tie it. she sighed, and kept trying, until someone knocked on the door. 

“are you ready?” seungcheol asked. (y/n) contemplated coming up with a lie, just so she wouldn’t have to have someone help her. she’d never really been in front of the boys in a bathing suit before. she could just stay here at the hotel, and say that she started her period and didn’t bring any tampons. 

“i can’t tie it.” (y/n) groaned. seungcheol chuckled, and asked if he could come in. when he did, she was already turned around, holding the strings up. seungcheol grabbed each string and tied it into a knot. 

(y/n) turned around. it was only for a split second; seungcheol couldn’t help but stare at her.

“you look really pretty.” he mumbled. (y/n) let out a breathy laugh and smiled at him.

“are you guys coming?!” joshua yelled. seungcheol grabbed her wrist and lead her out of the bathroom.

they decided to walk again, since the beach was literally right behind their hotel. as soon as they had set their stuff down, a group of four boys their age came up to them. 

“do you wanna play volleyball with us?” the tallest one asked. “we kinda figured it’d be boring with only two people on each team. i’m johnny, by the way.” 

before any of the four could say anything, jeonghan happily agreed. joshua and him walked off with johnny and his three friends, while seungcheol hesitated. 

“do you want to? i can stay with you here.” seungcheol asked. (y/n) frantically shook her head. 

“i wanna play.” she stated. 

they walked together to the net that had already been put up. it looked pretty old, and some of the strings that formed the net were broken. 

it wasn't long until they started to get extremely competitive. (y/n) relatively stood in the back, and only  went for the ball when it started to come in her direction. 

it was seungcheol’s turn to set the ball. as soon as he did, he walked over to (y/n). “if we win, i’ll buy you whatever you want when we go to the boardwalk tonight.”

(y/n)’s eyes brightened up, and she nodded. she walked closer to the net. 

as she did so, joshua’s arm flew down from spiking the ball, only to slam (y/n) right in her nose. the force from being hit knocked her down onto her butt. 

at the same time she hit the ground, she felt something drop onto her legs. a crimson-colored liquid continued to drop onto her legs and bathing suit, and then down to the sand. the boys hadn’t noticed until jeonghan tripped over (y/n).

“pinch your nose and lean forward, (y/n).” seungcheol demanded as he picked (y/n) up by her shoulders. “did someone hit you?” 

“joshua.” she replied. he turned around at the mention of his name.

“what? oh, shit.” joshua tried to take a step towards her, but seungcheol shot him a glare that made joshua happy that looks can’t kill. 

“i’m gonna take her back to the hotel.” johnny and his friends looked at eachother with confused looks on their faces. the one with pink hair, who they learned that his name was taeyong, told her that he hoped she’d be okay. 

seungcheol grabbed his towel and shook it out. he immediately pressed it to her nose. he slung his arm around her shoulder. 

“you don’t have to do that. i can hold it myself.” (y/n)’s voice was muffled by the towel. seungcheol didn’t respond. 

as soon as the hotel was in sight, seungcheol practically ran to the entrance. (y/n) could barely keep up, despite his arm being around her. 

“alright, (y/n).” he picked her up and set her on the bathroom counter. seungcheol grabbed one of the rags from the drawers. he replaced the towel he gave to her with the rag. 

“do you want a different pair of shorts? since your bathing suits all bloody.” he asked. (y/n) looked at him and started to laugh.

“you seem more upset than i am. you’re not even the one bleeding.” she said. seungcheol stared at her for a second with a confused look on his face, which soon turned into a flustered one. 

“y-you’re just my best friend, and i care about you a lot, you know? i don’t want you getting hurt.” seungcheol stammered. she pushed herself off the bathroom counter, and removed the rag to see how much she’d bled. it was less than what was on his towel, but it was still a concerning amount of blood. seungcheol tried to get her back onto the counter, but she waved him off. 

“i’m fine. i’ll just put ice on it and wait ‘till it stops bleeding. i played soccer when i was little, i think i’m used to this.” seungcheol debated on arguing with her. he sighed, and walked out of the bathroom. 

“cheol,” (y/n) called. he turned back around and cocked his head slightly to the side. “you can go back. i can take care of myself. you should go have fun.” (y/n) smiled. seungcheol stared at her for a second, and (y/n) could tell he was genuinely thinking about it. 

seungcheol’s gaze went frantic as he nodded, not exactly sure where to look. 

(y/n) leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, watching seungcheol as he walked out of the hotel room. 

the boys didn’t come back until about two hours later. (y/n) had taken a shower after seungcheol left. she figured her bathing suit was ruined, so she went ahead and threw it away.  

when they walked in, joshua immediately showered her with apologies. he took it as far as offering to buy her food for however long as she wanted, but (y/n) waved him off. 

“it’s fine. you didn’t break my nose or anything, i’m not mad.” (y/n) laughed. joshua opened his mouth to continue apologizing, but jeonghan interrupted. 

“do you think you’re alright to go on the boardwalk?” he asked. 

(y/n) glanced at seungcheol, silently reminding him of the deal he had made with her. “yeah, of course. it’s not like joshua broke my legs.” joshua started to apologize all over again. seungcheol, jeonghan, and (y/n) all rolled their eyes and groaned. 

the boys changed out of their bathing suits, and (y/n) changed into something more casual, instead of an oversized t-shirt. 

even though it was a little bit farther than the restaurant and the beach, they decided to walk to the boardwalk. 

when seungcheol noticed that (y/n) wasn’t really engaging in the boys’ conversation, seungcheol immediately started his own with (y/n). jeonghan and joshua noticed, and started to tease them. 

(y/n) figured there would be a ferris wheel, but she didn’t expect it to be that big. she tugged on seungcheol’s sleeve and pointed at it. 

“we have to go on it.” she demanded. joshua’s eyes widened, and he started to shake his head. 

“i’m terrified of heights. no.” joshua whimpered. jeonghan started to laugh. 

“and you called me a baby?” jeonghan scoffed. seungcheol and (y/n) giggled, while joshua sulked. 

“i’ll only go if i get to go with seungcheol.” joshua sighed. (y/n) let go of seungcheol’s sleeve and wrapped her arms around herself. jeonghan pinched joshua. he looked at jeonghan with a confused face, until he realized why jeonghan pinched him. 

“oh! actually, nevermind. i can go with jeonghan.” he said. (y/n) instantly felt her heartbeat speed up. she grabbed back onto seungcheol’s sleeve. 

they walked over to the line of the ferris wheel. 

“the line is so long.” (y/n) complained. 

“you’re the one who wanted to go on it.” joshua mocked. 

(y/n) glared at him. 

“they’re putting two people in a cart. if anything, there’s only twenty-ish people in front of us, so if you divide that by two, it’s really only ten. plus, they’re already putting people in carts, anyways.” seungcheol explained. (y/n) giggled. 

“what?” “you sound so smart.” she noticed how close they were to the front of the line. her heart beat started to speed up. seungcheol shrugged smugly. 

while jeonghan and joshua started to bicker, seungcheol effortlessly wrapped his arm around (y/n). she tensed at first, but quickly got used to it. (y/n) leaned into him. jeonghan and joshua noticed just as seungcheol and (y/n)’s cart was already being closed by the worker.

the ferris wheel started, then abruptly stopped as more people got on, and others took over their spots. seungcheol looked below him from the opening of the cart, and waved to jeonghan and joshua, who were in the cart underneath them. 

“joshua looks scared out of his mind.” seungcheol laughed. 

eventually, the ferris wheel started to continuously spin. when the ferris wheel finally stopped spinning to let people off, seungcheol and (y/n)’s spot was on the very top of the ferris wheel. 

(y/n) didn’t think she would get scared, she never had. but here she was, with the feeling that the cart might just fall off, and plumett the two to their deaths. 

“seungcheol, we’re going to die.” (y/n) whimpered. he let out a breathy laugh. 

“we’re fine. we’re only going to be up here for ike, ten more seconds.” seungcheol shrugged. 

(y/n) counted to ten in her head. when they hadn’t moved at all, she felt tears start to sting her eyes and panic really set in. 

“seungcheol, we aren’t moving.” she shuttered. 

“did you really count to ten?” he laughed.

“seungcheol! we’re stuck. we’re going to die up here.”

“(y/n)-”

“no, seungcheol. we’re literally going to-” seungcheol grabbed both of (y/n)’s wrists and gently pinned them to her side. before she was able to continue freaking out, seungcheol quickly pressed his lips to hers. as soon as their lips met, the cart moved. 

“we’re not gonna die, (y/n).” he breathed when he pulled away.

(y/n) looked dazed for a second. she swallowed, and then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. 

“joshua, look!” seungcheol and (y/n) pulled away from each other to see jeonghan peering down at them from their cart that was above them. joshua rushed over to see what jeonghan was pointing at, and he started to laugh. 

the carts jerked forward again, and joshua cowered back down into his seat. 

“would you be my girlfriend?” seungcheol blurted. (y/n) stared at him for a second, waiting for him to say that he was joking. when she realized he wasn’t, she smiled. 

“yeah!, yeah, cheol, of course.” she giggled. 

seungcheol smiled at her. (y/n) leaned into his side as he wrapped his arm around her, watching in silence as fireworks started to go off.

[slytherinbangchan]

Badboy! Jeongin (I.N) Pt2 Gang!Au!

Blog’s Masterlist   >>Gang!Au! Masterlist<< (Every member’s storyline is linked somehow to the others so go check

I’d recommend to read every member by the posting order not to lose any detail of the storyline~

I.N’s part 1

Blog’s Masterlist

Trigger Warning: depressive episodes, depression talk, suicidal thoughts. Soft smut I guess.

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader

-Well a new day.

-A brand new fucking day to feel like shit inside.

-You wish at least you'd know why you feel like this.

-But you have no idea.

-Work is fine.

-It makes you kinda happy to make others happy.

-So handing ice cream to people is not that bad.

-Today specially cause you have the morning shift only.

-And as much as seeing their happy faces as they get the ice cream makes you a little happy.

-Dealing with people is exhausting.

-So much when you get home you don't wanna see anyone else for what's left of the day.

-And that's what you're dying to do now.

-Just lock yourself in the room as soon as you get there.

-But then you hear the bell ringing from next door's high schools.

-And then a while later Jeongin is waiting for you at the door.

-You don't mind Jeongin being with you at all.

-He's fine.

-He’s actually really nice.

-You are still exhausted once he's gone but you barely notice how tired you are while he's there.

-It feels weird how easily or quickly your family let him in your house.

-Guess cause he seems harmless at first sight.

-After all he's always smiling and he's cute so probably your parents thought it would be good for you to have him around.

-Cause since you started theraphy so many things had changed.

-A lot of people don't understand what's going on with you and that's ok, you understand.

-Others simply don't believe you're feeling that bad but that's okay too.

-At least Jeongin understands. Or you think so.

-He walks with you home and you watch some movies together.

-Is nice having him there just cuddling and kissing you.

-Honestly is the best you get to feel these days.

-That's why it feels so shitty when he goes away.

-Normally you just go to bed and try to sleep so you won't think or feel anything till the next day.

-But today you just can't stop your thoughts.

-Lately they're stronger than ever.

-Maybe cause after feeling better for a little while now you're back on this hole of darkness.

-And you don't even know why you fell back in there.

-You were kinda happy again after doing some progress with therapy and now..

-And you've told your friends.

-And some members of your family.

-That you were feeling like life was meaningless again.

-That you didn't have any reason to keep on living for yourself.

-But you wouldn't die cause it would made them sad.

-But imagining yourself just carrying your meaningless life forever seems like a torture.

-It makes you wanna cry every moment of your day.

-You wish you'd feel having Jeongin by your side was enough.

-But in moments like this you feel like it's not.

-Still you keep fighting.

-You keep trying.

-You got out this hole once you can do it again.

-This is just a little setback.

-But even if you're aware of that it hurts so much right now.

-They know you're hurting right?

-Guess it doesn't matter you are as long as you are still alive.

-So keep suffering.

-Can they at least care?

-If you decided to live just for them not to be sad about your loss.

-Can they at least care about how much it hurts?

-You're fighting your mind every second to keep yourself alive.

-But if they don't actually care about how much it hurts, can you at least die then?

-You sigh tired of your stupid thoughts.

-Of letting your depression speak for you.

-'Jeongin, I'm not feeling so well'. You text him. It's pretty late though.

-'Let's go for a walk'.

-You sneak out and wait for him outside.

-Then you walk with him for a while.

-You tell him about your thoughts all the way to the river where you sit on the grass.

-He sighs. 'I'm sorry you're feeling like that again. I wish I could do anything to make you feel better'.

-'You do'.

-'Yeah, I'd like to do more'.

-You chuckle. 'Yeah, I don't think you can. Anyway now I understand it's my depression talking when I think about that stuff. That that's not the reality. And that's why when I feel like that I just wait for the storm to pass'.

-'Well, you call me everytime so I'll wait with you'.

-'I'm not gonna bother you everytime I have a breakdown'. You chuckle.

-'Of course you are or else I'll be mad'. He says. 'I'll be extra worried if you don't so please?'

-You scoff softly. 'Okay. I will'.

-'Tell your depression I'll fight it next time it tells you we don't care about you'. He says making you chuckle again.

-'I will. Now stop being so serious it's so weird'. You say, pushing his arm softly.

-'I won't stop till you promise me you'll always call me when you're feeling like that'.

-'Ok, I promise'.

-'Even if we're mad at eachother'.

-You chuckle. 'Ok, even if we're fighting'.

-'I trust you'.

-You nod and his smile comes back.

-'Great. Now, do you want to come and see what the guys are doing?'

-'I don't know? Do I?'

-He laughs. 'C'mon they're probably just drinking somewhere I'll text Minho'.

-'I guess I could have a drink'.

-You walk with Jeongin for some minutes to end on a field with some ruined cars making a circle and in the middle there's a fire.

-The guys are also there.

-It seems like someone has pull some of the seats from those cars out and they're sitting there.

-Drinking and smoking.

-Some of their girlfriends are there too.

-Minho waves at you and asks you how you are doing.

-Your mind goes blank for a second not knowing how to respond.

-Should you tell him the truth or just say you're okay and carry on?

-'Same old same old' You end up saying.

-He chuckles. 'I see'.

-You say hi to the rest. It's been a while since that weekend at the beach.

-But they seem ok.

-It's funny cause before you got to know them you thought they were so different.

-Like Seungmin. He was always so serious at school but he's actually funny. Likes to prank the others a lot.

-And you could say something curious about every one of them.

-But the one you enjoy watching the most is Hyunjin.

-Cause you thought he was such a fuckboy for what everyone always say about him.

-And I mean he's beautiful and has that look that can make anyone melt.

-But he's just so... In love with his girlfriend.

-At first Jeongin was jealous of how you looked at him but after you explained he just laughed.

-'Oh, I see. Yeah he's an idiot actually'. He said. 'Might be that handsome but not a fuckboy at all'.

-Still he's so different at how you imagined that even if it's being a while it always surprises you.

-And Jeongin is actually so sweet and mature.

-You feel sorry for him to have to keep up with you on your worst days.

-But he doesn't seem to mind about it.

-He seems just happy you like him back.

-You sit near the fire in the floor between Jeongin's legs and he hugs you from behind.

-Leaving some kisses on your neck.

-You end up turning your whole body a little so you can look at him as you chat.

-Jisung hands you some drinks and marshmallows and you thank him.

-Then proceed to stuff Jeongin's mouth with the sweets.

-The booze is sour but guess the soda and candies help a bit.

-You really shouldn't be getting drunk right now but who cares?

-Like an hour later some of the guys disappear.

-You've been spacing out for some minutes.

-And you're kinda drunk now.

-There's a warm feeling taking over your body as you suddenly hear a moan behind you.

-You all turn your heads for a moment.

-It was Jisung.

-His girlfriend's hand slowly working on his crotch under his pants.

-He's blushing so hard as she whispers some stuff in his ear. Jisung not knowing how to avoid all of your eyes.

-Minho scoffs as he chuckles. 'Pervs'. He says then he turns again to face the fire.

-'Leave the kid alone'. Bangchan says and the remaining people there look away from those two.

-Jeongin's grip on your hips.

-You look at him. Feeling an uncontrollable need of kissing him. Having him closer.

-His lips colliding with yours a second later.

-One of his hands climbing up your thigh.

-And it's so strong all these things you're feeling.

-The alcohol in your blood freeing you from all the things that were in the way before.

-And you just wanna keep kissing him and touching him.

-His hands going places they never went before.

-Even if he's shaking as they do so.

-Even if you're shaking.

-And again like that first time you kissed him.

-You're not sure if it's the cold or him who's making you shiver that way.

-But you don't mind at all.

-You don't want that moment to ever end.

-Just wanna live there forever.

-You don't even need to go further, just kissing him is enough.

-You slightly blush as you feel his hard against your thigh.

-He's blushing too.

-'I'm sorry'. He says.

-But you just kiss him again.

-'Hey you two, babies'. Minho says as he softly kicks you on your leg. 'Keep it PG, ok?'

-You look at him kinda annoyed. 'I'm your age'.

-'Yeah, but he's not'. He points at your boyfriend with his head.

-Jeongin scoffs. 'We're not doing anything'.

-'Yet'. He chuckles. 'Jisung and his girlfriend weren't doing anything either a while ago and look what a mess he's right now'.

-'Fuck you'. That was Jisung.

-Minho chuckles softly as he raises his cup for Jisung.

-'Why do you care anyway?' Jeongin asks.

-'You're right. I don't. Just wanted to mess with you'. He says as he smirks.

-But Jeongin is pissed. 'I'm sorry. He's a jerk sometimes'. He tells you as you softly caress his cheek.

-You chuckle. 'Yeah I know'.

-'Ah... Yeah...' He looks to the floor for a moment till you make him look at you again.

-'What is it?' You ask but he avoids your eyes.

-'It's nothing. Sometimes I forget that you dated him'.

-'Yeah like three years ago, I don't even remember'.

-'Let's go for a walk'. He says as he stands and helps you up.

-Oh god is he gonna leave you?

-'I'm not breaking up with you'. He says.

-'Ok, thanks'. Now you can breath again.

-It's funny how he knows you so well already.

-He holds your hand and you walk besides him for a while.

-It's dark and the grass is really tall over there but still you can see the fire from the distance.

-As you walk you notice how the good feelings the alcohol gave you earlier slowly leave your body.

-Now you feel kinda numb again till Jeongin squeezes your hand lightly and you feel some butterflies on your stomach.

-'I'm sorry I got so serious'.

-'It's okay. But why? Are you jealous?'

-He scratches the back of his head with his free hand. 'I don't know I guess I am. Not because I think you like him now? More like... I don't know. Is like I wish I had dated you since forever, you know?' He blushes. 'It's stupid. Don't mind me'.

-You scoff softly. 'It is stupid cause I'm a mess of a person I don't know why you'd feel like that but...'

-'You're not a mess. Don't say that'.

-You shush him. 'I said but...' You say then peck his lips. 'I understand. And I do cause I also feel like that'.

-'I love you'. He says, covering his mouth after with his hand as if the words just scaped him without his permission.

-You chuckle softly as he blushes. 'I love you too, idiot'.

-You're gonna kiss him when you hear some steps behind you.

-More like all around you.

-Soon there's a bunch of guys you don't know surrounding you.

-'Well, well, well. What do we have here?' One of the guys asks. 'Isn't it the little one from 3Racha's gang?'

-Jeongin steps before you. Hiding you behind his back from that other guy. 'What are you doing in our territory?' He asks.

-'Your territory?' He laughs sarcastically. 'Wasn't yours two months ago'.

-'Well, but it is now, isn't it? Since you lost that fight'.

-'Yeah, well... That's what the asshole you have as a leader says’. He spits on the ground. ‘How's Changbin doing after I left that cut by the way? Heard he can fuck again'.

-Why in the world would that be the news going around about Changbin's health condition? You ask yourself mentally.

-Jeongin hand slowly going for his knife.

-'You think you can do much with just a knife against all 6 of us?' The guy asks as the others show their knives too.

-Then you hear a click and you all look towards where the sound came.

-Chris is pointing a gun to one of the guys there.

-You didn’t know he had a gun and for the looks of the rival gang guys they didn’t either.

-Then some of the other members from Jeongin’s gang come out from the shadows between the tall grass to stand behind Chris.

-The leader of the rival gang doesn't know what to do or even say.

-'Just go and don't come back on our territory again'. Chris says. 'Or do you want to lose some more members?'

-That's when Jisung and the rest show their weapons too and the rival gang guys run away leaving the leader alone.

-'Go'. Chris says one last time pointing the gun to the rival leader now.

-He finally runs away after a second.

-'Are you okay?' Minho asks to both of you and you nod.

-Then you hug Jeongin. Burying your face on his chest.

-He leaves a kiss on the top of your head. 'It's okay'. He says.

-'Seungmin was with his girlfriend being pervs when he saw those idiots and came back to let us know'. Minho explains.

-'You're welcome' Seungmin says.

-'Thanks'. You tell him.

-It's not the first time you go through something like this.

-Well the last time Jeongin was the one letting everyone else know he saw someone at the beach.

-And in the end those guys weren't even dangerous.

-But you were afraid that night too.

-But tonight. It was a different level.

-Jeongin walks you home after that.

-He leaves a kiss on your forehead before kissing you goodbye.

-'Jeongin... What did Chris mean with what he said about the other guy losing more members?'

-He sighs. 'He meant what you think he meant'. He says not looking at you.

-'What do I think he meant? I don't have a clue that's why I'm asking'.

-'I'm sorry y/n I'm tired from what happened earlier can we talk about this another time?'

-You don't say anything. Cause you've never seen him this exhausted before. So you just let it go.

-'Ok'.

-'Thanks'. He kisses you again. 'I'll see you tomorrow, ok?'

-You nod and he caresses your cheek one last time before walking away.

Pt3 (Soon)

[birthdaylobotomy]

what’s up dude aha? long time no see.... anyways remember middle school? shit was crazy aha...... remember Wendy?? yknow, the one who got suspended? aha well.... I actually have some bad news dude.. Wendy’s ex girlfriend, Tina.... well she went missing last summer. crazy right? every since that day Wendy has been different.... you don’t wanna hear about that though, do you? the town has been different since she went missing though, nobody seems to trust eachother..... remember the old janitor, Gus? he...... he stopped showing up to school, kids said he was always talking to himself.... he was actually Tina’s uncle too, nuts right??? aha... yknow sometimes i... hear moaning coming from the woods... aha sorry, that’s pretty gross... yknow Fourth of July is coming soon isn’t it??? I think Manny is having a party aha...... but you two never really got along did you? no, you too never seemed to like eachother...... if you came with me it would be okay tho aha..... hmm?? oh yeah, Wendy and Manny did date for a bit aha, but then again I dated Wendy too.... Tina was actually the one that broke us up aha, but I had no hard feelings..... to be honest I was kinda glad aha Wendy was too much for me........... don’t tell anyone this dude but sometimes when I slept over at her house I would hear screaming from the woods...... aha she had night terrors she told me..... I would wake up covered in blood and she would be missing......... I remember one night I woke up like that and took off..... the trailers all had their lights on... the trailer park near the bridge- hey no way, you lived there too? wow aha...... anyways I was so confused, it had to be earlier than 2 in the morning....... aha my body felt like cement and I fell asleep, thought I was dying.... when I woke up I was in that cave near the river..... yeah the one we used to smoke pot in aha....... the same one that old mans body was found in..... aha sorry I’m off topic..... anyways how is your family?? oh... I’m sorry I forgot. yeah shit... that was really bad huh? you didn’t show up to school for a month... oh that’s why you moved to the city? your aunt lived there huh..... I have some family there but, ahh, my mom doesn’t get along with them aha.... she said they were all cultists aha........ the town felt a lot more quiet without you aha.... remember that time freshman year when we got in trouble for bringing those shitty fireworks too school aha?? that was so fun... my dad was so mad aha.... oh sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about my parents.... I’m sorry...... oh Jack? no I haven’t heard from him lately........ Facebook? no aha I don’t have that it creeps me out.... oh? he was? posting pictures of Tina? whaaat dude huh..... I never liked jack really he was kinda..... oh? they were cousins? oh aha I didn’t know that..... I didn’t know a lot of things I guess....aha the only person I really cared about was y...... hmm? oh nothing aha...... did you ever end up staying in touch with anyone? aha I remember calling you..... but you never answered me aha...... oh? You.... stayed in touch with Wendy..... aha...... how’s....dude I think there’s something wrong with this town..... another beer? sure aha we can get another one on a minute aha.... do you remember.... hearing those noises from the woods? that time.. we went camping together? just you in me in that small tent... that was the night I... I told you I... I mean I’ve grown that aha.... I’m straight now aha no time for guys like y.... yeah aha...... ah.. remember the noises though? sounded like people.. well.. fucking?.. I don’t... I dunno I’ve been thinking and... I don’t think that those noises were... human.... huh? quiet?.... the woods are so dark..... there aren’t even any lightning bugs.... dude I don’t think.... I don’t think Tina was a human......... huh?? you see someone? aha I left my... my glasses at home- m... manny? You see... running? hmm??..yeah aha I knew you were just seeing things... turned back? Sure aha..... the woods are giving birth, and we are here to witness.. hmm? oh nothing aha.... hmm? what? You see someone? You see.. Tina?

[crimscnkiss]

( sophie turner, siphon, she/her & cisfemale ) is that ( night bird ) by ( stevie nicks ) playing? ( AURORA “RORY” CALIGO ) must be nearby!  heard folks say the ( twenty five ) year old ( bookstore clerk  ) was at the thanksgiving fair, ( beating her high score on the wack-a-mole ) when chaos ensued. during the glitch, ( she attacked others to protect herself and her sister ).

ay it’s tess, back at it again with her fourth character ! i’ll keep this part short but i’m sorry for this bio ! it starts out descriptive and flutters into random facts, but enjoy !

born and raised a few towns over from letum falls, the caligo twins got the short end of the stick. their parents --- profound, addicted dark magic users --- weren’t the best a taking care of one kid, let alone two. 

the twins’ grandparents wanted to take custody, remove the girls from such a dark environment, but they were hesitant. the girls didn’t seem to be in danger. just two happy little kids and a hailstorm in the form of parental guidance. 

just to be safe, their grandfather placed a protective spell upon the twins to alert them if the twins were ever in immediate danger. good fuckin’ thing too, because just before the girl’s fifth birthday that that bell rang like hell. 

crashing into the caligo family home, nana and papa walked into a horror scene. the twins were left without their magic, and if they had stepped in a second sooner, they could’ve lost their lives, too. their parents, with their deceptive and sadistic minds, had conjured up a plan to steal the twins’ magic, sacrifice them for more, and hit the road. that plan was stopped in it’s tracks.

once the girls were put into the safety of their grandparents care, their parents left to roam the world and escape the wrath of nana. while it would’ve been best to end the trouble there, nana just didn’t have the heart to end it. so, their parents are still off, free in the world, waiting. 

as a child, rory was as girly as could be, just enjoying the vibrant clothes her grandmother showered them with. they were dressed just the same, every day. at first, it was cute, but as the years went on the twins just didn’t feel it anymore. 

as more and more frilly clothing circled through the twins, aurora started to collect a box of the forbidden cloth within her closet. she couldn’t just throw them away, she couldn’t push herself to hurt nana.

 and right before middle something just kinda,,, clicked ? she started going off on her own, pulling her sister closer as they both tried to find themselves. while they both went their own way, creating separate, unique styles, they still managed to stay clung together through it

she tried out for a lot of sports teams as a child but didn’t stick with most of them. she was incredible at soccer but quit the team freshman year, she didn’t want to waste her time at practice when she could be working on her witchcraft and enjoying life

high school was a trying time, she went through millions of friendships and only really stayed close with a few people. but, it gave her plenty of free time to work on her magic and perfect as many spells as possible.

while she was a club and sport fanatic in middle school, that died in her high school years. she strayed away from organized socializing and worked on her mandatory classes, finding herself a bit more drawn to the library than anywhere else

the twins tried to move out at 18, ready to get on with their own lives and see whats waiting out there, but papa got sick and... well that plan died quick

as the years passed papa slowly went down hill and modern medicine was no help to his shriveling frame. so, spell book after spell book was brought from the basement and the women of the caligo family spent weeks searching for the magic cure. finally, just as he was ready to say his goodbyes, nana sprung from the table and threw the book down before the twins. holding out her hands, she offered the girls rivers of magic. this wouldn’t just take one witch. 

three long hours passed, reading and rereading the incantation, failed attempts, a few too many bathroom breaks, but soon enough papa was back up and runnin’, a smile on his face and love in his heart ready to last for another decade or so. whatever he had left, he was gonna use it til’ he couldn’t.

once they were sure papa was fine and nana was okay, the girls finally got their own place at 21, taking along their beloved “cat”, nyx

the twins have drifted apart some, but they’re still close and value eachother’s time --- as well as their own time apart

aurora’s favorite color is purple, has been since the dawn of time, but she wears black a bit too much. 

she’s in love with stevie nicks and would absolutely die for the woman, has every album on cd and blasts it all night long (or with headphones on if the girls are asleep)

likes to drive and often is gone for hours in her car, jammin out and cruisin

she spends her mornings at the bookstore and nights hanging around letum skate catching up with her sister

a true free spirit but the girl has rage bottled up, a deep-seeded hatred for her parents and what they did to her and nova. it’s the reason she stays in letum— her hate for her parents fuels the love she has for nova and her grandparents

she had plans on becoming a teacher, but when she took the job at the bookstore her love for magic grew even deeper, if possible. suddenly, she was surrounded by a sea of knowledge in such a superstitious town. she read any and every book she could find on twin witches or siphons, any book about magic was flipped cover to cover. every inch of the supernatural section has been scanned and recorded by the crimson beauty

she attended the thanksgiving fair, and while she doesn’t remember much, it still haunts her. she attacked others, using her reserve magic in her locket to send citizens flying through the air. bits and pieces blur together but she wishes she didn’t remember a thing

 she never thought she’d use her power to harm others --- that’s her parents. that’s their influence running through her veins, but she justify’s her action by the safety of her sister. she would never admit it, but she’d murder a man in cold blood if it meant keeping her sister out of harms way

aesthetics : soft glows within the trees, the cool touch of metal, flowers frosted at the sight of spring, fresh daisies in the morning, floral button ups and black jeans, sunglasses perched atop furrowed brows

wanted connections :

regulars at the bookstore : rory spends most of her mornings at the bookstore, up and going for the morning’s opening, and smiling as she locks the doors. she has a love for books and is more than willing to chat for hours over a good story, or even slide a recommendation across the counter. “ if ya like it, come in tomorrow and pay. if not, that one’s on me “

enemies : while rory was finding herself, she wasn’t the nicest person to be around. and since she was finding herself through most of middle and high school, there’s bound to be an enemy somewhere. possibly a soccer rival who’s mad that they never got to play one on one, see who’s truly the better player, or even someone she’s truly hurt in some way. i’m down for anything !

someone she’s siphoned : this would have to be a magical being, or even a cursed human, human in possession of a magical object, yadda yadda yadda ya get the point. but the when and why is the true question ! imma leave this vague but i’d love to plot !

exes/crushes/flings : the romantic and sexual works. aurora here swings all ways and isn’t unfamiliar with pleasure or even those stomach-turnin’ crushes. this could be recent, from high school, a fling at a bar on her 21st ! again, vague, but there are sooooooo many ways to play this !

those are just off the top of my head but if you’d like to plot for one of these, or brainstorm, hit me up !

[in-sempiternam]

I was tagged by @justasimthing​ - thank you very much! (>^3^)>

Sooo, it took me a bit to decide. Being the latest addition to my little family, I thought it would be nice for myself to learn a bit more about him, too.

Getting to know: Solomon

► Name ➔ Solomon ► Are you single ➔ Yes. Though there is someone I kind of like. ► Are you happy ➔ Pretty much, yes. ► Are you angry? ➔ Right now? No. ► Are your parents still married ➔ Yeah, more or less. Mostly on papers.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Scotland ► Hair Color ➔  Brownish-black ► Eye Color ➔  Grey ► Birthday ➔ ► Mood ➔  I feel pretty upbeat at the moment. ► Gender ➔ Male ► Summer or winter ➔ Summer ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ A little... I believe. ► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ Uh, yeah, kinda. ► Who ended your last relationship ➔ I honestly never really had a relationship. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I don’t think so. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ No. I can be actually pretty determined. ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I did, yes. Currently I am the secret admirer of someone. ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Hmph, ya. Pretty darn stupid.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Oh. So far it was usually lust. I’d like to have both. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ Iced Tea. ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Neither. Sure, yes, cats and dogs are cool, but I like rodents best. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few best friends. ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ I had so many wild nights out, I’m ready for some romantic nights in, every now and then. ► Day or night ➔ Night.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Not sneaking out, but my mother often caught me when I tried to sneak back in. ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Does it count, if I tossed myself down an entire flight of stairs to get someone’s attention? I broke three ribs, but it worked. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Yeah. ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Yeah.

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Eyes! ► Shorter or Taller ➔ I have no preferences there. ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Attraction. ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ I’d like to give relationship a try.

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ Uuuuggghhhh... nooot reeaaally? My mom’s constantly mad at me because we don’t get eachother at all. Me and my brother are like aliens from entirely different worlds to eachother. And my dad... him and I are generally cool with eachother, but he’s gotten a bit weird and does not “agree with some of my lifestyle choices”. Things are much better with extended family, like my uncles and aunts and cousins. Most of them are pretty cool and supportive and the rest at least minds their own business. ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ No. Ya, there were some pretty messed up situations and events, but overall, my life is not messed up. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ More or less, yeah. Got sick of the arguments with my parents and crashed at my cousins’ place for the time being. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ That also.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ No. I think they wouldn’t be my friends, if I hated them. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Totally, yeah. ► Who is your best friend ➔ Not sure I can say I have a best friend, but Levi and Amesha are pretty close. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ My aunt Morgana, I’d say. I hope she can slap some sense into my dad some day.

Imma Tag: Not obligatory, obviously. And if you don’t find yourself in the list below, but would like to do this for one or more of your characters, consider yourself hereby tagged (seriously, let me know!). @gphoenixsims​  @jepensedoncjesims​ @gaiahypothesims​ @aoihana2510​ @nocturnalazure​ @thepathofnevermore​ @murfeelee​ @fyachii​ @danjaley​ @winterspixels​ @dreamilysillybanana​ (ye, sorry, not giving up on you two yet XD Ignore me.)

[susan-gampre]

Ship questions (au of course): Lochlan and Susan

1. Made the first move: God forbid there be a time where Lochlan and Isolde ultimately break up, or never were (fuck off thats a brilliant pairing of peeps there), but if there were such an au… I believe Lochlan would be the one to make the first move. But in a dorky way, like where he’d dress up as a cupid angel, throw a plush love arrow at Susan’s head then immediately show her a picture of him lookin’ finer than wine, so she’ll fall in love with the first thing she see’s.

Or something equally dorky.

2. The big spoon: Susan. No competition.

3. The little spoon: See big spoon! You know what that means? Susan’ll wrestle Loch into being little spoon - and then maybe she gets hurt alil, whines and whimpers and guilts him into fetal position.

4. The cuddler: I think Susan may have found a challenger to take her reigning crown as cuddler this time around. I feel it deep in my soul that Loch would cuddle as much as possible – like he wouldn’t even be moderately irritated when Susan just spider monkey’s him at random. Just curls his arms around her, kisses her forehead (if able) and resumes with whatever he was doing.

5. Cries during movies: Unless it’s a movie where the animal dies (98% certain they both would cry), or its a sarcastic kinda sobbing (Lochlan might do that in a joking manner)… Neither of them.

6. More affectionate: It may depend on the situation, in which Lochlan might win this honor, but what I can be certain is it’s Susan – though she’d be most affectionate in private.

7. Their favorite non-sexual activity: I believe they’d be the kinda couple who trains together. Just out in the field doing sword play, in a gym practicing hand-to-hand combat, or out at the shooting range making use of their guns/bows.

Maybe thats just me.

8. More nervous to meet the parents: Like every fucking ship prompt I’ve done, these two dont seem to be the kinda people who give a crap for the opinions of the other’s family. Susan isnt dating his parents, Lochlan isn’t dating her mom.

The only opinions that matter is eachothers of eachother.

9. More protective/jealous: I believe this is an equal sortta thing.

I kinda think Lochlan would be protective? I dont believe he’d really accept her choice in remaining in her career as a Madam, so he may get jealous easily if he happens upon seeing her with a customer.

Susan would be super jealous and protective, because he’s hot, so much of a goof that he reminds her of her late boyfriend Tomen, and he’s just over all a good guy.

So she’ll cut a bitch’s throat open without hesitation if they try to rub up on her fella.

10. Sneaks into the shower with the other in the mornings: … Lochlan.

11. Initiates sexy times the most:  I think it depends on the kinda day they’re having. It could very well be equal.

12. Fuck or make love: Make. Love.

13. Behind the wheel more often during road trips: That’s all Lochlan. Susan’ll be too busy bitching in the passenger seat while trying to read the map.

14. Gives the silent treatment when they’re mad at each other: Susan. She’s just petty and easily made angry, so while the silent treatment is an attempt to punish her beau, it’s also her attempt to calm down so she can return to the conversation to discuss the issue rationally.

15. Reaches for the other’s hand first: Loch. I feel like he’d do it just cause he understands that she enjoys small, intimate moments like that, but doesn’t wanna bother her sweetums with such things.

16. Whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear at inappropriate times: I think it’s gonna be the both of them. They’d make a game of it, really.

17. Comes up with cheesy pick-up lines: Lochlan. He’s a cheeky kinda guy who seems to make jokes and tease alot. Cheesy pick up lines just seems like his kinda thing.

18. Their ship name: S.S. Sulan / Lochan

Bonus…. Just cause I love doing it!

19. Their theme song:

@waroftwowolves

[splattales]

Redone Questions

@captainatarime tagged me in this questions thing, and even though I’ve done one before [here] , I’d like to fill it in again since the character’s situations have changed! c:

It’s all under the cut, and I’d like to once again apologise to you mobile users...

MOLLY

► Name ➔ Molly Usk ► Are you single? ➔ Yep, still single, still happy with that. ► Are you happy? ➔ I’m feeling pretty good today. ► Are you angry? ➔ Not as often. ► Are your parents still married? ➔ Gonna be real, they’re still dead.

 NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Still Inkopolis. ► Hair Color ➔ Still Pink.  ► Eye Color ➔ Still seafoam green. ► Birthday ➔ Still 14th June !  ► Mood ➔ Content, a little tired, determined.  ► Gender ➔ Still Female.

► Summer or Winter ➔ I still think summer’s the best. ► Morning or afternoon➔ I like to sleep in, so the afternoon is best.

 EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ Nope, sorry.  ► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ STILL DUMB. 

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ This really doesn’t apply! ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart  ➔  I don’t think I did, which is a relief.  ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ I’m not sure. I don’t think so.  ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah! Hugs are actually kinda important. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Maybe?? Might’ve been a prank? ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ That’s kind of personal. 

 SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Yup, love. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔  Lemonade reigns king.  ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Voted dogs, I stand by my statement.  ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ A few best friends are more reliable.  ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Wild night out?  ► Day or night ➔ I like it when the sun’s out. 

 FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Yeah, though I don’t need to sneak anymore.  ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Who hasn’t. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔  I’d rather not talk about it. 

► Wanted to disappear ➔ Unfortunately, I have.

 FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Eyes I guess???

► Fat or skinny ➔ Seriously, I don’t know or care. 

► Shorter or Taller ➔ Shorter.

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  Uuhh???

 ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ I don’t really want either.

 FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along  ➔ Mostly.

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Pretty much? ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ One time. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No, Aunt Flo would never do that.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ Vivian isn’t really a ‘friend’. I should probably let her know, actually… uh, later…

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I’ve had some bad ones. The ones I have now are good. ► Who is your best friend ➔  Finn! We made up. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Finn and I grew up together, so…

 FINN

► Name ➔ Finn O’Sean ► Are you single? ➔ Still am, yeah…! ► Are you happy? ➔ Absolutely. I’ve got a good lot in life.   ► Are you angry? ➔ I don’t get angry as much as frustrated? ► Are your parents still married? ➔ Yup!

 NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔  Still Inkopolis! ► Hair Color ➔ A light turquoise, sometimes leaning on the blue side.  ► Eye Color ➔ Soft pink.  ► Birthday ➔ Still 19th June! ► Mood ➔ A little anxious, actually…no reason in particular. ► Gender ➔ Still Male. ► Summer or winter ➔ Summer’s the best time for hanging out outside! ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Afternoon, since I feel more awake around that time. 

 EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ I have a crush; that’s, uh , it’s different. ► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ It’s a romantic notion.

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ Still haven’t had one! ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I don’t think I have, and I hope I haven’t. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Absolutely not! ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Yeah! It’s a good comfort, I’d recommend it.

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ It’d be really cool if I had, but I don’t think so.  ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Yyeeaahh…

 SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love!!!! ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔  Iced tea is niced tea-- ► Cats or Dogs ➔ I like cats better. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ Few best is best! ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ U-um, the second option is still the better one.

► Day or night ➔ Night? I’m awake during most of it, but it’s fun to stay up intentionally.

 FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Not at all, thankfully! ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ Er, yeah, today actually. ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔  CAN YOU PLEASE NOT- ► Wanted to disappear ➔ I’d love to turn invisible when I make a social faux pas…

 FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Smile! ► Fat or skinny ➔  Skinny, maybe? ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Maybe a little taller. ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Seriously, why not both?? ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship of course!!

 FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along  ➔ Yeah, we don’t get on eachother’s nerves or anything, and I have good memories of when we spend time together.

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Not at all!

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ There’s no reason to do that? ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ I’d never be kicked out…!

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ No, never!

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Right about now? Yeah, things have worked out.

► Who is your best friend ➔  Molly’s my best friend, but that doesn’t mean I’m never there for Marina. ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Molly and I met when we were SUPER young, did you know?

 MARINA

► Name ➔ Marina Salt. Laugh it up. ► Are you single? ➔ Still single, but still better than being with Torrent. ► Are you happy? ➔ More than I was. ► Are you angry? ➔ I still get mad about stuff, yeah.  ► Are your parents still married? ➔ They sure are …

 NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ Still The Underground, Octopolis. ► Hair Color ➔ It’s a sort of dark…red, ok? ► Eye Color ➔ Both my sclera and iris are green, though different shades. ► Birthday ➔ It’s still  … the 8th of October… ► Mood ➔ Just got a high mark on a paper, feeling pretty good. ► Gender ➔ Still Female.  ► Summer or winter ➔ Now that I’ve actually experienced surface-winter… I’m still gonna say winter. Snow is pretty amazing, as cold and inconvenient as it is.

► Morning or afternoon ➔ I love the morning light.

 EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ Nah. ► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ Don’t be ridiculous.

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ Best decision I ever made. ► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ I hope so. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Only a little bit.  ► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Not within the last week, and uh, I still don’t do hugs. ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ I’m starting to doubt it.

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ Seriously? I can’t believe that’s a thing.

 SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love is still the obvious choice. ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔  I’m not a fan of soda, so Iced Tea.   ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Cats were worshipped by some of the way-way-back humans, I discovered that somewhere. Anyway, those fluffy entitled jerks are my favourite. ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ I’ve come to find a few best friends is better.   ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ They still both sound kinda awful.   ► Day or night ➔ The sun really is a nice thing to feel.

 FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Nah, nobody to sneak from.  ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔  Are you trying to humiliate me? ► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ Still hunting for those rare human artefacts.  ► Wanted to disappear ➔ Nah I’m good thanks.

 FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ I do like it when people smile at me, yeah?  ► Fat or skinny ➔ Neither. ► Shorter or Taller ➔ Shorter.  ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Still gonna say Intelligence is better here.

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Hook-ups take less effort but I’m not looking for either right now.

 FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along  ➔ We do nowadays, despite politics.

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ From what I’ve seen . . . maybe? Could be worse. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ No? ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ No???

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ I used to, but not now. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ Yes, they treat me right despite what I’ve said about them before. ► Who is your best friend ➔  Still probably Finn? ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Now that I think about it, probably dad.

 [BRINE …. hasn’t changed a bit except for now canonically being born in Inkopolis so I’m skipping him]

 PANSY

► Name ➔ Pansy Phyll ► Are you single? ➔ Sorry, but I’m taken! Missed your chance~ ► Are you happy? ➔  A lot more than I have been. ► Are you angry? ➔ Naaah. Well, maybe about some things, but not right this moment. ► Are your parents still married? ➔ Absolutely, I only saw them a few days ago and yup- still together.

 NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔  Cuttledown. It’s slightly to the west of Calamari County! ► Hair Color ➔ Usually a yellow-going-on-orange colour.

► Eye Color ➔ Dark pink. ► Birthday ➔ It’s still 14th March! ► Mood ➔ Good, but trying to figure out what to do with these tickets, which I’m … er … I have mixed feelings about.

► Gender ➔ Female.  ► Summer or winter ➔ Winter’s cold and awful despite the festivities, so summer! ► Morning or afternoon ➔ Mornings are still pretty difficult, so I still like the afternoon, but they’re both alright.

 EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love? ➔ Totally, absolutely! ► Do you believe in love at first sight? ➔ Er, sorry, that’s still a no.

► Who ended your last relationship? ➔ Definitely me. That one was more of a mistake than the others.

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ Ahah, I might have. ► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ Not at all! I don’t wanna scare Groa by asking him about marriage so soon, though. If you ask me, I think we should be certain first, and that could take time—we literally only just started dating.

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ Well, I was staying with family, so plenty of hugs!  ► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ Yup, back in the day. Handled it a little poorly, honestly.  ► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ By myself…??

 SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ Love still wins! ► Lemonade or iced tea ➔  Lemonade’s really good! ► Cats or Dogs ➔ Do you think if I ask my boyfriend really nicely he’ll find someone to clone me one of those little furry kittens from human times? I’m … joking, but they’re the darned cutest things… ► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ How about lots of meaningful friends? ► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ Wild night in, romantic night out, HA -- Anything goes! ► Day or night ➔ I do like the night, but I’ve started to like the day a little more too.

 FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ Still can’t remember, I don’t think—maybe?   ► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ It’s not funny, it hurts.

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔  Yeah! What, did you think I was gonna tell you or somethin’?

► Wanted to disappear ➔ It wasn’t a good year. ... Years.

 FIVE PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Don’t make me choose!  … I stand by my statement that you need to see both to tell. And they’re both fantastic. ► Fat or skinny ➔ Still not fussy.  ► Shorter or Taller ➔ It would be pretty poor of me to say ‘shorter’ now, wouldn’t it? ► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ Attraction’s still the most important, I feel? ► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ Relationship, long term, PLEASE LAST--

 FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along  ➔ I get along with some more than others, but I love ‘em. ► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ Nah, it’s had its ups and downs. ► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ Still didn’t ever do this. ► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ Thinking on it – no, I haven’t even been kicked out by landlords. I’m a good egg I tells ya.

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends? ➔ If you hate them, they ain’t your friends. ► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ I have a fair pool of friends and I like each different. ► Who is your best friend ➔  Still gonna probably say Charlie, though Laine is ‘offishially’ my BFF.   ► Who knows everything about you ➔ Mama knows ALL. Although when it comes to everything about what I want for me, I’d say... myself? Is that a good enough answer?